#there is NO way it is a coincidence that he voices TWO green dragon dads right?! koyasu must be a green dragon dad!!!

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

me: watches an anime

me:

a character: speaks .5 or less of their very first line

me: KOYASU IT’S YOU AGAIN!!!

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Through the Looking Glass Ruins!!!!!

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         SO! Onto other things first…

         WRATH IS BRAXAS’ FATHER!??!!? HOLY SHIT, Wrath is a canonical dad, I’d always expressed my… OH MY GOD WRATH IS DAD! And of BRAXAS, that sweetie… How is Braxas such a sweetie with a father like HIM, also-

         Wrath was in casual wear? Either he has a day off, or he got fired by Belos/Kikimora after drawing Luz a map to Eda in Young Blood, Old Souls! Either way this guy has a sudden new level of NUANCE that I am reeling from, and yes I checked, that really is Wrath according to the credits! Dang this puts everything in a WHOLE new light…!

         AMITY HAIR OHMIGOD IT LOOKS SO ADORABLE SHE’S SELF-ACTUALIZING I AM FUCKING SCREAMING HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, it’s PINK and not green… They acknowledged it, Emira did! And they CHANGED IT I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS-

         She looks so BEAUTIFUL and I love the kind of foreshadowing with the bookends of our first shot of Amity having her hair down, and now it’s changed! And she looks adorable and EMIRA AND EDRIC BEING GREAT SIBLINGS I LOVE IT SO MUCH! This… THIS is everything I wanted! I was resigned to not much of them but HELL YEAH they’re being good siblings and we get a look at their rooms, we see them doing MAKEOVERS together this is everything from my favorite fanon content and MORE,

         Also Edric has a date?! Emira says ‘their’ mom… Unless the Golden Guard has a mom, DARN! Not gonna lie, I half-expected a big twist at the end that Edric was dating the Golden Guard, who was doing some sort of reconnaissance as his unrecognized normal self and/or screwing around with the Blights even further, but in a GENUINE sense… But then who knows Kikimora could be posing as GG’s ‘mom’, this is a stretch anyhow-

         JUST HELL YEAH Blight Twins! Blight Twins being sweet and mischievous and supportive of each other, Blight SIBLINGS being siblings, Emira being an older sister and giving advice! And AMITY, Amity mentioning how much Luz has changed stuff, I love that they acknowledge it openly how her life has completely shifted, and now… NOW…!

         No necklace! Red leggings! PINK HAIR?! Is this why Amity in the intro hasn’t been updated yet… She was getting TWO updates, so the animators decided to only animate a change after this final update?!

         King and Gus are also friends it seems, and they even recorded some fun together! I’m surprised at how much Bria and the others mock Gus’ illusion skills… Obviously Belos is kinda terrible but like; I don’t think he’d set aside an entire subset of magic into Illusions without reason! Also that nightmare trip… I LOVE IT, I love Gus applying the creativity of illusions in their ability to completely warp and distort someone’s sense of reality! And I called that dragon-thing being an illusion!

         A graveyard… I wonder if the Gallderstones (is that how it’s spelled) have any relevance or if they’re just neat? I hope Mattholomule and Gus help hide the Looking Glass Graveyard… Damn, that’s another Death reference with Gus, huh! Is it culminating in his respect for the dead, or will it continue further with Gus being a necromancer, or an Oracle who can commune with the deceased, and he has their respect as someone who treats them properly?!

         Also not to get dark but… What if all those Illusionists are dead because of Belos? I’m JUST SAYING…! And not gonna lie, every time someone insulted Illusions, I kept imagining the Illusion Head just suddenly waking up and feeling like there’s a disturbance in the force, as well as a weird compulsion to beat up some Glandus kids. It’d be even funnier if he had beef with the Construction, Plant, and Abomination Heads as well!

         Speaking of which, more confirmation on Construction Magic being related to earth! Glad to see Bria give us a look into that, which furthers my idea of Belos using construction magic… Also dang, Bria and the Glandus Kids really are the parallels/foils to the Detention kids! You’ve got the short ‘nice’ girl, the tall lanky kid, the furry… But the Glandus Kids start off looking nice and cool, but turn out to be rather nasty!

         Meanwhile the Detention Kids seem like bad news and delinquents, but no! They’re just demonized and actually very kind and chill! The Detention Kids are looked down upon, the Glandus Kids are appraised… The Detention Kids are dual-track, the Glandus Kids are singular; Glandus Kids from, well, GLANDUS, Detention Kids from Hexside… One’s ‘mischief’ is actually very neat and cool, the other’s is literal grave robbing.

         I guess that’s how the bleeding statues got past the censors- It’s technically just an illusion! Also more insight into how Glandus works with its Survival of the Fittest mentality, I wonder if we’ll get confirmation on which coven heads came from there, how that might influence them as adults…

         What is Glandus like, is it more whole-heartedly accepting of Belos’ rule, hence its harsh ideals? Was it made after Hexside? Does Bump hate it for being so cruel like that, or is it just school bias? And dang poor Mattholomule, I always had a feeling he sort of felt and knew that he wasn’t much, so he accepted and compensated by deliberately doing whatever he can for power…

         They confirmed he’s from Glandus, and I appreciate this new look at him! This new leaf turned… Hot take but he’s honestly not as bad as Boscha, his stint with Gus was a one-time thing that Gus was able to live with! And that seems pretty good to set them up as friends! Speaking of Boscha, Willow was injured by pixies? And the last time we heard of pixies, they belonged to Boscha and caused the school to get shut down… Did BOSCHA DO THIS I SWEAR SHE IS DEAD TO ME-

         (Also she’s mentioned in the credits for this episode but I don’t remember hearing her? I might’ve gotten distracted with so much other things.)

         Gus! I like the insight into his relationship with Illusions, and I appreciate how he’s considering other forms of magic… But this hesitation might just serve to reaffirm his believe in Illusions, which is okay! It’s all about choice… And yeah, it seems Gus also has a case of impostor syndrome like King, no wonder they get along so well! I love the glimpses into Gus’ house and the confirmation that he has a library card, no Perry though alas…!

         I appreciate how Gus feels overlooked, like he has no real substance, which is how his Illusions reflect a desire to draw attention, but also the idea that there’s nothing real beneath them… Again, very much like King! And Gus, he’s not a powerhouse like the rest, he’s SKILLED and smart, but strength isn’t his forte, it’s not brute force he operates on, but cleverness! Trickery, I like it…! It’s a nice callback to his last A-plot episode, SVSF, where instead of fighting Mattholomule physically, Gus’ solution is to think outside the box and pull the alarm!

         You go kid, not relying on brute strength but showing that some clever tricks and thinking are just as valid! Kinda wonder if this episode is lowkey a discussion on masculinity for young boys, especially with Gus growing older with puberty, though the latter is mostly because his actual VA grew… But maybe the writers rolled with that and incorporated it, or it’s just a very neat coincidence! Also, it is me or did Mattholomule’s voice change? And the gag that Gavin’s dad looks identical to him, even moreso because he’s NOT supposed to have a moustache… That’s great!

         Malphas! Love this reference to a classic demon, I wasn’t sure if Malphas was the librarian with glasses whom I’ve always headcanoned as a father figure to Amity… But maybe it’s actually this bird dude! He seems adept in Bard magic, and I love the reveal of his true crow appearance… Guess those theorists were right that the one-eyed figure is from the Forbidden Stacks! Also Malphas NOT COOL with Amity, but I’m glad Luz changed his mind, and I wonder how that adventure looked…

         Which- DAMN, the RSD with Luz! She looks so UTTERLY BROKEN when Amity mentions doing stupid things, and she didn’t mean it like that, but Luz just looks so completely shattered and you can tell she wants to cry but instead she bottles it up and tries to take it in stride, and that plays into her trying to overcompensate for her mistakes AGAIN… SOMEONE GET IT TO HER HEAD that she doesn’t need to! I’m scared for Luz, and I was SO scared this episode would end on a bad note…

         BUT DOAHLDdFAEONDKFHN LUMITY KISS LUMITY KISS! ONE-SIDED BUT THEY FINALLY FUCKING KNOW AND AMITY IS LIKE WHAAAAT AND I WAS WAITING FOR IT AND I COULD FEEL IT HAPPEN AND GAY KISS! GAY KISS ON-SCREEN!!! And the way Luz just FLOPS to the ground on her knees AAHJJFFKHGGK and no Alador nor Odalia to ruin this, UTTERLY PERFECT and the twins WATCHING OOOHHHHGGGG YYYEEAAAAHHH-

         This is EVERYTHING I ever wanted!

         What an AMAZING episode with wonderful characer beats and reveals! Again, Amity’s growth as a character, that brief insight into how Luz as a person is very chaotic and sometimes frustrating for Amity and forces her to reevaluate, but ultimately it’s good and Luz DOES try her best, and Amity clearly wanted to make things up for Luz and apologize, they’re BOTH doing things, just the little moments!

         Also, Alex Lawther voices Philip Wittebane! He has long hair and a vaguely british accent, he’s… He’s Belos isn’t he? And they got a new VA because having him voiced by Matthew Rhys would be really spoiler-y right? He’s got the long hair and he’s a nerd… And with how he talks of finding a way back home, maybe Belos really DOES just want to return home, after all? He talks of making a way back home…

         And we see a glimpse of the Portal, so it might’ve brought him there? Or did Philip succeed in making it, and that was his blueprint designs? Did he arrive by Titan’s Blood? What happened to the portal if it brought him there, or if he made it? Why the scar, why near Eda’s house, partially buried?

         Was it lost before he could finish his work, and Philip got side-tracked into something else… Perhaps going on a crusade, on behalf of a curse/demon that possessed him? A demon that killed King’s father…? Was the portal broken and he had to discard it, but then it naturally healed- Or did it just need to recharge, maybe Philip DID make it back home, WHAT IS THE ANSWER?! Is there some sort of doppelganger for Philip, is BELOS his doppelganger?! What is THIS WHAT-

         WHAT AN EPISODE!

[a-cupof-jo]

Set Up My Heart Pt. 12

Pt. 11 -- Pt. 12 -- Final

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College volleyball player!Johnny Suh x reader

Rivals-to-lovers

Fluff and angst

Synopsis: Ever since that fateful day Sophomore year of high school, Johnny Suh had been an insufferable thorn in your side. Once you made it to college you thought the two of you would never have to see each other again. That is, until a sudden school transfer has the entire university buzzing.

Warnings: some language, making out, toxic coping mechanisms, drugs mentioned, heavily suggestive, unedited  

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He hadn’t changed much since the last time you had seen him. It is surprising really, that the only noticeable change in your father was the white hairs that began to cover his head and the lines that crossed over his face. Cool air wrapped around you as the distance of the breezeway between you and your father quickly diminished. The man continued staring at your apartment door, his hand coming up to knock at it again. You glanced at the dark windows. Obviously Desiree and Chonhee are not there. Jaehyun stayed in step with you as you ventured closer, “How long has he been here?”

“30 minutes maybe?” Jaehyun shrugged as you glanced over to him. “Chonhee caught him on her way out and told Jungwoo that he was here for you. He said that he’s your dad.”

You scoffed, “He hasn’t been my dad for over 10 years. He’s really nothing more than a man that lived in my house for the first 17 years of my life. You can go back home. I can handle this.” Jaehyun gave you a skeptical look and opened his mouth to say something before you pushed him away, “Go, it’s okay.” He pursed his lips and sent a look to your father before walking back down to his apartment. Lila popped her head out the doorway as he walked in and it was apparent that there was going to be a few pairs of eyes watching out for you. Spinning back to the front door, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Why are you here?” The man turned to look at you, your voice starling him out of whatever universe he had been in.

“Pumpkin!” His arms extended as if he was waiting for you to hug him. “It’s been so long! You’ve gotten so grown up. How old are you now? 18? 19?”

“21,” you stepped away as he moved closer to you. Your hip pressed back into the hand rail that sat at the edge of the concrete walkway. “Why are you here?”

“I just wanted to see my little girl,” he smiled at you and you couldn't help the twist of distrust that stung your gut. “Maybe catch up on what's going on in your life. It’s been a little while since I’ve seen you.”

“It’s been five years,” he winced at your flat voice. “And I don’t care to catch up.”

“Pumpkin-”

“Please, leave. I don’t want you here, and don’t call me Pumpkin.”

“Y/n,” he sighed. “I didn’t want to do this, but I didn’t come here just to see you. Your mother wouldn’t listen to me and I didn’t know who else to turn to.” He looked so down. So broken and like he was too scared to talk to you. Concern lit up your insides as he ran a hand through his hair. “I need some money. I’m in a bad situation right now and-”

“That’s what you came here for? Money?” Disbelief marred your face. “How did you lose it all this time? Gambling? Your dealer came across a big stash? You invested in another scam startup company?”

The embarrassed look on his face morphed to anger as he took in your words, “Look here, I came here looking for a little help. My wife had some health issues this past year and all the money from our insurance finally ran out. I am your father. I took care of you your entire life. You owe it to me to give me just a little bit of money.” He stepped closer to you and your stomach clenched in fear. “Now take me inside and we can talk about this.” You took in his runny nose and blood shot eyes. He pulled his left hand out of his coat jacket and a small baggy fell out. He reached down to grab it, trying to cover it before you could take in the bad contents. His hand was bare, no ring, no tan lines where one may have been, no indication of a wife or family.

You scoffed, stepped up and pushed him away from you, “No, you don’t get to come here and make up some story about a made up wife and illness trying to make me feel bad for you. All so I'll give you money for more drugs.” He cowered slightly as you pointed to the nearly full parking lot. “Now go. I don’t want to see you here. You have no right and if you show up again, I will call the police.” 

“Y/n-” 

“The police will be here in 2 minutes,” you spin to the voice that came from behind you. Johnny stood there with his phone to his ear as if he was talking to someone. Looking further back, Jaehyun and Lila stood outside the apartment quietly watching the   “I would suggest you leave before they get here. I’m not sure you can convince the dogs that that’s powdered sugar.” He motioned to your fathers clenched fist. Johnny stepped closer as your father didn’t move, “I don’t care if they are on their way, I will drag you out of here myself if you don’t leave now.” 

You could see fear lace your father’s eyes. Johnny had won this battle, your battle. Sirens wailed closer and closer and you watched as your father raced to a little red car. Rusted on the outside and littered on the inside. You could see ripped up headrests and missing seatbelts. He looked back up eyes hard, a sneer lacing his features. 

“Dick,” Johnny muttered as the car pulled away. You scowled at him before reaching for the front. “Y/n,” he gripped your wrist. You twisted the key in the door waiting to hear the click of the lock opening. He gave your wrist a light tug, “Are you okay?” 

Anger burned at your skin and embarrassment filled your head. Johnny had watched your father come begging to you and trying to take advantage of you. He had stepped in. He thought that you needed his help. You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to yell and make a scene right there in the dim light of day. 

Jaehyun and Lila started to walk towards you, but you shook your head at them. It would just be worse if they came down here. Johnny’s eyebrow’s furrowed, “Y/n? Can we talk?” 

Your grip on the door knob tightened as he moved closer to you. You pushed the green door open. No words were spoken as he stayed just outside the door, your arm hanging between both of your bodies. Your voice cracked through gritted teeth as you tugged your hand back to you, “Fine.”

“So,” he stuffed his hands in his pocket. You knew what he was going to say. What he was going to ask, but you didn’t help him by answering the questioning eyes. With a sigh you moved to the small kitchen to pour yourself a small glass of water. Johnny sighed behind you. 

You rolled your eyes and turned back to him, “Water?” The clear glass was taken out of your hand in an instant. Johnny’s throat bobbed as he swallowed down the offered drink. 

“We should talk,” he reached around you to set the glass on the counter again. 

A sigh left your lips as you shuffled through the kitchen. “Okay,” You heard him huff at your short response. All the anger that had been stewing under the surface started to rise. You spin to look at him. His hazelnut eyes glowed as the orange light of the sun shone through the windows. “Why did you call the police?”

“I didn’t,” he gave you a light grin. “The sirens were just a happy coincidence.” He watched you continue to move through the kitchen. You grabbed a towel, sending a glare over your shoulder as you wiped off the counter, “Could you please work with me,” He ran a hand through his long hair. “Don’t give me that look. I don’t know why you are so upset with me, you need to talk to me.”

“You want to talk?” You threw the rough towel in your hand onto the now clean counter. “You want me to tell you why I’m mad. Why I’m so angry? Cause believe me I am angry.” Johnny stood in the living room quietly as he crossed a hand over his chest. “I don’t know why he had to be my father. Why I had to have some deadbeat man that feels like he has a right to know about my life show up at any given time and ask me for money. He lied to me about having a family and their needs. I am mad because I almost believed him. That I, for a moment, was considering helping him. Because while he hurt me, while he hurt my mother, no one deserves to struggle. When I realized that he was being deceitful, that he was lying, I tried to get him to leave and he wouldn’t” 

Johnny reached out for you, concern in his eyes, “Y/n.”

“And you!” You threw a hand out pointing at his chest, “You show up and step into situations that don’t involve you. What’s worse is that it hardly took two words from you before he was running away. Him and that other man at the courts a few weeks ago. I bet you did that to stroke your big ego, right? You think that I need a protector, that I need the knight in shining armor to save me from the fearsome dragon.” You stepped into his space, a finger pressing at his chest. 

His face grew cloudy as he reached up and grabbed your hand, "Now, wait a moment. I've never-"

"No, you wanted me to talk, I'm talking now." Your other hand came and he grabbed it from the space between your bodies. "Since you came back, you act like you hate me but then you act that it is your sole job to what, save me? And don't make me bring up how weird it was that just a couple weeks ago you tried to consider everything that's happened to be water under the bridge." Harsh, short breaths filled the area between you two bodies.

Johnny stepped closer to you. His body pressed into yours as he glared down into your eyes, "I have never said you were weak. I have never looked at you as a damsel in distress or someone who needed to be saved. I just wanted to-" 

"Then why?" You cut in sharply and you watched as Johnny's eyes danced around your face. “There is no reason for you to step in. You weren’t needed. I didn’t need you to step in. I can take care of myself.”  You looked at him, his eyes flickering between both of you, "But what I am most angry about is the fact that I hate you being there seeing me weak and vulnerable. Because it made me realize that I wanted you there.” Your voice was a soft whisper and tears flowed down your cheeks. 

Johnny gripped your hands tighter, pulling you closer to him. He was so beautiful standing there in your apartment sunlight shining through his brown hair, making it seem golden. His eyes held concern and another emotion you didn’t want to try to place. Full lips parted as he considered what to say next. You could tell that there was anger still stirring in his gut, but it was fading just as quickly as your resolve to-

His lips were so soft. A gasp fell from his lips as you pressed further into him. It didn’t take but a moment longer for him to return the kiss. His lips parted yours further and he dropped your hands opting instead to wrap his arms around your waist and shoulder. His arms lifted you further into him as his mouth moved over your with fervour. 

You followed him as he shifted his body spinning to pin you to the wall. His hands trailed down your arms and laced with the hands that caressed his neck and face. His chest rubbed against yours as he lifted your hands holding them above your head. The little voice in the back of your head telling you this was a bad idea was drowned out by the moan that escaped your lips as Johnny thigh settled between your legs. Lips trailed across your cheek and down your jaw as you rolled your hips into him. 

A low groan escaped his lips as he ground his hips harder against yours. A whimper left your lips as his thigh flexed underneath you. He panted as he jolted away from you, eyes wide as he took in your figure. You gripped his hands, holding his body close to you, “Y/n,” he shook his head. “We- I- You aren’t-”

“Johnny,” he watched as you released his hands. You reached for him. His eyes fluttered shut as your hands caressed through his hair and down his to cup his neck. You moved forward kissing lightly across his cheek before placing a kiss just below his ear, “Please. I want this. I want you.” 

“You aren’t in the right headspace right now,” his hands rested on your shoulder. You ignored his statement, trailing kisses down his neck and nipping at the juncture of his neck and shoulders. “I don’t want you to regret this,” he gasped as you started trailing hands down his chest, slowly inching toward the hem of his t-shirt. 

Eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him. Your fingers skimmed at the skin under his shirt. “I won’t, I promise,” you peered up into his now dark eyes. You swallowed deeply, “But if you don’t want this, I won’t pressure you. I understand if-” and his lips captured yours again. You let out a light squeal as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Bedroom,” you gasped between kisses. “Down the hall, last door on the right.” He took you to bed that night. As you lay there sweat drying on your forehead and Johnny’s soft snoring filling the room, guilt crept into your gut. Johnny turned over his body curling into yours and an arm wrapping around your center. You couldn’t help the tear that slipped down your cheek as you looked back to see the gentle lines and slopes of his face. 

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Wayne Gala/Father-Daghter Dance

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 14: Wayne Gala and Day 16: Father-Daughter Dance

Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

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Knock, knock.

"Come in" Mari called, taking a shaky breath smoothing out her gown.

She was wearing a blush straight flowing skirt. The top was a 3/4 sleeve that was covered in silver lace and stones. Her hair was in loose waves falling over her shoulders. It was held back only by a twisted braids forming a crown around her head.

"Nervous?"

"Maybe a little" she laughed turning to face her dad.

He was wearing a simple fitted black suit with golden cuff links. His tie was a soft gold with hints of a caramel brown.

"We don't have to present you if that's what is worrying you" he wore a slight frown and worry laced his voice.

She gave him a smile "That's not it. It's just... I've never done an event like this"

"Oh. Well that is an easy fix"

"How?" she tilted her head.

"It is a masquerade, after all" he had picked up her mask and set it in place on her. It was silver form to look like a swan on her right eye and it’s head resting on her temple while the other one is beautiful filigree. There were gems on it which were all A pale rose color, this one shifted from its tail to its head silver to light blush and its beak.

"Oh" she giggled.

"Besides I won't be to far and neither will Selina." she began to smile. "Your brothers may end up not letting you out of their sights" she chuckled at this. "Besides I doubt Jon will leave your side."

"Dad!" she blushed furiously and he gave her a smirk.

"See nothing to worry about. We are all here for you." he kissed her forehead and lead her into the ballroom.

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"Okay Dick. Spill" Jason sighed already done with the night. As he walked up to his brother who was watching the entrance.

He was in a charcoal suit with a crimson shirt and black tie. He was wearing a black and silver and white rabbit half mask covered with small swirls.

"Spill what Jay" Dick answered still smiling like the cheshire cat.

Dick was in a midnight blue fitted velvet suit accented with silver that matched his tie and a Bluejay sculpted it half mask.

"You look like the cat that ate the canary and if that's not guilty enough you keep scanning the room looking for something or someone."

"I'm not" he didn't finish that sentence.

"You are and unless you don't want to see this night through you'll talk."

"Okay, okay" he conceded. "You know how I spoke about getting Mari a date for tonight"

"Yeah... Shit Dick you didn't" great now I have to fix this, maybe the replacement and demon spawn will help keep this idiot's plan from succeeding.

"Two actually" Dick was now grinning like an idiot.

"And how sure are you that either will be right for our sister?"

"Well she did give me the names herself."

Okay not what he expected. "How?"

"She mentioned she had a crush on each of them. So I contacted them and they both agreed. Funnily though they were both on the guest list already" Dick began to ramble.

"Dick" Jason called getting his brother's focus again. "You said had. What were her words and think carefully."

"It was something about 'what a mess she was around them' I think. Why?"

"Was that's past tense" he nearly face palmed.

"Ya so?"

"Past crushes not her current" he holds Dick by his shoulders nearly shaking him.

"What's your point. Oh. Oh. I messed up" Dick finally seemed to realize.

"Ya you did, now let's see if we can fix this. What are their names?"

"Luka Couffaine and Adrien Agreste"

"Let's get the other two and try and fix your meddling if we ever want our sister to speak with us again." Dick nodded and the two of them went to find the demon spawn and replacement.

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Jon found Mari not long after he had entered the ballroom. He was in a simple royal blue suit with a light gray shirt and silver bow-tie. His had on a domino mask which was a royal blue and mimicked a starry night sky, accented with silver clock gears, emphasizing his electric blue eyes.

"You look amazing Sunbeam" she gave him a smile.

"Thank you, but I've got to say you look great too." and he returned the smile.

"Would like to dance?" she giggled and was about to take his arm when someone called out.

"Marinette" he looked towards the voice and saw a blonde in a black suit and tie with a green shirt. His mask was a dark evergreen almost black and resembled a cat with ears and golden painted markings.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." Mari mocked and hugged the boy.

"I haven't been dragged anywhere." he put on an expression of mock hurt, reminding him of Dick, "Besides if I was dragged in this suit I would be avoiding you" she laughed at that. "You must be Mari's date, name's Adrien" he extended his hand towards him.

"Jon" and they shook hands.

"Just a warning. If you hurt her, even Batman will never find the body" he switched to a serious tone, but sounded more like a joke of a threat.

"Adrien" Mari hit his arm. "he is harmless to everyone but himself."

"Hey" Adrien pouted. "Let's just find Luka so we can start messing with your brothers" he grumbled.

"I hope you know what your getting yourself into right? Because I for one do not want to be on the wrong side of any of them" Jon warned.

"Trust me. After this Dick will never meddle in my love life again." Mari deadpanned a hard edge in her eyes as she explained their plan as they searched the room for the other player in this game while avoiding the bat boys.

"There he is" Adrien announced a few minutes later. "Looks like he's with Jagged that might be a problem.." Adrien frowned, the other boy had black hair with the tips dyed teal. the was in a black suit with a smoky actual shirt and gold tie. His mask was a white cat the left eye left in a dark blue and the left eye had a dark blue lightning bolt outlined in a hot pink with an electric blue unicorn horn.

"Leave Jagged to me" Sunbeam answered confidently.

"Tim is heading towards him." he added "Wait how are you going to handle Jagged" her smirk was the only response he got.

"The question we should be asking is how is she going to shake her brother and get away from Jagged?"

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"Hello Luka" she stated plainly as she met the small group. "Hey Jagged, Penny"

"Marinette it's Rock'in to see ya" Jagged scooped her up in a hug. While Penny gave her a smile and pat her head. Jagged was in an electric purple blazer with white slacks, and a black shirt. He had a bronze untied tie and his mask was inspired by Fang in the same bronze as his tie. Penny's dress was an off the shoulder gown fading from white to purple to black at the train. The purple and black was lifted with bronze stars. Her mask was a fade between white and purple but it was completely made with glitter.

"Mari! Finally I found you" Tim had finally made it to their group. He was in a black suit and a light gold shirt with a red bowtie. He wore a golden half mask resembling a dragon with twisted horns. Jagged's arm was still over her shoulder. "And who is this?"

"Oh sorry, introductions" she clapped her hands.

"Melody would you like me to introduce us?" Luka offered.

"No its fine... This is Tim one of my older brothers" she smiled. "Tim this is Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, and this is Jagged Stone ” she finished.

"Mari if Jagged is your Uncle, Dad I think that means you have a nephew now" Luka added with a small smile in his eyes.

"Blimey you’re right" Jagged let Mari go and hugged Tim not letting him get in a word. "Any other sibling I need to meet Marinette?"

"Plenty" she laughed "But you should know Tim here is a big fan." she grinned. After that statement the Rocker seemed to make it his mission to get to know Tim. While Tim seemed to starstruck to answer, that and Jagged didn’t give him an6 time to answer.

"I think Jagged broke your brother" Penny stated with a chuckle.

"Don't worry he'll be back to normal soon" she laughed "Do you mind if I steal Luka away?"

"Of course, You do have your phone?" Luka nodded at her question and they walked towards Adrien and Jon.

"Jagged is going to keep your brother busy a longtime, Melody"

"So, Tim is taken care of. Whose next Mari?" Jon asked her.

"Hm, Who would feel played if he helped us mess with the others then flipped it on them?" she smirked.

"Damian" Jon answered confused.

"Wait we are recruiting your brother to mess with your brothers" Adrien asked, she nodded her head, "Mari you're more chaotic than the black cat himself."

"He'd be so proud, so lets find Damian"

"That shouldn't be to hard" Jon responded pointing behind him, "he's heading this way."

Sure enough Damian was stalking towards their little group. He was in a dark emerald suit with a black shirt and gold bow-tie. He wore a black kitsune fox mask with gold in the ears and dark green markings.

"Tt there you are Dick and Jason have been looking for you."

"Really what a coincidence so were we"

"Let's go" he turned around took a step before turning back around "Why?"

"Let me guess Dick figured out he isn't a good Cupid and now he is trying to fix his mess?"

"Yes. Your point"

"You know these two are some of my best friends, so they told me and we decided to prank them a bit tonight, we even got Jon to help"

"Perhaps I may assist as well" she couldn't see it but she knew her brother was wearing his trademark smirk under that mask. She nodded her head. "Okay so how are we going to handle those three."

"Two" Adrien corrected.

"Who did you deal with?"

"Tim" Jon answered this time.

"How?"

"Jagged" She piped in.

"Is he in this plan?"

"No that was all Mari" Luka replied. "But you might want to steer clear of my Dad for a while." Damian nodded his understanding.

"Best that we deal with Jason next then" he planned.

"Or we can get two birds with one stone" Adrien grinned. Everyone stared at at him in shocked silence.

"Care to explain Adrien" Luka finally broke the quiet.

"A game of monkey." he answered which seemed to confuse everyone. "We tell them the name of someone in the group and then only that person is seen."

"That will drive them insane" Damian commented "Let's do it"

That was exactly what they did. Dick and Jason seemed to always be five steps behind. By the time they spotted her and made their way to her she was gone.

At one point they decided to split up but then she didn't appear for an hour. Once they regrouped the game of cat and mouse continued.

By 11:30pm they had been at this for almost 4 hours and her brothers went up to the baloney but instead of watching the floor they were sitting upstairs. This is what she took as the cue to end their game of monkey.

"Hey you two. I heard you were looking for me." she smiled as she approached.

"Mari we've been look for you for hours." Dick called

"Wasn't the Demon with you at one point or another" Jason asked tired.

"I was" Damian responded next to him.

"Why didn't you bring her over then?" Dick asked their younger brother.

"Because it wouldn't have been half as annoying for you without him." Jon appearing and answering from between her and Dick.

"What do you mean? Was this just a game to keep us running around?" Jason seemed to be catching on.

"I've got to say it went better than planned" Adrien proudly stated as he made his appearance.

"Was Tim in on it?" Dick asked resigned.

"No Jagged got to him before we began, this game of monkey" Luka grinned from his spot on the railing watch those below.

"Jagged as in Jagged stone!" now Jason was at the railing looking for his brother and the Rockstar.

"We should probably rescue him now, huh?" Mari asked aloud.

"We should" Damian answered her "Father wants as all on the stage after the New Year count."

"I'll go get him" Mari offered.

"No I'll go" Dick responded. "Tim is only there because I set him to find you." he finished.

"Yes he is, but I'm the only one who is able to get in a word with Jagged" she countered walking away.

She was able to get Tim easily and the two made their way towards the others. By then Tim seemed to normalize a bit, he was a complete zombie after Jagged, that once they reached the others he finally spoke.

"When were you going to tell us Jagged Stone was your UNCLE!" he finished in a soft shout. At that her brother began questioning her but she had placed her face in her hands and shook her head.

"Jagged is my honorary Uncle" she sighed. "Besides dealing with all of you took up so much of the night that I need to find my date and apologize" she huffed. Jon 'mysteriously' vanished during the exchange.

---

"Wait if Mari had a date why did she leave, which one of you was it?" Drake was giving Agreste and Couffaine a stare.

However the two in question began to laugh. My three older brothers shared a look and explained what had occurred this evening.

"So who is this date she went to find?" Drake finally asked a relevant question.

"I have no clue" Grayson answered and again Couffaine and Agreste were laughing.

"Okay I get why you three wouldn't guess" Agreste pointed at Grayson, Todd, and Drake "But you've been with us, how could you not tell." Agreste was grinning.

That was when the pieces fell, Kent, he practically ran through the hall his brothers not far behind. The count down had started.

10

They still hadn't found those two.

9

He spotted his sister and best friend not far from his father and the stage.

8

7

6

5

They were about to reach them.

4

Kent pulled his sister in close.

3

She raised up on her toes.

2

They were right next to them.

1

They kissed and a flash was seen over his shoulder, Grayson must have taken a photo. They pulled away and then seemed to notice them.

"How long?" Damian asked his sister.

"How long we've been dating or how long it took for you to figure out you were played?" she asked him removing her mask.

"The moment I offered to help I was played, I realize that" he answered begrudgingly.

"So how long have you been dating" Grayson asked impatiently. A smile clear on his face and amusement in his unmasked eyes.

"Not long" his father answered as he made his way towards them. "It's been about a week. Besides it's time Mini."

---

Standing on the stage was Damian next to Dick who was on my right. On my left was Selina, they Jason and finally Tim.

"Hello everyone" he began to gain everyone's

attention. "As this is a new year and new beginning I would be honored to introduce as well as reveal to you all the very talented designer MDC" Marinette walked on the stage from the right.

"Hello I am Marinette of Marinette's Designs and Creations" she smiled and spoke confidently. There was a series of polite applause and when it ended I spoke again. "I am also pleased to announce that Marinette is also my daughter." That arose some questions from the reporters in the room.

But it was Lois whose question caused the room to fall silent.

"Is she another adoptive child or biological" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"She is my child biologically, she is also the youngest of all my children. He smiled and that seemed to placate most of them.

As he and his family walked off the stage Lois and Clark were waiting with Jon.

"Mari anything you want to say?" Lois questioned her.

"Um" she looked confused and Lois gave a small laugh before showing her, her phone. It was a photo of her and Jan sharing the Midnight kiss. Mari turned bright red and as he looked at Jon who matched her blush.

"I get the first interview” she smiled as she hugged Mini.

"Okay" she smiled and returned the hug.

"Care for a dance Mini?" he asked hoping to keep the mood light. She nodded and made their way to the dance floor.

They danced together for about four songs before Jon took her and they began to dance instead.

Next

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[altissiavibritannia]

Soul Geass: School?!

A/N: I don’t own Code Geass or Soul Eater. I just own my oc Altissia Nyx Casablanca and a few other ocs that might be featured in this fanfic. If any of the characters relates to those irl or deceased, it’s just by coincidence! Nothing more and nothing less. 

It was rather a nice afternoon, not snow or rain. Just a nice spring day. School was over and three students of the DWMA was out and about on a mission. They’ve collected up to 58 souls so far. Their victim criminal was soul that was halfway on it’s way to being a kishin. His bleach blond hair waving in the soft cool breeze. His light purple orbs staring right back at them. His blades for fingers glistened in the soft sunset.

“Cold Blooded Scissor Hands, we’re here to take your soul!” the female spoke.

They then posed, the brunette’s foot was out of line. The female got ticked off just like that. Turning around to face the boys behind her as she squawks at them. Her whole entire being full with rage. 

“How many times have I told you?! Suzaku, quit messing up! The pose is meant to be symmetrical! Do you even know what symmetry even is you birdbrain?!” she hissed. Her purple eye turned yellow in an instant. 

“Who cares...the villain is getting away...” the other one said bluntly.

Growling as she then grabbed his and Suzaku’s hands roughly. They knew what this meant. They both shifted into their weapon forms. One was a black bladed scythe with two blades that looked like a pair of dragon wings. The head of the staff was like that of a dragon while the end was the tail. The eyes of the scythe was glowing red, including the inside of the mouth as if it was about to breathe fire at any second.

The other scythe was icy blueish in color as beautiful red metal roses outlined it’s long blade, the staff was nothing but vines and thrones. She swung the rose scythe first and then took a chunk out of the villain's arm with the other. It was like looking at a video game character coming to life. Cold Blooded Scissor Hands screamed in agony before bursting into flames. All that was left of him was a red kishin egg.

Panting as she then let go of them as they shifted back into themselves. Violet orbs to green, blushing as they had to play Rock, Paper, Death again. Their meister looked unhappy about this as Suzaku won and ate the red soul. They were uneven know with how many souls they’ve collected. They then bowed and apologized as they knew that she’s like her father, Lord Death The Kid. She liked everything to be perfect, even if it meant squawking at them nonstop. 

Sighing in relief after they got yet another lecture of symmetry. They stood behind her in silence as she then cracked her knuckles. She then pointed at the ground as two beams at the ground. A skull with three stripes on it showed up as she then crossed her arms after a hologram of him appeared.

 “How’s my perfect daughter doing?” he chimed, he then spotted her three black stripes in her white hair. 

Suzaku and his brother rolled their eyes as they then started to bicker about their stripes in their hair yet again. It’s always the stripes in their hair that tend to get to them the most. After a few minutes they stopped and then cleared their throats after feeling the two scythe demon weapons hard glares.

“I’m guessing you’re uneven again...but before I send you off to your next mission to even things out, I’m sending you to DWMA for a change. You really need to make friends. And as the next Reaper of the family, are you sure you don’t want to use your powers for a change or maybe use Daddy’s twin pistols Patty and Liz?” he asked.

“Dad...I’m not into guns! Unless you’d like to see them dead! I don’t want Liz and Patty...Lelouch and Suzaku are fine. I want them to be my weapons of choice and not one that you give me...” she scoffed before grabbing Lelouch by his collar and kissed him roughly.

“How dare you kiss that roughen! Don’t you dare do it again! Gah!!!” he screamed as he saw them kissing for a minute or two.

“Oh, please do shut up dad...I’m not a baby anymore and I can date whoever I want! So what if he’s a Black Dragon Demon Scythe?! I don’t care if he’s and his twin little brother Suzaku the Red Queen’s Demon Scythe are from royalty and are the best damn twin scythes I’ve ever had! Hell I don’t care if I have to marry them both, just to piss you off!” she shouted back at the hologram.

Before he could say anything else about it, she hung up on him. She then sighed as she turned around to face them. Both were redder than a tomato after hearing everything and of course Lelouch being kissed in front of the new Lord Death. He then was about to say something, but was speechless after all of that. He had his first kiss with her. Her yellow eye went back to purple, to hide her Reaper traits. She then blushed and looked up at the Prince of the Demon Weapons.

“S-Sorry about that...I-I should’ve told you my love confession awhile ago before doing that, straight on...it’s just that my father can be a butthead about stuff like who I can marry and such...” she apologized with her blush deepening. 

“Well despite you being a Grim Reaper and of course being a rank higher than me, it’s fine...I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you too, Your Majesty. I’m shocked that you had the guts to even go all out in front of your father like that...” he admitted. 

Suzaku scoffed before rolling his eyes as he then shoved him into her. They both crashed to the ground, with Lelouch’s face in her bosom. Chuckling nervously as they then kissed again, before getting back onto their feet. They then walked over to DWMA, since her father Kid went there when he was her age. She was following his footsteps as his heir, yet her personality was halfway like his but mostly took her mother’s traits. 

“This is boring...wanna skate there?” she asked them.

“I’m in...Your Majesty...Suzaku is just nuts to stand this much of a distance by walking alone...” Lelouch whined.

Suzaku rolled his eyes as he then sighed. “Fine you pains in my butt...”

They then went back into their legendary scythe forms, before she put them onto her back in their respective cases for their blades. She then took out her dragon skeleton skateboard out from her sleeve, before taking off. The hoverbaord hissed along the streets of Death City. Once they made it to Death Weapon Meister Academy, she took them off of her back and they shifted back.

“I’m not sure how the hell you can stand it with the weight of us on your back...now I see why you’re a Reaper...do you have any other weakness aside from your stupid OCD?! I’m shocked how your back didn’t break every time you held us! We’re extremely heavy due to our models and of course our wavelengths being powerful!” Suzaku yelled at her, cracking his stiff back.

“Hey, it’s not my fault for gaining that from my father and it’s also not my fault for being a Reaper! A Reaper’s spiritual wavelength energy if higher than everyone else’s, so of course you two would be swung about like two tiny little plastic or foam swords that kids use due to being too young to even become a real meister!” she shouted back.

“Guys knock it off! Lord Death would be waiting for us in the Death Room here, so we might as well visit her grandfather before we do anymore bickering! Now shut your yaps and get going before Lord Kid-kun gets pissed off at us even more!” Lelouch shouted, forcing them to shut up.

They then glared at each other as they walked all the way to the Death Room. Students glancing at them as they walked past and onward to class. Once inside of the Death Room, the old Grim Reaper jumped out of his rocker with such glee. He was holding his granddaughter’s hands with his gloved hands. He was using his human form. He looked like her father but with longer hair and the three white stripes in his hair was perfect rings. His golden old eyes looked at her with such happiness.

“Hey, Hey how’s my number one granddaughter?! I’ve been waiting for this moment to arrive for such a long time now. To have my beautiful granddaughter enroll here at the academy!” he said in his kiddish squeaky voice.

“Come on Altissia, say something. He’s your grandpa after all.” Suzaku said, jabbing her lightly in the ribs. 

“.......” Altissia Nyx Casablanca Death was frozen.

Lelouch cleared his throat before kissing her cheek. “He won’t hurt you love, he’s not like Lord Kid-kun.” 

“H-Hi grandpa, it’s so nice to see you again...! When was it last that we’ve met?” she asked, blushing with a bit of steam coming from the top of her head.

Lord Death blushed as he noticed this behavior between her and one of the Royal Demon Scythes. His grin just got even bigger and randomly hugged Lelouch. Lelouch blushed and hugged him back. Once they got to know each other and telling him that they’re a couple now, Lord Death then gave them another soul to have, one that he kept for Lelouch to have. He knew that Altissia had OCD like her father and knew how many souls were in each and he needed to fix that. 

“Ok, now that’s settled, please come daily unless on a mission. Don’t forget to contact your pappi every once in a while or your father or the both of us, I don’t mind however you do it. As long as we keep in touch. Now go ahead and have fun!” Lord Death chirped.

Lelouch, Altissia, and Suzaku started to enjoy their new school life as things moved along. Everything went swimmingly unless it was about symmetry and they’ll be rambling on and on for hours about it.

[forestwater87]

Odd question. If you were doing a wing fic (shorthand: everyone has some kind of wings on their back; up to you if they're always out or if they can be banished and summoned at will) for Camp Camp, what kind of wings would the cast have?

Oooh I love wing fics! Hmmm, let’s see . . . 

David’s would be a little small for his age/size, and he’d probably be kind of embarrassed about that. He can still fly just fine with them -- which he’d say, defensively, if anyone pointed them out -- and they’re very fluffy, white, with little speckles of green flecked throughout.

Now I know most wing fics stick with feathered wings, but it did occur to me that some sort of insectlike wings -- all delicate-looking and iridescent like the surface of a bubble -- would also suit him very well. They’d be a bit more natural and forest-y, but would still have that element of embarrassment and shyness (he was probably called “fairy” a lot growing up, and it’d be a sore spot for him).

That being said, the idea of David having massive wings was suggested by @ciphernetics​, and I must admit that the idea of him either wrapping them around people to protect or comfort them is super cute. Also in a protective moment he could like fwoosh, out they come to shield the campers and it’d be badass. It’s not my preferred hc for him, but there are some lovely ways to play with it.

Gwen’s would be . . . serviceable. Dull, easily overlooked, probably some shade of gray or that kind of dun mousy brown that looks greyish in the right light, bigger than David’s but neither unusually large or small, not especially fluffy but not kind of molted the way some sick people’s are . . . they’re just sort of there. (She was probably nicknamed Pigeon by a lot of people, both as an affectionate term and a derogatory one. And like pigeons’ wings, there are little patches of color among her wings that are hard to see unless you’re looking for them it’s a metaphor get it? aren’t I clever ohoho)

Campbell’s are humongous. The biggest wings ever. He is a mountain of a man, with massive pure-white wings. Some people are convinced he genetically modified them somehow, and they do have this uncanny radioactive glow in the dark but don’t worry about that, it’s perfectly natural and not at all suspicious!

The fun thing about this is that they can get increasingly bedraggled as Season 3 progresses, until they’re drooping and muddy.

Quartermaster has bat wings. I don’t give a fuck if literally every other character has angel wings, QM’s are bats and that’s just the way it has to be.

I like the idea of the campers having small wings that can fit under their clothes, because they haven’t really grown in yet. I imagine maybe Nurf might be an exception, since he seems to be either older or just bigger than the other campers, but for the most part those kiddos look just like their normal selves. That being said, a few ideas of what they might look like grown up:

Max -- black, maybe a little big for his age, like a crow or raven’s wings. When he gets annoyed they puff up and slip out of his hoodie, and it’s a pain to put them back in which annoys him even more and gets them more puffy and hard to stuff back . . . it’s a constant struggle. Pity the poor kid.

Neil -- I’m torn between going with his hair color and giving him some hawklike brown-and-white wings, which I think would look nice with his coloring, and just going hog-wild and giving him wings like a bluebird because of his eyes. I think the latter would be too showy and embarrass him, but there’s something kinda cute about that too. His wings would be like his dad: impossible to ignore and much louder and more obnoxious (in his POV) than they need to be.

Nikki -- big and flecked with golden-orange. Of all the characters I think hers would have the most modifications, because as a kid/young adult she wasn’t careful with them and got them all torn up -- maybe to the point where she can’t even fly with them. But she has Neil and he’s a smart cookie, so I like to think of her wings having a vaguely-steampunk element of mechanisms and patches keeping them together.

Harrison -- white or a very light gray, like a dove’s. He paints the tips gold when he’s older as part of his illusionist costume.

Nerris -- I’m just thinking pure eastern bluebird, orange at the base and then exploding into brilliant blue. I think she’d love how flashy they are.

Ered -- Somehow I want her to have dragon wings. I have no idea why, or how, but I think it’d be extremely cool, and Ered is nothing if not cool. Especially if they’re really rare, almost unheard of, and she’s put a lot of work into transforming herself from the tomboyish freak with the demon wings and gay dads into something to be envious of. Besides, it’s easier to do sick stunts without having to worry about your feathers getting caught on stuff.

Nurf -- All right, I wanna get emo for a moment and say that his wings have been hacked either partly or entirely off by the time he’s an adult. We know he’s been abused in canon, and I think that people like that would go for the easiest target to hurt you, and that target is probably the delicate feathered things sticking out of your back. Bonus points if they’re somehow kind of girly, which coincides with his more sensitive nature and how he initially wanted to do ballet as a kid (especially since I don’t think that was well-received by his family). So, like . . . what remains are very fluffy and sweet-looking, maybe pink or pale yellow and orange or something, but they’re either little stubs he covers up all the time or they’ve got big chunks missing out of them but who’s gonna point that out to the huge guy with a pissed-off expression?

Preston -- Rainbow, like the most extravagant bird of paradise. Does he paint them himself, or are they as natural as he claims? 

Dolph -- Probably something very average and serviceable, in the brown/gray/white family, but they’re always speckled with paint because he’s not very careful with them and especially the long feathers at the bottom trail along the ground while he’s painting, or get stuck to his art if he turns around too suddenly.

Space Kid -- I’m thinking of a duck, for some reason. Partly because they’re aquatic and I just connect the ocean and space for some reason, partly because they’re very ordinary and that’s kind of how SK rolls, and partly because ducks can just flap for insane distances without getting tired (thank you Animorphs!). Space Kid is like that, I think -- very diligent, keeps his head down and gets things done, not very bright but he works so hard it makes up for a lot, and that’s why he’s going to be an astronaut someday. Mallards have those pretty green feathers, too, and I think those would look nice with Space Kid’s eyes.

Jasper -- Peacock. Obviously. He is the most garishly-dressed person in the show and his wings would match. Not that you’ll ever know, because he never gets to grow up and have real wings :( 

So those are the mains! As for some of the less-important characters, I don’t really have too many interesting ideas, but a few throwaway ones:

The Flower Scouts all have pink wings, either feathers or bug/fairy ones. I think maybe Tabii has a chunk missing from one of hers, from a fight or something, and the other girls made a patch so no one can tell and she can fly properly. Erin’s might be just slightly different colors -- one with an orangey tint, one with a blue.

A fun thing about bug wings is they could buzz when the girls are angry. So Sasha’s are basically always going, poor thing.

The Woodscouts probably have their wings bound, clipped, and constantly ready for combat flying. I’m thinking, like, the military-haircut version of wings.

Daniel’s . . . I mean, I don’t care about Daniel because he’s trash, but I do love the idea that they’re not naturally white and he dyes them. It’s my favorite Daniel hc and I need it to appear in every AU.

So that about covers it!

EXCEPT

Then I was talking with Ciphernetics about wing AUs, and I mentioned that in some wing fics (namely the awesome one by setepenre-set, though there are probably others) the wings’ size are based on how loved someone is. Which led to the below cuteness. Warning: shameless Gwenvid and Makkiel ahead, along with me insisting that Cameron Campbell isn’t the worst person in the entire world because I’m love him

Ciphernetics: Max’s wings growing during camp!Max voice: who the FUCK is loving me I specifically requested the opposite of thisDavid: You can even fit them in your hoodie anymore awwwwMax, struggling to pull it on over his wings: the hell I can't

Forestwater:(what if they come in the color of the person who loves you's hair)(so at first it's just this line of red that he knows is fucking David, goddamnit and then all of a sudden start sprouting these mint green and brown ones and my ship takes off)

Ciphernetics: Max, disgusted, throwing an auburn feather at David: get LOSTMax, looking over his shoulder in the mirror at the brown ones gathering at the tips and the mint ones scattered chaotically throughout: huh

Forestwater:Oh no what about when Nikki and Neil's start getting flecked with black, small and easily tugged out like they're ashamed of being there

Ciphernetics: The small really curly little feathery down that like to hide under other feathers(Gwen's had auburn in her wings since almost the first summer but lately it's started to overpower the rest of the colours. Not completely, it's just... Noticeable how much of it is the same colour now.)(She knew David loved people quickly and easily, it's just suddenly a lot more)(or she just wasn't paying attention)

Forestwater:What on earth would David's reaction be to suddenly finding some of Gwen's?I like the idea of her feathers being two-toned

Ciphernetics: I'd love if he's had a very small, slowly growing patch since they met (just a handful more each summer) but some event happens and suddenly there's a lotOh absolutely two tonedHey how about some angst;David's been waiting his whole life for Campbell's hair colourToday at 9:32 AMHe'd never say it but Campbell makes so many throwaway jokes about David being the son he never wanted but it rings a little hollow when there's not when one little brown/grey feather

Forestwater:until the end of season 3 when there's like . . . twoLISTEN I NEED MY TRASH GRANDPA

So that’s just a little bit of extra silliness for added angst/romance/fluff.

Hope this answer isn’t too long, but I was having fun.

[mz-hide]

Trick Of Might - Chapter 1

Aka: a Dragon Ball Z slash fic.

Chapter 1

Our heroes are having themselves a nice camping trip. But, alas, fate doesn't seem to want to let Goku prove himself a good father.

Summary: An ancient enemy makes a sudden comeback into Goku’s life. Long-suppressed memories surface again and it’s no longer possible for the young saiyan to ignore them. Warnings: Dubious Consent, (because of drug use) Ships & Pairings: Bulma/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta, Goku/Turles, Goku/Turles/Vegeta, Turles/Vegeta, Raditz/Turles, Nappa/Turles, Nappa/Raditz/Turles Contains: Threesome - M/M/M, Group Sex, Polyamory, Aphrodisiacs, Secret Crush, Confessions, Enemies to Lovers, Love Triangles, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Biting, Scratching, Boners All Around, Feral Behavior, (just a tiny bit), Resolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content

You can find the rest on my AO3 page (username: originalmonkeyhydes)

The young warrior re-surfaced from the stream among high splashes of water, holding a huge fish in his grasp. The blue scales of the gigantic prey shimmered gloriously under the afternoon sun. “That’s amazing, Goku! That’s what I call fishing!”, hollered Krillin from the shore. The saiyan brushed the water drops away from his forehead and eyes. “Thanks, Kirllin! Now we need some more wood for the fire!” “Leave it to me. You take care of your catch now and we’ll get cooking in no time.” “My mouth’s already watering.” Unfortunately, the animal was still alive and very much against becoming dinner. The fish thrashed violently in the saiyan’s grasp. The splashes roused by the frantic movements of his strong tail and fins rained down on the shore where Krillin had just managed to light up the fire, putting it off. Only then Goku managed to raise the fish over his head, preventing it to touch the water. “Oops… sorry, Krillin…! His friend looked at his newly soaked clothes and what remained of their cooking space, which was by then reduced to a sad bunch of wet wood. “Darnit, Goku! You might have become a super saiyan but you’re still the same old klutz!” The warrior giggled, scratching the back of his head. Gohan hid his face with his hands, embarrassed. “Oh, dad…” Once he’d handed the catch over to Krillin, he dressed back up and busied himself with gathering new wood, instead. Soon enough, the huge fish was slowly turning on a long spit above the fire. Delicate coils of steam were rising from the crispy, crackling scales. “That smells delicious!”, murmured Goku, sniffing the air. “Ehy, Piccolo! Are you sure you don’t want to try some too?”, he then yelled to his green friend that was floating mid-air, uselessly trying to keep focusing on his meditation. The twitching of one of his antennae betrayed his annoyance at the interference. He must have explained it to the young warrior a thousand times that he didn’t need to eat, but the concept of water-based sustenance never seemed to sink in. “Ow, it burns!” “Goku, be patient, can’t you see it’s still too hot to eat!” “Ouch!” The namekian sighed, wondering why he’d let that ridiculous bunch include him in that pathetic field trip. His thoughts of self-commiseration were interrupted by a much more pleasant, juvenile voice. “Would you like some water instead, Mr Piccolo?”, asked Gohan, ever the attentive soul, as he offered him a big camping flask. “I took some earlier. Krillin and I went hiking and we followed the fiver upstream. I thought you’d like it fresh from the spring.” The namekian couldn’t help but smiling faintly. The earnest, honest expression of his pupil was enough compensation for the offenses of his father’s behavior. All in all, he had accepted the invitation precisely to be with Gohan that day. “Thanks, Gohan. It was kind of you.” As soon as he’d reached out to take the offered drink, however, he froze. The flask fell down, spilling its contents to the ground. What is this feeling? “Piccolo, is something wrong?” Gohan was suddenly alarmed. The alien didn’t bother replying, his attention suddenly focused on Kami’s voice in his head. { Piccolo, can you feel it too? } { Obviously. Though I can’t figure out what’s causing it nor where it comes from. Old man, do you know something about it? } { Unfortunately, I do not. But I can tell you it’s not coming from Earth. } The namekian gritted his teeth. { It’s a very odd energy, yet I feel like I’ve felt something like this before… } A sudden sense of foreboding crept into his heart, conjuring up awful suspicions. I don’t like this… not one bit. “Junior, did you sense something?” The worry in Gohan’s voice brought him suddenly back to reality. The namekian clenched his fists, resolute, eyeing with uneasy concern the clear sky above his head. “Go get your dad, Gohan. I have urgent matters to discuss with him.”

The saiyan and the namekian flew away at a great speed, leaving Gohan and Krillin behind to keep their promise to wait for them at the camp. Neither of them wished to upset the boy on such a peaceful day, even if it meant for him to spend the rest of the day trip he’d so longed for alone. For some reason, destiny didn’t seem to want to give Goku the chance and the time to prove himself a good father. The two of them finally reached Kami’s palace. The ancient guardian had been waiting them and came forth to greet them as soon as they landed. Mr Popo followed right behind him. As usual, Piccolo kept his distance while the young saiyan immediately went to meet his former rival’s old half. “Kami, what happened? Piccolo said there’s some ostile energy at work but I can’t sense it anywhere near us.” “It doesn’t surprise me”, commented the Guardian of the Earth, “since it’s not nowhere near our planet. Furthermore, I’m not even sure it comes from a truly ostile force.” Goku appeared confused. “I don’t understand… then why worry?” “Such an energy is not evil in itself, but could still -and very easily- be put to use for arguable ends. Additionally, in coincidence with the manifestation of this force, a sudden alternation has perturbed the cosmic balance. The dawning of this energy has been felt all the way here on Earth, though apparently without any worrying consequence. That’s what Piccolo and I have sensed. Unfortunately, the two of us can’t find out more about it as it is. That’s why your assistance is needed, Goku. You could tele-port on King Kai’s planet and ask him. From there, it should be possible even for you to identify the source of this aura and investigate.” “It doesn’t get any easier than this”, answered the jovial warrior, bringing two fingers to his forehead, “You can count on me, Kami, I’ll take care of it. I’ll be back in a flash!” It only too a brief moment of silent focus for the saiyan to sense his destination and then disappear into thin air. “That technique sure comes easy to him now”, observed the Guardian. “He can afford to use it with uncanny confidence.” Piccolo ignored the conversation starter, choosing to shoot his old half a searching look. “Old man, you already know what we’re dealing with.” It wasn’t a question. The Guardian sighed. “As always, I can’t keep anything hidden from you, Piccolo. I guess you’ve felt the same thing I have. It’s hardly surprising. After all, you and I used to be one being.” “Why didn’t you say anything to Goku?”, he inquired. “Because I’m not sure I know what I felt. Though, even if my presentiment were to be justified, I still would not know the best way to deal with this situation.” Kami raised his head to the sky, the wrinkles on his skin deepened by worry. “But I do hope I’m wrong about that feeling.”

In the meantime, on a small, green orb orbiting somewhere in the otherworld beyond Snake Way, King Kai fell from the chair he’d been dozing off, seeing his old pupil appearing in front of him out of the blue. The warrior greeted him with his usual joviality, seemingly not aware of the scare he’d just given to his old teacher. “Hi, King Kai! Long time no see!” “T-thoughtless fool! Appearing out of nowhere like this without a warning?! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Goku appeared intrigued. “Tell me, King Kai, you beings of the Otherworld can have heart attacks too?” “You were about to make me find out!”, complained the blue jin, jumping to his feet. “Sorry about that, King kai. But you see, I teleported here as fast as I could. Kami sends me.” “Oh? What seems to be the problem?” “Well, to be honest we don’t really know either. Kami felt an unusual aura coming from somewhere around Earth. He says it’s not an evil force but that it has upset the cosmic balance… or something like that… Between you and me, I’m not sure I understood what he was talking about”, he admitted, slightly flustered. “I can’t sense anything from down there. Kami said that if I tried to search for it from here I could sense it too. What do you say, King Kai? Could you give us a hand?” An upsetting in the cosmic balance…, thought King Kai, a brooding expression on his face. If it has been possible for them to sense it fro Earth, something must have happened in a nearby planet. Or, at least, relatively nearby. It’s odd, though… what reason might Kami have to worry about something like that? Argh, if only I hadn’t dozed off I could have perceived it too! “Alright, boy, I’ll do what I can”, he finally replied, “Now let me concentrate.“ That said, he closed his eyes and let his conscience expand into galactic immensity, in search for that unusual something that could have upset Earth’s old, attentive guardian. He was about to give up and reach the conclusion that the old namekian had mistaken some normal cosmic event for something much more worrying when his attention was caught by a small dot, right at the ends of Earth’s solar system, a weird glimmer he didn’t seem to recall… “Ah!”, the jin exclaimed. “What is it, King Kai? Have you seen something? I still can’t feel anything.” “Unfortunately Kami worries were valid. Quick, boy, touch my shoulders and I’ll show you. Though, I think it’s gonna be something you should already be familiar with.” Goku blinked, confused. He put a hand a hand on his old teacher’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He saw a small planet, much smaller than Earth, a nearly invisible dot shimmering with a flickering, mysterious, purple light. He focused on it and realized that the unusual energy wasn’t coming from its core, as it should have, but from around it, from its surface. He looked harder and figured out why. “That…!” In front of his eyes, tortuous roots dug in the depths of the planet, transforming its surface into a Daedalus of sturdy, living wood, shadowed by horrifyingly large branches, stretching arrogantly into the void of space. Among the rich foliage, thousands pinkish flowers throbbed and glowed with a unhealthy red light, grim and grotesque like a omen. He’d already seen that monstrosity once and he could have never forgotten about it. “It’s the Tree of Might!”

“Are you really sure, Goku?”, Piccolo asked, still incredulous. “How could I not be, Piccolo? You saw it too, the nature of that horrible plant too. It’s unmistakable. I can’t be wrong. It definitely is the Tree of Might, there’s no doubt about it.” “Then how do you explain that aura? I was here as well when that monstrous thing grew on Earth, but the aura I remember is very different!” “That’s true, I can’t deny that. This aura is different, though I’m can’t exactly tell how.“ An engrossed silence fell on them. It was Piccolo who took the courage to finally break it, after a meaningful exchange of looks with his old half. “Goku, do you think it might be his doing?” There was no need to specify whom. Turles. “No. It can’t be. I’m sure I killed him that time”, he replied after a long pause, sounding unsure. For some strange reason, the fact that it might have been Turles made him weirdly uncomfortable. “We definitely annihilated his crew, that I’m sure of. Who else could have known about the Tree of Might, then? How can you be so sure he hasn’t survived and this is not his doing?” During the years, Piccolo had learned to trust the saiyan with a lot of things. The death of his enemies, though, was not one of them. And he had good reason not to, considering he’d been one of his enemies and he was still alive and kicking. And Vegeta was too, unfortunately. Not to mention the fact that the warrior had also, somehow, found it in his heart to spare Frieza, even after he’d killed his best friend. Goku was silent for a moment. “The flowers.” “What?” “If you remember, when Turles planted the Tree of Might on Earth, the planet’s energy was almost completely drained and the fruits grew immediately. This time there’s no trace of fruits. There’s only a bunch of flowers, seemingly harmless. Even the planet is not completely dead, just weakened, as if the tree wasn’t working nearly as fast as it did on Earth. Plus, King Kai says that planet was not inhabited to begin with, even if potentially inhabitable.” Piccolo wasn’t entirely convinced. Kami looked thoughtful too, but decided to end the discussion there. “I guess the strange energy Piccolo and I were sensing was only due to the nature of the tree. Maybe there should really be a true reason to worry, we don’t know if plants like those could spread and grow in space on their own. Nevertheless, it’s best to keep an eye on it. I will get in touch with King Kai and keep monitoring the situation.” “Please, get in touch with me if you were to sense something unusual. I’ll be going now, then. Gohan and Krillin are still waiting for us at the camp. Are you coming along too, Piccolo?” “You go ahead. I’ll catch up with you later.” “Alright. See you later, then!” The warrior jumped over the edge of the palace and flew off, headed back to his friend and his son. Mr Popo turned towards Kami. The guardian of the Earth wasn’t looking reassured at all. “Master, you are still worried, aren’t you?” “Lying would be pointless, Mr Popo. Yes… There’s something strange going on, something’s not adding up.” The younger namekian remained silent until his old half addressed him out loud. “What do you think, Piccolo?” The warrior left his gaze roam downwards, staring at the revolving planet below them. “I think the weirdest part of all this is that Goku showed no intention of intervening personally to check that Tree out.” His gaze caught the last glimmer the young saiyan’s aura had left behind before it disappeared beyond the horizon. “Normally, the thought of fighting has always excited him. It almost seemed to me like he didn’t even want to think about such an eventuality.” “It might mean that maybe this Turles truly isn’t involved in this. If Goku’s so sure, then maybe there’s no use for further speculations.” Piccolo didn’t reply, still gazing the passing clouds below, keeping his shadowy doubts for himself.

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Chapter 6. Urai Knight and the Tale of Dragon Bracelets

When we returned from a walk, which we really needed to digest the ice-cream cake we had stuffed ourselves with, the conference room had merged into semidarkness. Tin-Tin had been fumbling for a switch on the wall for several seconds, all in vain, and then, more to explain his failure, he mouthed, “It’s strange but the wall has become coarse… And the switch has vanished...”

Our legs sunk in sand and we stumbled on cobblestones. We were still crowding near the entrance, not venturing to move across the room, when suddenly the room was illuminated. Everyone gasped with surprise and astonishment. The bright stars, shining through the rare pink clouds in a saturated orange sky, were illuminating the walls of the room, which were studded with sparkling rubies, sapphires and diamonds. What we took for sand turned out to be golden dust and coins, and the stuff we were stumbling on were plates and goblets, helmets and shields, swords and other armour, all made of gold.

Then a man separated from the wall and said in a subdued voice, “Please, take your seats, and we will start the class…”

There were two rows of desks in the room and, while everyone got seated, I took a good look at the new tutor. He was tall and thin and his black shirt and trousers matched his raven-black hair. He had distinctive features – his eyes were of a soft luminous amber colour, lighting up his face. I'd never seen anything like that before. But I also noted that his oval face with its sunken cheeks and hooked nose looked emaciated.

After everyone had taken their seats and the gasps of delight calmed down, he began. “My name is Urai Knight, I am the Manager of the Gevellin department and today we will start the Magic fundamentals course with you.”

“The Gevellin department works as a consultancy on the return of lost or stolen artefacts and removing curses from them. By the way, by artefacts we mean jewels or simple objects, endowed with the magic power.”

He looked up at the class, “It is better to study by example, so we will find examples right now.” He swept along the rows, “some of you may possess artefacts in the form of jewellery, which you wear as amulets…”

Vlad, sitting near Camilla at the first desk, cut in, “I wear a snake fangs necklace. Mum says it protects me from evil spirits...”

“I suppose it won’t protect you from anything.” Urai passed the second desk, skipping both the multitude of silver chains hanging down from Letisia’s neck and sparkling with bright gems, fixed at different distances from each other, like planets are fixed in their orbits, and Gui’s fingers, each adorned with precious stone rings.

Once Urai had turned his back on them, Gui leant over his desk, craning his neck to keep in view Urai’s departing figure, and hastily whispered to Camilla, “In September the whole office will go on retreat to Bodrum – ”

Vlad and Camilla spoke at the same time: Vlad asked, “Bodrum? Where is it?” Camilla asked, “The whole office?”

Letisia started giggling foolishly, while Gui tried to answer both of them simultaneously, “It’s located 200 miles to the west of Antalya. All employees, consultants and staff from the London office are invited, except –”

Letisia’s face acquired a more intelligent expression and she asked, “What is a retreat?”

Vlad, Camilla and Gui looked at her, amazed. Camilla waved her away, “A yearly outing. To unwind.”

Gui added, “The company takes employees all over the world to chill out, enjoy the scenery, and build genuine friendships outside the office.”

“Really?” Letisia looked positively shocked.

“Yeah,” Gui clearly savoured the details, “I’ve heard, last year it was a deep-sea fishing expedition. The last night, they all gathered for the final feast with an open bar. And people said there were such wild dances that night that the creatures of the sea, drawn by the music, leapt onshore and also began to dance. And by midnight the shore was thick with oysters clacking their shells like castanets, crabs spinning on their claws, and shrimp beating time with their tails. And all manner of fish were jumping and plunging about to the music.”

Letisia giggled again, “I suppose that soon tables were laden with oysters, shrimp and crabs!”

Camilla waved her off as a nagging fly and asked Gui, “And what will happen in Bodrum?”

“It’s even difficult to imagine! The east half of the town has a long beach. Behind the beach are all the bars, restaurants, and night clubs.”

“Typical of Mediterranean resort towns,” Vlad smacked his lips.

“In the west half of the town the life revolves around a Yacht Club with shops catering mainly to those who have stepped off their boats.”

“Oh, I remember, Bodrum Castle is located on a rock between two harbours that separates both sides,” Camilla remarked pensively, “so, you haven’t finished what you were saying – all the employees are invited, except whom?”

“Ah, all except us!”

“Us??” Camilla and Vlad exclaimed in a chorus.

“The Managers decided we can’t be distracted from our studies!”

“Wha —?”

Before this precise moment, I was silently straining my ears in order not to miss their conversation, but at their genuine indignation I giggled like Letisia, and as they all stared at me, I said in a subdued voice, “Hey, swelled turkey-cocks, somebody has forgotten to invite you to the biggest party of the year? You can start sobbing right now or wait until tonight to cry into your pillows?” Everybody sniggered heartily. I turned my head back – Urai seemed to still be busy examining the prettiest rose bud, carved out of the yellow opaque amber, dandling at the green chiffon ribbon at Guiselle’s breast.

“Bang!” a spitball struck me right in the forehead – Vlad was rubbing his hands, a malicious smile on his lips.

“That’s it, it’s war,” whispered Tin-Tin.

Gui squeaked, “I thought we could ask Jess to get invitations, at least for us. Her father is close to–”

But his words were buried under the waves of spitballs our two camps were exchanging. Then something cold and heavy hit me. Jess! She was pelting us with snowballs she had taken out of her sleeve. Soon we were sitting in a snowdrift. But we were spared dishonourable capitulation by Urai who passed Ernie and Melwin, sitting at the last desk, and turned to Tin-Tin and Max, sitting across the passage. Before Urai could notice the snowdrift and hills of spitballs, all this stuff melted in the air. We all breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nothing, nothing…,” Urai’s gaze finally rested on me. He pierced me with his burning amber eyes for approximately a minute, when suddenly he shifted his look… I followed his gaze, which rested on my neighbour’s neck, adorned with a fascinating necklace of black roses. “Black silver… No power, still fails slightly to be perfect…,” he snapped his fingers and – blue topaz roses alternated with the black ones. Urai conjured a hand mirror set in gold from the air and held it out to Diana, “It perfectly matches your eyes…”

Diana looked at her reflection and gasped with astonishment, but Urai had already turned away from her and approached the second desk, occupied by Leda and Leslie. The corner of his lips twitched. “Mmm, Leda Winegrain, I suppose. And this peculiar ring with two stones is your Mum’s gift, I guess,” he said, looking at the golden ring with two emeralds on her finger. “You are right,” a smile lit up Leda’s face. Leslie fidgeted in its blaze. For a second, Urai and Leda were staring into each other's eyes, then Urai said, “Well, I hope you will use it wisely,”

Not willing to observe the scene, I turned to my jolly neighbour, “Diana, where do you live?”

“My parents have bought me a two-bedroom apartment in London,” she answered in the most natural way.

Pressed down with envy, I gulped a lump in my throat and looked at Urai again. He stroked Leda’s tiny butterfly-shaped golden earrings with his greedy gaze and went ahead, to the first desk, occupied by Jessamine Gevellin and Laska Valentine. His glance fell at her simple iron ring. And then at once several things occurred. His pale face turned greyish and his eyes lit with a yellow flame. Black smoke whirled around the iron ring, making Jessamine squeal, “What you are doing, you…” Not having finished the sentence, aimed to indicate, who Urai in reality was, she dragged the ring from her finger and threw it onto the desk.

Though Urai was swift to put his hands behind his back, we saw that a simple golden ring on his finger started emitting white light in the form of a tiny disk of pure energy.

Then, simultaneously, the smoke and white light vanished. “The twin rings,” gasped Tin-Tin. “It is simply coincidence,” whispered Diana in reply.

Urai and Jessamine’s faces both twitched, hers – with rage, his – with hatred. A slight burn could be discerned on Urai’s finger, but still he showed no sign of pain. In an insinuating, catlike voice he asked Iceeye, pointing at the ring lying on the desk, “It looks like you are not in great need of this ring… So maybe I may take it for training purposes?”

Looking insulted, Jessamine answered with her most arrogant air, “Certainly, not. This is the property of the Gevellin family. My Mum gave it to me.”

“Avril Dayle,” Urai was more stating a fact, than asking a question.

“She is Avril Gevellin, Dayle is her maiden name,” Jessamine corrected him soberly. It was painful to look at Urai, so humiliated did he feel. “And my name is Jessamine Gevellin, but friends call me Jess…” she was calming down gradually, as the danger had gone and the smoke cleared away.

“I don’t care, what your name is,” Urai turned to her with a straight back.

“And will you care if I invite you to our manor for the celebration of my Dad’s purchase of an ancient golden locket?”

He froze for a moment, then paced further, having not replied.

“I’ve heard consultants call him Night Knight,” whispered Diana, following his back with her eyes.

“Whom?” wondered Tin-Tin.

“Urai,” Diana gave him a caustic look.

“And why?” Tin-Tin’s eyes became round.

“Maybe he is a sleepwalker?”

“Or adores working long hours?”

“Or hangs around in night clubs?”

“Or maybe he is so old that he fought in the Crusades?” Diana shrugged her shoulders.

Tin-Tin and I exchanged looks, clearly indicating this hypothesis was insane.

“And maybe, Diana,” Max yawned, “you just got stuck with him?” And immediately he snatched a silver helmet from the sandy floor and put it on so that Diana couldn’t hit him.

Meanwhile, with his gaze lingering on the faces of all those present, Urai said, “Well, it’s strange, but I hadn’t found any suitable artefact for training purposes among your ‘toys’… Then – ”

“And I have Dragon bracelets,” intervened Bastian, holding forth his arms with string-shaped golden bracelets, tinkling on his wrists, “Dad says it helps against Dragons.”

“Nothing helps against Dragons. But you got hold of the wrong end of the stick, having heard only bits and pieces of legends about the Dragons. Unverified information is evil in consultancy work. Okay, the topic is chosen, today’s class will be devoted to Dragons.”

With the wave of his hand he removed the back wall and … golden sand bordered green grass, and orange sky overflowed to dark blue one, bright stars twinkling in it.

“Come along,” said Urai and stepped on the grass. Everyone stood up and went to him. Standing on the velvety grass, I looked back – our precious chamber vanished and we were in open country.

“Where we are?” piped Bastian.

“This is the land of the Gwinedd Kingdom,” replied Urai, “If you don’t want to get cold, collect dry heather nearby…”

Soon the tongues of the fire licked the twigs with pieces of lamb, we were holding in our hands, sitting in the circle near the fire. Nobody could guess where Urai had got the food, and having ascertained that not one of us would starve, Urai started his tale.

 The Tale of Dragon Bracelets

 The incredible events that I want to tell you about, have been treated for a long time in the way, it was convenient for the interpreters to speculate on it. The story has been embroidered with new guesswork and then at last people could not tell the truth from the fable anymore and were lost in guesses, what has actually happened.

The time came for me to break my silence. I became an involuntary participant in these events and I want to tell you the true story as it unfolded before my eyes…

I was lying under the pellucid veil of dark-blue heaven. The sky was so low that it merely touched my face. It was a warm midsummer night with violet air so dense that it could be eaten, not breathed. The night was full of quiet rustling, sonorous chirr and rich singing. All day long I had been herding longhaired sheep on the grassy downs, scrambling my way along rocky paths. Now the sheep were sleeping in the steep meadow and I was lying in the grass carpet, the herbs tickling my face caressingly.

My fatigue and the torrid heat of the long summer day departed, subjecting me to the coolness and the slightest whiffs of the fresh night air. The long night and overall the whole life and the sheer Eternity were ahead of me. Such nights evoke reveries and call up dreams. And I was ready to fly away to the Fairyland of dreams on the wide velvet black wings of the Night, when suddenly a strange bright light appeared out of the corner of my eye.

The sky was clear that night, no cloud dared to obscure the newly-born crescent. Was it a shooting star? I raised slightly up, ready to make a wish and peered into the black vault of heaven – a blazing dot was rushing in the sky over the rocks, growing larger and brighter with every yard of its flight and soon its outlines loomed in the distance, taking the shape of a strange bird with an enormous wingspan that was ablaze.

But when it passed at great speed a hundred yards from me, its triangular outstretched wings cutting the air with a whistle, golden scales radiating heat and light and fire coiling in its fiery mouth, I clung fast to the grass, numb with fear, as the creature that I had supposed to be the firebird was none other than a great winged lizard aloft on the wind.

It went forth to the cold grey sea and, having reached the Сastle, set on the edge of the precipice overlooking the sea, vanished above it, having scattered into fiery sparks, which extinguished with hissing when they touched the ground at the end of their fiery flight. And then darkness fell again on the land of Gwynedd.

Scared and appalled by the sight of the lustrous monster, I recollected how often sheep disappeared from the herd in mysterious circumstances and all the tales and gossip about countless treasures of Llywelyn, the King, as it was he, who lived in the Castle with his wife and little son. People said that Llywelyn bathed in gold and his Treasury was a dome, hewn in the rock, piled high with gold and precious stones.

Then I could guess that the reason for his incalculable wealth was the Dragon, a loyal servant, who faithfully brought stolen gold to its master. I wondered what flagrant wickedness Llywelyn committed to repay the Dragon for his service? And had he ever repented? Full of dread, I rejoiced that I would never face the evil and wickedness in the Castle.

But this was not meant to be, as the Fates intervened in my life in the face of the Head of the Royal Guard, who showed up at the doorstep of my Father’s hut. “By order of the King! A hundred recruits will be conscripted to the Royal Guard today!”

I barely kissed my Mother and embraced my Father when I was kicked into the cart to join the other unfortunate wretches. We were taken away from our homes and dumped in the foreign Castle.

As we drove, we found plenty to talk about, and upon approaching the Castle, we gazed at its high walls with four towers, reaching high into the sky, facing the four corners of the Earth, and piercing the faintest clouds, sprinting to the West, with its points. The royal banners were waving freely in the breeze on their flagstaffs, reflecting themselves in the cool sparkling waters, running across the hill the Castle occupied, which was green as green could be the Eternal Spring.

Watchmen were looking out over the country through the narrow slits in the battlements, touched with the glorious light of the morning sun, to report the arrival of foreigners. Having noticed us, they shouted and cheered and pounded the stone floor of the Castle with their pikes to greet us.

Thus, my life in the Castle began. From dawn to dusk we were marched in rows across the cobbled courtyard to the sound of the voice of the Head of the Guards bellowing orders of the drill. We shot swift arrows at targets, fastened to hayricks, and leart how to fight with bright swords and sharp lances. But in my thoughts I was far away, wandering the grassy slopes of the mountains under the boundless sky, the bellies of clouds hanging right above me and listening to my slow talk to the sheep…

I sat at the cracked stone slabs, leaning my back against the cold stone wall. The night shift of the watchmen had just arrived to relive me, but there was no sleep in me and I stayed there, sitting near the brazier. I stretched my frozen fingers to the fire, warming myself.

“Bound here till midnight… Nasty business… I wish I slept in a soft bed now and was not stood here in the draught, chilly winds blowing through me…,” grumbled Joe into his beard, looking out through the slit, “pitch darkness… I guess, the Dragon himself would not make out the tip of its tail in such a murk.”

“Shut up, Joe,” snapped his lanky companion, “Do you want to bring us bad luck? We will all get into trouble if you invite the monster with your profane abuse.”

“And have you ever seen the Dragon near the Castle?” I threw out a feeler, not wishing to talk about my own experience, for fear of being labelled a blabbermouth.

The lanky guy, whose name was Snella, cast a gloomy glance at me and said in a hushed voice, “Look, Ordeah, let me choose the right words here – if you have any sense at all, you would not twaddle on about Dragons at every corner. Llywelyn takes it personally. The ancient legend says, some relationship (at the word “relationship” he lowered his voice to whisper) binds the royal family with the Dragons and that very long ago Llywelyn’s forefather did a favour to the Dragon and in return the Dragon promised to come to his or his heir’s aid should they ever find himself in mortal danger, either being overrun in a battle or starving to death. And in the end, the Dragon reassured him that as soon as he would be summoned, help would come and relief would be certain. Therefore, a golden-red Dragon is embroidered on the royal banners in silk – as he is the King’s patron.”

“And what favour did Llywelyn’s ancestor to the Dragon?” I inquired, casting a suspicious look at Snella.

“The old man didn’t bother to share this information with us, lad!” and they burst out laughing. When Snella recovered his breath he said, “These are only legends, lad! Do you really believe all these old wives' tales? The last thing we all need is a living Dragon! Bless us!”

I smiled at them, wondering deep down what on Earth was the King’s patron doing above the Castle, when I had seen him, as we were neither at war with anybody nor starving. A courtesy visit to enquire after Llywelyn’s health? Patrolling the territory to prevent armed attacks?

Busy with day-to-day duties, I soon began to forget my concerns about Dragons, as our service in the Guard was ordinary and routine.

Many times I got to see King Llywelyn. He was a stout red-haired man of medium height, thickset, with shoulders so broad that this was at once arresting the eyes of those, who faced him for the first time, and so strong that he could lift the bull into the air!

His wife, a fragile blond with enormous sky blue eyes, meek as those of a doe, was almost invisible in the Castle. But their son was a real imp, growing strong and courageous. Not once had we took him off from the turret where he perched himself as a cat and then dangled, uttering terrible cries that he would fall, and when brought to the ground, asking every one of us personally not to tell his father…

Once during my shift at the doors of the Prince’s bedchamber, I overheard his conversation with the King. I did not give any special attention to what I heard, but much later their words, having been reconsidered, shed light on many of the subsequent events.

“Papa, teach me how to …,” the excited voice of the boy broke and I didn’t catch the end of the phrase. “I am not sure you need this, Lerroy,” Llywelyn’s voice was coaxing, mild.

“But you cannot! You do not dare! You are not the only one! You can’t usurp the right…,” the prince’s voice rang with tears.

“You forget yourself, Prince! I will take the decision about your learning myself and you will obey it,” rose metallic notes in the King’s voice.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” whispered the boy. And the King left the chamber, without saying goodnight. When he passed me he clenched his fists so tight that his nails tore into his palms.

Still, the life in the Castle was peaceful and calm… until the night came that turned my life around…

I was keeping watch at the Treasury doors. The chimes struck twelve. Fighting drowsiness, I was peering into the darkness, edged with the dim ruddy light of solemn torches. Time hung heavy, endlessly. More than once I had been sinking into a doze, when at last a dull and subdued “Donn!” broke upon my ears, making me wake up with a start – the chimes struck “one”.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on the setting, looking around attentively. Everything was quiet. Then suddenly a metallic “clank!” sounded from behind the Treasury doors!

Frightened that somebody must have stolen past me to the Treasury while I dozed, I bent and peeped into the keyhole … and then I became stupefied with terror and amazement… or maybe with amazement and terror. The red rock was towering in the cave, filling all the empty space with itself. With brilliant, shimmering gold colour, emitting golden glow… I could take a good look at the glossy jagged scales of an old acquaintance of mine – the Dragon!

The monstrous creature was bathing in the gold. Everything was blazing with unbearable heat, the gold was melting and the yellow-hot rivers of molten metal flowed along the golden hills. The Dragon tumbled on his back and started rolling on the gold like a foal, showing his pale undersides and inner thighs. Soon he was crusted with the scorching gold and precious stones as the gems glued to the molten substance. Turning right and left, the Dragon admired himself in the lake of molten gold underneath.

Then, he suddenly rolled over, helping himself up with his massive coiled tail, stood on all four legs, and his slanting golden eyes stared straight into my eyes. I was caught and before I dissolved in his oily gaze, I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Dragon! Help! Dragon!”

In an instant glow went out and the Treasury was submerged into darkness. Still, I knew he was there, hiding in the dark, and, having drawn myself up, I went on screaming, “Help! Dragon! He’s robbing the Treasury!”

To my screams, a dozen guards came running from the corner, puffing and panting and jolting their pikes. I rushed to the Head of the Guards, waving my arms and pointing back at the Treasury door, and crying, “There… the Dragon… in the Treasury, open the door! Quick, or he will run away with the help of his magic!” Tor, taken aback and confused, tried to calm me, when Llywelyn himself appeared from around the corner, dressed in leather trousers and a white short sleeveless shirt, “What's going on here? Who has caused this clamour?”

“Ordeah said he has seen the Dragon in the Treasury…” mumbled Tor, evidently not believing in what he was saying. “In the Treasury?” returned Llywelyn in a strange voice.

Taking no heed of possible accusations of peeking, I gibbered in haste, “Aye, I heard some noise and peeped through the keyhole! There he was! An enormous Dragon! If we delay, he will flee!”

“We should check his words, my Lord,” intervened Tor. Possibly, he took pity on me. There was a short pause. And then Llywelyn took out from under his shirt a small silver key hanging on a silver chain.

Following his movement, I glanced at his arms, bare, as his short shirt lacked sleeves, and noted that he wore golden bracelets on his wrists. However, a closer look revealed that these were not bracelets but golden strings, ingrown into the skin on his wrists! In great amazement I was staring at golden curlicues, flourishing upwards from the golden rings on his wrists to the crease of his elbow, resembling some fantastic floral tattoo…

Meanwhile, he put the key into the keyhole and turned. The door opened noiselessly. A dry, hot, stale air oozed to the gallery from the darkness, having been loosed. With lit torches, Llywelyn and Tor entered the Treasury.

The Gold… Gold in ingots, gold in coins and rods. Diamonds lay scattered among golden dust. Strings of milky pearls, dawn-pink in hue, twined round the circles of ancient golden shields, their mottos obliterated by centuries. The spikes of the crown, wrought of gold, came out from the pile of sparkling rubies, crunching under my feet. I stooped down and pulled it out of the precious waste by its spike. Heavy and cold round my arm, it cooled my palm. The red lights of torches were dancing around, casting bloody stains on the laced golden rings. Dunes of gold, dotted with sapphires, flashing out with dark-blue light, led to infinity as the edges of the cave were lost in the gloom…

I gazed and could not have enough. No stories from eye-witnesses, no words at all could prepare my mind for such a sight. I had almost forgotten about the Dragon and still… he was missing!

And I was not the only one who had noticed this as Llywelyn turned to me and shouted “Guards! Seize him and dump him out of the Castle! I will not tolerate a liar in my House!”

While I stared in bewilderment at the King, they seized me and dragged me through the galleries, and the last thing I remember was the sight of Tor, taking the pike Llywelyn had leant against the wall, and yanking his hand away with a scream of pain – “It’s hot metal!” – and Llywelyn’s voice, growing fainter, as he withdrew, “It must have stood near the hearth…”

I was kicking and fighting to the end, which meant to the Castle gate, screaming, “I am not a liar! I am not a liar!” while I was taken forth. They kicked me off the drawbridge and the stars spun above me while I was snorting and spitting out the water, wallowing in the river…

It is a long time since then. I returned to my parents’ house and to my sheep. But at night, when I dreamt, it seemed to me that somebody was touching my shoulder with hot palms and I dreamt the Dragon, his fiery face having human traits, and I could not discern them, no matter how hard I tried. I woke up in a cold sweat from my own cries, shivering and miserable. And as night after night I awoke my elderly parents and my brothers and sisters, they forced me to relocate to an abandoned hut, hidden in a lonely glen leading to the sea.

There I spent my sleepless nights, sitting near the firelight and burning logs in the hearth. Muffling myself up in the blankets I met each dawn, pondering over and over the events that happened in the Castle... But then at last came the day that changed the course of my life…

Once before daybreak, a lookout, striking the great bell, summoned people to arms. In several minutes horns blew, echoing along the hills, sounding the charge. Assault! To arms! With blood rushing to my head, I grabbed my bow and arrows and ran out of the hut as I was, barefoot…

The water was boiling in the offing with multitude of drakkars. Dragon's head with bared sword-like fangs in their wide-opened jaws was protruding from the bow of each painted ship. The horizon was bloody with scarlet-coloured sails and banners. The Vikings! Hundreds of them! At the sound of drums, beating the stroke, they were pulling the oars wildly. Then the warriors from the Dragonships, closest to the coast, leapt to the shallow water and came on like a tide against a thousand Gwynedd defenders, already awaiting for them, condemned to death.

“That’ll be the deadly end of our mortal souls!” I whispered and ran into the rows of archers who were sending a shower of arrows at the Vikings, who still were knee-deep in water. That day took a deadly toll on the invaders. Soon dead bodies were floating on the sea, but the hurrying multitude continued flooding to the shore. They outnumbered us by ten to one, sowing deathly dread in our souls. The Vikings were setting battlefield to chaos, wielding their axes in their left hands and waving their swords with their right, hacking the foot who were slowly giving back. Then, with shrill battle cries, mounted warriors rushed forward to wage battle led by Llywelyn himself, half-risen in stirrup at a white stad. Soon Llywelyn and his bodyguards were forced into a tight ring, surrounded with furious foes. Riders were cutting the enemies heads with their swords, defending themselves on all sides. Llywelyn cried to the Vikings’ Cynig, “Ic þe offslea, Gutworm!” Attackers and defenders tied into a great knot. Tor was in the centre of that slaughterhouse. He was trying to shield Llywelyn with himself. We were losing the battle, defenders were growing scarce, while the Dragonships were constantly landing fresh reinforcements. Llywelyn then broke through the encirclement and galloped to the edge of the nearest wood, clearing the way for himself with his sword. His arm raised and dropped with the speed of lightning and the wake of slain foes followed on both sides of his path. The Gwynedd army gasped… And Tor, his face distorted with rage, sent the dagger to the back of the King, the betrayer, fleeing from the battlefield. But he missed and Llywelyn disappeared behind the trees.

And then gasped not the Gwineddites, who had lost any hope by that time, but the Vikings, as from behind the wood showed himself in all his might none other than … the Dragon!

Everyone froze in awe. In the shafts of the rising sun he appeared in shades from grey to bright scarlet to turn brilliant, dazzling gold. Flapping his golden wings, he soared, shielding the dawn, approaching the battlefield with great speed, and soon the black shadow of outstretched triangular wings covered us.

With vertical slits of its snake-like eyes he searched the shore where all actions were paralysed and hands, squeezing axes and bows and swords, came down. Flames sprang in his fiery jaws … and then without any warning he beat his great wings wildly and spouted terrific flames on the battlefield, withering everything and everyone with his breath of fire, with no distinction between Gwineddites and Vikings. Dreadful cries made a chill wind blow across my skin.

A hail of arrows pierced the air and bounced off the metal scales and fell to the ground. I was standing deaf in the turmoil of fighters, scattering and sweeping to the beach in a desperate effort to flee and save themselves, at the terrific explosions of the Dragon’s uproar.

Flap of the wings in the jets of fire… Circling in the air… Flap of the wings, baring the skin of membrane under the wing, connecting it to the armoured body… With rigid fingers I pulled the iron bolt out of the quiver… Flap of the wings… The string drawn back… I aimed… Wings going upward… the thud of my heart… Twang!

I lowered my bow and my head…

And then I stopped my ears with my palms, as with the heartrending shriek that followed, the trees bent in fright and the grass shrivelled and blackened.

You would ask me where I had taken the iron bolt from? I contrived the whole plan during those sleepless nights, when I had to think about something in order to escape fiery nightmares. One guy, whom I knew, was a smith. He didn’t ask questions…

The Dragon, lame in the left wing, flew low and heavy to the Castle. I watched his flight, unable to anticipate his moves. His behaviour seemed inexplicable. Where was he going to hide himself? But as if in reply to my thoughts, he reared up in the air with a stinging cri de cœur and fell on the northern Castle wall, smashing stone and crashing it to pieces.

Tor shouted at that Gwineddites that survived, “To the Castle! Save the Queen and the Prince!” and rushed up, spurring his horse… In a minute only his horse’s tail could be seen in the distance.

We burst into the central gallery, lit with the rising sun shafts, streaming freely through the broken wall. Llywelyn… There he lay, with his wide-opened eyes staring to the eternity and my iron bolt protruding from his left side, Tor kneeling near him…

My mind was deserted, no thoughts, no emotions. Dryly, Tor snapped, half-turning his head to us, standing at his back, “Take care of Queen Loreine and Prince Lerroy.”

One of the guards reported in an unconfident voice, “We have searched the whole Castle and have not discovered the least sign of the Queen and the Prince. They are missing, Sir!”

Tor whirled around, “What’s the rubbish you are ta… ” He cut himself halfway through his abuse, as something flashed in his eyes, “The Treasury! Check the Treasury!”

We did not need the tiny silver key, as the Treasury doors were swinging wide open, leading to the cave that was… absolutely deserted. The floor of dark smooth stone was pristine as if no speck of golden dust had ever touched it…

Everyone had gone long ago and I was still standing there, in the cave, pondering in the vicissitudes of fate, dignity and betrayal, triumph and defeat… When I was just about to leave, I caught the glimpse of some dot, glittering behind the door. I bent… it was a golden coin with a countenance of a slender red-coiled Dragon. Had Llywelyn taught his son to fly? I shut the door behind me.

The end

***

 My eyes were heavy, I was obsessed with an overwhelming urge to yawn in the same way as everyone else. We were watching fading fires where potatoes were being baked in their jackets under the coals, their tantalizing smell soaring in the air and enveloping us with their smoke. Throughout the story, I had that vague feeling of something familiar that I was overlooking, that I had forgotten a long time ago and could not recall…

“When it comes to Dragons, the stories start to seem tricky and complicated. But the truth usually lies on the surface, the only thing you need is just to grasp it,” pensively noted Urai. Then he rose, “Now it’s time I sent you to your homes…”

I got scared that Urai wouldn’t know that I was going to the hostel together with the guys and would send me to my auntie and that I would again spend the whole night on the train to London. I wanted to tell him about it but I felt suddenly dizzy and all thoughts slipped from my mind…

[authoressskr]

Secret Santa (Part Two)

Prompt: Secret Santa who keeps getting me random shit, like why would I want this blender AU (I Tweaked It A Bit)  ++  Pairing: Castiel x Reader  ++  Warnings: Language  ++  Word Count: 1,706

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Two days later, Missouri rounded everyone up for an early morning meeting to go over the last exchange at the Christmas party that night. You nudge your elbow against Cas’s arm as you take a spot on the wall next to him, watching his mouth stretch into a small smile.

“Been busy with all the returns and checkouts this week? I haven’t seen you in a couple days.”

“Yeah - Dear Lord,” you sigh softly, pushing a piece of hair away from your face. “Just dealing with the handful of parents who refused to pay for their kids’ books was a nightmare. One book was missing a giant swath of paper and had gum stuck to the back inside cover. Then dealing with trying to loan out the books for the next classes...by the way, I booked your class for the second day back from break.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting it that soon.” Your face falls a little.

“Oh. Well, I can switch it with someone else if that doesn’t work with you…”

“No. No! It’s fine. I just figured you would be busy after the break.” You’re kicking yourself at just assuming he would want to come that early, leaning against the wall as your good mood died. “I - I, uh, would love to come that day.”

“I’ll switch you with Mrs. Ferguson. Her time-block is on 15th. No big deal.” You force a smile as his fingers slip around your wrist.

“I’ll be coming the 9th, Y/N. And I’m sorry to have upset you.” Not realizing how much closer he was until you looked up into those big sapphire eyes. “You look lovely this morning.” You can feel the rumble of his voice from the hand you’d - apparently - placed on his chest, fighting the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Thank you, Castiel.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I simply wanted to let you relax and work before bringing in a horde of children just back from vacation.”

“Uh-huh.” His smile widens as his thumb begins rubbing along the inside of your wrist, making your mind stutter before kicking itself back into gear. “It’s okay. I tend to be more emotional than not.” You smile brightly up at Cas. “And I’m a terrible liar, so my emotions are pretty easy to read.”

“A soft heart is a gift.”

“IF WE AREN’T INTERRUPTING…” Artemis, the sixth-grade P.E teacher, calls loudly from the front. Both of you drop your gazes, a cute pink coloring Cas’s cheeks as you remove your hand from his chest, his fingers tightening on your wrist before letting it fall from his grasp.

“Well,” Missouri begins, shooting you and Cas a knowing smirk. “I’ll be keeping this short and sweet this morning...Today is a half-day, as you all know, and the Christmas party is tonight. We will be doing the last leg of the Secret Santa after cocktail hour, which is at 6 pm. Remember to control yourselves and hydrate. Alright, everyone have a good day and I’ll be seeing you tonight!”

As other people file past you and Castiel, openly winking or chuckling, he leans forward to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll see you tonight.” His deep voice is filled with promise and you watch without shame as he walks out of the Administration Building, his dark blue dress shirt and black dress pants fitting him to a tee.

“I hope he meant that in a sexual way. Whatever it was he said to you.”  Pamela mutters happily as she links her arm with yours.

“Really, Pamela?”

“Yes, really. Hit it. And hit it hard.”

“Jesus.” You mutter as you disentangle your arms, stopping in front of the library’s south side doors.

“Exactly. Make that boy see Jesus.”

“It frightens me sometimes that you used to teach children, Pam.”

“That’s why I moved to more of a supervisor role for the other teachers,” She leans in like she’s about to tell you a big secret. “Better for everyone. Plus, I get to scope out all the hot single dads.” You roll your eyes and enter the library after you watch Pamela sashay away. Your friends…

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“Whatd’ya get her for the last present?” Dean calls loudly over his shoulder as he plonks down onto Cas’s couch with a beer.

“Two scarves and a necklace.”

“Jewelry? Same rules as the lingerie, man.” Cas sighs heavily, fumbling with his tie as he enters the living room.

“Perhaps you are single because you have so many rules regarding gift giving.” Dean snorted at his best friend’s words. “I just wish this was easier.”

“It’s a tie - not a lifelong commitment.”

“Not the tie, Dean.” Dean sets the half-drunk beer on the coffee table, rising to help Cas with his tie.

“You like this girl?”

“Very much.”

“Then stop listening to me. At least partially.” He straightens the backward mess of a tie and claps him on the shoulder. “From what you’ve been telling me, she digs you. She likes your nerdy little ass, so I’m sure whatever you’ve gotten her - she’ll love. Just be yourself, just, ya know, not the intense you that you get when you’re nervous. Okay?”

“You’re right. This will all be fine. I am just overthinking this.” He heads back towards the bedroom for his suit jacket. “Women are difficult, Dean. I don’t see why you do this on a regular basis.”

“Takin’ ‘em home for a night is a whole lot different than dating.” Cas nods as he slips his wallet into his jacket pocket, along with his cell phone, plucking the box from the coffee table to drop off with Missouri.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, Cas. Let’s go nab your librarian. Oh - and remember to point out all the single ladies.”

“Yes, Dean.”

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Cas entered the Chinese restaurant, the silky red walls look extra festive with the green and gold garland swayed along them. As he and Dean pass the two medium gold dragons just past the entryway, Cas can hear his co-workers now, the clamor of conversations and laughter echoing lightly down the hall.

He stops short when he sees you shuffle nervously, taking a big sip from your drink before laughing at something Pamela said. His chest tightens as your eyes meet, an easy smile stretching across his face in response to the bright one lighting up on yours.

Drawn to you, he crosses the room with purpose - ignoring Dean as he lags behind.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Cas.”

“Hiya Castiel. Who’s your handsome friend?” Pamela flashes a promising smile to Dean, subtly playing with her long necklace as he gives her a heart-stopping grin in return.

“This is my best friend, Dean Winchester. He’s single, a mechanic and likes classic rock.”

“What a coincidence,” Y/N says with a bright smile. “My friend Pamela Barnes is single, into classic rock and wants to make you see Jesus. Have fun.” Cas’s eyebrows raise as Pamela laughs and loops her arm through Dean’s, leading him to the open bar. Upon seeing his semi-startled reaction, Y/N lays her free hand on his bicep with a laugh. “Pamela would’ve said something along those lines if she would have stayed, trust me. She has NO filter.”

“Yes, I am aware. She commented on my hair when I began working here. Sex hair, I believe she called it.”

“That’s what we all call it.” Y/N clarified with a bright grin, Missouri and Principal Donatello Redfield stepped up to the microphone, tapping a few times to get everyone’s attention.

“All?” Cas whispers by her ear, moving in closer as she just smiled and turned her attention to the little stage.

“All.” She confirms over her shoulder, Cas catching a corner of her smile before she turned back to face the stage.

“Welcome staff! With cocktail hour winding down, we want everyone to gear up to reveal their Secret Santa alter egos! We will then have a buffet dinner and a few raffle prizes. Alright, everyone, Happy Holidays and good luck!” Donatello hands the microphone to Missouri as applause rings out throughout the room.

“Alright, gird those loins, grab those last presents and give ‘em to your Secret Santa recipient!”

Cas swallowed hard before following Y/N to the table where all the presents had been set up, nerves fluttering in his stomach.

His box was smaller than most of the others, easily grabbed at the front of the pile. When he turned around, moving around the swarm of people trying to get to their presents. A few steps away, Cas scans the group for any sign of his librarian.

“Castiel.” He turns around, seeing a small red box grasped in her hands.

“I had hoped it was you,” Cas confesses, nervously returning her smile before holding out the dark blue sparkly box for her. She switches the red box for the blue, gently prying the lid from the box.

“Oh, Cas.” She murmurs as she takes the necklace from the top, before giggling at the two scarves tucked into the bottom of the box. “Favorite book quotes and my favorite animal!” Without thinking, she rose up and brushed her lips against his cheek. “Oh - uh, open your gift, Cas.” Cas nods, taking the lid from his box before smiling even wider.

“Wookie.” He says fondly, removing the Christmas Chewbacca Itty Bitty and giving him a wiggle. There are a scope and small booklet just under the Wookie, Cas removing them carefully.

“It’s a Stellarscope and star observer guide since I heard you speaking so passionately to your students abo-” Cas cuts her off as he crashes his lips eagerly against hers. She moves closer, their bodies touching as applause and whistles sound around the room, Pamela calling out “It’s about time!” a handful of feet away. “I’m glad it was you too, Cas.”

“I think I did pretty well,” Missouri said with pride to Pamela and Dean, nodding at the new couple. “Mama gonna get a wedding invitation before long.” She chuckled to herself as she wandered back to the small stage. “Dinner is ready to be served!” Cas’s fingers entwined with hers, leading her to a table - stupid, easy smiles lighting up their faces.

“So, about that blender...”

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[monsterpoppy]

Ahh no smut this time, but I wanted to write more, I think I want to pump out some drabbles to get my creative juices flowing for November.

Anyway this is about a girl who gets a few priceless gifts from a dragon! The part about the mother’s ring is actually based on my mom’s engagement ring. My dad designed it himself to make it look like a flower as a diamond and synthetic alexandrite as petals. It’s hands down the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen.

“What is that?” You asked aloud. There was a present sitting on your office desk and it wasn’t your birthday. Christmas was only a few weeks away, but you didn’t put your name in for your floor’s Secret Santa. It reminded you of one of those large Ferrero Roche candies you got on sale after Valentines Day. It had taken you a month to eat it all. The present was wrapped in pale pink, tied at the top with a sheer pink bow.

“Looks like a gift.” Donny said without looking up from his cubicle.

“Open it, open it!” Cassie said excitedly, leaning on her chair. You stifled a sigh, it was too early for this. You set your bag down on the floor and fingered the bow. Fuck it. You thought and pulled the ribbon apart. The wrapping was gathered to stay in the bow and once you removed it, the paper split, revealing the item inside.

“Is that a paperweight?” You mused. It looked almost comical. It was a large gem, a bright reddish purple cut into what looked like a giant cushion. You had to admit, it was pretty and you attempted to lift it up but was surprised at how heavy it was. You expected a paperweight to have some heft to it, but not this much.

“Aw what a disappointment.” Cassie grumbled, going back to work. You frowned and blushed. You weren’t enemies but you didn’t really get along with your coworkers. They were polite, asking you how your day was and drinking with you at office parties but that was it. You had been at the company for several years, and still it felt like you had just transferred. Sighing, you slipped the wrapping paper from under the fake gem and tossed it into the garbage, sliding the gift into your bag with a thunk and sat down to work.

You promptly forgot about it until you were ready to leave. You lugged the bag over your shoulder and headed home, grumbling. You were too embarrassed by your coworkers reaction to even wonder who would give you such a thing. It had to be someone in the office; you worked in a place that managed a very wealthy dragon’s money. No way could someone come in to just drop off a gift. The security didn’t even let significant others up to drop off their loved ones lunches, not to mention if anyone was stupid enough to steal from a dragon.

You decided it was a prank.

You decided to pull the gem out, to see if you could find anything on it. When you did, you nearly dropped it again. The gem was now a bright green, gleaming in the dwindling sun. You immediately thought to your mother’s engagement ring. In the center was a diamond and flanked were two oblong synthetic alexandrites. You remember always loving the way it would change colors and constantly steal it to put it in the sun before bringing it back inside.

Someone had given you a very convincing looking alexandrite giant gem. You had no idea if it was real or not, but you didn’t want to find out. If anyone saw you with this big of a gem, they’d either think you stole it, or got it illegally. You shoved it back inside your bag and hugged your coat tighter around you, stalking back to your apartment to sleep it off.

The paperweight had found a spot on your windowsill, next to your ivy. Even if it was fake, you still loved how the colors changed from day to night. Damn, whoever had gotten you this was good. Pretty soon, however, it became apart of the décor and you lost interest in finding out who gave it to you. No card and no further interaction or gifts, so you figured it was a one time deal.

That was until there was a small plain box on your desk waiting for you one morning. You had decided to come in early, this weekend was the company Christmas party, and you didn’t want to have to work overtime and have it cut into your prep time. The office was nearly empty, save for a few of the older early birds but you figured that they didn’t have anything to do with it. Before you changed your mind, you opened the box and found a thick cardstock folded neatly on top.

Curious, you lifted it up and underneath were a set of teardrop earrings and a simple pendant necklace. The gems were a dark blue and purple, rather than your large gem coloring. The chain and hooks were a beautiful rose gold. Gorgeous, you thought, turning your attention back to the card in your hands.

Y/N,

I apologize for the random gifts, but I believe you would have a deeper appreciation for them than the average person. Please accept this gift.

Not even a signature. You would have been positive that this gift was placed in the wrong cubicle if it wasn’t directly addressed to you. The set was the most expensive things you could ever dream of owning. But, you weren’t sure what to do. So you didn’t do anything. You gingerly placed the card back into the box and left it on your desk and began to work.

You weren’t sure why, but you slipped it quietly into your purse when more coworkers arrived. You had no idea what type of gemstone it was, but it was beautiful and you couldn’t help but want to try it on to see what it looked on you.

By the end of the day, you had finished all of your bookkeeping and whisked yourself back to your apartment to get ready. This year the party was held in a grand ballroom in the heart of the city. According to office gossip, the company was going all out this year and pulling no punches.

So you decided you weren’t going to either. Work was business attire, and you hated the boring colors you had to wear all the time. So you chose a flirty, light royal purple dress, even though it was more on the expensive side. You took your time getting ready, making sure your makeup was flawless and your hair silky smooth. You were in the midst of putting a plain set of pearls around your neck when you glanced at your bag next to your vanity. You bit your lip, glad your red matte lipstick had set and wouldn’t smudge. Almost unconsciously you walked over and pulled out the box, opening it and pulling out the simple yet elegant jewelry. You decided it was a perfect match for your outfit.

What a coincidence.

Feeling ready, you grabbed your small clutch and checked the bands of your heels one last time before heading out.

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The ballroom was beautiful. The music was noticeable but not obnoxiously loud and rather than corny Christmas songs the whole time it switched to more upbeat tunes. People were laughing and dancing, drinking and eating. It was a very nice atmosphere. But you were a bit overwhelmed. You had found your coworkers pretty easily and they had pulled you into their fold for dinner and easy chatting. It did take a toll on you and you found yourself sitting down at the bar, sipping on Champaign and allowing yourself to recharge.

“Tanzanite right?” You jumped, your head whipping around towards the voice that sounded very close. A dragon stared at you, smiling softly and pointed to your earrings. You recognized him as a business partner of the owner of the company. His scales gleamed gold in the light. “It’s not every day you see such a pure form of tanzanite on such a lovely lady.”

“O-oh, well I wasn’t really sure,” you found yourself admitting, giving him a nervous smile. “It was a gift.” He nodded and made himself comfortable on the barstool next to you. Despite their humanoid figure, dragons were still huge. He had to be at least 8 feet tall, and that wasn’t including the curled horns on his head. His large tail swished behind him, nearly touching the floor even though he was sitting.

“Well, whoever gave it to you must really love you.” You choked on your drink, sputtering. You coughed, trying to get your breath back and your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you croaked, sounding the opposite of your words, with a wave of your hand. After clearing your throat one last time, you spoke again. “It was actually from someone I...don’t know.” You found yourself playing with the pendant, looking down at the sparkling jewel. “I have no idea who gave it to me. It wasn’t the first gift. I received something a few weeks earlier and I thought it was a joke.”

“Why?” The dragon asked with a tilt of his head.

“Well, it’s like a giant gem...thing. I thought it was paperweight made to look like a gem. But since receiving this,” you gestured towards your jewelry, “I’m not so sure it’s fake.” You weren’t sure why you were telling him all this. Maybe you wanted to get everything out. You glanced up at him, and you found yourself a little more at ease at his calm and yet open expression. “To be frank it’s pretty flattering, but I can’t help but think it was meant for someone else. I mean, I guess I wanted to wear this at least once before I had to give it to the actual person it was meant for.” You said with a shaky laugh. He didn’t laugh with you.

“Do you know anything about those gems?” The dragon said after a while, a strange look in his red eyes. You gave him a curious look and shook your head. “Tanzanite is found in only one spot in the whole world and extremely difficult to find the quality you have. And Alexandrite, mined and polished into a large size, is incredibly rare. Most stones of it that you see nowadays are synthetically made in a lab.” He reached a claw out and brushed it against one of the earrings, ghosting along your skin. “Any dragon would be able to tell these are genuine, carefully crafted and pure.” He was looking straight at you as he said this, and you felt the heat return at his intense gaze.

“I-I had no idea.” You mumbled, looking down at your hands. Now you felt like a thief. You felt a slight prick and your chin was pulled up until your eyes locked back with the dragons.

“Whoever gave you these knew how much Tanzanite and Alexandrite are worth; there is no way they wouldn’t make sure it was given to the right person.” The words soothed you and you smiled. But then his words registered in your head.

“I...never said what type of gem my first gift was.” You said slowly, your eyes squinting at him. His red eyes widened and he pulled back sharply, stuttering. “It was you, wasn’t it.” It wasn’t a question; even if it was the sheepish smile he gave you confirmed it.

“Ah well...” The dragon actually looked bashful as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Did you like them at least?”

“Of course!” You said a little too quickly and he glanced back up at you. He smiled, showing you his sharp teeth. “But, I don’t think we’ve ever said more than a few words to each other.”

“Correct,” he asserted, turning his large body back towards you and resting an arm on the bar counter. He watched as his hand gently caressed yours, his claws scraping the skin ever so gently. “I had seen you before, and thought you were beautiful. But I guess what started it was when you were in the elevator helping that boy pick out an engagement ring for his girlfriend.”

You started. That was at least six months ago! You had stepped into the elevator one evening to head home after a long day at work and stood between a few men already inside. One was a frantic looking man who was flipping through a ring catalog, an expression of panic clouding over his features. You felt bad, so you had asked if he found any that he liked. The man almost jumped a foot in the air but once he regained himself he had shaken his head, looking frantic. To help, you just started pointing out rings that you thought were pretty and speaking about the rings your mother and some friends had.

“It was the description of your mother’s ring that caught my attention.” The dragon said, smiling. “I thought that someone who could speak so fondly of a treasure that wasn’t even their own was a treasure themselves. I apologize if it seems forward, I can see how this all can come off as.” You found yourself shrugging, giving him a shy smile.

“Well, introducing yourself would have helped.” You teased and the dragon felt a weight lifted off his heart. After that, conversation seemed to come easy. You and him spoke for hours, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The party came to an end all too quickly in your opinion and you found yourself being escorted by the large dragon back to your home.

He grumbled when you tried to unsuccessfully stifle your laughter at the sight of him struggling to get his big body out of the small cab. When he finally extradited himself, he glowered at you but that only made you fall into a fit of giggles.

“Would you like to come in for a bit? So you don’t have to get back in another tiny cab?” He smirked.

“I would love to.” He followed you quietly, ducking his head so his horns didn’t knock against the front door frame. Good thing your complex liked tall ceilings.

Inside you offered him tea and when you came out of the kitchen you noticed him standing by the window, looking down at the large gem.

“I thought it was the best place for it.” You said, sitting down on your couch and taking off your heels with a contented sigh. “I can see all of the colors that way.”

“Of course.” He sat down next to you and his weigh caused your body to tilt closer to him. The alcohol and the easy going atmosphere of the part wore off since you got back and you suddenly felt nervousness creep back. It was like you were back in high school with your first date. “I should do that with my gems.”

“Were these a part of your hoard or...?” You trailed off. What was the etiquette for talking about a dragon’s hoard? Was it private? You knew from your own boss that dragons took their hoard very seriously. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

“Of course.” He said again, as if it was the most obvious thing. “I chose my best ones, which took quite a while.”

“Why?” His head tilted at your question. “Why me, I mean? Why...give me these, from your own hoard no less?”

“Someone as lovely as you should always have treasures.”

“Do you want to add me to your hoard?” You joked, chuckling slightly to hide your nerves. No one had called you lovely before. Your kettle began to whine and you quickly rose to take it off the heat and into the mugs you set out. You jumped slightly when two massive arms wrapped themselves around you, claws slightly digging into the fabric of your dress.

“You’re worth more than all of the gems and gold in my hoard.” He said quietly, blowing warm air out of his nose and ruffling your hair. “It is terrible to think that they’re even on the same level as you.” He held you tightly, but it wasn’t stifling. You sighed, relaxing in his grip and leaning back into his chest. To be honest, you wouldn’t be offended if he had wanted to add you to his collection, if this was how he treated them.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You pat his clawed hand, rubbing your fingers against his golden scales. Heat seeped through your back into your bones, his body like a warm furnace and you hummed in content. You felt him move and press a warm, lingering kiss to your cheek.

“Am I being to forward?” He asked timidly, kissing your temple.

“No knight is going to come running out.” You both shared a quiet chuckle. You turned your head to return the kisses, this time gently placing your lips over his own. “I don’t think I would mind being your treasure.”