#hibernate... why did i spell that with a y... whatever

[kawaiianimeredhead]

Learned today I'm basically the cause of a 2 or 3yo boy who went around making fart sounds with his mouth saying he was breathing like a turtle and I think I'll be riding this high for days tbh

[lovelylunarwriting]

Hufflepuff!Joshua x Slytherin!Reader

For the sake of this story, the season is winter. If it’s not winter wherever you are currently, use your imagination.

Finally getting a break after suffering through a vigorous transfiguration lesson the previous day, you are currently roaming around Hogsmeade. The weather is light snowing, icy flakes kissing the exposed skin of your face, the rest of you bundled up warm in layers of sweaters and coats. Stopping in shops, people-watching, and buying a few cauldron cakes from Honeydukes- it was safe to say you're enjoying yourself.

That was until you see a puff of grey and black fur in the distance, and the seven foot tall bear, menacingly looming right behind it.

You thought to yourself for a few seconds, “Is the small animal in danger?” and “is this really my problem, though?”.

���To hell with it”, you muttered to yourself as you broke into a sprint, straight for the quivering, greyish puff, and the massive bear that seemed to grow larger and larger to closer you got to it.

The bear was only a few feet away from the small animal when you got close enough to cast a spell.

“Avis!”, you shouted with authority in your voice, your wand aimed directly for the bear.

Your voice and your wand pointing at the bear caused the bear to cast it’s attention to you instead of the defenseless animal between you two, but this didn’t last long. Birds flocked from the forest, took note of the direction of your wand, and swooped in, taking turns pecking at the bear furiously.

The bear was successfully distracted, roaring and swinging it’s alarmingly large arms at the birds.

You took this as your opportunity, making a break for the dark, shaking ball of fur, and scooping it up in your arms. Taking a moment to glance up at the bear, only a couple of steps in front of you, you look up to see what appears to be hundreds of more birds flying your way. Maybe your spell was a little too successful.

This was a sign for you to make a break for it, running all the way from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts, darting through halls and plowing down staircases, until you arrived at the Slytherin commons.

Taking a moment to breathe after all that physical exertion, you dropped your eyes to the little grey & black ball of fluff cradled in your arms. Upon further inspection, you realize that this creature is either a dog or a wolf, and you’re not sure which one. It looks like a mix of both.

Suddenly, Chan and his two mothers, Jun & Minghao, walk in to the commons room, not paying much attention to you. That is until Minghao does a double take in your direction and shouts loud enough for the whole school to hear.

Minghao: “IS THAT A DOG???”

You now have the attention of all three boys, who hurriedly shuffle over to you and start cooing over the soft pup in your embrace.

Chan: “It’s so cute!”

Jun: “Hey, I’m more cute”

Minghao: “Y/N, if you don’t let me hold it I might actually cry”

You: “I know it’s very cute but I want to make sure it’s okay first. When I found it, a bear was about to attack it”

Chan: “A bear?? In winter? Shouldn’t it be hibernating?”

You: “I don’t know, it didn’t seem like a normal bear. It was malicious even when unprovoked”

Jun: “It could have rabies or something”

You: “Yeah, I guess it could have”

Minghao: “And you did what? Went barreling towards it? By yourself, too! Don’t you know how dangerous that is?!”

You: “If I let you hold the dog, will you stop nagging me like you do Chan?”

Minghao: “Oh my god yes, please give me him”

“It’s actually a girl dog”, you corrected him as you carefully passed him the little ball of floof.

After about a minute of straight cooing at the dog, you were about to demand her back, still being worried about her condition, when Minghao placed the dog back in your arms, looking somewhat irritated.

You: “Why are you so pissed off?”

Minghao: “I’m not pissed off, I’ve been pissed on. I’m going to go take a shower…”

Stifling your laughs for until he left the room, you, Jun, and Chan, burst out into hysterics as soon as Minghao closed the door behind him.

Jun: “He was so excited about the dog, too!”

Chan: “Apparently the dog was a little too excited about him”

As Minghao went into one of the communal bathrooms with showers, he heard soft, mid-range singing.

Minghao: “Joshua, is that you?”

Joshua: “Yeah, why?”, he said, stepping out of one of the showers with a towel around his waist. He looked at Minghao’s mysteriously wet shirt, and asked what happened.

Minghao: “Y/N found a dog, and it peed on me. I’m gonna go wash it off”

Joshua: “Y/N found a dog?! Can I go see it?”

Minghao: “Yeah, knock yourself out. They’re in the Slytherin commons, so make your way to the dungeons”

And that’s exactly what Joshua did. After getting dressed, of course, because showing up to the Slytherin commons half naked is an A+ way to guarantee getting yourself hexed by their Prefect, Jihoon. As a prefect himself, Joshua was not about to take that risk.

He hurried down to the Slytherin commons and knocked on the door, only to be greeted by the door swinging open in one fluid motion, and Jun’s broad figure leaning against the door frame.

Jun: “I normally wouldn’t let a Hufflepuff in the Slytherin commons, but since it’s you Joshua, it’s fine. Come on in”, he said in a hushed tone.

Joshua: “Why are you speaking so quie-”

Joshua felt a hand slapped against his mouth and took it as a not-so-subtle hint to stop talking.

Chan: “You can’t talk too loud, or you’ll wake them up!”

Joshua: “Wake who up?”

Chan points to the fireplace, where you and the puppy are curled up in a couple of blankets, completely asleep.

Chan: “When they rescued the dog from that bear, the dog apparently had been in the snow for a while, freezing cold to the touch. They wanted to make sure the puppy warmed up, but they’re so tired they fell asleep. But aren’t they cute napping together like that?”

Joshua is dumbstruck by the overload of info Chan just dumped on him, but all he can think of is how yes, you do look absolutely flawless relaxed in front of the fireplace like that. So entranced by the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breath, and how your eyelashes flutter ever so slightly, resting gently against your cheeks, Joshua doesn’t even notice Chan trying to talk to him.

Chan: “Joshua?? You there?”, he says, waving a hand in front of Joshua’s face, tearing his attention from you to Chan.

Joshua: “Did you say she rescued the dog?”

Chan then went on to repeat himself relay what you had told the Slytherin boys about your encounter with the bear and dog. Half way through, Joshua had to plop himself down in one of the cushy arm chairs, from pure shock. He had a few classes with you before, but never really had the opportunity to really get to know you outside of the classroom. Being shown how strong in character you are, he’s beginning to regret not taking the initiative to become someone you would care about.

Just as this thought is running through his head, you stir from your brief slumber, immediately sleepily searching for the dog, and letting out a breath of relief when you spot her snuggled up in your lap, safe and sound.

Still somewhat out of it from just waking up, it would be an understatement to say that the last thing you expected to see was Joshua Hong kneeling in front of you with the most heartwarming expression on his face.

You also didn’t expect him to talk to you so suddenly, so you didn’t exactly catch whatever he said.

You: “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

Joshua: “I was just wondering if I could hold her?”

You: “Oh! Of course!”, you agree, picking up the now awake and very excited puppy, and handing her to Joshua, trying not to look too obviously flustered when your hands brush his.

“Of course Joshua Hong would come all the way to the Slytherin commons to see a dog, he’s the softest guy in the woRLD”, your internal monologue rambles on to itself, making sense of the amiable boy in front of you, looking adoringly at the puppy, while you look adoringly at him.

While his attention is on the dog, you scan the room to try and find your Slytherin companions, but they most likely lost interest and left, Chan going to practice quidditch, and Jun going to do… whatever it is that he does. You still weren’t really sure.

You had just thought you were getting over your crush on Joshua Hong, when here he shows up, out of the blue, here to make you catch feelings again. At first you find yourself a little irritated at the sudden intrusion into your heart again, the first time being when you had classes with him before, but one look at him with that damn puppy and you know you’re hooked again. You might as well just let it happen.

Joshua: “Have you named her yet?”

You: “No, I haven’t. What name do you think suits her?”

Joshua: “Me? Uh, well…”, he says, and looks at the dog with a charming amount of unnecessary concentration, before he comes to a conclusion.

You: “It’s okay if you don’t know any-”

Joshua: “Toast”

You: “... toast?”

Joshua: “I mean… her fur looks like what you get when you burn toast. So I like the name ‘Toast’. But I mean if that’s okay with you, it could be totally stupid and-”

Picking up the puppy out of Joshua’s arms, and lifting her up in the air Lion King style, you begin your dramatic speech.

You: “And from this day forward, people shall cower in the wake of the mighty beast that’s name rings loud and clear- TOAST!”

When you finish, there’s an awkward silence for a beat, before Joshua practically falls over, cackling.

Joshua: “See!! Toast is perfect! Toast the Great!”

You: “There’s just one problem, though. Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs as acceptable pets. It’s only cats, rats, owls, or toads”

Joshua: “We could keep her a secret?”

You: “But that’s not fair to the other students who might want dogs as pets. What if we rallied together the student body and got everyone to sign a petition to have Hogwarts permit dogs as pets? Then we’d get to keep Toast and other students could have dogs, too”

Joshua: “That’s actually a really good plan! How do you want me to help?”

You: “Well honestly if you go around with the petition, not a damn person wouldn’t sign it, seeing as everyone loves you”, you quickly retort, only to glance up at Joshua, whose cheeks have shifted to a light pink color, as he blinks at you in surprise.

Joshua: “I- Um… thank you. That means a lot coming from you. I’ll get right on drafting the petition!”, he says as he makes a break for the door, only to jog back, pat Toast on the head, and then sprint out of the room.

He runs out and you’re just standing there, c o n f u s e d, holding this dog like “I. Fucked. Up”

When Toast reaches up and licks your cheek and you’re like “You know what. It’s fine. I don’t need that beautiful, caring boy. I only need twenty seven dogs”, and on that note, you go up to your dorms, make a lil doggo bed out of blankets and pillows, plop Toast into the pile of bedding, and then crawl into your own bed. You fall asleep wanting to Die of Embarrassment™, but also feeling strangely motivated on your mission to allow dogs as pets. It definitely had everything to do with cute dogs, and not one particular cute Hufflepuff boy.

The next morning, you sit down at the Slytherin table at your usual spot between Jun and Minghao, which Chan liked to cleverly call the “China Line Sandwich” he’s the only one other than Wonwoo that found this funny at all

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see a sheepish looking Joshua, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, and the other clutching a mostly blank paper.

Joshua: “I’m sorry for running out like that yesterday, but here, I finished the draft our petition!”, he apologizes, handing you the scroll. After looking through it, you’re amazed by the amount of detail and hard work he put into this.

You: “Joshua, this is flawless. We could start passing this around today!”

Your excitement is short lived, however, as the petition is snatched out of your hands by the one, the only, Choi Seungcheol.

Seungcheol: “Y/N, what kind of tricks are you up t- WAIT IS THIS ABOUT DOGS”, he shouts after skimming to parchment he abruptly acquired.

Joshua: “It’s a petition for Hogwarts to permit dogs as pets”

Seungcheol: “Oh my god, can I sign it? Wait I don’t have a pen or anything… HEY MINGYU!”, he yells across the room to the Gryffindor table, where you see Mingyu get startled and choke on whatever he was eating. After his coughing fit, Mingyu takes a sip of water and calls back to Seungcheol.

Mingyu: “wHAT DO YOU WANT?”

Seungcheol: “DO YOU HAVE A PEN?”

Mingyu: “YEAH, HERE”, he says, and chucks a pen across the dining hall, only to completely miss and whack an unsuspecting Jeonghan in the face, who jumped back so hard he fell out of his seat.

Seungcheol: “Oops, sorry babe”, he mumbles his apologies to Jeonghan, patting him on the head, and walking away with the pen.

Jeonghan: “You couldn’t helped me up or anything?”

Seungcheol: “DOGS ARE ON THE LINE, HUN, I’M NOT MESSING AROUND”

After Seungcheol accidentally makes this giant scene about signing your petition, other people’s interests are sparked and more and more people from all houses come to sign it. By the time you leave breakfast, you already have seventy-three signatures.

You: “Woah, I can’t believe people are this willing to help…”

Joshua: “I believe it. Who would say no to puppies? Also why don’t you take the petition to your classes to see if we can get more signatures. If we keep it up at this rate, we’ll have enough to bring to the headmaster by the end of the day!”

You:  “Here, I think you should bring the petition with you. We’ll get double the signatures if you’re the one asking people to sign”

Joshua: “??? And why is that?”

You: “I mean, collectively as a student body, no one wants to see Joshua Hong upset. It heartbreaking, really. You’re a really likable person, I can’t think of a single person who would say no to you”

Joshua: “Wonwoo. Wonwoo would say no to me. Something along the lines of ‘all those dogs will just scare away my cat’, as if his cat doesn’t already run from him in the first place”

You: “Yeah, yeah, but you know I’m right. Just take the petition, I’m sure you’ll do great”, you decide, handing Joshua the parchment and Mingyu’s pen that neither of you were inclined to give back

You went through the rest of your day as normal, except for telling people that if they run into Joshua, they should sign the petition. It wasn’t until your third class of the day, History of Magic, that someone called you out.

Minghao: “You’ve been telling everyone about Joshua for the past hour, what’s your deal with him?”

You: “Oh, well we started a petition together which hopefully will allow-”

Minghao: “You started a petition together? Together? You could’ve just said you started a petition, but you thought it was important to associate you two together? Maybe ‘together’ is what you really want, Y/N…”

You: “No, wait... I just, I didn’t mean it like-”

Minghao: “I’m personally supportive of this relationship. We could use a little positive energy around the Slytherin kids. And you can never have too many Slytherin & Hufflepuff couples”

Understanding that Minghao is not about to let this go any time soon, you decide to just admit to him your feelings for Joshua, and hope Minghao wouldn’t do anything too invasive to “help” escalate your relationship with Joshua.

Minghao: “I'm not gonna do anything about it, but I've seen you practically trip over yourself just to glance at him in the halls. You're not subtle at all”

You: “Oh shut up, at least I'm capable of feelings, unlike some of us”

Minghao: “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Y/N? Y/N!”, he calls out for you as you weave your way out of the class, the Professor having just dismissed everyone.

To your surprise, as soon as you turn the corner, you see Joshua just standing there. He gets up on his tiptoes and looks over the mess of students pouring out of the classroom, until he sees you. And oh boy, when he sees you, his face lights up, his entire posture perks up, and he looks so happy. You freeze, your heart beating alarmingly faster and harder than you'd like to admit.

He makes his way through the crowd over to you, and shoves two scrolls into your hands- one being the petition from this morning, full of signatures, and the other being a significantly longer scroll, almost as tall as you, also completely full of signatures.

Joshua: “I guess people really like dogs, huh?”, he says, trying to suppress all his overflowing excitement.

You: “Joshua this is amazing! You’re the only one that could've managed this, thank you!”, you thank him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight for a brief moment, before letting go and marching down the hall, leaving a flustered Joshua in your wake.

Joshua: “I… ah, um…”

You: “Come on, Joshua! We have to present this to the headmaster. For Toast!”, you say, stopping your brisk walk to turn around to face him. He looked like he was in deep thought, and you weren't sure why. It was like he didn't even hear you.

You slowly make your way back over to where you came from, and stop only when you're directly in front of him.

You: “Are you okay?”, you ask cautiously, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then kinda wishing you didn't, because oh my god you can feel his muscles through his frEAkING shiRT

His eyes drop down to meet yours, the alarm apparent in his expression, before muttering something about ‘being fine’ and ‘not wanting to get into it right now’, to which your subconscious was like “alright bro, but like- the petition. Toast needs us”. Before you could say any of that out loud though, Joshua places his hand over your hand that's been hovering on his shoulder, brings them down to his side, and laces his fingers with yours.

Joshua: “C'mon, the headmaster’s office is this way”, he says, leading you in that direction, and acting like this a normal fucking thing and you know this is nOT noRMAL for you two at all because your heart is beating out of your chest, and for once in your life, you have no idea what the heck to say.

The walk to the headmaster's office was silent, but a comfortable silence. That's one of the things you appreciate about Joshua- how he has the ability to make the people around him comfortable without even trying.

He lets go of your hand to knock on the intimidatingly large, oak door, only to place his hand on the small of your back comfortingly, leading you inside when the door slowly creaks open.

After you pitch your idea to the headmaster and provide a solid argument along with the hundreds of signatures on hour petitions, the headmaster HAS to agree. And that's exactly what happened.  

You and Joshua walk out of the headmaster’s office, trying to remain professional until out of sight of the headmaster. Then the two of you explode into a fit of happy giggles.

You: “Did you see how far his eyebrows raised when I started talking about dogs?”

Joshua: “I thought they were gonna fly away, oh my gosh”

You: “But really, I didn’t know you liked dogs enough to go through all this work”

Joshua: “I don’t like dogs enough to do this, I like you more than enough, though”

You: “...hUH?!?”

Joshua: “oH wOW that just kind of slipped out, um you can pretend I never said that, I mean I don’t want to make it awkw-”

He was interrupted by you crashing your lips onto his. At first he didn’t respond at all, but after a moment his hands found their way to your hips as he melted into the kiss.

You pulled away, making eye contact with him, and smiling so hard your cheeks started cramping.

Joshua: “Does this mean, you’d maybe want to date me?”

You: “I mean, if Toast likes you, who am I to say no”

Joshua: “Wait shouldn’t we check on Toast, it’s been like five hours and what if she’s not okAY, don’t we need to let her outside to use the bathroom???”

You: “oh hell, you’re right. Let’s go!”

The two of you dashed to the Slytherin commons, hoping that she hadn’t had an accident on anything important. What you were met with, you were both surprised and unsurprised.

Minghao was in a rocking chair by the fireplace, drinking a glass of water, with Toast curled up in a ball on his lap.

Minghao: “Can I be her godfather? Pretty please?”

You: “Uhh I mean are you okay with that?”, you asked Joshua.

Joshua: “I don’t see how that’d be a problem. Since we’re dating, I’d probably be Toast’s dad anyway”

Minghao: “YOU WHAT”, he yelled, surging forward and spitting out the sip of water he’d taken right before Joshua mentioned the word ‘dating’.

Meanwhile, Toast came bounding up to the two of you, hopping up to get your attention. You both kneel down to pet her, showering her with love.

Minghao: “Are you two going to just ignore me”

Joshua: “Toast is more important, sorry”

Minghao: “What kind of a dumb name is ‘Toast’, anyway?”

You: “A NAME THAT MY BEAUTIFUL BOYFRIEND MADE UP, NOW DO YOU WANNA BE THE GODFATHER OR NOT”

Minghao: “...yes please”

A couple of days later, the headmaster announced that dogs were to be allowed as pets at Hogwarts. From then on, you saw more and more of your peers with cute puppies, walking around the courtyard and halls.

In the end, you were happy that you made the split second decision to save that dog, because if you hadn’t, you might’ve missed the opportunity to become someone special to one of the sweetest boys you know.

Also you got a puPPY like heLL yES.

[joylessholland]

Forbidden (Part Two)

VAMP!TOMXVAMP!READER

(2,387 words - i had a lot to say)

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of fighting and death.

A/N: I love writing fantasy so i think i went a little over board but why the hell not!

Masterlist  Request  PART ONE

“You can’t keep me here forever!” you screamed at your father “Oh, Yes I can. See our little gift” he hisses “Make’s eternal imprisonment very easy. Now I’ll let you out when you forget about that reached Tackwood.” He walks to the door “Never” you spit as he slams the door leaving you in the room alone. You were in the highest room of the tallest tower, the most protected room in the whole manor. Scanning the room to try to find something that can help you escape, your father was a foul man and this was a cruel punishment but the thought of whatever Tom was enduring made the need for freedom even more urgent.

Little did you know Tom could wait, he could wait forever. His father was so disgusted with his eldest son’s actions that he banished him, but not to a faraway land, no. Baron Tackwood banished his son to the very depths of his own mind, while you sat in an empty tower planning your escape Tom was being spelled. Not spelled cursed, cursed to spend three hundred years in forced hibernation where he would be trapped in a constant loop of his worst nightmare. Vampires were the dramatic type.

��Open up, Groman have her dinner” you heard a muffled raspy voice say from the other side of the door. Grabbing the shard of glass, you broke from the window, you quickly dart up the wall landing on one of the rafters on the ceiling. The large mahogany door creeks open and a small green goblin waddles in. “Groman not in mood for games” he huffed scanning the room. When the door closes behind him you jump for your place on the celling beam tackling the small creature holding the shard of glass to his throat. “I... work…with” the goblin choked, pulling the makeshift knife away from his throat you give him a glare that says “Talk or die”

“The Baroness, Groman is loyal servant of her greatness. She say I get in if Groman act like slave. She right, always right” the creature begins mumbling to himself “Did she send you here to kill me?” you ask holding the glass tighter “No, Groman protect pointy teethed girl. I give her this, are you pointy teeth girl?” he asked holding out a small envelope “Yes, I am” you say dropping the shard of glass “Oh, here you take, will you tell her greatness Groman did good job?” he asks walking to the shard of glass “What are you planning” he walks to the door “Get pointy teethed girl out” he say before knocking three times on the door “Just Groman” turning he gives you a wink. When the door slowly opens Groman jumps on the head of the guard stabbing him in the neck before jumping to the other guard hitting him in the head.

Running from the room the bleeding guard grabs your ankle, stomping him off you pick up his dagger throwing it to Groman, he dispatches the last guard “Nice job” running down the hall another soldier rounds the corner, before he can draw his sword you use your powers to throw him against a wall. Stopping at a hallway “Go meet me in the woods” you grab the knob to a door but Groman stops you “We get out now, Groman protect…” “I need to get something just go, I can handle myself.” After a moment he turns and runs down the hallway screaming “Hey look at Groman, I pointy teeth man killer”

The closet was dark and damp, walking to the back wall you pick up a small dagger slicing your hand you place it onto the brick, the wall shudders and splits open revealing an armory filled with any weapon you could ever need swords of all different lengths, spears, shields, bows, daggers. Going to the case in the back of the room you stare at the glass for a moment before it shatters “Try a better spell next time father” you grab the contents of the cabinet, a sword with symbols carved into the blade, a bow with a sort of golden glow to the string, under a false bottom a long wavy dagger with a purple hilt. Taking a double take you see a bit of fabric, pulling it out it is revealed as black leather coat, placing it on your shoulders feels right somehow.

Running hard you slide around a corner just in time to see Groman getting ran through by a young guard, spitting a quick spell the man’s helm begins to crush in. “You are a brave creature” you whisper kneeling to the fallen goblin “Take this to her greatness” coughing he takes off his ring and places it in your hand “You have my word” you whisper angerly as you hear loud footfalls coming down the hall. As you jump over the railing you hear you father yell “Do not let her escape.”

Throwing the large front door open you see the sun peeking over the horizon “You’ve nowhere to go girl.” You father growls now standing just ten paces away with the entire coven behind him “Come with us now and I won’t make your punishment more severe” laughing you pull the bow from your back “Don’t” your father warns his eye lighting up a bright red “Oh, but Daddy that won’t be any fun” drawing the string back an arrow appears notched on the bow, aiming at your fathers head you draw the sting back even further but right before you release you tilt it up and it lands right between the eyes of his portrait hung on the wall “Nice shot, girl. Get her” he commands “Oh but father that is what we call a diversion” you snicker before stepping to the side revealing that the sun had risen just enough to shine right into the great hall where the entire coven was gathered. The sound of hissing and burning flesh filled the air, running out of the house the coat your wearing emits a black fog that shields you from the sunlight. Smirking you bolt with great speed into the woods.

[Y/N]

My husband is a cruel and horrible man, he has locked our son away in a forced hibernation as punishment for his treason. The gods only know what he is going through in there, you must save my son, no matter what. Take him and go west, far west. Live a mortal life, do whatever you want just save him. Inside this letter I have enclosed a map to my son’s location in our castle. I also took the liberty of returning you the moonstone necklace he gifted you, the power it holds should power at least one transformation in the sunlight. Use it wisely, Groman will show you the way to our castle and a secret entrance. If Groman doesn’t make it, you will need to find a way. Please do this, not for me but for Thomas, and for you.

Lana Tackwood

You read the letter and looked over the map many times to make sure you remembered placing the necklace over your head you begin the journey to the Tackwood castle.

Crouching in the bushes you spot a guard “Damn, Day-walkers” you whisper drawing the dagger speaking a magic word the knife flies from your hand and sticks the man in the neck. Running to the wall you pull the knife from his neck “Bitch” he chocks as you wink and grab the moonstone “Please work” you plead feeling for the power of the stone, “Fly my love” you hear Thomas’s voice from inside the stone as you transform. When the smoke clears you try to flap your wings but instead all you do is wave tiny little arms. “Fucking stone” you squeak as you scurried along the ground. “Maybe the Baron is terrified of rats” you think as you wiggle into a crack in the wall.

Scurrying across the ground you come to a table on the map this is where the guards leave a spare key to the lower dungeons, looking around for a way to reach the table it begins to lower to you, no it wasn’t lowering you were raising. The stones power was drained you were reverting forms. Grabbing the key, you pull out a stray whisker left over from your sloppy transformation. Thinking back to the map you follow the root in your mind dispatching anyone in your path. You needed to get to Thomas, he needed you.

Opening the small door, you saw down a long staircase, the stairs seemed endless as you walked in complete darkness until your feet hit solid ground and you hand met a stone wall. The corridor wound with sharp turns, switchbacks and even more stairs. You had to be deep underground before you final came to a locked door. Placing the key in and turning it slowly you open the door you reveal a room light with black candles. In the center of the floor a coffin sat surrounded by symbols drawn on the floor with white chalk. The coffin was made of wood with intricate gold trim decorating the top and sides. Walking up to the coffin you are stopped by an invisible barrier protecting the coffin, powerful magic, a spell woven by many spell casters.

From behind you the lock began to click pushing yourself against a wall to hide. In walks a tall young man with blonde curls and a strong figure, sticking out his hand the barrier melts away. Grabbing the man and twisting his arm behind his back you sniff his neck “Mortal, powerful.” He hisses in pain as you pull his arm tighter “I am Harrison Kerling, wizard of the first order. I demand you let me go.” He commands “Tell me how to break the hibernation spell and this won’t get… bloody” you snarl “I don’t have to tell you anything” he says his voice wavering “Have it your way.” You whisper right before sinking your teeth into his neck.

As the blood touches your tongue you are flung into Harrisons memories. You see Thomas hissing and shouting as he is thrown into his wooden cage, you hear the magical ritual that forced Thomas into hibernation, and then you lock onto a memory and it fills up your senses.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a dimly lit room with a fire crackling as the wind howled outside. “How do we get him out, no offense but you won’t be around” a voice hummed as Baron Tackwood swirled into existence next to him warming his hands on the fire was the wizard “Breck the circle of symbols, and prick your finger on the coffin. If that doesn’t awaken him you’ll need to call upon a wizard of the first order to help. But it shouldn’t come to that.” The wizard said calmly as the Baron paced the floor. “How could he do this to us, his own family?” and with that the world melted away and you were back in the small coffin room drinking from the man’s neck.

Licking your lips, the man stumbles a bit “What did you” he asked holding his neck as purple liquid oozes from the bite marks “Break the spell or turn” eyes wide in shock the man proceeds to erase one of the symbols and pick his finger on the coffin. Black smoke fills the room as the wooden lid begins to slowly lift revealing Thomas laying arms crossed over his chest, raising out of the coffin he opens his eye in shock

“[Y/N]” he whimpers stepping from the coffin and falling into your arms “Yes, it’s me, my love” you say placing a tender kiss upon his lips. Crying into you he thanked the gods you saved him, while in the corner Harrison began to sweat and his breath quickened “You said, if i…” he stopped himself with a scream of pain “The change is the worst part, after that it isn’t so bad” you say looking Thomas over “We have to get out of here” you whisper helping him walk “You can’t just leave me here” Harrison yelped knocking over a candle stand. “Do you know a way out of here?” you ask holding Tom up “There’s a secret door right outside, please they kill me if they know I assisted you in rescuing the prince” he pleaded nodding him over he leads you out of the castle.

Loading Thomas and Harrison into the back of the carriage an arrow zips through the air and snapping out of the way it hits the carriage. Blocking your exit is are two young men one holding a bow and the other two short swords “My brothers” Thomas whispered from inside the carriage “Look boys, we just want…” your cut off when Sam lets another arrow fly, this time your eyes glow a deep purple as you catch the arrow turning it in your grip it melts away into dust “Going to have to try a little better than that.” Drawing your sword, you slap the horse at the front of the carriage on the rear end making it run out into the woods. The sound of metal clashing filled the stables as you fought off each the boy one by one, dodging an arrow then a sword strike. With a swift strike your sword is knocked from your hands “Yield” Harry yells pointing the sword at your throat. With a flash of light both boys disappear “Watch your step” a female voice sound. Looking down you see two slugs on the ground where the brothers once stood. “Baroness Tackwood, many thanks” you bow to her “Save breath, child. You’re the one I should be thanking, you saved my son.” Giving her a warm smile you dig into the pocket of you coat and pull out a small silver ring tossing it to the baroness you speak sadly “Groman was a brave little man” smiling back she nods to you “Go now, my husband will be on his way” holding the moonstone in your grasp once more in a swirl of smoke a beautiful black hawk flies off in search of a runaway cartridge.

THX 4 READING

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[quicksilver-rain]

The Bee Mariner (p.7)

“I should have know it was you.” (It was always you)

It’s fairly warm, despite the fact that it’s very nearly approaching winter, and Trixie is standing out in the middle of a field that’s usually bursting with wildflowers, watching smoke rise into the sky. It’s her day off, and usually she lazes in bed for a few hours before going shopping for the week’s groceries, but today she’s woken up early and has made the snap decision to set something on fire and make s’mores. Well, it’s either that or take apart the toaster, and Sierra threatened her with a wickedly sharp chef’s knife last time Trixie got the urge to dismantle their kitchen appliances.

It’s not a very hard decision, even if Trixie doesn’t think Sierra has the guts to actually commit to homicide.

She shakes her head and looks out across the aforementioned field. The flowers are dying and there aren’t many bees around, despite the fact that Sierra’s told her that the little bastards won’t go into hibernation until around the first frost. There’s something sad and lonely about the whole thing, like the field and dying flowers stretch out forever and she’s the only person around for miles and all this smoke and fire is all just an attempt to prove to herself that she isn’t alone.

Sierra would say she’s got a poet’s soul. Trixie would argue that winter’s depressing.

Either way, she shakes the thoughts away, looking down at her more smoke-than-fire flirtation with arson, breathing in hickory scented smoke and  turning over her marshmallows before they can burn.

“I should have known it was you.”

The sound of another human being makes her jump, and the feeling that there’s more to the blase statement rubs her the wrong way.

Trixie turns to find Nix standing by the gate she’d climbed to get into the field wearing a puffy vest in lieu of a proper jacket, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he studies her. There’s a large, wrinkly dog standing next to him without a lead, watching her silently. He looks amused and she can’t help the way the corner of her mouth ticks upward.

“You mean I’m not the only thing you think of?” she asks, watching as he laughs and rolls his eyes, removing his hands from his pockets and hopping the fence in one fluid movement while the dog crawls under the beams a few feet away.

He stops beside her and the dog stops beside him, both watching as she crouches down and removes her marshmallows from the fire to make a pair of s’mores. Trixie’s immediately endeared by the look of surprise that flickers over Nix’s face when she offers one to him. He accepts it and takes a bite, somehow not getting all sticky in the process, “are you bribing me?”

She lifts her eyebrows and takes a bite from her own s’more instead of answering right away. Her face gets all sticky, but she brought a pack of wet wipes for exactly this eventuality, so she ignores it, “should I be?”

Nix directs his attention elsewhere for a moment popping the rest of the s’more in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before looking back at her. “Technically, you’re trespassing on my property,” he offers, though he doesn’t sound like he’s going to tell her to pack her shit and go.

Trixie laughs, “am I? I don’t see your name on it.”

He actually reaches for her then, pausing to let her push him away and placing a hand on her shoulder when she doesn’t. He pulls her around better face the gate they both climbed over, gesturing at a sign tacked to one of the posts that she ignored but probably states that Nix Nightingale owns this field and please stay out of it without permission.

Trixie smiles up at him, looking back and resting her head on his shoulder, since he hasn’t let go of her yet, “you gonna charge me?”

Nix laughs again and drops his hands, returning them to his pockets. Trixie straightens and stays close enough that their arms are brushing. “No, but your fire’s smoking out my bees. They need to finish stocking up for winter, or I’ll end up having to feed them soda syrup.” He somehow pronounces the ‘y’ in syrup and Trixie wants to laugh as she reaches down to feed the dog a marshmallow.

Instead she looks down to study her makeshift fire pit, it’s small and surrounded by bricks she’s stolen from the pile out near their back door, an empty reminder of that time her father decided to make a walkway from the back door to the front door before promptly getting too wrapped up in painting to actually finish the project. She looks back up at her companion and thinks that her father would like to paint him, too. He looks so stark and enigmatic against the cloudy grey sky that even Trixie wants to give it a try, and the best she can do is smudgy pencil drawings of engine parts.

She mentally shakes herself.

“You feed them soda syrup?” she asks, genuinely curious about bees for the first time in her life.

He nods, and then shakes his head as if he can’t make up his mind, “it’s sugar water, actually, and I try not to if I can’t help it.” He pauses to watch the dog chew on it’s marshmallow. There’s drool everywhere and Trixie notices that he hasn’t actually told her to put out her fire yet. “I will if they can’t make enough honey to last the winter, though.” He gestures at the smoke the fire’s belching into the sky.

Trixie shoves the rest of her treat in her mouth and leans down to grab the bucket of water she’d collected from one of the many water pumps dotting the surrounding area. She dumps it on the meagre flames with very little preamble, thinking maybe she should have put up more of a fight as she waves her hand in front of her face when more smoke pours from the little fire pit when the water hits it. She coughs a little and debates stamping out the rest of the embers, but Nix hasn’t made a move to leave and she actually sort of likes the company.

At least it keeps her from getting all philosophical and morose.

Silence filters between them for a few seconds while they watch the smoke die and it takes effort for Trixie to look back over at him, “hey.”

He blinks, as if some spell’s been broken and directs his attention back at her, “what’s that?”

She bites her lip and says the first thing that pops into her head, “is Nix your real name?”

He barks out a laugh that leads Trixie to believe that whatever he’d been expecting, that isn’t it. “Yeah, yeah. It’s an old family name on my mother’s side, but I think she named me Nix to spite my father.” He looks amused and sad and Trixie feels terrible. “Apparently she bribed the nurses in the maternity ward to fill out my birth certificate before my father had the chance to name me something halfway decent.”

“I’m sorry,” she doesn’t know what else to say.

He smiles in a way that screams that something’s eating at him. “Don’t be. They’d be divorced if it weren’t for the clauses in their marriage-contract.” His smile falters a bit and then he shrugs, “sometimes, I’m surprised they haven’t killed each other, much less that they had me.”

This makes Trixie stare, because her father loved her mother, and still loves her mother so much that it hurts them both some days and Trixie can’t imagine having two parents, much less two parents that hate each other. She heaves a sigh and tries for nonchalance, “probably so they could give you that god-awful name and turn you loose on the world.”

He smiles again, still feral, like always, but more genuine than the last one. “It’s pretty bad, isn’t it?”

Trixie nods, even though she thinks it fits him, and silence falls a second time.

“What did you think my real name was?”

She thinks for a moment, trying to recall a conversation she had when she was half asleep and dizzy from sleep-aides. “I don’t know. Nathan, maybe… or Joseph?” She lifts her shoulders, “Gabriel?”

“God, anything but Gabriel, please,” and then he laughs a lot harder than Trixie expects him to, given that she’s just all but told him she thinks his name is stupid. She even laughs a little bit herself, because Nix doesn’t look anything like a Gabriel and she’s not sure why she ever thought he did in the first place.

The dog presses its wet and sticky face into her hand, looking for more marshmallows, no doubt. She crouches to pet its face, jumping when it ducks its head so she can’t scratch behind it’s ears.

“You’ve got to go under his head,” Nix offers, watching her try to pet his dog like she’s something precious, “he can’t see your hand if you go over, because of his wrinkles.”

Trixie does as she’s told and ends up nearly getting bowled over by the dog as he pushes closer to her. “What’s his name, then?”

“Socrates,” Nix answers, watching the dog look back at the sound of his name, before going back to trying to climb into Trixie’s lap.

She laughs, “it looks like terrible naming practices run in the family.”

“Nah,” he answers, still content to watch her pet his dog, “Socrates is a real philosopher, aren’t you, boy?”

Trixie gives in and sits on the ground, letting Socrates climb into her lap so she can lavish more attention on him, “what’s he philosophise about?”

Nix is quiet for a long moment, and Trixie nearly thinks she might have bested him in a battle of wits she didn’t know they were having. Then he smiles and says, “who’s a good boy?”

She laughs, even though it’s a stupid joke, and Nix smiles again.

Eventually, they quiet down and the smoke has died, there are no more embers glowing on the ground and it looks like they’re going to go their separate ways.

“I’ve got a fire pit in my back yard, if you want to make s’mores again,” Nix says, taking Trixie by surprise. She looks over Socrates’ head at him and he points toward the woods that surround the field, “you know where Longwood Drive turns into a dirt road? If you follow it half a mile down and take a left at the first fork, you’ll eventually get to my place. You don’t have to ask permission or anything, just knock on the door in case someone’s home, so you don’t scare the shit out of Mossy or something. Socrates knows you now, so he won’t be a problem.”

Trixie smiles up at him and takes his hand when he offers it down to her, shooing Socrates off her lap so she can stand.

“I might just have to take you up on that offer.”

He chuckles, “I knew you would.”