#i had the visual for them so vividly in my head i had to doodle it

[mothhuuny]

do you ever make an au so powerful it overcomes your art block. anyways. haha daan-te.

unfortunately they cant have a clock head. however now they have war trauma, so win-win!

[shootingcookielover]

Warnings: Uhhh Remus being Remus, I think, otherwise... Kidnapping, I suppose and... Attempted murder?

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Prince Roman had come to face the Serpent, had come to cut the beast's head right off. And he was going to! Becaus he wasn't scared.

At all. Remus was wrong.

Remus was always wrong.

So Roman entered the caves, sword firmly grasped in his hand. When he reached the biggest cavern, he stopped. (It wasn't because he was too afraid to go further, there couldn't be any bigger caves than this one. Surely.)

He drew in a deep breath and yelled, voice barely shaking from anger, not fear: "Serpent! I've come to slay you, foul beast!"

His words echoed along the vast room around him and he felt very small all of a sudden.

He couldn't hear anything but his own echo for a bit, but when that finally died down, his heart sunk into his stomach.

Some kind of... Scratching sound was heard, but also that sound that a body makes, a body that's dragged along rough stone. (He remembered vividly that time Remus had pulled one of their servants' kids on the ground for an entire day. Roman had found it odd and a bit off-putting, but they had seemed to both enjoy themselves, so he had left them to it.)

But there was also the distinct ruffling of fabric and, on rare occasions, a blink of something yellow reflecting what little light there was.

Roman should have brought a torch, he thought, but it was too late now. He gripped his sword tighter, raising the tip against whatever may come from the darkness.

His heart dropped all the way to his feet when the serpent stood to it's full height in front of him.

Whereas before the vastness of the cave had made him feel inferior, now he felt so utterly and incredibly small, he could barely breath. He took a hesitant step back, but no more than one.

Somewhere deep in his brain there was still that thought, that stubbornness, that he wanted to prove he wasn't a coward. It kept his feet rooted to the spot, even as his sword shook with his fear.

The serpent let out an amused chuckle that sent spikes of terror and adrenaline through Roman like fireworks.

The beast shifted again, but it was too fast and the cave too dark for Roman to know what it did.

Not until giant fingers grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him off the ground with ease.

Faced with a situation like this, some fight bubbled up inside him. He thrashed weakly, quiet pleas and sometimes threats falling from his lips, but nothing he did affected the Serpent.

The fingers only gave him a bit of a shake and the sword, already held in a fumbling, weak grip, clattered to the ground, alongside his crown. The only token still connecting him to his kingdom, tumbling off into the darkness below.

Any and all fight left Roman as the beast flicked it's wrist just so that he was atop it's hand.

It had raised him towards it's face; half of it oddly human, while the other clearly wasn't.

"You've come to slay me?", The creature questioned, one hand dramatically indicating itself. "I'm almost flattered!"

Roman didn't know how to respond, couldn't, even if he had known how to. His voice seemed broken and all that fell from his lips were fragments of sentences never quite formed in his fear-addled mind.

The Serpent hummed and Roman felt his breath catch, felt his heart studder and his adrenaline spike. His mouth clicked shut and he was afraid. So, so afraid.

"Well, assuming you have given up on that, quite frankly, impossible endeavour...", The beast's eyes moved across Roman's comparatively small frame. Took in the details of his hair, left a mess by the crown he'd worn before. Took in the red sash neatly tied across his torso, the white clothing and the obviously expensive brown leather boots. "I think I'll keep you."

Finally, with the last bits of desperation and terror and utter confusion, Roman managed to ask a question. "W- what?!"

Not a long question, but a question nonetheless.

The Serpent chuckled, not answering the Prince's question, not even with one of it's own. Instead, the beast reached out with a finger of it's unoccupied hand and gently stroked Roman's head.

"You're cute."

Not even a repeat of his earlier question made it past his lips this time. All he managed were distressed gurgling sounds that were vaguely worrying, but not enough so that the Serpent noticed.

It slithered off, into the depths of it's domain, carefully clutching a tiny human in it's hand. A human that realized with sinking dread that, no, that cavern hadn't been the biggest one.

Not by a long shot.

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His steps were soft and inaudible in the damp air of the cave. Instead of a lit torch he carried with him a lamp, not yet housing the flickering light of a flame.

He didn't intend to draw any attention to his presence, not now anyway.

He was here for one purpose and one purpose only; to get his moron of a brother out of trouble. That idiotic twin of his had somehow thought that running of to fight a gigantic Naga was a good idea.

Roman didn't even know the creature's name, for the stars' sake!

Remus stopped in his tracks to stare at the darkness in contemplation. Logan was rubbing off on him.

A giggle escaped him as that thought was accompanied by the most pleasant of visuals his mind could conjure. Oh, how he wished Logan would make more of those delightful screams he seemed to be bursting with!

A joyful skip to his walk, Remus continued down the tunnels. Knowing his brother, Roman hadn't bothered to step out of the main cave into one of the side ones.

And people thought Remus was the dumb twin.

Maybe he was, he mused, as he skipped along and kicked some water up from a nearby puddle. He was following his brother into certain death, after all.

At the mouth of the fourth cavern, Remus stopped. Perhaps to revel in the delicious thought of a cavern-monster that just waited for travellers to step past it's mouth, so it could crunch them with it's rock-column teeth before swallowing them.

Or, perhaps, because he caught sight of something. Of something familiar.

Through the thick darkness he could make out the vague shape of a crown and a sword. While he'd never been quite as good at vision-enhancing magic as his brother, when he fell to his knees next to the items, he knew they belonged to Roman.

He didn't mind the cave's dampness seeping into his pants from the ground, didn't care about the chill digging it's way into his legs, settling into his bones.

He only cared about his brother.

With shaking fingers he reached out, one carefully tracing along the edge of Roman's most priced possession - a katana that had been custom-made just for the prince.

It was sharp as ever, giving Remus a small cut along his fingertip. He didn't care about that either.

He numbly picked up his brother's crown and sword, gathered them into his trembling arms.

"Roman...?", He whispered into the cold, uncaring darkness of the cave-monster's belly.

He received no answer, of course, and he hadn't expected to. Not if he was being entirely honest, and there was rarely a time were Remus was anything but entirely honest.

His legs shook when he stood, they didn't shake anymore when he stepped out of the cave.

Warm sunlight chased the cave's chill right out of him, but there was something deeper, darker it could not even reach. Something that had settled into Remus' soul the moment he'd pieced together that he would actually not see his brother again.

Logan sat not too far from the entrance to the tunnels, a book propped up on his lap. Remus would have found the sight endearing, had he not been carrying the last remains of his brother.

The royal advisor looked up when he heard Remus' steps. With quick movements the book was packed up and Logan was on his feet, approaching the dour looking Duke.

"Is Prince Roman--"

"Dead.", Remus said, not caring that he had cut the other off. He stared down at the items in his arms. In the daylight it became even clearer that these were Roman's.

That tiny scratch in the metal right beneath the third crystal, the one Remus had made and always refused to answer Roman about. The small chunk of metal that had come off when Roman had fallen out of that tree in the courtyard, the one that looked a bit like a hunching figure.

The crystal that looked just a bit too smooth, a bit too round, a bit too different from the others.

"He's dead.", He repeated, as if needing to clarify. "Roman is dead! Killed by a snake or a cave or maybe a fallen rock!"

Remus clutched the crown and sword tighter.

A hysteric laugh bubbled forth from the prince at that.

"Could you imagine that, Logan?! The great prince Roman crushed into tiny little pieces of flesh and meat and bone and skin and brain, all scattered underneath a rock?! Inside a cave? Never to be seen again?!"

He laughed more, he felt light-headed, tears were falling from his eyes. "Buried under tons and tons of earth, never able to get a proper burial pyre!"

Logan placed a calming hand on Remus' shoulder and the Prince's laughter ceased. There was only pain in his eyes, not a trace of mirth as he looked into Logan's eyes.

"That thing killed my brother, Logan.", He mumbled, arms tightening around the sword and the crown once more, not caring that the blade cut into his arm.

"I'm going to get my revenge. I'm going to kill it, too, Logan. I'm going to cut it up into tiny little itsy-bitsy pieces while it is still alive, to hear it scream and cry and yell and beg in agony for it's worthless life, but I will not spare it. I will never spare it. Do you understand, Logan?"

The royal advisor could only nod, already he was forming plans in his head on how to best help the prince. The only prince, now.

Remus gave a mirthless smile and walked past Logan into the forest, soon disappearing from the cave's field of vision.

He left only a small trail of blood behind.

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So uh

The fic I made to go with that piece of art up there that was pretty much just a doodle

Uhhhh yeah hope you like it. I'd like to continue it, but I know I won't have the motivation/energy to see it through to the end so. Uhm. Maybe there'll be more, but probably not.

[jae-bummer]

Freckles & Stars (Fae!AU)

Request: A yuta faerie!au pls

Pairing: NCT’s Yuta x Reader

Genre: Fluff

You had the smallest freckle in the shape of a star. 

Truthfully, you couldn’t remember a time without out it, but you knew there was one. You knew there was a point in your life when there was no freckle decorating the little expanse of skin directly between your index finger and thumb. Memories aside, it had grown to be one of your most favorite features of your body in the short years you had become familiar with yourself. 

Gazing down fondly upon it, you let out an easy sigh. 

Yuta. 

It was a strange thought to have, but it seemed to always accompany any moment of pondering you spent with that star. You seemed to vividly remember it’s association with the same moment you stopped remembering Yuta. 

Or at least the same moment you stopped fabricating Yuta. 

That’s what your mother had insisted. Yuta, the simple fabrication of an adolescent mind. An imaginary playmate, if you will. But to you...to you, Yuta was very much a living, breathing, little boy. A little boy who had made up almost the entirety of your childhood as you had remembered it. He laughed with you, played with you, and loved you just as much as you loved him. 

You spent your days in the garden, skipping stones, and creating forts in the weeds. He taught you the names of flowers and how to purse your lips into whistling different types of bird calls. He allowed for your small fingers to braid his dark hair as long as he was allowed to steal kisses from your cheeks. From the moment you had met, you had been infatuated with him, and he, with you. He was your best friend, and he showed you the most colorful pieces of his corner of the world. 

But he was imaginary. 

That was what your mother had said. 

“Y/N!” her voice called from the kitchen. 

“Yeah?” you called back, but heard nothing but silence in return. 

You grumbled to yourself, subconsciously rolling your eyes, as you set down your pen in the spine of your notebook, and pulled yourself from your desk. You gave one, last, longing glance to the doodles you had left there. 

“Y/N!” she repeated, as you stumbled down the hall. This time, you remained silent until you reached the kitchen, only lifting your brows as she made eye contact with you. “Can you set the table?” 

You nodded as you moved past her, your body following the usual motions without thinking much of it. 

“You know, some verbalization would be nice,” she hummed. “I can’t hear your brain rattle.” 

“Yes, mother,” you groaned. “Nothing would please me more than to set the table.” 

“I could do without the sarcasm,” she muttered. 

“Now that would be asking a lot,” you grinned. 

“Apparently,” she chuckled. “Why couldn’t I have a child that jumped at my request?” 

“Have more kids,” you smirked. “And you may have better luck.” 

“And have another like you?” she asked with a smile. “I’m fine.” 

You began to circle the dining room table, idly placing various pieces of cutlery until a knock sounded on the door. Furrowing your brows, you glanced toward your mother who shrugged her shoulders vaguely before setting down her whisk and wiping her hands against her jeans. “Expecting someone?” 

“Oh crap, you mean you’re supposed to wait until your parents leave before you throw a raging party?” you asked. “I must have missed that step in college.” 

“You actually have to have friends to throw a party, Y/N,” she clucked, turning the corner. “You should start working on that though.” 

You let out a light chuckle as you continued your work, setting plates down before going to retrieve glasses from their designated cabinet. Chewing on your lip, you strained your hearing as you thought your mother’s tone grew more stern from the entry way. Surely she was attempting to ward off a salesman or someone who had the wrong address. 

“Y/N!” she called for what seemed to be the millionth time today. 

You set down the glassware you had in your hands and shuffled into the living area, tilting your head as you stepped down into the entryway. You felt the color drain from your face and your limbs grow heavy as eyes not at all unfamiliar met yours. 

“Can you please tell this young man that you have no idea who he is?”

The shape of them...round, inquisitive, housing dark chocolate orbs, hadn’t changed in the years that had passed. His features were more sharp, more handsome, more...wild even. He was no longer the small, soft, chubby boy you had once known...once thought you had completely fabricated. Standing in your doorway, dressed in a fitted suit, he looked like a dream, like a fantasy...but this time...this time he was very real. 

“Yuta?”  

“Yuta?” your mother blinked. “Wasn’t that the name...?”

“Of my imaginary friend...” you nodded slowly. 

“For what I hope to be the last time,” his voice chimed, now mature and smooth. “I am very much, not imaginary.” 

“Evidently,” your mother breathed. “But...but how? This...this is him? How do you know?” 

“It’s him,” you continued to nod. “Would this be a bad time to say I told you so?” 

“How could you blame me?” she gasped. “Any time you wanted to introduce me to your friend, he disappeared. I saw you quite literally talking to flowers when you had claimed to be talking to him.” 

“To be fair, I was incredibly good at hide and seek,” he grinned. “And daisies are the best listeners.”

Oh, that smile. How could you ever forget that smile? 

Your mother deadpanned before giving you an exasperated look. “So, Yuta? What’s the occasion for your visit?” 

“Well,” he said slowly, his brilliant smile turning to a grimace. “I’ve come to collect my mate.” 

“I’m sorry, your what?” your mother asked without skipping a beat. 

You felt your mouth grow dry as something electric seemed to slice through your veins. 

“My mate?” he tried again, his voice just as blunt as you always remembered. 

“That’s what I thought you said,” she chirped. “And while I’m flattered, as you’re a very attractive young man, I’ve been married for a very long time.” 

“Ma’am,” he chuckled. “Maybe you should sit down for this-”

“No, I think you should sit down for this,” she began. “I know exactly what you mean and your intentions with my child and-” 

“I don’t quite think you do,” he interrupted. “I don’t mean to disrespect, but are you familiar with...well...are you familiar with the term “fae”?”

“Sure. I had an Aunt Fay once and she was an awful woman,” your mother murmured.

“I think he means fae as in fairy folk mother,” you clarified. You wouldn’t have known the term yourself if it wasn’t for the immense amount of fantasy novels you had read through your young adult years. You furrowed your brows as you watched Yuta’s facial expressions. You hadn’t seen him in quite some time, but the discomfort on his face still managed to make you sympathize with him.

“Yes, exactly,” he nodded with a thankful smile. 

“Alright,” your mother sighed. “And so?” 

“And so,” Yuta nodded. “I, Yuta Nakamoto, am...a fae prince.” 

You felt your mouth slowly begin to open as you glanced at your mother for a reaction, but found none. Her eyebrows were barely lifted, but in general, she looked unimpressed. “Are you now?” 

Yuta couldn’t help but roll his eyes as waved his hand vaguely before him, the air particles themselves seeming to become more crystalized, more clear, sparkling on their own. Glancing from my mothers face and then slowly to mine, Yuta smirked before snapping his fingers. With the small action, it seemed as if a layer of dust had been wiped clean from his features, exposing his true form. What had originally been an already handsome man, had adapted into an otherworldly being. His ears had elongated in shape, pointed, as a stereotypical fairy being. His skin had turned an opaque, grey-silver, a quiet glistening beginning to shine from every pore. He was breathtaking. 

You looked to your mother again who’s jaw had also dropped. 

“You are,” she said simply. “C-C-Continue.” 

“I’m a fae prince,” he repeated. “And when Y/N and I were children...we had made a pinky promise...we told each other that when we were older, we would get married because there would never be anyone we loved more than each other...and well...apparently pinky promises are just as binding to children as unbreakable vows are to high fae.” 

“What do you mean?” you whispered. You already felt the inkling of an answer in the bottom of your stomach, but needed the clarity in his words. 

“The star,” he said simply, reaching out for your hand. With a permanently mischievous smile on his face, he placed the same area of his hand beside yours, a freckle mirroring the one that had lived on your skin, on his as well. “Our star...our promise.” 

“I’m...I’m your mate,” you confirmed quietly.

“I’ve wanted to tell you before,” he murmured. “But I had to wait...until I was of age...and you were of age...and now we have the coronation...and...”

“I’m sorry, the what?” you croaked. 

“Your coronation?” he coughed, scrubbing a hand along the back of his neck. “You know...to rule by my side?” 

“Oh right,” you hummed. “Just...keeping it casual. My coronation.” 

“This is all...fine and dandy,” your mother said quietly. “But do you honestly expect to just...take my child away from me?” 

“Ma’am,” Yuta sighed, glancing up at your mother through his lashes. “Your child is no longer a child...that’s why it’s time for the mating bond-”

“Will you stop calling it that!” she gasped. “The word mate is just so...so...”

“Visual?” he grinned, lifting his brows. “Sensual?” 

You couldn’t help but snort at the amused glint behind his eyes. 

Your mother couldn’t work up a death glare quickly enough for either you or Yuta before crossing her arms. “You know what, you two sound like a match made in heaven. Fairy heaven. I assume you die if you try to break this bond, so who am I-” 

“Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. “Much worse than death. You’ll suffer for ten eternities in the deepest pits of-”

“You know, why don’t you spare me,” she sighed. “Look, we still have a lot of talking to do, especially once Y/N’s father gets home, but let’s have dinner. If I hear anything more about a mating bond without food in my stomach, my hanger may just have me smack that cute little grin off the fairy prince’s face.”

After a long conversation and several more acts of fairy magic from Yuta, you had made the long journey to the Court of Spring, where you had the privilege of meeting his parents. They were just about as enthusiastic about the situation as yours had been, with the added bonus of not being advocates for interspecies relationships. Luckily, Yuta had made it overwhelmingly clear that their prejudices would not be tolerated. After your coronation, fae magic would be just as available to you as it was to any of them, and you would have the rest of eternity to “learn to love each other.” 

Lovely. 

Nonetheless, when you had been ushered into your lavish room that evening, you were feeling incredibly out of place and uncomfortable. The only saving grace to the situation was your soon to be husband, who until very recently, you were convinced had been a figment of your imagination. 

“Mind if I come in?” his voice floated from the door. 

“Even if I did mind, wouldn’t you still find a way?” you mused. 

“If I said yes, would you be annoyed with me?” he chuckled. 

You let out a sigh and tried to keep the smile from your lips. “Maybe only a little.” 

You could tell he was smiling without even turning to glance at him. It was as if the small star on your hand was a beacon to guide you toward all things Yuta. The pinhole decorating your flesh was your map to the man you hadn’t seen in years. It was the reason you felt so comfortable, as if you had known him during all of this time.  

You watched his shadow carefully as it moved along the floorboards and toward where you sat on the mattress. He sat carefully beside you, hardly letting any of his weight lean against the bed. 

“I’m sorry...for all of this,” he said after a moment. 

Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you saw him intently watching you. “No, you aren’t.”

“And what would make you say that?” he asked, his expression shifting to one of amusement. 

“Well, are you?” you asked in return. 

“Not really,” he admitted. “But I promise my intent to apologize isn’t as shallow as you assume.” 

“Don’t apologize for things you aren’t sorry for,” you muttered, shaking your head. You looked away from him and wrapped your arms around yourself. “And what exactly was the intent then?” 

“Let me rephrase,” he sighed. “I do not apologize for the bond I’ve made with you. Actually, I’m quite proud of this bond. I’m also quite proud that I get to call you my mate-”

“My mom was right, it does kind of sound creepy...” you grumbled. 

“Really? Mate?” he hummed. “I kind of like it?” 

“You would.” 

He rolled his eyes before continuing. “I’m proud that you are mine. And that I am yours. We are equal partners. What I am sorry for...is anything that has caused you discomfort...that has caused you anxiety...that has caused you sadness. I am but a man...and realistically, I’m not even that. I am but a creature, but I swear on my life, my damned, everlasting life, that until my last breath, I will protect you, and I will love you with a ferocity unmatched by any mortal man.” 

You turned to face him and couldn’t help but smirk. “Always one for the dramatics, Yuta.” 

He smiled as well, his face unbearably close to yours. “But I swore it.” 

“I knew you loved me then, but we aren’t kids anymore,” you whispered. You looked down, placing your hand atop his. “We don’t know each other in the way we used to...” 

“Fine,” he grinned. “Should you braid my hair?”

“You’re an ass,” you nodded. 

“Your ass now,” he grinned. “And forever. And not just mortal forever. Immortal forever. Do you know how inconvenient immortal forever is? On one occasion, my mother made my father sleep in a different bedroom for a century after an argument. That’s what immortal arguments are like. You have the time to be petty.”

Lifting your brows, you couldn’t help but laugh. “A century?”

“Give or take,” he smiled. “My point is, I want us to start off really, honestly, trying. I want us to make our younger selves proud. And I know what I’m asking of you is unfair...I’ve ripped you from everything you’ve ever known...asked you to live beside me...amongst people you are unfamiliar with.” 

“Yuta,” you sighed, nodding your head. “I’ll try. I have no choice, but to try...and if I have to try...I couldn’t think of anyone else better to try with.” 

Another smirk played across his gorgeous lips as he began to nod as well. “So what do you say? You can make me a flower crown in exchange for a few butterfly kisses?” 

“How about a real kiss?” you whispered, the words burning your mouth as you spoke them. “It’s been some time.” 

“Who said butterfly kisses weren’t real?” he growled, his hand crawling up toward your neck. His fingers held the back of your head as he let his lashes hit your cheekbones, the sensation causing you to audibly giggle. 

“So you’ve given me butterfly kisses,” you said slowly, as he pulled away. “But what about fairy kisses?” 

“Fairy kisses?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “Is this a mortal thing?” 

You smiled mischievously at him before letting out a laugh and grabbing his chin. You traced his lips with your thumb, all intention of placing your own pair there in just a few heartbeats. “Nope, it’s a Yuta thing.”