#and then the pond reeds in the watery field that he comes back through at shivs wedding

[roychewtoy]

come on kendall.........its time for ur water motif (walks somberly towards the ocean)

[quokkalatte]

The Last Guardian pt.1 [JJK]

Part One

Category: Series

Pairing: Trico!Jungkook x Female!Reader

Warnings: language

Tag list; @dee-the-moonchild @shadowstar @guccitaedown @sugarysloth @reinyrei @avalanet @purpleleafarmy @agentlokidottir

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"I still don't understand how you could have turned down Kim Namjoon like that" Jiwoo shakes her head as we walked through the fields on the outskirts of our village. Young children screeched and yelped with joy as they chased each other and played games. It was the first non-rainy day in over a moon, and everyone was taking advantage of it. The adults mulled adults round fixing damages in the buildings, elders sat around in the sun swapping the same stories of their youth.

I shook my head, my foot skimming the water lightly, fiddling with a bit of the water reeds growing from the muck. I turned to look at my sister

"How could I not? He was basically asking me to be his baby maker while he ran off and played with sticks. It was also a way he could possibly have a higher spot just because our father is in the head council. It's a strategic move Jiwoo."

"That can't possibly be true. He's been eyeing you for awhile. He must like something other than our father's position." Jiwoo contradicts.

While everyone was playing and doing work, Jiwoo and I decided that going down to the pond to dip our feet in the cool water and talk, but of course that idea had been thwarted. Because Kim Namjoon, one of the tribe's main protectors, had intercepted us and asked for my hand in marriage. I'd barely spoken with the man, and he wanted to marry me. It was obvious it wasn't anything emotional, but strategical.

"He doesn't love me Jiwoo. I don't want to marry someone who feels nothing towards me. How awful would it be to be chained to a stranger? He'd be the only one benefitting."

"Everyone expects it from you though. Father would be thrilled"

"More like have a stroke. I still thinks he's dead set on having me wed to Taehyung"

"But he isn't from our village" Jiwoo frowns

"Something about political alliances. Taehyung is nice, but not my type" I wrinkle my nose and Jiwoo sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if you even have a type Y/n. You reject any man in our village."

"I just haven't found the right one. Sue me."

"Y/n" Jiwoo sighs

"Noona" I whine back at her, and looked at my feet, drawing shapes over the water's surface. "I don't want to talk about Namjoon or Taehyung or any boys anymore. I just want to enjoy the day" I mumble. Jiwoo sighs, her expression softening

"Okay, no more boy talk"

I nodded, digging my foot into the mud of the lake's bottom. I frown when it skimmed something flat and hard. I leaned my leg out, using my toes to dig at the ground. Jiwoo raises her eyebrows at me.

"What are you doing?"

"There's something in the mud. I'm digging it out" I tell her

"it's probably a stick or something. Leave it be" Jiwoo says. A shout from behind us caused us to turn our heads. One of the guards was waving us back to camp, as they normally did before sunset. Jiwoo rose from the dock, but I continued my digging. "Y/n come on we need to go. It's not safe after dark" she says, glancing at the setting sky nervously.

"One second" I say, and slide off the dock and into the shallow water. Jiwoo groaned, and I stuck my hand into the mud, finally pulling free what I had been digging at.

"Good job Y/n you found a coin" Jiwoo deadpans. "Come on, father won't be happy about us being late"

I pulled myself back onto the dock, still staring at the coin. I ran my finger along it, feeling the grooves imprinted into it. A ripple of green light shimmered across its surface, surprising me. My eyes widened, and I quickly hurried off to see Jiwoo.

"So....I hear Namjoon asked you to marry him" my father said during dinner. I closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh, before nodding slowly.

"He did" I answer. I catch my father and mother sharing a look, smugness on his face and my mother returning a hopeful glance.

"So, uh, what did you say?" He says in a nonchalant tone, trying to mask his eagerness. It churned my stomach, now knowing he wanted it just as much as Namjoon must have. My twin brother, Hoseok, peered at me over his meal.

"Namjoon? Kim Namjoon?"he frowns. "Why would you want to marry him?" He snorts dismissively.

"Namjoon is one of the village's main protectors Hoseok" our father says steadily.

"He's a pompous prick" Hoseok sneers. Our father glares at him

"Watch your language!" He snaps.

"Hobi..." our mother finally spoke, sensing the upcoming fight.

"I'm just saying! The guys agree with me. He thinks he's better than everyone else" Hoseok also happened to be a protector, and would complain to Jiwoo and me about his commander's behavior, another reason why I'd turned him down. I trusted Hoseok's judgement over my sister's. He knew facts, she knew fantasy.

"Well he is the captain. He's supposed to be" my father says, and then turns to me, and my heart thudded and my hands grew sweaty. "Well? Will I be able to welcome Namjoon into our family?" He says, fond at the thought. I looked down at my uneaten food, then back at my father.

"No" I say. The entire room went silent, and it was Hoseok who recovered the quickest.

"Alright good job Noona!" He laughs. My father fixed him with a viscous glare and then turned it on me.

"Why?"

"Because I agree with Hoseok. Namjoon only wants for himself, not me. And I don't want a husband who only thinks for himself" I say confidently. My father turned a dark shade of red.

"Stubborn girl" he growled. "Namjoon is well respected throughout the community! Without him we'd have been butchered by enemy tribes or mauled by vicious creatures"

"Namjoon is one man Father." I glare at him. "He can't be held accountable for all the great things that have been done. You and all the tribe officials paint him to be some big hero when he's not. He's arrogant and I refuse to marry him" my hands shook with anger, and my father stated at me, his face had gone from angry to impassive.

"You will" he says.

"Excuse me?" I frown.

"You will marry Namjoon. I am your father, and I say so. I am to wed you off to a suitable husband. And I say Namjoon is just the man" I couldn't believe my ears. I glanced around the table. Hoseok was staring at father angrily, he always was one to stick up for me, probably a twin thing. We were always closest to one another. Jiwoo however, watched father calmly. And our mother wouldn't look up from his plate. Angry tears welled in my eyes. I was trapped in my own home, bound by my father's will. I glare at him through watery eyes.

"If you were going to make me marry Namjoon, then why did you have him ask me?" I say.

"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I'd hoped you'd say yes on your own accord and be happy. It appears it won't be that way" my father says in a cool tone. I rise to my feet, tears now falling into my cheeks and I storm out of the room. I could hear Hoseok's angry words being thrown at my father but I didn't care. I hurried up the steps, throwing open my bedroom door and threw myself to the mat that made up my bed. I sobbed into my pillow, angry and resentful.

I laid there, staring out the large window at the cloudy night sky. I felt in my pocket, pulling out the coin I'd found in the river. I ran my fingers over it, feeling miserable. I heard footsteps, and quickly hid the coin under my pillow. The door opened to reveal Hoseok, anger still blazing in his eyes. He closed the door, coming to sit next to me on the mat. I hugged him tightly around the middle as I cried into his chest. He ran a hand through my hair, not saying anything. After of finished crying, I pulled away from him, finally able to speak my frustrations.

"It isn't fair" I growl out. He shakes his head, bitterly throwing the door an angry look.

"No it isn't. It's just as bad as the time he wanted you to marry Taehyung, but at least the boy was nice, a little on the shy side, but better than Namjoon"

"I won't marry Namjoon" I say firmly. Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"You'll have to. I know it's not fair but-"

"No" I say, standing up to walk to the window and look out at the village. All was quiet, only the silleouettes of the guards could be seen patrolling. "I won't marry him. I'll run away if I have to" Hoseok was quiet before he spoke.

"You wouldn't last out there Y/n. It's too dangerous. And where would you go?"

"Anywhere other than here" I say, my eyes travelling up the where the moon poked through the clouds. My breath hitched when I thought I saw something dart through the sky, the clouds covering it. I blink, but there was nothing there. I frown, turning back to Hoseok. "I won't stay here to be wed off to a narcissistic asshole" I tell him. Hoseok nodded slowly

"Alright. I can't change your mind, so I'll go with you"

"Hoseok you can't, you're a protector" I say

"Yes, and I can protect you. We'll run away, find a new place to live. Maybe a better village" he says, standing up and walking over to me. "You're my sister, my twin. I'll never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."he says quietly, and I nod

"Okay. We'll leave tomorrow night, that way we can get supplies. I'll apologize to father and tell him that I changed my mind and that I can't wait to marry Namjoon " I wrinkle my nose at the thought and Hoseok grins.

Hoseok and I always shared a room, so after we spent the next hour planning our escape, he went to his mat across the room and fell asleep, snore coming from his mouth soon after. I curled up on my own mat, my hand reaching under the pillow to thumb the coin, feeling the cold metal beneath my warm skin. I fell asleep, dreaming of a better life.

"Tomorrow"

The sound of loud cracks awoke me, and my eyes split open, I looked around in the dark, hearing shouts from outside. I stand up,ready to go to the window, but suddenly a large head poked through it. I screamed, staring at the bright glowing green eyes staring me down. I backed away, but the head pursued until it's massive muzzle grabbed the front of my shirt and began to pull me towards it. I scream, pushing on it's nose, trying to get it to release me.

"Y/n!" I heard Hoseok's shout. I cried out as the beast pulled me from the window. I felt Hoseok's hands grab me, but in vain as the creature snarled and shook it's head, throwing Hoseok back into the room. I looked around wildly, seeing the protectors throwing spears at the creature. It growled and a large tail sent them sprawling. I tried desperately to free myself, but the creature held on tightly. It unfurled large feathered wings and took off with a mighty lurch, the village flew away beneath me, the protectors still throwing spears away the beast but none it their mark.

Fear and panic clawed my insides as the creature rose high in the sky, masking itself in the clouds. It flew towards the direction of the moon, and all I could hear was wing beats and the shrill noise of air rushing past me. The wind chilled me, and I was shivering and crying. I did not want the creature to release me now, afraid of plumetting to my death.

The clouds grew darker as we flew on, and the creature flee lower, below the clouds. We must have been flying for nearly half an hour, but I had no idea how far we'd gone due to the monster's large wing strokes. We could have been thousands of miles from the village I thought somberly.

Now free from cloud cover, I could see a large tower, and a bunch of interconnecting stone buildings around it. All of this was in a canyon of sorts, the cliff walls surrounding it in a perfect circle. Then, just as the create glided towards the tower, a bolt of lightening appeared out of the sky, and struck close to us. The force blasted us to the side, and it jostled the creature, who released me in surprise. I screamed as I was sent spiraling towards the ground. The creature roared, diving towards me as the ground grew closer. I thought about my family, screwing my eyes closed and focused on their faces as I waited to crash into the ground.

Then I was lifted in the air, and I opened my eyes to see the creature flying up, me in its jaws. More lightening fell around us, and it groaned and I was thrown up into the air and I screamed, watching as the creature opened its mouth and I fell into it, swallowed quite literally, into darkness.

It must have been hours later, my muscles ached and screamed in protest when I shifted on the cold ground. I blinked, seeing only darkness until my eyes adjusted.

The room reeked of stale air and the hint of greenery. Pale light flooded from the roof, which was caved in as if something large had crashed through it. I sat up, peering around, trying to piece together what had happened. I couldn't remember things, it was all groggy and when I tried to reach out and grasp a memory, my head ached fiercely. I glanced down at my feet, and let out a cry of surprise.

Tattoos everywhere, covering my skin. I glanced at my arms, and they too were heavily inked and I had an unsettling suspicion my neck or face also contained them. I let out a shaky breath, trying not to panic. I was far from home, I have no idea what has happened other than I know I'm not supposed to be here, and that I needed to leave. A flash of color drew my eyes to the floor.

There, in the patch of growing grass, lay the coin I'd taken from the lake. I remember that much. It shined in a pale green light, and I reached out and took it. The light dwindled, but there almost seemed to be a glow about it. When this happened, a shift of moment to my left had me twisting around. I got to my feet, and hesitantly took a step forward, and there I saw him, unconcious.

He looked around my age, maybe a few years younger. He had an attractive face, smoothed over in a boyish way in his slumber. His pink lips were parted as a breath escaped them. He was dressed in all white, the cloth rumpled but still managed to look clean. Heavy metal cuffs were linked around his wrists and ankles. I looked closer at his legs, and took a step back when I saw a long tail twitch.

I looked back up to his face, and my eyes trained themselves on his head, covered in mop of dark brown hair, but two glowing green horns, the same color as the coin I had, poked out. After realising this, I then noticed his eyes were open and staring up at me.

[clans-of-the-sea]

Forget-Me-Not

(Here’s my writing entry! I got Elf Owl’s help for writing the parts about Night and I thought this was the perfect moment to show!)

The beautiful, quiet woods sat peacefully in the springtime, with flowers blooming everywhere under the shining sun, turning the fields to a rainbow of beautiful bobbing colors and bright splashes. Heavenly scents trailed through the air, and so did butterflies and bees. Birds and squirrels filled the trees with song and life, and the day was perfectly peaceful.

Except for a small stubby figure far out by the farmlands, racing along as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. The reason she was flying along became quickly clear as a huge, snarling, snapping dog bounded into view as well.

“HEEEEELP! HELP! OH HEEEEEELP!” The dilute calico munchkin dashed through the grass, screaming like a seagull while she crashed along. She blasted past dandelions and sent their fluff flying through the air and trampled right over the clover flowers she loved so much.

The dog got closer and closer, starting to really gain on her. Eager excitement flashed in its dark eyes and it gave a wicked grin of bared fangs as it lunged forward to try to snap at her tail!

“AHHHH!” shrieked Snail. She jumped high in the air and landed right on the dog’s head! Panicked she clung on with claws and howled as the dog ran in circles, trying to shake her off. She bit its ear hard, trying to hold on better since she was scared of falling and being trampled.

But this just made the dog madder than ever! It snarled and roared and shook her right off!

Snail flew over a fence and landed in a pond! The giant splash made the ducks there quack and flap off. Whimpering, Snail struggled to the shallows only to see the dog bounding towards her! She tried to take off, but found out one of her paws was stuck on a root! Sobbing in fear, she clawed and scrabbled, still screaming for help.

Then a terrible snarl ripped out of the reeds ahead! A huge black shape leaped out and charged at the dog, snarling and hissing!

The dog yelped as claws sliced its nose and the angry black cat jumped on its face and attacked it!

Hiccupping and sniffling, Snail watched with wide eyes as the big black cat fiercely chased the dog off, sending it running away when it decided this new prey was too mean and the game was no fun anymore!

Panting, the black cat turned back and stalked over to Snail.

“Night!” she squeaked in relief recognizing her and realizing she’d been holding her breath in fright. She felt a little dizzy and flopped down. “You saved me!”

Night didn’t smile though. She just poked Snail. “How’s your paw?” she demanded.

“Stuck!” Snail took a shaky breath. “Is that dog going to come back?”

“No,” said Night. She carefully tugged Snail’s paw and helped her work it free.

Snail stood on wobbly paws and then squeaked. The one that had gotten stuck really hurt to stand on! She held it up, big eyes watery again. “It hurts!”

Night’s stiff expression didn’t change. The intimidating cat sniffed her paw and poked it. “Sprained.”

Snail stared at her in horror, puffed up and not sure exactly what that terrible pronouncement meant. “Will I ever walk again?”

“Of course.” Was Night rolling her eyes at her?

She frowned. “But I can’t walk right now.”

“You have three other paws.” Night beckoned to her and started to prowl off. She looked very grim, and Snail’s heart sank a little bit. Was Night mad at her? She drooped. She didn’t want the cool cat to be mad at her!

“Where are you going?” Snail hobbled after the black cat.

“Back. Camp. You should too.”

“But I can’t!” She plopped on her bottom and put on the saddest, most pleading face she could. “Night, I can’t. I’m on a mission!”

The black cat didn’t even turn around, she just looked around. “What mission?”

“I’ve got to find Fairyrings!” she explained.

“Who?” deadpanned Night.

“My sister! My other sister…” Snail’s whiskers drooped. “Why my housefolk lost me, I had two sisters, Ferret and Fairyrings. We all lived with the Storm Clouds because they gave us a place to stay, but then Fairyrings got scared when you new cats came—not to be rude, she just was worried, but I don’t mind you at all!” Snail hurriedly hobbled over to rub against Night, who just stared at her like she had squirrels in her brain. “But then Ferret died…” She looked up at Night, tears welling again. It broke her heart every time she thought of her sister dying, and then not knowing where her other sister was!

Night stared at her.

“I tried to find her,” wailed Snail, “but I can’t find anything and she’s gone forever! I came out here thinking maybe she went really, really far or tried to go home to our housefolk, but there’s nothing!”

“Then she’s gone,” Night said bluntly.

Snail’s whiskers drooped. She stared at the ground, starting to sniffle again. “I looked everywhere,” she whispered. “Everywhere!”

Night awkwardly nuzzled Snail. The big black cat then curled up around her and sat there frowning.

Snail sobbed into her fur, thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened. What if she was killed by dogs or had fallen in a river or got sick or got too hungry or got hurt or bitten by a snake or snatched by a hawk or attacked by a mean cat?!

Eventually though Snail ran out of tears. She sadly snuggled against Night, having hiccups from all her crying. She stared miserably at the black cat with her cheek pressed against her soft fur. “Night?” she quavered.

Night grunted.

“Will you help me do something?” she pleaded. “Something really, really important?”

“What?’ asked Night flatly.

“I want to make a mem-more-ree-um, for Fairyrings,” she said, sitting up with a sniffle.

Night cleared her throat and stared at her with pinned ears. She looked awkward and uncomfortable and pained like she’d been dragged backwards through a thornbush.

Snail guiltily nudged her wondering if now she was thinking about losing Shade.

“What’s that?’ demanded Night.

She stared up at Night. “You don’t know about mem-more-ree-ums?”

“No,” said Night.

Eyes tearful she said, “It’s a big nice thing you make to remember someone by and you make a big pretty thing and it means you won’t forget what you miss.”

“Oh,” said Night. She looked puzzled.

Snail pressed against her for comfort. “What do you do to remember cats?” she asked.

“We tell stories,” said Night. “About what they did. And we wrestle and yowl.” She looked away. “Death happens all the time. Once they’re dead they’re dead.”

Snail didn’t think that sounded very happy. It sounded very sad. She nuzzled Night. “Do you miss Cicero?” she asked. “He was your daddy wasn’t he?”

“Something like that,” said Night.

“We could make a mem-mor-ee-um for him too,” she said.

Night grunted.

“Can you help me?” she whispered hopeful. “We have to gather nice things.”

“Fine,” muttered Night.

The big black cat carried the small munchkin on her back. They wandered all over the hills, picking flowers and collecting feathers and berries and pretty rocks. Snail also found some nice soft sheep wool and some interesting shells.

“Is there anything you want to get Cicero?” she asked licking Night’s ear. She was balancing on top of her and carrying all the supplies.

Night grunted and didn’t say anything but when Snail finished collecting some more feathers she came back and found Night have some prey bones piled up.

“I made a thing,” she said flatly and pointed to it.

“That’s nice,” said Snail her voice still a bit thick. “But we have to put it somewhere special. I know the perfect place.”

Night carried her and she gave directions. She had a pretty good memory for things and they soon arrived in a pretty clearing with bright sun and soft green clover and grass everywhere. A big ring of mushrooms, which Snail called fairies, was there.

“What’s special about this?’ asked Night.

“It’s a ring of fairies,” said Snail. She nuzzled a fairy. It was pale brown and reminded her of the cream on her sister’s pelt. She gulped back a new wave of tears. “We just put everything in here,” she said, and started to arrange all the pretty things inside the ring.

She put shells, daises, roses, hyacinths, honeysuckles, butterfly wings, pinecones, stones, petals, acorns, fur, and feathers in. She also added moss and then lots of forget-me-nots everywhere, until the ring was filled with color and beauty, the perfect memorial for lost kin.

Night dumped her bones in the ring and then eventually added some tufts of her fur. “Now what?” she said. Snail was sure she looked kind of misty-eyed, and Night even added some white flowers on top of her pile, and a talon she’d found.

“We have to say words,” said Snail.

“What words?”

Snail didn’t know. She stared at the heap of gifts for a long while, sniffling and quivering while she tried to hold herself to together. Eventually she said, “I’ll always remember you, Fairyrings. And you too, Ferret. You’re the best sisters ever and I love you very, very much. I miss you lots, and I hope you come home soon Fairyrings.” If she heard Night’s snort behind her she didn’t notice. “I hope you find this and know I’m still looking for you.”

When Night came to stand beside her the munchkin pressed against her and smiled sadly, hiccupping. “You’ve got to tell some stories about Cicero when we get back,” she mumbled.

“Who says we have to go back?” muttered Night.

“What do you mean?” she pulled away and stared up at her.

“We can take some time…” Night’s claws sank into the ground and she was staring really hard.

Snail quietly pressed against her, purring softly and wanting to comfort her, sure that Night was trying not to cry. “Would you like me to say words for Cicero?” she whispered, eyes glistening.

Night grunted, which Snail hoped meant yes.

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath and said, “Cicero I know Night and Shade love you lots and I’m sorry you died, and I hope you and Ferret can have fun together wherever you are now.” She gave a big sniff and then sad down hard and started to cry again. “I’ll always remember you!” she promised. And she did. When she and Night had kits, she named the one that looked like her sister Fairy, after the strange little plants in her lost sister’s name: Fairykit.