#i don’t know what it is about the twins and their dragons that scream punk fashion tome

[royaltea000]

Designing what I think a human Barf and Belch would look like -w-

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Seven Deadly Sins x Maribat

Medieval Au

@maribat-bdbwm

Based on this idea

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Ten years ago.

On the outskirts of the city of Liones, of the capital of the country Liones, in the land of Britannia, homes destroyed, and countless holy knights laid butchered in the streets.

That day will go down in history for its infamy, the day the Seven Deadly Sins betrayed the country of Liones.

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This is a tale of ancient times, an era before the human and non-human worlds were forever divided. When the Holy Knights, defended the realm, wielding their magical powers they were feared and highly respected. But among them a group emerged, that betrayed the kingdom, and became mortal enemies to all Holy Knights. They were known throughout the land as the Seven Deadly Sins.

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Present day.

Near the Kaynes Village, there was a new tavern that was a buzz with customers.

“Here you go, drink up.” A young girl placed five steins of ale on the table. She had dark black hair that shown blue, pulled into twin pigtails by two pink ribbons, and bangs that framed her face and blue eyes. She wore a collared off-white shirt under a black vest with green panels. A pink skirt over leggings that reached halfway down her calf. And wore black and green boots. As more people come in, she directs them all with a smile.

“For a little lady, she is one hard working waitress.” A customer acknowledges.

“Oh no, I’m not the waiter, Buddy” She turns around. “I’m the owner of this place.” She turns to walk away.

“She’s the owner?!? A young kid like that.” But she doesn’t hear them.

“Alright, fresh from the oven. The meat pie that made the Boar Hat famous. Enjoy.” Three patrons dug into the pie, and promptly got sick. “You should have known. Our reputation is for having really good booze, but the food not so much.” She said with a completely straight face.

“Are trying to mess with us you little punk.” One shouted ready to fight.

“Wait guys, she’s packing a sword.” Another of the three pointed out. The handle was an emerald green and looked like a dragon with ruby eyes.

“Well, you guys, looks like we have a problem.” Her smile fell and she snapped her fingers. “Now let’s fix it.”

“Come on you call that a mess.” Out trotted a shiny black pig, wearing an earring tag. “Really what do you need me for?”

“Wait!!! That pig. He’s talking.”

“Yes, I’m a talking pig, what a bunch of dum-dums.”

“Plagg, we need to get this floor cleaned.” She spoke.

“Ugh, what a hassle.” Plagg complained. “Scrap disposal is a tough business.” He ate leaving, but before he did, he retorted. “Next time there better be some decent sized scraps.”

“You know I have an old family recipe for whole roasted hog.” She spoke to no one in particular, but with a deadpanned expression. Which changed Plagg’s tune quickly.

Then someone barged in. “I saw it. I really saw it.” He sat down. “I swear to all that is holy. I saw the wandering Rust Knight.”

“That’s just a made-up story, like how parents get their kids to stop misbehaving. The Seven Deadly Sins will come in blood rusted armor, oooh ahhh.”

“The Seven Deadly Sins?” She asks from behind the bar.

“You’ve never heard of them? They’re wanted posters are hanging everywhere, like those over there.”

She looks at the board and there were seven faces and seven names. Marinette, Chloe, Adrien, Luka, Felix, Lila, and Kagami.

“How long has it been? Ten years. When all those holy knights were slaughtered so fast, they couldn’t defend themselves. It was the Seven Deadly Sins that did it. From what I've been told the way the holy Knights’ grandmaster was killed was too gruesome for anyone to look at.” They began to talk amongst themselves.

“They say their captain, Marinette, is the scariest of them all. It's even said that she's brought down whole countries on her own.” Everything went quiet.

Until another patron spoke up. “Well none of them have been caught yet have not a single one.”

“They’re dead, they have to be the new Holy Knights would never let them live after what they've done.”

“Yeah you've got a point even now with the kings sick. The Holy Knights are making sure that the Kingdom stays safe for all its people. But those notices up on the board get updated every single year. Doesn’t that mean those seven criminals are still out there?”

“Yeah well some spooky knight walking around in rusty armor sounds pretty ridiculous to me.”

“You’re right.”

A crash, scraping, and banging was heard just outside the Tavern door.

“That smells an awful lot like rust to me.” Plagg sniffed the air and then cowered behind the counter.

The door opened and there stood the rusted knight. “The Seven Deadly Sins…” Hhe moaned as he entered the Tavern.

Screaming, panic, and everyone rushing out of the Tavern ensued. Fleeing from the rusted knight.

The girl jumped over the counter and stood her ground defiantly looking at the Rust knight. “Now who are you?”

The Rust knight swayed and then fell to the ground collapsed. His helmet rolled off of him. And then they saw his face, his eyes shut tight in the pain and exhaustion, his black hair short and messy stuck to his face from the sweat. And he wore a singular earring, a true blue engraved with something in red and gold.

“This kid is one of the Seven Deadly Sins?” Plagg asked the girl, and they took him up to the room taking the armor off of him. “He's just a boy.”

“Let’s just make sure.” The girl went up to the boy and started poking him first on his thigh, then his stomached, his bicep, she was leaning over him and was about to poke his cheek when his eyes flew open. “Yep, he's a boy.”

“Um, pardon me but what am I doing here?” He was quiet and soft spoken.

“Oh yeah you came into my bar then you passed out cold.”

“Your bar?”

“Yeah, the Boar Hat, my Tavern.”

“You’re the owner?”

“Is that so weird?”

“I just saw that sword, so I naturally assumed.”

“Oh, this old thing.” She motioned and pulled the sword from its scabbard. “Ha ha ha. Yeah, I guess if you only see the handle, it can fool ya huh.” All that rose up and out with her hand was the handle and a small stub was left of the blade, which was practically worthless in a fight. “It makes guests think twice about skipping out on their tabs.” She put the sword handle back into its scabbard on her back.

Which was when they moved downstairs to the raven again. Marinette cooked up something for the boy, and set the plate in front of him.

“First you nurse me back to health, now you're feeding me, how can I possibly thank you enough.” He barely choked out.

“First before saying thanks you should probably try the food first.” Plagg’s nasally voice cut into his words.

“What do you think? Awful isn't it.” She leaned down on the bar now watching him eat with a grin on her face.

“Yes.” He responded.

Which caused both her and Plagg to respond in unison. “Knew it was.”

But then something shocked them, he started to cry.

“Still its delicious.” Tears fell down his face.

“So what exactly were you doing walking around in that old armor, anyways?” She asked the boy.

“I'm on a personal quest to find the Seven Deadly Sins.” He answered.

“Why would you do that? You don’t even know if those guys are even still alive or not, and they’re serious villains.” Plagg reasoned.

That was when banging was heard on the tavern door, knights banged on the door, and ordered them to open up for them.

That was when she noticed the boy got slightly afraid at the mention of Knights.

After a moment of the Knights bickering to themselves, that gave her just enough time to think. She went and opened the door.

“Who are you?” One of the Knights asked her as she opened the door.

“I'm the owner of this place. What do you want?” She was relaxed.

“The Rust Knight is in there, send him out!” The same knight answered.

“Alright.” She turned around and looked back. “You might want to come out now.”

They all looked past her and saw Plagg dressed in the armor that the boy was wearing walk out.

“You have some nerve mocking the Knights of this land like this.” He grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her up off the ground. She was small, sure but he still held her up a meter off the ground.

That’s when the boy had snuck out of the back and made a run for it into the forest. Unfortunately, he was seen. “Look a boy just ran out, after him.”

The knight threw her back to the ground and she and Plagg shared a worried look.

The two of them ran after the boy and the Knights, Plagg mowed down, tackling each and every one, while she went after the boy. The last knight got pushed down off of the cliff at the edge of the forest by Plagg. While she and the boy were safely out of the way in one of the trees at the edge.

“So why are you looking for the Seven Deadly Sins anyways?” She asked him once they were back on the ground.

“To stop the Holy Knights.” He answered.

“Are you serious!! Why in the world would you wanna do that?” Plagg exclaimed. “The Holy Knights are the king’s men, the knights are here to protect us they are heroes.”

“But what if they were behind a plot to start a war in our country. Except for the king himself, the entire royal family was arrested and is being held by the Holy Knights.”

“Does that mean the king isn't really sick in bed?” Plagg asked the boy.

“That’s just a cover story the Holy Knights are using. I don't know what they think they can accomplish by driving the nation to war, but now they're drafting people. Taking men wherever they can get them they're preparing for war everywhere you look. So their reach will even extend all the way out here.” He shook his head.

“Yeah tough break, huh?” She finally responded.

“Wow you don't have any empathy at all. How does this tie back to the Seven Deadly Sins again?” Plagg shook his head.

“If there's even the slightest hope of preventing the Holy Knights from doing this. I know they're the only ones who can.” He was resolute.

“Just checking here.” She Butt in again. “You’re trying to find those guys even though you know what kind of people they are?”

“The Seven Deadly Sins are the most vile Order of Knights the Kingdom ever produced, made up of seven vicious bloodthirsty criminals each one branded with the mark of the beast. Ten years ago when they were suspected of trying to overthrow the Kingdom the Knights of the realm launched a full force attack scattering them to the four winds.”

“Well if you believe the rumors they each died a long time ago.” She spoke distractedly.

“Such amazing people wouldn't possibly let themselves get killed!”

“But they are criminals aren't they causing the suffering of the people right now?” She asked confused.

“When I was small, only five or six years old, my father would tell me stories about them and that's when I learned they are the most powerful Knights!”

A rumbling was heard and then the edge of the cliff they were on started to crumble and fall beneath them, dropping them down.

“I did not confirm whether or not they were people named in the report. Conclusion two individuals of unknown origin dead. What do you think men that sounds about right?” A man wearing red armor, silver grey hair and mustache.

“But Sir Twiggle, one of our knights was still under the cliff.”

“Simply put three fatalities in the report then.” Twiggle answered haughtily.

“But Sir, you can't! That’s too far even for you”

“How about seven fatalities instead?” The knight in red armor moved towards the rest of his men, but that was also when she jumped back up on to the cliff with not only the boy and Plagg in her arms but also the knight who fell.

“When I give a signal to you run into the forest got it.” She spoke quietly to the boy.

“Which one of them would you believe to be a member of the Seven Deadly Sins. Neither bears any resemblance to the wanted posters?” He then noticed something. “God is smiling upon me today, the crystal earring you're wearing is from the royal family. Conclusion you are Prince Jonathan!”

“Wait hold on Prince Jonathan?” The knights shouted.

“You're a Prince?” She added softly.

“Orders from the Capital are to determine your whereabouts. the order was to capture you alive and in healthy condition, but if you lost your life in an unfortunate accident…” Twiggle spoke aloud.

“I can't allow myself to get captured not yet!”

“Conclusion accidental death.” Sir Twiggle let off a shockwave of air magic chopping the entire forest down to the ground.

“Hi there, you alright?” She had pulled him down and covered him from the blast. “Plagg?”

“Seriously I'm a shaved pork on a skewer.” He cried. A single small little twig had splintered in his back. And he went off crying and screaming Tikki.

Johnathan stood and started to walk towards Twiggle. “Johnathan. Hey! What are you doing?” She called after him.

“There’s no escape.”

“Wait hang on you just said you couldn't afford to be caught or to give up.”

“Maybe if I surrender myself peacefully, he'll agree to take me back with him and your life can be spared.”

Sir Twiggle sent off another blast cutting into everything again, but she was able to tackle him out of the way just in time.

“Please get out of here while you still can.” He begged her.

“I think he wants to make sure neither one of us gets out of here alive.” She noticed as She was above him once more. After the attack ensuring he was fine yet again, the only real damage done to her, and that was her left sleeve was completely torn revealing her entire arm from shoulder to fingers. A mark barely visible on her shoulder.

“I was so happy when I met you. Searching for the Seven Deadly Sins, I so scared alone in that rusty armor. There wasn't any help I could ask for. Then you show up and show me such kindness, someone that you've never met before. I don't wanna see you hurt my problems anymore when I don’t even know your name.”

Memories flashed behind her eyes and a smile spread on her lips.

“Marinette. If you really wanna know.” She grinned from ear to ear.

“I… I don't believe it you can't be you're just.” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

That was when the knight who fell with them regained consciousness jumping up. “Where's the girl the one with the sword. I saw it when she saved me from the cliff the symbol it was right there. The symbol on her shoulder it… it… it’s her.”

Sir Twiggle struck again now closer, right on top of them. The magic was unleashed but Marinette stood up and was now facing the Knight.

“How is this possible? My technique was flawless I am certain my blade struck her!” Twiggle began to look even more and more frazzled. “But I was the one who felt the force of the blow. How could it have hit me?! And what is that in your hand?! A broken blade! Broken blade… now your face is beginning to look familiar. Truly it can’t! How can you look exactly the same as you did then?!? No matter your time's up! How dare you still exist!”

Their blades clashed their magic erupted, which sent Twiggle and his men flying high, high into the sky almost like a meteorite.

“Extraordinary power.” Johnathan breathed.

“Captain of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Dragon sin of Wrath, Marinette.” She announced.

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Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!

[romantichopelessly]

Not a Cinderella Story

This is my contribution to @dukexietyweek 2020! The prompt was Fairytales and I followed it... very loosely. This is also a bullet fic because I scrapped my plot no less than three times over the course of writing this.

Pairing: Romantic Dukexiety, Implied/Background Mociet

Words: 2072

Warnings: jealousy, misunderstandings, toxic behavior

Synopsis: When Remus, Roman and Virgil were young, they were inseparable. They always played pretend--castles and princesses and dragons. But everyone has to grow up. Things change.

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Remus Sanders and his twin brother Roman have always been close. “Attached at the hip” some would say. Specifically, their mother, neighbors, and preschool teachers.

They always do the same things. They like the same juice. The same snacks. They play with the same toys, and they always laugh at the same things.

Their bond is unbreakable. They are the perfect duo. They never need anyone else.

Until they meet Virgil Storm.

They meet him early in their second grade year. Virgil is… a weird kid. He wears a purple jacket with cat ears on the hood in the middle of August. He doesn’t try to talk to anyone at lunchtime. He wears different colored socks and carries a lunchbox with cartoon spiders on it that says “Happy Halloween” even when it isn’t October.

He’s odd.

Remus loves him. And because Remus loves him, so does Roman.

The three of them make quick friends, underneath the tree on the playground, sitting in the grass and sharing easy smiles, as children do.

Roman suggests that they play a game that he and Remus invented all on their own--Knights and Dragons.

Virgil is quick to agree, because young children don’t have anything to worry about beyond silly games with their peers.

Remus believes that Knights and Dragons is a much more fun experience with three people. Sometimes Virgil is a knight, with Roman, and they both chase Remus around the school yard, giggling and waving sticks like they’re swords. And other times, Virgil is a dragon with Remus, and the two of them roar and yell and flap their arms like wings.

Virgil makes Remus laugh in ways that he thought only his brother could. Virgil laughs with him, not at him.

Of course, all good things come to an end, and soon, for the imaginative boy that was Roman Sanders, Knights and Dragons is not enough.

Knights and Dragons are boring in the eyes of a third grader.

Roman suggests one day that they add a princess to their game of Knights and Dragons.

Remus (rightfully) thinks that this is a very stupid idea. Princesses are for Disney movies and fairytales. Remus Sanders most definitely does not live in a fairytale.

But Roman loves fairytales. And Roman loves Disney. And, unfortunately, so does Virgil.

So they add a princess to their game. Oftentimes, this princess is played by Virgil, but sometimes Roman steps into the role. Remus is just glad that he gets to stay a big scary dragon.

That is… Until just a princess being kidnapped by a dragon and saved by a courageous knight is not enough for young Roman Sanders.

No, Roman wants more. Roman wants to emulate his favorite movies and his new favorite theme of said movies--

Romance.

So Knights and Dragons and Princesses turns into… Playing Cinderella.

There definitely wasn’t a dragon in Cinderella.

Remus is quickly shoved into the roles of the ugly stepsisters and stepmother. Don’t get it wrong! He loves playing the villain. He loves laughing maniacally and calling his brother funny names and getting away with it without punishment, because it was just pretend.

He doesn’t so much like sitting in the grass of his own backyard, watching while Roman and Virgil twirl around, holding hands and “dancing” to imaginary music while they “fall in love.”

It’s boring.

He’s almost glad when Roman’s phase of playing pretend Disney princesses ends.

Except that he can’t be. Because it ends with the three of them turning twelve and entering the dreaded halls of middle school. It ends with Roman joining the school theater club and making a whole bunch of new friends.

It ends with Virgil and Remus suddenly being left to walk home from school alone one day.

Despite his brother’s popularity, both Remus and Virgil are… outcasts of a sort. And since they just downgraded from a trio to a duo, their friendship is a bit more… strained. They still have the closeness of five years of best friendship, but there’s something… missing.

Cue Janus Duncan.

Janus is also an outcast. Janus is like a fairy godmother who comes in to save the poor outcasts at the last second, turning bleak days into wishes come true (if eating school lunch under the bleachers and snorting with laughter as they mix all the slushie options at 7-11 into one cup can be considered wishes come true), and wearing a super cool leather jacket that was two sizes too big, but definitely influenced Remus’s punk phase.

Because, oh yeah. They definitely both start their punk phases after meeting Janus Duncan.

Honestly meeting Janus really is a wish come true for Remus. A miracle among the comedy of errors that was his teenage years.

Because after about a year of Virgil, Janus and Remus being the perfect trio 2.0, Remus starts to… notice some things.

One thing is the way that his heart seems to inflate like a little balloon in Remus’s chest when Virgil smiles at him. The way that his guts squirm when Virgil laughs at one of his jokes, true and bright. The way that Remus catches himself staring at Virgil’s crooked smile, or his chipped nail polish as his fingers twirl around in his hoodie strings.

The second thing has… a lot of the same signs honestly.

Because Remus starts to notice how Virgil always watches Roman when he’s over at Remus’s house. The way that Virgil always smiles and waves at Remus’s twin brother when they pass one another in the hallway at school, his pale cheeks flushing a soft pink.

It makes a terrible, sickly green emotion curl in Remus’s stomach.

Jealousy.

So when Virgil tentatively brings up trying out for the school play, and asks Remus if Roman would mind running some lines with him, Remus does something he isn’t proud of.

He snaps. He tells Virgil that he shouldn’t try. That he won’t even make it. That he isn’t popular kid material. That Roman isn’t his friend anymore, god, Virgil, can’t you take a hint?

He watches it happen like he isn’t the one controlling his own body. He sees the shock take over Virgil’s features. The years of easy trust crumble before his very eyes as Virgil reels back in horror. He can taste the jealousy on his tongue.

As Virgil leaves, Remus knows that he is the villain of this story.

He can see it as plainly as if he had shattered Virgil’s dreams right in front of him, like so much of a shattered glass shoe on the palace steps.

That night, Janus comes over and lets Remus have it.

For about five minutes, before Remus breaks down and tells the truth to his now one and only best friend and lecturing quickly turns to comforting.

By the time that they start high school, the original trio has withered down to just Remus. The other two thirds are nearly distant memories. One a locked door down the hall, and the other three lockers down, speaking to new friends.

Anyone would choose the prince over the ugly stepsister. He couldn’t blame them.

The spring of their sophomore year, the school announces that they will be putting on a production of none other than Cinderella.

Roman auditions, of course. He gets the role of the Prince.

Virgil doesn’t audition, but he offers himself up for the role of stage manager.

Virgil and Roman’s friends Patton and Logan audition. They get the roles of mice, but they don’t seem at all upset by that fact.

Janus auditions. He gets the role of the fairy godmother.

Janus asks Remus to audition.

Remus refuses. He doesn’t want to play a campy version of the ugly stepsisters in front of the entire school. He may not care about this hell hole, but he isn’t going to make his remaining two years any worse than they have to be.

Janus drags Remus to rehearsals anyway. Kicking and screaming.

By some miraculous happenstance, Remus suddenly becomes the set designer for the show.

He may be imagining things, but he is pretty sure that that has something to do with what Janus, Roman and the director were whisper-arguing about in the first week of rehearsals.

Remus is grateful for it. Not that he plans on saying so. He still can’t bring himself to apologize to Virgil, but watching him from afar still brings those butterflies to Remus’s stomach.

One night, after rehearsal, Remus is putting the finishing touches on the carriage prop, which has quickly gone from inconsequential to him to his very own magnum opus. He’s just testing out its mobility when he hears soft laughter.

Naturally, he follows the sounds.

Stage left, hidden in the wings, Remus sees his brother, in full costume, standing across from Virgil, who is chuckling and gently smoothing his hands across the front of Roman’s costume.

Remus sees green. His old friend Jealousy curls around him like the dragon that he used to love to play.

He barely restrains himself from breaking the very set that he worked so hard on.

Funnily enough, that is progress.

The night before the play opens, there is a house party. Remus isn’t quite sure who is hosting, but the cast and company are the only people invited.

Remus doesn’t want to go.

Janus makes Remus go.

Begrudgingly, Remus has a good time. He has a good time drinking soda and watching the other stage hands tell stories about past productions. He has a good time laughing at Janus as he unsuccessfully tries to flirt with the boy in the bright blue sweater who plays a mouse.

He is still having a good time when the girl who plays Cinderella herself caps a plastic bottle and places it on the ground, calling for everyone to gather around for a game of spin the bottle.

Remus finds himself sitting between Janus and his giggly mouse boy, and some other techie who wears sunglasses indoors.

There are a few fun rounds. Roman has to kiss the girl playing the stepmother. One of the mice has to kiss Cinderella. It’s all in good fun.

That is, until Remus isn’t really paying attention and the mouth of the bottle is suddenly facing him. He blinks.

From across the circle, the studious looking mouse speaks up. “Janus clearly touched the bo-” The hand of one of the set designers covers the mouse’s mouth.

Remus blinks again. “So who’s the lucky bastard I’m making out with?”

All eyes turn to Virgil, who looks like a startled mouse himself.

Shit.

Virgil is up before anyone can say anything, backing away from the circle and spinning on his heel before making a beeline for the kitchen. Remus follows, standing up before his mind even catches up with his body. He sees Roman making to stand up too, but he holds out a hand.

Even after years of not being close, Roman can tell what he means without a word.

Remus follows Virgil into the kitchen and finds him leaning against the counter.

“Didn’t want to kiss the ugly stepsister that badly, huh?”

“What?”

“You… You know, Emo, like that stupid game Roman always made us play when we were ankle biters.”

“Wh- First of all, you and Roman are identical twins. You look exactly the same. That was just a game.”

Remus shrugs, as if he hasn’t carried that game and all it implied with him for the entirety of his teenage years.

“And… No. It wasn’t- I just didn’t want to kiss you in front of everyone.”

Remus pretends like that doesn’t make his heart shatter into a hundred tiny pieces.

Virgil seems to see it anyway. “I mean that I don’t want to… have my first kiss in front of all of them. It’s nothing against you, they just- they just all know about my crush.”

Virgil says it like it’s something stupid. Like being in love is something shameful. Like liking Roman Sanders isn’t something that literally everyone in that room except for Remus has in common.

“Your crush on my brother?”

Virgil looks at him like he’s the biggest idiot on the face of the earth.

He probably is.

Because he doesn’t see it coming for a second when Virgil steps closer, cups Remus’s cheek in his hand like he is made of something precious and priceless, and closes the gap to kiss him.

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Star-Crossed ⁕ Chapter Four

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The last few days in The Burrow were painfully slow for Thalia, since it mainly composed of her waiting for her wound to completely heal. Apart from that, her worry for her mother’s well-being had increased significantly, since it’s been a few days since Molly’s letter informing her of Thalia’s state had been sent out there had been no reply.

Molly insisted she stay with Ginny and Hermione in the former’s room as well, since climbing up the flight of stairs to the twins’ room would tire her too much, and would likely slow down the healing process.  

Finally, the time came for them to return to Hogwarts for their sixth year. Thalia was far less than excited due to the pain shooting up from her sides from time-to-time, but she was getting used to it. She needed a lot of help moving around though, which she mostly got from Harry and George who seemed to be by her side whenever she needed to stand.

Before she knew it, their break had concluded, and she was once again seated in a Hogwarts Expressed compartment with Ron, Harry, and Hermione; Fred and George occupying the seats on either side of her. The two continued to bicker as they argued over a rare Chocolate Frog Card – Fred claiming George already had one of it, while George reasoned out why he needed another one.

They were pulling on the card to and fro in front of Thalia when Fred’s grasp slipped, his hand landing a heavy sort-of punch to Thalia’s side. The brunette screamed in pain as he hit her healing wound, curling into a ball on the seat to try and lessen it. She slapped Fred and George’s hands away when they tried to touch her, before standing from her seat to leave the compartment without another word.

“Don’t” Snapped Hermione when the two stood to go after their friend. They looked towards the girl in confusion, “Leave her be. She needs to cool down. Just- Just sit”

The two seemed hesitant at first when they returned to their seats, but they complied – for Thalia’s sake. They worry began to grow when they disembarked the train, not being able to catch a glimpse of Thalia’s curly hair anywhere. When they caught up to Ginny, who was boarding a carriage with her friend, she had only told them the girl went ahead to be able to go to Madam Pomfrey, since her wound started bleeding again.

Guilt-ridden, the two climbed into their own carriage with Lee Jordan, wanting to get to the castle as soon as they can.

It was a pleasant surprise seeing Thalia already in the Great Hall for the Welcome Feast, Professor McGonagall leaning down to speak to her as she sat in her usual spot in the Gryffindor Table. As they neared, they could faintly hear what they were talking about – which is, yes, the wound Thalia had acquired.

The shock on McGonagall’s face was a tell she had learned it was from a curse that had hit when they were attacked at the Quidditch World Cup, but the smile on both their faces meant the conversation went okay. When the two arrived to sit beside Thalia, they received a reprimanding look from their Professor McGonagall, who was quick to turn and make her way back to the faculty’s table before the first years could arrive.

“I’m really sorry, Lia. I was -”

“Don’t worry about it” Thalia interrupted Fred before he could even finish his apology. She turned to him with a tight-lipped smile, her eyes glazed over. “Hmph- Pomfrey gave me some meds” She hiccupped, “Wound’s gone... yippee!”

“Madam Pomfrey told me she’d be a bit droopy” Ginny whispered to the twins as she leaned between them to explain the situation with Thalia. “Gave her a potion that should help heal the wound by tomorrow. Watch over her, though”

Ginny returned to her seat when Dumbledore stood, welcoming the students with his usual speech. He reminded the students of the list of forbidden objects prohibited in the castle which can be viewed in Filch’s office, that the forest is out-of-bounds, and that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not be taking place.

This seemed to bring Thalia back to her senses, making her sit up as she tried her best to understand the words coming out of Dumbledore’s mouth. She was among those who voiced their complaints against it, when the Great Hall’s doors banged open.

The figure who walked in with a clank! in each step brought shocked gasps among the students as he walked towards Dumbledore, shaking his hand. Dumbledore turned towards the students as he motioned to the man, “May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher – Professor Moody”

“Holy dragon balls” Thalia muttered, eyes meeting Harry who shared the same surprised look at her.

“As I was saying,” Dumbledore continued, “The Inter-House Quidditch games will not take place this year because we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months – an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year!”

“You’re JOKING” Fred belted out.

“BY MERLIN’S SAGGY RIGHT TESTICLE!” Thalia shouted her own disbelief, earning glances in her direction when Dumbledore focused his attention on her with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I believe it was his left, Ms. Pallas” He corrected humorously, causing Thalia’s cheeks to flush as the students exploded into giggles. “And no, I am not joking, Mr. Weasley. Though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar...”

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

Dumbledore chucked, returning to the original topic at hand, “the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of seventeen years or older will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration”

Thalia was quick to sense Fred’s annoyance before he himself could, placing a hand onto his forearm before he could speak out his opposition against the restrictions. He turned towards her, eyebrows furrowed, but she smiled in return, “Calm down, yeah?”

She removed her hand.  

They were asked to return to their food once Dumbledore had finished, Thalia enjoying the pie far too much that usual.  

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“What a doze off that guy is” Fred commented when they climbed through the portrait hole, irate by the Gryffindor Prefect who told them off for running in the hallway a few minutes ago. He collapsed on the couch beside Thalia, yawning as he laid to rest his head on a throw pillow.

“And I thought Percy was bad” George added, immediately claiming a seat in between Thalia’s legs, humming when her hands dropped to run it through George’s hair, untangling the knots. “I’ll end up falling asleep if you continue that”

“Then, best go up to your rooms now” She suggested, eyes meeting Ginny’s who signaled she wanted to talk to her. The two groaned in response, shaking their heads ‘no’ stubbornly, “Come on, Gin and I are gonna talk”

“We can deal with girl talk” Fred mumbled, switching positions so he could drape an arm around Thalia’s waist, “Is it about periods? I know a thing or two dealing with you and your grumpy arse over the years”

“You’re a bully” Thalia laughed, feeling Fred smile against her shoulder where he had his face nuzzled into.

“You love me anyway”

“Unfortunately,”

“Such flirts you two are” Ginny commented, sitting beside Thalia while shoving George away with her leg teasingly.  

“Just get together already! You act like a married couple anyways” George agreed, yelping when Thalia hit him in the back of the head using the hand she used to run through his head, “I was joking, Thalia Pallas. Merlin’s beard, you’ve really got quite a strength”

“If you’d left when Lia first told you to, that wouldn’t have happened” Ginny sang, now pulling Thalia by the arm, “Let her go, Fred! You’re with her most of the time anyway!”

Thalia laughed as she squirmed to loosen Fred’s hold, the older boy managing to hold her tighter. “Gin and I need to talk, Fred. Come on”

“Fine” Fred huffed, finally letting her go. Ginny cheered when Thalia stood up, waving her brothers good bye before rushing up the stairs to the dormitories ahead of Thalia.

Thalia looked back at the two with a soft smile before waving as well, bidding them good night before following Ginny, who called out for her when she took too long.

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RotTMNT drabble: It’s... probably a phase

((Had this silly idea a while ago, but I was suddenly inspired to write it out for funzies. Hope you all enjoy! ^v^))

No matter how many times he saw it, Mikey was sure that he was NEVER going to get tired of seeing the Hidden City. The unique architecture, the bright colors, the dragons and giant birds flying all over the place - it was AMAZING!

Not to mention all the various locations that he still had to see and explore - like the Hidden City Mall! Maybe for any other teenager, a mall would have been mundane - boring, even. But not for Mikey. Not when he had been given permission to explore the mall by himself as long as he remembered to text his fam every few hours, and especially not when it was so different than the malls he'd see on TV. In a way, it was like some of the shōtengai (or commercial districts) they had in Japan, according to their dad. Rather than being confined into one building, it was instead a long stretch of road that was covered with tiles on the ground, had large and open entrances and exits onto the street, and a curved roof above (making it seem a bit more 'indoor' than a marketplace or the Pirate Bazaar down by the docks).

"Coooooool~!" Mikey grinned, his pace increasing as he walked inside. There were plenty of different shops to browse through, from the specialty to the common. Some sold food and pharmacy others while others sold clothes, toys and knick-knacks. There was a shop full of scrolls and tombs, a shop for crystals and mystic gems, and even a pretty neat antique shop! But, as Mikey began heading towards a stand-up noodle bar for a quick lunch, a store that seemed to be covered in shadows quickly caught his attention instead.

The walls of the shop were painted black, with only covered candles providing any sort of life. The letters above the shop were written in Yokai-ese, but just based on the blood red color and the way they were written, Mikey could still tell that the shop was going for a 'hardcore' vibe. A bit intimidating maybe, but also interesting - interesting enough for him to walk inside, the orange of his bandana and the colorful stickers on his chest instantly making him stand out against the racks of black and dark colored clothing and the silver, spiky jewelry on display.

...Huh. So the Hidden City had goths and punks. Who knew?

Since the shop didn't have too many customers at the moment, it was that much easier for the two employees currently on duty to notice him. "Uhhh, you lost, kid?" one of them - a grey-furred hound with a pretty wicked nose ring and a black poncho with several chains hanging off it - asked, raising an eyebrow at the young box turtle.

"Oh, no," Mikey said, giving him a friendly smile, "I'm just browsing."

The other employee - a snake girl with purple scales and red highlights in her slightly spiked hair - chuckled. "You sure this is the store you wanna be browsing in?" she asked him, sticking her tongue out a bit, "There is a kimono shop just a few stores down that seems a little more... your style."

"Already saw it," Mikey replied, "And yeah, they were really nice! Really colorful too - but wayyyy out of my price range." He picked up a couple shirts, looking them over before putting them back. "But hey, this stuff is really cool too!"

"Hmph, oh really?" the hound asked dryly. Great, another poser. Just what they needed. "And just what is so 'cool' about it?"

"Lots of things!" Mikey grinned, "Though, I guess what I really enjoy about the goth style is how you guys are able to use a limited palette to not only express yourself, but still make something really unique and memorable! Don't get me wrong, I LOVE all sorts of bright and warm colors, but expressing yourself with only one or two colors that really mean a lot to you, and being able to focus on just them while still being able add so much style to that one palette is pretty impressive! And pretty cool too, if I do say so myself! I really love the way you guys use metals and stuff to catch the light and catch people's attention." He picked up a spiked collar, admiring it. "Plus, it just looks really sick."

"..." The two employees shared a look before smiling at each other. "Huh... I guess when you put it that way, it is pretty cool," the snake agreed, actually looking sort of touched by Mikey's comments, "I mean, for record, being goth is about wayyyyy more than just the fashion. But, hey, I can hang with someone who can respect and appreciate the aesthetic without being shallow about it."

"Yeah, and you know... if you like the style that much, I think you could pull it off," the hound added.

Mikey's eyes went sparkly at that. "Really?!"

"Sure, kid! We've got some stuff that would look great on you!" "Aaaand, I think we could let you use our employee discount too. Since you're, you know, cool."

"Sweet!" Mikey grinned, pumping his fist in the air, "What are we waiting for? Let's make me over! Goth style~!"

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Splinter had been planning on texting his youngest during the next commercial break, but before he could even reach for his phone, he heard Mikey call out from the lower level. "Hey, Pop! I'm home!"

"Oh good, I was just wondering when you would get back," Splinter replied, "So, did you have fun shopping?"

"Yeah, it was great! You wanna see what I bought?"

Splinter chuckled. "Oh, I suppose." That was enough to make Mikey race towards the TV room, his steps quick and obviously excited. Sitting up a bit, Splinter wondered what it was his youngest could have bought. Some fancy and fun new hat, maybe? Orange did always like playing dress-up. All of his boys did, really. They must have gotten that from him. Or maybe it was something in his favorite color? Or maybe-

He heard a small grunt behind him as Mikey lifted himself onto the second floor. "Tada! Take a look at me!"

"Okay okay, let's see-" Splinter looked over his shoulder, and his eyes nearly bulged right out of his head. He sputtered a bit before finally managing to shout, "Who are you and whAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BABY BOY ORANGE?!”

Mikey tilted his head at his father. "Huh? Dad, it's me. I just got a new look"

Splinter narrowed his eyes a bit. It certainly sounded like his Orange, but...

Mikey's mask had been dyed completely black, only the tips of his mask tails remaining orange. He was wearing a black tank top with a spiked collar and long, fingerless black gloves. Hanging over his shoulders and shell, covering up his bright yellow spots, was a black trenchcoat. His dark cargo pants had been spray painted with orange at the bottom of each leg cuff, almost looking like flames, and heavy black boots tied it all together.

"Come on, Pop! Don't I look great?" Mikey asked, holding up a 'rock and roll' gesture. ...Or, at least he was trying to. It was sort of hard to do with only three fingers. "I saw this goth store in the Hidden City, and I just HAD to give it a try! Don't you think it looks cool?"

"Er, w-well, ah..." Mikey frowned, disappointment starting to creep on his face.

...Well, that settled it. He may have looked very VERY different, but this was no rebellious phase or sudden change in his otherwise cheery attitude. He was still his son - still the same box turtle Splinter knew and love. "I think you look very, ah, unique!" Splinter told him, "And, uh, veeeeery fashionable and cool!"

Mikey grinned. "Awww, thanks Dad!"

"Hey, are you guys screaming in he-WHOA!" they heard Raph say from the atrium, “Mikey? Is that really you?!”

Mikey laughed, amused at his oldest brother's expression. "Yep! It's really me, baby!" Thankfully, Donnie and Leo didn't seem as shocked, though they were still mildly surprised.

“Huh… You know, out of all of us, I thought for sure Donnie would be the one who’d have a goth phase,” Leo said.

His twin shrugged. “Eh, my natural aesthetic is more high school prep meets cyberpunk.”

As Mikey ran off to give his brothers a closer look at his new goth duds, Splinter gave a small sigh. He would always try to support his sons and give anything that they cared about - whether it be likes, hobbies or even fashion - a chance, and he would continue doing that for the sake of his boys and their feelings... But a small part of him couldn't help but hope that Mikey's 'goth phase' didn't last TOO long.

Later that night, he received a text from Draxum - and surprisingly, this one wasn't some complaint or request. From the Baron's perspective, it was actually positive!

"Lou Jitsu - I know we don't always agree, but for the record, I also approve of Michelangelo's 'new look'. Very intimidating... A good starting point for a young warrior... Plus, all the black fits in with his ninja side. A win-win as it were, right?"

Splinter could only groan.

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Dragon Dancer: Bloody Ballerina

Shortly after Nono left the room, the lights went out, the sound of the air conditioning unit went silent.

I gasped, heart thumping. Johann was still asleep. I felt for his hand.

Suddenly, the computer provided for our room came back on on its own. I stared at it. A single message:

“Cliff in front, herd behind.”

Master List

The hairs rose on the back of my neck and down my arms. I swallowed. A warning? A threat? I didn’t move.

After a few seconds, EVA’s face appeared on the screen. My elation was short.

Her message was written out. “I’ve cut off all the power to the town of Chizuru save this computer. Your position has been compromised. Below is a map of the hotel.”

I scrambled for my phone. I took a picture of the map. “EVA... Johann’s hurt and probably needs medical attention!” I said.

She continued to communicate in text. “You are outnumbered 6 to 1. Without equipment, there is no viable battle strategy. The Hydra Execution department are on their way. Run!”

“Can you not hear me?” I tried to type but my input wasn’t showing up one the screen.

Nono returned. “We have to get out of here. These crazies are just attacking random people!”

“I know! EVA just told me!”

“Teleport again?” She asked me as I went to wake Johann up.

“I only have the one reference point in Chizuru that’s clear enough for me to use.”

“Reference point?”

“That’s right. I have to be able to properly visualize where I’m going. If I can’t... I could end up time traveling by accident... or worse.” I gently nudged him.

“TIME TRAVELING?”

“Johann... wake up... wake up!”

He groaned, his eyes roiling open. 

“We’ve gotta go. It’s a bad situation.”

“Compromised...?” He squeezed his eyes shut. “... so thirsty.” He whispered.

I hurried to get him some water.

“Carli... he can’t walk...” Nono stood there with wide eyes. 

“Do you think its safe enough to teleport back to the pond?” I asked.

“Even if we did... we’d...”

Screams and yelling echoed down the hall. Nono and I looked at each other.

“We’ve got to get weapons and they have plenty. It’s against the rules to use our dragon gifts against ordinary people, Carli, but I don’t see how we get out of this if we don’t. You’re the only one who can fight.”

I closed my eyes and let out a breath. “I have to protect you.”

She grabbed my shoulder. “There’s about 12 of them out there right now. Some of them with guns. If you go out there Carli... don’t hesitate.”

“I know...” I opened my eyes. My vision became crystal clear in the dark and I knew my eyes had turned yellow. “Berengaria.”

A spear of light appeared next to me. I knew I didn’t have to physically hold it. Or do anything physical with my body. I controlled it with my mind. “Twelve of them.. you said?”

“Yeah...”

The spear shattered and became twelve smaller ones, trembling and hovering like bright flames. I opened the door to our room. “This will only take a second.”

I walked outside.

They were a motley crew, all young with punk, edgy and emo outfits pulled from so called gangster movies and references from America: The gold chains the mohawks, the John Travolta style leather jackets. They looked like a bunch of buffoons.

A bunch of buffoons who were about to die.

I didn’t give them a chance to get over their confused shock at the sight of those ghostly lights. I propelled them forward, aiming for their foreheads. There was no sign of any collision, like someone would think would happen with a bullet.

One man just sighed, tossing his gun away, like he was weary of it all and gave up. Another’s hand flew to his face, like he felt something strange. “Ah!” he said.

Most just collapsed with no visible reaction. Their brains melted too quickly to send any further signals.

I hurried to loot the corpses, grabbing the smaller weapons that would be easier to carry and conceal as well as their holsters and pouches of ammunition.

I returned to the room. “Here.”

I met Johann’s eyes. There was no judgement there or worry. He knew what I had done. He said nothing. I broke his gaze.

“Woo!” Nono lifted her shirt and donned a holster for her newly acquired fire arms.

More shouting, this time far more distressed as the gang was discovering the carnage I’d left behind. “I don’t want to just kill my way out of here.” I said.

Gunfire... screams. People were clearly begging for their lives before being executed on the spot. Things had escalated. People were dying... they were dying because of my actions!

My vision came clear and I dashed outside. Again, I saw them. If they wanted to take out their anger on someone, it would have to be me. 

This time Nono joined me, twin pistols raised. One, two, three. She didn’t hesitate either. They were knocked to the ground, unmoving, one sliding against the wall, leaving a bloody trail.

I looked to her. She gave me a thumbs up. We dashed past the bodies and stopped when the sound of approaching motorcycles reached our ears.

The gang members came around the corner, saw the bloodbath in the hall and roared a battle cry zooming forward.

I don’t know what they expected. The minute they came for us, they died, their bikes falling over to the side and sliding under their own momentum until they reached our feet.

“Pay dirt!” Nono cheered, lifting one from the ground. “Grab Johann! We’ve got our ticket out of here!”

I ran back to the room. 

“Are you alright?” He asked as I helped him up.

“We can talk about that later.” I said, my eyes still glowing, in preparation to kill again.

Johann sat between us. I wrapped my arms around him. He held on to Nono, his precious sword between his chest and her back.

“Hold on tight! We’re headed for the exit!” Nono wheeled the vehicle around in the narrow hall.

Gangsters dove to the side as we passed. I turned and shot spears of light at them, wounding some, killing others. She popped a wheelie and smashed through the glass window. We were outside, speeding down the darkened Chizuru streets.

[santoteez]

In the Bronx - Hongjoong (3)

Part: 3 of (?)

Part 4 is up NOW! (link doesn’t work, pls use masterlink, sorry!)

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Angst, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, mentions of drugs, underage drinking, swearing, mentions of sex, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

After standing there for what felt like an eternity, Santana rushed back into the living room, retrieving her clothes. She got dressed and ran out of the house. If she paced herself, she’d make it to the warehouse before the crew spread out to sell. She cursed once approaching the heavily bolted door. Hongjoong never gave her the key. On top of not wanting her that involved with his life, he figured she’d never need it. The statement was almost laughable in this situation.

Resorting to drastic measures, she banged on the door.

“OPEN UP, I GOTTA TALK TO DRAGON!”

“Selling hasn’t started yet. Wait at the usual spots.” A voice said from the other side.

‘Is that Carlos?’ Santana thought to herself. She always saw him walking around the neighborhood with his grandmother. She never imagined he worked for Hongjoong.

“Fool, I ain’t no junkie! I gotta talk to Dragon. Some shit went down with HJ, and ALL y’all cats gotta dip like, yesterday.”

“Who is it?” Santana sighed in relief as she heard Seonghwa speak to Carlos. “Shit. That’s Santana. Move.”

Santana came face to face with the blonde-haired man as the door swung open. Her body shook uncontrollably, and Seonghwa realized immediately what had happened.

He opened his arms. “Come here.”

Santana allowed him to pull her in, and after holding it in, she burst into tears. They stayed that way for a few minutes before pulling apart.

“C’ mon, come inside.” He said.

Once inside, Seonghwa’s voice boomed through the warehouse.

“Everybody listen up! 12’s got HJ. This means we’re hot right now. I need this place packed up and emptied out TONIGHT. Don’t worry about the product you’re cooking. We’ll risk the loss. Right now I need this abandoned warehouse to LOOK abandoned. Get to it.” Everyone immediately started tossing things out, moving plants and bagging what was on the tables.

“Santana, come with me,” Seonghwa said, not looking back to see if she heard him. Luckily, she was right on his tail. They rushed into the office and Seonghwa locked the door. Santana watched from the corner as Seonghwa rummaged the tiny rooms, gathering documents.

“Talk to me, Santana. What did the cops say when they got there.”

“Attempted murder. It was the Coca Twins.”

“Pussies. Both of them. Not once did Hongjoong shoot. He didn’t even take the fucking safety off! Do you know where they took him?”

She shook her head. “The officer that read his rights badge said ‘Bianchi.’ I didn’t get the name of the one that tackled him to the floor.” She answered, her voice quivering.

Seonghwa paused to look up at her. “Santana. I know this is hard. But you’ve gotta be strong. You knew what dating a kingpin entailed when you said yes. Cry it out now if you have to. But when you’re done, wipe your face and keep pushing. Because the sooner we fix shit, the sooner he can be back.”

She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay,” He resumed packing. “What else? Did he tell you anything?”

Santana raked her brain. “Go back to where it all started, and that’s where your future begins.”

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“That’s the last thing he told me. He said to remember it.”

Seonghwa sighed. “Leave it to him to say some cryptic shit like that. I swear he too smart to be a kingpin.”

“You have no idea how much I agree. He also told the cops he acted alone.”

Seonghwa stuffed all the documents into his backpack. “Of course he did. He doesn’t want us both behind bars. C’mon, let’s go get Minjoon. I have his cell phone tracked.”

“Ain’t that shit incriminating?” Santana pointed to his backpack.

“More than incriminating, but with the police sniffing around, it’s safer with me.” He unlocked the door, walking out to the main area, which was already looking clearer than before.

“I am on my way to a side job. For your protection, no one besides Santana follows me. Carlos and Mitch, you will oversee the moving of the materials and equipment. Make sure all of this makes its way to the Castle Hill location before midnight. It’s fairly new but it will have to do. Like always, stay safe, stay together.” He headed to the back door.

“Whatever this side job is, come back in one piece, boss.” Lil Mike, a fairly new member said as Seonghwa approached the door he guarded.

“Don’t worry about me. Make sure you and everyone in here is safe. You may be new, but these your brothers. Have they backs.” Seonghwa opened the door once Lil Mike nodded. “Santana, stay close behind. Step quietly. Step quick.”

They got in the car and sped off down the street and onto the highway. They arrived in Brooklyn in 15 minutes flat, which was understandable considering Seonghwa was swerving and running red lights. They arrive at a brownstone off Chauncey St. The door was forced open by a piece of cardboard wedged into the hinges, and the music was booming.

Seonghwa double-parked the car, and Santana hopped out, walking straight into the apartment.

There were kids making out, smoking and drinking all over. Body shots and beer pong was going on in the far part of the house, and a smoke machine made it hard to see.

“Heyyyy, you’re too old to be in high school!” A girl slurred, approaching Santana.

“I’m looking for Minjoon Kim, you seen him?”

The girl giggled. “I don’t kiss and tell. Aren’t you too old for him anyway?”

Santana rolled her eyes. “Heffa, I don’t have the TIME, nor the ENERGY. It’s either you know where he’s at or not.”

The girl laughed again. “Wait your turn, cougar. He’s worth the wait, I promise.”

“This is getting nowhere,” Seonghwa said, causing Santana to jump. She had no idea he was standing there.

Seonghwa headed straight for the stereo, cutting the music off. Shouts of protest immediately ensued.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Seonghwa said, the room instantly becoming pin quiet. “I’m in here looking for Minjoon Kim. I shouldn’t have to explain who that is. Girls want him, guys wanna be him. Where is he?”

The room remained silent.

“If no one wants to talk, how bout we play a game? It’s called ‘Let’s see if the crazy blonde guy has a gun in his backpack.’ Unless you wanna play, start talking.”

“I saw him stumble out the house a while back.” A voice called out from the crowd.

“Did anyone bother to ask him where he was going?”

“He said he needed some air. He wanted to go home, but his DD got drunk, and his phone died so he couldn’t get an uber, so he was gonna take the bus.” Another voice called out.

Seonghwa smiled. “Now, I’m gonna turn the music back on. And all you little mongrels are gonna forget what I look like or that I was ever here. If not, I’m always willing to play my favorite game. Capiche?” just like that, the music was turned on and attention was taken off of Seonghwa.

“Wow, that was soooo hot. Who are you?” A girl approached Seonghwa on his way out.

“Dragon.”

“Dragon. That name is soooo cool. Maybe I can see you again? You might be a killer but you’re a hot one. My name’s Samantha!”

“Your hair is parted wrong. I can see all your tracks.” He said, causing Samantha to scream, running into the house

Santana burst out laughing. “That was quite the roast.”

He shrugged, smirking. “I guess that’s why they call me Dragon. Let’s go, we’ll just have to check every bus stop in the vicinity. We better hurry before the hour. At that point, he could be on any bus headed anywhere.”

They drove around in circles, checking every bus stop, taxi post, gas station they could find. Suddenly, they saw a boy in a pale-yellow shirt.

“That’s gotta be him!” Santana shouted.

“You’re right, I recognize that shirt.” Seonghwa pulled into a parking spot at the corner of the street. Just then, two men began walking opposite Minjoon. The teen, obviously disoriented, bumped into one.

“Watch the shirt, kid! This here Versace.”

“Oh, my bad.”

“Hollup, you look just like someone I know. Don’t he, Ray-Ray?”

“Yeah! What’s that cat’s name? HJ?”

“What? How- how do you know my brother?”

“Oh shit! This the little brother he been hiding. You’re in for a shitshow, kid. The twins done stung your big bro. Ratted him out. That’s what he gets for dealing with those punks.”

Seonghwa reached out, pulling Minjoon away. “Ray-Ray, Spider. Long-time no see.”

“Aw shit, here comes Dragon to save the day. Always cleaning up after your kingpin. You should’ve got that title, man. He not fit.”

“Yeah, well. That’s not your decision. Let’s go, Youngblood.” He tugged on the boy’s sleeve, jerking him backwards towards the car.

“Is that the Missus back there? Oh, baby, you way too fire to be dealing with HJ. Come find out what a real man feel like. Brooklyn’ll suit you well.” Ray-Ray called out.

“Play with fire, you get burned. Get in the car, MJ.” She opened the passenger door, and the boy stumbled inside. Once Santana was seated, Seonghwa sped off.

“Seonghwa, where’s Hongjoong? How does he know those men? Why do they think he’s a kingpin? You have to tell them they're mistaking him for someone else. Santana, make him tell them.” Minjoon said desperately.

“I’ll explain soon, Youngblood. Right now, I got one more favor to do for your brother. Just take a nap, okay, I’ll wake you up when we’re home.”

“Can you get me Popeyes? I was gonna take the bus, but I got hungry sitting at the bus stop. I remembered seeing a Popeyes on the way to the party, so I tried to find it but I got lost and my phone died.”

“Minjoon, I’ll get you the biggest order Popeyes has ever fucking seen. Just go to sleep, okay?”

The boy nodded, dozing off.

“Where we going, Seonghwa?”

“I think I finally know what HJ’s phrase meant.”

They drove to Cypress Hills Cemetery. Seonghwa turned off the car, leaving the AC on for Minjoon. They got out the car and Seonghwa retrieved a shovel from the trunk.

“I don’t even know why you have that just lying around.” Santana said.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you.” Seonghwa countered. “Let’s go.”

They walked to the top of the hill. Seonghwa suddenly stopped at a tombstone. It had definitely seen better days.

“What are we doing? Who’s buried here?”

“Technically, no one. In theory, your mother-in-law.” Seonghwa said, moving aside to let Santana read the epitaph.

         Kim Ji Woo

         1979-?

“HJ couldn’t move on without burying her, with or without her body. He tried searching for her, but never found any leads. So, he presumed her dead.” He shoved the shovel into the dirt. “Keep watch for me. If this is what I think it is, it should be a shallow dig.”

Santana looked out onto the street as Seonghwa tossed shovelfuls of dirt to the side. Santana turn around when she heard the shovel hit something.

“Found something,” Seonghwa said, using his hands to unbury it all the way.

Pulling at the object, it arose from the ground.

“A baby carrier?” Santana asked confused.

“Not just any carrier. The carrier Minjoon was in when the cops found them. HJ must’ve left it here.”

Seonghwa pulled back the blanket covering the large lump in the carrier, rolls of money peeking out.

“Holy shit, there’s gotta be thousands in there,” Santana said in disbelief.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose. “This has to be Minjoon’s college money. If HJ wanted us to find this, it means he doesn’t expect to be out by the time Minjoon needs it.”

“So, what are you saying?” Santana asked, terrified of the answer.

“HJ’s gonna confess. He’s gonna turn himself in as kingpin.”    

[itsafoolmoon]

celestiyale here~ all of the oc questions because I'm an ass like that

I can’t believe you’ve done this to me 

1. Your first OC ever?

Technically my sonic oc I made when I was like what, 8?  

In all seriousness, I think it’s Kara. She’s can shapeshift into a wolf. 

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

I’d gotta say it’s probably Chase. He’s pretty upbeat and I think about what stupid things he’d get into. 

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Nah

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I barley talk about most of my OCs, you’ll just have to ask to see them 

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5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Kara. She’s apart of a story i’m trying to make and therefore if she’s popular than my other characters would be by association. 

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Chase and Mike. When I first did their designs freshman year of highschool they looked almost the same, thankfully I’ve fixed that a bit. Just in case though it gave me an excuse to pretend they’re brothers of sorts.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Kara, Jasper, Bellona, and a couple others i’ve yet to name. They’re the ones that actually have a kind of story going on. still working on the others

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

I haven’t RP’ed since elementary school @whimsicalsnail can vouch for me

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

No, they’re all my children and I love them.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

None of them are very complicated actually...a bit too simple if you ask me...

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Chase or Kara

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

There are too many webcomics I’ve read for me to pick one

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

Elliot, he’s in college and he’s a punk

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

Kara and Jasper. Their family and possibly clan were wiped out by a witch and wizard. Jasper takes care of Kara like a little sister and feels responsible for both their families fallen because he could have given a better warning. Since the attack, Kara has nightmares and if she get’s too emotional (anger, fear, sadness) something else takes over.... talk about cliche 

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Only ones that promise not to judge how terrible they all are 

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

Mia

17. Any OC OTPs?

I don’t really ship any of my OCs together. I’ve tried making someone for Chase and Mike but...relationships are complicated and so is OC making

18. Any OC crackships?

Nah

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

I can’t say there’s one that “means a lot” to me...guess I don’t bond with them enough hehe

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Chase is a singer. He’s the lead singer of a little rock band he make called Rising Phoenixes (It’s a work in progress people). I made him when I first heard the song The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy. So his voice would be something like Patrick Stump with maybe a bit of Chester Bennington from Linkin Park and Michael Barnes from Red.  Obviously he’s really into rock music and he likes rap as well as some pop. 

21. Your most artistic OC

Technically Chase. The rest of em are goons. Elliot doodles somewhat but that’d when he’s not paying attention in class or procrastinating

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

I wouldn’t know since not many people know about them 

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

With complete honesty, none of my OCs have really changes much since I’ve made them. Design, yeah, but they have the same personality and goals and stuff. 

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Elliot or Chase. They’re both dumb and I love them. 

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Kara. When I made her in elementary I was basically trying to make myself seem more interesting...

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Nope. All the changes I’ve done are my own choices.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

Buddy, a lot of my OCs are based on songs. My problem is that I don’t remember most of them...

Mike - Basketcase by Green Day

Chase - The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

Mia - Titanium by David Guetta ft. Sia

Bonnie - Cake by Melanie Martinez

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Realistically, Mia. She’s a spy and analyzes all situations with caution. 

Fantasy wise, Bellona and her brother. They use their magic with little to no regard for other life. 

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

I would say Elliot but he’s a little turd so he’d tell everyone just to act like a tough guy.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

Mia. The semi stoic ones always have a soft side.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Chase would have a social blog that probably promotes his band and there’s a bunch of selfies with him and his bandmates along with audio posts of their songs. Some grumpy Mike pictures are included.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

Mia. Since she’s a spy she’s got all the training to survive and she’s been trained mentally to adapt to situations. There’s a chance she’ll scream at some point though. 

33. Your shyest OC?

Elliot. He’s very socially awkward.

34. Do you have any twin characters?

Debating wether to give Kara a twin brother. I dabbled in wether I wanted a girl or boy and I can have both if they’re siblings. Still indecisive about it though. 

Might be repetitive though since Bellona and her brother are twins as well.

35. Any sibling characters?

Mike and Chase aren’t related by blood, but they have a sort of bond like siblings.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

I’m not sure I understand the question. 

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human

Kara and Jasper are both shapeshifters. Kara originally turned into a black wolf but after the attack on her family, her fur is black and white. Jasper can turn into a red wolf. Bellona and her brother know magic and are able to turn into dragons. 

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

I’m thinking that Mike was sent to ballet or some sort of fancy dance classes. Meanwhile I have another OC that GETS DOWN AT THE CLUB. 

39. Introduce any character you want

Jasper isn’t talked about much so uh. Yeah he’s a shapeshifter and acts much like a protective older brother towards Kara. He’s got a hint of Jakob from Fire Emblem Fates to his personality when it comes to Kara. He’s a typically polite young man and he tried to hide his emotions a lot of the time. He can be very caring and kind depending on the person though. 

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

When I first drew Mike, my friend said he was hot. It was during theatre my freshman year. 

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

@whimsicalsnail has, but they’re buried deep in our tumblr convo

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

hmm probably Chase

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I’m gonna be honest, I consider all of my OCs attractive and I would probably date the dudes. I’m guily of same face syndrome too probably. 

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

I like that i’m able to make them and that I don’t always have to draw fanart to feel satisfied

45. A character you no longer use?

I use all of them...in due time...some more than others...

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

I DON’T TELL PEOPLE ABOUT MY OCS SO NO....

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

I don’t tell people enough...@whimsicalsnail probably has

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

Either Chase or Kara

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Elliot. He’s a college student, of course he’d be too into memes.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

I usually create OCs based on songs, even if I can’t remember them all. There are a few songs that i’d relate to my OCs and think of them when listening to them. Kara is basically my self insert into the fiction world and I am ashamed but it’s too late now. I hope they all don’t have the same kind of personality too....

If you’re interested in any of my OCs, I’ll gladly do some doodles of them to show you what they look like!

@axioms-sassiest this took me almost an hour to do....why.....