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bunnybunbun0 · 3 years

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Harry request!

Harry sees a familiar ravenclaw clinging to her book in the back of the library & curiosity comes over him up to her to see what’s wrong.

Fluff prompt #4 ."im scared of thunderstorms” & #32."you look lovely in my sweater”

Warm|Harry James Potter

Summary:for your whole life you have been terrified of thunderstorms,leading you to develope a method to cope with the fear,Harry was about to show you a new and very warm one.

Pairing:Harry James Potter x Ravenclaw!reader

Warnings:none,this is just bad written fluff

Prompts:fluff-#4.``im scared of thunderstorms``,#32``you look lovely in my sweater``

A/n:thank you so much for your request!also,sorry it took me that long to write,i was drowning in school work,thanks for the patience.

that was really sweet to write,sorry for any mistakes,i kinda got lost on the ending,and it is not that long,but i hope you like it,and that it warms your heart <3

gif credits to the owner

Frustrated,that’s the word you would use to define yourself now,’cause it was better than the word scared.It was already midnight,,and you were ready to sleep,layed on your bed,when you heard it,a thunder,a loud one,followed by a lighting in the sky and the heavy rain hitting the window,and the roof upon your head.

You felt your heart beat faster and your palms getting sweaty,and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep,even tho you were tired,and had classes early in the morning,so instead,you got up,put on some random shoes,and left the dorm.

Thunderstorms terrified you to the core since you were a little kid,it’s just a fear that you never outgrew.You kept wandering through the castle,heading to the library,you always found confort there,among the books and the smell of ink and partchment paper,maybe that’s why you got sorted into ravenclaw.

Once you got to the library,you felt a little less scared,allowing yourself to relax a bit,feeling a cold wave hit your exposed skin,you left the dorm so quickly and exasperated,that even forgot to get a jacket,leaving your figure dressed with only pijamas standing in the entrance of the room.

But it was already too late to go back,so you just grabbed the poetry book you were reading earlier that day,and sat on the same familiar spot.

It was distracting you for a while,you really liked poetry and it was a good book to keep the focus on,and ignore the exterior sounds.Eventually,for your misfortune,the storm got worst,making your body flinch.

“Shit!”

You cursed under your breath,feeling your body shake in both cold and fear.Suddenly,you remembered what your mom used to do to calm you down in nights like this,leading you to whisper the lullaby.

“Daisy,daisy,give me your answer do,i’m half crazy,all for the love of you...”

You had your eyes closed and could feel the stress start to dissipate as the calm notes left your mouth.

“It won’t be a stylish marriage,i can’t afford a carriage,but you’d look sweet on the seat of a bycicle built for too”

A small smile left your lips when you felt more relaxed,having the guts to finally open your eyes again,only to face the figure of the boy standing in front of you,holding a wand with a shiny tip,staring shyly,and tenderly at you.You could feel your soul leaving your body,that was harry james potter,the boy you have fancied since second year,seeing you in a situation like this,you swore you could melt with the embarassement.

“I-i’m sorry,i didn’t mean to disturb you”

“You didn’t” he answered quickly,not wanting you to be sorry “may i?” harry asked pointing to the empty space on your side,after your positive nod,he sat on the floor by your side.

For a moment,an ankward silence stood between you two,the only thing that could be heard was the thunders and the big drops of water on the windows,making your body shiver.It isn’t like the two of you,had never talked before,everyone noticed you two being overly nice on the few classes gryffindor and ravenclaw had togheter,always smiling and staring,it was almost flirtarious,crystal clear you liked each other,but needed a boost to spit it out.

Harry that was quiet by your side,noticed your disconfort.

“Are you cold?” he asked,it seemed like the right thing since you were shaking,and it was raining.A sudden wave of embarassement ran through your body as you remembered you were using nothing but a tank top and cotton shorts.

“Y-yes actually..”you admited,it was an odd feeling but you felt confortable around him,like you could tell him anything in this world,and he also felt the same.

“Here” he took of his sweater and handed it to you “you can use it” a soft smile was on your lips,and you blushed a little,but accepted,you puted it on,and it was a little loose,but still very warm and cozy.

“Thank you” you told him with a smile,it was just too much for harry,you in front of him,smiling at him,cheecks slightly red,with his sweater on,such a sight for his eyes,and he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Merlin,you look lovely on my sweater” harry whispered loud enough for you to hear,a silly and passionate smile was dancing on his lips,the boy was not nearly as good as you in controling how much he cared for you.

“W-what!?” You could feel your face even hotter.

“O-oh nothing!” he answered quickly realizing just now what he had done,but not regreting it “so,uhm,what are you doing here this late?everyone else is asleep”harry quickly changed the subject trying to not increase the already high tension between you two,but you were sure of what you have heard.

“Honestly?” you were really about to tell him,one of your biggest fears,and you were not even scared,you trusted him enough to do so.he nodded to you in encouragement.

“I’m scared of thunderstorms” you said looking in his eyes “couldn’t sleep with the noise” you were definetly embarassed about what you just said,but there was something about him that just made you feel safe to say anything at all.

“Oh!” he exclaimed,surprised by how sincere you were “that’s okay,we are safe in here,you’re safe with me” he said sweetly,cupping your face and stroking your cheeck with his thumb,in an spontanious act that just felt so right.

Both of you were impressed with the sincerity of your words,and the naturality of your acts,the trust,the care,the love,it was all so real and honest.That was obvious that he fancied you back,but you needed to hear it,to be sure.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“D-do you like me?” both of you froze for a second “like,really,like”

“I-i do,but it’s okay if you don’t like me back,i-”

You shutted him with a kiss,one that felt like its being denied for years,but finally happened,and he kissed you back,pulling you closer to him,it was slow,but very full of love,a kiss worthy of a muggle movie.Before you even know how,you two were cuddling on the spot,the rain was setting down,and you were starting to get sleepy again.

“Are you still cold?”

“No,not nymore...now it feels warm,very warm”

#Harry Potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry james potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry james potter x y/n #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #harry james potter fluff #harry potter x ravenclaw!reader

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sunsetcurve · 3 years

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t... tiara thief + “have you been waiting up this whole time?”

fandom: knight squad relationships: arc/ciara, pre-relationship word count: 1,482 a/n: okay, first of all, i want to thank you for this prompt because it single-handedly pulled me out of the writer’s block i’ve been suffering for months. i haven’t completed something in a hot minute, so despite the fact that i wrote this all in one go while i was supposed to be studying for my calc test tomorrow and reading it over once was the extent of my editing so it’s probably Not Very Good, writing it made me incredibly happy. it’s so fluffy and i love writing their dynamic and just,, it’s such a great prompt for them and i hope you guys like it! dedications: tagging my dearest fellow tiara thief stans: @ciara-knightly@perhapspearl @mistyskiesrambles @willexs @taylorswiftrulestheworld @onplanetmars @neshatriumphs @zackmartin @knghtsquad @soni-dragon @hopefulbeautifulfool @cactus-con @waterisntreal @bitchmilsky summary: In the morning, she’ll chalk it up to the fact that she’s not thinking straight. She’s too tired to think about the implications of it, too out of it to actually use her better judgement. And too lonely. She’s been Princess Angelica for days—she wants to be Ciara for a night. She misses Arc, misses having his steady presence by her side, familiar and constant and unconditional. She just wants him to stay.

It’s late by the time Ciara makes it back. The castle is still and dark and dead-quiet as she approaches her bedroom, heels dangling from one hand and the skirts of her dress pulled up in the other, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

It’s not the muscle-aching, satisfying sort of tired that always comes after a long day of training or a successful mission, though—it’s the kind of weariness that’s accompanied by flashes of irritation and leaves her feeling more than a little drained. Not for the first time, the itch of resentment towards her Princess duties crawls under her skin. She should’ve spent the last few days on a daring quest with her squad, not faking smiles through ball after ball. But it’s the height of trade season; they have appearances to keep and responsibilities to fulfill. There’s a whole mess of politics involved that she’s slowly familiarizing herself with, getting comfortable with her position. And yet she misses the tension of her bow, the adrenaline rush of a fight, the thrill of a good adventure—and she misses her team.

They should be back by now. She was supposed to meet them in the training yard tonight, but the party ran long and she couldn’t pull herself away, so she’d had to cancel at the last minute. They’re meeting at the Tasty Trunk first thing in the morning to catch up over breakfast, but still, she’s half-tempted to take her passageway into the squad room and see them right now.

But it’s late, and they’ve just gotten back—they’ll all be asleep.

Ciara huffs a minute sigh and pushes open her door. She should get some rest, anyway, so she’ll be ready for training in the morning with a slew of excuses about her miraculous recovery from an illness that didn’t really exist. When she sees her bed, another wave of tiredness hits her full-force; she’s almost ready to throw herself under the covers without even changing out of her gown.

Except she can’t. Because there’s a figure slumped in the armchair by the balcony.

Her hand goes instinctively to her side, before realizing that she’s not in her gear and therefore doesn’t have a weapon. Mind whirring, she weighs the risk of transforming in front of this person—but after a moment, she realizes that they haven’t moved. She shuffles her feet to get a better angle, and moonlight spills over a head of blonde hair, rumpled clothes, and a dark green shoulder pad.

“Arc?” Ciara hisses.

“Wh—” He jerks awake, falling right out of the chair. His sword is still sheathed, but it hits the floor with a clang, and the sound rings through the room and makes her wince. His head jolts around before his wide eyes land on her. “Ciara! Hey, hi! Fancy seeing you h—here,” he finishes around a yawn, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“You’re in my room,” she says pointedly. There’s a part of her that thinks she should be annoyed, that she’s tired, and he scared her, and the noise probably woke half the castle, but in truth she’s just happy that he’s here. She would never say it out loud, but seeing him makes something in her chest swell.

“Hmmf...touche.” He smacks his lips, clearly still half-asleep even after being startled, and Ciara registers that he’s streaked with dirt and dressed in his gear.

“When did you get back?” she asks as he pulls himself into a sitting position and redoes the top few buttons of his shirt.

“A few hours ago.”

“Have you been waiting up this whole time?”

Arc rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, and the gesture is so painfully endearing that Ciara feels herself melt a little, a rush of fondness surging through her. “We were s’pposed to meet up in the training yard,” he says, and yawns again.

“I sent you a mirror message that I couldn’t make it.”

“Well, yeah, but I had to come chew you out in person for bailing on us.” He pouts, nothing serious behind his words, and Ciara finds herself lifting a hand to hide her giggle.

“Oh, yeah? Chew away.”

He fixates her with his drowsy eyes and says, with the utmost sincerity, “You suck. And—and I hope you find dragon dung in your pillow.”

She laughs openly now, the happiness and easy comfort of seeing him pushing away every negative emotion from the night. “Just say you missed me,” she grins teasingly.

“I did not.”

“Mhm.”

“I hope—I hope Sage covers you in unicorn poop again. I hope someone steals all of your tiaras, even the sparkliest one. I hope your snack catapult breaks.”

She gasps. “Take that back!”

“No. You deserve it.” He gives a little self-satisfied smirk, his eyes fluttering shut. It’s obvious that he’s just about ready to pass out again, and as Ciara tries and fails to stifle a yawn she remembers that she’s not that far off either. She moves to nudge him with her foot.

“C’mon, get up.”

He groans and swats blindly at her. “I can’t. I’ve lost that ability. Also, my back hurts. Your chair is not as comfortable as it looks—false advertising.”

“I didn’t ask you to sleep there,” she snorts, kicking him again.

Arc blinks his eyes open at last and lifts a hand into the air, looking up at her expectantly. She rolls her eyes and takes it, hauling him off the floor. “Idiot,” she grumbles, though she can’t keep the affection out of it.

“Your idiot,” he responds without missing a beat. Distantly, she thinks that she’s going to wonder over that line again and again when she’s not so sleep-deprived. In the moment, though, it just feels right.

“M’kay, I am going to bed,” Arc announces blearily, and starts making his way to her passageway. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You don’t have to go,” she says, and then bites her lip. Maybe if she had an ounce of impulse control left over, she would’ve stopped herself, but she doesn’t.

He stops in his tracks and turns to her. “No offense, but I think the beds in the squad room are more comfortable than your floor, if only by a little—”

In the morning, she’ll chalk it up to the fact that she’s not thinking straight. She’s too tired to think about the implications of it, too out of it to actually use her better judgement. And too lonely. She’s been Princess Angelica for days—she wants to be Ciara for a night. She misses Arc, misses having his steady presence by her side, familiar and constant and unconditional. She just wants him to stay. The words stumble out: “My bed’s big enough for both of us.”

He blinks at her. Tilts his head, like he’s trying to tell if she’s serious or not. He opens his mouth and then closes it, rubs at the inside of his eye with his fist, and then says finally, “Are you sure?”

She shrugs. “As long as you’re out by morning, or my dad will flay you alive.”

“I’m not afraid of your dad.”

“He’ll call my sister.”

He winces. “Okay, her, I’m scared of.”

Ciara laughs a little and holds her hand out to him, palm-up, and he slips his fingers between hers and lets her tug him towards her bed. He strips off his vest and his shoulder pad and sheath, and she takes the tiara off her head and lets her hair loose from its updo. She doesn’t have the energy to change out of her dress right now, just aches for the warmth of her covers and the softness of her pillow.

When she turns back around, Arc is staring at her. There’s exhaustion still worked into the corners of his face, but there’s something else, too—a sort of softness behind his eyes, a little burst of affection.

She smiles to herself and crawls into bed, burrowing into the sheets. “C’mon,” she tells him quietly, patting the empty space beside her, and he hesitates for a moment before nestling into place.

His whole body goes limp almost instantly. “I’m going back to my thieving ways for one last heist,” he mumbles, muffled by her pillow. “I’m stealing your bed.”

“Not allowed.” He’s warm and soft beside her. She presses close to his shoulder, her eyes slipping closed. “You smell like sewage,” she hums.

“Fought a troll.”

“Did you win?”

“Duh.” His breathing slows, and she matches its pace without thinking about it. She feels light and safe and floating, and she’s barely half-awake when his quiet voice breaks through her haze again. “Ciara?”

“Hm?”

“I did miss you.”

She nuzzles into his chest, warmth flooding through her at the knowledge that she’ll wake up next to him. Even as she’s drifting out of consciousness, she feels herself smile. “I know.”

#me? finishing a fic? it's more likely than any of us thought!#knight squad #tiara thief #otp: you’re gonna have to trust me #arc #ciara #knight squad fic #request fic #writing #my writing #//umanawrites

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lov3nerdstuff · 3 years

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 7.33}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 4.5k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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They arrived in front of Morgan's private rooms a few minutes later, and it instantly sobered Robin up from her feelings of happiness and comfort that she had been able to cling onto ever since setting foot into the office earlier. If only life could always be as easy as it had seemed minutes ago, just Snape and her, and their relentless curiosity for magic and adoration for each other… But it wasn't, and both of them seemed to remember that as they stood in front of Morgan's door in silence. If they didn't find out about Morgan's reasons, didn't find out what this entire thing was about, there would be no life for Robin to lead at all.

She looked up at Snape next to her for a silent moment of gathering her wits, and his gaze spoke volumes of the same story. They could do this. They would find the bloody portrait, and then they would take the next step and the next and the next until this stupid mess was over with, until Morgan was no threat anymore. Whatever that might take. Even if it meant having to make Dumbledore their friend or enemy.

Upon a silent agreement that time was of essence, Robin got started on opening the door at last. It was warded rather heavily as she found, but that didn't stop her in the least, and on the contrary made things rather easy in return. Quite like paint that was applied in thick layers, she could peel them back and remove them all at once, even as thickly plastered as they were. A few minutes of quietly murmured spells and some trial and error later, the door swung open with a little squeaking noise and opened up the view of a perfectly ordinary, even if slightly ostentatious bed- and living room.

"I have to ask…" Robin spoke up quietly, once they had closed the door behind themselves and were now looking around the dark room with a lumos each. "Are you actually bad at breaking into places, or did you just pretend to be? Earlier today, I mean."

"I successfully worked as a spy in one of the worst wars known to wizarding history, and even beyond that, you have seen the neighborhood I grew up in. What do you think?" He asked in return, easily and without reproach, while yet he kept his focus on searching the room around them.

"Honestly, I think you could probably break into Azkaban unnoticed and back out again as well if you wanted to."

"That's perhaps a bit exaggerated, but the general sentiment is close enough."

"Then why did you want me to do it?" A small frown creased Robin's brows, as her eyes darted over the various pieces of luxurious furniture. "I'm sure you're far better at opening doors than I am."

"To humour you." Again, his reply came easily and with an almost graspable not-smirk engrained in his tone, and Robin inevitably had to smile as well while he went on. "In very much the same way you always do when you ask me to grab an item from the top shelves for you. You know as well as I do that you wouldn't even have to use your wand to collect it yourself, but instead you keep asking me to help you. Because you know how much it pleases me."

The smile on Robin's lips broadened, and finally her eyes found Snape on the other side of the room. "I had a vague idea that you knew I was doing it on purpose by now. Did you see that in my mind?"

"No. I simply know you well enough to know how well you know me."

"That's as confusing as it is amazing." She sighed with the same smile, then went back to searching the room with her eyes fixed on the shadowy corners and places. "And thank you, for humouring me. I needed it today."

For another ten minutes they searched the admittedly small chambers in well practiced collaboration, checking even the adjunct bathroom and the wardrobes, but they still came up empty handed. Robin ran a hand through her unruly hair in frustration, then looked up at Snape who was standing next to her in the open space in equal irritation. "The bloody portrait has to be here. It wasn't in the classroom nor in the office, so it just needs to be here. There's no other possibility!"

"Considering how… frequented Morgan's quarters are by visitors of various kinds, it would only seem logical that he hid it well enough to not be found by guests on accident, but close enough to retrieve for his private moments."

"Ugh…" Robin shuddered while pulling a face. "It's not your fault, but any way to phrase it just sounds disgusting to me."

"I try to ignore that as best as possible. But the facts remain as they are, and I believe he hid it in close reach. The question remains as to where."

"Let's see… Perhaps we have to think like Morgan if we want to find the stupid thing." She suggested, and upon Snape's attentive yet expectant expression, she elaborated as silently demanded. "If I was Morgan, a wizard of thirty something years who is obsessed with a girl who is my student and who I happen to have a painting of… I would put it in a place where I often see it. I would be a lazy arse, but clever enough to still get my way; which means I would hide it somewhere where I don't have to move it, only conceal it."

"Sounds reasonable."

"And if I was Morgan, I would put it in a place where I can enjoy it while following my daily routine, since I would always be short of time and everything else would be too much of a hassle."

"Still reasonable."

"So… where in my chambers would I spend a lot of time?" Robin frowned to herself, then started sauntering through the room once more. "The desk, perhaps. I would always be working here instead of my office."

"But would you, as Morgan, not choose a place to display it that doesn't demand a constant split of attention? Having the portrait near the desk would pose a terrible distraction from your work. And as much as I hate the man, he always finishes his grading and other work neatly and in time." Snape commented in return, and Robin found herself nodding along as she trailed away from the desk again.

"True, I wouldn't be able to focus if I was constantly tempted to look at something I am obsessed with. And I would be terrible at controlling my own impulses. So… where else would I spend a lot of time by myself? What would I like doing in my free time?" She sauntered over to the small sitting area in the far corner, frowning to herself in contemplation. "Reading, perhaps?"

"You really don't have the slightest idea about what goes on in the mind of the average male, regardless of age, do you?"

Robin turned back around to Snape with a scoff, a half smirk and one raised eyebrow. "But you do? I can hardly imagine that."

"I was unfortunate enough to live with a hoard of them back in my school days." He scoffed at the memory, rolling his eyes to himself before he continued on in obvious disdain for what he was saying. "Perhaps Morgan was taking a literal approach with his words about looking at the painting each morning and each night. Perhaps, he hid it in the very place where he spends his every morning and night indeed."

"You don't mean-... No. No…"

"I wish I could hope I'm wrong." The gravity of Snape's tone made Robin shudder a little, or perhaps it simply was the idea he was so subtly presenting, but she took a deep breath anyway and walked over to the large four-poster bed in determination. That same model seemed to be a staple for all staff rooms, and if Morgan had hidden the portrait there, she would find it.

Indeed, after a moment of pushing through the queasy and awkward feeling of searching the vile man's bed, Robin finally found what she was looking for. Hidden under the roof of the canopy, concealed and fixated in place with some subtle charms work, was the portrait that she had last laid eyes upon in her fourth year. The almost perfect image of herself, the eerie similarity that now was almost absolute, hidden in such a place for only Morgan's eyes to devour at his fancy. Robin felt sick at the thought, her stomach churning, and even the last hairs in her neck were standing upright now. Morgan really hadn't been joking about his literal need for her… she suppressed the need to gag, which was only followed by another unpleasant shiver. This was worse than any amount of blood had ever made her feel.

"I, uh… I found the portrait." She finally managed to speak out loud without the bile rising in her throat, and after another few seconds of staring at the bloody thing that still looked just like she remembered, she added, "The… other me really doesn't have earrings, just as we thought, but otherwise she could be my mirror image. Well, if I had lived a couple hundred years ago, that is."

Her words faded, but even after multiple moments of silence she still received no answer, nor did she hear Snape coming any closer to look at her findings for himself. With a confused frown, Robin turned to look through the open room behind her only to find him lingering by the desk now, a deep frown plastered on his own face as he inspected a dark brown wooden box in front of him in silence. Again, as so often, his expression and body language spoke volumes, this time of weariness and caution.

"Sev? What's wrong?" Robin couldn't keep the concern out of her voice as she skipped over to the other side of the room to stand beside him in an instant. For a moment she followed his gaze to the intricately decorated box on the tabletop. It was an intriguingly unique piece, even if Snape seemed to be rather lost in thought than to be studying the object itself, and she finally looked back up at him with unease written all over her features when he still didn't reply. "Talk to me. Please."

"I believe to have seen this very object in the headmaster's office before… Years ago, when I was a student, and again and again when I started teaching, but not any time recently. In one of the shelves in the far back of the room where all the important artefacts are stored, far out of everyone's reach." He answered at last, obviously lost in thought and consideration, which didn't do much to calm Robin's uproaring nervousness. If Snape was concerned, she should be double as much.

"Do you know what's inside?" She finally dared to ask, and while she wasn't sure if she even wanted to know the answer, she suddenly was very certain that whatever the box held would bring them closer to solving the mystery around Morgan and the Portrait. It had to, everything else just wouldn't make sense. But perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

"I have no idea." He mused, seconds before casting a detection charm for curses and dark magic over the object, only to have it come back negative. "But we should certainly take a look. Out of all the bizarre objects in Morgan's room, this is perhaps the second most curious after the portrait."

"Why do you think that?"

"Have you ever in the entire castle seen an object that required a key and not magic to unlock it?" He finally turned to Robin, then motioned to the box once more while his eyes stayed on her though. Frowning to herself, Robin leaned down closer towards the box and held her wand so that she could properly study the object in question with sufficient light. Indeed, there was a keyhole on the lid. Something she hadn't seen in use in the longest time. For a few minutes she tried every spell to open the box she had at her disposal, then however gave up in the light of her company's greater knowledge of such spellwork.

"That really is curious." She said as she straightened her back once more. "Do you want to try?"

"I already have."

"And?"

"There is nothing to be done without the corresponding key. It seems to be entirely unaffected by magic in general. And knowing who the box belonged to, it likely wouldn't do to simply break it open either."

"Pity." Robin sighed, stemming her hands into her hips as she thought. If the box really had been among the important artefacts in the headmaster's office for at least ten years and had still been there when Snape started teaching, then it must have not been in Morgan's possession much longer than the portrait. But if-...

"I can feel you thinking, Robin." Snape interrupted her thoughts before she really could get going deeper. "And usually that results in some brilliant revelation. Enlighten me, yes?"

"Right…" She breathed, nodding both to him and herself. "I was just thinking, if the box was in the headmaster's office from possibly before the time you started school until roughly when you started teaching, then it can't belong to Morgan and also can't have been in his possession for long."

"The latter is obvious, but what brings you to assume the former?"

"Well, when you started school at the tender age of eleven, then Morgan must've been like what, sixteen? Seventeen?" She reasoned, more guessing than knowing, but the point stood nonetheless. "Either way, as you previously pointed out, he is quite the ordinary male with an ordinary mind."

"That we have yet to determine for certain."

"I'm not talking about him going crazy over me, that's another issue entirely so let's just ignore that for a second. What I mean is that at whatever age he was when you started school, he was still a teenager. And how likely is it that a normal teenager possesses artifacts that are important enough to make the headmaster's top shelf?"

"I see your point." Snape mused, frowning to himself again for a moment. "In that case Dumbledore must have given it to him deliberately, at a point in time after I started teaching even though there does not seem to be an apparent reason for that particular timing. Which in return makes it highly unlikely that the contents of this box don't correlate to the portrait in some way."

"Precisely my line of thought."

"That makes it all the more important to find a way to open this crude thing now." He grumbled to himself and went back to studying the box intently. "Obviously Morgan will possess the key, but I sincerely doubt that Dumbledore doesn't still have one as well. He wouldn't part from anything of relevance without precautions."

"Wait, so there can be more than one key?" Robin's mind came to a sudden halt, then toppled over some more and finally changed direction. "I was under the impression that Morgan would logically have the only one."

"I see no reason why there couldn't be more than one. Creating them certainly must be a difficult procedure, but not impossible to replicate over and over again if desired."

"Oh gods…" Her voice grew shallow as her heartbeat sped up in an instant, followed by a cold rush of adrenaline while she mentally chastised herself. They had a lock without a key. She had a key without a lock. How stupid could she be not to make that connection sooner?!

"Minerva's key. Of course…" He came to the same conclusion as her then, eyes widening every so slightly as he watched Robin fumbling with her locket with slightly shaking hands. She had too much adrenaline in her body for anything else, was too exhausted and anxious… But this had to be the reason why McGonagall had given her a key for her birthday, and why she'd been so insistent on it that Robin kept it a secret. She had another key to this box, a key that wasn't supposed to exist.

"Fingers crossed…" Robin said under her breath as she finally put the small piece of metal to good use at last. It fit into the lock easily, and with a weary look up at Snape, Robin finally twisted it in one swift move. It obliged without resistance, and she pulled her hand back as if burnt when not one metallic clicking was heard from inside the box, but multiple in a row. Oh gods, hopefully she hadn't just set off some trap or self destruction or anything of the likes… But after a few seconds, the sounds faded, and the box sat still and innocently as ever on the desk before them.

"Do you wish to open it or shall I?" Snape asked quietly, but even he didn't dare to take his eyes off the box now.

"I'll open it, and you make sure that nothing jumps at me. Like always, yes?" She propositioned, nodding to herself to perhaps shake some of the fear out of her head. This was a good idea… she just needed to make herself believe that now. "We've been in plenty of situations like this before, haven't we? I go off to inspect some potentially dangerous thing, and you make sure I survive it. Isn't that what we always do when we go hunting for ingredients?"

"It is similar enough, yes."

"Good…" She took a deep breath, then placed her hand on top of the lid and looked over at Snape once more for a confirmation of what she was about to do. He motioned for her to go ahead, and after another second of hesitation, Robin finally had enough of herself and flipped the stupid box open with a start.

Nothing jumped at her, nor did she seem to have set off any kind of follow-up spells. It simply was a box, admittedly larger on the inside than the outside, but Robin barely took notice of that any longer, seeing how most of her own boxes and bags were graced with the same magic. What did surprise her however were the contents the box in front of her held now, in all their striking unspectacularity. A look at Snape confirmed that he shared that sentiment to the fullest. They had expected anything at this point… but not just a gigantic stack of parchments, ranging from literally ancient to almost modern.

"Well, at least we have something to look into now…" Robin sighed to herself as she frowned down at the pile of paper in front of her. "There has to be some kind of important information written on these, or nobody would've bothered hiding them that well. They will either give us answers, or leverage on Dumbledore who in return can give us answers."

"Indeed… However this is hardly the time nor place to look through an epos of loose leaf parchments." Snape said in argument with circumstance, which made Robin look up at him again while raising her eyebrows.

"Do you really think we should just take the box? Morgan will notice for sure, and then it won't be hard to guess for him who took it."

"I think we should take the parchments." He returned easily, then motioned to the object in front of them once more. "The lid had a thin layer of dust on it already, which means that Morgan likely knows the contents of these papers at this point and therefore has no need to open the box again any time soon. If we leave the box where it is, and with a bit of luck, he won't notice the papers' absence until we long have the information we need. Until we are ready to face him on equal grounds."

"Clever." Robin replied with a half smile. "As always."

Snape merely rolled his eyes in that exaggerated manner that humour her so much, then they finally went to gather up the papers into a portable pile in his arms. Half a minute later, Robin locked the box back up with her key, then hid the latter back inside her locket.

"What about the portrait?" She asked as they made for the door at last, after having spent decidedly too much time in Morgan's quarters already. "It feels wrong to leave it here, in that place… I know we have to, but it makes me feel sick nonetheless."

"As much as it bothers me, I'm afraid we have to leave it where it is indeed." He answered, then his voice turned into more of a growl than the rich silk it usually was. "But don't believe for even a second that I wouldn't gladly end his pathetic existence for lusting after you like this."

"Because I'm yours and only yours?" She couldn't help asking with a small smile, while she peeked out through the door into the empty hallways first before opening it further for him as well.

"Because you deserve better than that."

"But also because I'm yours."

"Yes."

"You really can't deny that you are quite territorial, you know…"

"I would rather call it protective than territorial."

"Same thing."

"Does it bother you?" He inquired calmly but in seriousness, looking down at Robin over the papers in his arms expectantly.

"Rather on the contrary." She replied with a small but affectionate smile. "It makes me feel almost too giddy with pride and adoration. I just wish you could show a little more of that in public too; would certainly keep the right people from bothering me. Oh well… I wish."

"Believe me, so do I." He sighed in return, then took another look inside Morgan's room once they both stood in the hallway. "Let us hope he will be too drunk upon his return to notice the traces we left."

"Or… I could turn back the time inside the room to before we arrived?" Robin suggested more than asked with a hopeful and pointedly innocent expression. "You know I can freeze objects in time… And I'm actually quite sure that I can turn time back in a limited space just as easily, as long as there are no people inside. That's way more difficult, or rather impossible without a timeturner."

"You are aware that technically tampering with time is forbidden in any regard, yes?"

"So is breaking into a professor's private chambers and stealing his papers."

For half a second Snape seemed to freeze in his protest, then a not-smirk tugged on his lips and he shrugged as far as his arms full of parchments allowed. "I ran out of arguments. Go ahead."

A mirroring smirk played on Robin's lips for a moment, then she took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. She'd read more about messing with time than she should probably admit, going through the entire restricted section of the library without anyone ever putting a stop to her efforts. Really, all the fun magic was in the restricted section anyway. Everything that was worth learning about. The part about potions and herbology she'd already finished years ago, then the dark arts had followed a long time prior as well, and now finally she had moved on to researching charms, also in regards to the still impending NEWTs.

It took two attempts to cast the difficult spell successfully, but then the room looked precisely how it had before they had entered. Even the layer of dust on the box was back in place and undisturbed by fingerprints. Content with her efforts, Robin finally closed the door and placed the same wards on it that she had removed upon their arrival.

"Do you know what truly is a shame?" Snape asked after a moment, while they quietly made their way back through the dark hallways and down a few stories.

"Quite many things, but please, do enlighten me."

"That neither Morgan nor Flitwick will ever know how ridiculously talented you are in their subjects."

Robin let out a humoured huff in replacement for a certainly too loud chuckle. "Oh, I think Morgan does know at this point. I managed to fend him and his best efforts off after all, even if just barely. Isn't that what defense class is about?"

"About fending off your crazy professor? I certainly hope not."

Now Robin did snort a little, even though the topic itself should have been rather depressing. "It's ironic that I have to defend myself against him with defenses that he himself has taught me. Or rather I would have to, if I hadn't read so much more about the dark arts in advance. What truly saved me today wasn't anything I learned in defense class… but rather the things I came up with myself, or what you showed me. Things Morgan didn't see coming."

"And therefore my point stands."

"How so?"

"Well, any idiot can learn the textbook by heart and master the school taught spells."

"Most idiots can't, in fact, as you very well know. They're far too narrow minded to even accomplish such a thing, and-..."

"Anyway…" He went on, in a manner that reminded Robin an awful lot of her own mannerisms, but she gave him that and let him go on. "What makes you such a brilliant witch and not just an outstanding student is that you don't even try to stay within the given boundaries. Most of the things you excel at are either straight out illegal for most people, or at least so far out of the school curriculum that your teachers will never know what you truly can do."

"I don't really mind." Robin shrugged in return. "It's a good thing that Morgan doesn't know me well enough to know what I can do. That's my only advantage over him."

"I certainly agree with that assessment. Perhaps once Morgan isn't an issue anymore we can see to it that you get the recognition you deserve."

"I just want to ace my NEWTs and move on to more interesting matters of study once and for all. I don't need anyone's recognition. The only person I ever actually tried to impress is you, and that seems to have worked out for me just fine." She replied with a small smirk, which earned her another of those lovely feignedly annoyed expressions in return. They both knew she was right though, she had impressed him so many times and likely always would, and it had indeed worked out in both their favour. And, almost needles to say at this point, Robin felt like they both were equally proud of that fact after all.

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rubymoon-snape · 3 years

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Disclaimer: I don't own Voltron Defender of the Universe. I do own Ruby though.

Summary: Keith, Ruby, Lance, Rachel, CJ, and Allura get de-aged to three-years-old.

Author Note: This is Keith/Ruby, Lance/Rachel, and Allura/CJ. Rachel belongs to QueenScene2, and CJ belongs to 80sGayTrashGoblin.

"De-Aged Hijinks"

It was a quiet night on Planet Arus. The castle's inhabitants weren't expecting six of their number to be affected by the previous day's experiment. However, morning's light showed yesterday's experiment had unusual consequences.

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Ruby could feel Keith's arms still around her. She was happy that he hadn't been called away to defend Arus. She adored waking up in his arms, but there was something a little off. She had fallen asleep wearing an old faded Garrison t-shirt of Keith's that wasn't too baggy, but now, it felt really baggy.

She hesitantly opened her eyes and was very confused, because there was a little boy who looked like Keith and was wearing his pale blue pajama top sleeping with his arms around her. She looked down at herself and saw she was a little girl again. She whimpered, inadvertantly waking Keith up. He rubbed one eye. "Ruby, what's wrong, darling?"

It was then that it registered to Keith that his girlfriend was much younger than when they went to sleep, but she still had her heart necklace and rose earrings on. He looked down and saw that he was a little boy again. They didn't get to say anything else, before they heard crying from the next room over.

%%%

Rachel and Lance were already awake and had discovered what happened, but Rachel was determined to put her make-up on. Rachel, wearing Lance's shirt, stood on Lance's shoulders to see the mirror in order to put on her make-up. She couldn't do it well enough, because she didn't possess fine motor skills anymore, so she asked Lance, who is wearing his pajama top, for help.

"Help, Lancey?"

"Don't call me that, doll. Not when I can't do anything about it."

"Please."

"All right. Come down." She slid off his shoulders. "Now, hold still."

He tried to put on her eyeliner but ended up accidentally poking her in the eye with eyeliner pencil. Rachel bursted into tears, and Lance dropped the eyeliner pencil and kissed her on the lips to get her to stop crying, but it didn't work and made Lance cry because he hurt his girlfriend. Their crying was what attracted Keith and Ruby.

Ruby immediately went over to her best friend's side and held her, rocking her in order to soothe her. Keith followed his girlfriend's lead and went over to Lance's side.

"What happened, Lance?"

"I-I h-hurt, R-Rach," Lance sobbed.

"She seems okay aside from being three."

"All four of us are little kids, sweetheart," Ruby stated.

Rachel had heard Lance's sobbed confession and lifted her head. It was obvious what had happened. Her eye was still red and not just from crying, which did help with clearing the eyeliner out. "I'll be okay, Lancey."

"Rach?" Lance locked eyes with his girlfriend and held his arms open for a hug. Rachel flung herself into his arms, knocking them both over in the process. Keith and Ruby giggled, Keith putting his arms around his girlfriend.

"Voltron Force, report to the control room!"

Keith and Lance looked at each other, Keith nodding. The two de-aged pilots dashed out of the room, their girlfriends in tow. When they arrived in the control room, they were the last ones, Hunk and Pidge arriving before them.

"What's the matter, Coran?" Keith asked, momentarily forgetting he was currently three-years-old.

Coran, Nanny, Hunk, and Pidge all turned to face the de-aged quartet. "I originally called you here, because Allura is missing, but what happened to you four?"

"We don't know," Keith admitted. "We woke up like this."

"So, that's two mysteries to figure out. Where Allura is, and what happened to those four," Hunk stated.

"Hey! I'm not the youngest anymore!" Pidge pointed out.

"We need to do something! You two, find the princess!" Nanny pointed at Hunk and Pidge. "You two, find something better to wear!" She pointed at Keith and Lance. "And you two, get to work!" She pointed at Ruby and Rachel last.

"But we can't work like this!" Ruby insisted.

Nanny went to grab Ruby to put her over her knee, but Keith pushed Ruby behind him. "Don't touch her!"

Nanny paused for a moment but turned to Rachel. Lance didn't even give her a chance to yell at his girlfriend. "They can't work!"

Nanny ignored him, grabbing him by the ear to move him out of the way.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Lance yelped, cupping his ear after Nanny released him.

Hunk finally intervened. "Nanny, you honestly can't expect two three-year-olds to clean the castle and do laundry. They can't reach most of the places."

Nanny looked from Ruby, who was being held by Keith, to Rachel, who was kneeling by Lance and trying to help Lance feel better. She sighed. "I suppose, but then, they should help find the princess."

"Calm down, Nanny. I'm sure she's still in the castle," Coran said.

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Meanwhile, CJ and Allura were on their way to CJ's lab, which was just the room next to Allura's room. They had woken up de-aged but had realized what happened. The experiment CJ conducted the previous day had blown up in her face. It had affected Allura, Ruby, Rachel, Lance, and Keith, because she called them there to witness her brilliance.

The reason they were headed /back/ towards CJ's lab was because they had stopped by the kitchens for snacks. No one had seen them since they used the vents, which was a little hard since they were wearing old dresses of Allura's (back when she was originally three-years-old). CJ didn't really like the dress but it was better than the old t-shirt she had fallen asleep in. When they had gotten to the kitchen, the two found themselves with an armful of snacks each. CJ thought it was because the kitchen maids were delighted to give them sweets, but in truth, the maids couldn't deny the sweetie that was a tiny princess.

Since their arms were full of snacks, using the vents were out of the question, so they were walking down the corridor when they were spotted by the four other children.

"There they are!" Ruby exclaimed.

CJ and Allura looked up and saw Hunk, Pidge, Keith, Lance, Rachel, and Ruby heading their way. CJ looked at the two de-aged maids before she turned towards Allura. "Why did I have to wear a dress, when they get to wear oversized shirts?"

"We're only wearing these because we didn't have anything else," Rachel pointed out.

"I have more dresses you can borrow! Follow me!" Allura headed for her room.

Keith looked at the two currently eldest pilots. "Tell Coran and Nanny that we found Allura."

Hunk and Pidge nodded and made their way back to castle control. Keith, Lance, Ruby, and Rachel hurried after Allura and CJ. They entered Allura's room and were surprised to see it slightly messy. There were several, fancy, child sized dresses flung over the bed.

Ruby and Rachel rushed over to the selection, wanting to get dressed in proper clothes.

While the girls were choosing their dresses, Keith asked, "Do either of you know how this happened?"

"Of course, I know! It was my experiment yesterday! It wasn't supposed to do this, but it's fine."

"Fine? We're three-years-old!"

"Relax, Keith. It'll wear off by morning." CJ muttered under her breath, which Keith didn't hear, "I think."

"I'm wearing this!" Ruby pulled out a white dress that had what looked like cherry blossom petals swirling around the full skirt.

Rachel pulled out a dark blue dress that looked out of place in the collection of light colors. It was sleeveless and had a slightly shorter skirt, ending at her knees, when she held it up to herself. "I like this one!"

The girls hurried to the en suite bathroom and changed into the dresses. They came out, carrying the shirts they had been wearing. The boys were so mesmerized by the sight of their girlfriends in such pretty dresses that they missed the looks the girls were giving each other.

Rachel whispered into Ruby's ear, making the other girl giggle. The two girls dug through the pile again and pull out another two dresses, heading for their boyfriends. They pulled them into the bathroom and had them face away from each other.

"You two need better clothes. You should wear these!" Rachel giggled as she and Ruby held out the dresses they had just picked up.

"I'd rather just stay in my pajama top, darling."

Lance shrugged. "Sure?"

"But, sweetheart, Lance is doing it."

Keith briefly glanced over to see his best friend unbuttoning his pajama top, adverting his gaze back to his girlfriend, who was still holding out the red dress she had found. He sighed. "Fine."

Once the boys had their pajama tops off, the girls helped them into the dresses. Keith's dress was short sleeved and down to his ankles. Lance's was also short sleeved but the front ended at his knees while the back ended lower (at his ankles). While Keith looked like he was pouting at having to wear the dress, Lance was wearing it with confidence, giving everyone the idea that he may have worn a dress before.

Allura clapped her hands as the four exited the bathroom. "Oh! You all look so pretty! We should do your hair, Keith!"

Keith's hands immediately buried themselves in his still long hair. "Nuh-uh. No way, princess." He eyed CJ. "How sure are you that this is ending tomorrow morning."

"Pretty sure. Maybe 95%...85% sure. Well, maybe make that 75% sure."

Fin

Author Note 2: To CJ's credit, it did wear off the next morning.

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fuzzyporcupine · 3 years

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lead me with your hands tied | chapter 5

chapters:

FULL - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

rating: explicit

word count: 10,592

summary:

In the midst of a crumbling kingdom at war, Levi Ackerman is commissioned by King Jaeger to paint a portrait of his overzealous son.

chapter 5:

The tea was cold before Levi could enjoy it. He found the pot sitting neatly atop a wooden desk near his bed, a white porcelain cup perched beside it. To be fair, it surprised Levi to see the set had been dropped off in his room. He figured that Petra would deprive him of the tea considering his brash behavior back in the studio. She had taken the tea with her after she exited the workshop, leaving Levi open-mouthed and speechless at her words.

They were hard to swallow. Repeated endlessly in his mind until he was absolutely positive that the sentence would be permanently ingrained into his thoughts.

“He is not his father.”

The statement was hard to believe, especially after the prince’s pompous display. Even more so knowing who produced the bastard. Petra was probably ignorant to the truth, he supposed. Of course, the woman defended Eren Jaeger. She bloody worked for him. His lips pursed tightly as he yanked the white cravat from his neck. All these exasperating thoughts were giving him a damn headache. He knew that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, and the fucking maid wasn’t going to change his mind.

Levi glanced down at the cravat wrapped tightly in his clenched fist.

It just figured that the prince didn’t even need to open his boorish mouth to infuriate Levi.

The stranglehold slowly loosened around the cloth, revealing a set of unattractive wrinkles set deep into the fabric. Levi’s brow ticked angrily at the sight. Ironing was always such a chore, the tool heavy and clunky to work. He was used to light brushes, not weighted iron. It was the reason why he took such great care to not crease his clothing. However, now it seemed as if he would have to swallow his pride and pay the housekeeper a visit. That is if she would be willing to even entertain his presence. He really did have to work on his tact. Though that feat was easier said than done. Levi was a terrible conversationalist. And even worse at controlling his sharp tongue. That much had been made apparent by the way Eren stormed out of the studio. Levi faintly wondered if the prince confided the embarrassment to his father. Eren appeared way too prideful for that, however, as Petra so plainly put it, “He is not as you have constructed in your mind, sir.”

A scoff broke bitterly across his lips.

No, Eren Jaeger was exactly as he’d constructed. Arrogant and spoiled. Completely unaware of the detriment his goddamned father had brought upon the kingdom. So, an idiot, as well.

Indeed, the people of Shinganshina had a prime package in store for them after the king finally croaked.

He deposited the cravat onto the desk before his anger decided to ravage more of the cloth. Heavy-lidded eyes panned to the teapot still resting on top of the mahogany.

“Fuck it,” he breathed, turning sharply to exit the room.

A cup of cold tea just wasn’t going to cut it tonight.

The air of the tavern smelled like a rancid combination of stale beer and bile. Levi’s nose wrinkled in disgust as he stepped around a patron snoozing soundly face-first on the muddy floor. Hoots and hollers of drunken idiots sounded off in multiple directions. Many were dancing poorly in the center of the alehouse, men and women linking arms and twirling in stumbling circles. Others could be seen banging their fists on the cheap wooden tables or clinking together full tankards of beer.

It was a complete shithole, but a welcome change of scenery from the gaudy decor of the castle keep. Even if the majority of the customers were Shinganshina forces.

He did his best to ignore the bubbling unease stirring in his gut as he walked to the bar. In the back of his mind, he knew this was a horrid plan. Being in a room with this many soldiers did nothing but cause his pulse to race and his blood to boil. Levi tried to reason that a drink would surely help cloud his mind well enough to forget about the guilt. At least for one night.

“Mr. Ackerman!” The booming voice cut through the air like a beacon, and despite the knowledge of knowing just exactly who that call belonged to, Levi still turned his head. The general stood from his place at the bench, a large palm extended upward into a wave. Levi’s face twisted into a grimace, lip curling as he regarded the blond man. Instead of replying, Levi promptly ignored the caller, finding the thought of nursing a terrible drink much more appealing than the abysmal company.

He slid into one of the empty stools placed sporadically in front of the bar. Pointy elbows lifted to rest atop the counter before he noticed the number of miscellaneous substances splattered across the surface.

Truly a complete shithole, he thought.

“Irene, give my friend here a heavy pour.” Levi huffed irritably as he turned his head towards the man. He expected General Smith to pick up on the hint. Weren’t military officers supposed to be good at reading situations?

“I don’t need your coin,” he spoke, tone sharp and unwavering.

“Don’t be so sour, Mr. Ackerman. It’s impolite to deny such a small act of hospitality.” The man finished the sentence with a gleam of shiny straight teeth. All of which Levi wanted to ram his fists firmly through.

“Hospitality,” Levi mockingly spit the word back at the general. Thought about the people locked outside the heavy iron gates. All the good that hospitality got them, huh?

“I would assume a man like you from Mitras would understand the meaning of the word.”

Levi grit his teeth, “Listen, you fucking-”

“Ah, thank you, Irene.” Erwin passed a single gold coin to the portly woman as he reached for the full tankard. Foam sloshed over the edge and splashed loudly onto the countertop as the man slid the cup over the Levi. He caught it easily in his palm, fingers wrapping around the lukewarm mug. Thin lips fitted snugly around the brim as he took a swig, a cringe immediately making itself visible as he swallowed down the liquid. “It’s not exactly His Majesty’s wine, huh?”

Levi narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t some fancy noble who only lived off drink that tasted of sweet berries and flowers. He took another gulp.

“It tastes like damn horse piss.”

“That’s a kind description,” Erwin laughed, bringing his own mug up to his lips regardless. Levi hummed before returning to his drink. The unease in his gut had returned tenfold sitting next to the general. It felt like he was walking a very thin line of treason and camaraderie as he remained perched in the uncomfortable barstool, neither of which he felt very keen on exploring. “Why did you accept this commission, Mr. Ackerman?”

The question was a trick, it had to be. Some sort of convoluted way of getting Levi to admit secret desires that he’d been able to keep safely stored away inside his head. A manipulative query from an even more manipulative man. However, he was not some gossiping wench who spent their days fantasizing about the next public execution.

A tight sigh blew out from his nose, rippling the beer in the tankard. “The coin.”

“Hah! And you say you didn’t need mine? Why, Mr. Ackerman, I’m insulted.”

His nostrils flared hotly as he turned to the man. “I don’t need the coin of some military pig who slaughters innocents on the king’s orders,” he whispered lowly. Levi’s eyes widened slightly with the admission.

Shit.

At first, Levi almost believed that Erwin didn’t hear him. That his words were lost to the drunken merriment within the tavern. However, when the general’s expression darkened he knew the insult had been heard loud and clear.

“You have an eye for war, Mr. Ackerman?” Erwin’s voice sounded different now. Cold. Calculated. It was enough to bring the hairs on the back of Levi’s neck to a peak.

His voice remained steadfast as he spoke, “I never said that.” But he said enough. Enough to out himself as one who openly detested the king’s commands.

However, Erwin continued as if Levi hadn’t said a word. “Everyone thinks you are from Mitras, correct? It’s a fine town. Lovely people. However, I’m almost positive that Mitras has been wholly unaffected by the war.” Levi’s throat started to tighten as his grip around the mug strengthened. “No mass casualties besides the fools who throw themselves willingly onto a soldier’s blade. So, where are you really from, Levi?” The breath sucked into the bottom of his lungs was short and sharp. Felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of icy water as cool, blue eyes analyzed his expression.

Swallowing the ever-rising fear clawing at his chest, Levi schooled his face into a neutral look. “I’d think you’d worry more about your soldiers shitting their pants from all this pig swill.” He swiveled his body out of the barstool, boots landing flatly in the dirt with a satisfying smack. Abandoning his nearly full mug, Levi resented that this night would surely end with him sipping cold tea instead of welcoming a much-needed buzz. Suddenly, a hand wrapped securely around his wrist. Instinctively, Levi wretched his limb away, the grip all too familiar to that of manacles attached to an iron chain.

“Do not fear, Mr. Ackerman. I believe our paths may be more linear than I originally suspected.” Levi could only offer a narrowed glare as the man vacated the seat and returned to the rowdy group of soldiers who cheered eagerly at Erwin’s return.

Bunch of bloody neanderthals, he thought with a sneer.

Despite it being the middle of summer, the air had taken quite a chill once the sun receded below the horizon. As it was now, Levi shivered once stepping foot outside the tavern walls. The walk back to the keep was not long, but he was positive that his bones would be brittle by the end of it. Wrapping his arms tightly around himself, Levi began his march back to his chambers.

He’d only made it a few feet before a familiar shout managed to draw his attention to a dark corner shadowed by hay bales and wagons. Levi had never been a particularly curious boy. Always knew to leave well enough alone when well enough could send a knife between your ribs. This trait followed him into adulthood, and it had served him well thus far. So, it was completely perplexing as to why his movements began to drift toward the sound.

Pressed up against the wall was a woman, her dress lifted scandalously against thick, voluptuous thighs. Legs were tangled securely behind the man’s back, jolting as he moved against her. The tailcoat thankfully protected the man’s modesty as Levi glanced down to spot breeches bundled gracelessly around tanned ankles.

Levi knew he should leave. This didn’t exactly look like an intimate moment being shared between lovers, more like two souls just trying to enjoy release behind the courtyard stables. However, he was frozen. Eyes glued to the way the moonlight reflected off the woman’s upturned neck. The fingers digging bruises into the soft skin. Levi couldn’t look away.

Maybe it was the beauty behind the act. The delicate lines that he could envision painted on a canvas. All sweeping motions that portrayed an act of love and not some meaningless roll in the hay.

“Hey! What are you doing?” A feminine voice yelled out, breaking his imaginings as his eyes refocused on the sight. The woman looked horrified, hands adjusting the ruffles in her dress as she glanced at him with disdain. “You absolute cretin. Sneaking around the courtyard like this.”

Levi was unperturbed by her comments, gaze hardening under her stare. He’d heard much worse in his lifetime, been called far crueler things. “Your squawking was hard to ignore. I thought a poor beast had been mangled behind the stables. Turns out I was only half wrong.”

The woman’s face reddened, mouth opening and closing like a fish being tossed on dry land.

“Don’t mind the artist, dear.” Still facing the wall, the prince adjusted himself, deft hands fastening the white breeches. When Eren turned around, it was with a sinful smirk that caused his jaw to tighten and palms to sweat. “He’s probably never fucked a woman before and was curious to see how it was done.”

Levi’s teeth clenched so hard that he was sure the bones would break.

Eren stepped forward, a lecherous look in the emerald stare. Despite the man’s best efforts, the clothes were still disheveled. A plum waistcoat was hanging open, the cloth shirt beneath it only buttoned halfway. His gaze betrayed him as Eren closed in, roaming across the exposed skin of the man’s upper chest. Tracing the lines from collarbone to abdominals. Levi swallowed hard lest he began to look like the wanton woman left against the mossy brick wall. Once the prince reached Levi, a hand reached out. Those nimble fingers he had watched skirt up the side of the canvas now latched themselves to his chin. “Am I wrong?” Eren’s breath reeked of booze and the man’s eyes were slow to focus.

“You’re drunk,” Levi muttered, making a half-assed attempt to free himself from the prince’s grip. The man just squeezed tighter, and Levi imagined the unsightly bruise that would surely appear the next morning. Eren was lucky. If not for his royal blood, Levi would have already broken his wrist and sent him home wailing. Nevertheless, Levi let the boy king manhandle his face to meet a glazed expression.

“I would teach you. If you begged.” The confession was whispered into the night, darkly sweet and melting into his ears. A toothy smile spread across Eren’s face as Levi felt heat begin to extend across his cheeks.

“You think too highly of yourself, Your Highness,” Levi sneered.

The smile didn’t fade from the prince’s expression. Instead, a thumb lifted to trace Levi’s bottom lip, as that lustful gaze flitted down to his mouth.

“Perhaps you’re right, artist.” Then the hold was gone, the feeling of those long, nimble fingers leaving fire in their wake. The prince turned away, unsteady steps taking him back to the waiting woman. Eren wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they began to walk in the direction of the tavern. A hand was nonchalantly thrown up into the wind. “Get a good night’s rest, artist. I shall see you bright and early if my stomach allows it.”

Levi watched as they moved further and further away until the pair disappeared behind the tavern doors.

Left alone in the chilly summer breeze, Levi felt resolute in his thinking that, indeed, Eren Jaeger was just like his father.

#ereri #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #riren #fic: lead me with your hands tied #fuzzyporcupine #thespazzbot

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dnd-drunks-n-debauchery · 3 years

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Recap/Highlight reel of Friday Night's session

Brought to you by @nevergonnarollagain AKA Cookie

Before we started the action, Locke asked me whether or not I wanted him to be a nice DM or a meaner one. I chose for him to be meaner because I thought it would be funny.

We join the action as our party approaches the gates of the city on our way out. In front of the gates stands an Aaracroakra wearing an apron and regular clothes. Jayfice recognises this Aaracroakra as Klilic; the pair had been dating at one point, which is how they know him. Klilic's appearance seems fairly normal apart from a greatsword on his back. (This is important for later on.)

Both Jayfice and Klilic are confused at first, with Jayfice believing that this is some sort of illusion created by their mother (who, spoiler alert, is kind of an asshole). Klilic holds out his hand for Jayfice to examine, and upon determining that Klilic is not an illusion, Jayfice grabs him into a hug which seems to make him a little uncomfortable although he does reciprocate.

Jayfice eventually pulls away and asks Klilic to come with us out of the city, but Klilic counters with staying in the city instead. Klilic has lived here all of his life and runs a bakery here, which would probably explain why he's so reluctant to leave. When Jayfice tries to explain that the city isn't safe due to their parent's plans, Klilic simply responds "Then make it safe."

As Jayfice continues to try and persuade Klilic to come with us, Klilic turns and looks up at the top of the gate. Jayfice's father walks out, speedwalking slightly before slowing down to do a slow-mo walk in an attempt to look cool. It didn't work.

Jayfice's father tells Jayfice that their mother is very upset, and that whatever argument that they've had can be sorted by coming back to the castle and having a diplomatic discussion. Jayfice tells him that they've got no room on their schedule, but their father counters with the fact that Jayfice doesn't have any bookings listed in their diary.

Jayfice's father attempts to persuade Jayfice to come back to the castle, also talking to their brother and trying to persuade him to convince Jayfice to go back to the castle. When Jayfice declines he tells them he won't stop us leaving, and as a show of good faith he opens the gates and offers to answer any questions Jayfice has about the plans.

Jayfice decides to take the opportunity to ask about the full details of the plan, and their father explains; the plan is basically to conquer the whole of Arrack. They've enlisted the help of the Brokensky (a well-known gang of criminals who coincidentally want to capture/kill Jayfice) and plan to act through the Brokensky to attack other cities and drive a divide between them to make it easier to take them all over.

Since Jayfice's father is aware of the Brokensky hunting Jayfice, he offers to help resolve the situation if Jayfice goes with him to the castle. Jayfice shows a split-second of interest, and their father notices this.

He extends his offer to answer questions to the whole group and Rosania speaks up, grumbling that anyone who works alongside the Brokensky is bad news. Jayfice's father admits that he felt the same way at first, but that things have run surprisingly smoothly with them, aside from a few contract issues which he blames on his wife making comments in the meetings.

Jayfice thanks their father for his time and sends the rest of the group ahead, staying back to talk to Klilic and try one last time to convince him to come with us. Klilic really doesn't want Jayfice to leave, and draws his sword in an attempt to persuade him to stay. The pair have an intense conversation about Jayfice not trying to keep in contact during their exile, then Klilic casts fireball at the rest of the group, knocking out Ned.

Javier attempts to zap Klilic but only succeeds in giving him a light static shock, which unusually doesn't ruffle his feathers. (Literally. His feathers don't react at all to the shock.)

Rosania reacts next, preparing to cast Dancing Lights in an attempt to distract Klilic from the fight. However, her wand seems to tell her that that isn't going to work, so thinking fast she instead runs closer and casts Thorn Whip, and the magical whip drags Klilic closer to her.

Harmony follows Javier's example, zapping the fuck out of Klilic. Again, much like what happened with Javier's static shock, Klilic's feathers are not affected by the energy from the shock.

Klilic yeets another fireball at us all and Harmony gets knocked out, breaking her arm as she falls backwards.

Javier gets pissed off when he sees Harmony's arm break and fireballs himself, knocking out Rosania and killing Ned. When he realises that Ned is dead he spins back round to face Klilic and starts glowing like fuck. It doesn't take a genius to work out that Klilic is doomed unless Javier is calmed down.

Jayfice is conflicted. They don't want to hurt Klilic but he literally just killed one of their friends. They eventually make the decision to Eldritch Blast him, much to the amusement of their mother, who briefly appears as a hologram and taunts them for this decision.

Klilic is upset at Jayfice for attacking him, and they shout at each other for a moment before he starts to attack them, slashing their chest twice and prompting Jayfice to use their Hellish Rebuke. (They're a cambion who keeps the form of an Aaracroakra, that's why they can do that.) Despite Klilic being burnt by the Hellish Rebuke, his feathers, once again, show no real traces of it.

Remember how I said that Javier was pissed that Ned is dead? Yeah. He shoots some kind of lightning out of his chest that temporarily blinds Klilic. Then he charges at Klilic and attacks him with his fire sword as Jayfice shoots Klilic with another two Eldrich Blasts.

Jayfice asks the others to help snap Javier out of his rage, and they respond by fucking shooting him. Harmony, who has been healed and is back up on her feet, sends a death glare to Jayfice before attacking Klilic as well.

Badly injured, Klilic attempts to fly away and escape, but Harmony casts a Void of Tentacles spell and grabs him in it before smashing him into the ground, killing him.

And while all of this is happening Rosania quietly fucking dies in the background.

As Harmony dispels the tentacle spell, Jayfice approaches Klilic and casts Spare the Dying to ask why the hell he attacked them all like that.

But it turns out that this wasn't actually Klilic at all.

The creature we had been fighting was actually a Grey Slaad (a shapeshifting creature from another plane), and he has a mind-control gem in his brain. He explains that the gem told him what to do and that he'd likely be made to attack again if he was released, and Jayfice stabs him to prevent that from happening. While Jayfice and the Grey Slaad are talking, Inora revives Rosania and Ned, getting them back on their feet with 1 HP each.

Jayfice's mother appears as a hologram again and mockingly congratulates Jayfice for slaying an innocent creature, then flies up above the city and announces that Jayfice made a deal with a devil and attacked the city, ruined their crops, and declares that there is a reward for whoever can kill them and bring them back. Then she turns to Jayfice and declares "Let the games...begin." (Like I said, she's an asshole.)

A whole bunch of people start charging to attack Jayfice and our party, and Rosania (who, bearing in mind, just died and got brought back to life so will be feeling rather disorientated at best) goes into a full-on panic and turns into a fucking Allosaurus. Jayfice attempts to take advantage of this situation, yelling at the mob to stay back lest they send their "Uh, uh...creature" to fight them. They also threaten them with a boomstick and pleads with their father to close the gate, but the mob gets through the gate because their father hesitated. Jayfice asks the "big creature person" (Rosania) if she can help them, and Rosania turns and runs away.

Jayfice attempts to intimidate the mob again by changing to their cambodian form and yelling at them, but it just makes the mob angrier. With no ideas left Jayfice asks the rest of the group to help and dives behind them.

And the group gives the mob the same treatment they gave Javier.

Which is to fucking shoot them.

The entire fucking mob dies much to the horror of Jayfice, who casts Spare the Dying before turning and running away. The rest of the party follows them, and Locke comments that the Spare the Dying that Jayfice cast saved like one person in the mob.

Rosania leads the sprint from the city, noticing up ahead that there's a group dressed up in black and blue, led by someone out in front dressed in green. She finally calms down enough to stop running and turn back into herself, and decides not to tell the rest of the party about the group approaching. Jayfice announces that they'll need to find somewhere to shelter for the night and Rosania takes charge, silently leading the group to look for shelter.

Rosania leads them towards a group of trees, and while it would be a satisfactory place to shelter for the night a little voice in the back of her mind tells her to go just a little bit further. Trusting this voice, she leads them past the trees and we eventually arrive at a small, abandoned town. All of the buildings seem to have taken damage, but most of the buildings would be safe to shelter in. While there does appear to be smoke further in the distance, the party collectively decide to settle in at the abandoned town for the night.

We all head inside the tavern, noticing a rotten carrot and some rotted tatters that may once have been from some extravagant clothing in the corner. Upstairs there seem to be a lot of yuletide decorations, and one room in particular seems to be decked out in yuletide fancies.

During the night, Jayfice wakes up with a weird feeling that something's wrong. They can hear the crunch of snow outside, and sneak over to the window to see what's out there. They see a man standing next to the tavern looking shocked to have seen/heard activity in the town, and as they watch the man begins to cast some kind of spell.

Jayfice sneaks outside to talk to the man, and he explains that he's a potion-seller who lives in the potion-shop across the street. Jayfice offers the man some crackers, and as soon as they hold out the cracker box all the crackers are eaten.

Jayfice spots a fiendish woman and an elvish woman walking around talking, and lures the man inside before spying on the women. They seem to be talking about taking people's souls, and mention "the exiled one", before going their separate ways. Jayfice attempts to follow the elvish woman, but loses track of her in the dark. They go back to the inn and fall asleep again.

Jayfice wakes up again a short time later, hearing what sounds like hooves on the floor somewhere upstairs. They go to check it out and find the fiendish woman from earlier, who demands to know what makes them special enough that the assassin would spare them and change an agreement she made with her. Jayfice admits that they don't know, but that if she wants their soul she can take it. She decides to spare them for now and leaves, and an uneasy Jayfice stays awake watching in case she returns.

As they look out of the window, Jayfice sees someone walking around watching their window, occasionally stopping to flip a coin. Then off in the distance they spot the group Rosania saw before; a group of people dressed up in black and blue, led by someone out in front dressed in green.

This is where we ended the session, although Locke revealed during a conversation afterwards that when I chose for him to be meaner at the start of the session, I was determining the Grey Slaad's AC and how many fireballs he had, essentially making him a tougher opponent. In response to that revelation, I announced "Guess I'll be choosing route B more often!"

#dnd #d&d #recap #Cookie

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afterthelastreset · 3 years

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch8 Realizing Feelings P4

Trigger WARNING: Rouxls is going to have a miniture panic/anxiety attack in this chapter. Mak belongs to @coffincrawler

What soon followed after that was actually a dreamless slumber for once which was a surprise in of itself. Usually they were full of danger or Lancer's past shennnanigans, but oddly enough he didn't remember anything past falling upon the bed and giving a few coughs from the dust before he blacked out into dreamland. But when he woke up, he didn't have the usual dread or happy feelings from the past night. Though he was still pretty tired, and from the light noise outside, the rain had let up quite a bit. The bed was pretty soft and warm so he was tempted to fall back to sleep, but the soft coughing from the dust annoyed him enough to groan and sit up. His tired eyes blinked and after a while he managed to see past the usual darkness of his home. Pretty quiet since Jevil decided not to disturb his sleep this time. Well, no time for thinking about that now, Lancer would be waiting for-

.....Oh. Right. Jevil's little mind games tricked Lancer into ordering him on paid leave. Which banned him from the castle for the amount of time the king dubbed. Which happened to be a little over a week. He groaned again and reached his hand up to wipe at his face. Looks like he'd have to find something else to occupy himself today.

He threw off the blanket which also tossed up another cloud of dust and made him go into another coughing fit, waving his hands in front of his face. Whelp! He guess he found what he was going to end up doing all day today. Groaning, he tossed his legs over the side of the bed with a few last coughs and pushed himself off said bed, stretching out his back. It was going to be a long day regardless.

He found the cleaning supplies under the bathroom sink where'd he thought they'd be, and (after the usual morning hygiene) got to work on the two rooms and store front on hand. Dust. It was all mostly dust that covered everything, but there was also leaves, footprints, random items, half eaten dark candy, and random dirt and sticks all over the store front which made it the most dirty. So the living courters being less filthy would take less time to clean, so he began on those first. He sorta lost count of time around after he was done scrubbing the ceiling with a spare broom. His eyes watered and his lungs burnt from the amount of dust there was lying around. His brain was a bit fuzzed over with the sudden urge to clean up the very disgusting shop. No surface was literally left unscrubbed to the worm's disposal. Walls, ceilings, furniture, closets, doors...Clean freak to a whole new level. But it helped to pass the time to the worm and would temporarily dowse his worries for Lancer. So imagine anyone's surprise when the door his shop opened and the tiny bell above the door-

"DON'T COMETH IN!" The worm shouted from his position on the floor, on hands and knees. Whoever it was he could hear shuffle awkwardly on the outside of the door, just a couple inches from the actual shop floor. "Can't thou seest that the sign sayeth I amst closed for thine day?" He mumbled something to himself before dunking the scrub brush back into the bucket of soapy water before pushing it back down to the floor and began to forcibly forcing it back and forth against the unscrubbed parts of the store front. "I amst busy for the day and I shan't have time for thou's antics. If thou wishes to see to me about any problems with the king or guards, then I can't help thee until much later."

There was a small amount of silence as the newcomer watched as the duke continued to clean what was left of the floors before the worm broke it.

"Thou needs to leave before the winds blows anything into mine shop or thou dirty's thine floor anyway-"

"Ahahaha. Well, it's also a coincidence I'm also closed then. Eh, Duke?"

The worm stopped what he was doing and immediately looked over his shoulder. Right in the doorway was the giant cat he had previously seen around. Seam had to duck his head down a little bit to fit in the small doorway and gave an amused look down at the duke cleaning on the floor.

"And I'm afraid I don't seek any company with the kings.

"Then what art thou doing here?...Nevermind. Don't ruineth mine hard work." He went back to his scrubbing and gave a frown when he heard the old cat chuckle again.

Seam wouldn't lie, he wasn't expecting to walk into a spring clean up, but the worm's work was impressive by the way the place shined and how everything was carefully organized, anyone could've sworn the place was brand new. He guessed he should've expected some cleaning when he saw the two full trash bins outside the door, but he didn't expect to see Rouxls in this state. On hands and knees, hair in a messy bun with strands hanging around his face, and wearing something that wasn't a fancy suit. The sight made him chuckle again making the worm mumble again.

''I thought it was a bit wrong of me to take some of your wares, and since I needed to get some supplies of my own today, I thought it'd be only fair if I got some for you as well." His eye panned over to the makeshift clothes lines across the walls and into the next room with the many sheets and clothes hanging from them and hummed. "I see you thought of everything."

"I nay like a filthy home. I preferest to keepeth things in an orderly fashion. I know where everything is and control of mine space at all times.''

Seam hummed again and continued to watch the duke work for a little longer. "....How long have you been working?"

"Since I awoke hours ago-"

"Hours ago?...It's about eleven in the morning." That comment made the worm pause and look over his shoulder at the now confused looking cat. "My friend. Either you had woken up mighty early or managed to get hours of work done with just a short amount of time."

"I-....I'm used to getting things done when they needst to be. Mine king demanded it-"

"I'm pretty sure Lancer isn't one to demand a lot often." Rouxls said nothing but went back to the floor he was working on. Seam gave another hum and looked around the store front a bit more. "....I have to admit, you did a pretty impressive job for just a couple of hours. Could use that kind of energy for my sheap."

"Well, thou should put more work into thine home and appearance if thou wishes to accomplish anything."

"Have you even eaten today?"

"No." At the mention of food, his stomach growled making him wince.

"Why don't you take a break? I left that cake in the cubord over there. A little unhealthy for breakfast, but I don't think there's anything else to eat in here from what's been taking and all."

"Nay! I'm far from done." The duke finally scrubbed the last of the floor ear a corner in the far side of the room and sighed, leaning off his hands and onto his knees. Stretching his back out before turning to Seam.

"How much could possibly be left? It looks like you went crazy with a broom in here." He gestured one of his paws to the practically sparkling space.

"Worm! I obviously have thine shoppe window to taketh care off ....and thine locks to fix to keepest pests out." He mumbled that last part to himself but Seam's sensative ears caught it just like everything else. "And the very fact mine supplies art dangerously scarce is cause for concern."

His stomach gave off another growl and he growled at it. Dropping the scrub brush back into the bucket with a small splash and standing back up onto his bare feet. He bent back down to grab said bucket and walked across the shop entrance towards the room entrance behind the counter. Seam gave a smile and watched as the worm disappeared into the back. The sight amused him more than anything really. And so, he dared to step into the worm's forbidden cleanliness. Surprisingly most of the floor was already dry so he didn't have to worry about slipping or leaving watery footprints. He was never fond of water anyways. He placed the over sized bag in his hands on top of the counter and tilted his head to the side to face the entrance to await the return of Rouxls. Seam didn't have to wait long before the duke finally came back, wearing another fancy suit none the less. Rouxls froze upon seeing the cat by the counter and Seam chuckled at the expression on his face.

"This part of the floor is dry already," he said before he could start on a rant and pointed to the floor.

Rouxls scowled. "I still didn't say to cometh in!"

"You said without supervision. You're still here as far as I can tell." Rouxls sputtered making him chuckle again.

To change the subject Rouxls pointed at the bag and asked, "And what didst thou put in there?"

"Oh, this?" He patted the bag. "A lot of dark candy sprouted this season and like I said, I've already taken my fill of them. I did say I had brought you some after I took some of yours."

"What's inside?"

"Eh..Mostly dark candy and tea leaves, but I did bring back the books and spare blanket I borrowed."

"You mean stole."

"I do remember you saying you didn't care about what I took that night we met. Implying you technically give me permission to have it."

"You- I-....I didn't mean-.." The cat simply smiled at the sputtering duke as his face turned a dark blue out of embarrassment or anger until he turned away in a huff making him chuckle again. His sputtering was quite amusing. "W-Well....I appreciate thou's generous return of mine objects, but I still have duties to attendeth too."

"Oh? But aren't you on paid leave? I'm pretty sure that's what I've been told."

Rouxls shot him a suspicious look. "..And where didst thou heareth that?"

"Jevil told me last night."

Upon hearing the imp's name, Rouxls grimaced. "I should've known. *sigh*.....Where is he anyhow?" He peered back over towards the door as if to look for said gremlin, and also noticed it had stopped raining.

"He left for work. He works for Lancer now I believe, and won't be back for another good few hours. Don't worry, he promised to look after the boy."

Rouxls huffed. "That'll be the day. I thank thee for the returned wares, but you must leave. I'm very busy as it is."

Seam chuckled again. "Oh, come now. What's the point of vacation if you don't relax? Or not. Doesn't involve me now does it? Ahaha." Rouxls huffed and turned away again. But he paused when a paw was held out to him. "Now come friend. I mean no ill will. Let us start over."

Rouxls stared at the smiling cat for a good few seconds before slowly looking down at the extended paw. It didn't look like it was threatening in the slightest position, but he wasn't sure at all. Seam stayed still and just as he was about to put his paw away, the blue man slowly reached his own hand out to the paw. Seam gladly took it in his own and gave it a couple shakes.

"Ahaha. It's nice to meet you fri-"

Rouxls let out a squeak as a pulsation ripped through their bodies and simaltaniously pulled his hand away from the equally startled cat, who's fur puffed up and his eye widened at the sudden feeling. Rouxls's soul thumped hard against his chest to the point he thought it was going to burst from his chest, then as suddenly as it came it left and his soul slowed down and his lungs heaved out. The two just stood there as the effects wore off and slowly looked at each other. Seam was the first to move as he slowly looked down at his paw, his button eye spinning. He stared at his paw for a moment before closing it and giving Rouxls a wide eyes look.

Rouxls gave a small cough as he reached up to straighten the hair poking up on his head. "S-Stupid static cling. I must've forgotten some dust rabbicks on mine person. Art thou-"

"I-.....Didn't think I'd live to see this event....Aheh..ahahaha." He slowly trailed his eye back at the confused man in front of him with an unsure smile upon his face. "Well....This is interesting news to be sure."

Rouxls rose a brow. "What does thou meaneth? A shock of static tis nay new. Though I nay felt one this powerful-"

"Jevil is in for a surprise it seems." He chuckled a little more much to the confusion of Rouxls who rose his brow further. "He certainly won't appreciate having his soulmate's soul atatched to my own."

Rouxls just stared blankly at the cat, but when he reached his paw back out and grabbed his shoulder,he was just about to ask what he was doing when a thump from within his chest shut up any thing he would've said. He stared at nothing for a moment but blinked and looked down at his own chest. Underneath his suit he could faintly make out a soft blue light that softly pulsated within his chest, sending small pulse waves throughout his being. He slowly looked back to Seam who gave the same patient smile on his face.....A light coming from his own chest.

"I think things are going to be a bit hard to explain when Jevil returns. Ahahaha." Seam contined to give the frozen duke a smile, but his smile faded when he felt Rouxls slightly shake under his grip, "Hey. Are you alright there?"

Rouxls didn't answer. Instead his face turned a pale blue like he'd just seen a ghost, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. His body went limp and he fell to the side. The last thing he saw was Seam diving hard left towards his falling body as black enveloped his vision.

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"His hair is so shiny! Can I keep it?"

"No, Mak. I think he's had enough to worry about right now."

"Is he going to be ok? He looks dead. Can I have his shiny neckless if he's dead?"

"*sigh* No, Mak. That's his, and I think he's been through enough stress for the past few da- What are you doing?!"

"Trying to put this bandaid on his face? It looks like he fell on a sharp rock."

"That's a scar! The Healing Hathy already comfirmed that when I took him to see her."

.....What the-?

He groaned and turned his head. The first thing he felt was a soft but scratchy surface hugging his entire body and some kind of force on his chest making him heave a little from the weight.

"Look. He's not dead!....Unless he's undead! Should we get silver bullets?"

"You've been reading lightner stories too much. Now off of him."

He felt the weight lifted from his chest and groaned, his body shifting. His body wasn't in any pain thankfully but he strangely felt less tired than before he woke up before....In fact, he was starting to think that was all a dream. Of course Jevil had sat upon his chest and the two had invited themselves in. Again. But he didn't remember his bed being scratchy? His eyes slowly blinked open. The first he saw were two giant eyes who blinked at him and a black nose that sniffed at his face- He screamed a high pitched squeal which startled the furry thing into jumping back before baring it's fangs at him and giving a small hiss of their own. That thing definitely wasn't Jevil. He shot up and backed away from crazy animal against the soft surface.

"WHAT THY FUCKETH?!"

"MAK!" Their heads turned to a very familiar cat as he scowled at the animal. "Don't scare him. What are you doing, trying to give him a soul attack?"

The animal pointed a paw at him. "He started it!"

Seam sighed before turning towards Rouxls with a softer smile. "Hey, there friend. Are you feeling better?"

Rouxls turned his gaze around the area he was in with a wild look. Stone walls and ceilings held similar things to his bedroom....minus the fireplace to his right and the old looking couch he was apparently sitting upon. His soul still thumped within his chest

"...W-Where-?"

"You're in my sheap." The cat smiled at him from across the couch. "You're alright."

"W-What...What happened?"

"You just fainted. I had you checked out by a healer, she said you'd be fine. I was worried you had a soul attack or something."

"I-I..I may not be in the best condition, b-but I shan't have any medical issues of that sort!," he retorted before finally looking at the animal thing. The small thing was looking up at him and blinked a couple times. It looked a lot like a cat if it wasn't for the shape of it's tail and the wings attatched to it's back. He stared at it for a few seconds before pointing, "And what tis this?"

"Oh?" Seam turned to the child and patted the top of it's head. "This is Mak. They're harmless, don't worry. But they should really not scare guests." The child giggled and just shrugged before looking back at Rouxls.

"You're really shiny! Came I have some of your sparkles?" Their paw delicately reached up to him and made a grabby hand movement at his face, like how Lancer would whenever he wanted attention or to be picked up.

Rouxls grimaced and leaned away. He might've thought it was cute if this wild child hadn't scared him half to dust. Seam must've noticed because he gently removed their hand with a chuckle.

"They like shiny things. But they're a good child I promise."

Rouxls didn't look convinced. "How long was I asleep?"

"Almost three hours. Not very long to be honest. Are you feeling better?"

"I-....I'm fine." He quickly threw his legs over the side of the couch and stood up. he wobbled a little bit from his legs feeling like jello, Seam reached out a hand as to help, but Rouxls waved his hand away and reached down to straighten himself up. "I just....I think tis best I teketh mine leave-"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea." Seam gave him a concerned look. "After fainting like that, you're probably going to be weak for a bit. What if you fall again?"

"N-Nay! I haveth non time to delay! I-I'm feeling fine-" His stomach gave off another loud growl and he winced from the empty feeling coursing through his body at that very moment. "....I'm still fine."

"I think you need to sit down and rest a moment before you faint again of exhaustion. You seem to have a bad habit of pushing yourself, friend."

"HA! Likest thou couldst do anything to makest me do anything!"

A small silence.

"...Ahaha. Are you sure about that?"

"Of course I am! I have more authority than thoust could comprehend." He turned to the side. "I will taketh mine leave now!"

"Alright. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to use force."

"What doth thou-"

He squealed as a large paw grabbed the backside of his shirt and lifted him up from the floor. He heard a familiar chuckle and turned his face to the amused looking cat. He immediately went dark blue in the face and reached his hands up to try and grabbed at the large paw holding him up to no avail, his feet comically kicking at nothing in particular.

"L-L-Leteth me go this instant!," he squeaked out making Seam chuckle, "Tis NAY funny!"

"My, my. You certainly are a feisty one, aren't you?" He gently swung the flailing and squeaking duke over the coffee table and closer to his soft body. Using his other hand, he grabbed one of Rouxls's legs before hoisting him up.

Rouxls made angry sputtering noises as he was forced into being held in the bridal position of the larger cat. His face went completely white from sheer embarrassment and Seam chuckled again at his flustered state. He continued to kick out and try to pry the strong paws off of himself as Seam shuffled behind the coffee table and eventually took a seat onto the couch. Rouxls made an attempt to push himself off his lap as he sat down but unfortunately Seam's way of cradling him like a child prevented any escape. He felt his side be pressed further into the soft, warm body of the stuffed cat as he leaned back, sighing into the softness of the couch. He froze up for a few seconds, soul thumping, and face as pale blue as a frozen blueberry.

"W-What doth though t-thinketh you're doing?!," he managed to squeak out.

Seam let out a couple laughs before patting Rouxls's back. "Well, you did leave me with no choice. I could get into trouble if you ended up passing out from exhaustion or starvation. And I wouldn't be a good person, would I?"

"W-What happened to it being 'none of thou's business'?!"

"When the person who's business involves me directly of course. And you did faint because of the whole soul sparking thing-"

"THAT WASN'T A DREAM?!"

Seam laughed again as Rouxls gave a high whine of flustered feelings. "'Fraid not."

"H-Holy hell!.....Oh no..." His eyes shrunk in size as one thought shot through his head. Swirling pink heart attacks shooting behind his retnas. ".....It's going to kill me....IT'S GOING TO KILL ME!! I AMST GOING TO DIE WHEN HE FINDS OUT!!"

The sudden change in tone from flustered and angry to utterly terrified alerted the two to his sudden fear. The two animals exchanged a look before looking back to the duke who had launched his hands up to clutch at his head and his body shrinking down into Seam's soft body. Seam reached a paw to his back and gave him an unsure pat before asking-

"Who's going to harm you-?"

"T-That.....H-He-"

"You mean Jevil?"

Rouxls winced when he said the imp's name, confirming Seam's thoughts. He hummed before looking towards the small child who looked more confused than concerned. "....What's he talking about?"

"He's just scared of something....Uh- Why don't you get him something to eat?...That's actually edible."

"Oh. Alright."

The small bat thing turned around and scampered it's way out of the room towards the store front, leaving the too males. Alone. Seam stayed quiet and just silently rubbed the other man's back until his breathing and soul thumping reduced to a minimum. They sat in a few minutes in total silence before the dared to ask-

"Are you ok now?," his voice was like a parent talking to a scared child. Rouxls nodded. Seam hesitated. "Do you...think you can talk?" He nodded again. "Ok..Good, good....Do you...think you can tell me why you're scared of him?"

Silence.

"....Ok. Do you want to talk about it?"

"....I a-amst not...scared of him."

Seam had to take a moment to process what Rouxls had just said for a moment. But he blinked in confusion. "Why then..do you think he would harm you?"

Silence.

".....n-not him....s-stupid emotions.."

".....You're afraid of your emotions?" His silence answered his question.

They sat there in silence for a moment, as Seam seemed to piece together something in his head. Taking it slower, weird behavior, all the statue imitations, fainting......Good god what happened to end up like this?

"....I...w-will best al-...alright."

His sudden answer spooked Seam a bit, but the cat stayed calm for his sake and continued to rub his back. "Are you sure? If...If you need me to talk to Jevil, I most certainly will."

Rouxls was silent for a moment. "...No...My p-person...M-Mine rules...I've suffered worst."

Seam wasn't honestly sure how to feel about this whole situation, but decided it was best to roll with it for the moment. Patting Rouxls back and doing his best to comfort him. He sorta suspected Jevil knowing some of this problem now that he thought of the story he told him about yesterday's events with him getting that 'relaxing' leave, but he couldn't be sure just yet. He'd have to wait until he came back to ask anything.

#Seaxls #Seamkaard #rouxlvil #rouxvil #Nosuit #jevil x rouxls #jevil x seam #jeam #seavil #Deltarune #rouxls kaard #Seam #jevil #Seam x Rouxls #seam x jevil

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sarah-bae-maas · 4 years

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Rowaelin AU!

AU! where the valg wars never happened, but Aelin and Rowan would always have met anyway

Masterlist AO3

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“Dorian, as nice as this was, you need to leave.” Aelin smirked at the bare body next to hers, admiring the prince.

Dorian reached a hand over, smoothing it down her body and around dangerous places. “Of all the things I could do, why would I do that – Ah! Fuck.”He pulled his hand back, and held it to his chest as it burned. Aelin’s eyes widened, horrified at what she’d done. Before she could apologise for losing control of her magic once again, Dorian huffed and near-fled from the room, slamming the door in his wake. She didn’t even have a chance to apologise to her friend.

She was lucky her room was on the opposite of the castle to her parents, otherwise she’d fear they’d hear her escapades with the prince of Adarlan.

Maybe burning Dorian was a blessing in disguise. She did need to get some sleep – some fancy diplomats from Wendlyn, including some warrior that had been hired to train her, were arriving in the morning. She didn’t know if it would help at all, but she figured it couldn’t hurt. Even at twenty-one, her fire burned in uncontrollable ways. She thought maybe as she aged it might settle down, that somehow she’d magically be able to control it better, but it still flared up at the worst possible times. Like when Dorian tried to touch her. Luckily he was just a bit of fun, or this would be a serious problem.

She sighed, eager for tomorrow but dreading the likely-awful fae that would be her maker for the next few months. She decided that sleep would likely evade her the entire night, so she may as well find something to do with her time.

The halls were silent as she crept through them, her fae senses letting her know what ways to avoid so that she didn’t run into anyone else. Her body, tall and languid, thrived when in her fae form. Her human side was so erased that she’d fooled even the oldest of fae into thinking this was her who she really was.

Although only walking, a bead of sweat started to roll down her back. The air was dry as can be as a sweltering summer rolled in, the earth smelling of dead grass and dust. The back alleys she took to get to her favourite pub forwent pavement and let long-cemented clay guide her feet. The stone homes that lined the alleys were cool to touch, and she let them cool her fingers as she walked to her place.

Shady’s had been there longer than she’d been alive, and had been passed down through the same family like it was a royal crown. Not bustling, but not meagre, it was the perfect place to lose yourself. It also helped that it was smack-bang in the middle of a precinct the wealthy usually avoided. Dorian, for example, would never sully his fine shoes by walking on this dirt. Ha! What prisses. Anyone to scared to walk to Shady’s didn’t deserve it.

A little bell dinged as she entered, but no one looked up at her entrance. She had a hood over her head, or waist-length blonde hair braided back and hidden. Not many people were here at such an hour, only those who really wanted to forget themselves. Aelin ordered a pint and sat at her usual seat, scratching at the table.

Tomorrow will be fine. You can handle some old fae. You can do this! You’ve trained your whole life for this moment! Even if you can’t get grip on this, you’ll still be a Galathynius. Terrasen is your home. They’d never make you leave.

No matter what she told herself, she still felt butterflies roaring in her stomach. It wasn’t so much that she was nervous to meet her alleged mentor, but what would happen if the bastard couldn’t fix her.

It had been only a month ago that she and Aedion had overheard her parents discussing her fate if they couldn’t get her flames under control. Aelin could hear the love they felt for her in their voices, but it didn’t seem to matter as they considered shipping her off to Wendlyn, alone, until she was better. How could they suggest separating her from her family, from her life? Aelin could admit maybe there was someone in the Whitethorn lot who could teach her, but at what cost? To Aelin, spending potentially years away from those she loved simply wasn’t worth it.

Since then, her parents had pulled her aside and told her they were bringing someone to her, but Aelin knew exactly what that meant. This was her chance, and if she fucked it up, she’d be on the next ship out of there.

“You look awfully sad for someone so pretty. Maybe a drink will cheer you up?”

Aelin looked up at the low voice, surprised to see another fae. Although Terrasen was teeming with her kin, Shady’s wasn’t somewhere they frequented. He was tall, alarmingly so, and built like a castle. His skin was bronze and littered with scars, his dark hair pulled back in a messy bun. He was attractive – in the same way sin was.

“I’ve already got one.” Aelin pointed to the half-empty glass in front of her, her answer making the stranger smirk.

He leant in to speak again, but a male at the next table stopped him. “Give it a rest, Lorcan. She’s not interested, and you’re starting to look pathetic.” His voice was deep, the lilt to it making the butterflies in her stomach rest. He had a cloak on, an emerald so dark it was nearly black, and his hair was a neat and short silver, but slightly longer on the top. His skin was creamy but loved by the sun, and his eyes were a startling green. Although sitting, he clearly had some height behind him too, but unlike his friend he was not a castle; he was a palace. Elegant.

“She can answer for herself, stop being so sour,” the man, Lorcan, said.

Aelin was looking at the sitting man as she answered. “Your friend is right, I’m not interested.” She peeked a glance at him, and he smiled.

“Fair enough. And I’m going to consider that my cue.” Lorcan sauntered off to the corner and up the dingy stairs that led to the few rooms Shady’s hired out – usually by the hour.

Feeling intrigued and full of liquid courage, Aelin decided to sit at the table of the elegant fae. He barely glanced at her as she did. She rested her hand on her fist, squinting at him.

“What brings you to Orynth?” she asked.

“I’ve been to most corners of the world, yet Terrasen remained unexplored. The capital seemed like a good place to start.” He took a deep gulp of his drink, his fingers dotted with tattoos written in the old fae language.

Aelin, being a pervert, decided to breath deep, wanting to inhale the scent of the man in front of her. She frowned, the pine and snow from Terrasen too strong to get a read on him, despite winter being long gone.

“Who is your companion?”

“The brute that just left?” Finally, a small smile on those lips. “He’s like a brother. A very annoying, overprotective brother that won’t stop hitting on any woman with a pulse. I don’t imagine you came here to be seduced.”

“It’s not usually on my list of weekday activities. There are plenty of reasons I come here, although I’ll admit love isn’t one of them.”

A laughed lowly, the sound like the rumble of a dragon before it takes flight. “You must be young, talking about love as if it’s real.”

“You must be either old or bitter to believe it’s not. Or just very unlucky.” Must be bitter, there’s no way a male that looked like this had trouble finding women to warm his bed.

“Hm. Maybe.” His drink was empty, but he didn’t move from the table. “You been here your whole life?”

“I’ve been to every country on this damned continent, but this is home, always will be. I have no desire to leave. You make me think you’ve never been anywhere that’s made you want to stay.” She didn’t know what made her say it, but she could somehow feel the truth in her words. He looked at her, his eyes saying how do you know me so well, yet not at all.

“Be careful, soon you’ll know my most intimate secrets,” he playfully warned, a spark lighting his eyes.

“How deep can I go before you’ll stop me?”

“I don’t know, shall we see?”

Aelin grinned at the challenge. “Parents?”

“Dead since I was a child. Next.”

“No siblings then.”

“Took them nearly a thousand years just to have me. You?”

“Destroyed my mother’s uterus. What’s your profession?”

“Soldier, mostly blacksmith. If I were to guess, I’d say you were a handmaiden.”

“Pianist. I play every week at the grand theatre, if I had my way it would be every day. Favourite place you’ve been?”

“To war.”

“How incredibly savage.” She leant closer to him. “There hasn’t been a war in Terrasen for hundreds of years, won’t you get bored being here?”

“Lorcan has forced me to rest, said it’s best for my mental state; I couldn’t disagree more.”

“Do you have a second form?”

“Hawk.”

“What does it feel like to fly?”

He paused, considering his answer. His head tilted to the side, a strand of hair falling onto his face. Aelin resisted the urge to push it back. “Freedom, in its purest form. In the sky, there is everything and nothing all at once. No one to answer to but the wind.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Unfortunately.” He looked at her keenly. “You ever have your heart broken, since you’re such the optimist?”

“I’ve never cared for someone enough to have them hurt me.”

“You’ve been with a human tonight; I can still smell him on you.” From any other mouth, the words would have made her cringe, and then run off to tell Elide so they could laugh together. Instead, they sent a shiver down her spine. Dorian had been forgotten the moment she’d laid eyes on the male in front of her.

“Something tells me you don’t care.”

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He couldn’t take her to his room since Lorcan was there, so he held her against a wall in a closet. His hands were under her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him, setting her alight. It took every spare thought to keep her fire under control as he kissed her, his tongue an artist as it painted her lips, neck, chest. She moaned as one of his hands wandered up the back of her shirt, her cloak long since dropped to the floor with his.

“You know this place better than me,” he said between kisses. “How likely are we to get caught?”

Aelin growled in response, summoning him closer. His shirt, so pristine for a blacksmith, was in her way. In her haste and forgetting her own strength, she tore it in two, leaving it in shreds in the floor. It only spurred him on, and he turned them around so he could sit her on a bench.

The sex wasn’t graceful, but by the Gods was it good. He had her clothes off in minutes, and she had never felt so aroused in her life. It was like every nerve she had was being played by his magic; like she was the piano and he was the master musician. It was quick, his tempo perfect to hit the exact spot it needed to every time, but he also had a stamina unseen in the human boys she had been with. He was a man; a full-blooded fae male that was biologically engineered to make her moan so hard she forgot her own name. At one point, when the tips of her hair had started to curl with flames, she nearly shoved him away mid-thrust. But as he looked at her fire unfazed, he simply doused them with a pinch of his own magic. Knowing she could truly let loose, she gave all that she had to him.

And by the Gods it was the best she’d ever had.

They were panting on the floor of a broom closet, him big enough that he had to prop his knees up. She was curled into his side, leaving thank you kisses alongside his body. He was puffed, and let out an airy laugh. “You should stop, or I’ll have to take you again.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to go for round, what was it? Six?” To let him know, if it wasn’t already obvious, that she was joking, she left an open mouth kiss to each of his abs. He was the best thing she had ever tasted.

Aelin looked up to the window the size of a plate and groaned. The sky was starting to lighten, and soon the palace would be awake and she’d have to meet the Wendlyn convoy sent by the Whitethorns. “But you’re right. I have to go.”

She stood up, and trying not to step on him, redressed. He eventually did the same, but not after admiring her body greedily.

“Last question, will I see you again?” she asked, not hopeful. Shady’s attracted transients.

“I’m staying here for the next week at the least. Do with that what you will.”

She grinned, kissing him once more before running away from the pub, drunker than any alcohol could make her. It wasn’t until she was back in her room that she remembered she hadn’t asked him the most important question of all – his name.

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“Elide, I’m serious. It was mind blowing. Like, I could have set that building on literal fire. I nearly did at one stage!” Aelin whispered furiously as she sped-walked to the main hall. She was late, as per usual, but at least she had Elide at her side. It wouldn’t be so awkward with her there.

“Please, pleasestop talking.” And Aedion was there too, and in genuine pain from their conversation.

“Where can I get a man like that? You mentioned he had a brother? I’ll pay you to take me with you tonight.”

“Won’t it seem desperate if I go to find him less than a day after I left him? And I think that’s prostitution.”

“Aelin I do so much for you. The least you can do in return is help me get dicked down to the nth degree.”

“I’m going to impale myself on my sword.”

“Shut up, Aedion!”Elide and Aelin said simultaneously, before giggling to themselves.

She nearly tripped on her gown, the green organza ruffles on her dress a pain in the ass to walk in. She could also feel her crown starting to tip off her head, but Elide quickly grabbed it and pinned it back before it could. The sight of the three of them running towards the hall doors made the sentries guarding it laugh as they put their fingers to their lips, silently shushing them.

“They’re all in there, Princess, they’re just waiting for you.”

Aelin put a fake smile on her face, dreading who she’d find waiting behind that door. She stood herself in front of it, Elide to her right and Aedion to her left. She smoothed down the front of her dress, making sure everything was perfect to give the best, first royal impression she could. She had to impress the old fae that was to train her, lest she be sent to Wendlyn. Her hair was fine, her crown straight. Her dress was fitted in all the right areas but flared out to give the impression of modesty. Her favourite jewels were on, and her shoes – oh fuck, she’d forgotten to put her shoes on.

The sentries opened the door, not giving her a chance to panic.

“Introducing, the crown princess Aelin accompanied by her destined bloodsworn, Prince Aedion Ashryver, and handmaiden Lady Elide Lochan.” The booming voice welcomed her as she walked through the double doors, the people in the room dropping to their knees to meet her. The walls were lined with familiar and unfamiliar faces. All but her parents, sitting on their thrones, and one other stayed standing. A male, tall with silver hair, eyes the colour of evergreens. He was standing on the steps leading to the thrones, clad in armour and navy and black fabrics, clothing fine enough for a king.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Princess Aelin, might I please introduce Prince Rowan Whitethorn of Doranelle, your new mentor.”

#rowaelin #elorcan #fanfic #AU!#sjm #throne of glass #kingdom of ash

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abloomntime · 3 years

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A Bloom In Time Ch 5 Time Out

(In this chapter all the poor, Frozen people in Vanessa's manor is getting addressed and it's about time someone gave the poor souls a happy ending. All the mentioned characters are either cut characters or backround characters we've already scene that was only added in the game as a frozen victim in the manor. So to make it more understandable- Frozen Cut Characters: Thor, Mr. Oldster, Tom, Rough Patch, and the shapeshifter. None Cut Frozen Characters: 3 Mafia men, one old man from Mafia town, one Dweller, and one of Snatcher's minions. You can find all the cut characters on the A Hat In Time Wiki.)

"DAD!!"

Dad...Usually something Snatcher wouldn't have batted an eye at- He would've squawked and sputtered, before pouting and claiming he wasn't their 'Dad' and that adopting them didn't change anything. When in reality it made a swelling prideful feeling bubble up from his chest, proud to be a dad he always wanted. But he didn't hear her unfortuntately. Hattie shook whatever snow was on her off as she continued running now with new adrenaline and purpose in her speed as she ran around the giant manor towards the back to the cellar. The cellar was literally the only way in she knew of and she wasn't about to waste time when she knew something bad had obviously happened. She felt it in her gut. After much running and coming to the doors, she flung them open without hesitation and down she went. The child cared not about the water making her feet absolutely wet n cold, or the fact she could see her own breath, she just had one thought.....GET TO SNATCHER!! She stopped a moment looking around at the old inside of the mansion as she got in ....Where was it..Where was her Dad?!

"Mrrrrow?"

"WHOA!!" She jumped back a few feet, dropping her umbrella and grabbing onto her hat as something living brushed up against her side and she looked down meeting yellow eyes and a literal bushy tail. It was...." A kitty?" The small bushcat was purring and staring up at her curiously before yawning and doing that famous cat stretch, showing off the yellow inside of it's mouth before waddling over towards her. Meowing again before rubbing against her body. Hattie glanced at him in confusion and despite her still fear she bent down to pet the small thing. The leaves on it's body feeling rough. " Hello there, Kitty. What are you doing here? Don't you know there's a crazy lady running around with ice powers?" The cat continued to purr and look at her calmly, until a flash of red caught her eye and she looked up, "Huh?"

Half way through the wall was a dweller. A red dweller with a fox mask, it tilted it's head at her cusriously before fazing the rest of the way through and going towards her. At the same time the door to the bar area opened and out came a.....A mafia man and another smaller old man?? The mafia guy and the old guy looked scared as they all stared at her before looking back at one another.....then at her again with a scary expression. She still stared at them all before the Dweller stopped right in front of her curiously tilting it's head as it did so. ...Hattie jumped again when something shoved it's head out of the very corner....before scurrying quickly towards her. The two men shouted in fright before ducking back in the room but Hattie was frozen in both shock and fright as it came up to her and stopped. Slowly rising on it's two back legs and staring down at her. ....She wanted to scream. This thing was a mass of what looked like multicolored rags sewn together, the inside of the ragdoll was darker than the darkest night, and multiple eyes stared back at her as it swayed from side to side and eyed her form. Before it bowed.

"THaNK YoU dEaR CHILD. For My FREEdOM," it spoke in multiple voices at once sending a giant chill down her spine.

Before she could say anything else, whatever the thing was turned and did that creepy as peck scurry back towards the celler door where she came in from before she could say another word. She jumped snapping out of her stunned stupor and held out an arm to him about to shout "Hey! Wait!', but the mafia man and the old short man peeked out of the room again slowly and looked nervously at her. Eventually the mafia man spoke.

"Little girl, I-is that scary shadow lady g-gone?", the mafia man asked.

Hattie blinked up at all of them and shook her head. "Where did you all come from?", she asked the Dweller looking at her but they didn't speak, instead the mafia man did again.

"B-Boss heard there was old castle with gold. S-S-Send mafia and goons to go look," the blue tuxedo man was shaking and stuttering looking around the place like he was still looking for Vanessa most likely. "B-B-But Mafia don't like shadow woman."

"That doesn't matter! Have you seen m-"

And then a scream. Not Vanessa's scream of terror. Not like a mafia man she's heard before. This voice was a high pitched male's that echoed throughout the entire building. The cat bristled up a few of the leaves on his body falling to the dusty old floors and the mafia let out a high pitched squeal for a big 'tough' man, making both the men fall out into the hall away from the noise that came from the entrance to the second story stairs. That voice....That same male voice was Snatcher's. She recognized that loud voice of his anywhere, but now that voice was screaming in horror. More panic shot through her and before she knew it, Hattie had jumped over the struggling men and began running up the second floor stairs towards the second floor of the mansion.

"SNATCHER!?", she desperately shouted as tears began to form in her eyes, "DAD PLEASE!!"

"K-KID?!", that voice shouted back as she ran and she felt relief hit her as she burst through the second staircase door and stopped at the top of the stairs looking around.

"I'M HERE!! WHERE-....."

"KID!" One red and one yellow eye and a mouth full of sharp teeth smiled down at her from the form of a kneeling man on his knees. The shiny gold crown on his head reflected the moonlight shining in from the window behind him and his kneeling form was looking rather pale as he smiled at her. The child stood there as he held his arms out to her as he smiled ever so releived. "OH THANK PECK!! L-Look I really m-m-messed up ok!! I don't know what happened but you gotta help me...I-I feel so weak..." ....His face suddenly turned into a mean scowl and a COMPLETELY different voice came outta that man's mouth as his mitchmatched eyes looked off to the side. "Peck? Really? Even now you can't control yourself for one moment to not tramatize the poor child further?" His angry face suddenly snapped to the other side and she jumped a step or two back. "Stay outta this moonboy!! If anyone here is tramatized it's ME!!! L-Look at what happened!" The man looked down at his shaking hands and moved the fingers oddly slow. ....As if it was his very first time seeing or using hands. "Funny. Maybe stealing and using that time piece was a bad idea after all." "I SWEAR I will end our lives again if it means I'll un-stick with YOU!!"

"Dad?...."

Both strange voices shut up and the man looked over at her when she slowly said that. She had.....She knew this man. The brown shoulder length hair. The weird old fancy fairytale prince looking clothes. This was-.......A Prince. The very same prince from the paintings in the mansion. The VERY same Prince in that story book she had gotten from that time rift. She didn't even notice the random people coming in from the other rooms around them and walked up to the kneeling man who looked down at her with those strange eyes. She stopped right in front of him and narrowed her eyes at him, eyeing him up and down carefully.

".....Snatcher?," She questioned unsure about what she was seeing.

The man sighed, "Yeah.," that soon-da-ray's same scratchy voice came out as he stared at her defeated. "It's me kiddo." "And don't you forget me as well, blood jack-o-lanturn peckneck!!" "Oh! Now who's cussing in front of the kid!?"

.......She blinked at the other voice. "UNCLE MOONJUMPER?!", she asked not believe the other voice that just came out of the man. Unlike Snatcher's scratchy husky voice, Moonjumper's was much more smooth and sorta echo-y.

The man suddenly gave a dignified look and placed a shaking hand to his chest. "In the flesh! Quite literally. I'm afraid Mr. Shadow Stealer decided to use this time piece and now we're stuck together in this weak form." He suddenly snapped back angry to the left. "IT WASN'T MY FAULT YOU MOONSHINE DRUNK IDIOT!!!" "Ooh.~ Such feisty words. Im sure you can get us out of this. Imbecile!!" "You're really pushing this moon-idiot-" BONK!!! Pain suddenly exploded from his....their?? Head and he..they? grabbed his(their) head and looked back to the child holding her umbrella out. "OW!! HEY!! What was that for!?" "Indeed. That was very harsh for me who didn't cause this."

"YOU STOLE THE TIME PEICE!!!," she yelled at he...THEM suddenly swinging her umbrella down at them in a small fit of rage. He brought up his jello arms to block the rapid hits. She was SCARED. She was put into this entire situation. And he STOLE her time piece. "STUPID GHOST NOODLE!! PURPLE SLIME!! DEAD DUMMY!!! YOU STOLE MY TIME PEICE!? AND YOU MADE A MESS!?" her wacks became weaker as tears began to stream down her cheeks again as all the adrenaline and panic and feelings all came back to her and with a last weak hit she started crying. "...AND YOU S-S-SCARED ME!!"

Both felt a sudden pange in their gut seeing the child like this and looked down at them selves. Well Snatcher did. Moonjumper was only going along with this for now. Still ignoring the others around them, the crying child just jumped on them and burried her face into their shared chest making them jump...before Snatcher sighed and brought their jello hands down to calm and consol the poor girl clinging to them for dear life. ...Their eyes looked back down to the floor next to them. The dusty, cold carpet on the floor was littered in tiny blue shards of glass that glittered in what dim light there was available in the entire mansion from the cold snow that continued to blow outside despite their predicament. ....He really did screw up this time didn't he? "Yes, you really did! We share the same thoughts right now!" Moonjumper's oh so helpful voice chimed in their shared head and Snatcher mentally growled back staring at the mess on the floor he caused.....Then looked slightly further and. ABSOLUTELY. FROZE. A few feet away from the sparkling shower of magic time piece glass and metal was a human. Wouldn't be TOO weird considering there was a bunch peeking out from the rooms and the hall now, but when the long beautiful gold hair shown just as brightly as the sun, and vibrant beautiful earth green adorned her. She was a beautiful young lady of the golden sun hair that he knew very......VERY well and was so, SO frozen by.

Especially. WHEN. SHE. MOVED.

The two absolutely frozen in....fear? Shock? Curiousity or confusion maybe?? Watched as the beautiful woman laying face down on the floor groaned softly with a beautiful but familiar voice and slowly begin to sit her front up. The kiddo on the other hand had started to calm down from her crying fit and removed her face enough to stare down at the shattered remains of the once time piece, and sighed. She could put it back together but it would take a little bit just like the one on the ship- Hattie jumped when They jumped and their grip on her got a lil bit tighter around her, making the child look up confused into their terrerfied face. The red and yellow eyes looking past her at something so naturally she followed their gaze and blinked surprised at the beautiful lady push herself off the floor slowly and show them her lovely face. She looked JUST like a princess out of her cartoons. Her face was beautiful as if sculpted by angels, not a blemish on her except for the beautymark on her right cheekbone, her lovely shiny golden hair framed her soft features, and beautiful ruby red eyes blinked open eyelashes fluttering as she did so. Yes, Hattie admitted she was very pretty. But something immediately didn't sit right in her gut. This princess, like the prince who held her, was the exact same one in the paintings too......And the same one in her story book.

"V-Vanessa", Moonjumper spoke out in a fearful tone. SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!!! Snatcher's voice boomed inside their head but it was too late.

Those red ruby eyes laserfocused on the male voice as soon as Moon-idiot spoke It and for an uneasy few seconds, those two grown ups just stared up at each other with Hattie glancing between them.....grip on her umbrella suddenly tightening.

The blonde lady blinked at them. "My prince." Instead of a sweet voice to match the woman's beauty, a raspy voice the child knew ALL too well came out, the woman reached a hand towards the frozen pair of ghosts. "You came back-"

WHAMP!!! A loud thud echoed throughout the room again and the woman faceplanted the dusty carpet right in front of them with a thud. Where her head was, was a blue umbrella held by the scowling girl with a few last tears leaving her eyes. ......Snatcher blinked their shared eyes as he stared down at the unconscious Vanessa once again...before back to the little alien who now wriggled her way out of their grip and glared down at the woman she stomped over too, giving just a few seconds before nudging the pretty lady with her foot. Vanessa didn't move and remained unconscious much to the girl's satisfaction. As Hattie turned around, placing down the umbrella to pick up the metal frame of the hourglass and scowling at it, the fair end of the second stairs opened and the mafia man and old short man appeared curious and probably too scared to do exploring alone. Bushcat at their heels, and a red dweller fazing through the floors. At the same time other people started coming out more too. Two more mafia men wearing the exact same clothes as the first one, one from Vanessa's bedroom and one from the very end of the hall. A strange man with a black gotee and mustache and tan hat, along with another older man with.....three eyes?? From the bathroom. Another old scruffy looking man from the end of the corner where the abandoned nursery was,....and surprisingly one of Snatcher's Minions. Hattie looked up from the broken hourglass frame and blinked around at all these people that were now around her looking around at her and everyone just stood in silence for a long moment, before the man in the red shirt and goggles spoke.

"Um...Excuse me there," he spoke in a light british like accent as he addressed the small crowd, "But would someone kindly explain to me what's going on here?"

"Mafia would like to know too," one of the newer mafia men spoke up too but he like his college look nervous, "Where is scary lady with red eyes?"

Hattie looked at all of them for a real long time...then down to the broken magical artifact in her hands. .....Slowly piecing together what could've possibly happened, but was again interrupted by a loud meow and Snatcher/Moonjumper and her both looked over to see a loudly purring bushcat happily making it's way over to them and it seemed once again the duo froze as they watched the cat walk up to them. ".....R-R-Rough Patch?", Snatcher's voice shakingly asked as the cat wondered forward, "....R-ROUGH PATCH!!" He smiled brightly and held his hands out to the cat that continued to waddle up to him. "C'mere boy! Come to daddy!!" As soon as 'Rough Patch' got close enough, he was scooped into the Prince's awaiting arms still shaking like crazy and he happily brought the purring, meowing kitty close to his chest. Smiling so heard it hurts. "Hello my little friend. Did you miss me? I missed you SO much. Oh, look at you. You look as good as new! I haven't see you since....she..." Snatcher paused. Before slowly turning his head back over to Vanessa's unconscious form. "SHE FROZE YOU!! THAT STUPID LITTLE DENYING PECKNECK!!" "SNATCHER, STOP IT!!" The Prince's head turned back around as Moonjumper finally spoke again. "As much as I agree with every single thing you're thinking and saying, don't you think you've done enough for one day? Kindly control yourself before something WORSE happens will you?"

"What did you guys do?" Both looked down at Hattie as she scowled up at them, holding the metal frame up to them. "What happened?!" .....Moonjumper scowled. "Ask the shadow creton." "OH!! Be quiet you!" Snatcher rambled back out started to pet Rough Patch who was purring in his master's hold. Hattie continued to look at them with a scowl before the ghost sighed. "Alright. Alright. ....I'll tell you."

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The cold air didn't affect the undead in the slightest. Not that if it would it would make a difference too the two evillily smiling ghosts. Wind whipped around them as Snatcher's dead yellow eyes glowed dangerously against the reflective surface of the magical hourglass, making his yellow eyes reflect against the sparkling blue sand within it as he smiled dangerously at nothing in particular, but....Something seemed just a little off as Moonjumper looked over at him. He said something but Snatcher didn't pay attention when he just floated against the cold wind and made his way towards the looming mansion in front of him. Going back here....To the place he once lived and died. It made a dreaded feeling boil down in his ectoplasm and want to leave, but the desire driven by revenge and anger overpowered any dreaded feelings and rational thinking to be honest. Gone...Soon Vanessa would be gone. And He would be entirely FREE from her annoying existance. Then he'd claim this whole frozen waste land. True it didn't suit him, but it would've been his if he had married the witch. And she took his kingdom away from him when she locked her away, it was justified if he took hers. Again, Moojumper was looking a little nervous between him and the time piece and said something but Snatcher still ignored any warnings he was making as the shadow of the mansion loomed over him and consumed himself into the shadow as well. Almost camoflauging. He didn't need a passage way to get in, just teleport himself with the magical thing inside the cursed place and boom! He'd be home-free. ...Or so it seemed. Again the same brief purple warping and he was within the walls of the manor. The ghost's smile became a frown instantly looking around the first floor of the building. Ah. He remembered where this was. The cellar door was just down the hall, and the library and kitchen were just in front of him a little ways. The whole place was dusty and cold, with the wind blowing outside shoving aroundthe snowflakes and adding to the overall creepiness of it, he still frowned as he floated his way down the hall towards the second staircase to the second floor of the four story manor. Moonjumper fazing through the blocked front door right on his tail as the dapper spook was looking less and less sure around him at the manor in fear.

"Snatcher....Perhaps this is a b-bad idea after all. A-After all Vanessa's can't do anymore harm to us like this," he pleaded to his counterpart but Snatcher still ignored him.

.....Only stopping to slowly look up at the old worn painting on the wall. It depicted a blonde woman and a taller man with brown hair. He stared at it for a long moment, before that jack o lanturn fanged mouth came up in a snarl, and he growled dangerously. In a split moment of anger staring up at his stupid former self, he let out some inhuman snarl noise and rammed one of his hands up and into the painting. It didn't stand a chance between the ghost's claws and the poor painting fell to the floor with a loud thud. Torn to shreads and frame snapped in two, Snatcher's hand was still embedded into the wall which now had a hole in it from his punch, but that wasn't the worse part. The slam was loud enough to echo throughout the quiet home, which also got a started yelp out of Moonjumper before the ghost slapped his hands over his mouth. A few quiet seconds passed-

"Whooooo's there!?," A shrill voice came from above making Moonjumper squeal in fright, his form glitching even more. But for once in one thousand years, Snatcher smiled and even welcomed the voice that shrieked from upstairs. It meant his prey was just that close. "WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME!?" The shadow ghost approached the voice, not caring for the glitching nervous ghost behind him. Daring to charge the voice as he fazed through the ceiling above him and emerged in all his glory through the second story floor. Time piece in hand as the spook smiled evilliy at the new floor around him. The floor was completely devoid of any life just like the first floor....But there was plenty of afterlife. Especially the beast in front of him who hissed from across the hall as he appeared and smiled at her. "Who are you?," Vanessa. The Once Queen of Subcon. Hissed in that terrible aweful voice of hers as she approached the ghost. The cold aura she radiated distorting the air around her and threatening to freeze anything that got too close as she approached. "You'll pay for defying the Queen!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Don't recognize me do you?!," he taunted as she approached his own vision distorting as she did. His voice and appearance had changed dramatically just like hers upon death. his smile soon turning into a challenging snarl and grimace. "GOOD!! I NEVER want you to remember me!! In fact, you're going to be nothing but a memory soon enough!! You took everything from me!! All those years of being nothing but loyal to you and doing everything I could to make you happy! I wish I never wasted my time with you!!" Vanessa couldn't wrap her warped head around anything he was saying. Too warped from hundreds of years of being in this negative state. Too bad. He would've liked to see a face of fear on her for once but he'd settle for this. The hourglass shined as the ghost let out some unhuman hiss and raised it above his head threateningly as she was just a few feet away. Mind flashing to all those times he felt worthless, never enough, or having to be just a perfect. FAKE. STORYBOOK PRINCE!! "TIME FOR YOU TO GET LOST YOU PECKING WITCH!!! NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!!"

The tiny glass object in his claws shone brightly for a brief moment, before Snatcher's swung it down at her. The beautiful blue sand and glass toppled through the air as it tumbled towards her. A shattering glass sound filled the air as the time piece smashed to the floor. Glass and sparkling blue sand caught their reflections in their sparkles, energy gathering up and then-.....White. The energy was so bright he had to turn his head away to avoid it, the energy wave knocking him back to the floor and everything going black.

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............................................."Uuuuuuuuh-"

What?...W-What happened? ......He didn't remember being so heavy, but he guess he must've been slammed back harder from that energy blast than he thought. But no matter, as long as Vanessa was gone. The ghost reached his arm up against the floor and slowly pushed himself up after a few more minutes of just weakly laying there, he coughed dust exiting his lungs and slowly raised his heavy body up. White dots scattered his vision as he blinked his eyes up at his surroundings. Many shiny shards of glass twinkled up at him in the dim light, as he pushed himself onto his knees with his pale ha-........He froze. Staring at the VERY human hands with five fingers, pale skin, nails, and shaking like a leaf. .....Those eyes looked down at the human's body as those hands went to clumsily pat that chest working up towards the human's face as he patted along and actually FELT every single pat to his body and then his face......Those panicked eyes glanced back down to the glass shards as they twinkled back up to the human. The reflections showing a very fair brown haired man.

"A-A-A-......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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WHAMP!!

"Ow!!" Moonjumper's voice shouted as he reached a hand to rub where Hattie's umbrella collided with their head. Rough Patch bristling at the suddenly jostling. "My dear girl, you forget that I'm stuck in here too."

She looked apologetic for a moment. "Sorry, Uncle Moon." She scowled again and pointed the umbrella at them. "That was for HIM!!" She must've meant Snatcher as they frowned at her. "You STOLE my time piece. You turned into some weird looking stuck together prince. And you broke it!!!"

"Hey! I don't look that bad!" "Snatcher......Perhaps for once listen to the child. You really messed up this time." .....Snatcher said nothing but looked back down to the meowing bushcat and sighed. "Alright, alright. I messed up ok and....I'm sorry, but if you ever tell someone I'll ground you from the forest for a week. Now...Could you PLEASE fix this?"

Hattie was about to say something when they were interrupted by the man wearing the hat with goggles again, one of his gloved hands was holding a bag slung over his shoulder and the other hanging from his side as he glanced over them all. "I'd hate to interrupt you, Girl, but what's going on? Who are all of you?"

"...Hattie blinked up at him but was again cut off from talking by Snatcher. "Sorry. She's not allowed to talk to strangers. And I could ask you the same thing." Their mitch matched eyes squinted. "You look familiar. Just who are you?"

"Oh of course." The man reached a hand up and tipped his hat to him as the two older men with white hair stood by him. "My name is Thor, and these are my colleges. Mr. Tim." He gestured to the old man with three eyes who smiled brightly at them. Thor then pointed to the other older man who looked just plain grumpy and done with everything. "And Mr. Oldster. We're historians at the Opal Island Museum of History and Magical Properties. We were here on a historical expedition to do research on the cursed land and disappearance of the ancient Subcon Kingdoms." ....He reached a hand up to rub his hand in slight embarrassment. "Unfortunately I don't remember much."

Snatcher seemed to get a look of realization. "Oh yeah. I know you! Heh. Some expedition you turned out to be huh?"

Thor looked slightly offended. "Sir, I have never met you I my life, but I'll have you know we were very successful with getting past this nasty spook who let us go free in exchange for our books on the region." "Then all of a sudden it got cold like magic," Tim stepped in from Thor's small rant kindly smiling. "We found this seemingly abandoned mansion right in the middle of a giant iced in bowl with no way out except a giant opening above the whole house through the ice. We took shelter and the last thing I remember was being attacked by a shadow while exploring. Then all of a sudden, I wake up and find all these people here talking and yelling."

The young girl finally got a moment to think for herself as she glanced at these guys....and all around her at everyone else. Three explorers, four Mafia, two of Snatcher's Subjects, a bushcat, and a random old man probably with the mafia.....Why did all them look so familiar? Surely she wasn't around when a whole bunch of random people ended up in Vanessa's castle and got fro-.....Frozen. The child blinked and shook her head, blue eyes again grazing over all of them carefully, Snatcher at this point had already looked back to her and rose a brow as her gaze went carefully around the room, before blinking again and snapping back up to the fused ghost,...and then back to the still unconscious Vanessa. It looked like the lil alien was calculating something inside her head as she slowly glanced back to the shards of glass below her. ......They were all frozen. All the frozen people around the house. THESE PEOPLE WERE THEM!! And Snatcher and Moonjumper were fused together inside their old self as the Prince on the paintings, and Vanessa-....She gave the blonde woman the stink eye. Vanessa was human again too, which meant that, everyone was..."NO MORE AFTERLIFE IN THIS HOUSE!!" Living? Well not Snatcher's minions, but....They weren't frozen either.

"Your wish," She mumbled nudging a shard with her boot, "....It must've brought everyone back to life!"

"WHAT?!," Snatcher yelled looking at her like she just lost her mind, "Whaddya mean it brought everyone back to life?

She stared at him dead panned and gestured to himself. "You guys are two halves of the same person, when you wished for no more dead guys the time piece must've brought everyone back to life and fused you two back together into yourself."

Their face paled. ...Before Moonjumper smiled. "D-Dearest. I don't suppose there's any possible way you could f-fix this mess could you? I-I think I like it better unfused."

.....She sighed and again nudged some shards of glass to the center. ".....Yeah. But it's going to take a long time before it's fixed because you broke it." She scowled before plopping herself on the ground by the shards and looked carefully at her choices,....before carefully picking up a larger shard. "..." Then stopping completely and looking up at the people around them. ".....I can't reverse it while they're here!"

"What?," Snatcher questioned but stopped when the girl reached over to tug on their sleeves.

"I can't turn them back to icicles." Her eyes pleadingly looked up at him with worry. "They'll just be all trapped here again....ALL of them."

Snatcher paused for a moment before looking back to the purring Bushcat in his arms who meowed in their arms. Before back around him at all of them and relented, but ONLY because some of his minions were here and he didn't want to loose Rough Patch again....And the look the kid was giving him was enough puppy dog eye power to melt a thousand ice cold hearts like his.

"Alright, Alright. But only because I hate loosing minions." Their head snapped to the small subconite with the glowing yellow eye and pointed a shaking hand at them. "You!" The minion jumped from the confusion of their own boss's mouth coming out of a human but didn't disobey him when he motioned with a finger to come closer. "Come here." Snatcher shifted Rough Patch in his arms until the small bushcat was placed in the small minions arms with a meow, making the minion wobble a bit from the bushcat's weight. "Escort all these fools back to my home and keep them there. The bridge is always out, so take the long around and try not to let them die in the swamp. It'll be colder and take longer but it'll take them safely out. "....Snatcher then looked back to all of them with a raised brow. "I suggest you all follow my instructions very, VERY carefully. Follow my minion, wait at my home, and touch any of my things or wonder off. I won't be liable if you die from your stupidity or if I eat your souls from invading my privacy. I NEVER want to see any of you back in my forest when this whole thing is over. Now...Follow the minion. All of you."

The minion nodded, turning around and wobbling towards the second floor stairs still holding Rough Patch. "Sure thing, Boss! R-Right away!"

Everyone else shifted their gazes to look at each other unsure....But staying in an abandoned, cold mansion where they would be turned back to ice was NOT a good option. So one after the other they slowly started following the wobbling cat carrying minion until Snatcher was again redirected to the child as she again tugged on her sleeve, and then pointed to Vanessa still currently unconscious. "What about her?"

Moonjumper and Snatcher turned their head to her, a face full of extreme hatred and fear filled their features. Oh the things he could do to get revenge....But he had enough trouble to sort out on his plate as it was and the kiddo would've just been scared out of her mind. So with GREAT reluctance, he sighed and looked back to her with an idea. "Remember those locks and keys you had to get off the doors when you first got here?" She nodded. "Do you happen to know where one is?"

"Yeah!" She pointed down the hall to the stairs that lead to the third floor. "I left them on the floor. Why?"

He smiled at her. "Go get it. We're locking her in the bathroom where she can't bother us in case she wakes up. .....And ask someone to help drag her in there while you're at it. These noodle limbs can't even help me up."

Hattie rose a brow at him for a moment with a face of concern....but she didn't question it as Vanessa....Wasn't a good person. The small girl bounded up and went to go get as Snatcher had asked but unknownst to everyone. A small disturbance awoken in the floor just above them all.

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fandom: Steven Universe

prompt: “Protecting Someone You Love” + BisPearl (& Steven)

requested by: @moominquartz

i’ve been on an SU-love-fest i think alskdjflakjsdf trying to write as much as possible for this show that means so much to me now that it’s over i’m so sorry

HERE’S THE OTHER HALF OF THE REQUEST MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND @moominquartz GAVE ME !!! When he first said “write BisPearl” it was a tie between “Protecting Someone You Love” and “Competition” and I already did “Competition,” so now it’s time to finish the duet with “Protecting Someone You Love”

i got really sappy in this but shrug emoji what else is new. ENJOY

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Instrumental [Read on AO3]

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The broken stonework of the world bursts into dust and fragments around her. It settles on her tongue and sticks to her throat. Bismuth coughs and hacks to try to get it out, but time is passing strangely and she’s not in full control of her limbs. Reality has been cut and pasted into snippets that reel past too quickly. Consciousness slips in and out of her grasp. Everything seems as flimsy as clouds, which, for the record, is not proper for construction. She’s told the Morganites over and over again: you can’t build a castle on top of sand. Did they listen?

There are birds chirping, twittering, from far away. It tastes like morning. She has always liked the seasonal changes on Earth. Very fitting.

Ivory keys dance along her shoulders and draw her into a slender chest. Someone is shouting.

Bismuth can’t make out the words. She thinks she wants to reach out to that voice. She thinks she ought to comfort them. She knows them.

“Just hang on!”

A butterfly has latched onto her hand. It’s funny; she hadn’t even been aware she had a hand until it was held.

Wait. That’s kind of whack. Of course she has hands. How else does she—

“It’s cool,” she tells the butterfly. She lifts her hand to eye level. “Hey, now. Y’don’t gotta panic. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Bismuth? W-what are you…?”

Light bursts into a towering column that swallows them whole. Bismuth’s vision is filled with an alarming clarity, accompanied by the soft popping chime of an activated warp pad, which seems pretty confusing at first, considering that means they’re leaving the place Bismuth thinks they should probably be at.

“Hey,” she tells the butterfly, “The fountain…”

“Not now, Bismuth.”

The butterfly lands on her shoulder again as their destination solidifies under their bodies. There’s a breath, another young voice she knows that shouts, “Pearl!” and a rustle of grass.

“Steven! Oh, thank goodness—”

“—It’s okay, Pearl! I got your text! I’m here. Is she—?”

“—yes, she’s a little…”

Bismuth can’t make out what the words that were supposed to follow are. She blinks slowly and the next time she looks, her perfect view of Earth’s blue, blue sky has been eclipsed by pink shoulders and black clouds.

“Who put that floof there?” she mumbles and reaches up.

A salamander laughs and pushes her hand away before she can move back the black clouds. “Y-yeah, I see what you mean,” the salamander rumbles. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh, Bismuth…okay, here we go.” Then, something wet and warm and strange sets itself upon her gem.

And there’s pink.

And pink.

And pink—

Bismuth gasps upright hard. Her hair flings forward over her face; she shoves it back with a broad hand and winces before she realizes she can’t feel any pain. She’s fine. She feels fine. Her eyes snap to her whole, unblemished gem.

“I—”

“Bismuth!” Pearl’s wobbly voice is her first warning before she’s encircled in thin, white arms. Pearl’s face presses into her shoulder. “Oh thank goodness you’re all right! I was so terrified after…”

“Pearl—” Bismuth’s laugh dries up the instant Pearl pulls back.

That’s a scary look on her face Bismuth doesn’t think she’s ever seen before.

But Steven, on Bismuth’s other side—hey, she hasn’t seen him in a while; did he get his ears pierced?—winces as if he knows very well what that particular, specific turn of Pearl’s lips mean. “Oh boy,” he murmurs when Pearl opens her mouth.

“Bismuth.”

“P…Pearl?”

“Don’t you dare do that again.”

Clarity is a sharp mirror in Bismuth’s head, replaying the events preceding the wonkiness of the world. Bismuth sets her own mouth in an unhappy slant.

Steven frets. “Uh, do what again? Guys?”

“I can’t promise you that.”

“Yes! You can! I can take care of myself, Bismuth. I have for millennia.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“When you pull stunts like—like that, you certainly seem to suggest—“

“—I was just trying to protect you!”

“And look what it did!” Pearl throws out her hand. “That fusion, whatever she called herself, Charoite? Whatever; she got away! And even worse than that: Rose’s fountain is now in ruins! Gallons of her healing tears, lost! It’s going to take ages for Steven to be able to replenish that, if he even can!”

“Uh, guys?”

Bismuth scowls. “It’s fine, isn’t it? I’ll fix it! It’ll look just as good as it did before. At least that’s something I’m good to have around for, anyway.”

“What?!”

Pearl’s voice pitches high to a degree Bismuth hasn’t heard in centuries.

Bismuth and Steven’s gazes snap to her. Pearl’s brows are pinched tight on her face, peaking just below her gem. Her pale blues shine under the sunlight peeking through the canopy of leaves high above. She looks hurt and wounded, which is the strangest thing considering that last Bismuth checked, she had done everything she could to ensure that wouldn’t happen.

“Bismuth,” Pearl says and Bismuth has never quite heard her name sound like that before, like someone needed to say it, “this is exactly the problem.”

The sensation of a hand against her cheek is new. Pearl’s touch is gentle. Warm.

Steven’s face softens from worry to something else: something starry-eyed and open-mouthed as he watches them.

“How could you possibly think you matter so little to me?”

“W-what?”

“You honestly think I don’t want you around for more than fixing things? That you’re…”

Bismuth kind of feels like she wants to take back her words, now. Her face is burning, burning, burning. Her stomach has swooped. There’s embarrassment and something giddy rising in her chest all at once. She doesn’t know what to do with it. “Aw, geez, Pearl, nah. I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t do that again.”

There’s something in the way Pearl’s voice shakes as she repeats her words. Something in the press of her fingers into the edge of Bismuth’s jaw.

Bismuth chuckles, low and quiet. She dips her head. “Pearl, you know I can’t promise you that.”

“No! I don’t know. Why not?”

Aw, stars. Is this the moment? Bismuth would be lying if she tried to say she hadn’t imagined over and over again how she’d confess the big, goopy mess inside her that’s feelings. She could have done big, grand, pre-planned gestures, or small, intimate ones. She always fancied making Pearl something, but could never decide what would be good enough. She never figured the opportune moment would be immediately post-almost making Pearl cry.

But then Pearl looks at her with those big eyes and all that concern and with all that grace in her and Bismuth thinks maybe, well, maybe she’s been thinking too much.

She would just really awfully like to hold her.

“Pearl, I—”

“—aw, just kiss already!”

The tinny voice echoes across the forest clearing, followed by shocked and indignant, “Amethyst!”

Amethyst’s voice cackles loudly from Steven’s phone as he hurriedly jams his thumb over the face of his screen. Just before it clicks off, Amethyst shouts out, “Hah! Hurry, Steve-O! Warp to the temple! Pearl still can’t get into my room; you’ll be safe here!” and Steven’s face is red red red. He stuffs both hands in the pockets of his jacket and shoots to his feet. Quick as he can, he bolts for the warp, shouting, “Sorry!”

The only one perhaps most off-color than all of them is Pearl. She stands, aghast, but by the time she reaches out, the warp pad chimes and a familiar, melodious pillar of light stretches to the sky.

“Steven! Get back here!”

“For the record: it was Amethyst who video-called m—!” Steven’s voice is cut off before he can finish.

Pearl stares at the place she last saw his red flip flops against the top of the warp pad’s surface.

Bismuth can’t help it.

She laughs. She laughs and laughs and falls back against the grass, arms spread out in an open invitation to the sky.

Pearl slaps a hand over her face and lets it slowly fall. “Ugh. I’m sorry. Those two can be so insufferable together. They have no concept of personal boundaries whatsoever.”

“Oh, believe me. I know.” Bismuth sits back up once her chuckles have subsided. She props up an elbow on her knee and looks to Pearl with a lazy grin. “I mean, I was just thinkin’: y’know, it’s such a shame Steven probably had to leave his Dondai parked somewhere around here when he came to meet us at this warp pad…it’d be a tragedy if, y’know, somethin’ happened to it while he was hiding…”

Pearl blinks. Slowly, she smiles and presses a hand to her own cheek. “Why, Bismuth! I knew there was a reason I love you.”

And there it is.

And it’s so simple to hear.

And it’s perhaps the first time Bismuth has ever actually heard the words, which is funny, because after all of her imagining and all of her notions about what this moment would be like: to know that she matters and is cared for reciprocally…she never expected for it to be so unsurprising.

Pearl smiles at her as if she, too, knew exactly what she was saying and wanted it said and had no trouble at all saying it.

It makes Bismuth think maybe, she’s been hearing those words all along, too. Maybe she’s been trying to say them back just as much: throwing herself into harm’s way, trying to protect her, but these are not the ways Pearl wants it said.

“Yeah,” she hums instead. “I love you, too, Pearl.”

#steven universe #su #pearl #bismuth #bispearl #fanfic #a little bit of amethyst too #but really she's just the left wing to steven's right wing as the together-wingman these two #if that analogy makes sense #aslkdjflakjsdf #fluff bingo!#protecting someone you love #krissey writes a thing

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jancmalandra · 4 years

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The Lost Count

On making new friends

On the first day of Spring in the midmorning after breakfast, Moomintroll, Snork Maiden, their children Tayberry and Moomin, Little My and Snufkin were lying on their stomachs on the footbridge Moominpapa had built over the stream that passed by Moominhouse, dangling bark boats that they had made themselves over the upstream side of the bridge. The two eight year old Snorkmoomins lay in between their parents and eyed the little boats in their paws anxiously as they waited for Snufkin to signal the start of the race. Tayberry looked exactly like her mother, only the fringe of blonde hair on her head was unkempt and her body was a permanent shade of light red. Moomin's body was robin's egg blue, and they wore a pair of denim overalls and a matched pair of gold bracelets on their paws and a bejeweled hair pin in the fringe of light purple hair on their head. The siblings' boats were obviously not as well-carved or rigged as their parents' or Snufkin's or Little My's, despite the care they had taken in making them. It seemed somehow unfair to Moomin that they and their sister should always be outmatched by the adults simply because they were so much older. They weren't about to give up before the race even began, however.

"On your marks! Go!", shouted Snufkin suddenly, and everyone dropped their boats into the stream at once. They all rushed over to the railing on the downstream side of the footbridge and began cheering on their bark boats. Moomin was particularly satisfied that Snufkin hadn't taken them by surprise by saying "Go!" at an unexpected time. Moomin had often asked Snufkin why he was always doing things like that, and he had always said the same thing, "Life doesn't work by anyone's rules, not even by my total lack of rules." They had tried thinking that through many times, but Moomin had never been satisfied by the conclusions they came to.

Moomin was very surprised and delighted when their boat came out from under the footbridge in first place, followed closely by Snufkin's, Snork Maiden's, and Tayberry's in rapid succession. Little My was clearly very irritated when her boat came in last, and was about to complain loudly when a familiar voice came down the path leading to the footbridge.

"Halt, you criminals! You're all under arrest for sailing bark boats without a license!", shouted Boyle, an eight year old Hemumymble, leading his two seven year old brothers, Bristol and Auguste in their charge on the bridge. All three wore very pretty Spring dresses and resembled their father, The Inspector, very closely apart from their full heads of red hair and Mymble horns.

"Run, everyone! It's the police!", shouted Little My in feigned alarm, leading Tayberry and Moomin past their pursuers and down the path to the Moomin King's castle. The children and My all shouted and laughed with glee as they ran down the path.

"No matter how many times I see them playing that game, it never gets old!", said Snufkin smiling broadly, "They always remind me of all the merry chases I've led Park Keepers on!"

"It's a good thing that you've never gotten out of practice, and that you've always enjoyed taking partners in crime along on your escapades.", said Moomintroll, "You've given both The Inspector's and our children a really good education in law enforcement!" Both he and Snork Maiden laughed in great amusement at Snufkin's embarrassed, but pleased expression at Moomintroll's joking jab at him.

Moomin, Tayberry, and Little My crossed the drawbridge of the Moomin King's castle and headed straight into the central keep, with Boyle, Bristol, and Auguste just behind them. This was the most fun part of this game for all the children and Little My. They had all agreed to treat all of the walls, doors, furniture and the ghosts themselves as if they were solid to make playing in the castle more challenging. Racing through the castle was also a test of courage for all of them except Little My, who had always been absolutely fearless. They raced around the castle rambunctiously, cheered on by the Moomin Knights and the other members of the ghostly court. The ghosts found the games the children of Moominvally played in their castle to be really delightful. They had never expected to hear the sound of children's laughter again after centuries of accidentally scaring them away.

The five children and Little My made the full round of the rooms on the first floor of castle and raced outside again over the drawbridge only to run headlong into a young Fuzzy standing just outside of the castle wearing a very bland black pair of trousers, a grey longsleeved shirt, a black skullcap, and an apron. Moomin, Tayberry, and Little My all wound up piled up on top of him. Boyle, Bristol, and Auguste barely managed to stop themselves before they too joined the pileup.

"Why don't you watch where you're standing?!", asked Little My once she and the two Snorkmoomins managed to get up off of the young Fuzzy, "It's really stupid of you to be wandering around in the middle of traffic like that!"

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am!", said the Fuzzy in a frightened, but very formal tone of voice, "Please tell me how I can make amends!"

"Amends?!", said Little My, secretly pleased at being recognized as a grownup immediately (given her tiny size, it wasn't at all surprising that she was still frequently accidentally treated like a small child), "That's an awfully fancy way to talk for an insignificant little nobody like you! What's your name and how did you get here?"

"G....Gerard!", the Fuzzy said, clearly having barely managed to stop himself from giving another name altogether, "I just managed to make it to Moominvalley after traveling from Tornio, and I was hoping to locate a household in need of a live-in servant. Any position will do!"

"Boy are you ever a terrible liar!", accused Boyle, "First of all, you're already wearing a servant's uniform from some household somewhere, and it's practically brand new, apart from the dirt we just got on it! Secondly, you're clearly uncomfortable wearing it: you haven't stopped picking at it, trying to get comfortable in it since you stood up! Thirdly, your paws are far too soft for you to be a servant! Lastly, there's no way you just traveled all the way here on foot from Tornio. That's at least a day's journey for someone as obviously inexperienced as you. You're not even carrying a backpack! You can't possibly be that stupid, and I hope you don't think I'm that stupid, either!"

Boyle was a born detective. He was highly observant, detail oriented, adept at the scientific method, and naturally curious. His admiration of and deep love for his father had driven him to read every book of detective fiction and non-fiction that he could get his paws on from the time he was five. His driving ambition was to replace his father as Moominvalley's Inspector when the time came for his father to retire. His two brothers had gotten swept up in this ambition and couldn't wait until they were old enough to serve in the Constables under him.

"O....okay!", said Gerard, bursting into tears, "I'm the SON of Count Johann Wolfgang Fuzzy, and I've run away from home! I'm begging you not to send me back to him! I'll do anything you ask! I'll be your loyal, obedient servant for the rest of my life if you'll only take me in and keep my secret!"

This story sounded unpleasantly familiar to Moomin. They were instantly reminded of their father's story of the time the Moomin family had taken in a small runaway child who turned out to be the crown prince of a powerful kingdom. Moomintroll had spun a thrilling but completely improbable tale of how the king of that country had sent a vast army to invade Moominvalley and reclaim their son and how the valley only narrowly escaped destruction when Moomintroll convinced the prince to return to his family and country. Moomin knew full well that this was another one of their father's tall tales, and that Count Fuzzy didn't have an army at his command, but the point of the story had not been lost on Moomin. They could easily see how this current situation could spiral out of control if they let it go on any further than this.

"Oh, no you don't!", said Moomin, "Whatever problem you have with your parents, we'll support you however we can, but, running away won't solve anything! I already have a pretty good idea of what the problem is. I know personally how hard it is to stand up for yourself to your parents, even when you know that they love you. We'll all go back to your parents' mansion together and see you through this if you agree to come along peacefully, but we're taking you back one way or the other!"

Moomin had a real knack for being as caring, understanding, and firm as their grandmother, so Gerard felt that he had no choice but to surrender himself to Moomin and the others and let them take him back home. He nodded his assent meekly to Moomin and the group of children and Little My. Boyle thought to himself that he would have preferred showing Gerard off to The Inspector first, but he could see that there was no time to be lost and no real crime being committed. They all began making the long walk to Count Fuzzy's mansion on the far West side of Moominvalley. They stood supportively behind Gerard as he rang the doorbell. The door was quickly answered by a Fuzzy butler who gasped in surprise and ran back into the depths of the mansion to alert Gerard's parents that their child had been rescued. Moomin, Tayberry, and their friends closed the mansion's front door behind them and closed ranks around Gerard to show their support and to prevent him from retreating. They stood nervously in the mansion's foyer and braced themselves for what was clearly going to be a very dramatic reunion.

To Be Continued

#snufmin #moomin #snufkin #moomintroll #moominvalley #moomin fanfiction #moomin oc #writers on tumblr

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bloomeng · 4 years

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MDZS/Hogwarts au Headcanons

This au is a classic, but per usual I have opinions so here we go. (Also let’s pretend we do not see you know who)

All the patronuses are based on the official list and descriptions (I’ll leave the link below).

Wei Wuxian:

Gryffindor

Do I even need to make an arguement for this??

Patronus: Crow or Dolphin (I genuinely can’t decide)

Has friends in all houses and floats around among the tables in the great hall

Has been in all the houses common rooms tho

Probably good at most subjects, but he is amazing at defense against the dark arts

Definitely plays Quidditch, and is definitely the seeker too

Y’know typical over-achiver, star of the show, but without really trying

Steals books from the resticted section, not because he wants to read them, just because he was told they were off limits

He also steals food from the kitchen on his way back from the Hufflepuff common room (visiting Yanli ofc)

Is the kid that looses all of the points for his house, which means he also has most of the names in trophy room memorized (just from the sheer amount of time he’s had to clean them in detention)

Curfew is more of a suggestion, in his opinion nightime is the best time to roam the castle

He’s ended up in the hospital wing so many times that he basically has a bed reserved

Jiang Cheng:

Gryffindor

Between the loyalty, courage, ambition to “attempt the impossible,” and secret heart of gold, he could rival wwx’s Gryffindor spirit

Patronus: Chow Dog

Grumpily follows around during his misadeventures to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself

Or rather he’s the one who drags wwx’s ass to the hospital wing when he does hurt himself

Only one out of the trio (wwx, nhs, jc) who actaully studies

Hates divination, thinks it’s all a hoax, and it bugs the crap out of him that nhs actually belives in it

Is the captain of the Quidditch team, started as a chaser but now he’s the keeper

Was chosen to be a prefect

His favorite perk is the fancy bathtub, which nhs has definitely bribed him to gain access to

Shares his dorm with wwx, and he’s always complaining how he has to drag him out of bed

Lan Wangji:

Ravenclaw

He do be out here being super creative with that Guqin, and also owning our asses with his intelligence

Patronus: Wild Rabbit

I’d estimate that he spent 90% of the first 3 years of school in the library

Insert intense glaring at wwx as he tries to sneak into the restricted section

Somehow missed that wwx played Quidditch until his brother dragged him to a game

Needless to say he never missed a Gryffindor game after that

Somehow he managed to score one point off of a perfect grade on his OWL

Y’all already know he’d be a prefect, do I even need to say it

His favorite place in the castle is the window seat in Ravenclaw tower

Pretends to protest wwx sneaking into his common room

Imagine: Wangxian Hogsmeade dates and wwx trying to get him to wear his Quidditch jersey

Lan Xichen:

Hufflepuff

Although I feel like you could make a strong case for Ravenclaw, but the compassion and open-mindedness wins out

Patronous: White Swan

Professors love him, even Snape manages to tolerate him, probably by his 5th year he’s friends with half his professors

His favorite class is herbology but he’s also really good at charms and transfiguration

Owns an owl that he shares with his brother that he named something dumb like “Harold”

Has the Daily Prophet delievered every morning, and always thanks “Harold”

He grew up in a pure blood family so he is fascinated by muggle culture, and he is constantly asking jgy questions

Once jgy shared music from his ipod (yknow like one of the og ipods) and it blew his mind

Probably tried to help the house elves in the kitchen at some point, but was kicked out because he caused more damage then actual help

Somehow he was made a prefect in his fourth year???

He just roots for the under dog in Quidditch games, which often leads to a friendly competition between he and his brother (Gryffindor is never the underdog, not with wwx and jc on the team)

Nie Huaisang:

Slytherin

Again do I even need to make a case for this???

Patronus: Sparrow

Doesn’t even try and hide the fact that he let’s wwx and jc into the Slytherin common room

Often sits at the Gryffindor table because he wants to sit with wwx and jc

Instead of studying, he is constantly trying to find ways to cheat by designing bewitched items

By his 7th year he has his own business selling his cheats

His favorite class is divination, everyone assumes it’s because he’s a believer, but in reality he finds the subject hilarious and he’s amazed how a scam can go so far as to have a full educational class dedicated to it

Forged his brother’s signature on the Hogsmeade form, because Mingjue told him he wasn’t allowed to go if he was failing a class

Can’t fly a broom for the life of him

Barely passed his OWLS

In general he’s far more concerned with gossip and playing match-maker then doing any of this school work (who do you think told lxc to bring lwj to a Gryffinsor Quidditch game??)

(My monkey Xiyao controled brain likes to think that he’s been trying to set the two of them up for years, but that might just be me)

Jin Guangyao:

Slytherin

AGAIN do I really need to explain my thought process on this??? He’s cunning and manipulative, case closed, I do not take critism

Patronus: Grass Snake

Struggles in conjouring magic, but makes up for it in written work and testing

In general he works very hard and is most likely top of his class, despite the lack of natural ability

His favorite class is potions, because it’s simply a matter of following directions

The first friend he made was lxc after realizing as first years that they had really similar class schedules and decided to study together

His mother was a muggle, and thus he was raised in the muggle world, so there’s a lot of prejudice from his housemates

Every once in awhile he’ll quietly ask lxc to explain something about the wizarding world

To the annoyance of his house, he was made a prefect

Somewhere along the way he befriended nhs

The relationship dynamic is as follows: jgy forces nhs to study, while nhs forces him to come with him to Hogsmeade (mainly so that he doesn’t have to pay for his own food)

Jiang Yanli:

Hufflepuff

She’s just so sweet, compassionate, and kind not to be a Hufflepuff

Patronus: Doe

Her favorite classes are Herbology and Care for Magical Creatures

She’s really good with animals

She read that you were allowed to bring an animal and immediately went out to buy a cat

Buys wwx snacks on the Hogwarts Express, even though she made him lunch

She brought a phonograph and a collection of records from home, and set it up in the common room

No one knows where it came from, but people started to slowly add to the collection of records

Now the common room is just constantly filled with music

Lxc knows it was her, but he didn’t see the harm in letting it stay, so he let it be (plus he also enjoys music)

She goes to Quidditch games and roots for Gryffindor despite... not being in Gryffindor (she’s a supportive sister)

Spent most of her 4th year stopping wwx from fighting Jin Zixuan (the year before she started dating him)

She really do be living the cliche dream of the Hufflepuff/Slytherin relationship

Jin Zixuan:

Slytherin

He’s the typical pompous, preppy, asshole, that people assiociate with Slytherins

Patronus: Peacock

The first thing he did when he got to Hogwarts was set up his side of the dorm room to make it more up to his “standards”

His dad tried to convince him to play Quidditch, but he refused

Basically ignores jgy’s existence.... even though they’re in the same house

Loathes herbology because it requires getting his hands dirty

Is racist(?) towards muggleborns

He always has a mob of girls surrounding him at all times, yet doesn’t know how to properly process his own feelings for Yanli

I’d say he’s trying his best but that would be a lie, he thinks he’s doing the most though

He takes school very seriously, and he scored pretty well on his OWLS

One time in potions something went wrong and his potion blew up in his face quite literally, and wwx hasn’t let him live that down

Xue Yang:

Slytherin

He is bad man grrrrrr and a sly bastard, so ofc he’s the house of snek

Patronus: Weasel

Everyone hates him, his professors, his housemates, even the ghosts avoid him

Except Peeves, in fact Peeves love him

Probably because he’s constantly messing with people

He’s the only person to rival wwx’s detention record

He is fantastic at defense against the dark arts

He likes to mess with Trelawney by purposely making death omens in his readings

He just doesn’t do assignments, yet does really well on exams and passes???

Snape would vouch for him, that’s the vibe I get

He plays as a beater on his Quidditch team, and he’s known for knocking people out

Xiao Xingchen:

Hufflepuff

He’s kind, selfless, and is always trying to see the good in people, which screams Hufflepuff

Patronus: Dragonfly

Is really good with charms

Even though he’s of age, he hates appariting and will do a lot to avoid it

Runs group study sessions, with the help of sl

A big activist in freeing house elves working for old families

Stops to have full conversations with the paintings

Is the only person in the school that tries to be friendly to Xue Yang

Song Lan:

Ravenclaw

He seems to have that very principled and intelligent nature of a Ravenclaw

Patronus: Dun Stallion

He doesn’t really have a lot of friends outside of xxc, but he doesn’t seem to mind

He’s that one person who actually enjoys professor Binns’ History of Magic class

He lets xxc drag him to Hogsmeade, even though the crowded shops make him uncomfortable

Shh it’s a secret but he also has a major sweet tooth and he will buy a shit ton of candy

Because of his scary amount of knowledge of Hogwarts and its history, he managed to find the room of requirement

So he and xxc end up moving their study sessions there when their group size outgrows the library

Anyway that’s all for now, but if you have a request be sure to ask!

Anyway I’m proud of the patronus choices I made for these, mostly. I know that it’s inevitable that someone will disagree with the house placements, so just note that these are purely my opinons.

Patronus info link:

#mdzs #the untamed #cql #mo doa zu shi #mdzs headcanons #hogwarts au #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #ok yeah I ain’t listing all the characters #pls don’t fight me over these opinions #this is just for fun #headcanons #wangxian

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gingwrites · 5 years

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Sympathy Pregnancy (Bal)

Requested by anon: Mal’s pregnant and Ben starts gaining sympathy weight due to stress eating over the baby. Mal doesn’t mind; a pillow is nicer to snuggle than abs are. Now, Ben’s weight wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t breaking furniture and popping buttons and ripping pants. Something has to be done. Cue Jay helping him get back to what he once was with a very strict diet plan.

AN: This is Ben-centric! This is also part of my ‘Hades is a Good Dad’ series, but can definitely be read as a stand-alone.

Ben stood in front of the mirror. He was getting ready for the latest royal event, one that he wouldn’t mind missing, and he was having trouble getting dressed. It’s not like Ben had that many options to choose from; he mostly wore a royal blue suit.

The problem today was that Ben’s pants didn’t seem to fit right. He pulled and wiggled and sucked in his stomach, but the pants didn’t seem to want to button. They were barely high enough on his waist in the first place.

“Having a little trouble?”

Ben glanced into the mirror to see Mal standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.

“Maybe a little?” Ben shrugged his shoulders. “These pants fit last month when I wore them for Princess Melody’s coronation. I don’t know why they don’t fit now. I know I’m not playing tourney every day like I used to while in school, but I still workout a few times a week.”

Mal made her way into the bedroom, wrapping her arms around her husband’s waist and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Maybe it’s because of this,” Mal said, pinching lightly at Ben’s stomach.

Ben looked down where Mal’s hands rested. Huh, when did that happen, Ben thought. Last he noticed, he had actual muscles, not the fluff that was his stomach now.

“I mean, I’ve noticed you tend to eat a bit more around when I go to the doctor about the baby,” Mal said. “Maybe it’s a bit of sympathy weight combined with stress eating. You’re definitely not the only one who’s gaining weight in this house.”

Ben turned around, keeping Mal’s around wrapped around his middle.

“Yeah, but you’re the only one who is actually growing a baby inside of them,” Ben replied, placing a kiss on the top of Mal’s head. “I don’t have a good excuse for any weight gain, besides lack of self control in the kitchen.”

Mal giggled.

“I think it’s cute that you’re gaining a little sympathy weight. It means that you care!” Mal smiled. “Plus, when you have a little fluff, you make a much better pillow!”

Ben groaned. Just what he needed to hear, that he had fluff.

Guess he needed to make a stop at Evie’s before this event to get his pants adjusted or else he was going to be the laughing stock of the kingdom if he showed up and he couldn’t even button his pants.

“Now, take those off and put on your sweats. I’ll call Evie and get her over here to fix those before you need to leave,” Mal said, reading Ben’s mind. At least she had the foresight to call Evie to their house and not send Ben to Evie’s place so he wouldn’t have to worry about being seen in public with his sweats; it wasn’t very kingly.

Evie, being the talented seamstress that she was, was able to fix Ben’s pants in less than five minutes. And, with the new suit jacket she brought along, no one was able to tell that Ben had started gaining some sympathy weight.

Because Ben was the king, he had a slew of other events that he was required to attend after that, which required more dressing up in fancy clothes. Luckily, Ben just wore the same suit that Evie had altered for him the first time and it all worked out.

A few weeks later, Ben carved out time in his schedule for a surprise date with Mal. Because he had been so busy lately, and because Mal had been stressing about the baby, like always, he decided the two needed an afternoon to get away from it all before hell broke loose when the baby finally came.

“Where are we going, Ben?” Mal whined. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

Ben grinned, but ignored his wife while continuing to lead her down the path toward the picnic he had set up next to the Enchanted Lake.

“I swear to god, Ben, if you-” Mal was cut off when Ben finally took the blindfold of her eyes.

Tears welled in her eyes before she had a chance to realize it.

“Oh my god, you hate it,” Ben rushed out, looking toward his wife.

Mal quickly shook her head.

“No! I love it! It’s just like our first date. It’s just these stupid pregnancy hormones that are making me cry,” Mal said, tears running down her cheeks.

Mal turned toward Ben and gave him a hug before standing on her toes to peck him on the cheek.

“I love you, Ben.”

“I love you, too,” Ben returned the sentiment. “Now, come on before the food gets cold.”

The two ate their picnic, all packed with Mal’s favorite foods and all the foods she had been craving since she became pregnant, like donuts, lots of peanut butter, and anything that was covered in chocolate.

Once they were finished, Mal wanted to lie down and take a nap, but she knew if she laid down on the ground, she wouldn’t be able to get back up.

Suddenly, music filled the air. Mal glanced to her husband to see him putting a small radio back on the ground before he stood up and held out his hand to Mal.

“May I have this dance?”

Mal grinned and let herself be pulled up off the ground. The two moved away from their picnic blanket so they would have room to actually dance, though Mal didn’t think they would be doing a lot of actual moving and dancing between how full she was and how pregnant she was getting.

Ben bowed to his wife to start their dance. A faint ripping noise could be heard, and Ben quickly stood back up, his face turning red.

“You know what, I don’t think I’m feeling like a dance. How about we just sit back down for a while and take a rest,” Ben said, walking awkwardly sideways back toward the blanket.

“Ben?” Mal questioned. “What’s wrong?”

Mal’s eyes suddenly grew as she put two and two together and realized what the sound had been and Ben’s reaction to it.

“Did you rip your pants?” Mal laughed. “Oh my gosh, you ripped your pants! I thought Evie had been altering them so they would fit!”

Ben grabbed his jacket from where he had set it down when they first arrived and tied it around his waist before sitting on the ground.

“These are the altered pants! I don’t know why they ripped!” Ben grumbled.

Mal looked at the downtrodden look on her husband’s face and hurried to sit down next to him.

“I’m not making fun of you, Ben. I think you’re adorable in any way, shape, or form. I just think we might want to do something about this before we spend all our money in new fabric for Evie to keep making and altering your clothes,” Mal said.

Ben nodded. He started to pack the leftover food back into the basket. He was so glad that they had decided to ride in the car to the edge of the woods to get here. He would not be okay walking across the kingdom with his pants ripped, even if it was covered by his jacket.

The next month passed by too quickly for Ben. He had been super busy trying to get things done before the baby came since he would be taking time off to take care of Mal and their newborn once the time came.

It seemed like Ben had finally stopped gaining any fluff, as Mal called it, and Evie only had to alter his pants a couple more times.

Ben knocked on Evie’s castle door, waiting with his arms full of clothes that he knew would need to be altered with the newest royal wedding (Audrey and some other princess she had met after graduation) coming up that he would be attending.

“Ben! Come on in,” Evie greeted, waving him inside. “Let’s take a few measurements and then I can tell you what the best outfit would be and we can get to altering from there.”

Evie motioned for Ben to lay the pile of clothing down on the table in her workroom before pushing him onto the stand in front of the mirror so she could get accurate measurements.

Once finished, she shooed him off to the side so she could go through his clothes and see which outfit would need the least amount of altering.

Before she could even sort through the clothes, a crash came from the other end of the room.

Evie whirled around to see Ben sitting on the floor surrounded by splinters of wood.

“Oh my god, Ben! Are you okay?” Evie asked, rushing over to help him up. “What happened?”

Evie had never seen the king cry, but it looked like she might be about to. Tears were welling in Ben’s eyes, but he quickly breathed in, blinked his eyes a few times, and rolled his shoulders back.

“I’m okay, Evie. I’ll leave you to your altering, if you have everything you need from me?” Ben asked hopefully.

Evie just nodded, still confused by what happened. Ben quickly rushed out, Evie hearing the slam of the front door a few moments later.

Turning back to the mess on the floor, Evie realized what had happened. Ben had broken a chair when he sat down. To be honest, anyone would have probably broken that chair when they sat down because it was a chair that the Smee twins had carved for Evie one day as a thanks for bringing them to Auradon, and it wasn’t the most sturdy piece of furniture, but Ben didn’t know that.

Oh well, Evie thought. She shrugged her shoulders and quickly turned back to the pile of clothes waiting for her. Now, if she could just find the perfect outfit.

…

Ben made his way to the gym, thankful that he had a locker there with clothes that he knew would fit.

An hour later, Ben found himself drenched in sweat and punching the life out of a sandbag.

“Dude, what did the sandbag ever do to you?”

Ben turned around to see Jay standing in the doorway, wrapping his hands.

“Nothing, I just needed to get a little frustration out,” Ben muttered before turning his attention back to his punching.

“Maybe it would help if you got a little frustration out on an actual person who can fight back?” Jay asked, making his way into the fighting ring on the other side of the room.

Ben thought for a moment, but quickly agreed, following Jay into the ring.

Ben barely had enough time to turn around and face Jay before the other boy’s gloved hand was coming toward his face. Ben quickly threw his hands up to block it.

The two quickly went back and forth, neither really getting any good hits in as both had great reflexes.

“Dude, we need to stop,” Jay huffed out twenty minutes later. “I need to breathe!”

Ben nodded, chest heaving with how heavy he was breathing. He turned to grab his water bottle, pouring some over his head before taking a sip.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s going on? Or do I have to beat it out of you?” Jay asked once he caught his breath.

Ben glanced up, eyebrows furrowed.

“Who said anything was going on?”

Jay raised his eyebrows.

“Fine,” Ben huffed. “I’ve been stressed out with all my duties as king, and with Mal being pregnant, I’ve been even more stressed, especially since there’s never been a baby born that was a cross between a fairy/god and a beast.

“I’ve been gaining a bit of weight, which Mal thinks is cute and all, but when I break a chair while I wait for Evie to alter my pants that no longer fit, it kind of pushes you over the edge.”

Jay sat down on the mat, patting the space beside him for Ben to follow suit.

“I totally understand, man,” Jay said once the two were settled next to each other. “But, just know, Mal will love you in any way, shape, or form that you’re in. She didn’t just fall in love with you for your looks. She fell in love with you because of how you lead people and how you stand up for those who can’t.

“And, if you really want to work off some of that weight, I’m always here to take a swing at you!”

Ben laughed, punching Jay in the shoulder.

“Thanks, Jay. That really means a lot,” Ben said.

The two sat in silence for another moment before Jay stood up, holding his hand out to help Ben back up.

“Now come on, that fat isn't going to work itself off. And I can’t beat your ass if you’re just going to sit there!” Jay challenged.

“Oh, it’s on!” Ben yelled, holding his hands in front of his face, stance ready for a fight.

Even if he was a little fluffy, at least Ben had friends, and a great wife, that would always love him (and maybe throw a punch or two at his face when needed).

Please let me know what you think! I like for comments/reblogs. As always, prompts are always open for fics, imagines, and headcanons. This is also posted on ao3, which is linked at the top of my masterlist.

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Temptation’s call pt.4

Pairing: Priya x MC (Rose)

Warnings: : Mature themes, blood -a lot of blood- and violence.

Words: 2200

A/N: Finally, my love for Priya has been re-ignited and the 4th part is here. Thank you to everyone who requested and still follows this fic. Sorry for the long wait aaaand enjoy. Comments/criticism always appreciated.

Days turned into weeks of silence.

A month rolled by, uneventful. Rose once again settled back into her routine, knowing better by that point than to wonder what a certain vampire was up to, much less desire being part of it. This was better, for her health and her sanity, this faceless distance. It was her norm, how it had always been, crushing on the celebrity from afar, way before Priya ever knew she existed. She could be content with this.

She was content with it, until Adrian called her to his office to invite her to the upcoming vampire ball. It sounded like a page straight out of a supernatural romance book, yet there her boss was, charming smile set in place, hopeful eyes staring into hers. She should have said 'no'. It wasn't smart of her to agree no matter how one looked at her situation. Except. Except she couldn't find it in her to turn him down.

Except she wanted to see her a little too much.

Throughout the entire train ride to the event, all Rose could think was: Is Priya going to be there?

Try as she might, she couldn’t focus. Images of ruby lips by her ear, cold hands on her bare skin, dark eyes turning red for her, kept invading her senses. And then, a sharp contrast to the passion was the indifference, the cold shoulder, the lack of contact. Priya was a whirlwind in her quiet life, chaotic by nature. Opposites that attracted, yet never matched, because they never could.

Rose had to excuse herself to gather her thoughts. Stop, she scolded her reflection in front of the bathroom mirror. It’s just a crush, blown out of proportion. Make it go away. If only she could. She huffed miserably, shielded her eyes with one hand.

“Hey, sadface.” Lily’s voice so close to her side made Rose jump. “Oh. Sorry. Vampire moves –still new to the whole thing.” Lily rushed to apologize, taking a gentle hold of her hand to reassure her it was okay, she was okay and in control. The touch was grounding. “You’ve been… kinda far, the whole ride. Penny for your thoughts?”

Rose looked down at where their hands were connected guiltily. She used to be able to tell Lily everything –heavens knew how she wanted to. But, how could she admit to her best friend she was captivated by the same person who showed such blatant disregard for her life? Who, if she hadn’t offered herself as juicy bait, would have been the reason Lily was executed.

“Actually, nevermind, I already know. It’s her, isn’t it?” Rose’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, I figured.” Lily paused and took an unnecessary breath. “Do I need to say Boss-man has a major crush on you?”

“I… wish I could be attracted to Adrian. I even tried.” Rose admitted with a lowered head. It felt like lifting a block of cement off her chest, saying it aloud, even if the guilt weighted heavy still. “Nothing works. It’s always her.”

“Ugh, your taste in appearance is top-notch, Rosie, but your taste in personality… my God.”

“I know.” Rose cracked a small smile.

“It’s okay. I mean yeah I hate her guts, but I love you, so if you want to talk about it I’m here, now available at all night hours, too. If you can deal with me making this face,” Lily drew her front lip up into a stupid grimace, “while you pour your heart out.”

“Lil’…” Rose’s lips slowly widened into a grin. “…your face always looks like that when I pour my heart out to you.”

“...I take everything back.”

…

Rose wasn't certain what she was expecting, but the extravagant castle that greeted her was certainly beyond it. She took in the renovated stone walls, the faint scent of flowers carried over from the massive gardens by the night breeze. The interior was equally impressive, tastefully decorated with red carpets and paintings that no doubt cost several fortunes.

Stepping into the ballroom was like entering new world. Vampires dressed to the nines stood all around, holding fancy glasses filled with what one could only hope was wine and chatting among themselves, while soft music played in the background. Rose felt entirely out of place, although the appreciative looks she was receiving from her surroundings implied otherwise.

Before she could make the mistake of looking too long for a certain someone, Adrian placed a guiding hand on the small of her back, turned her the other way. Rose came face to face with Kamilah, dashing in a way only a queen could be, in her gorgeous red dress. Wow, she thought. The vampire gave her a once-over, the corner of her full lips curling into a private smile.

“Not bad for a mortal.” she said in her even, regal tone. “I would be careful, Adrian.”

“I won't make the mistake of leaving her side.” he assured.

“I will take Lily here to meet the others. We won't be long.” Kamilah excused herself, graceful as ever, Lily following close. Rose made a mental note to tease her roommate about her googly-eyed staring later on.

An hour and a few soft drinks later, the brunette had calmed enough to start enjoying her night. Chatting with Adrian was always easy, nice. Then there were the vampire pairs dancing in the center of the ballroom, the occasional human in-between, where their eyes drifted between comfortable silences. Marcel Lafayette, the castle's owner, came to join them as well, his enthusiasm contagious as he spoke about his inspiration for the event.

Everything was going great.

Up to the moment a large group of vampires parted and Rose's gaze unwittingly locked straight ahead, to the very pair of burgundy eyes that felt forbidden. Priya was glowing like an angel in her stark white dress, adorned with diamonds all over. Her glass of blood paused against her bottom lip for a split second. Rose broke eye contact immediately.

“It'll be alright.” Adrian covered her hand with his own, taking notice of her rapidly rising pulse. It was too late, far too late, because now Priya's eyes stayed on her and the damage was done.

Rose could feel her crossing the distance between them even with her back turned. Adrian subtly reversed their positions so his body was in the way, an extra measure of protection just in case. As if that had ever deterred the designer before. Meanwhile, Marcel watched the exchange with great interest.

“Marcel, Adrian, it's so good to see you!” Priya put on her most brilliant smile, its glow enough to touch a hundred hearts but not her own eyes. “Let me say, you have outdone yourself tonight, my dear.” she said towards the elder vampire. “And you, Adrian, I didn't think you'd bring little Rose to me so bravely.”

“You know Rose, as well?” Marcel inquired.

“Intimately, I'd say.” Priya didn't bat an eyelash, yet Rose wanted to die.

“I wouldn't.” Adrian countered.

She summoned the courage to meet those eyes, not to be outdone, and found... something very cold lingering in their depths. Cutting and sharp, unlike the usual flirting gleam, the dripping suggestion. Rose didn't know if the blood she'd been sipping earlier caused it... or Adrian's proximity to her.

“So, what say you, darling?” Priya faced her. “Give me this dance.” It wasn't really a question.

“I don't think that's a good idea.” Adrian said, dead serious.

“As the host of this event, I insist.” Marcel hid a dark smile behind his sleeve. Not as innocent as he looked, after all.

No getting out of this one. So just get it over with. Rose steeled her nerves and stepped out of Adrian's zone of safety. Priya grabbed her hand a little too forcefully, leading them to the middle of the ball. Pairs parted to make room for them at the sight of a Council Member.

The vampire's hands didn't shy away from touching, shamelessly roaming down her sides before settling on her waist. Demanding. Possessive. Rose's stomach seized. Priya stood too close, too tall with those 7-inch heels, too much. The human looked for that rare side of her she'd glimpsed during that night on the hood of her car but she was gone, leaving the worst of her behind. The part that wanted domination.

“How sad.” A razor-sharp fang showed as Priya whispered to her. “That he holds hope. He has no idea what you really like.” Silver-painted nails dung into the fabric of her dress.

“And you do?” Rose whispered back, trying to keep her voice cold despite the lull of Priya's perfume. God, she was starting to love and hate that perfume. Like the woman wearing it herself. “Why? Because I had a crush on you like half the people in New York?” she bit back. Her blood pounded in her veins. “Because I was drawn to you? Because I wanted you?”

The designer pulled back to look at her, her lips tight, set into the very beginning of a snarl. Her eyes were turning so red... “Watch how you talk to me, human.”

This would be the death of her, she knew, the line above all lines that she was crossing. The alcohol certainly wasn't helping. She felt everything related to Priya crashing down on her all at once.

“Trust me, I see it clearly now; there is not a real thing on you to like.”

Priya's lips pulled back in a vicious hiss –at the same time as a deafening bang reverberated across the entire ballroom.

Rose wasn't certain what happened next –there were screams filling her ears and suddenly she was flying halfway across the room, straight into a table, which split apart under the force. Something cracked –she didn't want to know what. Her vision blurred before it sharpened from the adrenaline... and she witnessed something that would haunt her nightmares for years to come.

Countless Ferals swarming into the ballroom, falling onto the guests like wild animals. Tearing at limbs, flesh, bones, until there was very little left. Human blood and vampire ash scattered everywhere.

Rose's body locked up.

She couldn't see Adrian or Lily in the mess –she couldn't see Priya. Kamilah flashed in and out of sight at unfathomable speeds, a whirlwind of rage and daggers.

It was then that a beastly jaw snapped shut right in front of her face. Out of pure instinct Rose reached for the broken leg of the wooden table behind her and shoved it into the monster. The Feral howled in pain and raised its claws –and that would be the end.

Except the next moment, its head was no longer attached to its body. Rose cried out as the remains fell limply beside her, looking up into the blood-red eyes of none other than..

“Priya...” she breathed.

“Get up! Get out of here!” Priya snapped at her in a way that was nearly as terrifying as the Ferals' howls. She disappeared from sight long enough to decapitate another creature with her bare hands. “Go!” she hissed. Rose scrambled to her feet and ran.

She ran until her legs were about to give out and her lungs felt ready to burst–until the bloodied castle was behind her. The human fell against a tree at the edge of the forest, her heart in her throat.

And it wasn't even over yet.

The sound of a twig breaking had her springing up, ready for a fight or flight... until she really looked. A bloodied white dress greeted her, sharp against dark olive skin and a pair of familiar crimson orbs. Without thinking, Rose flung her arms around Priya's neck. Tears fell without pause.

“You weren't bitten, were you?!” she demanded, pulling at the vampire with all her might though it barely seemed to register.

“I wasn't.” Priya dropped her head onto her shoulder, wrapping her own arms around her tight enough to hurt. Rose would take this pain gladly for the rest of her life if she could.

“What's all this blood?” She was shaking, panicked.

“Rose. Calm down. It's not mine.” Priya grabbed her arms and shook her out of it. “We need to go. You're coming with me now.” the vampire made to take her wrist --Rose screamed in agony.

Priya drew back as if she'd been burned.

So that's what that crack was. The human clutched her wrist to her chest. “I'm sorry –it's nothing I –must have broken my hand.” Priya didn't speak. For a few breaths, she didn't move a muscle. Then, she turned around and wordlessly flashed away.

Rose began to panic, until, half a minute later, a cherry-red Porsche pulled over. Priya opened the passenger's door for her. “Get in the car.”

The drive to the hospital was filled with nothing other than uncomfortable silence. Rose could see Priya fighting against crushing the steering wheel the entire way there. The clan leader made a few calls on the way, though Rose couldn't focus on what she was saying, locked in an internal battle of her own, against increasing pain and a splitting headache to boot.

If she survived the encounter with the Ferals and Priya's driving, Rose thought, she'd never ask her luck for anything again.

#priya x mc #priya lacroix #mc x priya #my writing #fanfic #my fic #BloodBound #choices: stories you play #playchoices #adrian raines #make priya a li #or we riot

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