jacob/benedict for fairy tale au!!! Kevin/Juniper for friends to lovers!!!! Hope and Grey having a lil smooch good morning maybe? Then Roshan dancing with someone of your choice in the rain!!! Di I love all your ocs they all seem delightful
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edit: VIVSS I LOOOOVE YOUUU AND THIS TOOK SO LONG CUZ IT WAS ORIGINALLY PROCRASTINATION FOR FINISHING MY BOOK THEN I PROCRASTINATED FINISHING THIS TO FINISH MY BOOK (you know, as you do) SOOOOOOOOO ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS AND BEING PATIENT I LOVE YOUUUU
Benedict/Jacob Fairy Tale au (i decided to do a tangled au because it reminds me of the same chaotic energy that these boys have)
"This is all your fault!" Ben grumbled as he pulled himself up and out of the river. Jacob glared at him, wringing out his long hair.
Ben shook his head, spraying Jacob with water, and pulled off his shirt in one swift motion.
"All my fault? You're the one who said we'd be safe!" Jacob snapped.
Ben ignored him. He dragged his hand across his pants to wipe the mud off and winced. He must have cut it on one of the rocks in that cave. When the water had poured in... Ben had told Jacob who he really was and Jacob had-
Benedict raised his eyes to Jacob who was carding his fingers through his long chocolate hair. The magic hair. The hair that had glowed.
"If you hadn't demanded we come on this stupid trip-"
"You brought me to that tavern to scare me!" Jacob snapped. "Don't think I didn't realize that."
Yeah, well that hadn't worked, had it? Benedict thought grumpily. The sun was going down, they'd have to make camp. And tomorrow...
Tomorrow they'd reach Aeon, and the castle. And Benedict would be out of time to convince Jacob to give him back the lost prince's crown.
They found a nice spot to make camp, and Benedict went to find wood for a fire, cooling off as he stomped around the forest. This entire situation was insane. He might have been better off at the hands of his ex-partners. At least they would have killed him straight out instead of him drowning after sword-fighting a horse with his only weapon a frying pan. Absolutely insane.
Ow. Benedict hissed when his hand scraped across the bundle of sticks he’d collected. Benedict squinted at it in the moonlight but couldn’t see well enough. Once they’d made the fire he would check it again, maybe wash it out. The last thing he needed was to catch a rot. Or maybe, Jacob’s hair will glow again and you can see that way. Benedict shuddered as he thought it. He put it as far out of his mind as he could.
When Benedict returned, Jacob’s hair was spread out across the dark grass and dirt. Good thing your hair’s brown, he thought but didn’t say. He wasn’t in the mood to fight with Jacob again.
Benedict started the fire, wincing from the stinging pain in his hand.
“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked curtly. Clearly he was still mad. He had one leg slung over the other, and his arms were crossed over his chest.
“Nothing,” Benedict mumbled. He frowned, and put his hand to the low fire, squinting at it.
“Clearly its something. What?”
Benedict tried to shrug him off, but Jacob was nothing if not persistant. “Let me see-” Jacob crawled over.
“You’ve done enough-”
“Oh shut up already.”
Jacob pulled the hand into his lap. “Oh!” He said, surprised. “You’re hurt.”
“I’ve had worse,” Ben said.
Jacob rolled his eyes. He reached for a lock of his hair before freezing. He gave Benedict a sheepish look.
“Promise not to freak out.”
Benedict was frozen in fear. Those words never preceded something good. "What?”
“Promise me.”
“Why do I need to promise?”
“Please?”
“Fine, I-uh, I promise I won’t freak out.”
Jacob gave him a frown that said he didn’t believe him, which was fair because Benedict was a) a liar, and b) pretty sure whatever new magic trick that Jacob pulled out of his ass (or magic hair) was going to freak the fuck out of Ben, and Ben would, in fact, freak out despite any promise to the contrary.
“My hair doesn’t just glow.”
Benedict’s belly went cold. Jacob’s fingers were soft and warm. He was sure his hands weren’t nearly as nice to touch--too rough, the skin cracked and calloused. But Jacob didn’t act as if he minded.
Jacob took a lock of his long hair, and wrapped it ominously around Benedict’s hand.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Just trust me.”
Benedict closed his mouth, as much as he wanted to scream and run as far away as he possibly could.
Jacob closed his eyes. He had thick but short lashes. They barely brushed his cheeks, but lined his eyes nicely, Benedict supposed.
Then Jacob started to sing.
Benedict watched. Every impulse in his body told him to run. Told him to get away from the rushing glow that trickled first from the part of his hair and then followed the hair all the way down. Circling around Benedict’s hand, swirling down the long winding tresses that splayed across the ground.
Jacob stopped singing, and slowly he unwrapped Benedict’s hand.
Benedict looked down, and opened his mouth to scream.
“YOU PROMISED!” Jacob shouted, covering Benedict’s mouth with his hands.
Benedict’s hand was completely and utterly healed. As good as new. As if it had never been cut in the first place. Benedict hadn’t felt anything! The entire thing happened unbeknownst to him, but now he didn’t feel any pain either.
It wasn’t actually that scary, Benedict told himself. No, just a little weird. Startling. But not scary. Not scary at all.
“I’m not going to scream,” Benedict said eventually, muffled by Jacob’s hand. He was surprised to realize that he believed himself.
Jacob removed his hand, and winced. “Are you sure?”
“I’m not going to scream.”
“Oh, good.”
“Does your-does your hair do anything else? Just, you know, as a fair warning.”
Inside, Benedict’s heart shrieked. GREAT FRICKING GOD HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK HOLY-
“Not that I know of,” Jacob said, giving Benedict a small smile. Oblivious to the chaos in Benedict’s mind. “Just the glowing and the healing.”
“Oh.” Benedict heard himself say. His voice sounded much farther away than it should have been. “Okay. I think I need to sit down.”
“You are sitting down.”
“Oh. Good.”
Jacob gave him a nervous glance. “Are-are you sure that you’re okay?”
“All good. Yeah.” Benedict’s mind calmed a little when he looked back at Jacob. Watched Jacob anxiously fiddle with a lock of hair. “Yeah.”
Kevin/Jun friends to lovers
Jun groans and eases the shoes off of her feet. She’s been dancing for so long she thinks they might fall off. The sigh that falls from her lips might border on pleasured, which she is with the way she feels now that her toes are free. She sighs again and wiggles them, cracking them and rolling her ankles.
“Thought I might find you here,” Kevin says. Jun leans back on her wrists and looks up to him.
His dress is a sparkling blue, and it swishes wonderfully when he walks. He sits down beside Jun and takes her feet into his lap, rubbing them. Jun lets out a little yelp and would complain if it didn’t feel so good.
“Alec would not let me sit down!” Jun explains.
Kevin chuckles. “I’m aware. I tried to peel you away to dance three times. Every time, she managed to distract me.”
“You were dancing too,” Jun accuses.
Kevin gives her a little grin. Charming and bashful at once. It made something in Jun’s chest flip-flop. But... she shouldn’t be thinking about that. Kevin was her friend. Just her friend. That was all.
“Like I said, I was distracted.”
Jun lets out a moan as his fingers work out the kinks in the arch of her foot and is immediately embarrassed because woah that’s not a sound you make near one of your friends. It was throaty and raspy and Kevin just smiles pleased with himself. Jun is too annoyed at his smugness to be embarrassed. She does flush though.
“Is every year like this?” she asks, to change the subject.
“The ball? Yeah, pretty much. Last year Alec and Gray were almost kidnapped, so... that was different.”
Not... what Jun was expecting. “Huh.”
“Yep. I like this better though.”
“The not-having-a-kidnapping? Yeah, I’d like that too.”
Kevin snorted. He put Jun’s right foot down and picked up her left foot.
“Sure. That and you.” For the first time since she’s known him, he actually looks a little flustered. “You know.”
Jun’s heart leaps. “Oh. Well, I suppose a new person to your... group is-”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh.” So he... he felt it too?
Kevin’s hands stop. He glances up at her through his lashes, his orange eyes glittering in the pretty lamplight set up for the outdoor areas of the Hall.
“Is that... I mean-” Kevin asks, quietly.
“No! I mean... no. I-I, um...” Jun doesn’t know really what to say. She presses her legs over Kevin’s where he propped them up to rub them. They’re leaning closer now. Kevin’s maybe a few inches away from her. Too far for them to be comfortable.
Kevin raises his hands (they’re shaking, Jun notices, and it gives her a thrill) hovering above the bodice of her dress. As if he wants to pull her closer.
“I... uh, I mean, I was just touching your feet... I don’t want to-”
Jun almost laughs because, well, “they’re my feet, I think I’ll live.”
Kevin does laugh. He smiles at her, that cheeky, smug one that gives him dimples. Jun’s heart flutters again. He holds her gently, pulling her closer, arms around her waist.
“Good,” he murmurs, and then he kisses her.
So... maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all.
Hope/Gray morning kisses
“Good morning~” Hope hums in Gray’s ear. Gray groans in his sleep and turns over beneath her arm, burying his face further into the pillow.
“Hnnnn.”
Hope moves around Gray to slide out of bed and he grabs her arm, pulling her back in.
“Gray....”
Gray shifts so she’s pinned under him and he rests his head in the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss there.
Hope runs her fingers through his hair and snorts. “Gray, darling, I do have to get up at some point today.”
“Hnnnnnn,” Gray groans again, pulling her closer. “No....”
“In fact, you have to get up too. Possibly in an unpleasant way if Alec gets the chance.”
Gray grumbles again. His breath tickles the short stubble the dots the bottom of her chin. He nestles himself further against her. He kisses her neck again.
“You’re not going to distract me.”
Gray harrumphs into her neck.
“Yes, I know. But think of it this way, if you get up now Alec won’t come barging in to dump a bucket of water on you. You do know how much she loves to.”
Gray groans and leans back on his elbows. He blinks his eyes open groggily and rubs the sleep from his lashes. He has morning stubble too, and his hair hasn’t been set so its curls stick up.
“Do we have to?”
“Yes, unfortunately. Princely duties can’t wait.”
Gray pouts so Hope raises herself up and kisses him. If her breath tastes bad, Gray doesn't give any hint. Hope slowly draws herself back to her feet, and Gray follows her. When Hope finally breaks away, Gray pouts again and falls to the sheets with a fwump!
Hope sighs. “If you get up, I’ll kiss you more,” she teases.
But it works, just like it works every time. Gray bounces up, feet firmly on the floor and wraps Hope in his long arms. He dips her slightly, and Hope’s heart hammers way too loudly in her chest considering that since they’ve been together it’s been a common occurrence.
When he finally gives her a reprieve he smiles cheekily.
“Promise?” he asks.
Hope ignores the flush she knows it probably darkening her cheeks and blows a puff of air into his face. “You’re a menace. I don’t know how you ever get things done.”
Gray grins and Hope’s heart melts a little. “Why, with kisses as a reward, of course.”
“Menace,” Hope repeats, but she gives him one more reward anyway.
Roshan & Alec dancing in the rain
The rain sizzles on Roshan’s skin when it hits, but she doesn’t mind. In fact, she revels in it. In the the music still in her veins from the tavern and in the booze that’s warming her blood nicely. Her head is a little tingly and though it was hot earlier, it’s cool now with the rain. The door of the bar is still open, and she can see the orange haze of the warm hearth inside. The musicians inside can still be heard from where she stands. The rain soothes the fire from the evening.
It’s not dark out, not yet. Just barely evening, but the storm-clouds make the sky a light purple.
Roshan spins. Her hair whips around her in it’s braid, slapping against her head and smelling deliciously of rain.
It’s been so long since she’s been like this. Since she’s felt safe enough to do this. In fact, she can’t remember the last time she just stood in the rain. Nor the last time she just felt free.
Well, she knows the answer to that one. She’s never felt free before. Not like this.
She doesn’t realize that someone has been watching her--so overjoyed by no longer having to hide. Maybe she should be holding onto those prey instincts. Maybe she hasn’t lost them, maybe it’s just the smell of the dirt, the cool of the rain, and the fire in her veins.
Roshan puts her hands on her hips. Alec stands under the lip of the roof, just barely out of the rain. Roshan almost laughs, she’s never seen it before but because of the dark of the sky and the shadow the roof offers, she can see it now. Alec’s eyes (the color of ice chips, of frostbitten lips, of the poison a queen gives her husband) really do glow. If ever so slightly.
When Roshan’s dark eyes meet Alec’s light ones, Alec smiles. An ever so slight quirk of her lips.
“What?” Roshan demands.
“I’ve never seen you so happy before,” she says, voice raised over the roar of the downpour.
“I’ve never been happy before,” Roshan replies, a little more harshly than Alec deserves. But Roshan knows Alec, and knows that she can take it. She can take anything Roshan throws at her, as she’s proven again and again and again.
Alec pushes herself off of the wall and walks into the oncoming rain, not even flinching.
It’s something Roshan admires about her, not that she’d ever tell Alec. No. Maybe others might--Hope or Gray--but Roshan and Alec know one another. They don’t need such silliness between them.
“You know,” Alec says, lowering her voice as she comes closer. Her short black hair sticks to her pale face. Thunder rumbles overhead. Lightning flashes. “I don’t remember you dancing much at the ball.”
“I didn’t dance at all,” Roshan says. She’s not ashamed or embarrassed. Back then she couldn’t even let anyone touch her, much less dance.
Well, anyone except Alec. Alec always seemed to think that the rules didn’t apply to her.
Alec holds out a hand, giving a mocking bow to go with it. “Then, may I?”
Roshan rolls her eyes, but she takes the hand. Despite her eyes and demeanor, Alec is warm to the touch. Alec pulls her in close as the faint music of the tavern switches to a soulful ballad and rests her other hand on the small of Roshan’s back. And together, they dance in the rain.
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