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four-rabbit · 3 years

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First day

Hey! I can’t believe I was actually able to write this, but I’m so glad I did! This is (probably just) a oneshot based on this Parent AU created by @remuscore, because we all know I just had to write about Remus being a parent.

Sorry for any mistakes, hope you enjoy it!

Summary: It’s Roman’s first day of preschool or dealing with enough kids to fill a classroom for that matter and he has never been more excited. His father, Remus, on the other hand, can’t stop himself from worrying that, just as he did as a child, Roman will have difficulty adapting to the new environment.

Characters: Remus Sanders; Roman Sanders; Patton Sanders

Warning: Swearing, one mention to eating a bug, food and first day of school as a main theme.

Word count: 2259

It was midnight. Remus finally threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes. After one minute, the daylight broke through the windows, hurting just as much as the screamings of a child.

“Dad! Dad, wake up! Wake uuup!”

“Wh… Roman, it’s…” He squinted at the cellphone, his vision still getting used to all that light and brightness “...It’s time to wake up” He sighed heavily, letting the phone fall from his hands. The last day finished, like, seven hours ago, why did he already have to deal with another day?!

“Yeah, that’s what I sayied”

“Said” he corrected, closing his eyes again hoping that, somehow, a few more seconds would be enough for him to be ready to be a functional human being. It didn’t work, but he had to at least pretend to not be dead inside anyway “What do you wanna eat?”

“Breakfast soup!” Roman opened his arms and a smile from ear to ear. Very adorable, his father thought. Would be way more adorable if you didn’t scream at seven in the fucking morning.

“I think the cereal is over, buddy” he sat with effort, his entire body feeling like it had been hit by a train “We ate it all… yesterday. I guess. But we have… hmm… Something. Probably”

“Dad looks scary”

“I know”

“Really really scary. Like a zombie. Or, or, a witch! Or Dragon. Dragon witch!” Remus smiled tirely. His son’s excitement was almost contagious. Almost.

“Thanks for the regards” he mumbled, getting on his feet and grabbing Roman, who was busy jumping up and down on the bed and making it even messier than it was before.

There were the remains of an egg bowl and an out of date ketchup in the fridge. And that's it. Remus did his best to keep the curses that came to his mind, well, in his mind.

“There must be something in the pantry” There was. One packet of cookies. “Eggs, cookies or both?"

“Cookies!” Roman exclaimed.

“Cool, but I’m gonna make the eggs cause you’ll need energy for your first day of school.

“Cookies give energy!” Roman pouted, crossing his arms. Remus ignored him, grabbing the eggs and then turning to the kid, frowning.

“Hey, when was the last time I gave you a shower?” If Roman was a little older he would have replied "you’re asking me that?!” but when you are three, you don’t really understand why it matters how frequent your showers are.

“‘Lastday’?” he asked more than anything, after stopping to think a little. Remus sighed again”.

“Yesterday, ok, go…” would it be too irresponsible to ask his son to shower by himself? “You know what, the eggs can wait, let’s take a shower and then find your clothing and your backpack and…” Jesus fucking Christ we’ll never be there on time.

“Kay!” There wasn’t anything that would bother Roman. Not now that the possibility to go to school and make friends and be cool was so close.

The shower was fast and messy. Roman got really close to falling, like, three times and their neighbors probably weren’t happy with all the drama he made when Remus tried to dry his hair.

“You act like I’m trying to rip off your head, not just dry your damn hair!”

“I want Patton! Patton not mean! Dad mean!”

“Patton is also not here and it’s over. See? You’re alive” Roman showed Remus his tongue, grabbing his towel in a dramatic outing and going to his room.

Remus always believed in self expression. Even when you are a child. That's why he let his son choose an old glitter t-shirt, beach shorts, a red cape and spongebob shoes to go to school. Which can be either a questionable or great parenting method. I’ll let you decide.

“You look neat!” His father complimented when Roman sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for his breakfast.

“Dad is lying!

“I never lie”

“All grown-ups lie” Remus looked down at the eggs in front of him. Yeah, I guess he’s right, thought to himself, I can’t afford to be honest all the time if I want to be good at adulting. Or, as he liked to say, adultery.

“Ok, but I’m not lying now. You do look good” he gave his son a thumbs up, sitting down and putting the eggs in front of them.

“I want cookies!” Roman complained, refusing to eat.

“You can take the cookies to school, how ‘bout that?”

“The whole packet?” the child asked, half-closing his eyes with suspicion. Remus smiled lightly.

“The whole packet”

“Cool!” the oldest checked the time. The family had five minutes before their ride got there.

“So. I guess I should give you, like, a school talk”

“Not really.” Roman said after swallowing.

“Hum. Okay. First, don’t worry about not making friends, I know all of this is new, but I’m sure that you’ll be fine”.

“I’m not worried” Oh excuse me Mister.I’m-a-Fucking-Extrovert.

“Oh. Good. Yeah. But also, like… don’t be so sure. Like… if not everything goes as planned or if you don’t make that many friends, y’know-”

“I’m gonna make friends, I’m not weird like dad” Roman interrupted. Remus tried to not seem as offended as he was. Turns out being called “weird” is harder when it’s your own son.

“Cool, cool. But I also feel that we should establish some rules, I guess?

“Estab what?

“Create some rules and follow them”

“I’m great at following rules!” he exclaimed. It could have come as sarcasm if he wasn’t too young for that.

“Ok. First: no nicknames. Call people their actual name for the love of god”

“But what if their names are boring?”

“Especially if their names are boring.” Roman seemed almost offended, but nodded reluctantly.

“Two: y’know the bad words I say sometimes? Don’t say any of those. Ever” he could only imagine the headache it would be trying to deal with a teacher after his son told a kid to go fuck themself.

“Ever?!”

“Ok, not ever, but not until you are ten, let’s say”

“How long is it?

“Not that long. And finally. Don’t get into any fight. Please.

“I won’t! Unless someone is mean to me, right?

“No. Not even if someone is mean to you. At least not for now” Roman tilted his head.

“But you always say that” He changed his posture and tried to imitate Remus’ voice. “When people are bad, you gotta be bad back”

“I said this, like, once and… It was different. If something goes wrong at school, we may have to pull up with some sh- things I don’t know if I can deal with”

“Like what?” Remus was spared from having to answer that and make his worst fear even more real as a horn echoed from the street. Roman immediately got up, running to the door and screaming: “Patton! Patton is here!” Remus opened a relieved smile for a lot of reasons, letting the closest he had to a father get in.

“Hey Kiddo, it’s so good to see you!” Patton said to both of them, hugging Roman and them the twenty years old man.

“Sup” Remus simply mumbled, too prideful to let the guest see how grateful he was for the possibility of a break. “You guys have fun here, I have to find this little brat’s backpack…"

“Hey! Dad ‘have be’ mean to me the whooole morning! Tell him to be nice!" Roman commanded.

“Your dad is just a little tired, sweet, I’m sure he means no harm. Oh, I really like your cape! Where did you buy it?

“I made it myself! And dad helped a little, I guess”

“And by a little he means I did most of the work and he put those stars at the bottom” Remus replied, coming back with his son’s backpack.

“Oh, you two did very well! So, is everything alright?” He took a look around, putting his hands on his waist.

“Yeah, I hope” Remus answered, not really sure of it himself.

“Well, I’ll have to trust your word, kiddo, cause we’re kinda late. So, let’s get going!

Patton probably had some deal with the devil. That’s the only way he would be able to handle a whole trip with Roman - And Remus too, who knew himself to also not be easy to deal - and still keep it cool.

“Here we are” said as the small building got in their gaze, full of kids and screaming and social interactions and oh god, Remus was so glad he never even considered to be a teacher. Roman didn’t even think twice, already opening his door and starting to run toward the school.

“Fuck! Hey wow, stop right there!” Remus immediately followed, the panic growing in his chest and dispeling the tiredness for a moment. He grabbed his son by the arm, trying to at the same time be careful and resolute “You can’t just go running like that! Some car could have… Oh god”

“I’m fine!”

“I know. I just. Do you want me to be there?” Why is school always so fucking scary? Even when you are an adult, apparently, from how all those gazes felt on his skin “Or maybe if you want, Patton can go with you…”

“Dad can go with me there!” He then grabbed Remus' hand and proceeded to push his father with all his determination, guiding them both through the school even if he had no idea where his class was. But they figured it out after a couple minutes.

“I guess it’s here, isn’t it?” Remus asked more to himself than anything. His son nodded.

“Don’t be sad, dad. I promise I will make a ton of friends and be cool and popular” He opened his arms to give emphasis to his words. The oldest smiled.

“I’m sure you will, buddy. But also, if you need anything, I’ll be there, so…

“You’ll? But isn’t it just for the kids?

“Yeah, but you still need some adaptation period and I have to stay while this.

“I don’t need ada- adap- this thing! I’m so totally fine!”

“We don’t really have a word in that, buddy. Now, where is your teacher…?” He looked around, but it didn’t take the man a lot of effort, since a smiley woman wearing the school uniform was already coming in their direction.

“Oh, you must be Roman Prince, right? Nice to meet you!” she leaned down to the child’s height, still keeping that smile on her face.

“Nice to meet you too” He exclaimed back. Remus was relieved he remembered the cumpriment.

“Why don’t you go meet your new friends? We have hot dogs!

“I love hot dog!” He runned toward the food without second thoughts, leaving Remus and the nice normal lady alone. He tried to smile too, but it probably didn’t look as genuine considering all his nervousness.

“And I guess you must be... “ She analysed the young adult from his multiply pierced ears to his ripped pants and worn boots. “Roman’s brother?” That would be easier, wouldn't it?

“No, I’m…” He held out his hand to greet her. “His dad. Remus Prince, nice to meet you”

“Oh” She didn’t accept his hand.

“Yeah”

“Can I talk to his mom?”

“Of course! When I find her I’ll let you know” She flinched. Fuck, wrong time, wrong joke. “Yeah, if Roman needs something I’ll be there” he vaguely pointed to a bench, speed walking in it’s direction.

You know someone is awkward when they still have problems dealing with school even after they already finished it. He sat there, trying not to see so… what? Irresponsible, scary, wrong, useless. The last one would definitely have been easier if Roman wasn’t such a natural. He made friends before his father could say ‘“fucking extrovert”, participated in all the games, just cried once. Remus was proud, but also kinda jealous. By what his parents told him, his first day basically consisted in him eating a bug and being excluded for the whole year after that. What I great fucking way to start things.

But if Roman was so much better, I guess it meant he did a better job than his parents. Not like being better than those assholes was that hard tho.

As the morning went over, Roman got back, his face red and sweaty from all that playing. On the moment Remus saw that ear to ear grin, he knew it was worth it and couldn’t stop himself from smiling too.

“How was it?” asked just so his son could talk, which he loved too, it clearly went well. He was there after all.

“It was so cool! I made friends and we played and teacher is nice and we ‘eated’ pizza and hot dogs and watched a movie!”

“I’m glad! So… We want to come tomorrow too?” Roman violently nodded, jumping up and down.

“Yes, yes!

“Neat. How ‘bout we grab some ice cream on our way? We sure do need some food” I know, I know, ice cream is not really food, but give him a break. Also, Roman managed to seem even happier.

“Ice creaaam!” He yelled. Remus smiled again, feeling that warm feeling in his chest that was familiar at that moment. Love. It was hard, of course, sometimes he felt like he couldn’t make it, like he was just not born for the job and would eventually just screw everything. But he was trying, which was better than he could say for Roman’s “mother” or his own parents, so maybe he could convince himself that trying was enough.

#sanders sides #parent au #remus sanders #roman sanders #tw swearing #tw bug mention #tw school #portraying children in so hard #especially in english which isn't my first language #fanfic #tw food #rabbit writes

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jjb-art · 5 years

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SLENDERMAN AU

CHAPTER TWO: MISSING

It has been three weeks since Gwen started her job at this camp. Of course, if she could have done anything else for the summer, it would have been a pleasure. But the young lady had to go there for personal reasons. And she luckily got hired by the shady old man in charge of the camp.. Cameron? Anyway, she was now working side by side with another counselor, trying to avoid any accident in this stressing camp, and god knows how tiring it was. But this morning she surprisingly wasn't woken up by the usual screaming of one specific camper Nikki. And thanks to that, she had also overslept. Gwen got up in panic, trying to wash her face and put her clothes on at the same time.

Everyone was already gathered in the mess hall for the breakfast. Jasper, the other counselor, awkwardly waved his hand at her friend when she arrived out of breath at the door. "Good morning Gwen! The service was done successfully and the kids are already eating, don't worry!" the young lady let out a sigh of relief, "But I need to talk to you privately.." Gwen stared at him for a few seconds, feeling her heart racing. "Oh no, am I already fired?" Jasper widened his eyes in surprise before giving her a reassuring smile "No! No no don't worry, it has nothing to do with that haha! Hrrm, let's talk outside." Gwen followed him out of the mess hall, a bit annoyed. She wasn't in the mood for a morning, likely boring, talk. "Gwen, the trio is gone. - Wait what. - Max, Nikki and Neil!! I couldn't find them in their tent this morning! - Oh my god, is this a kind of joke or something? A test for beginners? - Wh- nono ! I'm serious, I had a hard time to keep it secret to the others but we need to call the cops!" Gwen hesitated for a moment. The cops were the last thing she wanted to deal with, but they would get in bigger troubles if they couldn't find the kids. "Jasper we need to search the woods ourselves to be sure they are not just messing around with us.. You know how they love to make pranks! Let's give us 2 hours before reporting the missing to the cops. Got it? - But- - GWEEEEEN!!" The counselors nearly had a heart attack and recognized the voice calling her immediately. Jasper and Gwen turned around to find two campers running towards them. "Nikki?? Neil!! Where the fuck were you?? - IT GOT MAX- PLEASE DO SOMETHING- - IT WILL EAT HIM- HE'S GONNA DIE!! PLEASE SAVE MAX- - WOW CALM DOWN I CAN'T UNDERSTAND A SHIT WORD!" Neil started crying, trying hardly to recover from all his emotions "I- the creature in the woods.. we just wanted to check the facts but -hic- it's real, we saw that thing and tried to run but -sniff- I think Max tripped into a pit- and IT GOT HIM- OH MY GOD NIKKI I CAN'T BELIEVE WE LEFT HIM BEHIND!" Gwen hold her breath, assimilating what they just told her. Finally it was there. Three long weeks of investigation to find that beanpole and hunt it down. Gwen tried to think fast and went through all the excuses or explanations she could give to Jasper to convince him not to call the cops. But the counselor was already gone. "JASPER! WAIT- Where are you going?? - I'm going to find Max. - Y-yes, but you obviously didn't intend to go into the forest like this? - Why not?? - DAMN IT JASPER! At least take a first aid kit?? A map?? - So-sorry, I got carried away. You are right...” The counselor came back to them twisting his hands anxiously. Gwen sighed, already tired by all this commotion. "Meet me here in 5 minutes, I need to pack some stuff too." She then faced the two campers "Go eat some breakfast, and have a rest. But not a word to the others. If they ask, Max has overslept. We don't need more panic in this camp. Got it?" Neil and Nikki quietly nodded, looking distressed. Gwen's expression went softer and she patted their heads "We will find your friend, I promise."

In a painful groan, Max slowly regained consciousness with an uneasy feeling growing inside him. He blinked a few times... but he couldn’t recognize his tent. In fact, there was no tent, only low branches above him diffusing the daylight. Max tried to sit up but a sharp pain in the arm pinned him down. He was completely lost, and blurry memories came back to him. As the camper slowly realized what had happened, he started panicking. Where was he? Did the creature drag him into his nest? Were Nikki and Neil safe? Was he going to be eaten alive? Max was shaking, he never had to deal with this kind of situation before. But he knew he needed to remain calm if he wanted to survive. He took deep breaths and swiped the tears rolling on his cheeks. The young boy looked around him, searching for any sign of the monster - thankfully he could only hear the birds chirping in the trees. Max slowly tried to slip out of the wrecked couch, but before he could get up and run, a snap resonated nearby. The boy quickly laid down on the couch and played dead, hoping it would work with that monster. He hugged himself in despair and hold his breath. The steps were getting closer and closer to him - Max suddenly felt something covering his body. The creature was probably restraining his legs to leave him no escape... His heart was racing, the camper couldn’t run away anymore - something wet and cold suddenly wiped his forehead. Max sat up and screamed in terror, trying to back away from this thing. His voice died in his throat at the sight of the monster leaning over him, a wet towel between its long fingers, its huge eyes staring back at him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#after months finally i got the motivation to write this chapter czohfazfihaz #i'm sorry for the wait #and my poor writing ahahahaha...#i hope i won't take any more time for the next chapter :'')#slenderman au #creepy au #comics #camp camp #fanart #slendervid #cc gwen #cc jasper #cc neil #cc nikki #cc max

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noonachronicles · 5 years

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Everlong Pt. 7

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: mild language and some violent imagery (?)

Genre: Hades/Jiyong. Greek God AU. Fantasy.

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One weekend during your first summer living with Jiho, when you were still just roommates, the two of you had gotten into a massive argument. It was a Saturday towards the end of June and had been the longest day of the year, literally. Summer solstice. The sun had reached its highest point in the sky and the daylight had lasted longer than any other day of the year. Longer than anyone had wanted really. The apartment didn’t have central air so most the day had seen you two bickering over who got to stand directly in front of the open freezer door since the a/c unit in the window had broken down the summer prior and Jiho had never replaced it.

Tensions were already peaked and made worse by the fact that you’d been so hot you couldn’t even think of eating anything other than popsicles, so you were also starving. Irritation levels were bordering on nuclear. You had gone to the refrigerator to grab one of the chilled water bottles, the only thing giving you any relief, when you found that Jiho had taken the last one and hadn’t replaced it. The screaming match lasted for two full hours and the subject matter varied so many times that by the time you walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind you, you couldn't even remember what the original issue had been.

All that afternoon and well after the sun had set, you walked around downtown. You didn’t stop anywhere, you didn’t go inside any air conditioned buildings or cool down with an iced coffee. You walked and you walked and when you thought your feet were going to pop off at the ankle, you kept walking. Finally when you were sticky all over where your sweat had bloomed and dried, and bloomed all over again until you felt like you were more layers of sweat than layers of skin, you went home. Your plan worked.

By the time you’d gotten back to the apartment Jiho had passed out in his room, which meant the argument would remain dead. It also meant you were able to take a nice long cold shower, so long that when you stepped out you were still shivering. And you did it without him complaining about how much water you used. By the time you let your body crash down on the mattress you were so exhausted that you slept well into the next afternoon. Waking up you found that Jiho had gotten up early that morning and purchased a new air conditioner and replaced the water in the refrigerator. He’d put tiny gift bows on each bottle and left a note with a cute cartoon drawing on it that said ‘I’m sorry roomie’. That was the first time you felt anything for him beyond your normal platonic relationship.

That walk, you’d thought, was much worse than this one. The sun was warm here, but the air around you was relatively cool. When you did finally feel yourself starting to perspire you simply took off your sweater, grateful to your past self for remembering to wear a shirt underneath which you didn’t normally do, and wrapped it around your waist. Jiyong seemed completely unphased by anything. Still in his heavy coat and sweater combo, not even a hint of a bead of sweat on his brow.

The only thing that made your other walk slightly better was having all the people to watch, the buildings to peek into, and other general activity often found in cities to observe. Your initial excitement had worn off sooner than you’d hoped as Jiyong led you down a dirt road towards the mountains you’d seen earlier. He’d said that he wanted to get the nasty stuff over with first and the pair of you had been walking the road to Tartarus for what felt like hours. You’d talked a lot along the way but there was a lot of silence as well. You liked both equally. You could, you’d thought to yourself several times, talk to Jiyong for hours about anything and never get tired of it. You could also just be near him silently and have that be enough as well.

“It feels like we’ve been walking forever,” you said as the two of you finally reached the mountain. You squinted up at the bright orb in the sky and then followed Jiyong towards a creek that led to an opening in the mountains, a valley. “But the sun isn’t even at its highest point yet, it’s not even noon.”

“Time works differently here.” he said simply. “It moves slowly at first and then before you know it, it moves very, very quickly.”

You hummed thoughtfully and leaped onto a large rock sticking out above the shallow water. “So what’s down here?”

“Horrible, terrible things I would have never suggested you see or experience in life or in death.” he said quite bluntly.

“Drama queen.” you teased with an eye roll before jumping to the next rock and catching your balance.

Jiyong followed along side the small creek, watching you as you hopped from one large flat rock to the next over and over. He was finding your constant playfulness refreshing. He’d walked this world a million times both by himself and in the company of many others, but you seemed to see it differently than anyone before you. Several times already you’d pointed out things to him that he’d been taking for granted. Smells that you loved, sights you found breathtaking. You saw everything that no one else ever took notice of all while asking a million and one questions. He knew he’d answer a million more for you if you wanted to ask him.

As curious as you were, however, he still didn’t really like the idea of you going to Tartarus. He wasn’t even really fond of you having come this far. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, not any of it. And he still didn’t know enough about you to be sure you could handle it all. You could do things and see things beyond what you should be capable of, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t still mortal. That you weren’t still vulnerable to the tricks and traps of the underworld.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously as you hopped to another rock, “Will you please be careful. If you break an ankle I’m not carrying you. I might drag your body but that’s it, that’s as chivalrous as I get.”

“Listen Frodo, you may enjoy impossibly long walks through deserted wastelands, but I’m just trying to find fun where I can get it, okay?” you said taking another leap.

He scoffed, “I’d like to remind you that this extended journey was your own idea. So desperate to see it all.”

“Maybe,” you said before your next big jump, “so. In fairness to me, when you said there wouldn’t be any creepy skeletons or sad spirits, I thought you were lying. I didn’t realize that besides the people walking around near the gates, we were going to be the only two people in the entire underworld.”

“How long do you think the underworld has been around?” Jiyong asked clasping his hands behind his back as he continued to walk parallel to you.

“Like...awhile.”

“And how many people do you think die every year?” he asked.

“A bajillion.” you said sarcastically, “but doesn’t that just prove my point that there should be more people, more souls, hanging around?”

“Fifty-five million people died last year. Of course that number increases as the number of people being born each year increases, so it wasn’t always that high, but you get the point. So what would you suggest we do with millions of people in our limited space?” he finished his rant.

“What would I suggest ‘we’ do? Who is ‘we’ exactly?”

He seemed to sputter out his response. “Just… whoever runs this place. Not us we, but the general usage of the word.”

You hopped across three large stones landed in the gravel beside Jiyong. “Well then, what do they do with everyone? Mr. I know everything ever about everything ever.”

“It’s a little bit different everywhere,” he started to explain but you grabbed his arm and he paused.

“Who is that?” you asked nervously looking down the creek.

There was a gangly man walking towards the two of you. Torn, dark denim stretched over his impossibly long legs and tucked into dark brown leather hiking boots. On top of that he wore a plain gray hoodie underneath a black coat. His black hair was quaffed to one side and even though his head was down you could see the way his ears pulled away from his head like wings, and you didn’t know why but it made you smile despite your nerves. There was a burlap satchel hanging at his hip that he was digging in, so he hadn’t even noticed the two of you yet.

“Pothos,” Jiyong muttered. The god of longing. One of the three erotes, gods of love and desire. He was a decent friend actually, he and Hades had bonded through their commonalities. Similar to Hades, Pothos had also been duped by his two brothers and was now in charge of those souls who had wasted their lives on unrequited love, in their deaths. “Stay here a minute.”

“Jiyong…” you whispered and squeezed his arm tightly. “Don’t go.”

“You’re okay here, I swear. I’ll be right back.”

He walked away as you watched nervously. Jiyong had almost gotten all the way to the tall man before he’d even realized he wasn’t alone. As he lifted his face you were struck by his features. The soft curve of his chin emphasized the sharp angles of his jaw. His thick eyebrows were shaped with a peak that expressed a mischievousness, matching the cheshire curve of his lips. He smiled when he saw Jiyong as if he knew him, like he wasn’t some trespasser. It earned your curiosity, but you were too far to hear what they said when they spoke.

“Hades!” Pothos greeted the god cheerfully, “Friend, what are you doing here?”

“Shh,” he hissed, “Don’t. Please don’t say that name.”

“Oh..kay.” Pothos said confused, but not surprised. Hades always was a strange one. “Is it already that time of year?”

“No, I’m not here for inspections.” he said clearing his throat, “Why are you here?”

“I was just dropping off some new charges. Went by the pavillion earlier, you’ve got a heavy backlog. They were complaining that you’d disappeared. Where’ve you been?”

“Busy.” he said shortly, hoping that he wouldn’t give too much away.

“With a young woman, perhaps?” Pothos grinned, “Don’t think I didn’t notice your friend. She, who radiates life like no other creature in this realm. Who is she?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The other gods mouth fell in sudden realization, “You don’t want me to use your name because she doesn’t know you’re Hades. That is...curious.”

“No, she doesn’t know and if she finds out from anyone but me,” he said pointedly, “I will tear the wings off that individuals back with my own two hands.”

“Ah, you know they’ll only grow back.” Pothos grinned, “What’s your fake name?”

“You don’t need to know, since you won’t be speaking to her.”

With a charming smile Pothos raised his hand and beckoned you over to them. He turned back to his friend as you started walking towards them, and muttered “Tick Tock.”

“Jiyong.” He groaned just before you stepped up beside him.

“Well hello, darling. Beautiful day, don’t you think?”

You looked to Jiyong who nodded and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’ve been enjoying it so far.”

“And Jiyong here, he’s been treating you kindly?” he asked.

“The kindest I’ve ever been treated.”

“Oh,” Pothos raised an eyebrow in amusement before looking between the two of you for a moment. “Seems I’ve already done my job here then.”

“Great, so you can leave.” Jiyong said with a roll of his eyes.

“Yes, of course, I’ll give you two some privacy.” he winked.

“Wait,” you said suddenly, as he started to take his leave. He turned to you expectantly and you stuttered out, “Can I... is it rude to ask?”

“The wings?” Pothos smiled. You’d noticed the cream colored feathers peeking out from beneath his jacket when you were watching the conversation earlier and had been curious about them ever since. More than anything you wanted to know what they felt like. “Of course. Anything for a friend of...Jiyong. Let me shake them out for you.”

He took his bag off his shoulder and handed it to Jiyong who scowled, and then did the same with his jacket. The hoodie he was wearing had massive slits down the back to account for the wings, which was one of your questions answered. As he stood there the wings grew from the length of his spine to the length of his entire body. He shook his shoulders, ruffling the feathers before expanding them out completely in a dramatic flourish. The power of them blowing your hair like a gust of wind in a storm. Jiyong made a noise at the back of his throat in annoyance.

“They’re all yours.” He called over his shoulder.

You ran your hand down the smooth feathers, they felt like silk against your fingertips. Pothos shivered at the feeling and you pulled your hand away quickly, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that was fine. It felt lovely.” He turned to face you, his smile faded into something sad. As his wings shrunk down to their previous size, he lifted his large hand to your face. He brushed a loose piece of hair from your cheek and let his palm rest on it for a moment before saying, “I’m just afraid that you’re one of mine, darling. For that I’m terribly sorry.”

“She’s not.” Jiyong snapped, tossing the bag and jacket into Pothos arms before snatching your wrist in his hand to pull you behind him, as if to protect you. “We have to go now.”

“I’ve been wrong before.” he said and looked at Jiyong with pity in his eyes, only making the other god more angry. “Have a wonderful day.”

You didn't even get a second to say goodbye before you were being dragged down the length of the creek. Jiyong didn’t stop or speak until Pothos was out of view, until you’d rounded a curve that opened to a length of the valley that was completely covered in red rose bushes. You dug your heels into the ground, effectively halting his sudden rampage. There were small pebbled paths on both sides of the creek, but beyond that it was rose bushes as far as the eye could see. Not just on the floor of the valley, but growing along the walls of it as well.

“Would you…calm down?” you asked, trying to focus on him, but getting too distracted by the sight before you.

“Do not touch them.” he said seeing the longing look in your eyes.

Your jaw clenched at the command and you immediately wanted to defy him. “Why not?”

“Roses have thorns.”

“I think I’ll live with a couple of scratches.” you said sarcastically.

“They’re poisonous.” he responded quickly.

Your nose scrunched, “Seriously?”

“It is the underworld.” he shrugged. He held out his hand for you to grab, you accepted without any more of a fuss. “Here, you can hop on your rocks.”

He walked on the bank between you and the roses, acting like a barrier. You kept your hand in his as you continued your leaping game.

“Who was that guy?” you asked after some time had passed and you were sure that Jiyong had calmed down from his previously frazzled state. “Is he an angel?”

Jiyong scoffed beside you, amused at the thought, “He wishes.”

“He seemed very nice,” you said thoughtfully, “except...what do you think he meant? When he said you’re one of mine.”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not true.”

“Ji…”

“Drop it.” he snapped. You stopped on the last rock you’d landed on and pulled your hand from his. He looked over at you with a sigh, “I’m sorry. Just- it doesn’t matter what he said, if it’s wrong. He’s just a glorified gardener anyway. I don’t want you needlessly worrying about things.”

“Fine.” you said and stubbornly started moving forward without reaching over for his hand again.

“Thank you.” he tucked his hands in his pockets sounding just as grumpy as you.

The feeling of an argument between the two of you didn’t sit well in your stomach. After a moment of silence you called over your shoulder, “You said he’s a gardener?”

“Yeah.”

“And all of these roses, are they his?” Jiyong hummed in confirmation, “He’s not that great at it. Most of these are sad and droopy.”

He hummed again and you sighed dramatically and turned on your heel to face him.

“Are you mad or-” your sneaker slipped on a bit of wet rock. You tried to correct yourself but failed and your eyes blew wide open as you started to fall backwards into the bushes beside the creek.

Jiyong lunged forward and reached out to catch you. His arms kept you from falling completely into the bushes, but your back and head had still dipped into the flowers. Several petals brushed against your neck and cheeks. It was one of the worst noises you’d ever heard in your entire life. A chorus of voices crying out in agony crashed around you. Endless wailing that made you feel like your own heart was breaking in your chest. He pulled you from the flowers as fast as he possibly could, and as soon as you were no longer touching them the screaming was silenced. It was too little too late as the pain from the roses rang in your ears and echoed through your veins.

Back on your own two feet you brushed your cheek with the back of your hand and brought it away with a few drops of blood smeared across it. “Am I going to die?”

“Why would you die? Where are you hurt?” he asked looking over your body in a quick inspection.

“You said they were poisonous.”

“That was a lie,” he confessed, “I just didn’t want you to touch them. I didn't want you to hear them.”

“Explain.” you demanded. Your heart was aching in your chest and you thought you might cry soon, though you weren’t sure why. The sudden strike of emotions was unsettling and you need a reason for it all.

“Each rose in this valley is a soul.” you gasped lightly at his words, “This is the valley of mourning. Every soul here wasted their lives on unrequited love or died of a broken heart.”

“Your friend… he plants these souls. He said I was one of his. What does that mean? Which one am I?” you asked sounding frantic, “Heartbroken or unrequited?”

“Neither. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You won’t rest here.”

“No, I won’t! I won’t rest because I’ll be in agony for all of eternity.” you said brushing a tear from your cheek.

Jiyong grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at him, “This place is not for you.”

“He said…” you’d lost your grasp, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Things change, people are wrong all the time.”

You gasped out a breath between sobs, “God I can’t stop crying. What’s happening to me? I’m so sad.”

“It’s this fucking place.” He muttered, angry at himself. He should have never brought you.

He pulled you into his arms and you cried into his shoulder freely. You couldn’t understand why you had gotten so upset so quickly. As if all of the souls that belonged to the petals that touched your flesh had reached inside of you and you were subsequently feeling each and every one of their hearts breaking over and over again.

“They didn’t do anything wrong.” you sniffed after a minute, stepping back.

“Who?”

“The souls,” you answered, “They didn’t do anything wrong, but they’re still stuck here in agony all alone for the rest of eternity. No one here to listen to their pain or comfort them.”

Reaching out your hand, you cupped a single rose in your palms. There was a gently weeping that rang out around you. It was a soft sound and wrapped around you like a blanket. The weeping soul seeped inside of you. You learned its story, and you cried for it, cried with it. The idea that there were countless others surrounding you, that you would be joining them, made you feel sick.

Jiyong grabbed your hands in his, “Don’t do this. It will just upset you and nothing will change. This is their fate.”

“And mine.” you muttered.

“Not yours.” he said sternly. “Come on, I’m getting you out of here.”

Sniffling the entire way, you walked with him out of the valley. You didn’t understand why you were so affected by it and he didn’t seem to be at all. There were several times on the way out that he had to push flowers out of the way so you could pass by and not even once did he flinch. It was like he couldn’t even hear what you heard. It left you with a feeling of weakness, being so sensitive to it all and you were starting to worry, imagining that it would only get worse from here. That hadn’t even been where people were purposely tortured.

The valley opened up to a vast empty field of long grass. The wide open space before you felt like a relief, and you let out a long deep sigh. You hadn’t even realized the valley was making you feel so claustrophobic until you were actually out of it. Looking out over the emptiness, you felt fine, you felt really good. There was nothing there that looked remotely scary. No ominous movement in the grass to indicate any creatures lurking in wait. Nothing but an empty grass wasteland, and just beyond it a massive rocky hill with a large gaping hole at its base. The entrance to a cave.

“Tatarus.” you said quietly, “It’s so close.”

“I can’t lie. It’s going to be very difficult for you to make it through the field of punishment. You’re already in a weakened state by the valley of mourning.” he looked over at you and you tried to hide your still shaking hands, “I’m not comfortable taking you any further.”

“I’m stronger than you think I am.” you argued stubbornly, though you didn’t entirely feel it in your chest. “And it’s just some grass.”

Jiyong held back a groan, “It’s not a matter of thinking you’re weak or strong. I know very well this won’t be easy for you and I’m worried. I don’t want you to feel even a miniscule amount of the pain that this place can bring. It is inexplicably worse than mourning.”

“Why are you only worried about me and not about yourself?” you asked. Jiyong froze, unable to respond. “Because you think you’re so much stronger than me? Well, you’re not. So let’s just go.”

He sighed and followed behind you as you pushed forward, the long grass brushing against your hips. For the first time since he met you, he was angry with you. Angry that you wouldn’t just listen to him. That you had to be so persistent and curious. Two of the things he loved most about you, coming around to torture him. More than you he was angry with himself, realizing that he pushed you too much. Ever since he realized that there was something in you that was more than mortal he’d been curious too. Putting you into positions that would test you without your knowledge, wanting to know how much you could take.

It wasn’t until your reaction to the valley of mourning that he realized there was still a large part of you that was mortal, and that could be affected by the magic of this world. Now he was worried for you, scared that this would go too far. The closer a person got to the entrance of the cave to Tartarus the more powerful the energy became. Even Hades himself hated going down to the caves, they left a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt uneasy letting you keep on ahead, knowing that soon you would feel it overcome you. He was overwhelmingly concerned that it would change you, drive you mad. It would be his fault if you didn’t come back from this. His fault for being too lenient with you. His fault for not telling you who he was, again and again and again, keeping the secret to himself out of selfishness and fear that you wouldn’t accept him for who he was. The worst part, he’d realized, was that all you had done this entire time was trust him to protect you and he was going to fail.

After you were more than halfway through the field you slowed in the grass, your hand brushing against a bush with tiny white flowers. You’d seen and passed by several of the same kind of bushes as you walked through the field. You wondered what the plant was every time you saw it but had been reluctant to ask Jiyong about it since you’d went off on him. It’s all you thought about on the walk though the grass. It left you feeling like a jerk and you genuinely believed you deserved that. He didn’t think you were weak, you were just being a brat. All he’d done was try to keep you safe, and all you did in return was make it exceedingly more difficult for him with every choice you made.

“Do you know what this is?” you asked, trying to ease the awkward tension between the two of you.

He stepped up beside you and looked over at the small flowerette and hummed thoughtfully, “That’s hemlock.”

You snapped your fingers away from the flower, “Like the poison.”

“I think it’s only deadly if you ingest it,” he said with a small smile as you rubbed your fingers against your jeans. “Just don’t, you know, lick your hands or anything.”

“Is each tiny flower a tortured soul?” you ignored his joke, and looked over at him, thinking that just maybe you were finally understanding.

Jiyong shook his head, “No, the hemlock is planted here to poison the soil.”

Suddenly you were pushed forward from behind, your chest slamming into Jiyongs shoulder. You turned quickly to see a man walking passed you. After staring at him for a long while, wondering where he had come from, you turned back around.

“Jerk... who was that?” You asked annoyed.

“Who was who?” Jiyong asked looking over his shoulder to try and see who you were talking about.

When you looked away from Jiyong you gasped. More people were walking towards the two of you. No one said anything, no one acknowledged you were even there, they just kept pushing passed. As the two of you stood there in the long grass, more and more people seemed to be filtering passed you, all of them in the opposite direction. You felt like a fish swimming up stream.

“Who are all these people?” you asked already feeling your blood tickle with anxiety. “Where’d they even come from?”

“Stay close, don’t let me go.” he said quietly sounding more than concerned

“Let’s keep going.” you said sliding your hands down Jiyongs arm to lock your hand with his. “We should try and get out of this crowd.”

“Stay with me. Y/n? Stay with me.” He said as you walked, he already sounded far away.

“Yeah, of course.”

You kept your body tucked as close to his as you could while you pushed in the opposite direction of the oncoming hoard of people. The further you walked the more people there seemed to be. The swarm just continued to grow thicker and thicker. And every last person that walked passed you was ruthlessly inconsiderate as they jostled you around, making it more and more difficult to keep close to Jiyong. Suddenly it was just your fingernails, dug deep into the fabric of his jacket, keeping you two together. That was until one final heavy body pushed through you, your hand dropped for half a second before you were frantically reaching out, trying to find him again.

“No.” You whimpered, “No. Oh no.”

Trying as hard as you could you searched the crowd to try and find him again but it was useless. You couldn’t differentiate a single thing in front of you. It was a massive blur of movement. Your stomach cramped with anxiety as you tried to push forward. Every once in a while you would catch sight of a back of a head that looked like his, or a flash of a jacket that looked like the one he’d been wearing. Crying out his name you’d push and push through the crowd to get to him, but could never quite reach him before he disappeared again. Half given up at one point you figured he would be pushing forward, so you should just push forward too and you could meet where the crowd broke.

It had to break, there had to be an end to this. Even if you couldn’t see it. Even if the fact that you couldn’t see it terrified you even more than the crowd itself. As you continued to push through you could feel bruises growing on your arms as you were slammed with elbows and shoulders. Every brush of another body against yours made your skin crawl. Your gut had long since twisted into a hard rock and you could feel your chest starting to tighten as well. The group of people seemed to be growing, and the crowd was tightening around you. You gasped for air, stretching your neck to the sky but you weren’t tall enough to break through to the fresh oxygen you needed. Lungs tight, you gasped for breath and you pushed forward. You couldn’t stop, you had to keep going.

Still trudging your way through the crowd something clipped your foot and you crashed down to your knees. Several feet trampled over your hands before you were able to pull them into your chest. The crowd was moving so heavily that you were surrounded by a thick cloud of dust, making you choke as it hit your lungs. Now you had to worry not just about suffocating but also about being trampled to death. You sat in the soft dirt, pulled your knees to your chest, and tucked your head beneath your arms.

“Go away. Go away. Go away.” you gasped through panicked sobs.

You stayed tucked in a ball for what felt like forever, as legs brushed against you, and feet tried to walk over you. Stepping harshly on your arms and back. You could feel how raw your forearms were from where people had dug their shoes into your skin before slipping off of you. You could feel blood dripping down your arms Was this it, you’d wondered, had you died? Was this how you would be tortured for eternity? You wondered what the true punishment was. The tearing pain you felt in your gut, like everything inside of you was being ripped from you? Being trapped in this endless sea of people who were treating your body like a step stool that was just in the way? Was it how alone you felt despite being surrounded by all of these people? The helplessness of it all?

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up at the clear sound of your name. The field had cleared of people. The once long grass had been marched down into mulch. You weren’t sure when he’d arrived but before you, very unexpectedly, stood Jiho about a yard away.

“What? What are you doing here?” you asked through soft sobs.

He stepped towards you, kneeling down to cup your face in his hands, “I heard you were here. I came to find you.”

“I lost him.” as the words fell from your lips it felt like something ripped in your chest and you cried out in pain as another wave of agony passed over you.

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Jiho said wrapping his arms around you, pressing kisses against your tearstained face, “I’ve got you now.”

“No...I lost him.” Another scream escaped you. It was as if every time you said or even thought the words you were struck with another lightning bolt of pain that rippled through your entire body.

“I’m right here, you’re not alone anymore. You’re safe.” Jiho said over and over, trying to pull you tighter against him.

“No!” you screamed shoving him away from you and into the dirt. “Not you! God, it’s hurts so bad.”

“What do you need?” Jiho asked.

“Help me find him! Or kill me!” you begged.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you?” he asked standing up and stepping back, a look of sheer terror on his face.

“It hurts. I’m being ripped apart.” your eyes had been screwed shut with pain, but you opened them, hoping to curb some of the anxiety in your stomach. If you could just see that physically you were fine you could work on some of the other ailments. Everything was not fine.

“No, I mean...what is happening?” Jiho asked again horrified as he stared down at you.

Blinking away tears to try and see clear you saw bits of what looked like red confetti falling in front of you. For a brief moment you were so confused by why there was confetti there that you were able to distract yourself from the pain. Focusing on it for just a moment longer you realized that something wasn’t right. The confetti wasn’t falling down it was floating upwards. It wasn’t confetti at all. Your eyes followed the tiny droplets of blood back down to its source. There was a wet patch of red soaked through your shirt, beads of blood seeping through the fabric one by one and floating up into the sky above. Your breathing became more and more panicked. You tore at the cotton shirt. A muted scream tried to escape your mouth as you stared down at the gaping hole in your chest.

“Help me.” You begged looking up at Jiho, but he was useless, frozen in fear. “Help me! Help!”

You pressed your shaky palms against the wound trying to keep anything else from slipping out. With wide eyes you watched a gold cord slip from between your trembling fingers. Even though you didn’t know what it was or why it was a part of you, you could feel that this cord was important. You knew you couldn’t just let it go.

“No. No!” you cried out as you watched the cord snake its way out of your chest. Following the movement of the blood, it started to float up and away from you. It kept coming and coming, a morbid magic trick. You tried to grab the chord, to pull it back. Slick with blood your hands just slipped over it fruitlessly. “I need that. That’s mine!”

Finally the rope ended and you watched helpless as it lifted into the sky and disappeared into the clouds above. Body still aching in pain, you laid on the ground and cried. Any hope that had been left inside of you had been torn away with the gold cord.

“Let me die.” you closed your eyes and whimpered, “I want to die, let me die.”

You could feel Jiho’s fingers brush over your cheeks as he held your face in his hands and he whispered against your forehead, “Fight it.”

Opening your eyes again Jiho was there, but he was feet away from you, still frozen. However you could feel hands soft against your cheeks. Lifting your hands, you placed them where there should have been nothing, but you could distinctly feel fingers. Moving your hands down there were wrists, and then you squeezed an arm but still you saw nothing in front of you.

“Jiyong?” you choked out.

“There you go, come on.” his voice was a whisper in the back of your mind, “Fight it. Come back.”

“Where?” you cried, “I didn’t go anywhere! You left me!”

“I thought you were so strong before, huh? What happened, you can’t cut it? Not as strong as you thought?” he was taunting you.

“I am, you asshole!” you snapped, you could hear his laugh echoed around you. “I don’t know what to do. Jiyong, I’m really scared.”

“I know you are, it’s okay. Fight it.” he repeated, his voice stronger now, “Come on, come back to me. I know you’re strong enough. I know you can do this.”

You looked back over at Jiho and then to the empty space in front of you. “This isn’t real.”

“It’s not real.” he confirmed.

“I have to go back to what’s real.” you whispered, “I have to go back to you. You’re real.”

“I’m real and you’re real. We’re right here together. Me and you.”

“Just us?”

“Just me and you.” his thumb brushed your cheek.

When you looked again Jiho was gone. The grass that had been trampled down to dirt was swaying tall around you. You let out a deep sigh, and pushed yourself up so you were sitting in the field, “Okay. I can do this...”

You tried to imagine him back in front of you, the way you had at the beach, but it wouldn’t work. You could see bits and pieces but never a clear picture. Something was missing but you didn’t know what. Lifting your face to the sky you looked at the clouds for a long while trying to figure out what to do, hoping they’d spell out some answer for you.

Then you saw it, the gold cord, and it started to float back down. It coiled into a ball in the space before you. In complete reverse of what had happened to you, you began to rebuild Jiyong with the pieces that fell from the sky. Your lips trembled once he was finally whole again in front of you, unsure if this was just another vision that would fade.

Watching your eyes closely he tilted his head and then smiled, “Hi.”

“Did I do it? Is it really you?” you asked. He nodded and your body shot forward like a bullet. Throwing your arms around him you squeezed him tighter than you’d ever held anyone or anything before and buried your face in his neck. “Don’t you ever leave me like that again!”

“I was here the whole time.” he promised, “I never left your side, I swear.”

“Really?” you asked sitting back down in front of him, “What the hell was that?”

“Your worst fear. If you can’t make it out at some point in the nightmare you die and then it starts at the beginning. It cycles like that over and over for eternity.” he said solemnly. “What was your fear? What did you see? You just kept screaming, begging me to kill you. It was fucking awful.”

“You didn’t see it? You didn’t hear anything else?” you asked feeling slightly embarrassed. That meant, if you’d deciphered it correctly, your greatest fear in the whole world was losing Jiyong. It seemed ridiculous to you to even think that could be your one true fear. How had he become so important to you? What was the chord symbolic of?

“No, why? What happened?”

“I, um, I los-” you paused remembering the last time you made an unrequited confession to him. You’d told him you loved him and he hadn’t even acknowledged it. If you told him that losing him was your worst fear and that it felt like your heart was being ripped from your chest, he’d probably run. You weren’t sure you could blame him. Instead you said, “hangnails.”

“Hangnails?”

“Yeah, just kept going and going. Thin little strip flesh pulling and pulling until I didn’t have any skin left.” you lied, trying to make it sound like something torturous.

“That’s disgusting.” he said making a face.

“Super gross.” you agreed and looked around, “Ji, where are all the souls?”

“Each blade of grass in this field is a soul.” he said slowly as if to soften the blow. “They’re planted like seeds. The hemlock seeps into them, it’s what keeps the fear cycling.”

“That’s horrible.” you muttered looking around at the countless blades of grass, knowing what each of those souls were feeling right now, knowing that some of their fears would have left them even worse off than you had been. You felt like throwing up, but instead you started to cry again. Jiyong wrapped his arms around you and you cried onto his shoulder for a second time in as many hours.

“I know,” he whispered against your ear as his hand rubbed up and down your back, “It’s not meant to be nice. It’s not meant for souls as good and gentle as yours. These were not good souls, they’re among the worst. I promise you, they’re not worth your sympathy.”

After a moment more of crying you pulled away and wiped your face. “Sorry, I’m such a mess.”

“You’re fine.” he grinned. “Now will you please just let me take you out of this place for real?”

“No, Ji,” you said and looked across the small bit of grass that stood between you and the mouth of the cave that led to Tatarus, “I said all the way. I meant all the way.”

“Are you insane? After all of that? Are you kidding me? No. I won’t let you, not this time. You will listen to me! We are getting out of here!” he yelled, wide eyed and furious. You held it for as long as you could, which honestly wasn’t long, but you couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “You are...you’re fucking joking.”

“Yeah, this is miserable, get me out of here. Please.” you laughed.

“What a little psycho...” he smiled, shaking his head in disbelief as he stood up.

“Help me.” you whined lifting your hands up.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you upward to your feet. A little lightheaded you wobbled forward and into his chest. He looked down at you genuinely concerned, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Just a little woozy.” you smiled up at him, “You should carry me, in your arms like a baby.”

“Um, no.” He scoffed and pulled your arm over his shoulder.

“Fine, wounded soldier, just toss me over your shoulder.” he snorted with laughter as you started walking, “Piggyback? You can be Dora, I’ll be your talking backpack as we adventure through the underworld.”

“No way.” he said looking over at you sternly. “You wanted to come here so bad, you gotta walk out on your own two feet. You can do it, you’re strong. You don’t need me.”

“Just because I don’t need you doesn’t mean I don’t want you.” you muttered more to yourself, but Jiyong caught it. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and you choked out, “Y-Your help. Want your help.”

He sighed, “Do you really want me to carry you out of here?”

“No.” you laughed, shaking your head. “This is good, I like this.”

You moved your arm down around his waist and hooked your finger through a belt loop on his pants. He shrugged, tightening his grip around your hip. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

The only thing you were sure about was that your nightmare wasn’t the only thing making your legs weak.

#kwon jiyong scenario #g dragon scenario #big bang scenarios #kpop scenarios #Everlong

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neil-neil-orange-peel · 4 years

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Fairy Crossing

Hello! Thought I’d finally chip in something to the English folklore AU @adrianamber666 and I have made. This is about a certain couple of Rik’s characters and their not so friendly introduction to one another…

Hope you enjoy! :D

“You!”

He couldn’t quite believe it. There it was – right in front of him! It had touched him, bumped into him, as if that was acceptable. As if they were equals. As if just because this… this imposter had been blessed with a disguise that resembled him, that made it perfectly alright for it to pollute his vicinity with its feeble existence.

Alan B’Stard could tell a fae from across a crowded room; growing up surrounded by them did tend to have that effect. However, when the fae looked just like you – well, you but lesser? That was too easy.

It seemed startled, as if it hadn’t expected him to react. Did it honestly believe it could be arrogant enough to cross him in broad daylight on a street as empty as this one and not expect to pay? Neither of them were moving but Alan couldn’t let that be the end of it. Not now.

Fear, fury and shock crackled in the air like lightning primed to strike. Alan realised he was pointing at it, his left arm fully outstretched and tensed. It wasn’t even glancing up at him. Had his parents – the parents this parasite had been scrounging off for so long – not taught it any respect? Didn’t it realise who he was?

“You!”

He was more venomous now; he could feel the unadulterated rage coursing through his veins. It was familiar, cold, dangerous. Alan hadn’t planned to seek this creature out. Truth be told, he had assumed in all likelihood that it would be long dead by now. Changelings were weak, the fae had told him, that was why they were switched. Switched for humans like him.

Perfect humans. Prizes. Pets.

Alan ground his teeth. The thing trembled, whimpering pathetically. It wasn’t going to challenge him, that much was obvious. It wasn’t going to confirm or deny what they both knew was the truth. A demonic grin – perhaps one worthy of the fae Alan had so purposefully left behind him – grew slowly across his face. There was no mercy in his eyes.

“Wh-what do you want?” it finally asked.

Its voice! Again, how could this thing be so like him yet so inferior? It was like the fae had twisted his image into a laughable shadow as another cruel joke. How embarrassing it was that the human world thought this was who Alan was. This was all he amounted to.

Well, he would have to prove them wrong.

“What do I want?” Alan repeated, darkness underlying his tone, “I want what you took from me all those years ago.”

Its eyes suddenly widened in what had to have been mock realisation.

“The night we were switched by the fairies. Do you remember?”

Not entirely unexpectedly, it chose this moment to bolt away. Far away. As far as the street would take it. Alan watched its scurrying figure, could smell the stench of panic it left in the wind; he continued to grin. A laugh broke free and it was a wicked one. A laugh that could cut through ice.

“You can run, brother dearest, but you can’t hide! Not from me!” he shouted at it.

He knew it could still hear him. He could tell by the sharp jerk in its running pattern.

Of course, the two weren’t brothers, certainly not! Alan wasn’t capable of actually being related to such a weak being. No, the changeling had simply wronged him. Deeply.

And if there was one useful thing the fae had taught Alan B’Stard, it was to never let those who wronged you get away with it.

#the young ones #tyo #the new statesman #fanfic #rick pratt #alan b'stard #changeling!rick #english folklore au #mwahaha

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rapperkookz · 5 years

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Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au w/ @cynoirsure

 a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

 22/35 

word count: 2.8K

 genre: fluff  

warnings: swearing

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 Narrator’s POV

Seokjin squinted at his texts, reading them once more as he walked over to the music school. It was already kind of suspicious that Jinhee was out practicing late considering the girl never practices and only uses the practice rooms to get away from people. It was also weird that Yoongi opted to practice this late when Seokjin knew very well that he loved his sleep and his cat so he never made plans past 10 unless it was a Beta Tau party. After getting out of the elevator to the practice rooms, Seokjin pursed his lips, scanning his own ID in order to open the doors to the practice chambers. No one outside of the music major could have access to the practice rooms unless they were enrolled in a music course so Seokjin was thankful that he picked up that guitar class as a blowoff course for his last semester, although he could play guitar pretty well.

Seokjin walked through the halls of the practice rooms, his senses heightened. Given the fact that most of the practice rooms had no light on or there was someone packing up to leave, he felt that anyone could sneak up on him and scare the living daylights out of him. Seokjin sighed, reaching the dead end of the practice chambers. He still didn’t hear anything, the only sound that he had heard along the way was some low brass fudging through a Hank Mobley piece that’s played every year at the jazz showcase.

His nose crinkled. If his best friend and his line brother weren’t in the practice rooms, then where could they be? Something clicked in Seokjin’s head. Maybe they were back in Yoongi’s dorm doing god knows wh— Seokjin turned on heels, immediately beginning to make his way out of the practice chambers and over to the elevators in order to go barge into Yoongi’s dorm to catch them in the act. It wasn’t until he got to the elevators that he heard a whine coming from a classroom adjacent to the practice rooms.

 “Yoongi, I tried! Stop clocking me for these small things!” Seokjin had never been so thankful that his soulmate was loud. He followed the younger’s voice to a nearby classroom, whatever creaking that would’ve been caused by the music school’s floors covered by the youngest’s protests. He looked through the patio-like glass doors to see his soulmate and his best friend in front of one of the whiteboards with a music staff on it, two different colored music notes written on it. The composition in blue was a lot more neat than the other one written in black, so he could point out Jinhee’s writing compared to Yoongi’s easily. It looked as if they were doing some macroanaylsis work for music theory, Yoongi testing Jinhee on her skills.

 “I’m not being mean. You got this wrong, it’s a secondary dominant, not a major minor second inversion.” Yoongi put the correct answer on the board, Jinhee only crossing her arms and scrunching her face in a similar way to how Seokjin does when he’s fake upset. He could only tell the girl wasn’t upset since her soft eyes betrayed the rest of her seemingly upset expression. Yoongi clicked his tongue at the whiteboard, making a large circle around one of Jinhee’s notes. “Come on, Jinhee. You’re smarter than this, aren’t you? A careless mistake such as a parallel octave? That doesn’t even make sense for the next chord! You really just want the tenors to make that large jump don’t you? Their line doesn’t even move around all that much in the first place.”

 “WELL TENORS DON’T DESERVE SHIT MIN YOONGI, BASSES ARE THE SUPERIOR RACE!” Jinhee exclaimed loudly, making Yoongi flinch at the way she suddenly raised her voice. Seokjin also jumped in the hallway just slightly, before he realized what Jinhee had said to him.

 “Wait Jinhee, isn’t Seokjin a tenor?”  

“And what about it? Seokjinie can suck my toes.” Yoongi scrunched his nose at this statement, tilting his head confusedly at how Jinhee had switched over from Korean to say that last sentence in English. “What? The sentence doesn’t translate right in Korean.”

 “… I guess so.” Was all Yoongi had to say back, going back to grading her analysis. “Well, luckily those were the only two mistakes this time around. Good job, Jinhee.” Yoongi patted her head, her expression brightening.

 “Oh thank god! Thank you so much for helping me out with this! I was super stumped on this for like the last few days and I have a quiz like, tomorrow on this.” Jinhee’s smile brightened, going in to hug him. Yoongi’s ears turned red, awkwardly patting her back when he noticed the clock.

 “Ah, it’s 11:30, we should get going soon, yeah?” Yoongi pulled away first (much to his own dismay, as well as Jinhee’s), the younger one turning to the clock and nodding. “Don’t want you being late to your 7AM.” Yoongi added on as an afterthought, making her laugh a little.

 “I mean, I don’t sleep anyways so I guess it’s fine?” Jinhee went over to her bag, shoving the manuscript staff paper back into her bag. She stilled for a quick second and Seokjin almost thought his cover was busted because she was looking out the classroom. He tried to look closer at her without revealing his spot, a blank stare in her eyes instead of one of intent. He exhaled silently, watching her pull out a repurposed Starbucks bag decorated with hand drawn cherry blossom petals and wrapped with a red ribbon. “Hey, Yoon…” Jinhee’s nickname for the pianist almost fell from her lips, “..gi?” Jinhee turned to the older man, her hands hiding the gift behind her back.

 Yoongi perked up from where his bag was, tilting his head. “Hm, what’s up, Jinhee?” Yoongi scanned her for anything weird, Jinhee walking towards him and tipping back and forth on her feet when she stopped far enough for Yoongi to still have personal space, but close enough that they only had a few steps before either one of them could collide into the other. Seokjin could see the telltale signs of nervousness written all over Jinhee, the youngest one turning a light shade of pink.

 “W-well, I just really wanted to thank you? For everything, at this point, but mostly the fact that you’ve been a really great accompanist and a great tutor for theory as well…” Jinhee reached up to run a hand through her hair, her other arm moving to show him the gift bag. “So I got you a little something?”

 Yoongi’s eyes widened, accepting the gift that was extended out to him. “It’s nothing, really, is it okay if I open it now?” With the confirmation of Jinhee in the form of a small nod, Yoongi peeked into the bag. Staring back at him were two highly sought after MIDI controllers, the OP-1 and the OP-Z in mint condition. His jaw dropped in shock, eyes going up to Jinhee and then back at the controllers. “How’d you know I wanted these two? Also, these cost a fortune, how’d you manage to buy these?” Yoongi picked up the bigger controller, shocked at the condition of it.

 Jinhee only smiled shyly, looking down. “Oh, I think I saw you talking about it on your Twitter the other day? Also my friend was selling them for ₩793,000 so I just bought it off of him.” Seokjin snorted inwardly at this statement, remembering how a few weeks ago, Jinhee lazily pulled out her black card and propped it up against her laptop, casually adding both devices to the online shopping cart while they were doing homework on the couch in his apartment.

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 “Seokjinie, is ordering both the OP-1 and OP-Z like… Overkill? Or should I just get one? I mean it’s only $2000 after shipping?” Jinhee bit her lip, looking up at Seokjin and then back at her screen. She threw her head back, laying on his lap and groaning. “God I mean… The OP-Z is like almost out of stock so it’s totally okay to get one, right? I’m gonna buy both.” Jinhee nodded, typing in her home address and her card number.

 Seokjin looked at her bewildered, mouth gaping like a fish. “Choi Jinhee, how much is that in KRW?” Seokjin watched as she pressed order, the younger one shrugging as she sat up to put her card away in her wallet. She hummed for a quick moment while putting her card away, looking over at him.  “Uh, ₩2,267,760? Not that mu–”

 “Do not finish that sentence. Why are you spending so much money on equipment? You don’t even compose and you barely passed music tech.” Seokjin pointed accusingly, Jinhee only laughing uncomfortably.

 “O-oh… Haha um…” Jinhee stalled, but it was only a few seconds before Seokjin realized where he had heard of the equipment that Jinhee had just bought.

 “Jinhee. Did you buy all of that for Min Yoongi after seeing him tweet about wanting new equipment, specifically those two MIDI controllers this morning?” Seokjin shook his head. “Just confess to him and suck his dick already, you’re so whipped for him.”

 “Oh my god, shut UP Seokjinie!” Jinhee whined, covering her face in embarrassment. “Also please don’t tell him! I swear this is the only gift I’ve gotten for him! I swear I’m still a broke bit–”  

“Don’t lie, you literally just pulled out a black card??”

 “SEOKJIN, seriously! I will do anything for you to play along with this, please?”  “Pay for my college debt and use honorifics around me all the time instead of whenever you want something from me, you brat.” Seokjin grinned, much to Jinhee’s dismay. She shut her laptop and placed it on the coffee table, groaning as she fell back into his lap.

 “I’m already kinda helping out with that first one, and the second one, over my dead body.”

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“This is seriously unbelievable, I could kiss you right now… Is that okay…? Can I kiss you?”

Yoongi’s voice brought Seokjin back to reality, the question itself shocking both Seokjin and Jinhee. God, if this was how Yoongi confesses to Jinhee, Seokjin cringed a little. Yoongi had more class than that, right? Jinhee was silent for a little, her heart and mind racing with a million and one thoughts. She considered all the possible outcomes before deciding one kiss—with the person she’d been crushing on lowkey for almost 4 months—wouldn’t hurt.

 “I-I mean, sure?” Seokjin fumbled for his phone, checking about 5 times if his ringer was off before positioning the camera to point at the scene before him. In the classroom, Yoongi cupped Jinhee’s pink cheeks that almost matched her hair, leaning in for a small kiss that ended as quickly as it began. Seokjin was lucky enough to catch a picture, a quiet victory as he walked to the elevators to catch a ride down. He trusted that Yoongi could keep Jinhee in good company walking back to their dorms, so he just hummed softly to himself, riding the elevators down to go back to his apartment.

 “Do you wanna head back together, Jinhee? It’s late so…” Yoongi shrugged his backpack on, the singer shouldering the cross body bag. Jinhee shook her head.

 “No no, it’s okay! I just remembered that I need to make copies for a class, you can go on ahead! Besides, if a creep comes up on me, I’ll just hit them with my hydroflask.” Jinhee grinned at Yoongi, holding up her water bottle. Yoongi only nodded almost skeptically, but knowing she wouldn’t budge, he reached for the door.

 “Okay, well text me when you get back to your dorm, yeah? See you later, Jinhee.” Yoongi nodded to her, earning a smile and wave from her as he opened the door. As soon as the door closed, Jinhee let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding, pulling out her earbuds and picking a song to play while she walked along the lake walk for a little.

 “Ah, seriously, why does life have to be like this…” The girl made her way down with the elevator, walking along the lakefront. It wasn’t long before she spotted two familiar figures, a grin spreading on her lips before she lightly jogged over to them. “Tae! Kev!”

 The couple looked up at the pink haired girl walking over to them, wiggling in the process as she usually did when she saw someone she knew. “Oh? Miss Choi Jinhee? What are you doing out this late?” Kevin raised his eyebrow at his best friend. “You didn’t work tonight, did you?”

 “No, I was rehearsing with Yoon!” Jinhee smiled, but immediately regretted telling the two because they started wiggling their brows at her. “You two are gross and so mean to me! I’m gonna head back to my dorm so goodnight!! Have fun on your date or whatever!!” Jinhee immediately followed up, storming past the two.  

Kevin only laughed at her reaction, him and Taehyung walking past campus to the beach nearby. “Choi Jinhee is such a character, isn’t she?” Taehyung joked lightly, following Kevin to the rocks on the point of the beach.

The nights were getting warmer, signaling the end of the very long winter in Korea and the beginning of summer. Kevin helped Taehyung sit on the large rocks that loomed over the edge of the water, the water itself being at low tide so it barely touched either of the boys as they dangled their feet over the edge. Taehyung had gone silent after that, looking over the lake. He leaned into Kevin, sighing a little.

 “Kev, what are your plans for the future? I know we were talking it the other day, but I don’t think you ever got to answer before Jungkookie and y/n had their sexual tension bleeding into the group chat.” Taehyung joked a little, watching how the moon reflected over the lake. He closed his eyes, listening to his favorite sounds around him, the melodious sounds of the waves and the slow breathing of his boyfriend. Kevin hummed, his hand coming to play with one of Taehyung’s.  

“Me? I want to become an anesthesiologist.” Tae pouted a little, his eyes making contact w the younger one who was only smiling a little by telling his dreams to his boyfriend.

 “Is there space for me in your future, too?” Taehyung asked quietly, the hand that Kevin was playing with tensing for a slight moment. He stroked the bigger hand softly, smiling.  

“Of course, why wouldn’t there be?” Kevin’s other hand ran a finger through Taehyung’s hair, the boy falling silent in his arms. Kevin stopped, sitting up properly and sitting Taehyung up as well so that they were making eye contact. “Are you okay, Tae?”

 Taehyung was refusing to make eye contact with Kevin, which only made the younger one anxious. “… My parents are coming to visit in a few weeks and I want you to meet them.” Taehyung exhaled, finally making eye contact with Kevin. Kevin’s eyes widened a little in surprise, his mouth forming a little o.  “Actually?” Kevin blinked, stroking Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung nodded, leaning into Kevin’s touch with a little pout.

 “They don’t really know that I’m out yet, but I mean… They love me so much and maybe if I show them how happy I am with you and that it’s not just an act, they won’t be disproving of me being bi…? You know how Asian parents are, and it doesn’t change even if I’m from overseas and from Paris, the biggest LGBT+ community in Europe. I’m just scared they won’t accept that I like boys as well as girls…” Taehyung’s eyes became distant once more, the worry evident in his face which only made Kevin frown. Kevin leaned in to leave two kisses on the apples of Taehyung’s cheeks, which brought him back to meet Kevin’s eyes.

 “Don’t be scared, okay? I’d love to meet your parents, if they’re as lovely as you tell me they are.” Kevin smiled, stroking Taehyung’s cheek where he had just kissed it. The two fell into silence, one that didn’t seem awkward or stiff. Taehyung rearranged himself, pulling away from Kevin’s endearing hold. His knees awkwardly bumped into Kevin’s before he reverted back into his old position of sitting inbetween Kevin’s legs, leaning back into his chest.

 “… Thank you for loving me, Kev.” Taehyung’s gratitude was quiet, but didn’t go unnoticed by Kevin. The younger one could only smile, his hands that were once at Taehyung’s side supporting him tilting Taehyung’s head to the side so he could dip down and kiss his temple.  

“I love you, you know that? You mean the world to me.” Kevin stifled a yawn, swaying the older one in his arms. “I think we should start heading back, yeah? It’s late.”

Taehyung nodded, swinging his feet over so that he was leaning towards land, his feet landing in the soft sand. Kevin landed right beside him, extending his hand to Taehyung. The older one’s hand slid comfortably into Kevin’s, the both of them gently swinging their arms while they headed back to their dorm.

 4-15-19

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ask-dbd-wh-au · 7 months

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DBD AU Welcome Home Reference Sheets + Facts

Wally and Y/N are the only two currently trapped in the Entity's realm!

The Neighborhood! Currently Unaware of Wally's whereabouts and is assumed missing/dead, they have no idea about the entity at all nor know who Y/N is.

Fun Facts About DBD (Dead by Daylight) AU Wally:

He was captured by the entity and is one of the many made to kill to feed the entity unwillingly

He obeys the entity in hopes of one day returning home/to his friends

The further the match goes on the more his hair starts to fall down out of his pompadour

Whenever he's seen crying black ink its majority of the time him mourning what he's lost and/or missing his friends/Home

Sometimes when he's alone he mutters to himself either about his friends, echoing convos he used to have w/ them, or is talkin to 'them' despite no one bein there

He hums Beautiful Dreamer to himself, almost like a comfort to distract himself from the reality of things

His hums work a lot like the Huntress

His eyes are always wide open, rarely lidded/relaxed

The entity absorbed itself partially into Wally's body and only bursts out in the back to make the claws to travel

The claws Wally can mostly control, the tendrils/tentacles is entirely the entity and he has absolute no control over them

The claws are entirely inspired by the same ones that covers gens and forms on hooks so think of them as relatively the same

Whenever Wally resists the Entity he feels intense pain throughout his whole body bc of the entity

Wally has only most control in the claws bc if he stays still/refuse to chase the Entity will take control and force Wally to go after survivors again; In a way the Entity is like a puppeteer if Wally disobeys, it takes control of his movements until he does what it wants again

Wally isn't willingly killing anyone, he does so because of the entity and the empty promise that obeying means he'll return home one day

Wally disassociates often bc of having to kill and sometimes hallucinates audio and visually

There's no true way for Wally to see/reunite with his friends unless he finally escapes the entity or the entity kidnaps them to become a survivor

The others don't know where Wally has gone, Home is the most distressed about this with Barnaby being a close second

The AU works with the theory/concept that WH exists in like a pocket universe where all the puppets are actually alive however Wally is the only one with a puppet in the real world/human world that he can actually control and such + is the only one aware of the real world outside of Home who only knows because Wally confided to him about it

DBD! Wally's Mori:

FAQ About the DBD AU

Q: What is DBD? A: Its an abbreviation for dead by daylight, what's dead by daylight? Its a game, google can go more in depth about it more than I can!

Q: Will any of your aus be made into ai chat bots? A: No. My boundaries have been breached a million times over on this so anyone mentioning anything about ai bots will get blocked.

Q: Is DBD Wally a spider? A: No, he had no bug like influence. Wally was inspired by the Entity claws from the actual game and Doc Oc from Spiderman/Spiderverse.I have a huge bug/arachnophobia so no, he is not a spider

#welcome home dbd au #wally darling dbd au #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #dbd au #dead by daylight WH au #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #sally starlet #frank frankly #eddie dear #julie joyful #welcome home home #Demi's art

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vwildmage · 7 years

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Trollhunters Gem AU - Cracked

Summary: Jim’s gemstone is cracked during the Battle of the Bridges, and he throws any semblance of humanity to the wind in order to finish the fight

Toby had watched as it happened.

When Jim was locked in combat with Bular under the bridge, the troll had picked him up and slammed him, gem-first, against one of the beams. The effect had been immediate. Jim’s entire body had flickered upon impact, a clear sign that his gem had been damaged.

They were too far away to help. They had only been able to watch as the Lapis Lazuli that had been chosen as Trollhunter struggled to fight off the vicious Gumm-Gumm, and watch they did. They saw as Jim out-maneuvered his enemy, stabbing him in the chest and sending him plummeting through burning sunlight and into the canal. Jim was victorious, but the ominous flickering of his form reminded them that he hadn’t emerged unscathed.

Toby was the first to race across the bridge, making a bee-line for the blue gem as he hauled himself over the railing. The trolls were not far behind, Blinky running as fast as his legs could carry him, and Arrrgh helping the injured Draal keep his balance. They stopped a few yards away, staring at Jim in something akin to horror.

“What’s happening to him?” Blinky spoke first, tone fraught with worry and distress. “What’s wrong? Is he injured?”

Toby stepped forward, reaching out to his friend. Jim was leaning heavily against the rail, one arm curled around his side and reaching for his gem. He wasn’t looking at them, didn’t seem to even hear them, but Toby could see the pain on his face.

“He’s cracked. His gem is cracked.” Toby’s voice was almost a whisper. With all of his focus on Jim, he didn’t see the varying levels of shock, fear, and concern that passed across the trolls expressions. Cracked...

The gems had informed them about their abilities, including the ability to survive the destruction of their physical forms as long as their gems remained intact. A cracked gemstone is a death sentence, they had said. Unless healed immediately, a cracked gem is soon to shatter. Once a gem is shattered, they’re gone for good.

A flash of movement caught them all off guard as an unfortunately familiar face made his presence known.

Why wasn’t he dead yet?!

Bular had been impaled by Daylight, fallen through a sunbeam, and overtaken by the rushing water below. Despite all of this, the son of Gunmar had come roaring back over the side of the bridge, hellbent on taking one of them out before dying himself.

Toby wrapped his arms around Jim and tried to drag him out of harms way. The movement gained the attention of dying Gumm-Gumm, and he lunged towards them, snarling. His strike sent the two Gems sprawling, leaving them open to another attack. Before Bular could go in for the kill, he found himself blocked by Arrrgh. The normally easygoing troll was growling with a ferocity to match his opponent’s, his eyes glowing with internal green light as he grappled with the other.

The entire bridge shook as something slammed against it. Toby stumbled for a moment, then found his footing and looked back at the scene before him. The water beneath them had surged violently upwards, tendrils splitting off and wrapping around Bular to tear him away from the bridge. Arrrgh backed away, surprised and wary. Everyone stared in shock.

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you,” a distorted voice echoed through the air, and everyone whirled to look for it’s source. All eyes fell to the gleaming blue figure that stood a few paces away. Jim held himself upright, heedless of the glowing fractures that spread across his skin. Streams of water poured from his eyes and mouth, pooling around his feet in a puddle that remained undisturbed even as the wind began to pick up. Toby sucked in a breath he technically didn’t need, staring at his friend in near panic.

“Jim!” He called desperately. “Your powers! You’re going to break yourself!”

Jim ignored the cry, extending his left hand palm up, fingers curled slightly. The massive watery hand rose into the air in sync with his movements. Bular roared and thrashed as he was lifted, the liquid digits crystallizing into ice and constricting.

Jim’s other hand came up, extending against the flow of water in the canal. The flow stopped beneath the bridge, and an ominous bulge began to form behind them. Immediately downstream, a gap formed in the water, exposing solid concrete. The water hand and the figure it held rose higher, then stopped.

“You really are a pitiful sight,” he spoke calmly, almost emotionless. “The son of Gunmar himself, the one who has slain countless humans, trolls, and Trollhunters, reduced to this,” his expression darkened and his voice went cold. “You brought this on yourself.”

He brought his left hand down in a swift gesture, and the watery structure whipped downward. The water restraining the troll shifted in the blink of an eye, moving to hold him by one leg and leaving the rest of him unshielded from the rapidly approaching ground. Bular roared, defiant to the last. His cry of fury was cut off as he struck the concrete and shattered on impact. Jim waved his other hand sharply, and all of the water that had been held back behind the bridge came hurtling forward. The wave crashed violently down upon the pile of rubble that had been Bular, grinding the stones into pebbles and sand, and aggressively flinging them to be scattered for miles downstream.

For a moment, there was silence, save for the splashing of the water beneath them. Toby glanced worriedly towards the trolls, who were mute with shock and staring over the edge, and then turned and sprinted over to Jim’s side.

The Trollhunter was somehow still standing, but judging from the way he was swaying, he was on the verge of collapse. He was leaning against the rail, struggling to hold himself up, when the arm supporting his weight suddenly glitched, seeming to crumble and dissolve at the same time. Toby reached him just in time to keep him from fall onto his gem and cracking it further.

“Ow,” Jim muttered. Understatement of the century.

“Well, you didn’t do yourself any favors by exerting your power like that,” Toby snapped, drawing the attention of the others. Alright, that had come out a bit more harsh than he’d intended. His face held only worry for the blue gem, and he looped an arm around Jim’s back, trying to avoid his gem as he helped him to stand. “Come on, we need to-”

His words failed as Jim collapsed, legs dissolving just as his arm had. Toby had to clench his teeth to keep from crying out in worry. Once he was sure he wouldn’t, he tried for a joke. “Jim, now is not the time to go all melty on me. We’ve got stuff to do.”

The sound of approaching footsteps caused him to cast a quick look over at Blinky, who was the first to reach them, a look of barely contained panic on his face. Arrrgh and Draal were not far behind, expressions grim. They slowed to a halt a few paces away, as if afraid that their presence alone might cause more damage.

“Master Jim, are you... you’re...” Blinky’s words failed him as he reached towards his injured student. He turned to Toby with a pleading look. “Is he going to make it? Is there anything we can do?”

“You make it sound like I’m about to die,” Jim chuckled weakly. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m jus t ... t i r e d...” The flickering and glitching grew worse, and his voice faded into static.

Everyone flinched as Jim’s form gave out suddenly, bursting into a cloud that dissipated and left a cracked blue gemstone temporarily suspended in the air. Toby quickly reached forward and caught it as it fell. He stared at it for a moment, forlorn. Then he shook his head and bubbled his friend’s gem with care. He would not allow Jim to be shattered simply by accident.

Blinky looked distraught, as did Arrrgh. Draal was better at keeping his emotions hidden, but even he displayed sorrow and concern.

“There’s still time,” Toby murmured, sounding subdued despite the reassurance. “He needs healing though. He couldn’t even maintain his body, there’s no way he’ll be able to reform, not without the risk of shattering himself.”

“We can take him to Trollmarket. Vendel might-” Blinky began, but Toby shook his head.

“Vendel might know how to fix him, but we don’t know that for certain. There’s only one group on this planet that has a sure way to heal him.” The Topaz gazed at the damaged gem for a moment longer, then looked up at the trolls.

“We have to go to the Crystal Gems.”

Alright, it’s finally done! I will admit, I’m not entirely satisfied with this, but as I said before, we’ve got a storm front rolling in (it’s starting to move over us right now actually) and it’s going to get messy. I wanted to post this now because I won’t be able to do so if the power goes out (or if I die in a tornado). I might go over this again and edit it (if i’m still alive) and if I do, I’ll make a new post with a link to the edited version

#Trollhunters #Trollhunters Gem AU #TH Gem AU #Bular #Jim Lake #Toby Domzalski #Blinky #Arrrgh #Draal

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petitprincess1 · 4 years

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Good Evening (Human AU)

AO3 Link Summary: Stop me if you’ve heard this one: A mob-child, a daughter to the mayor, and a sex worker end up killing a man in the dead of night and have no idea how to get rid of the body. Luckily, a permanently smiling man was there to aid them and needed new puppets to cure his boredom. Words: 1,512 This was literally just based off of a chat post that I made. I have kind of an idea where this is going. Thankfully, it’s fun to work with a bit of madness. ~~~ An icy chill whipped through the spindly, bare trees, causing the moonlight peeking through them to become slightly obscured through their wild movements. Luckily, it also made it harder to see the body that was growing colder on the ground as blood drained out from their head. Three people stared down at the body. Two girls- one of them a golden blonde and the other a dyed silvery grey -and one man, who was brushing his hand through his fluffy white hair in an aggravated way. The blonde girl held a thick branch in her hand that had a bit of blood and skin at the blunt end of it. She was shaking where she stood as she stared down at the man that wore heart-shaped sunglasses. The silver haired girl’s chest was heaving, but she was mostly focused on the blonde, looking scared and worried. The skinny man seemed less perturbed by the sight and more thinking of the next plan. The girl dropped the branch as she gulped, “Is…Is…D-Did I-”

The other lady spoke, “Charlie, d-don’t worry about it. It-It was clearly self-defense!”

The guy scoffed, crouching down to poke the body, “Self-defense? Sweetheart, ya gotta come up with a better story than that. I was fine up until you broads came in here.”

“What!? That’s absolute bullshit! We saved your life and you know it, Angelo! Even though I say that you should have just gotten dragged-” Charlie suddenly grabbed onto the dark-skinned girl and shouted, “Vaggie, that’s enough! Please just….stop.”

Charlie’s skin looked paler than it ever did and she felt a cold sweat as she stared at the corpse. Vaggie glanced over at the girl and rubbed her shoulders, sighing, “I’m sorry. I just…ugh…fuck…”

She took a step back away from the golden-haired girl and lightly paced around, placing her hands on her head. Angelo just grabbed a cigarette box and lighter from the corpse’s body. He was about to light a cig, but Charlie smacked it out of his hands. She whimpered, “No! Stop! ….We….We can’t touch anything on his body. We, uh, g-gotta do s-something. We need to do something! Wh-What do we do?”

She asked, looking at the two, and trying her best to not curl up on the frosty forest floor. Vaggie bit her lip and looked back at the body, pushing back her bangs a bit and suggesting, “O-Okay, let’s…bury the body!”

Angelo quickly informed, leaning up against a tree, “Eh, I wouldn’t do that. Our prints are goin’ ta be all over the stiff. …Plus, where exactly are we goin’ ta get shovels? Outta our ass?”

Vaggie glared at him and huffed, “How about you actually try and contribute to this? He’s yours after all!”

He hummed, “I….wouldn’t really call him mine. Besides, I’m already gonna be in some deep shit when I return without Val!”

“You think I give a shit!?”

“You should because-” The two the continued arguing back-and-forth with one another, while Charlie sunk to the ground with her legs tucked against her body. She quietly muttered to herself and slightly rocked, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s fine. This can all easily be explained. Plus, like Vaggie said, it was self-defense. That’s perfectly excusable and there’s totally no other negative repercussions that could come from this like an investigation or whatever shady business was going on with those two. …We’re fucked. We’re so fucked! I wish we just had a-”

“Shovel?” A handle to a shovel tapped at Charlie’s shoulder, making her jump and quickly take it. She whimpered, “Oh my god! Yes! Thank you so…I-I mean…I-” she stammered as she stared up at the brown-skinned, bespectacled, and oddly well-dressed man. Angelo and Vaggie also stopped arguing to stared at the man as if they were deer in headlights. The man’s eyes traveled slowly down to the corpse on the ground, along with the bloodied branch, and hummed, “My goodness, this man must have had quite a rough night to meet such a cruel and sloppily executed fate. What’s even worse is that you just left him with the weapon. Tsk tsk. Truly, he deserved better.”

The three just stared at the man in stunned silence, not knowing what exactly to say to such a lackadaisical response. Well, that was until Charlie practically wrapped herself around his legs and cried out, “Noooooooo!! Please!! Don’t say anything! I was scared! I didn’t know what to do when I saw him reach inside of his jacket!!! I just grabbed whatever was near! Please don’t tell my dadddd!”

The man stared down at her with a wide smile that grew a bit when his eyes traveled back up to the others. Vaggie seemed to immediately tense up at him looking at her, while Angelo just saluted, “Sup?”

The man hummed as he unhooked Charlie from his legs and walked over to the body, “Well, now, this just won’t do. I would suggest burying the body, but I’m afraid that burying him whole would just be too obvious. Plus, the ground will be a bit hard from the cold and it will be daylight soon. You’re quite lucky that I ran into you three and that I have a car nearby. Quite the coincidence, is it not? Hahaha!”

He then tossed the shovel in Vaggie’s direction, making the girl instinctively catch it. The man then got to lifting the man and placing him over his shoulder like the lightest bag of potatoes. Vaggie complained, “Hey, what exactly are you doing with him? Also, how the hell do we know you aren’t just going to rat us out?”

He blinked at her and started, “Now, those are excellent questions….” he then quickly turned and started walking away. The dark-skinned girl just groaned and was about to yell at him, but Angelo smacked a hand over her mouth. He shushed her, “Wouldja shut it!? He’s our only best option of getting rid of the body!”

The boy quickly followed after the guy, while Charlie stood up and shifted a bit. She looked back at Vaggie, who just gave her an unsure shrug. She sighed as she took Vaggie’s hand and started walking after the two men. ~~~ The four sat in the car in silence as the creole man drove them down the road, humming along with a happy tune on the radio. Angelo shifted a bit in the passenger seat and tried to hide his slight discomfort by looking out the window, seemingly disinterested. Charlie was taking deep breaths and trying to calm down, while Vaggie was glaring at the man through the rearview mirror. It was quiet for a few seconds, until the man asked them, “So, where do you all live?” Charlie stiffened up and asked, “Wait. You’re taking us home? Wh-What about…you know what?”

The man chuckled, “Hahaha! The “you know what” had a name, you know? How rude. As for your question, disposing of a body is truly a one person’s job and I’m sure you children should be getting back to your parents.”

Vaggie scoffed, “We’re adults, not children.”

The man smirked at her, staring directly at her through the rearview mirror, “Interesting~!”

She shuddered at his words and looked out the window, trying to avoid his line of sight. Angelo glanced at him and asked, “Hey, uh, does it hurt ta be constantly smilin’ like that?”

He shook his head, “Of course not! Life is quite funny, after all. Plus, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

“Sounds like a load of shit.”

“I suppose it is,” the creole man simply said and then he mentioned to Charlie, “I still need an answer on where you live, cher.”

Well…she sure as hell wasn’t going to give him that info. She looked around and noticed a bookstore that wasn’t too far from where she lived. 30 minutes on foot, but she can deal with that. Charlie said, pointing to the bookstore, “Oh, you can drop us off here. My house isn’t too far, but, uh, thanks…uh…”

The man informed, “You may call me Al”

She nodded, “Uh, yeah, thanks, Al.”

Al dropped them off at the bookstore and when they got out the car, he rolled down the window, chiming, “Well, this was quite an interesting evening! I really hope that the rest of yours turns out just as entertaining.”

The three just mumbled out their agreements and Vaggie asked before he pulled away, “What were you doing in the forest anyway?”

Despite constantly smiling, his grin somehow became a bit more sinister and serious as he lowly answered, “Just some gardening, my dear.”

He then drove off, calling out, “You all should wear a jacket next time, it’s quite cold!”

The three stood there, staring at the old car driving down the road and disappearing down a turn. It took a few seconds, but Charlie just muttered, “Did…he mean what I think-”

Angelo just lightly pushed the girl’s ahead and said, “Less talkin’, more walkin’.”

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