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this picture fucking Killed me btw

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── THE GLASS PRINCESS // SEVEN

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

Chapter Synopsis: You get your first taste of freedom from the constricting walls of the Earth Palace.

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Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.2k

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

A/N: hello everyone and welcome to part two of the glass princess!! in the next few chapters we will be learning more about princess y/n and how she met zuko/the fall of ba sing se :) thank you all for reading!! and yes i did make up an entire spirit for the #plot 😭🙏🏻 i promise she will have significance to the story later on though!!

Although it was uncharitable, you could not help yourself from thinking that the only reason Long Feng was allowing your brother to keep that ridiculous creature around was because of its apparent resemblance to Quynh. In a way, it could be considered to have been made in her image, and Kuei knew that as well as you did, which was why he was currently leaping about joyfully, shaking you by the shoulders as if he were a child instead of a man.

“I’ve found him!” Kuei shrieked at you for the thousandth time. “I’ve found Quynh’s son! She hasn’t abandoned us after all, Y/N! She sent her son to me!”

“That ghastly, muddy creature is no child of Quynh’s,” you said, wrinkling your nose at the tufts of fur all over the fine carpet. “And Quynh never abandoned us in the first place. I do not know why you think that that is the case.”

“No one has seen her in nearly a century, and it’s been even longer since anyone found Quynh’s Door. If ever she was real, she left the palace long ago,” Kuei said. “Maybe she was never a spirit in the first place — just one of Bosco’s ancestors.”

“That is blasphemy!” you rebuked him. “Quynh is no Agni — she is a concrete spirit, not an abstract deity. If anything, she is far more similar to Tui and La, from the Northern Water Tribe.”

“Who?” Kuei said.

“The ocean and moon spirits,” you said with a heavy sigh, once again finding yourself unimpressed by Kuei and his ignorance. “They live in the Northern Water Tribe and allow Waterbenders to bend.”

“Quynh doesn’t allow anyone to bend. She’s a different legend entirely. You should know that,” he said. You gritted your teeth.

“I wish you would pick up a book for once! It was an analogy, you fool,” you said.

“It matters not,” Kuei said after a second. “I don’t know why you’re so set on this fairytale, but the sooner you give up on it, the sooner you can find the wonder in the real world.”

“By the real world, do you mean my chambers?” you said. “Or yours? Because that is the extent of the world I know.”

“I mean the bear sitting before you at this very moment!” he said, ignoring your pointed response and gesturing towards his new pet with a flourish. “You are more taken with a made up story than an actual natural phenomenon. That’s a problem, dear sister.”

Bosco the bear grumbled at you in agreement, blinking his large, wet eyes at you. And perhaps you might’ve been impressed by his sturdy build and elegant snout, but all you could see when you gazed upon him was a cheap copy, a faded replica that could never hope to capture even half of the original’s glory.

“Well, dear brother, it can’t be helped. Your pet will never be Quynh,” you said.

“Always bringing down the mood, aren’t you?” he said, rolling his eyes at you. “I wasn’t saying he was Quynh, I was saying he resembled her greatly. Anyways, you know stories always inflate their characters; for all we know, Quynh really did once look like this.”

You wanted to argue with him, but of course it would not be productive. Like the element he ruled, your brother was set in his ways — the only qualities he had in equal measure to stubbornness were cowardice and naïveté, both of which he was perhaps better known for. It was true, though, that when he gained a sense of conviction for something, he’d stand by it with a fervor that he rarely displayed otherwise. It was one of the few attributes you could genuinely admire him for, even if it was inconvenient at times.

“As you say,” you said. “I see no purpose in further discussions on the matter. You do not believe in Quynh, and I do. Neither of us can change the other’s mind, so we ought to just move on.”

“Compliment Bosco first,” Kuei said. “On my authority as the Earth King, I demand it.”

“You demand a lot of things on that tenuous authority,” you muttered. Then, you smiled at the piteous looking bear. “You truly deserve to be my brother’s companion. I am certain you are possessed with the same commanding spirit that he is so fortunate to claim.”

Kuei beamed at you. “Thank you. You can return to your room.”

You snickered at him. “It is appreciated.”

Only when you were halfway down the hallway did he shout in protest, realizing your thinly veiled insult. You sped up your pace, running towards your room before he could come and question you or make another demand — you did not put it past him to insist that you compliment his bear properly.

It was one of those ways you had to get back at him. You were ever searching for more, trying your best to needle the brother who was, whether directly or indirectly, the cause of your imprisonment.

Your chambers. His chambers. The hallway in between. These were the confines of your world, according to Kuei and Long Feng, who was his most trusted advisor. It would be dangerous, after all, for a girl with no bending and royal blood flowing through her veins to be wandering the streets without protection, even in a city as safe as Ba Sing Se. So although you had begged to at least see the kingdom which was your own, you had been promptly refused every time, the locks changed periodically and the guards rotated hourly to ensure they stayed alert to your movements.

Escape was impossible, but even in such a life, you could find solace: in your dressing room, a door would sometimes appear, a door which led to the heart of the palace — not the throne room, but the true heart upon which the entire structure was constructed. Quynh’s Den, the entrance to which was constantly shifting between the spirit world and the mortal one, was the only place you had for yourself, though of course you shared it with its other inhabitant: the great mother bear spirit Quynh.

It was there today. Ensuring that the entrance to your own chambers was sufficiently blocked, you did not even hesitate to pull the door open, ducking into the stone passageway behind it eagerly. The only light came from the glowing crystals overhead, but you knew the way so well that you could’ve tread it even with your eyes closed, so the dimness did not trouble you any.

It did not make sense for such a long, winding hall made entirely of stone to be behind your dressing room, but that was because the hallway was not truly there. The door was only a gateway to the realm in which Quynh’s Den resided, but that realm was somewhere else, in some intangible other dimension that did not quite obey the same rules as yours.

Time, too, felt strange in this place. You did not know for how long you walked; you never did. You could only keep going until the narrow passage opened into a large cavern, the walls of which were studded with the same glowing green crystals that the entire hall had been encrusted with. The majority of the space was taken up by a massive black form curled up on a bed of ghostly white moss, her head resting on paws that were several times your own size. You knew from past experience that if you were to stand right beside her when she was in such a position, you would barely even be able to peek over her nose.

“Quynh,” you said. Twin jewels blinked open — her enormous eyes were the same luminous shade as the crystals surrounding her, and they, too, shone with a mysterious, intrinsic power.

“Y/N,” she said, the cavern rumbling with the depth of her voice. “I was wondering when you would come again.”

“I come whenever you allow me to,” you said, moving so that you could sit in front of her. She huffed, tilting her head so that you could clamber onto her paw and lean against the plush fur of her cheek, which would be several times warmer than the cold stone floor.

“It’s not under my control,” she said. “You know my limitations.”

“Yes, of course I do,” you said. “That’s how it’s always been. I was just reminding you, so that you are not angry.”

“I do not blame you,” she said. “For not visiting. I know that you cannot unless the circumstances align. Rather, it is that I am bereaved when you are gone. It has been many years since I could say this with certainty, but the truth is that I miss your company.”

“And I, yours,” you said. “Though you should not feel too complimented by that. It is you or Kuei, and I am, as ever, irritated by him at the moment.”

“You should not quarrel with him,” Quynh chided you. “He is the only family you have. It does you no good to fight with him so frequently. You will be sad if something happens and those are the only memories you have of him.”

“I wish that you were not inclined to defend him!” you said.

“Whether you like it or not, he is of the same line as you. I love him as well, for that fact. I am bound to,” she said. You pouted.

“You ought to love me more. He doesn’t even think you are real,” you said. “I’m the only one who’s believed in you in decades.”

“A mother cannot declare favorites,” Quynh said diplomatically. “And so, neither can I. You ought to know this by now.”

“He’s found a bear,” you muttered obstinately. “It’s a disgusting creature. Rolls in mud whenever given the opportunity and barely knows to shut its jowls when it’s eating.”

“A bear?” Quynh said, one of her ears flicking with interest. “I did not know of any which existed.”

“I suppose there is this one,” you said. “He is a true bear; I have ascertained as much. He does resemble you, though it is in the way that quartz resembles diamond.”

Bear was not quite enough to encapsulate what Quynh was. Certainly, her form was as such, but she was in a sense phantasmic, and so ascribing a physical species to her was disingenuous. That was why you found it so grating that Kuei was frolicking about and proclaiming that he had found her equal — she had no equal. Quynh stood alone.

“It is unfair,” she said, “for you to hold that against him. If you were possessed with an uneducated eye, you, too, would mistake the quartz for the diamond. He cannot be blamed.”

“I would know,” you said. “Even if I were blind, I would know. The diamond possesses something which the quartz never can.”

“And what might that be?” Quynh said.

“I don’t know,” you said. “But there is some such quality.”

“Perhaps,” she said. “Or perhaps you are upset about something entirely different and are taking out your frustration on an animal that cannot help its ancestry and a brother who is known to be a fool.”

“On that much, we can agree,” you said with a self-satisfied smile. “Kuei is a fool.”

“Y/N,” Quynh warned you. You hung your head in defeat.

“I asked Long Feng if I could leave again,” you said. “I thought he was in a generous mood, considering he raised no complaint about Bosco being moved to the royal chambers, but he refused! I told him I would not stray from my guards’ side, that I only wished to go for a matter of minutes, but still he said no.”

“Did he give his reasons?” Quynh said.

“The same as ever,” you said. “Until Kuei marries and has children, I am next in line for the throne. As the heir, I must be kept with the utmost of caution, and the only place I can be safe for certain is the palace.”

“He’s not entirely wrong,” she said. “The world is dangerous. More than you might think.”

“I don’t think anything,” you said, though you immediately felt poorly for snapping at her. “I cannot even form an opinion on the city I might one day rule. What sort of a princess does not even know her subjects? To say nothing of my brother the king, who himself has not left the palace walls in years and is entirely comfortable with that! I cannot understand it. I cannot understand why he has no desire to know his people, the very people who love him so dearly as to accept him as their ruler.”

“Not everyone is like you,” Quynh said, nudging you as gently as she could. “And your brother’s past shaped who he is now. You cannot blame him for desiring safety when he was there when it all happened.”

She spoke of your father. You had never met the man, for he had died days before you had been born, so you felt no grief at the reminder, but you knew it was not the same for Kuei. After all, your father’s death was the only reason your brother had taken the throne in the first place; a throne which, at his young age, he had been ill-suited for.

Due to Kuei’s fondness for animals, which he had had since he was very young, your father had taken him to the zoo for his birthday. There, a wayward assassin of the Earthbending variety had sent spikes of stone into your father’s heart, killing him before the guards could even react. It was all they could do to save Kuei and run — the assassin, as far as you knew, still walked free today, for they had been too concerned with your brother’s protection to chase after the killer.

The zoo was shut down. The child Kuei was crowned king, though your mother was deemed his regent. Days later, she fell gravely ill. Giving birth to you was the last thing she did — she never left the childbearing bed, using the final remains of her strength to push you out and hold you tightly against her chest until she stopped breathing entirely.

One child there for your father’s last moments. The other, for your mother’s. Quynh was not exaggerating in saying that Kuei was the only family you had left, but your lives had been so dissimilar as to be entire opposites. He had his ministers and advisors to replace the gap your father had left in his life. You had Quynh to serve as your mother, in whatever way she could.

“The guards will be vigilant,” you said. “And anyways, even if I am Kuei’s heir, I doubt that anyone would have cause to assassinate me. I am not important enough to the kingdom. If I were killed, Kuei would simply marry earlier, and have more children, so it would be a net loss for any assailants.”

“You know that I am not opposed to it,” Quynh said. “It is your brother and his advisors who forbid you; I am only reminding you to respect their wishes, for they, in some manner, have your best interests at heart.”

“But I am dying of it,” you said. “Every day I languish in the palace, I can feel my spirit being crushed by the ever-encroaching walls. My only respite is visiting you, Quynh, but even that is not enough. I am still captive.”

Quynh sighed. It was a great sound, whistling and low, teeming with disappointment and worry and affection, all in equal measure. You rubbed your hand against her fur, waiting for her response, though you doubted it would be any different than every other time you had asked.

“You want me to open a door to the kingdom,” she said.

“Yes,” you said. “If I go alone, in the garb of a commoner, then I should escape notice entirely.”

“Alright,” she said. You opened your mouth to argue before closing it.

“Alright?” you repeated. “You’re saying yes? What about the usual rebuttals? It’s too much of a risk, Y/N, you won’t even be able to find Quynh’s Door.”

“It’s true,” she said. “You won’t have that guarantee, but of course, I can manually open doors back to the palace. The danger in this is that you will have to wait until I can open a door to allow your return, even if you want it earlier. As you well know, time is different here. I could open a door for you mere seconds after you’ve left, but that still might mean you must spend hours in the city.”

“I do not mind,” you said. “I will make good use of that time. But what has changed your mind? Why have you never offered before?”

“Something has come to the city,” she said. “I can feel it. There is a presence, or perhaps multiple presences, that can change the course of Ba Sing Se’s destiny — and, more importantly, of your family’s destiny. I am not sure, but I feel as if it is imperative that you leave, or else I will be depriving you of that destiny. And that unto itself is a fate, but not the one which you are meant to find.”

“Who are they?” you said. “These presences. How will I know that I’ve met them?”

“You won’t,” she said. “There is no way for any of us to know. Even they, themselves, may not yet be aware of it. It is just like that. You needn’t endeavor to find them; if you are meant to, you will.”

“I see,” you said, and then you leapt off of her paw, beaming up at her. “Then the only thing I will

“I hope you do,” Quynh said. “Furthermore, I hope you do not regret your decision.”

“I won’t,” you said firmly. “Thank you, Quynh.”

“It is my duty,” she said. “I am obligated to. To be sure, it is difficult, for there is always some difficulty when a mother must let her child go, but it is necessary. It is a story older than even I.”

“And this story is just as old,” you said. “That even when you let me go, I will return to you. Of my own volition, I shall return.”

“So you shall,” she said. “Go, then, Y/N. And return with as much haste as you leave, so that I may not miss you for too long.”

A new hallway formed in the walls of the cave, and without a backward glance, you walked towards it. Striding down the passage, you kept your eyes forward, knowing that if you turned around, you would see the stone closing behind you. You could not go back; it was not the nature of Quynh’s power. There was only one way to go, now that the decision had been made: forward.

All of the passages made by Quynh were the same length — barring the one behind the famed Quynh’s Door, naturally — so it was a trick of your mind that made the trek to Ba Sing Se seem longer than when you returned to your room from her den. Still, eventually, you came to another door, and your entire body shuddered in anticipation as you placed your hand on the knob, because this was the moment that you waited your entire life for.

Unable to delay for a second more, you swung the door open, taking your first step into the city of Ba Sing Se, your silk-slippered foot toeing delicately onto the cobblestones. Shutting the door behind you, you glanced over your shoulder to ascertain that it had disappeared. As you had expected, the wall was smooth and bare, giving no indication that there had ever been an exit in the first place.

There were people everywhere. You had never witnessed such a large crowd before; people milled about by the fading light of the setting sun, jostling one another as they rushed to and fro. At the fringes of the throng, two men with long torches went about lighting the street lamps, though they took their own time doing so, talking and laughing with whichever passersby that they recognized.

Another person might find the chaos to be ugly, hideous in its disorder, but you found a kind of mystical appeal to the hustle of the street. These were people who were living their lives as they were meant to, with no awareness of the simple freedoms and small joys they possessed. They gave no care to the idea that their daily lives were so remarkable to you, that their going-ons were the most wonderful thing you had ever seen.

You were too afraid to step into the sea of people, so you stayed along the sides of the road, admiring them, watching them, wanting more than anything to be one of them. But of course you were not. You would never be.

The door had spit you out near a small tea shop. It was not run down, exactly, but it was lived in, homey, the wood polished and the chairs worn. You opened the door to the establishment, but found it to be devoid of any patrons. There was only an old man behind the counter, sorting the change with toughened hands, though he looked up when he heard the bell chime announce your entrance.

“Hello, miss,” he said. “I’m afraid we are about to close for the night.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem,” you said. “I wasn’t wanting tea, anyways. I was just admiring your shop.”

“Why, thank you,” he said, grinning at you. “Though it’s not my shop, so I can’t claim to have any hand in the decor.”

“It smells so lovely,” you said. “It reminds me of a very beautiful thing, though I can’t name which.”

“Flowers?” he guessed. “Maybe a garden full of jasmine blossoms, their petals facing the moon, with a few drops of rain scattered about on their surfaces?”

“Actually, yes,” you said, amazed at his accuracy. “How did you know? That was exactly correct.”

“It’s the new blend of jasmine tea we’re brewing for tomorrow. My nephew picks the flowers himself, so that we can be sure of the condition of the jasmine before we make the tea. It’s the best way to allow the flavors to come through!” the man said.

“Wow,” you said. “I never knew there was so much thought put behind tea. I just drink it.”

“Most people don’t care enough,” the man said with a nod. “That’s what sets our tea apart. It’s only when you pay attention to the most minute details that you can ensure your final product is as close to perfection as can be found in a teacup. It’s a grave sin to think that tea begins and ends with the boiling of water; in truth, it starts when you plant seeds in the soil.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” you said. “Though I hadn’t it until now. Thank you for telling me. I shall pay more attention the next time I have tea; perhaps then I, too, will be able to understand its origins from a mere sip.”

“It takes practice,” the man said. “But no harm ever befell the man who paid attention. Or woman, in this case.”

“Of course,” you said. “But I should leave you to close. I apologize for bothering you in the first place.”

“Don’t apologize,” the man said, waving you off. “It’s always a delight to have a conversation with a willing partner.”

“The delight was mine,” you said.

“Do come again!” the man said. “Perhaps earlier in the day, though. I can serve you tea — or, better, I can make my nephew do it. I think he’s about your age, and he is wanting for friends. But don’t tell him I said that! He’s not aware of it quite yet.”

Your eyes widened at the thought. You had never met someone your own age, nor had you ever had a friend — Quynh and Kuei were your family, for better or for worse, and the servants never dared speak to you beyond the barest of formalities. So, in a way, you were alsowanting for a friend, but you could not tell the man this. Instead, you smiled slightly at him, bowing your head in gratitude.

“I should like that,” you said. “If ever I am nearby again, I will surely come.”

As the night stretched on, the streets began to empty — or was it that you were wandering further and further away from the main crossroads? Regardless, there was certainly a shift in the air, and it was only when you entered a deserted neighborhood that you realized there had been footsteps following you for quite some time now.

Turning around, you saw no one. The streets were devoid of life. The footsteps had stopped, but you could not help the nagging feeling that something was wrong.

Where was the door? It had been long enough — you should’ve been able to find it by now. You should’ve been able to go home by now. But there was no door. You were alone, and you suddenly understood why you had been forbidden from leaving the palace.

“Who goes there?” you said. “I — I am armed, so show yourself, but proceed with caution!”

“Armed?” a voice said. “Don’t fool yourself, your royal highness. Everyone knows you aren’t armed.”

“Your royal — how do you know who I am?” you called out. “Coward! You dare to hide in the shadows and hurl such insults at me?”

Your response was an enormous boulder shooting towards you. You squealed and dropped to the ground, covering your head with your hands as the boulder smashed into the wall behind you, bits of rubble raining down. There was a stinging pain on your knee, and you frowned as you realized that you had scraped it when you had initially dodged.

“What are you doing?” you said. “You will kill me! Stop it! You craven hound, I command you to stop what you are doing and face me like a man! If you cease your actions and explain yourself at once, I shan’t have you put to death. I will even pardon you of your every crime!”

Again, no response, and your heart dropped as you realized that might be his goal. What other reason would the man, who apparently knew your identity, have for attacking you? It was unfathomable, but you were reminded that it had not been so long since your father had been assassinated. Whatever sentiments had driven that attack…what if you had been wrong? What if you were, for whatever reason, the target for the next assassination?

It reminded you of a story, one you had read on the tenth anniversary of your father’s death. You thought it might comfort you, or more specifically your brother, to read the tale of another king who had been assassinated but whose reign had continued on regardless; in truth, though, only one quote had stuck with you, and this quote was neither comforting nor kind.

Sometimes, these things just happen, it had said. Kings are murdered. There isn’t always an explanation. Sometimes, the only reason is the action itself. Sometimes, people just kill for the spectacle of killing.

Maybe that was the case. Maybe you were just going to be killed for the spectacle. The show. The king’s beloved sister, murdered in his own city, the safest city in the entire world.

Right when the second boulder was about to hit you, there was a metallic sound, and then something sliced through the boulder, cutting it in half before it could reach you. When you looked up, there was a man in black standing in front of you, twin blades held in each hand, his posture confident but wary.

“Who are you?” you said. The man did not respond, scanning the area. He must’ve determined it to be safe, as abruptly, he relaxed his stance, sheathing the swords and then shifting to face you.

You could not stop yourself from yelping. Instead of a face, there was a blue mask regarding you, frozen in a grotesque grin, though when you got over your initial surprise, you realized you recognized the guise.

“The Blue Spirit?” you said. He nodded. “I’ve read the play, but I didn’t realize that you were — that you were a real being!”

The Blue Spirit was motionless in the wake of your words. Or, no, that was not correct. It was not that he was motionless, but that every part of his body was constantly shifting and changing, on high alert, so that the sum total was a man that was both ever at rest yet ever moving.

You pulled yourself to your feet, careful not to hurt yourself on the scattered stones surrounding you both, and just then, right behind you, a door appeared. You laughed ruefully at the ironic timing.

“What were you doing here, anyways?” you said. He mimed opening his hand; you did so, your palm facing the sky, though you had no idea what he planned to do with it. But he had saved you, so you thought that there was no harm in trusting him for a moment longer.

He did not do anything as dramatic as grabbing it or carving his name into it. He just dropped something into it, something soft and light and white.

Jasmine flowers. The delicate cups of the blooms were opened, seeking out the moon, and twinkling in the starlight against the silky fibers of the petals were a few drops of water — holdovers, you assumed, from the day’s rainfall.

You closed your fingers over the flowers, careful not to crush them in your fist. You did not know what they meant — an offering? A price? Something else entirely? Regardless, you knew that they were important, and you vowed to reread the story of the Blue Spirit once you returned home, so that you could understand their significance.

“Thank you,” you said. “For the flowers, and also for rescuing me. If we should ever meet again, then I will thank you in a better way, but for now, I have to go. The longer I linger here, the more danger the two of us are put in.”

Opening the door, you took a step in, but before you closed it, you looked over your shoulder, back at where the Blue Spirit had stood. That strange person…you owed him your life. The least you could do was look back at him, afford him a final glance before you sealed yourself away entirely.

When you turned, though, he was already gone. The only proof that he had ever been there in the first place was the flowers in your hand, the pluming dust in the air, and the heart which steadily beat in your chest — that beat which meant you were still alive, at least for now.

You did not stand there and mourn his absence. Allowing the door to swing shut and the passageway to close behind you, you began to walk home.

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[rosenallies]

Any jasyasco hcs? Anything ya feel

Sometimes hcs come so easy to me, especially at the beginning of an au but I like dk what to say I hope these are ok ssbsbsb

- Jasmine rlly is a ditzy lil angel. Bimbo if there ever was one. Always has her titties out and twirls her hair when she flirts with Bosco and daya and genuinely doesn’t get the vibes that daya doesn’t like her very much, she just assumes everyone wants to fuck her. Which is kinda true but at first daya mostly only wants to fuck her to get her to stfu for a minute or two 😭

- Bosco thinks Jasmine being clueless is hilarious and also a bit adorable, they rlly like her from the beginning in like a Aww ur so dumb(affectionate) but it’s adorable <3 she loves making kissy faces at daya when Jasmine’s not looking and they were bickering the second before. Daya’s face just goes all red bc Bosco gets it too much

- despite her initial annoyance, daya secretly finds Jas incredibly endearing. Once she sneaks a cat back to their dorm and daya gets back to find Jasmine asleep with the thing on her chest and while she’s like why in the actual fuck is there a cat in our dorm, she also secretly is like <3 look how cute the cat and Jasmine look rn <3

-Bosco’s always over their dorm, for one or the other but she’s always there. Sometimes they’re helping Jas with her homework, and by helping I mean Bosco does it all while Jasmine does her nails or something, or sometimes they’re listening to daya bitch about her day<3 she’s just always there. All three of them are honestly inseparable despite their weird ass dynamics

[moonshotsx]

Hun, I would love to hear about how Jasmine finds out about Bosco being a bassist in Daya’s band. Tbh I fully imagine bosco being in a band being a major turn on for Jasmine 😈

not at me finally posting this almost a month late 😭

this is set like in the "we don't still like each other but we can cut the sexual tension with a butter knife" era

also, the song lyrics mentioned as part of the band's repertoire are those of scandal by twice (chose it because it's a bop and because the bass line is a vibe), y'all should check it out to get an idea of what it sounds like!

also, also, dedicating this to @myhusbandharryhamilton for being such an awesome and supportive legend 😌💞

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Jasmine didn't even know why she had accepted to go out to the club. She had somehow let herself be influenced by Kerri into going to watch the gig.

The blonde had been somewhat surprised to learn that Bosco was part of a band with Willow and Daya. In hindsight, she could have probably easily guessed it, given the aesthetic of the trio.

The small venue was packed as Jasmine and Kerri made their way inside. It took them a moment to reach the side of the raised stage.

"Are they that popular?" Jasmine commented, she didn't expect to see that many people waiting for the show to begin.

"From what Willow told me, they got quite the traction when another band gave them a shoutout," the taller woman explained while checking her phone, "Oh, they are about to start!"

Jasmine looked to the stage as the crowd started to chant the band's name.

"Who even calls a band 'The Dragonfies'?" She muttered to herself, she had no doubt it had been Daya's idea - she didn't expect much from the tall pink-haired singer.

She watched as said singer walked up first onto the stage, her wild-colored hair styled in a messy updo. Her dark eye makeup made her light eyes pop up even more under the heavy lights.

Willow and Bosco walked in right after her before taking their respective spots at the mixer and the bass.

The shortest of the trio took no time to notice her and Kerri, giving a nudge to the fellow bandmate while Daya talked up the crowd.

Jasmine hated how her heart skipped a beat when Bosco's eyes met hers.

The brunette had their hair up in a similar fashion to Daya, the two freshly bleached front strands of hair framed their face perfectly. Their icy blue eyes almost shined in contrast to the purple-y smokey eye look they had gone for.

The half-opened pirate shirt they were wearing left nothing to the imagination as Jasmine could easily spot the dark bralette underneath. The lower half of the shirt was covered by a corseted belt that matched the undergarments; to complete the look, a pair of tight leather pants and black heeled boots.

Their red-painted lips formed into a smirk.

Jasmine inhaled deeply, trying to not show the effect Bosco was having on her.

"Are we ready to make some noise, bitches?"

Daya's voice boomed around the club, followed by an even more enthusiastic response from the crowd.

"I think someone's excited," Bosco went up to their mic, chatting up as they got their bass ready. Jasmine tried to not notice the influx of high-pitched female screams when the brunette spoke up, "Whatcha think, Dee?"

"I think we are ready to cause a little... Scandal?"

The fans screamed even louder when Willow started the beat while Bosco's skilled fingers laid on the bass strings.

Baby, we're a scandal Way too hot to handle (Uh!)

The way she whispered the lyrics against the mic was enough to send a shiver down Jasmine's back.

Her eyes were fixed on the brunette as Daya took the first verse.

On a dark night The moon is exceptionally bright, yeah My heart was empty This night gets filled with eye contact between us, yeah

As much as Jasmine disliked the pink-haired punk, she couldn't deny she had a surprisingly good voice. Willow was next and Kerri cheered loudly for the short blonde.

I need somebody Yes, you, I'm ready You got me, those eyes Oh, I

Bosco turned their head toward Jasmine's direction, their eyes meeting as the brunette sang the second part of the pre-chorus.

You close your eyes too Oh, I'm feeling so high It's a little bit dangerous tonight Just the way I like (Uh!)

The blonde felt as if Bosco was singing the lyrics to her, especially when they finished the verse with a wink.

The rest of the band's set went by in a blink, all Jasmine could focus on was the way Bosco's fingers effortlessly moved across the bass. Their stage presence - the sheer confidence and sexiness of their moves seemed unmatched in Jasmine's eyes.

There was something about it that made Bosco's performance almost hypnotic. The blonde soon realized she wasn't the only one to feel some sort of way towards the bassist.

As soon as the set was over, all sorts of tips, flowers, small gifts, and bras were thrown on stage, mostly directed to Bosco - Daya and Willow did receive a good amount themselves.

Bosco chuckled as they took one of the deep red roses off the stage's floor, the fangirl's screams filling the room. The brunette met Jasmine's eyes again before walking up to her.

She could feel all eyes were on her as she watched Bosco crouch at the edge of the stage right in front of her.

Her eyes widened when they extended their arm, eyes fixed on hers as they were offering the rose to her.

She didn't miss the collect gasp from the fans nearest to her as she went in to grab the flower.

"You guys were wild tonight!" Daya's voice pulled Jasmine out of her trance, "We were The Dragonflies! Thank you for having us!"

Bosco didn't say a word as they made their way backstage, leaving Jasmine stunned as she stared at the red rose in her hands.

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If you’re in the mood, could you write more of your previous Jasco? Like what happens between them once Jasmine is high? I can imagine she’d be a bit of a lightweight compared to Bosco.

Poor baby would definitely be a lightweight 😭😭 keep the jasco requests coming yall I love writing these idiots.

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“Christ, please remind me to never let you get high anywhere that isn’t where you’re sleeping again.” Bosco grumbles next to Jasmine as they made their trek back to their dorm from Willow’s apartment.

“Why? Is it because I fell asleep on the couch for a minute? I didn’t mean to but Kerri was already asleep and you and Willow were talking about really boring stuff. If you think about it, it’s all your fault really.” Jasmine giggles, leaning heavily into Bosco’s side as they descend a hill. She was grateful for the arm slung around her waist, she had forgotten how dizzying it was to be high and try to walk places.

Jasmine felt on top of the world, the combination of making friends and the joint she’d shared with Bosco left her feeling unstoppable. She silently thanked herself for deciding to go out (not that Bosco gave her much of a choice). True to Bosco’s word, Jasmine and Kerri hit it off. They immediately bonded over their love for fashion and terrible reality TV. Even when Kerri teased her for how much she talked it was light hearted and put Jasmine more at ease. Usually it would only make her nervous and talk more. Kerri’s girlfriend Willow was great too, quiet but insanely funny despite the fact that Jasmine didn’t understand half of the jokes she made.

“Is that so? I was thinking more along the lines that it turns you into Bambi and it makes you giggle more than usual. Which, by the way, I didn’t think was possible. C’mon Jasmine, use your feet please!” Bosco huffs after the third time she stomps on their toes as they wait for the light at the crosswalk to change.

“I’m using them!” She protests, trying to push Bosco playfully but all she ends up doing is making them both stumble again.

“Jasmine!” Bosco groans, a grin cracking across their lips despite the annoyed tone, unable to truly be mad at her. Jasmine looked unfairly adorable with her hair tied back in a ponytail and her bright eyes hidden behind slightly skewed glasses.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaks, tucking her head down and furrowing her brow in concentration as they cross the street and up to their building.

They make it to their door without any more mishaps and Jasmine makes a beeline for Bosco’s bed when the door opens. Aveyah is still curled up on their pillow though she cracks an eye open when Jasmine plops down next to her. Bosco leaves them to take a quick shower, eager to get the stench of smoke off of them.

They’re not sure what they were expecting when they left the bathroom, but the sight of Jasmine curled up on their bed isn’t it. She’s snoozing peacefully, glasses only half on her face by now and strands of blonde hair are starting to escape her ponytail. Bosco sighs, happy that she at least kicked her shoes off before claiming their bed. They grab the blanket from the end of it and unfold it, draping it across her body carefully. In what Bosco would only describe as a moment of weakness, they lean down and pluck her glasses off, brushing the strands of soft hair away from her face. They straighten up and leave her glasses on the table by the bed, already mentally preparing to sleep in Jasmine’s bed amidst all of her pillows and her stuffed bear.

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lmao daya deadass crawling towards the door to stop bosco from going to the kitchen 😭

She fully rolls off the couch and onto the floor and Bosco’s just looking at her like now why the fuck would you go and do something like that??

And Daya’s like…I need to go to the kitchen. And she falls off and starts crawling over there and Bosco’s scanning the DayQuil label to make sure it’s not expired because this is some weird ass shit.

But then Jasmine comes out with some soup and Daya forgets her pursuit of the kitchen and let’s Bosco help her back onto the couch, still looking suspicious

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tbh i don’t understand why fans keep saying willow is slaying so hard… her entrance look was funny and cute sure but people act like it was a literal godsend, and she hasn’t been standing out much

i kinda feel this, kinda disagree.

i loved her entrance, was so cute and funny and ironic! and very current

and i think she’s been killing this season, definitely been getting the winner edit, but no more killing it than angeria, camden and bosco, they’re all EQUAL. i also don’t get why people say willow is “so smart” for doing the most boring tactical thing like.. not that original 😭

but overall i love her and she’s amazing and probably gonna win this season and i’m okay with that

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How does the day at Bosco’s little hut looks like when it’s raining cats and dogs outside? Do they stay in and snuggle? Are the fairies inside too or do they enjoy the rain? Does bosco collect rainwater for potions and is Jas allowed to help?

Ohh yes, Jasmine’s definitely a dance in the rain kind of girlie, she def drags Bosco outside even tho they’re not that kind of girlie😭 jasmines very ‘Idk why but with you’d I’d dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless<3’ meanwhile Bosco puts out her rainwater collecting things and wants to stay inside and watch out the window. They def do both bc after jazzy drags her outside, they do retreat back in after a while and Bosco has to usher Jas into a warm bath so she doesn’t get sick bc Jasmine’s a big baby when she’s sick 🙄after the bath the snuggles are much needed 🥰 as for the fairies, Angeria is a water fairy so she likes the rain and likes to sit by her river and watch the raindrops fall into the water. The other two cannot be dragged out of their little hut whatsoever. I feel like Willow rlly hates being cold and Camden would rather stay warm and dry too, it’s bad enough that she usually has to be the one to go and her Angie from her little perch by the river so SHE doesn’t get sick 😭 they both come back soaked so Willow gets them towels and fresh clothes to wear so they can snuggle 😭 when the storm is over everyone emerges from their houses, Willow is trying to find the rainbow, Camden is checking on the animals in the forest, Angie’s enjoying how the rain replenished her river, and Jasmine and Bosco are collecting the rainwater samples together 🥰

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“There was a spider in my room and yes, you rescued it by putting it outside, but I still won’t sleep in this room tonight!” From the roommate prompts is jasco neighbours me thinks. Bosco would 100% make fun of Jazzy for being scared, but would help nevertheless. Jazzy asks them to stay just in case the spider comes back?

you just know bosco would clown the hell out of jas for it 😭

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"So you frantically called me to come home early from my shift at work for this? A teeny tiny spider?"

Bosco couldn't contain their laugh as Jasmine hid behind them, holding on to their jacket for dear life.

"Tiny?!" she squealed, "That thing is massive!"

"I have a feeling those shitheads you dated before me gave you a skewed idea of what massive really is"

Jasmine hit their arm at the joke but didn't care to correct them on the 'dating' part, "Just kill it already!"

"Why should I? Spidey over there could have a family, that wouldn't be very polite to splat them all over the wall"

"Does it look like I care about that?"

Bosco fake-gasped, bringing a hand to their chest, "What a bad girl you are, Miss Kennedie, I'm so proud of you for following in my footsteps"

That earned them another slap on the arm from Jasmine, who had resorted to whining as she watched the spider move an inch.

"Alright, alright, I got it," they finally approached the small creature - it couldn't have been bigger than half an inch.

They calmly took the glass Jasmine had procured them along with a piece of paper. With one sweep motion, they had trapped the little spider. Before going for the window to free it, they turned once again to Jasmine, wiggling the glass, "Sure you don't want to kiss it goodbye?"

The look on Jasmine's face was less than pleased at the suggestion.

"Just kidding, baby," they shook their head with a smile before finally freeing the spider outside, closing the window behind them, "Better?"

Jasmine didn't reply, preferring to run into their arms, taking Bosco by surprise.

"Thank you"

It took a moment for Bosco to reply, a sincere smile appearing on their face.

"I got you"

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Inspired by your post about Bosco���s introduction video in cameo, I went and watched some others. The one where they introduce their plants… made me think in the jasco fic Jasmine overhears Bosco talking to someone and using all these female names and telling how they’re “taking care” of said girls. And Jazzy being mad and confused and sad (aka jealous) because why is her neighbour seeing so many girls ???

omg please imagine that lmao

bosco casually name dropping the plants over the phone by saying something like "jennie's been such a good girl for me, you know? but i might send you some pics of ashley later, she is looking so fine lately" and jasmine is all UH?!, going around thinking that bosco is some sort of player 😭