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givemeonebreath · 3 years

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A big, messy Linked Universe playlist

Link for Links

Heavy on the angst, because of who I am as a person. (At the same time, don’t take it too seriously, man.)

Influenced by canon, manga (TP Link is really Going Through It™ ), my personal perceptions, and popular fandom canon.

A pretty wide variety of genres, with a bias towards metal and prog rock.

I kept snippets of lyrics for most songs, also because of who I am as a person. (Some were particularly hard to narrow down to just one verse or chorus.) Those - and a little more rambling - are under the cut if you really want, in the order of the playlist. But. It’s long.

I didn’t initially make this with the intent to share, but hey. Throughout my past year+ of listening, I’ve been haphazardly adding songs to a playlist I very creatively named Links. If something reminded me of them, whether through the music or lyrics or both, I threw it on the playlist, so some songs might seem odd or vague. Some are really on the nose, as subtle as a sledgehammer. (Sky for Sky? Dude. Sorry.) Some are there because of a fitting line or two that stuck in my head. Ultimately, music - like any form of creative expression - can be interpreted in a multitude of ways.

My listening habits and tastes are erratic, which is why this is one big, jumbled playlist and not separated for different Links. Not to mention if I did that, some (Wild, Legend) would have a lot and some (Wind, Four) would have none, both because of my own familiarity with them, and because of the general themes of the music I tend to listen to. Most songs are a general ‘hero’s spirit reborn’ mood, anyway - those are the first part of the playlist. The second half is more nuanced to specific Links, plus a few Ganon vibes.

1. Deep Purple - April (Koji Kondo, composer of the original Legend of Zelda theme, was into Deep Purple as a kid, and it shows.)

2. Kamelot - Regalis Apertura

3. Au4 - So Just Hang On, Beautiful One (I’ve posted this here before. I can’t hear it without thinking of LU now.) So I slipped in through the gate almost unknown. All my border stamps were late. Seven days old. Cold hand griped my shoulder blade, broke the bone. Bloody nose and turned away, all the way home.

4. FC Kahuna - Hayling Don’t think about all those things you fear, just be glad to be here

5. Glass Animals - Youth Boy, when I left you you were young I was gone, but not my love You were clearly meant for more Than a life lost in the war

6. Pain of Salvation - Restless Boy A restless boy in a world too slow A flame born into cinder, ash, and glow I've given everything I gave it all Yet find myself alone

7. Haken - The Endless Knot Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line our cycle starts to fail. Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line we die to live again. We need a story to believe in. We need a hero to prevail. We need a challenge we can overcome, it takes a tragedy to make us one

8. Kamelot - Memento Mori (I particularly associate this with Time and Twilight) I am the god in my own history The master of the game I may believe if she would come to me And whisper out my name Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone If life has ever been Sometimes I wonder how belief alone Can cut me free from sin

9. Katatonia - Fighters Look I told you so We never stop If we said that We'll back it up For sure You know We're fighters

10. Megadeth - This Day We Fight! (I mean, all Links, but particularly Warriors) For this I was chosen, because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of the night Off to another war-torn, faraway battlefield Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde

11. Moon Tooth - Igneous Well, the spirit took me And this old broken body leapt up and danced Settin’ out Settin' out with all my heroes in a bundle at my back Hawk am I More wings span in my shadow than overcast Yeah, you know what they say Always need something to look up to, ha

12. Samael - Moongate Destiny, tomorrow is today Destiny, without boundaries How many nights will we spend together traveling infinity back and forth and again How many times will we go together questioning eternity about us about our wonders...

13. TOOL- Parabola This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion

14. Lunatic Soul - Blood on the Tightrope No matter how hard you try To shut down your feverish thoughts They hunt you down with no regret Cause you have to fix it all

15. Hybrid - Keep It In The Family

16. Soul Savers - Unbalanced Pieces Gone, now carry on Through violent seasons I call you mother, mother, mother In vain, absent chain The twilight's bleeding And the playing board has two unbalanced pieces

17. Steve Von Till - Valley of the Moon All she gives is a stone facade Like ill-given flowers at a dead man's wake Here we slave for the dreams of another And fight over scraps like wayward dogs

18. Ludovico Einaudi - Experience

19. Lunatic Soul - Summoning Dance Three stones on the right side Three stones on the left My vicious circle of life and death “Oh you want it” I hear it again “Oh you want it” My burden Curse to break

20. Lunatic Soul - Through Shaded Woods Run through your shaded woods Run through your shaded mind Run through the night Run away Run through the darkness Run

21. Lunatic Soul - Naavie

22. David Bowie - Nature Boy There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he

23. The Dandy Warhols - Sleep Well, I could sleep forever But it's of her I dream If I could sleep forever I could forget about everything

24. Au4 - Everyone is Everyone (and Everything is Everything) Tripping and tumbling, Flipping and fumbling. Flowing on the rivers of sadness That have been forever rumbling. But from dawn until now Of all the paths that I could have gone down Of all the valleys That I could have been flowing through. In spite of all the chaos And all that has come between us, How is it I still find myself Here with you.

25. Kingcrow - Everything Goes Your hands again upon the ground Falling rain for hours and hours As you learn the game Time dispels the fog ... Ever been there? Ever felt like prey? Ever thought your mind was feeble? Lot of things that don’t make sense

26. Pain of Salvation - Icon As a child I felt too old And now when I'm grown-up I feel too young A different kind so I've been told Just slightly out of reach and out of time

27. Sophia Loizou - Divine Interference (I got spooky dungeon vibes. Also, the title.)

28. Carpenter Brut - Fab Tool Runnin Gunnin Forward in the phantom shatter so grand Splatter grand, arcanum fuel Wrought iron out of the sky Over me, tells no lie

29. Blue Stahli - Death Will Have to Run All on the open road Where none will ever grow A journey toward the known With countless miles to go

30. Gyroscope - Mistakes & Ladders I am the first? No I can't be the first A continuous nothing, destined for something Tell me who you are and why you trapped me here

31. Queens of the Stone Age - Run, Pig, Run Run, pig, run Here I come

32. Chali 2na & Krafty Kuts - Guard The Fort The swords are drawn and odds are stacked And we clash the impact's a thunderous clap Calm demeanor Even though we are under attack [...my turn to guard the fort ready for combat]

33. The Great Discord - Army of Me (lol)

34. Kongos - Terrified I think I'll start again and change my name You only live once or twice, what a shame Somebody fucked up when designing this game

35. Woodkid - Run Boy Run Run, boy, run! This ride is a journey to Run, boy, run! The secret inside of you Run, boy, run! This race is a prophecy Run, boy, run! And disappear in the trees

36. The Beta Machine - The End A million miles away from you this time I'll do what it takes I'm on my way If lines are in the sand I'll go under If I can make it in time I will bring you back with me

37. Devin Townsend Project - Gump When we last met who was I? I'm sorry we no longer see eye to eye The energy to keep you in while keeping myself out I'm sorry how you'll take this But I just don't have the patience anymore

38. Arrested Youth - Riot! I can't get much satisfaction living in this cave It's tough to breathe, I'm in the belly of the beast Can't sleep with all my rage With me and all my generations living in this cage Pick up your guns and tell your sons, tonight we break the cage

39. Led Zeppelin - Friends So anytime somebody needs you Don't let them down, although it grieves you Some day you'll need someone like they do Looking for what you knew

40. Faunts - M4, pt 2 (Wild) Fight your foes you're not alone Holy war is on the phone Asking to please stay on hold Bleeding loss of blood runs cold And I need you to recover Because I can't make it on my own

41. Faith No More - Ashes to Ashes (Wild) I want them to know it's me, it's on my head I'll point the finger at me, it's on my head Smiling with the mouth of the ocean And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain

42. Devin Townsend - Jupiter (Wild) I know you At least I think I do Everything's changed But in the days that are so dark It's wonderful

43. Katatonia - Neon Epitaph (Wild) Shadow of my shadow Cling not to my grief I am long left behind now You are free

44. The Smashing Pumpkins - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (Wild) Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us No one can separate us For we are all that is left The echo bounces off me The shadow lost beside me There's no more need to pretend Cause now I can begin again

45. Katatonia - Lacquer (Wild) My voice travelling Soaring bird above your head The house we lived in Ridden with disease ... The levee breaking I can't live to fight once more The road to the grave is straight as an arrow I'm just staying around to sing your song, baby

46. Eskimo Joe - This is Pressure (Wild) There is no romance in suffocation The walls fall down like your expectations You want to scream And you want to shout But you've built up steam And you can't let it out This is pressure

47. Portugal. The Man - 1000 Years (Wild) We'll wait 1000 years Until the end of time We'll wait 1000 more Dressed up in gold and white We'll climb the mountain sides To find what's in the sky We'll dig through mountain sides To find what's deep inside

48. Au4 - An Ocean’s Measure of Sorrow (Wild) Forgot my name and who I was. Memories of nothing floating up. All of the sorrow we once knew, Colours the ocean's water blue.

49. Band of Skulls - Carnivorous (Twilight) I am corrosive and cohesive Like a chemical bond I'm all together undone I am the broken kingdom I'm just so, so, so So carnivorous

50. Glass Animals - Flip (Twilight) I wanna go back with a club and attack I wanna take to my guns and break you I gotta make my little foe take his own

51. TV on the Radio - Wolf Like Me (Twilight) My mind has changed my body's frame, but, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained, but, God, I like it

52. Kamelot - The Spell (Twilight) All my demons cast a spell The souls of dusk rising from the ashes So the book of shadows tell The weak will always obey the master

53. OSI - Radiologue (Legend) I was dreaming I was heading west thirty days faster Had a fever woke up in a sweat bailing out the water Can't go on Can't go back Heard your voice coming through the noise wrote it in the radio log Hurt my head, wondering what you said so I threw it overboard

54. Katatonia - Don’t Tell A Soul (Legend) I have been destroyed by the perfection that is a lie see I'm moving soon see my feet are already on the road and if you know where I’m going don’t tell a soul

55. Haken - The Mind’s Eye (Legend) The shape of things to come are closer than they seem Changing your design every time you disappear I'm planning my escape through portals of your mind Where people seem to drop like flies

56. Pain of Salvation - Species (Legend) Sometimes I hate my fucking species Yet most days I'll do anything to please it My generation was fooled to pursue our dreams But it is not what it seems You never need what you want And you rarely want what you need

57. Euringer - Do You Kiss Your Mama with That Mouth? (Legend) All my life, misunderstood I'm fuckin' too smart, too smart for my own good The last question, before I go is "Hey motherfucka, do you kiss your mama with that mouth?" Yes! I kiss your mama with this mouth

58. !!! - Pardon My Freedom (Legend) Like I give a fuck, like I give a shit Like I give a fuck about that shit Like I give a fuck about that motherfucking shit

59. Team Sleep - Ataraxia (Legend) Froze asleep Coma deep I dream I'm out with you Alone at sea

60. Oliver Tank - Embrace (Legend) You're in my dreams The world is torn apart at the seams And I don't wanna leave Wearing my heart on it's sleeve

61. Machine Gun Fellatio - The Girl of My Dreams (Is Giving Me Nightmares) (Legend) The girl of my dreams is giving me nightmares I don't know what it means but she's got multi-coloured hair When she stands in the sand I dream of peaches And I'm not sure what that means either

62. Earl Greyhound - Shotgun (Legend & Hyrule) I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a traveler on this land And nothing, nothing, nothing in my hands

63. TV on the Radio - Staring at the Sun (Hyrule) You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me

64. Echo & The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon (Time) Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him

65. Sufjan Stevens - Sugar (Sky) Don’t break my heart, don’t break my flow now And all this rage has got to go now Let’s take up this lifeline Come on, baby, gimme some sugar Don’t make me wait Don’t make me wait too long Don’t make me sing the sad song Come on, baby, gimme some sugar

66. Obsydians - Ascension (Sky) Rise above the hardships you’ll face I will sign and keep on rising As long as you are giving me your soul and keep me awake Feel like home and spread your light around I will listen and just be there As long as you are giving me your love I’ll give you my soul

67. Sonique - Sky -_-

68. Enter Shikari - The King (Ganon) Watch your back, my friend I'm about to kickstart a cycle Of never ending revenge And this time it's primal, it's tribal

69. Saul Williams - WTF! (Ganon, Hylia) "You've been polluted, uprooted by time You have been muted, computed but I'm A living vessel of the one, of the moon, of the sun" Hey! You ain't as dead as you seem, what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies

70. These New Puritans - We Want War (Ganon/ Dark Link/ any nemesis I guess) Shadows dance back up, it's happening again If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: "We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; But they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know" Can't you see them Floating like black ash? Can't you feel them Crawling down your back?

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #listening to music while I stare blankly at nothing is legit my number one hobby #and then shit like this happens #linked universe playlist

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67impalaandwhisky · 4 years

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Destiny Is Heaven Sent

Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.

Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)

This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists

Rating: 18+

Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader

Warnings For This Chapter: Sexual Dreams, Mentions of Pregnancy Kink,

Chapter 4.

"I'll take the couch." You grumble as all of you step into the motel room.

Dean takes off his shirt, his eyelids drooping with sleepy intentions as he throws himself onto his bed.

"Come lay down beside me." He mutters as he lays his head down on the pillow. He pats the spot beside him as he pulls back the covers.

Sam makes it a point to scurry off into the bathroom and you sigh gently.

Laying in bed with Dean last night was kind of amazing. You didn't have a single nightmare, which is rare these days after Marsh's death. And, you didn't wake up a single time during the night. Even when you drink heavily, you still find yourself waking up every so often during the late hours of the evening.

"Fine. Just don't touch me." You reply as you take off your combat boots.

"No promises, Candy girl." He mumbles as he closes his eyes.

Laying down beside you, he cages you against his chest throwing his arm over you as well as his leg. He lets out a tired chuckle but the comfort you feel is too great to tell him to get off.

In your lifetime with your two best friends by your side, you have gone on countless Djinn hunts together.

Comes with the territory of monster hunting.

Both you and Dean have been poisoned by a Djinn once or twice and even with the antidote around, those dreams can stick with you until you die.

Waking up from that dream-like state when you were twenty was disorienting and frightening. You didn't know what was real, what was fake. You cried for days on end when your life was dramatically different then what was pictured.

Now, when you do see those dreams again you adore them. You welcome them in your sleeping trance. Because in that dream, everything is perfect and so real enough that you don't look at the oddities.

Dean's Djinn dream was just as real, just as frightening at first and just as welcome in his sleep quite like yours.

"Marshall Maverick Winchester. Get that gun away from your brother at the dinner table please." You chide your oldest adopted son.

Turning his head toward you, Dean finds himself smiling. Placing a gentle kiss at your temple, he waltzes around you grabbing the dinner you've both prepared in the presence of your two sons.

"I wanna play!" Dean hears the youngest whine and he glances over at you as you flinch at the sharpness of his voice.

"Johnny Boy. Come on. Mommy doesn't feel good, stop yelling." Dean says as he places his hand on your growing stomach.

"But...But…" John whines as he holds his small hands up.

"No buts." Your husband cuts him off as he puts the burgers down on the table.

With a smile, you turn to your children with pie in hand. You were not as astonished as you should have been that they take after your husband with their favorite dessert choice.

"Is it lemon blueberry mommy?" John asks as he pulls his plate closer to his four year old body.

"Yes it is." You whisper playfully earning a warm smile from Dean.

As Dean begins to serve the food, Sam and Cas walk in with black sludge all over them.

"Oh good. Dinner." Sam cheers as he steps closer to the table.

"Nuh-uh. You better go wash up before you sit down at this table." You admonish your best friend as he frowns.

"But I don't eat." Cas counters as he takes off his mucky trenchcoat.

"Go shower before my pregnant wife smites you." Dean's voice booms through the dining room.

John and Marsh laugh with each other as Cas hangs his head before retreating to his room.

With a groan, you finally sit down at the table.

"Let me guess, your feet are swollen." Dean guesses as he sits down beside you at the head of the table.

"Bingo." You mumble as he puts a burger on your plate.

"I'll rub your feet later when we get ready for bed." He whispers in your ear, pulling back he sends you a devastating wink.

The smile you return is equally as heart shaking to him. His breath stutters and his heart rate picks up as he smiles back at you.

"Ma. He's going for pie." Marsh tells you as John leans across the table.

You fold your arms, eyebrow quipped upward as he gives a nervous giggle.

"Tattletale." He mumbles to his older brother before pulling at the pendant around his neck.

As John has been getting older, the necklace he's had on since birth has been getting tighter and tighter by the month.

His small hands go to take it off and his father is stopping him within a second.

"Don't you dare take this off, son. We've talked about this." Dean admonishes as John looks down at his plate.

"But it's tight and I feel stuffy." He mumbles as he picks up a french fry.

Marsh takes his larger necklace off before swapping and wrapping John's around his wrist twice before clasping it in place.

"We need to keep these on until we're old enough to get tattoos like mom, dad and Uncle Sammy." Marsh tells his younger brother as he grabs the ketchup.

It was heartwarming to watch, knowing that Marsh was just like Dean with John as he is with Sammy. He would always protect his younger brother no matter what.

It almost brings a tear to his father's eye as he picks up his bottle of beer.

"Why do you wear it?" Marsh inquires to his brother as he puts ketchup on his burger.

"So demons can't get me." John whispers.

The youngest only whispers about monsters in the night, as if speaking loudly will summon them to him.

"That's right. But when we're home, you don't have to be scared. Nothing is going to get you." Dean says before sipping his beer.

John nods before looking down at the pendant in his hand as he munches on his french fry.

"Leila in school says she has a crush on me." John says happily, forgetting the whole necklace debacle within seconds.

Dean's eyebrows flick upwards as he leans his elbows on the table.

"Oh yeah? Isn't it a little early to be dating in preschool?" Your husband jeers at your youngest as you giggle.

Your hand lands on your stomach, rubbing comforting circles which catches his attention immediately.

He looks over, a sweet smirk spreading on his face as he rubs your seven months and growing stomach.

"I'm four, dad. Practically grown up." You hum to him before grabbing your iced tea.

"You look just like your father so it's hard not to get all the girls, huh?" You tease as he smiles down to his burger.

John did look like the spitting image of your husband. From freckles to wildy enchanting green eyes, he was so alike.

"Will you tell us how you met again?" Marsh asks as he takes out his phone.

"No phones at dinner." Sam says as he enters the room.

Marsh looks up before rolling his eyes and putting his phone back in the front pocket of his jeans.

"What monster did you kill today?" John asks excitedly as Sam sits down.

Shaking his long hair out of his face, he looks over at both of his parents who refuse to meet his eyes.

"No monster talk at dinner." Sam says and your almost unrecognizable nod lets him know he's right.

John and Marsh frown as Cas comes in to join you all.

"It was a ghoul." Sam whispers as he leans over his plate towards the kids.

You look at Dean, a laugh shared between you both as you both roll your eyes.

Laying down in bed, you let out a gentle sigh as the bed comforts and molds to your body.

"Well now. Look what I have here all to myself. My two favorite girls." Dean says as he closes the bedroom door behind him.

You give a gentle laugh pushing yourself up the pillows as he stalks over.

"Not like you to forget Baby." You say, tilting your head as he pulls his t-shirt off.

"Just don't tell her. She'll get jealous." He teases as he takes off his pants.

Your eyes roam over his body before smiling wider.

When it comes to your husband, exhaustion was not a word that seemed to fit into your vocabulary. He was like a freshly brewed pot of coffee, deep, rich and awakening.

"My lips are sealed." You reply as he kneels on the bed.

With a chuckle, he parts your legs. Running his warm, calloused hands over your bare skin, his lips graze over your bare belly.

You can feel the stubble on his face, the short hairs tickling you as he gives languid kisses to the distended skin.

"De." You whisper in the dim lighting of the room.

He gives a gentle groan at your voice, hearing how you're becoming aroused and sluggish with lust.

"That's it, sweetheart. Focus on how I'm making you feel. How you want daddy's big cock to split you right open." His breath fans over your stomach as he talks to you, producing goosebumps on your now feverish skin.

"I want you so badly." You whine as he pulls down your bra. Your breasts heaving up at the action.

"God, you're so fucking sexy. So fucking mine." He growls out as he kisses over your chest.

"Pretty tits filling up with milk for my baby. Mine." His lips encircle your hard nipple, tongue flicking over the pointed bud earning a sweet moan from you.

His hand reaches for your clothed pussy, dying to feel how wet you already a-

"Dean."

"Hey! Dean!" Shooting up in bed, he looks to the owner of the voice as his eyes widen.

"Hey man…" Sam whispers as he stands above his older brother.

"Dammit Sammy. Couldn't you have given me five more minutes? I was experiencing something great." He mumbles as he grabs the cup of coffee from the younger man's hand.

"Busty girl dreams again? You were moaning." Sam says with a laugh as he walks over to the small table.

Dean clicks his teeth as he looks over the room. He notices how the sun is already rising high in the sky before looking down at you. Your hair is splayed over your face as you take deep shallow breaths.

Was there anything more perfect than his dream? Anything more wonderful than that? You, his wife, his life partner. Pregnant and barefoot in his bunker with other little ones running around. Marsh would still be alive.

Running a rough hand over his face, he sips his coffee before sighing.

As you turn onto your back, he takes in your form.

With your tank top rolled up to your breasts, he sucks in a deep breath before tugging down the shirt. God, you were too skinny now that he's looking at you. Why couldn't you just be pregnant like in his dream? Why did destiny have to fuck him like this?

"God fucking dammit." He mumbles as he wakes up.

"You okay?" Sam asks curiously.

"Peachy." Dean grunts out as he walks to the bathroom.

The slam of the door makes his younger brother jump and you stir from your sleep at the noise. The thin walls shake and tremor with the force of Dean's action and you sit up with squinted eyes.

"Morning." You whisper as you begin to stretch.

"Mornin'." Sam says as his eyes flicker to the bathroom.

"He okay?" You ask as you pull the covers closer to your body.

Sam gives the typical shrug as he sips his coffee before running his hands through his hair.

"Is Dean ever really okay?" He quips as you lay back down.

Now that is a question for the ages.

The morning had gone off without an ounce of weirdness which was odd to you considering how upset Dean was earlier.

He's so good at shoving things down inside of him until he explodes. It's scary sometimes.

"Come on out, Candy girl." Dean calls through the velvet curtain as you try to pull at any piece of fabric that's on your body.

You feel absolutely helpless. The tube dress you're wearing is so infinitely small, you're afraid one cough from yourself will send the fabric into a revealing position.

"It barely covers my ass!" You whine as you fix your hair in the mirror.

"You have a nice ass." Dean comments calmly.

There it is again. The short and somehow completely honest answer from your best friend. He doesn't flirt with you like he does with others because maybe he doesn't have to. He's so himself with you.

Tugging the dress up, the bottom reveals your black thong and you groan gently before pulling it back down.

"No laughing!" You cry out before taking a deep breath.

Just the thought of your older best friend seeing you like this sends your mind reeling.

Pushing back the velvet curtain, Sam looks up from his phone before snorting and covering his mouth with his hand.

"Yes. Ha. Ha. Very funny." You grumble as you put your hands protectively over your body as if that would help.

Glancing at Dean, he doesn't show an ounce of hilarity in the situation. He swallows thickly as his eyes trail over your body.

"You look like a sausage in a casing." Sam says before throwing his head back and laughing.

You snort before turning around to the mirror again.

The black fabric hugs your body tightly, showing your flat stomach and your ample breasts.

It's uncomfortable to be in but your thighs press together as you watch Dean through the mirror.

Licking his lips slowly, his eyes stare at your ass. Your stomach coils and flips as his evergreen eyes begin to harden over.

"Dean. What do you think?" Sam asks through his laughs.

Dean doesn't dignify him with an answer. Your eyes trail over his body, taking in the flannel beneath his jacket before looking to his pants.

His pants are strained and tented and you avert your eyes quickly in the mirror as you think about yesterday morning.

Is it hot in here?

"Dean?" Sam asks as he calms his laughter.

Pressing your thighs tighter together, the muscles of your ass become taut and flex. The oldest brother does everything in his power to rip his eyes away before turning to Sam.

"You look fine. Buy it and let's go." He mumbles as he sits down.

It's when you bend over to grab your stuff that he lolls his head back.

Do you know how fucking sexy you are? Do you have any idea just how goddamn attractive you can be?

Upon bending over he sees your thong and the outline of your pussy lips. His hand flies over Sam's eyes as you gather your stuff.

"Dude." His younger brother mumbles.

"Close the curtain, you idiot." Dean chides you and you gasp gently realizing what you've done.

Fiercely pulling the curtain closed, you can feel your ears and neck heating up to a healthy shade of red.

"I'm going to wait in the car." Dean calls out before storming off.

Sam tilts his head before rolling his eyes.

"Just fuck already." He mumbles under his breath before pulling his phone back out.

Dean stands beneath the shower head, letting the hot water soothe his taut muscles. His forehead presses to the chilly aqua tiles of the motel bathroom

God, you're probably out there in the room putting on that small dress right now.

It's astounding how hard he actually has to try to keep his hands off of you. Would you even want him to touch you?

Yesterday morning, he saw you checking him out. Peeking an eye open, he saw how breathless you were as your eyes roamed his body.

It's been drilled in his head ever since he was younger-- his father always wanted you both to be together. It's always been Dean's 'destiny' to have you as his own. And, that's exactly why he can't do it.

He's always listened to John. Always done as told and for once, he didn't want to abide.

Dean always thought that if he denied himself the pleasure of your company, he could stop a lot of heartache and pain on his end. But, now the heartache is starting to come from having you so far away from him.

He loved you from the minute he saw you. From the minute you met each other in that dingy motel on Christmas Eve.

He loved you when you were dating Michael Bracken during a random highschool stint in Wisconsin.

He always loved you. And, he always denied you.

Smacking his forehead into the wall, he sighs gently.

Maybe destiny is something you just can't run from. God knows that every path him and Sam have ever taken somehow and in some way lead back to the same spot they were standing years ago.

"De?" Your voice breaks him out of his deep thoughts.

"Yeah." He calls back as he shuts off the shower.

"We have to get going soon." You tell him as he grabs his towel.

"Yeah. I'm coming, Princess." The pet name tumbles out of his mouth and he closes his eyes as he wraps the towel around his waist.

You rip the door open and peek your head in before narrowing your eyes at him.

"You know I hate that." You mumble to him as the steam wafts through the open door.

You've hated it since high school. He used to call you Princess when he warded off boys in the cramped hallways. You always found it embarrassing.

Dean gives you a smile as he steps out of the shower, "Come on. You used to love the way I protected you."

Rolling your eyes, you stand up straighter as you lean against the door jamb, "No. You used to love the way you protected me. I didn't need protecting."

He chuckles as he wipes off the bathroom mirror.

"I'll always protect you, whether you need it or not." He says and you hum in agreement before leaving him alone.

"Always." He mumbles before looking through the mirror as you walk away.

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The chantry is right and mages should be in the circle. Solas and anders are terrorists and anyone who believes they arent is delusional or a hypocrite. Anders killed a hundred innocent civillian non combatants and solas wants to tear down the veil killing millions in the process. But yes we should let the people causing firestorms and summoning demons go completely un supervised

MY FIRST ARGUMENT AGAINST A TEMPLAR BOOTLICKER! YAAY!

@lordaspoons Ok listen, first of all, I'm not felassan nor dalishlicious, my writings style is different and not as good as them, and I love to use a lot of profanities in my writings, so if you ever find ‘shit ‘ or ‘fuck’ in a post, not sorry I SWEAR THIS POST HAVE MORE THAN 7K WORDS! That’s why it took MONTHS for me to answer it

TEMPLAR AND CHANTRY ARE GOD-AWFUL AND CIRCLE IS NOT NECESSARY

Let’s see the canonical narrative okay? Let's take a look at Dragon Age keep descriptions of each MAGES heroes story and background.

Mage Hawke:

The son of Malcolm Hawke and Leandra Amell, Garrett has lived in many places throughout Ferelden. His father was a mage whose gifts were passed onto both Garrett and Bethany, Malcolm's daughter.

Malcolm refused to submit himself to the Chantry's rule; he kept his abilities a secret and taught his children to do the same.

Therefore, the family was constantly on the move to avoid templar hunters. Ten years ago, the family settled in the village of Lothering, building a home on the outskirts and making a life where they wouldn't forever be on the run.

Though Leandra worried constantly that the templars would one day catch up with them, Malcolm's teachings were sufficient to keep them safe.

He died three years ago, leaving Garrett responsible for the welfare of his mother and younger siblings. When the Blight began, Carver enlisted in King Cailan's regiment, saying the horde spilling from the Korcari Wilds meant their home would be quickly overrun if the darkspawn were not defeated immediately.

If the circle is not a goddamn prison that literally abused and drive so many mages to commit suicide then why the fuck hawke father decided to escaped and run away? The fact that even though his wife is a noble, a noble who should have been powerful enough to support him and their children and protect Malcom and their children with her name and connection is Kirkwall were forced to live in secret and ON THE RUN WITH HER FAMILY! is another of many many proofs that the system that chantry created for Thedas HURT everyone, whatever you are a peasant or a noble, if you have a mage in your family then they will be imprisoned in a circle that definitely will abuse them or you are forced to hide with them and run away from home.

IS QUARANTINE DRIVE YOU INSANE? ARE YOU BORED? WANNA GO OUT WITH FRIENDS? WANNA GRAB A MEAL IN A RESTAURANT? OR GET A HAIRCUT?

Remember De’Launcet fucking quote:

“You don’t understand. I’ve been in the Circle since I was six. Six! For Twenty years I was locked up. Never had a real drink, or... cooked something for myself. Never stood in the rain... or kissed a girl.”.

You cannot treat people like that! You can’t! it’s not right to imprison and enslaved people, mages, like that, there’s no justification to deny basic human rights/rights for any races. Imagine how desperate, depressed, touch-starved and horny you are, if you are not allowed to touch a woman who consented to have sex with you, imagine beingfucking locked up for twenty years and never feel the rain on your face.

Maybe you should try being locked up for most of YOUR LIFE, for shit you never did in your life ever, aka committed horrible crimes that you never committed in the first place?

Where’s the logic? Where’s the humanity? Andrastianism and The chantry is the worst religion and the worst religious institution in Thedas, and templars are not champion of the just, they are champion of abusers.

But besides because of religious zealotry and dogma, why did the chantry locked up and enslaved mages in circle and put templar in circle to fucking abused them? OH RIGHT! I KNOW! its for power and profits, because using slave labor to make enchantments and used mages as soldiers who never wanted to be dragged into war in the first place, it was and as prison/free labor to mass products enchantments is profitable for the chantry. !GROSS! DISGUSTING! Disgusting really. The circle system is not only a prison camp, but also an institutional slavery.

GROSS! DISGUSTING! But it sounds like any oppressive nations/institutions ever that used prison camp free labor to built factories and to work in their factories right?

Disgusting really.

Hey, LOOK AT HERO OF FERELDEN AND INQUSITOR EXPERIENCES IN THE CIRCLE! WHOA, IT WAS AWFUL!

For Mage!Trevelyan:

Born to the Trevelyan noble family of Ostwick in the Free Marches, you were originally intended for a life of privilege—until magical abilities surfaced at a young age and you were forced into a life of confinement within Ostwick's Circle of Magi. Protected but stifled, educated but isolated, the Circle would have been your entire future had the mages not rebelled against Chantry rule.

Trevelyan said that templars are a piece of shit who has two fucking faces (he said it to Josie) they smiled at mages (fake) but then they turned into as still as tone when a mage was punished ‘harshly”

Remember what Cassandra said when mages find out that Tranquility can be reversed, dipshit fucking seeker, lord seeker lucius punished mages ‘harshly’ and there were deaths, and by definition of harsh for mages in thedas is:

Rape

Isolation in an isolation cell (like what happened to Anders for a year!)

Starved to death like what happened to the real Cole

Tranquility or they are just killed.

Every mages, adult or child, has seen or experiences abuses daily in their life, you can imagine the physical and physiologicalphysicological damages that templar and chantry have inflicted on them. As a person who was fucking abused by her own father, Ii know too well how lasting scars could damage you for life.

TO ANYONE WHO DISMISSED ABUSES ESPECIALLY ABUSE THAT WAS PERPETRATED BY A RELIGIOUS SYSTEM/INSTITUTION, here take my middle finger AND SHOVE IT UP TO YOUR ASSES!

Look Hero Of Ferelden life when she was still stuck in the circle:

The Hero of Ferelden belonged to the Circle of Magi in Ferelden, and resided in the tower at Lake Calenhad for most of her life. First Enchanter Irving recommended the Hero to Grey Warden Commander Duncan; shortly after the Hero's Harrowing, Duncan recruited her into the order.

https://mllemaenad.tumblr.com/search/mage+warden+

https://dalishious.tumblr.com/post/190968276307/mage-child-are-the-templars-coming-for-us-mage

Mage child: Are the templars coming for us?

Mage child: Is death painful? Am I going to die?

HEY WANNA TAKE A LOOK AT SER ALRIK? THE SERIAL ABUSER AND RAPIST?

This is a letter that Alrik send to justinia before he died.To Her Excellency, Divine Justinia,I am well aware both you and Knight-Commander Meredith have rejected my proposal, but I beg you to reconsider. The mages in the Free Marches are past controlling, their numbers have doubled in three years, and they have found a way to plant their abominations in our ranks. They cannot be contained!

The Tranquil Solution is our answer. All mages at the age of majority must be made Tranquil. They'll coexist peacefully, retain their usefulness—a perfect strategy! It's simply the best way to ensure mages obey the laws of men and Maker.I remain, as always, your obedient servant,

Tranquil solution? Sounds like what Henrich Himmler said about Jews!

Because Tranquility is a genocidal weapon that the chantry used to decreased the mages population and culling them, hmmm you heard about an 11 YEARS OLD GIRL WHO was MADE A FUCKING TRANQUIL IN KIRKWAL?

Here I will give you a link to dalishious post about a young mage, 11 years old kid who was made tranquil by templar and chantry: https://dalishious.tumblr.com/post/620951635453149184/im-confused-it-says-that-she-requested-to-be|

ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING *spit on chantry and templar*

There’s no fucking justification for turning a kid into a tranquil, neither raped woman who was made tranquil or mages in general just because they have magic. Alrik and his man are known for abusing and raped tranquil on a daily occasion, and they were granted a title, position, money, and job by the chantry, meredith is a bitch who treated mages like a slave, she was drunk on red lyrium, she didn’t do shit for refugee and she fucking took over Kirkwall seat of government, forcefully, while it was not her job to lording over Kirkwall like a power-hungry bitch.

And for years no one checked on this bitch, because miss little grand cleric of Kirkwall is part of Meredith group, and no matter what unless the chantry got fucking destroyed or HEAVILY REFORMED like what Divine Leliana did, people like Meredith and

Ser Alrik will never be held accountable by the chantry or any rulers in Southern Thedas (except by King Alistair who gave rebel mages a safe refugee place I guess) because most shit heads who ruled in Thedas profited from oppression and slavery of their PEOPLE, OF MAGES AND ELVES.

You are a modern man, how could you ever side with the medieval church like the chantry? YOU KNOW THAT MEDIEVAL VATICAN AND TEMPLAR OF OUR WORLD WERE AWFUL RIGHT?

You knew that the vatican/church in the medieval era trapped people in dark ages with their regressive politic and dogma, you knew that gay people and woman were burned alive just because they were gay and just because they are? Woman? Maybe some of them truly practiced magic, but hey magic is cool.

I don’t understand at all, this fucking hatred and bigotry against mages and elves that spewed by some people in the fandom, anyone who hates mages and elves inherently hates them for who they are, for simply who they are.

My burning hatred for templar and chantry were caused by templar and chantry terrible actions for the past 10000 YEARS!!!!!!!! And not because they don't have magic or just because they are human.

The chantry brainwashed human to dehumanize others

I think this is one of the most disturbing crime the chantry ever committed for the past 1000 years, I can’t even help but shudder in disgust every time i heard chantry sisters or brother calling other people ‘abomination’ or ‘heretic’ because i know how dangerous religious zealotry can be.

As a Muslim who live in Indonesia i have seen people being thrown out of their house or whipped in public (In Aceh province)

2.NOW MAGES ALLIED BY THE THE INQUISITOR AND THE INQUISITION IS THE CANON PATH!

(deal with it honestly)

First of all, when The inquisitor went to Val Royeaux, the inquisition met with Lord Seeker who was arguing with chantry sister, he didn’t want to listen to her, and then he punched her (bitch fucking deserve it, to be honest, chantry members except anyone whose not bigoted like Leliana and Giselle deserve to be punched) he insulted the inquisition and the inquisitor! ( what a Bastard Dick! Well, templar order is gone and he’s going to die anyway so....Whatever)

When the Inquisitor went back to the way he came from (from Val Royeaux gate)

FIONA LEADER OF FREE MAGES HERSELF, DESPITE THE RISK AND DANGERS, WAS WILLING TO PERSONALLY GAVE AN OFFER OF ALLIANCES BETWEEN REBEL/FREE MAGES WITH THE INQUSITION.

FIONA GOES ALL THE WAY, FROM SAFETY OF REDCLIFF VILLAGE TO VAL ROYEAUX JUST SO SHE CAN meet WITH THE INQUISITOR AND OFFERED HIM AN ALLIANCES WITH OTHER REBEL MAGES (Of course The inquisitor accepted it, he’s a rebel mage after all duh!)

From the very beginning you can see which path is the preferred freaking option, Its In Hushed Whispers and not the other one.

Besides it would make more sense for the sake of continuity to find out about the rift, time magic, who’s the mastermind behind what happened in Redcliff Village (Alexius tricked Fiona and other mages with time magic and blood magic to signed up with Tevinter) AND HOW FUTURE WITH CORYPHEUS WON LOOKS LIKE, rather than I don’t know.....Whatever bullshit in Therinfal Redoubt.

SECOND. Free alliances with rebel mages definitely would give The inquisition more advantages, first mages knew how to deal with magic and the fade, mages are more suited and powerful to fight against enemies that cannot be defeated by shield and swords.

THIRD.

THERE WERE NO ACCIDENT, NO UNWANTED POSSESSION OR EVEN NO POSSESSION AT ALL, NO DISASTER, AND NO ‘ABOMINATION’ .

FOURTH. THE MAGES CONSUMED fewer RESOURCES BECAUSE THEY DONT NEED LYRIUM TO FEED THEIR ADDICTION/CAST SPELLS.

FIFTH.

FOR A WHOLE YEAR DURING CAMPAIGN AGAINST CORYPHEUS, MAGES HAS PROVEN THAT THEY CAN TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES, MAGES WERE DISCIPLINED, RELIABLE AND BOTH THEDAS, INQUISITION, PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN SKYHOLD AND MAGES THEMSELVES ARE FINE WITH THE MAGES BEING FREE, WITHOUT RELIGIOUS SLAVERS WHO OWN THEM, WITHOUT JAILER WATCHING THEIR BACK.

SIX. SPIRITS AND DEMONS were LITERALLY EVERYWHERE, AND EXCUSE ME, HAVE FRANCOIS EVER RECEIVED/READ REPORTS ABOUT HIS FELLOW MAGES FALL INTO DEMON POSSESSION? HELL NO! NOT EVEN ONCE

SEVEN.

MAGES ALLIED AS FULL ALLY WOULD BE MORE INDEPENDENT, AND THEY COULD TEACHED YOUNG MAGES HOW TO SURVIVE ON THEIR OWN, THEY COULD BE MORE INVOLVED WITH SOCIETY, AND MAGES ASSIMILATED TO SOCIETY

AND FINALLY.

DO YOU want A ANOTHER FUCKING PROOF OF MAGES FREEDOM BEING SUCCESSFUL? DO YOU WANT LITERAL CANON PROOF THAT MAGES BEING FREE IS ONE OF THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED IN THEDAS?

The Inquisition's mages – the former rebels led by Grand Enchanter Fiona – are left with a choice.

Alliance

Leliana is Divine

When Leliana disbands the Circles, they leave the Inquisition and reform the College of Enchanters as a new order. The College, they say, will allow mages of the South to gather in peace and seek new solutions to age-old problems. For the moment, it appears to be working – mages are enjoying unprecedented acceptance throughout Thedas.

Epilogue for mages freedom in Trespasser:

NOW College of Enchanters, Thedas third or fourth most powerful mage order and government (third if Rivain mages flocked to The College but I think Rivain mages after all mages has been freed (remember its canon) they will unite with Rivain government or if College Of Enchanters turned out to be stronger than mages order in rivain ) , the college is third/fourth-strongest order after Tevinter obviously, Nevarra death mages, and Rivain mages.

And everything is totally fine.

Leliana Divine, Mages recruited as allies

The end of the Inquisition as it had been sent shock waves through the College of Enchanters. Madam de Fer ably played on the mages' fear. Her followers united to build a new Circle - with Vivienne as its Grand Enchanter - in direct competition with the College. What the Circle lacked in numbers, they made up for in political connections; soon they were a force to be reckoned with.

Well about this stuff in trespasser it’s just vivienne stuff I guess *shrug*

College of enchanters will always exist because like I said before so many many many times, that ever since Hero of Ferelden Era, To Kirkwall and then to Dragon 4:41/ 4:44, the canon and preferred path is to support mages and elves equality and freedom!!!!

THERE I GIVE YOU ONE, AND IT WAS MORRIGAN WHO SAID IT HERSELF.

Even a chantry sister from haven admitted that the mages looked happier and she said that she supports/give them chance to

SO WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?! CIRCLE IS NEVER BEEN FUCKING NEEDED! IT WAS JUST DRAKON STUPID BIGOTED MOVES TO ENSLAVED AND COLLARED MAGES AND ELVES.

Rivain mages were fine, and their society worked well with mages have their freedom Rivain trained their female mages to be seers, and seers hold important positions within Rivain government and society, oh but what happened? When the chantry fucking find out that Rivain didn’t treat their mages like shits and slave, that Rivain treated mages with respect like any other people.

The chantry fucking send right on annulment and committed genocide against Rivain fucking mages, chantry you shit organization, Rivain will hate you more than before and I wouldn’t be surprised if the grand cathedral in Rivain will go boom too (i will support it, fuck those people) the chantry literally murdered children there and committed genocide against people of Rivain, No one will defend them in Rivain, no one.

Codex Entry:

When we heard of the injustices against our fellow mages at the White Spire, the Circle of Magi in Val Royeaux, I feared what was to come. Our Circle at Dairsmuid is small and isolated; it exists largely as a façade to appease the Chantry.

When the other Circles rose up, the Chantry sent Seekers across the bay from Ayesleigh to investigate. They found us mixing freely with our families, training female mages in the traditions of the seers, and denounced us as apostates. Perhaps they thought we were spineless robes who could be intimidated with a little bloodshed. Before I was first enchanter, I was the daughter of Captain Revaud, of the Felicisima Armada. I know how to plan a battle.They brought with them a small army of templars. We fought. And we might have won. But they invoked the Right of Annulment, with all the unrelenting brutality that allowed.

It is their right to put screaming apprentices to the sword, burn our "tainted" libraries, crush irreplaceable artifacts under their heels, tear down the very walls of our home.

No mage has the right to disagree. We of the Dairsmuid Circle wait now, behind barricades. I have sent word to our brother and sister mages of this outrage. When they breakthrough, we will not die alone.—Final journal entry of First Enchanter R

Whoaa look at the chantry and templar, casually committed genocide because they are ass hole who cannot accept that they are wrong, maybe they should accept those different nations have different cultures and traditions? Hmmm, maybe templar and chantry should accept that people are not a mother fucking weapon and slaves to be used and imprisoned since they discovered their magic, chantry and Templar should learn when to stop, and they should learn that they didn’t know shit and doesn’t want to know shits about spirits? self-righteous much?

Circle system, templar system, and chantry system cannot be saved because it’s just awful, those systems systematically oppressed and abused people, and we all know that time and time again YOU CANNOT KEEP PEOPLE OPPRESSED AND ENSLAVED FOREVER, THEY WILL REBEL AND SOONER OR LATER THEY WILL WIN THEIR FREEDOM AND THE OLD SYSTEM WILL BE BURNED TO DUST.

No matter how you tried change the circle/templar system, it will always be prone to corruption, because the system put templar above mages, and when someone have more legal immunity and power above other people, then abuses of authority will always happen, hey....LOOK AT COPS IN OUR WORLD.

if anyone tries to prevent other people from being equal and free just like any outer people there who have privileges and advantages, holy shit you are horrible, that’s a shitty bigoted view.

BEFORE INQUISITION WAS EVEN REBUILT, MYTHAL AND MORRIGAN PREDICTED THAT THERE WILL BE GREAT CHANGES COMING, MORRIGAN PREDICTED THERE WILL BE A HERALD OF CHANGES IN THEDAS.

They were talking about The Inquisitor who will completely turn Thedas upside down and changed systems that Thedas know it with better ones.

SO why even bother to fucking keep an old system that doesn’t work and very oppressive and it was designed to imprison and enslaved people?

okay, listen here you little templar- oh I mean Ex-Templar, because templar order of the south is just gone forever ( who the hell wanted to be a templar again after people knew how dangerous lyrium could be? Especially after they saw lumbering red templar ABOMINATION, *not sorry they are really ugly bastard* Wrecking havoc all across Thedas

3.MAGE FREEDOM AND DESTRUCTION OF TEMPLAR ORDER IS A GOOD THING FOR EVERYONE AND FOR THEDAS!

Let me explain it to ya!

1. Mages won their freedom means, no more tranquil, there would be no more long-suffering half walking, half living person who’s cursed in the emotionless body (well at least in the south)

2. Mages could finally raise their own children, have family, married without fear and they don't have to run away from templar and chantry if they want to marry someone, mages children who were taken forcefully from their parents could finally meet their parents again, you don't want kids who were kidnapped from their family since a young age to be reunited with a family who loves them and misses them so much? Holy shit that’s monstrous.

3. Mage Orphan who has no relatives/family/home/ or friends to return could stay with College of Enchanters with other mages.

4. No more children will be kidnapped from the parents, no more mother who will lose their mage baby again because the templar and chantry ripped their baby away from their arms, never again.

5. New Generations of Mages kids who never have to endure torture and abuses in the circle, they can grow up in a safe and happy environment with their family or with the college.

6. Mages actively participated in society, and they can invent a great many things for Thedas modernization and advancement, remember Zither? He’s a mage and he uses his magic to play in a band, imagine the possibilities of Thedas technology-magic advancement with unrestrained magic, boi based on the newest leak, it seems like Arlathan was a magical cyberpunk empire.

7. As a free citizen, many mages abilities/ skill can be implemented for different kinds of jobs, hey remember Lysas who wanted to be a mage farmer? Agriculture in Thedas could be improved with magic, Medication, and medical studies could be greatly modernized with magic, not to mention fashion, opera/plays, and music, hell even professional chef jobs will be much easier with magic, The inquisitor used telekinesis/spell to fixes broken bridges, and lit a veil fire are another example that magic could be used for mundane stuff and not just for

8. College of Enchanters definitely would be a steadfast ally for The Inquisition and The inquisitor, and not to mention that the Inquisition new operations area would be in the north/Tevinter, mages would be able to help greatly. 9. With templar order gone forever in southern Thedas, then there will be no more people who are force feed lyrium and suffer from lyrium addiction to the point they become a beggar because they wasted all of their coins for lyrium. 10. So mages now are free, no more circle, then what’s the point of templar or seeker anymore? Actually Seeker, circle and templar are never needed, then how southern Thedas should handle with magic related crime or just crime in general, well I’ts easy, you see mages guard in Tamriel world? You know those guards in Skyrim? Or guard/law enforcer in Warcraft world who use magic? With mages free they also can work as guards

Why templar and chantry bootlicker literally believed in The chantry fearmongering false propaganda about mages and magic? It’s like medieval Vatican bullshit! fearmongering about technology and ‘sin’, fearmongering about spirit and magic?

We live in the modern era! So stop believing chantry propaganda!

Stop living as if its the 10th centuries, don’t keep clinging on the awful terrible system and it’s past, dude, see the future in front of you, and try to be positive about progressive changes. You know what happened to a world who refused to change? Yeah man look at Anor Londo, everything rot there. And have we ever heard about terrible accident that was caused by mages from College of Enchanters? Or by any mages at all? NO ONE EVER CONFIRMED THAT FREE MAGES OF THE SOUTH WRECKED HAVOC ALL ACROSS THEDAS, BECAUSE THE FREE MAGES DIDN’T DO ANYTHING AT ALL. AND THE MAGES HAS BEEN FREE FOR TWO YEARS! COLLEGE OF ENCHANTERS HAS BEEN OPERATING FOR TWO YEARS WITHOUT ANYONE ENSLAVED AND JAILED THEM Hey man, i gave you straight fact that mages being free is the best choice to support, and facts that nothing bad happened with mages being free, so your theory and your fear (that actually is just wrong, and it’s sounds kinda like paranoia to be honest Persecution is really stupid, that’s why it’s called persecution in the first place. HA!

ANDERS WAS, RIGHT!

‘Terrorist’ is a term that can be overused and utilized by people in power to demean and demonized freedom fighter/Resistance movement against tyranny.

https://mllemaenad.tumblr.com/search/is+anders+terrorist%3F

There’s fuck tons examples of people who were falsely accused as terrorists by tyrannical power to labeled them as a danger and to demonize them, while ‘the terrorist’ who fight for equality and freedom were demanding their people to be treated like a human, and they wanted equal rights.

examples:

[ I am an Indonesian btw, so I knew personally some stuff about dictator and dictatorship government]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgwS_FMZ3nQ&ab_channel=PhilosophyTube

https://www.britannica.com/event/resistance-European-history

https://www.thejakartapost.com/academia/2020/09/07/long-road-to-see-justice-over-munirs-murder.html

As an Indonesian woman, our people were oppressed by many European nations, from Dutch To British to French and Portuguese, our nations were stripped and reduced to mere colonies of European powers, our people were enslaved in their own lands, woman raped and children murdered, then after Dutch leave, because Hitler almost sunk their nation during WWII, Japan fucking invaded our land and then enslaved us again!

Japan lost the world war alongside with its axis allies, YAAY! We are free, but wait, the Dutch Empire was such a baby they wanted their ‘toys’ , they fucking demanded the allies to helped them invaded Indonesia again because in the eye of Dutch Empire we are nothing but their slaves to be milked dry and taken advantages of, but we fought back! And now all Indonesian people from children to the elderly are free!

Did Indonesian people won their freedom and built their nation with being subservient and asked nicely?

FUCK NO, blood was spilled and heads were cut, a lot of head, but at least now generations upon generations of Indonesian people will never taste the brutality of slavery and how does it feel to be enslaved. Our first president was considered as a menace and a terrorist by Dutch Royalty, he was imprisoned in isolation but managed to escape over and over again!

But wait, if any person who rebelled against the government regardless of their intentions can be labeled as a terrorist *gasp* IS THAT MEAN GEORGE FUCKING WASHINGTON WAS A TERRORIST?! Apparently, by British Empire standards, he was.

The guy and his friends waged a war against the crown, because British Empire keep treated American colony like shit, from the perspective of King George, Washington was a piece of shit who kept ruined his country and his colonies, but boi Americans would be angry if someone called Washington a terrorist right? Because for them, Washington's struggle and rebellion were righteous.

YOU CAN’T SIMPLY USE THE LABEL OF ‘TERRORIST’ TO CONDEMN ANDERS AND HIS ACTIONS WITHOUT EVEN UNDERSTAND HIS MOTIVE.

Because if you keep doing then, in your perspective every single freedom fighter who rebelled against cruelty and tyranny should be condemned?

We are talking about what is a ‘terrorist’ here, and if you want to label someone as a terrorist then you have to read their manifesto, understand their motive, try to hear what they wanted to say, and understand the core of ideas behind their rebellion.

Here’s the thing, will you call the Stonewall riot as an act of terrorism? ( i presume from your blog description you are a supporter of LGBT right? )

What about Joachim Ronnenberg? A man who leads a daring raid against Nazi Germany nuclear weapon factory had the german succeded in their efforts, we might have read devastating histories about the nuclear bomb that destroyed London like what happened to Nagasaki and Hiroshima.

From the perspective of Nazi Germany...This guy wasis a terrorist and an enemy!

But it feels so wrong to describe freedom fighter as a terrorist right? How could we label people who resist nazi Germany as a terrorist?!

Because we know, despite the casualties, despite everything that happened, what they did was right, and they needed to fight back.

Allies marched to Berlin was the right thing to do, American colonies rebelled despite they knew that a lot of people will die in war, but have you ever condemned the founding father and his people for their rebellion? Or argued that it wasn’t necessary for them to rebelled. Soekarno wars and rebellion against dutch colonists and invaders cannot be condemned, because objectively, no one should support slavery and colonization of other nations.

French people were so sick and tired of their nobilities and royalties bullshit to the point they cut off their own monarch head, but they were right, because French Monarchy was corrupt and incompetent, while nobles and royalties were feasting and drinking as if there’s no tomorrow, poor people in French can’t even afford bread.

Trans and Gay people who fight back and demonstrated against injustice was right, the woman who demonstrated and rioted against the oppressive system and patriarchy was right.

WE KNEW DEEP DOWN THEIR CAUSE ARE NOT EVIL, OR CONDEMNABLE, THEIR CAUSES ARE OBJECTIVELY RIGHT!

But what if it were someone like Adolf Hitler who hmmm rebelled against the Weimar Republic, back before his raises to power around 1920-1923, I’m sure that you are familiar with his Beer Hall Putsch, when he held 14 mass meetings in Germany, for the nazi it was a historical moment, ‘a glorious resistance against the weak and incompetent Weimar Republic’

For his supporter it was glorious, but despite their best efforts to convinced themselves that they were right, WE KNEW HE WAS NOT RIGHT, Nazi was god awful.

What is the core idea of nazism? (I'm going to compare it with socialism/communism because some people keep saying that communism is just like nazi, and it's absolutely wrong)

https://www.britannica.com/topic/communism/Marxian-communism

https://www.britannica.com/event/Nazism

They are very different. Ya see despite some people who keep yelling that communist is just nazism by any other name. ( and I’m not a communist)

Adolf Hitler might see himself as a savior, a martyr, and his party also people who supported him

richard spencer, see himself as a ‘liberator’ and voice of white people, but behind all of his fucking bullshit, his core ideas are just Naziism, he is a nazi, Richard Spencer is a white supremacist so does any other alt-right edge lord on the internet who insisted that they are not nazi, despite the fact they fucking followed nazi ideologies and practiced hatred ( btw nazi ideology is based on white supremacist and eugenic ideologies too, so what’s the difference really?” Nazi is white supremacists and white supremacists will always be a nazi)

Alright and how all of it ties back to Anders and mage rebellion, you might ask, ‘why did you write about histories lessons that I already knew about?’

Well templar child, it’s all lead back

TO THE CORE OF ANDERS IDEAS AND MANIFESTO AND WHY HIS IDEOLOGIES/BELIEVES AND MAGES REBELLION WAS ON THE FREAKING RIGHT SIDE.

I wrote that fucking long-ass paragraphs so people will be able to differentiate the righteous kind of rebellion (or ‘terrorism’ from the perspective of the power/oppressors) and the god-awful kind of rebellion/terrorism.

Because instead of listening and learning about what anders wanted, some people are often so fixated on the semantic of the word ‘terrorist’ and got too distracted by that stupid chantry explosion. THE CHANTRY EXPLODED IS THE SAME KIND OF THING IF HITLER OR STALIN’S OFFICE too

People died? Yeah so does people who died during USA war against British Empire, was it terrible that people died? Yeah it was terrible but just like what i wrote before, the rebellion had to happened. And you said that he killed hundreds? Huh the numbers was never 100% confirmed because i don't think Isabela count the bodies, and second we cannot be sure about numbers of the casualties, because we never really see ALL them in the first place. And actually arent Hero of Ferelden, Hawke and Inquisitor killed SO MANY PEOPLE? What about The Dragonborn? No to mention that in their journey they also destroyed private and public property and killed so many god damn animals to the point they could have been the reason why some species of animals are endangered. And no one ever protest or raised a fuss when heroes killed tons of people. Arent templar and chantry also killed and tortured so many people? What about mages who were killed or made tranquil for the past 1000 years? What about mages who committedcommited suicide like Orsino friend who locked herself in a closet then set herself on fire? Because she no longer can’t stand living in Kirkwall Circle prison? What about Anders friends who often committedcommited suicide because what templar did to them and that lead to severe depression? What about mages and elves who were hunted down and killed just because they escaped from their circle prison, they were killed by order of the chnatry and templar cut them down with their sword? What about Elves of Dales who died because Orlais wanted to expand its fucking territoryterrtotry and justified their racial superiority? Chantry and templar supported that. What about Karl who asked Anders to killed him because he preferred to die rather than be a tranquil again? Or captured by templar again? TEMPLAR AND CHANTRY COMMITED MORE CRIMES FOR THE PAST 1000 YEARS MORE THAN ANY PERSON DID, THE TEMPLAR AND CHANTRY MURDERED, ENLSAVED, TORTURED AND IMPRISON PEOPLE ALSO SUPPORTED GENOCIDE FOR 1000 YEARS! IF WE CALCULATED NUMBERS OF PEOPLE WHO DIED BY THE CHANTRY ORDER AND TEMPLAR SWORDS, IT’S MORE THAN FREAKING MILLIONS! ANDERS DID WHAT HE DID TO FREE THE MAGES AND FUTURE MAGES CHILDREN, SAME THING WITH FIONA AND THE MAGES WHO REBELLED TO FREE THEMSELVES AND FOR THE FUTURE OF MAGES, THEY ALSO REBELLED FOR FUTURE MAGES FREEDOM, THEY REBELLED FOR THE FREEDOM OF PEOPLE (because unlike what noodle and chantry said and spread, mages are PEOPLE!) so what are you saying again? HUH ? what is your justification? What is your defense? CHANTRY AND TEMPLAR CRIMES CANNOT BE DEFENDED! If you justified Templar and chantry crimes then THE EVANURIS AND TEVINTER and the stupid qun ideals can be justified too? From OBJECTIVE perspective Anders ideology WAS RIGHT! HE AND THE MAGES BELONG WITH THE RIGHTEOUS REBELS. Let’s compare chantry/templar mentality and moral vs mages and elves believes and pursuit of freedom.

Let’s see examples of chantry/templar mentality based on evidence and popular opinion in Thedas that was forced by The chantry to people head.

1. The interpretation of chant of light that mages and nonhuman are abhorred by the maker, and they are ‘evil’ and corrupt’ i must remind you that MODERN and RELEVANT andrastianism in modern Thedas, has twisted whatever Andraste said and they strayed so far away from what andraste possibly could have wanted.

What if Maferath Betrayal was not based on maliciousness? Or not just based on maliciousness? What if Andraste was truly a mage? The chantry lied about Shartan, the chantry fucking lied about Ameridan, if there’s one IRONIC TRUTH about the chantry, they lied, they twisted story and histories for their political power and their gains.

the whole ‘magic must serve man and not rule over him’ was purposely misinterpreted to fucking justify drakon fucking fanfic holy book, and his campaign to conquer the rest of Thedas. And the chant verses were twisted as a stupid and terrible justification to demonize and enslaved mages and elves in circle towers.

In a nutshell that chant actually said that magic is a gift that should not be used for terrible deeds. But andrastian changed the meaning and twisted their own prophet words to enslave and oppressed southern mages.

2. The chantry believes about Everything that related to the fade/spirits/ or demon are dangerous and inherently evil, I ALWAYS LAUGHED MY ASS OFF, whenever templar/chantry/andrastian/non mages spouting hateful shits about the fade and spirits, it’s incredibly ironic, because there’s an implication that ALL PEOPLE who were not made by Titans (dwarves was made by titan) were spirits from the fade who ‘created body from the earth’ after they descended to the material world.

The evanuris, first of elven people, Solas and his people were spirits, it can be safely assumed that modern elves, humans and qunari in their truest form are spirits as well.

I think during his personal quest, All New Faded forFor Her, Aka The Dreadwolf Fen’harel, Solas has explained the truth about what human, elves and qunari truly are and what is their true form would be once they are died ( if they are not a remarkable person then they will simply be lost to the fade )

Besides it’s the chantry who spread hateful and ignorant propaganda about evil of spirits/demons, the fact that chantry spread such misinformed propaganda and derailed hates of the fade and spirit into people mind actually is one of the reasons why demons and unwilling possession as modern thedas know it exists, I know Cole explained that spirit who crossed from the fade to the world was simply traumatized by their journey, the veil hurt them ( we can blame Solas for that) rules in the material world is just confusing, the earth and it’s mostly inflexible and unchanging rules confused them.

But if The fade can be bend and shaped by powerful dreamer/mages/ dreams and believes of people. That means...Demons were also created by The chantry ignorant and hateful propaganda. If many people believed that spirits are dangerous or ‘they are demon’, that spirits and the fade are scary then that’s how they will manifest.

The fade and spirit can be influenced by people's collective beliefs and perceptions. That’s mean it also The chantry and their dogmatic backward propaganda that made spirit/demon as we know it today, I mean for some reason Cole called himself a ‘demon’? While the boy was never corrupted nor twisted from his true nature, i think it’s because people perception of him and spirit. The chantry dogmatic believes backfired on their own face. rule about

3. Blind devotion to Orlais Chantry, theThe chantry foundation was made of bones upon bones and blood, emperor kordilius drakon butchered many cults and stamped out any non-andrastian religion or branch of andrastianism that didn’t conform to his cult believes so he can establish his cult of andraste as the dominant religious power in southern thedas or thedas in general.

The Daughters of Song

Wine. Music. Poetry. And the wanton and frenzied indulgence of carnal fancies. These things characterized the hedonistic cult known as the Daughters of Song. Calling them an order of the faithful lends them a legitimacy they do not deserve. The daughters (and sons, though they saw themselves also as "daughters") celebrated Andraste's holy union with the Maker in almost every way imaginable. And it was only the "holy union" they venerated. Andraste's life, her war, her teachings, and her sacrifice were blithely ignored.

At its height, the Daughters of Song numbered in the thousands. They maintained a stronghold in a village called Virelay, in the Fields of Ghislain. Virelay saw a yearly event during which the Daughters of Song paraded carven images of the "Maker's Glory" through the square.The Daughters of Song were wiped out by the righteous forces of Emperor Drakon during his campaigns to unite all of Orlais. When the emperor's forces sacked the village, the Daughters would not arm themselves and were either killed or captured. The village was destroyed, and the cult never recovered.—From Before Andrastianism: the Forgotten Faiths by Sister Rondwyn of Tantervale

HA! Blithely ignored her fucking war and ‘sacrifice’ is much better than using the story of andraste life as propaganda and tools to conquer, murder, enslaved, and wiped out groups of people who didn’t buy to your shit.

The daughter of the songs was not a cult of a sex-crazed hedonist, they were another group of pacifist andraste cult who didn’t do anything wrong at all (seems like they were peaceful, they didn’t even willing to armed themselves when Drakon butchered their people) and they just wanted to be left alone to their own device, but of course Drakon, that egotistical bastard who sees himself as a martyr and narcissistic self-proclaimed holy man, so he put any people who didn’t want to listen to his bullshit to sword.

The chantry and Orlais using their god, their prophet words, and their religion as a bludgeoning tool to conquer and forcefully converted people, the foundation of modern andrastianism religion was based drakon totalier philosophy his ambitions to rule all of Thedas.

Ironically if there are people who smeared and desecrate andraste and the maker, its their followers.

This kind of religious militant mentality has ledlead to people justification of exalted march, because they thought that they were doing it for the maker, they believed that the march is the maker works, anyoneany one who supported exalted march were so convinced that they were right to spilled so many blood and butchered so many people for their religious zealotry (and political ambition of their rulers but eh peasant rarely know anything about what happened in winter palace right?)

if you supported exalted march of dales or exalted march against mages then.... As a Muslim i just want to say, what’re the differences between exalted march and Christian crusade? And we know that Crusade was a waste of resources and lives or ISIS ambition for expansionism?

Military and Religion is a dangerous and scary combination. And I can’t comprehend why any modern human could be so thirsty and horny to destroy other people's nations for their religion and their interpretation of their religion. and let me remind you again, the chantry and templar supported this mentality and often using the maker as a reason and justification of their terrible deeds. The chantry refusal to acknowledge and respect different kind of andrastian religion and their outright rejection of different religion lead them to wiped out pre-chantry andrastian cult aka their own brethren and destruction of The dales, destruction and deaths of so many dalish clan, prejudice and bigotry against qunari and dwarves. and we don’t have to talk about what happen to old god religion worshipper. Y’know sounds like dark age church and their obsessions to stamped out any kind of ‘heresy’ , you like that shit? You supported it? EWWWW. D: 4. Templar and Chantry brainwashed people to be hateful bigot, I don’t care about any kind of justification or ‘positive deeds’ that andrastianism has done, a thousandthousands years of proofs and facts has proven that most of the time they spreading bigotry and hate for their own political power and gains, the chantry instilled intolerance on people mind and using terror as a way to control population of Thedas, people except for the ruling class are live in uncertainty and fear, we might see peasant in thedas just living their simple life, but if the temple and chantry find out that they are doing anything ‘suspicious’ or they hide their relatives who can use magic then that’s it, their life will end by chantry order and Templar sword, not to mention that the chantry bigoted cheating also lead to these kind of situation, remember that mage who were murdered in the storm coast by villager? She died because the chantry brainwashed people to hates on anything non-human and to hate on mages. NOW THE MAGES, let’s take a look at the mages and elves. 1.The mages and elves just wanted to be free and to be treated as an equal in society, not as a walking weapon to be enslaved and imprisoned and not as a servant/slave to non-mage human (or in tevinter and the qun not as a slave in general for elves and mages too who suffer under the qun ) if anyone supporting an ideology or people who deny other people rights, BASIC RIGHTS, then all of you fucktard can rot in hell. 2. Fiona, despite the chantry and Templar oppressed and enslaved her people for must I remind you again 1000 year! Fiona Was still willing to let other fraternities and other circles to vote, whenever they wanted to follow her rebellion or not, AND THE SOUTHREN MAGES CHOSE TO REBELED AND FOLLOWING HER! 3. Now mages freedom is canon, the mages now have their own government and they rule over themselves( college of enchanters) and they never try to enslave, oppress, brutalize and hurt non mages 4. Now Briala rule in Orlais, she could help to keep: 1. Remember that mage who died in Gaspard on leash and preventing him from invading other nations, not to mention that she definetly

Oh, Solas where are thou ~

Now about Solas and the veil, we might speculate to our heart content about Solas plans and what he might do in the future, but to be honest, truth to be told, NO ONE EXACTLY KNOW what is his actual plan for the evanuris, for the blight, for titans and to tear m down the veil. We only have morsels of information about his plans from trespasser, and Tevinter night (also from the leaks). Who knew maybe Solas plan will ironically save the world? Doomed it? Saved some people? Only doomed half of the world? Will the world end? Or survive? Now i want all magic to come back but without have to kill millions of people in Thedas, Because it will solve non-mages vs mages problem, everybody will be mages and the centuries of problems will be solved, not to mention that with the minuscule amounts of magic Thedas physical world now have, people seemed to slowly devolving, being cut from magic of the fade is not only horrible for mages but also for non- mages (Because the fade is the sources of power and life itself, not to mention that Solas referred to it as ‘The sea of souls’ in Tevinter Nights) Here’s the thing, with or without Solas even waking up from his long sleep, i think The veil will be destroyed either way, here’s the evidences that supported my theories (But i still have no idea about What exactly will happen just like many other people out there ) Sandal Prophercy: “Sandal: One day the magic will come back. All of it. Everyone will be just like they were. The shadows will part, and the skies will open wide. When he rises, everyone will see.” Grand Duchess Florianne: “ A great CHANGE is coming for all of us lord seeker lucius: “ We created a decaying world, and fought to preserve it even as it crumbled, we had to be stopped” Kieran: “My mother is the inheritor of the next age” Mythal: WE HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT WHAT SOLAS PLAN IS, what is he going to do with other evanuris? What bout the titans? What about mythal? and ghilan’nain creatures that has been slowly emerge from the sea? What about the blight and darkspawn? I feel like Solas wouldn’t be the true next main villain, he wouldn’t be Corypheus 2.0, why? Because unlike the blight or Corypheus, Solas have important relationship with The inquisitor, while most any other fucking villain have little to no relationship with heroes. So here Solas quote from Tevinter Nights: His look pinned her “I have no choice.What I am doing will save this world, and those like you- the elves who are still remain-may find it better, when it is done.” Solas might call himself “Prideful, hot headed and foolish.” but he’s not a fucking idiot, he wouldn’t just tear down the veil just to bing elven glory back, there must be something bigger behind his motives, like the evanuris and well titans I don’t want to say much about the possible consequences of what might Solas do, because frankly we don’t know anything about it. It is possible tho that the veil destruction will be the same thing just like the fifth blight, mage and elves vs Templar and chantry/human war, Corypheus rises and fall and the fucking explosion of both Kirkwall chantry and temple of sacred ashes, it just going to happen, it is what fucking it is man. To quote Steve Jobs “One more thing” Patrick fucking Weekes and their wife supporting mage and mage rights MEANWHILE... if you could live anywhere in Thedas, where would you live? PATRICK: I would live in Rivain. Because Rivain is not as hung up on magic, because they have seers who let themselves get possessed... they also have a relatively peaceful relationship with the Qun. And they're kind of a melting pot and multicultural... they're a place where a lot of different cultures come together. And also? Beachfront property. KARIN: I was just gonna say... if you need further justification, they get to say, "I want to live on the beach."

Yeah, that was a really good one. Okay, moving on: Mages or Templars? PATRICK and KARIN (in unison): Mage

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Taliesin’s Apothecary and Bookery (Part II)

I lied, this will be three parts

Jack bid the customer a good day as the woman—a true practitioner—head out the door with a bag full of potion ingredients and a new journal. The bell fell silent, leaving him alone once more in the dimly lit shop. Really, he should get the lighting upgraded to something this century, but then the place would lose some of the charming ambiance. That, and the preteens looking for the cliché occultic shop would turn up their noses at something so modern. Shaking his head, Jack check the clock and nearly groaned. He still had another two hours until closing time and from his experience, only the truly desperate or drunk would come in on a Wednesday night.

“By the gods, do I miss Toothless at times like these,” Jack muttered to himself, pausing as he thought how long it had been since the scrawny too young Hiccup had come through those doors. It couldn’t have been more than a decade ago, right? Then again, he’d commented on the lack of snowfall this season only for an elderly man to point out to him that it was the middle of summer. Time just had a way slipping by the immortal too easy without having a something to measure it against. Maybe he should take that vacation.

Running a hand through snow white locks, Jack searched the Taliesin’s Apothecary and Bookery for something to do and when he found everything in its place, felt at a loss. There was some bookkeeping that he could work on, but that could wait till morning and he just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. So, the eternal teen snapped his fingers, allowing his magic to pull a random book from his personal collection safely tucked away in an air tight hold three hundred feet below the surface where Berk used to reside before the Barbaric Archipelago was lost to the seas.

A thin book bound with stiff twine fell into his hands, throwing up a cloud of dust and producing a sneeze that had the lights flickering. Grumbling, Jack rubbed his nose and willed the dust and grime from the tattered vellum pages. He didn’t recognize the book, but that wasn’t saying anything as he’d squirrelled away far too many dangerous artifacts that were better off being forgotten and he was just about to send the book back in exchange for another when he noticed faded writing unlike the words seared into the vellum near the bottom.

Running a finger across the words had the charcoal runes brought back as if they were just written.

“Oh,” the breath left him as he traced the long-forgotten language in familiar scrawls. “That idiot desecrated a rare manuscript with his notes.”

A small smile spread across his as he flipped through the pages, allowing his magic to bring back the charcoal runes that had faded with time. They contrasted greatly with the aged, yellow pages of the vellum but it was pure when compared to the unhallowed images and words originally seared into the book.

Jack stopped when he found a quire shoved in between two pages, its age not nearly as old as the book but a priceless artifact to mortals. It was priceless to him as well, but for another reason, because each rune etched onto the pages was done in the same familiar scrawl, describing a firsthand account of what happened when the write dared to perform a ritual from the book.

…I would not recommend breathing in the incense mixture detailed in the manuscript if one could help it. The smell is repulsive alone but when combined with the blood of an innocent, I nearly lost my supper, if I had indeed eaten anything before this ill-conceived plan.

Still, it took me a better part of an hour to recreate the diagram as shown with the freshly spilled blood of an innocent. I must confess that I could not bring myself to sacrifice a child as depicted, but the text specified only that it be the freshly drawn blood of an innocent and I could find nothing more innocent than the sickly lamb abandoned by its mother. It would not last the winter and I feel I was doing it a mercy…

Taking a step back, the young man took one final look around the faintly lit cavern, making sure the sheep’s blood hadn’t been smeared as he lit the last of the candle that added to the already sickening odor lingering in the air.

“Well Bud, it looks like it’s ready,” Hiccup said, whipping his blood-stained hands on his trousers. Astrid would kill him such—a chief needed to look his best—if this didn’t kill him first. Or, he might make it out alive with a lack of a claim to his own soul. He wasn’t sure which, the scripts he read were rather old and he wasn’t sure if he’d translated everything correctly. Fishlegs would have been better at it, but he would have gone to Astrid and they’d try to stop him. He couldn’t allow them to stop him, his soul was a small price to pay, it would all be worth it in the end.

Toothless didn’t like it either but Hiccup couldn’t have reached the desolated island without him. The dragon let his displeasure be known throughout the whole ordeal from flying them through the storm to him burning the incense and slaughtering the lamb. Even know he was grumbling, but Toothless didn’t tried to stop him.

“I know you don’t like it, but I have to. I just can’t… Not without him,” Hiccup muttered, stroking the dragon’s head. Acid green eyes dulled and with ear-plates pressed up against his head, Toothless nudged him towards the smaller blood drawn circle. “Thanks, Bud.”

Steeling himself, the young chief stepped into the circle, book in hand. The words fell from his lips, chunky and halted despite his earlier attempts at practice. Though, they did not seem to be hindering the spell as the smoke drew inwards, the candles wavered but didn’t go out as a thick grey cloud formed over the top of the lamb’s carcass.

A clamp not unlike thunder boomed as a gust of wind exploded outwards in all directions, extinguishing the candles and nearly knocking him over if not for Toothless’s steadying presence at his back.

“Who Dares To Summon Me?” a booming voice resonated as something—something big—rose up over the smoke. The massive being towered above him, hunching over in the limited space provided by the cavern. White hair tipped in blood floated in the air as if it was water as the being’s grotesque features twisted into a horrid scowl that had blue lips nearly invisible. The horns protruding from the creature’s cranium were alarming due to the blood trailing from them into haunting eyes, turning the sclera into a pool of crimson.

Gulping down the fear surging to the surface, the young chief stood tall. “I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, dare to summon you, Demon.”

The demon searched the cavern before looking down to meet determined green eyes. “You? Do Not Make Me Laugh. Begone With You, Puny Mortal, And Let Me Return To My Realm.”

“No. I have summoned you here for a reason. I offer a trade.”

“A Trade?” the demon laughed, the sound shaking the whole cavern, causing a few stalactites to fall from above. “Foolish Mortal, There Is Nothing You Could Offer—"

“My soul.” That put an end to the laughter.

“A Human Soul? A Tempting Offer And What Would You Want In Trade For Such?”

“My father’s life,” the silence that stretch on had Hiccup fidgeting under the intense stare and he couldn’t prevent himself from rambling. “My father, Stoick the Vast, he—he died protecting my mother from Drago Bludvist. We didn’t even know she was alive until a few days before that and I’ve never seen Dad so happy—so in love, until he saw her again. They’ve spent so long a part, both of them heartbroken, still very much in love only to lose it all again mere days after finding one another again—”

The young chief trailed off as a hiccup like sob filled the room. Vivid green eyes blinked, not to hold back the tears threatening to fall but to clear his vision. Not that it did any good seeing as the massive demon before him was sobbing with tears trailing from is eyes. There was a loud pop and the cloud of smoke disappeared along with demonic being leaving behind a small white-haired boy with tears falling trailing down pale cheeks from shimmering blue eyes.

“You would give your soul for your parents’ happiness?” the teen—who looked to be no more than a few years younger than himself—asked, his voice small and silvery, nothing like the booming timber before. Blinking, Hiccup could do no more than nod his head, least his mouth useless hang open. “I—I just can’t! I can’t take your soul! You’re too pure.”

“Hey, now, don’t cry,” Hiccup wasn’t quite sure what was happening. This was not how he expected things to go. He expected Toothless to be hissing and growling, for his life to be exchanged for that of his father’s. He was not expecting whatever this was and Toothless was not helping matters. The Night Fury having abandon his side in favor of investigating the crying demon—was he even a demon?—only for the teen to throw his arms around a startled Toothless’s neck and sob in to the dragon’s side. “I—I’m not sure what’s happening.”

“Why would you try to summon a demon?! You idiot! You’d be eaten alive in Hell. You don’t deserve that,” the white-haired teen angrily whipped the tears from his face to scold him.

“Aren’t…aren’t you a demon?”

“Yes,” the demon hissed out before stalling and shrinking in on himself. “Well, no…I’m a cambion. The Offspring of a Daughter of Man and a Son of the Fallen and yet, I am neither. I am bound to walk this earth for all eternity as Heaven would not accept an abomination as me and I have not the…criteria to gain admittance to Hell. But I’m trying! If I get a human soul, I’ll surely be allowed in…then I won’t be alone anymore.”

Hiccup didn’t think he was supposed to hear the last part but he had. “You can have my soul—”

“No, no, no! I can’t! I can’t be the reason a soul as bright as yours suffers in Hell! I Refuse Your Trade!” white hair whipped back and forth as the teen shook his head vigorously in denial. “I—just go. Please. Take your dragon and your sheep and go.”

The chief opened his mouth to point out he didn’t want to go, especially if he had to take a dead sheep with him. Before he could, the cambion raised his hand and snapped. The world tilted and he was suddenly back on Berk with Toothless by his side and a not dead lamb squirming in his arms. Immediately, he set the little guy down and watched as it happily began to eat the lush green grass.

Not far from him the blue-eyed teen sat, looking solemn for all of two seconds before white hair was frantically flying about again.

“What? How? Why am I here?” the silvery voice screeched.

“Uh…I might have also casted a Bidding Spell? Or, at least I think it was a Bidding Spell,” Hiccup answered, running a hand through his hair.

“You did what?”

Hiccup found himself opening his mouth to explain himself but he was once more, not given the chance.

“Hiccup, what did you do?!”

The young chief couldn’t stop himself from whirling on his heels to face the incoming angry form of his—very much alive—father.

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A jiggle of the bell pulled Jack’s out of the past and back into the present. He hadn’t known Hiccup—the first incarnation of Hiccup—had recorded the events which had transpired that fateful day. It wasn’t something he tended to think about often, but seeing them written from Hiccup’s view had reawakened something inside him. Reminded him that the loneness he felt now was the same he felt all those years ago. A loneness that a young chief and his Night Fury were able to chase away. Tucking the manuscript back into the book, he discretely banished back to the keep and greeted the late night customer. A fond smile lingering on his lips.

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Blood of the Eagle, Lion, and Deer (evil!Byleth AU)

AU Masterlist Here!

Withering Flower - Chapter 6

With time running short as the Javelin of Liberation already en route to Garreg Mach, Edelgard, Claude, Rhea, and Dimitri form an unofficial alliance to take down the Knights of Nemesis.

They all converge onto Gronder Field.

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The Elites of the Fell Star Journal - “The Battle of Gronder Field”

What I remember about Gronder Field... It was hot, it was muddy, chaotic.

Nothing at all like the previous battles.

Of course that's pretty much the way it was for all of us, wasn't it?

All the experiments, all those years of training...it doesn't really prepare you for all the screaming or the blood, does it?

Frankly I'm still amazed we ever made it through the first few minutes, never-mind the first hour.

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1 Day Later after Chapter 5...

Byleth walked alongside his men as they transported the Javelin of Liberation to Garreg Mach. It was in a large metal container being carried by several horses on a cart.

Almost half his forces were here to defend the cart with their lives. He would have been at Garreg Mach fortifying it for an attack, but he did not anticipate Shamir and Alois going rogue.

Though in hindsight, he should have.

Regardless, there was no point in wishing what could have been.

All of this was going to end soon, his plans would be set in motion.

But for now, he was anticipating the arrival of all four factions. He was hoping to slip by unnoticed, but realistically they’d be here any minute now.

And sure enough.

Three armies peered over the horizon bearing Blue, Red, and Yellow banners.

Another army appeared to the hill Byleth was going to escape in, bearing a silver banner.

It was near the House Leaders’ armies that he saw something peculiar.

Shamir, Leonie and Alois were there.

...Leonie.

He had expected to see Shamir and Alois, but he didn't think to see her again.

She was supposed to be dead and yet...

(Byleth) "Percy."

He unsheathed the Sword of the Creator and heard footsteps.

(Percy) "Sir."

Though he looked calm, Byleth could see in the corner of his eye that he was shaking.

(Byleth) "You willingly come to me, knowing what's about to happen?"

(Percy) "I'm proud to have served in the Knights of Nemesis, but I will also not turn my back on my friends. I am ready to accept my fate, sir."

(Byleth) "...You were a good kid, Percy."

(Percy) "Thank you sir. It's been an honor."

With a swift strike, he slashed at Percy's chest, with him falling to the ground. Byleth had no time to mourn the loss.

With the upcoming battle, there was more of his own that would fall.

...

Byleth had just killed one of his own soldiers.

Even though they were so far away, Leonie could tell exactly who it was.

(Leonie) “Percy...”

Alois and Shamir lowered their heads in respect, but put their hands on the hilts of their weapons as Shamir unsheathed her bow.

(Alois) “We’ll make sure his death isn’t in vain, Leonie.”

(Leonie) “Thank you...”

(Shamir) “Look sharp. They’re getting into formation.”

...

Rhea saw the House Leaders stare at her, and she responded with a nod.

The Knights of Seiros were ready.

...

The Generals of their respective armies stood side by side.

(Judith) “Well, this is an alright battlefield to die in.”

(Gilbert) “Very optimistic...”

(Death Knight) “Realistic. Who knows what Nemesis will be throwing at us here.”

(Rodrigue) “If I can protect my son and our future for the Kingdom...I’ll be all right with this.”

(Gilbert) “Annette...Hmph. I agree.”

(Death Knight) “...”

He slowly looked over to Mercedes.

...

Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude walked up to the front together, surveying the area.

Edelgard couldn’t help but feel a sad tinge of nostalgia.

[Between Heaven and Earth - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

(Edelgard) “Years ago we fought here as classmates…”

(Dimitri) “And now, we stand together against someone who was once a friend.”

(Claude) “As far as big class reunions go, this one’s got to be the worst one in history…”

(Rhea) “There is to be no mercy for these heretics. Do I make myself clear?”

(Catherine) “Crystal.”

(Seteth) “Loud and clear.”

(Alois) “If we are to die today, then we die doing the right thing.”

(Shamir) “Something we should have done long ago…”

(Leonie) “Alois, Shamir. It’s been an honor.”

(Byleth) “I never wanted it to come to this. I’d have much preferred if we were able to find a way to work together but…Wishing for friendship was a foolish thing for what I have done.”

(Rhea) “KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!”

(Edelgard, Dimitri, Claude) “FOR PEACE!”

(Leonie, Alois, Shamir) “FOR THOSE WHO HAVE PERISHED, WE DIE IN GLORY!”

(Byleth) “WE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF NEMESIS, AND WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!”

And so, the Battle of Gronder had begun.

The first forces to begin the fight were Rhea's.

Soldiers charged in, swords and lances raised high straight towards Byleth.

(Riddhe) "What is she doing, her men must know this is suicide!"

(Byleth) "That's exactly why she's sending them in. She'll stop at nothing to kill us. Direct the men while I'm out there."

(Riddhe) "Yes, sir!"

(Byleth) "Since she's so insistent on throwing her life away, MAGES! RELEASE THE WOLVES! BEASTS, IGNORE THE FIGHT AND GET THE CART TO GARREG MACH AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!"

The Javelin of Liberation then began being dragged by several demonic beasts. At the speed they were going, they'd be long gone once the fight was over.

However, this now meant they would only have very few heavy hitters on the field and Byleth decided against pulling his trump card out yet, it was too early.

And Byleth was not going to summon more, if the worst case scenario happened, he needed to save the magic for warping him and his army out of the fight.

He furrowed his brow and decided to observe the battle for now.

Byleth was far back enough from the fight to worry about snipers, and his position was heavily fortified.

He was going to determine when direct intervention was necessary.

Soldiers took the horses from the cart and charged them straight towards the House Leaders. They were joined by other squads of cavalry, meeting the Empire's and Kingdom's head on.

Squads of Mages began casting a large circle around them and after a few seconds, the circle started to glow into a bright light, summoning forth several demonic beasts.

2 giant wolves spawned from the circle, and charged into the Knights of Seiros, crushing and ripping apart any soldier they came across.

(Edelgard) "Rhea, that idiot! She's going to break up our formation walking right into him like that!"

(Dimitri) "Nemesis and his commander are moving to meet us head on!"

(Claude) "I'll be moving to reinforce Rhea before they get overrun by those wolves."

Edelgard and Dimitri nodded and advanced with their soldiers as the Alliance forces moved to flank from the sides.

(Claude) "Stick to the trees and make them come to us!"

Edelgard motioned her soldiers toward the enemy, and turned to Hubert.

(Edelgard) "Take the Strike Force and help the Blue Lions take care of the commander! I will be on the frontlines with Prince Dimitri! Do NOT engage the professor!"

(Hubert) "Understood. You heard Lady Edelgard, move out!"

...

(Alois) “TAKE IT DOWN!”

Seteth's wyvern grabbed one of the wolves by the neck and bit into its eye as it was being distracted by Alois and Catherine.

Using Thunderbrand, she stabbed it into the other eye, making the beast stop, and having Alois deliver the final blow with an axe to the neck, forcing it down.

Another wolf was about to charge them, being interrupted by a hail of arrows, making it grind to a halt as it fell over.

Catherine, Alois, and Seteth looked back at the trees and nodded, a gesture of thanks to Claude and continued to move towards the Mages.

(Claude) "Keep the pressure on those beasts and watch out for any more that might come in!"

(Hilda) "Claude, we'll be moving in from behind to catch them off guard."

(Claude) "Be careful then, and strike hard and get out of there!"

The Golden Deer students stuck to the trees as Claude kept watch.

Rhea slit the throat of a soldier before setting another on fire with her spell.

Catherine and Seteth barely managed to catch up with her as she continued to slaughter any who tried to attack her.

Alois stayed behind picking off any of the stragglers.

Seteth splitting a soldier in half with his axe as Catherine cut one down, they both turned to her.

(Catherine) "Lady Rhea, you need to stand back!"

(Seteth) "Catherine is right, it's too dangerous! We don't know what else might-"

(Rhea) "I DO NOT CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO ME! THAT CHILD WILL DIE BY MY HANDS IF IT MEANS I WILL HAVE TO LOSE EVERY OUNCE OF BLOOD IN MY BODY!"

(Seiros Knight) "F-FORCES ARE WARPING IN FROM BE-"

The soldier with them was electrocuted and fell to the floor.

All three of them saw a squad of mages teleport in, and fired wave after wave of fireballs at them.

Before Catherine and Rhea could react, Seteth pushed them out of the way with his wyvern, making them tumble over and barely dodge the fire as it hit him.

Seteth was thrown off his mount and landed into the grass.

(Catherine) "Seteth! Tch, DAMN ALL OF YOU!"

Picking up Thunderbrand, she charged with Rhea and began brutally cutting down the soldiers one by

Flayn was trying to heal any injured when she saw Seteth get thrown off, making her instinctively run to him.

(Claude) "H-Hey, FLAYN!"

Doing her best to avoid the carnage, Flayn ran and knelt over to Seteth.

(Flayn) "Father! Are you alri-"

Her blood ran cold as she flipped him over.

Most of his face and his front body was burned off from the attack, leaving a mess of charred bones and blood.

(Flayn) "F...FATHER!--"

That was the last thing she screamed out as she felt her entire body go numb, and fell over to the ground next to him.

Rhea, taking her sword out of a mage's head, looked to where Seteth was, and saw his burnt face and Flayn with an arrow through her heart.

(Catherine) "Flayn...!"

(Alois) “Damn it, NO!”

Rhea said nothing and instead roared out even louder, charging right for the snipers who shot Flayn.

(Sniper) "We've been spotted, retreat to-"

The Sniper's head was lopped off as Leonie rode by with her horse, swinging her sword and running over anyone in the way.

(Sniper 2) "SHIT, AMBUSH!"

(Leonie) “TAKE THE SHOT!”

An ice spike went through his chest and he fell over.

Marianne finished casting her spell and got behind a tree as soldiers were coming to reinforce the snipers.

(Hilda) "Anyone fancy looking up there?!"

Ignatz and Shamir threw themselves against the tree next to Marianne and peeked out of cover.

(Ignatz) "That one, up on the cliff directing artillery!"

...

(Riddhe) "Direct your fire at the Knights of Seiros! If Rhea gets too close, our right flank will be completely open!"

The Mages began casting another spell before one of them yelled out.

(Mages) "INCOMING!"

Everyone looked up and saw a lone Pegasus rider coming at them.

(Riddhe) "ARCHERS!"

A small group of archers aimed at the rider and let the arrows loose.

The Pegasus rider twirled around, gracefully dodging the arrows as she kept coming at them.

Several more archers got into formation and kept up the barrage, but the rider kept avoiding them.

(Riddhe) "The hell?!"

No lone rider should be that fast. Their archers were some of the best shots in the army.

Riddhe didn't realize what was special about that Pegasus rider until he saw the symbol of a lion on the side of the pegasus's helmet.

(Riddhe) "Shit, shit, SHIT! PREPARE FOR CLOSE COMBAT, THE BLUE LION CORPS IS UPON US-"

(Ingrid) "Defenseless, are we?!"

Ingrid swooped down and used an axe to send Mages flying into the air, breaking up their formation.

Archers tried taking another shot at her until a circle formed around them, and froze them completely solid.

(Annette) "ARCHERS DOWN!"

(Hubert) "Rush them!"

(Sylvain) "Got it!"

Sylvain and Ferdinand charged in on their horses, slashing at the enemy soldiers who were still trying to get their swords out.

Riddhe pulled out his sword and was about to enter the fray until he saw an arrowhead emerge from his mouth.

He dropped the sword and fell to his knees, shakily trying to reach for it before another arrow went through his brain, killing him instantly.

(Shamir) "Target down, nice shot kid."

(Ignatz) "Don't thank for me taking a life."

The rest of the Blue Lions and Black Eagles got to the others, finally wiping out the artillery unit as the Golden Deers continued attacking the right flank, eventually joined in by Rhea and her men.

...

Dimitri spun his lance around, killing every soldier around him.

(Dimitri) "Gilbert!"

Gilbert spun around and slammed his shield into a soldier trying to charge him, being cut down by Rodrigue.

(Gilbert) "There is no end to these soldiers!"

(Rodrigue) "I'll hand Nemesis one thing, he sure has an army!"

Edelgard and the Death Knight cut down the enemies next to them, letting their forces charge ahead of them.

(Edelgard) "Keep pushing, we're driving his main forces back!"

(Judith) "Looks like the boy and Rhea did their parts as well! We're starting to rout their men on the left!"

(Dimitri) "Good, now let's-"

Dimitri stopped in his tracks, and everyone else did too.

All of the Knights of Nemesis pulled back and got into a guarding formation, stoppong their attack.

Several Alliance and Empire soldiers charged them, trying to take advantage of the situation.

(Death Knight) "YOU FOOLS, WAIT!"

The soldiers were instantly killed and sent flying back, torso and arms flying high into the air.

When everyone looked back into the crowd, Byleth was slowly walking out, de-activating the whip function in his sword.

(Byleth) "I have come too far, and killed too many to be stopped at Gronder."

Everyone immediately raised their weapons as Byleth continued to walk at them.

(Gilbert) "Your Highness, Lady Edelgard, stand back!"

(Judith) "Protect the kids with our lives!"

(Death Knight) "Acknowledged."

(Rodrigue) "With pleasure! HAAAA-"

Rodrigue was the first to charge Byleth on his horse.

Byleth did not bother moving out the way, and instead raised his hand.

Everything grinded to a halt, with nothing making a sound anymore. Slowly, everyone began to reverse, putting back Rodrigue before he even charged.

Byleth slowly walked alongside Rodrigue, waiting for time to stop reversing.

(Byleth) "2 more to go."

(Rodrigue) "With ple-AAAGH!--"

Everyone immediately looked to their left, Byleth suddenly was behind Rodrigue, looking straight at them as the Sword of the Creator plunged into the back of his chest.

(Gilbert) "RODRIGUE!"

Judith and the Death Knight swung their weapons at Byleth, him ripping the sword out and deflecting their attacks with relative ease.

Gilbert came around the side, swinging his axe down as the Death Knight and Judith kept him down.

(Byleth) "One more."

Again, everything stopped around him and the pressure was let off his sword. However, he didn’t have much time to act.

He backed up a safe distance from when he just killed Rodrigue and activated the whip.

Time resuming, The two swung at an empty space, realizing too late where he was.

Byleth was several feet back from where they would’ve hit him, and he swung at Gilbert who tried to block with his shield.

The shield was split in two as the whip reached Gilbert’s chest, splitting it open, and with him falling over.

(Death Knight) “LADY EDELGARD!”

Byleth’s eyes went wide, barely able to deactivate the whip and time and block Edelgard.

CLANG!

(Edelgard) “YOU WILL FALL TODAY, PROFESSOR!”

(Byleth) “Not...until, I AM DONE WITH MY PLANS!”

Byleth kicked Edelgard back, Dimitri and Judith beginning to rush him.

He deflected Judith’s attacks with ease, but rolled out the way of Dimitri’s.

He was confident in blocking everyone’s attacks, but Dimitri’s brute strength would snap his arms in half with how hard he was swinging Areadbhar.

Judith came in from behind and tried to impale Byleth, but he swung around and knocked her sword into the air, bringing the sword back down and cutting her chest.

Edelgard, Dimitri and the Death Knight got into position, slowly starting to surround Byleth.

(Byleth) “With one Divine Pulse left, staying here is suicidal! MEN, WE’RE RETREATING!”

Byleth turned back to them as his forces formed a small blockade around him.

(Byleth) “MAGES, RELEASE THE PRISONERS!”

The mages did as they were told, leaving a summoning circle right above the cliff where the Blue Lions and Black Eagles were and casted a spell around them, using the last of the energy to get out of the battlefield.

(Rhea) “No...NO! NO DAMN IT! YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY!”

Rhea’s body began to glow, and the figure slowly started to larger and larger.

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE MEEEEEE!”

(Catherine) “LADY RHEA, WAIT!”

Byleth and the rest of his forces teleported back to where the Demonic Beasts were dragging the Javelin back, but in the distance, he saw Rhea turning into the Immaculate One.

(Byleth) “Tch, of course she’ll force us to use it. DEMONIC BEASTS HALT! MAGES, ACTIVATE THE JAVELIN OF LIBERATION AT MINIMUM POWER! IT WILL BE DAMAGED, BUT WE HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO REPAIR IT BACK AT BASE!”

(Mage) “Understood! ACTIVATING!”

As Rhea took flight, she was about to charge headfirst into Byleth until she saw a bright light coming from the sky.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!”

After the sky was lit on fire, Rhea hit the floor, causing a mini-earthquake around Gronder with the impact.

The sky cleared up and Rhea slowly started to transform back into her human self, everyone trying to shake off the intense light that blinded everyone.

Catherine and the others surrounded her, trying to see if she was okay.

(Catherine) “L-LADY RHEA!”

Her hands slowly shook as Catherine took it.

(Rhea) “D-Don’t...let...him...succeed...- “

Her hand fell to the floor, and her dress started to turn red.

(Catherine) “No...! NO NO NO!-”

Alois turned his head away, and couldn’t help but feel guilty for her death.

He may have not liked her after learning the truth but...

...

Byleth was walking with his men until he suddenly felt light headed, and fell to the ground, dropping the Sword of the Creator.

(Mage) “C-COMMANDER!”

(Knight) “Wait a second, his hair!”

Byleth’s hair turned from the bright green he had, slowly to the dark blue.

(Mage) “Someone carry him, and let’s go! We don’t have a moment to waste!”

...

(Annette) “Ack, w-what in the-”

Her eyes went wide when she looked back down, seeing Gilbert on the ground.

(Annette) “DAD!”

She was about to run after him, but Felix grabbed her by the arm.

(Felix) “What are you doing?! We don’t know if there’s enemies still here!”

He said this, but he was fighting every instinct he had to go down to see Rodrigue.

This was a bloody battle, and the last thing he needed was to lose anyone else.

Annette started sobbing, and Mercedes went to hold Annette. Sylvain, Ingrid, Dedue, and Ashe walked next to Felix, looking at the bodies scattered all across Gronder.

(Ashe) “So much death...”

(Ingrid) “To die on a stupid field like this is...is just-”

(Sylvain) “You...don’t have to finish that, Ingrid.”

(Dedue) “It is a tragedy...”

Edelgard, Dimitri, and the Death Knight lowered their weapons for the moment.

(Dimitri) “Gilbert, Rodrigue...”

Claude slowly rode up on his Wyvern, closing his eyes once he saw Judith.

(Claude) “We’ll...We’ll make sure no one died in vain today, in all sides.”

(Death Knight) “...What did Nemesis mean when he said, “release the prisoner”?”

Edelgard and Dimitri started to look around and noticed that the circle that was in front of the mages wasn’t here anymore.

(Edelgard) “What the...?”

...

(???) “H-Help...us!”

The Blue Lions and Black Eagles quickly looked around, not sure if they heard something.

(Dorothea) “H-Hey...Didn’t that sound like?-”

(Randolph) “Help...us!”

(Fleche) “Please!”

There was suddenly a bit of smoke surrounding the area, a circle encompassing the area they were in too.

(Caspar) cough cough “Where’d this smoke come from?!”

(Ferdinand) “That sounds like General Randolph!”

(Bernadetta) “And a little girl?”

(Petra) “They are in the sounding of pain!”

Hubert nodded and went near the cliff they were at, looking at Edelgard.

(Hubert) “Lady Edelgard, General Randolph and his sister Fleche is here!”

(Edelgard) “R-Really?!”

There was some good news at least.

Though...Why did Byleth only now decide to release them?

(Ashe) “We have to help them!”

(Ingrid) “Right, come on!”

(Sylvain) “We’re right behind you!”

(Dedue) “Hmph.”

(Felix) “H-Hang on guys!”

The Blue Lions stopped and turned to Felix.

(Mercedes) “What is it?”

(Felix) “Does something about their voices sound...off?”

The Black Eagles stopped moving as well and started to listen.

(Randolph/Fleche) “P-Pleas̶̊͜ë̵͉́.̸̘͠.̷̮͊.̷̭̓h̷̘̾e̴̫̊l̶̳̄p̸͍̏.̴̹̋.̴̛̯.̵̦̽u̷̩͘ș̸͐.̷̰͠.̶̥̾.̶̪͆!̷̩̂"̷̺̑

Everyone’s eyes went wide as Hubert said quietly to everyone.

(Hubert) “Everyone...Backs against the cliff. Now.”

Both classes started to slowly back up as their voices intensified.

(Randolph/Fleche?) “H̷e̵l̶p̶ ̵u̶s̸!̶ ̴H̷E̷L̷P̵ ̵U̷S̴!̴ ̸H̶E̶L̴P̴ ̴U̸S̵!̸”

The Golden Deer students were on the ground, slowly preparing their weapons.

Leonie looked back at Claude and gestured up to the cliff, raising her sword as her horse backed up.

Everyone took the hint, and raised their weapons.

“H̷̘̫͊͗̏̂̐̄̋͑̕͜͝E̶̞͙͉̝͕̗͔̝̬͈͋̚L̴͖͑̈́P̶̰͇͈̿ ̷͔̙̆̏̈́̾́̐̓̀U̸̺͍̇̀̕S̸̡̡̛̝̪̳͋͑͠!̷̧̠̞̜̩̓͛̽̕͠”

Bernadetta was the first to scream when they emerged from the smoke.

First came Randolph’s head, and saw Fleche’s face connected to it. Randolph’s right and Fleche’s left eye connected to form a single eye, one with two pupils and filled with bloodshot red.

As they walked out of the smoke, their heads were connected to a single body. Several limbs stuck out of them, as if a child had created this unholy abomination that stood before everyone.

It was several body parts of different people apparently, all crooked and bent.

Some of them had formed scythes from the bones that came out of them.

The circle began to glow even brighter, prompting everyone to look down at their feet.

(Dedue) “OFF THE CLIFF, NOW!”

No one had to be told twice.

As the circle began getting brighter and brighter, everyone hopped off the cliff and landed right in front of the Golden Deers, looking back up.

It finally enveloped Randolph and Fleche, turning into a massive demonic beast that looked something out of everyone’s nightmares.

It was in a ball-like form, with several disjointed feet at the bottom and hands coming from the side, some broken with the bones sticking out and some arms trying to grab for anyone nearby.

(Leonie) “GODDESS, THAT’S WHAT HE WAS DOING TO THEM?!”

(Alois) “WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT?!”

(Shamir) “He was trying to research the concept of fusing people together to make a stronger unit, but that...thing is what it amounted to! After a short while once the experiments were failing, he just took the bodies we took from the civilians to make that thing!”

Everyone was taken aback by the horrific monstrosity that stood before them.

(Hilda) “I-I THINK I’M GOING TO THROW UP-”

(Hubert) “NOT NOW!”

(Dedue) “Tch, we would be wasting time fighting this thing!”

(Dimitri) “Dedue is right, but we cannot let this thing live!”

(Catherine) “Leave that thing to me...”

Everyone turned to Catherine as church forces surrounded her.

(Catherine) “Byleth is already getting ahead of us! Take what remains of your forces and get after him! If he activates the Javelin of Liberation while we’re all fighting this thing, then Rhea and everyone else would have died for nothing!”

She held Thunderbrand firmly in her hands.

(Catherine) “The bodies of the dead will not be desecrated by this thing!”

Shamir, Alois, and Leonie stood by Catherine, looking at the monster.

(Shamir) “We...we helped this thing be made, so the responsibility falls on us too. I left you alone before. I won’t be doing that again.”

(Alois) “Same here.”

(Leonie) “We’ll keep it distracted, everyone else JUST GO!”

Although no one wanted to leave them to this thing’s mercy they were right.

(Death Knight) “We are wasting time! We need to get moving!”

(Claude) “All forces, on us! LET’S MOVE IT!”

Everyone snapped out of their state of shock, and the Alliance forces followed Claude. Dimitri was the next to signal to move out, then Edelgard.

Edelgard couldn’t help but look back as sounds of fighting had erupted.

(Edelgard) “Professor...”

She closed her eyes.

It wasn’t any of their faults.

It was hers. If she hadn’t left the professor right when he needed her the most when Jeralt was dead...Maybe things could have-”

Dimitri put his hand on Edelgard’s shoulder.

(Dimitri) “It is too late for regret. El.”

(Edelgard) “D-Dimitri...”

(Claude) “He’s right. Right now, it’s up to us to make sure we can fix our mistakes.”

Edelgard nodded.

(Edelgard) “Right. We must not falter now.”

She started to take the lead, and eventually Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude walked side by side to end this where it all began.

Garreg Mach Monastery.

----

The Elites of the Fell Star Journal - “The Beginning”

In our bones, we knew the war was almost over.

Fodlan held its breath, waiting to see which side would make the final daring move.

As expected, Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude went for the kill.

And the moment they were in sight, everything fell into a mini-civil war. We had loyalists that fought for Byleth, and those who wanted to defect and the fights began to grow violent.

Personally? I didn’t care for either side, after what had happened in Gronder? I just wanted to live.

Because in our bones, we knew the war was almost over.

For better or worse, we knew this battle would be the beginning of the end.

----

[Escape - Darling In The Franxx]

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Flufftober 29: Wine

Summary: Both Aziraphale and Crowley think they invented wine.

“I created wine, you know,” Crowley said apropos of nothing one evening. His companion looked up sharply to see if he was joking, but he looked perfectly serious.

Aziraphale allowed himself an undignified snort. “No, you didn’t.”

Crowley huffed. “I did! I was in Armenia when they first started making it. Almost five thousand years ago. I was the one who noticed what was happening to people when they ate some spoiled grapes, and experimented a little, and we ended up creating the first wines.”

“I know that’s not true,” Aziraphale said primly, “because I was there in Persia when they invented it. I helped!”

“I helped!” Crowley mocked, but in a friendly way. “What year was that?”

“Around the same date, I think,” Aziraphale said. “You know all the legends about the Persian girl who fell out of favor with the king and decided to commit suicide by eating a bunch of rotten grapes?Except they made her tipsy and fun to be around, so the king forgave her?”

Crowley scrunched up his nose, maybe he’d heard that, he wasn’t sure.

“Well that was me,” Aziraphale finished.

“YOU were the Persian princess?” Crowley laughed.

“No of course not,” Aziraphale said, irked. “I was with her. And I tried a little taste of it myself, after watching her, and between the three of us we figured it out. They had a wine press built within the year.”

Crowley frowned. “Likely story. They probably got the idea from the Armenians.”

“Oh please, as if demons could be responsible for anything as lovely as wine,” Aziraphale said dismissively.

Crowley wasn’t about to take that kind of prejudice lying down. He leapt up from his spot on the floor and stalked towards Aziraphale, looking heated. “Oh yes, because wine has just been such a lovely bringer of peace and tranquility to the world, hasn’t it, angel,” he snapped. “Hasn’t harmed anyone or sullied anyone’s brain or broken up any families or anything, has it? Just an angelic invention of peace and light.”

Aziraphale sulked a little. He hated when Crowley called him “angel” in that tone – aggravated rather than gentle.

“Sorry,” he muttered, not really meaning it.

“Furthermore, whose side created guns?” Crowley said, more conversationally.

Aziraphale gasped. “You know very well that was an accident, it was just an offshoot of creating fireworks! I was trying to make people happy with beautiful light shows!”

Crowley hummed noncommittally and grabbed the bottle of the gorgeous white from southern Italy that they’d been drinking and refilling for hours, helping himself to another large glass.

“Well who could we ask that would really know?” Aziraphale said finally. “Someone must know where wine really originated from.”

“Hrm,” Crowley said. “I suppose God does. But she’s not likely to take our call.”

“The Metatron?” Aziraphale mused. “I suppose he might be able to relay it along.”

Crowley frowned again. “If you think for one second I’m going to let you use that summoning circle to ask a question about wine, you’re drunker than I thought.”

Aziraphale shrugged and drained his glass. He was feeling a little tipsy, suddenly. “You’re right, of course you’re right. Do you think Adam knows?”

“Why would Adam know?”

“Well he is the antichrist.”

“He’s also a child.”

A few drinks later, though, two rather intoxicated beings decided to call him on Aziraphale’s ancient bakelite phone. It rang for several minutes before someone answered, sounding bleary and alarmed, and Aziraphale realized to his horror that it was nearly three in the morning. He did a long distance miracle to smooth over Adam’s parents’ memories, and to make it seem perfectly normal for them to get their now-thirteen year old son out of bed in the middle of the night to answer a call.

“’ello?” Adam said, moments later.

“Adam!” Crowley said. “It’s us. Do you know who us is?”

“Hello dear boy!” Aziraphale added, in the background.

“Uh, yes?” Adam said. “Why’re you calling in the middle of the night? What’s wrong? Is it the angels again?”

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong, everything is just fine. Tickety-whatsit, as the angel would say.” Crowley stopped for a moment to try to organize his thoughts. “Just had a query for you that we thought you might know something about, being, you know, who you are and all, not that you’re not a perfectly ordinary –”

“Crowley?” Adam said, sounding impatient.

“Yes?”

“Can you please pass the phone to Aziraphale? I’m too tired for this.”

Crowley frowned at the receiver, then passed it to the angel. “He wants to talk to you.” Aziraphale gave him a bit of a smirk and took it from him.

Crowley listened to the one-sided conversation as best he could.

“Why yes, dear, everything is fine –

“No, the bookstore is just fine, no more incidents –

“Yes, the Bentley is fine too –”

“No, we haven’t broken up –”

“Well yes, we were just wondering you see, do you, with your access to various realms of knowledge not available to the average human –

“Yes of course I’ll get to the point – do you know where and when wine was first invented?”

“Yes, I’m aware of the time –”

“Well young man, that is a very rude word no matter who you are –”

Aziraphale pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it for a moment and then sheepishly placed it back on the receiver.

“He hung up?” Crowley asked.

“He called me a tosser, and then he hung up.”

Crowley grinned. “Oh well. Guess that means I’m right, then.”

“How on earth does that mean you’re right?”

Crowley helped himself to another glass and sat back on the couch with a contented sigh. There was nothing in the world as fun as bickering with Aziraphale. With any luck he could keep this one going for another few hours without working too hard at it. And then when he had the angel good and worked up, he could help him redirect all that dormant smiting energy into something much more enjoyable.

It was looking to be a rather fine evening.

#good omens oneshot #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #flufftober #idiots in love #good omens fic

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zenithlux · 4 years

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Cadence - CH 18

Catch up on the story here!

In which Dia asks Vergil an important question.

I feel it deep within It’s just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster

Monster - Skillet

Of all the things Vergil expected to do in his life, being thoroughly inspected by an old demon woman was not it.

She had been mostly respectful about it; as much as a no-nonsense, “you’re too young to be embarrassed” grandma figure could be. When she’d asked him to strip (much to Roxy’s horror), Dia had begrudgingly allowed him to search for other marks alone. And when he did come back without anything more to share, she was insistent that he keep his vest off so they could “monitor the mark”. Vergil was almost certain Dia was really just enjoying the view.

At least the near permanent blush on Roxy’s face was amusing. It was almost enough to make this arduous torture worth it.

And, as the fifth needle went under Vergil’s skin, it was Roxy who asked. “Is this all really necessary?”

Vergil almost glared at her, but Dia spoke before he could. “You’re fraternizing with one of the strongest demon-human hybrids to have ever existed. Your father would have killed for a subject like this.”

“We are not…” The two trailed off, scowled at each other, and looked back to Dia.

“Say what you will,” Dia said dismissively. “My point is that we’re dealing with a very big problem and I need all the information I can get.” She pulled out the needle - gently this time, all things considered- and raised the vial to the light. “Did you have your son before or after the initial pact?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

She huffed. “Was it forced or consensual?”

Oh. Vergil still didn’t know why that was important, nor did he really want to answer the question, But he assumed she wouldn’t be asking questions without a reason. Not when she deemed this a “very big problem”. So, he resisted the urge to sigh and said “Before and consensual.”

Dia nodded. “Good. Then your son isn’t affected.”

Alarm made his head hurt. “Nero could be...?”

“Not if it was before.” She said. “Pacts muddle everything when it comes to children, but your son is in the clear.” She glanced over her shoulder at Roxy. “You need to hunt, girl.”

“What?” She said. “I need to stay here.”

“You think I can’t handle one half-demon?” Roxy looked unconvinced. Vergil didn’t blame her. Dia scowled at both of them. “It is safe to assume that you have not had any sustenance since you woke up, demonic or otherwise, yes?”

Roxy looked away. “I’ve only been awake for about an hour.”

“So I’m right.”

“Yes mother.” Roxy said with more sarcasm than Vergil had heard in his life. Even Dante would have trouble topping that.

Dia rolled her eyes. “Go, child, before I drag you out of here myself.”

Roxy left after that, Aki chattering about something else Vergil couldn’t understand. He almost called out to her. Don’t leave me with this… person. But he bit it back and turned his attention to said ‘person’ who was tucking far too many vials of his blood away into a black bag that looked like it were made of crinkled demon skin.

Honestly… it probably was.

“What are you hoping to find?” He said.

“A few things.” She replied.

Silence fell. Frustration filled him just as quickly. “That’s it?”

“There’s a lot to it,” Dia said as she patted the bag and then tossed it aside as if it were nothing important. Vergil expected to hear the shattering of glass and smell his blood mixed with the demon leather. Instead, the bag vanished into a portal before it hit the ground. Vergil stared at it only a moment before Dia started speaking again. “I need you to be honest with me.”

“In what way?”

“Do you believe you are in control?”

“What?”

Dia glared at him. “You know what.” She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “If Mundus still calls to you, then I will not risk Roxanna’s life.”

“He has been silent since my brother took the sword.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“I will not go back to him,” Vergil said. “He will never have me again.”

“Then you realize what you must do, yes?”

Vergil paused as that same dread returned. “Make a pact with her.”

“A temporary one, yes.”

“You once told me she wouldn’t be strong enough for that.”

Dia sighed. “I worry for her, yes. But we don’t have many other options. If this were a prolonged pact, then there’s a million different things that could go wrong. But a few, well-controlled, and well-monitored minutes should be fine.” She shook her head. “But I will need more time. I need to monitor your blood. Compare it to Kuro’s. Then I have to go through my notes on half-breed pacts and figure out the best way to do this without you killing her.”

“Killing her?”

A scream startled them both. Vergil was on his feet before Dia had a chance to react. “Roxy,” he said as he reached for his clothing.

“Wait,” Dia said. “You have to be certain. If you lose control…”

“I made a promise,” Vergil said as he threw his coat on and finally zipped his vest up. “I’m in control, and I will remain that way until we can get this sorted out.”

Her skepticism turned to a soft look of acknowledgment. “Keep Yamato as far away from you as possible for the time being. Without it, he has no way to breach this world. But if anything should happen… if Roxy gets hurt…”

“Then let me go!” He snapped. “And I will make sure she doesn’t.”

He left without waiting for a response.

He found Roxy in the midst of a pack of furys, bow in hand and a small Kuro by her side. Even so, she looked panicked, firing in all directions as she tried to slip out of their circle of death. Vergil had never seen so many in one place before, but he didn’t stop to think about it as one lunged straight for her.

A split second before the claw reached her, Vergil’s mind went blank. Demonic rage stronger than anything he felt before consumed him. In that moment, all he saw was demonic flesh torn asunder, their body parts discarded. Blood rained from the sky. Shrills screams of unworthy filth echoed in all directions as he cut through each and every last one of them. How dare these creatures threaten her. How dare they attack his…

His…

“Vergil.”

Her voice was jarring; a quiet sound in the chaos. It pulled him back so quickly that his rage turned to horror. A monster. That’s all he was. A demon incapable of controlling himself. A killer that couldn’t stop. A father who’d abandon his son… and a man that had killed millions for his own gain. She’d tried to tell him otherwise, but she didn’t know. And now… now she couldn’t deny the truth right before her eyes. She couldn’t ignore the creature right there; the demon he’d never shown her. Now that she saw him for what he truly was…

Why did his heart twist at the thought?

Why did he feel so much hatred toward this form he used to cherish above all else?

Why did he hate himself?

“Vergil.”

He snarled at her, but forced himself back. What was he afraid of? Her? That was impossible… frustrating… overwhelming… and….

“It’s okay, Vergil.”

It was a moment before he realized she was standing directly in front of him. Foolish, foolish, human, is what he wanted to say. But the moment he realized she was staring at him in wonder, and not terror, everything came undone. He almost dropped his demon form, but she reached toward his chest. “Beautiful,” she whispered, but she didn’t move. Vergil knew his shock would never register on his demonic face, but she still gave him that knowing smile, as if she could read his mind. “I always loved dragons. Right up there with owl-griffons.”

Vergil huffed. A quiet thump behind him made her laugh before he realized it had been his tail. Of course that of all things would betray him. He made a note to work on controlling it another time, as she was still standing there, arm outstretched, waiting. Finally, he stepped up to meet her halfway, letting her hand press against his chest plate. She blinked far too rapidly as her head tilted in thought. “I… guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” She said.

“What?”

Roxy jumped at his growl, then laughed as her cheeks flushed a bright red. “I’m not sure what I expected there either,” She said apologetically as she reached out again. “You would think between Aki and Kuro I’d be used to commanding, demonic voices.” Vergil glared at her. Another thump followed. “Hey now,” she slowly ran her fingers along the V of his chest, fascinated. “Kuro can be quite intimidating, thank you.”

Vergil huffed again, but said nothing as she gently traced her hands along his shoulders and arms. A part of him was amused by the fascination in her eyes. The rest of him was… nervous? Anxious? He honestly wasn’t certain. Emotions were difficult in this form. Always had been. The fact that he was standing still at all and thinking so calmly with dozens of dead demon bodies ten feet away was already an accomplishment. And in front of a human….

“Are you alright?” She said.

Vergil rolled his eyes. You’re standing less than a foot from a demon that can kill you in a heartbeat and you’re worried about me… But he just nodded as she pressed her fingers to his palm. “Thank you,” She whispered. “And I’m sorry you had to go this far to protect me.”

Finally, Vergil dropped his trigger. The transformation was instant, but his hand didn’t leave hers. “What happened?”

She pointed to the few bodies that hadn’t been shredded to bits. Typical demon spawn. Nothing too extraordinary. “There were just a few of these guys,” She said. “So I didn’t think I’d need anything too crazy. But then the portals just opened and…” She took a deep breath, but it was shaky. “I panicked… couldn’t summon Kuro in his larger form… I couldn’t do anything.” She sighed in what Vergil thought was pure frustration. “That’s never happened to me before.”

“I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”

“I’m shocked Dia let you go now.” She said as she took a step back.

“And risk your safety?” Vergil said. “She cares for you more than that.”

He was surprised when she didn’t respond. Her gaze did, however, drift away in that undeniably evasive way it did when she wanted to ask something but didn’t know what to say. “What?” Vergil said.

“Is it…” She trailed off. “Difficult? In that form?”

Vergil’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Is… what difficult?”

“Thinking?”

“... Sometimes.”

“But you’ve used it a lot… yeah?”

Again, Vergil hesitated. “No,” He admitted. “Not this new version, anyway.”

“New… version?” Her quirky smile returned, and any tension that might have existed between them vanished in an instant. “Is this a yearly upgrade or…?”

Vergil glared at her, but even he knew it was soft. “It will be my last,” He said. “Third… technically, though I was never certain whether I grew into my adult form or gained a new one after childhood.”

Her smile faltered. “I can’t imagine,” She said. “Dad gave me Aki when I was 13… but that’s a bit different than a full transformation.”

“I embraced it,” Vergil said. “One might say I was proud of it.”

“Was?”

A pause. “I still accept it,” He continued a bit slower than before. “But I am much… wiser now.”

She shook her head. “Mundus, I’m assuming?”

Slowly, he nodded. “It doesn’t matter now.” When her eyebrow shot up, he corrected himself. “What happened to me then doesn’t matter.”

“I’m still sorry you had to go through it.”

He watched her for a long time, taking in everything he could. She was staring off into the air now, Kuro on her shoulder. Her eyes were glossy as if she were thinking about something. Her arms were crossed in a futile attempt to hide her shaking hands. Her posture was stiff, despite the way she forced herself to lean to one side. Was she still afraid? She couldn’t be afraid of him. No one in their right mind would have walked up to him and done what she had done and come out of that afraid. But he couldn’t shake that feeling…

“Kuro says you need more practice with your tail,” She said.

Vergil blinked. “What?”

The dragon huffed, and a plume of white smoke erupted from his nostrils. You didn't even attempt to use it.” He said. “And something like that is more than enough to replace that sword of yours.”

Vergil glared at him. “I don’t exactly have it available all the time.”

“You could if you wanted to.”

A part of him hated that the prospect actually interested him. He’d never managed to use only a piece of his demon form. It had been an all or nothing transformation his entire life. But if he could manifest the tail… he could only imagine the possibilities. Claws to replace swords. Armor in the midst of battle. Scales on the more sensitive parts of his flesh…

“Vergil?”

“What?”

Roxy giggled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you daydream before.”

He scowled. “I was not daydreaming.”

“Sure you weren’t.”

“I can teach you,” Kuro said with a pointed flick of his own long tail. “If you’re willing to learn from this old dragon.”

Vergil forced a sigh of disinterest. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Roxy chuckled, and he knew neither of them fell for his ruse.

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#zenni-writes #cadence #update #dmc #fan fiction #vergil #vergilxoc #vergilxroxy #nero #dante #familiar lore #I wish I could post a bit faster but that would ruin the fun

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oveliagirlhaditright · 5 years

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For RokuShi Day: An odd crossover with I am Number Four. After KHIII.

Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

Xion snapped a picture of a pretty blonde girl with her camera... ironically right when that child had been trying to do the same thing, so Xion got a photo of the gal just when she’d been trying to take one herself. But Xion went along with the oddity all the same, thinking that the yearbook staff might like the originality of it. ...Sarah Hart looked a lot like Roxas. And since Xion's boyfriend, Roxas, was the most popular boy in school, Xion thought that everyone would have to love this picturesque moment of Sarah for that, if nothing else. ...There was even a part of Xion that thought about firing up Photoshop on her phone and editing one of her images of Roxas with one of Sarah, so that way she'd win the best taken yearbook capture that way, but she didn't. Why? Because as Xion walked towards where Roxas was in the hall now, and linked her arm with his, she couldn't help but to get her attention on something else Sarah related—as that girl got up from where she’d been sitting on the floor, and went to talk with John Smith in angry, hushed tones: "You ever think that John and Sarah are in the mafia together, or something?" Xion ventured, just when said person yanked open a closet door and peered into it, as if she was begging for it to be a secret passage. Roxas just shrugged, and turned to Xion with a smile at her query. "They seem no worse than us, when we were talking about Subject X and all. And clearly we're the good guys."

And not being able to argue that, Xion decided to just put it all behind them… and to go find a closet to go makeout in themselves. Extra curriculars were overrated, anyway.

…

Honestly? Xion and Roxas didn’t give much thought to John and Sarah after seeing them in the hall, though when they were both watching the news that night—and seeing how everything was going to hell in a handbasket at their school—they’d realize they should have.

On the screen, Xion saw these… monsters—she didn’t know how else to put it: they looked like how she would imagine Davy Jones might, if he had demon dogs at his side—had broken into their school, and had leveled most of it… and had killed a few of the students who’d been in their after-hours.

And the two Nobodies had actually been there after hours themselves, but they’d apparently left before all of this had started…

If only- if only they hadn’t done that—Xion now thought sadly, as her hands shook before her at this revelation… They could have saved some of their friends, if only they’d cared about photography club.

But: it didn’t seem like it was too late to save John and Sarah, who Xion was fairly certain were still safe at the school.

Call her crazy… but she thought those two had known what was going to happen before it did.

And that earlier, they’d caught Sarah and John looking for cover in case these—whatever they were—found them: which they had.

The media, as Xion listened in—putting some of her thoughts behind her—was saying that John was wanted, for suspicion with all of this.

But even with the little Xion knew of him, she knew that he wasn’t responsible.

He was connected to it—probably the target—but not the master manipulator:

After all, the press always lied: Xion, Roxas, Lea, and Isa had been the first to learn that on some of their missions in Twilight Town lately.

“I know you guys see what’s goin’ on there… But I dunno if you should get involved. Looks like a massacre… like what Sora saw of Insomnia, that time,” Lea said, being the rational voice of legal guardian right now… Even if he was being a bit of a hypocrite, since he clearly did want to get down there himself: Lea had become altruistic. And perhaps this was most seen, in how he’d been the only one of them to still be willing to call on his Keyblade after the War.

But Roxas—clearly still having some Boy Scout in himself, Xion concluded—argued: “Then that’s even more reason like me should be one of the first responders!” And he slammed his hands down on their blue and white kitchen table as he did so, nearly splitting it in two.

Xion, being Roxas’ other, knew what he was getting at. How could she not? Roxas, more than anyone, could almost become invincible when he was fighting… which was exactly what Twilight High needed right now.

But since Lea had nearly lost them both forever, Xion got why he was so reluctant for them to be reckless.

And if she was a better person, she may have been in shock for the kind heart that Lea had… but she wasn’t. But her heart did end up freezing another way.

Snow, of all things—a rare commodity in Twilight Town—began blowing through a window in the kitchen that the family had left cracked, and it bathed the room in a sort of peace that no one in it would know for a while: Least of all Isa.

But Xion—and everyone—was oblivious to that fact now. So instead of dwelling on it, she dug out a lucky charm that Kairi had made her and examined it thoughtfully.

“Lea,” Xion whispered now, in much the tone she had, when trying to convince Roxas he should forgive him for manhandling her. “You know it’s the right thing to do. And that’s what we do, isn’t it? So why don’t we all go? You and Isa can watch over us, that way. And perhaps be a mentor to these other young kids, like you were us… And if anything should happen, our wayfinders will always push us back together again. You know they will.”

And Lea and Isa—seeming not being able to argue with this logic—both took one of Xion’s hands at these words, as they made a sort of group circle and closed their eyes: taking in this moment, that wasn’t truly a goodbye (and hopefully it never would be)… but also sort of was.

And Roxas? What did he do? He just slipped behind Xion, and took the lucky charm out of her hand and held onto it himself.

As he did, he held Xion’s gaze in a long glance that she couldn’t look away from: this between them said everything, after all.

But while Xion thought it was that right he did this—because they really were the Sora and Kairi to each other, weren’t they? And this had always served those two well—she also found herself hoping against hope, that they wouldn’t have the same sort of fate as those wielders had had before the Master of Masters had intervened in their lives.

…

The trip to Twilight High, was—in some ways—more eventful than what they encountered when they actually got there.

Lea, Isa, and Roxas had all finally admitted that using Corridors of Darkness were too risky, so they’d had to use a different means of transportation:

So, Isa had long ago bought them a green jeep to get around in… And they used it now: going over awkward cobble stone here, glass there, and nearly bits of gate that were falling their way as they continued forward.

…And it was about at that time that Xion decided to get out of the vehicle, while it was still moving, and to jump out in front of it—knowing that Isa would stop in time—so he didn’t destroy his tires by continuing.

It was very much… the direct approach, Xion knew—somewhat embarrassed—but it was either that, or have Isa risk going over that steel and through a fence that would pierce all of their torsos if they continued.

“Xion!” Lea roared, getting out himself now—but after Isa had stopped, unlike what Xion had done—and grabbing her by her collar as he shook her in his blind panic. “What was that?! Do you know you could have gotten yourself killed?! Do you know that-”

But Xion never got to figure out what she needed to know in Lea’s mind, because the family fell silent when they saw Roxas climbing up the fence and going over to the football field a few yards away from them… Where two kids were fighting a demonic entity, that reminded Xion very much of Cerberus?!

“We’ve got to go help Roxas now!” Isa bellowed: somehow saying even that gracefully, but then losing all grace as he tried to speed over to his son.

And Xion understood the urgency, since outside of Twilight Town… Roxas hadn’t fought as many big enemies like this as Sora had.

So, Isa did one of his “Moon, Shine Down!” attacks—while Roxas was running the monster’s way, with Kingdom Key in hand—before Rox could get to it.

And just like that, the moon beam Isa had used—mixed with some fire John, and some brunette girl had been able to create—destroyed the… thing, and made it disappear. All that was left afterwards, was smoldering grass and bleachers.

And naturally, John—for Xion, now that she was closer, could tell that it was him—and the girl thought that Roxas and the rest of them were their enemies, too:

John’s hands up, and the woman looked like she was about to try and get in a fist fight with them, too.

And as much as this sucked—because Xion didn’t want to fight—she found she couldn’t blame them? Who purposely ran into danger like they just had, after all?

And deeming that a fist fight wasn’t good enough in her books, the girl suddenly looked up to the sky—as if asking Zeus himself to strike down anyone who might try and harm her.

And it was at that point that Xion decided that she finally had to act.

“Uhh… let’s not,” she asserted—summoning her Keyblade to hand, but making sure to hold it just to her side, so these new friends wouldn’t think she was a threat. “Lightning won’t go hand-in-hand with this metal I have here.

“Anyway, John… What’s going on? I’m asking for Roxas, not myself.”

…Which was a complete lie coming from Xion, of course, but since Roxas was so popular, she thought that if any of them was capable of getting these people to trust them… that, well, it’d be Roxas.

And sure enough, Xion’s idea seemed to do the trick. And she tried her best not to be jealous of this… but the friendship between boys never ceased to amaze her.

“Roxas,” John said, getting up from his knees and shaking the hand of Xion’s love. “I don’t- I don’t want to impose. But seeing what you can do in gym class- We could really use your help! I just lost my- my dad, and-”

And this was another place where she had to try and not be envious… because what if John liked Roxas in the love sense? …Or what if Roxas liked him?

If that was the case, she knew she’d just have to trust them both—since she herself was in love with Roxas… but thought there was something about Sarah.

But more than this inane relationship drama—that Xion tried to tell herself she shouldn’t even be feeling, since she’d been in the Organization—was the intense sympathy Xion felt for John, as he tried his best not to lose it after this death: Xion remembered all too well, what it had been like to see Axel die through Sora’s eyes… And she wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

“John,” the mysterious brunette girl said, as she came forward and put a gentle hand on his shoulder—surprising Xion, because she hadn’t thought this type of woman could be capable of it. “The battle- believe it or not, it’s over. We don’t need spiky��s help to fight anymore. We don’t need anyone’s. And if you want to bury Henri…” “Which we will,” Isa piped up nearly simultaneously with Brunette’s words: in a show of kindness from him—Xion knew it—but she couldn’t help fearing he was only doing so, because he regretted how he hadn’t offered to help bury her, if need be, when she had fainted before her on a mission in Twilight Town, and then during it.

But Roxas seemed to snort at both ideas, as he reprimanded the brunette, “You don’t seem the type who would slow down for anything. And take it from someone who forgot what it was like to stop and smell the roses: that’s not a way to live your life. Whoever this guy is, you should- should bury him… But I do get the concept of not having enough time… So, I’ll help you guys move on without doing that, but only after saying that piece.”

Xion didn’t often hear Roxas make speeches like Sora did, but when he did do it, they always mattered.

And to Xion—and Lea and Isa, too—this was one of the most important ones he’d done, that showed just how far he’d come.

And when he was done speaking, the wind picked up to put some of the fires out… and dawn began to break.

And perhaps for that fact more than anything else, Xion, Lea, Isa, John, the girl, and some new people now joining them—including Sarah----paid rapt attention to him.

That girl—who Xion would soon come to learn was named “Six”—looked like she wanted to say something to Roxas’ schooling: probably that they again didn’t need any aid—but in realizing how she’d just prove Roxas’ point about not smelling the roses if she did, she kept her mouth shut.

And wordlessly, John—being the unspoken leader for the moment, as he perhaps got the most out of the two points—began leading everyone away, to escape.

…

The group eventually stopped on a grassy hill, that turned into a cemetery: the outskirts of Twilight Town.

Xion had actually seen these pastures from afar many a time, while going all over Twilight Town—one perhaps could see them best from Sunset Hill or the Station—but she’d yet to actually step foot on one… until now.

“So, let me get this straight,” Lea was the one to try and summarize now, as he put his hands on his hips and shook his head in a very exasperated tone.

And despite everything—despite the life and death situation they had just been in, and still might be in the future—Xion couldn’t help giggling at it, thinking that if anyone was a character enough to repeat these important points without being boring about it… it was Lea.

“You all… two of you, at least, are aliens in a war against other ones? Bad ones. And you came to Twilight Town as infants to escape them… but now they’ve followed you here and want to destroy all of Twilight Town and other planets? Oy! And here I thought we were done with the worlds saving stuff!”

“’World saving’?” Sarah asked in a questioning manner, with her head tilted to the side and her hands fidgeting with her camera.

Xion guessed that she was just dying to try and capture a shot, to settle her nerves and nothing more but wouldn’t dare do it.

“Yes… ‘world saving’ you could call us aliens, too—for in a sense, we are—but more than anything… we’re sort of created, or recreated, beings… Since you’re telling us yours, I think it’s only fair we tell you ours,” Xion sputtered as fast as she could, before anyone could get on her about the World Order!

But in her mind, if these guys were from another planet, they already knew about different worlds. So why even bother with it?!

After her spiel, Xion thought for sure John would be the first to ask for their help in so many words—since he’d been the most responsive to them before—but instead, it was Sarah: Walking over to Xion with a certain poise, that made her instantly have to try and stamp down her crush on her.

…But there was a part of Xion that had had feelings for Kairi because of Sora, and she felt that part of herself awakening now.

“Will you help us, then?” Sarah begged, an urgency in her eyes that the self-confessed aliens didn’t have… probably because they were used to all this trauma and had learned how to deal with it, but Sarah hadn’t.

…And since Sarah was reminding Xion so much of Kairi now, she knew what was probably going to happen now given Kairi’s track record.

And sure enough, John, and Six were now insisting that Sarah couldn’t come with them: that none of the humans could, for that matter.

Sarah was refusing this, because naturally she was, but yet… she was also soon relenting, via a tender moment she was now having with John, where they stood close together… his hand on her cheek and then running through her hair, as they whispered and nearly kissed.

Xion felt tears dotting her eyes at this, because it somehow spoke too much of false words and gestures: Xion tricking Roxas into assisting with her suicide, and her then having to say goodbye to him… and then assure him him they’d see each other again, when she didn’t know if that was the case and her heart broke.

Roxas—seeming to sense the near panic Xion was having, as she was transported back into the past—ran over to her side, much like he had during the Keyblade War and pulled her into his arms as she tried to not fall apart.

But when everyone stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to her and Roxas (Lea and Isa even itching to come to her, she could tell), Xion tried to get it together and return to the matter at hand: because she didn’t deserve to be the center of attention right now. Not when she’d been the only one getting things to move forward here. And how desperately they needed to move forward.

“No,” Xion said—pulling away from Roxas’ embrace, but maintaining her hand in his: she wanted to keep this moment suitable for audiences. But at the same time, she needed him. “Ignore me. My breakdown isn’t… important. I just- I lost Roxas before. And what you’re doing now, John and Sarah, reminds me of that. But more of note… I don’t think Sarah should be left alone.”

And though Xion explained it well, no one came to see her point of view about the Sarah thing. But the aliens did change their mind about all humans being banned from them.

Sam was chosen to go along with John and Six—since he needed to find his father through them—and Mark and Sarah realized that they did have to go home, at least for the moment. But Mark promised he would look after Sarah.

And knowing how entangled Mark and Sarah were before this—and how messed up their relationship was—Xion saw this as a testament to just how much he had changed for the better: like another person she knew, Riku.

After the Mark thing, Xion should have been rejoicing for some of the positive exchanges she and her family had just made happen… but she couldn’t find it in her.

She told Lea and Isa to go with the aliens—to help them defeat the Mogs, who would try and destroy everything—but she was going to stay with Sarah… and Roxas had opted for the same thing.

…

“Xion? Can I talk to you?” Roxas wondered aloud, as he came out onto the rooftop that Xion was sitting on.

She was at the top of Sarah’s home, as they waited for the world to realize Sarah was more important than it knew so far.

It was a nice, easy quest with the woman Xion had a slight girl -rush on…

And yet she was miserable: something she hadn’t been since living in Twilight Town with this new life, and she couldn’t figure out why.

Anyway, Xion was about to tell Roxas that she loved him, so of course he could talk to her—the words were even already on her lips—but Roxas was interrupting her before she could get them out… guessing things so correctly, that it was almost uncanny.

“…Xion, it’s all well and good ta wanna help this Pure Light… or whatever she is. She reminds you of Kairi. I get it. But it isn’t because of that that you’re doing this. It’s because she reminds you of yourself.”

Roxas was spot-on, of course. And perhaps he got this, because she, arguably, had once been made up of parts of him, too.

…But she was also Sora and Kairi, which was why she was relating to Sarah.

…Xion’s existence was such a mess—or at least had been—that she couldn’t help rolling her eyes at just the thought of it. And she almost wanted to jump from the roof, just to try and end the confusion that way. And maybe she would have, if she didn’t have to now worry about aiding the greater good again.

…There was a lot that Xion still needed to work out about herself. And if she hadn’t come back in a new body, she might have actually had that chance.

“Roxas, don’t psycho-analyze me,” Xion stated, getting to her feet and pecking him on the cheek once—to try and let him know that she really didn’t mean the jibe. She’d been in Organization XIII, after all: there were much worse things that could be done to her—“I mean… that is a thing. And part of the reason I’m helping her. You’re right. But it’s also because the Mogadorians know about her relationship with John…. You know they’ll eventually try and use her as bait for that reason. And if we want to protect the multiverse for something greater than Xehanort, why risk that?”

Roxas didn’t say anything to Xion’s counter point and he really could have.

Trying to stop anything was usually a self-fulfilling prophecy, and you’d instead cause to happen what you were trying to avoid: both of these teens knew it well, and perhaps Roxas should have called Xion out on it. She even allowed that.

…And yet Roxas just sat with Xion to offer her moral support, and held her hand and let her lean her head on his shoulder.

And it was more than enough for Xion, and she snuggled right into him… even while thinking about the uncertain future.

#rokushi #RokuShi day #fanfiction #rokushi day 2019

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salmonthestoryteller · 5 years

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Royal Negotiations

A Shadowhunters Fanfic Set between 2x18 & 2x19

Magnus went alone. Despite what his Alexander thought the choice wasn't about him lying about the soul sword. Despite what Lucian and Raphael thought, the choice wasn't about his broken heart. Going to the Seelie Queen was about survival.

Lucian and Raphael balked at the idea of depending on the Seelie Court because they were both painfully young. They had grown up in a time when mundanes no longer played the games the Seelie Queen did. Vampires and Werewolves had their own hierarchy and traditions. Warlocks, though?

Most Warlocks had grown up in times when courting favor with royalty was common. When the wrong game meant life or death or heartbreak. They would be able to teach the younger ones how to play the games. How to court favor and make deals. They would have learned anyway - if they survived long enough. Because among the demons that they all shared blood with was a similar culture. Greater Demons. Princes of Hell. It bled into all aspects of Warlock culture, even in the present day.

He had also known that it would be a harder deal for him than another representative. Maybe he should have sent someone else to the Seelie Queen. Someone with no title of their own - someone who didn't have the power to stop Valentine with… other methods.

"Your Majesty."

"Magnus Banes. I'm most curious who you are approaching me as." The Seelie Queen did not rise from her throne. "The High Warlock of Brooklyn? Or the Crown Prince of Edom?"

He'd known that was coming, and he managed not to flinch at her mocking. "The High Warlock, m'lady. I wish to discuss the terms of protection of my warlocks and I."

"Of course. The rose has not yet wilted, so my offer of protection still stands."

"Indeed. However, should Valentine raise the angel and we are forced to seek refuge in your realm… in what manner will we be welcomed?"

"Whatever do you mean, High Warlock?"

"Will my warlocks be… your subjects?"

"Are you suggesting that would be a bad thing?" The Seelie Queen's voice hardened.

"Not at all, your Majesty. To serve one such as yourself can only be seen as an honor. However, many Downworlders are young. They do not understand the fine details of courtly behavior. I fear some may… misstep should they attempt to learn the ways of your court overnight."

"You make a fair point." She ceded. "The mortal realm has grown so lax. They do not understand proper behavior. They aren't born royalty like the two of us are."

She was certainly twisting that knife today, wasn't she? "Then you see my dilemma."

"Fear not, High Warlock. Downworlders seeking refuge shall be welcomed as loyal guests. Therefore allowing for… some missteps."

"That is most gracious of you."

"Should any wish to join my court at a later time, though, I am sure we will all be amenable."

What a damn loophole that was. The Seelie knew how to coerce a wish better than any. "Should any have such an honest desire in their heart, I would not stop them from seeking it."

The Seelie Queen's smile was predatory. "You are all about following the desires in your heart, are you not, High Warlock?"

Tread carefully now, Magnus. "In most cases, Your Majesty."

"I was saddened by your most recent broken relationship. It promised to be such a romantic story. The Shadow World's own Romeo and Juliet."

"Romeo and Juliet were of the Shadow World." Magnus reminded her.

"Ah, true. But even their story might be said to pale to a romance between a Prince of Edom and a Nephilim. I suppose spending eternity apart is better than death by poison and dagger in the end, though. Is it not?"

Right now, Magnus was wondering if the poison or dagger weren't better, but held his tongue. "If that settles the terms, Your Majesty, perhaps I should speak to my fellow Downworlders."

"A moment, Prince of Edom. The terms are not yet settled."

Magnus felt his heart sink, especially with her mocking use of a demonic title he truly had no claim on. Any claim he might have once had he'd given up when he banished his father centuries ago. Still, he'd suspected that his ties to Asmodeus would cause her to make more demands. "I see. Was there more you required?"

"I must admit to being curious why you of all Downworlders would ask of me this favor."

"For the safety of my fellow warlocks."

"And yet you do not need this court to save them, Prince of Edom. Valentine may be cunning, but in the end he is but one Nephilim. Certainly no match for your father, should you request his aid."

Magnus felt his skin crawl at the mention of his father, and the Seelie Queen's sharp smile did little to aid his growing unease. "It merely seems to me, Your Majesty, that allowing a Greater Demon loose to stop one Nephilim is a tad… excessive."

"More excessive than asking your Warlocks to seek refuge with my people while a madman destroys the rest of the Downworld?"

"In my father's case, we would merely be trading one source of destruction for another."

"I suppose he may still be upset about being banished to Edom by his son." The Seelie Queen seemed to contemplate the idea as if it were a fascinating possibility. "However, you always were your father's favorite child, Magnus Bane. To have you by his side may be worth the death of one Nephilim."

He'd thought about it - of course he had. The possibility of asking his father's aid. Just what he may ask in return. Was saving the entire Downworld not worth his own eternal life spent miserable in Edom? Angry Asmodeus might be, but stopping the angel from rising would be in the bastard's own best interest. Yet, here he was, asking the Seelie Queen's favor instead.

"Oh!" The Seelie Queen clapped her hands. "I see! Even now you are optimistic about your romance with the Nephilim."

"What does Alexander have to do with anything?" Magnus gave a hard smile of his own.

"Your Shadowhunter lover may forgive a deal with me. But not with a Prince of Hell."

"You might be surprised. Alexander is a progressive thinker." Magnus offered, even as his mind whirled.

Was it true? Was that why he was set on this path? Was he so selfish as to place his own life above the entire Downworld? Should he be summoning his father instead?

The Seelie Queen's laugh sounded through the grove, and she stood to approach him. "Do not look so disquiet, Little Prince of Edom. We are royalty. Selfishness becomes us." She circled him, slowly. A predator who smelled blood. "That is why, for me to aid you and yours, I must ask you not interfere with any other games I may have afoot."

"An eternity without games between us? Surely that would be boring." Magnus countered. "Shall we say instead that, during the hunt for Valentine, I shall be far too busy to concern myself with other games?"

"And after?"

"Come now, Your Majesty. We are immortal. What would our lives be without games?"

"Truer words could not be chosen. Very well, I find that an acceptable term." She continued to circle him. "Now, as for these council meetings, being under my protection means I and I alone speak for the Downworld. I have no doubt your jilted lover shall attempt to speak to you directly. You are to hold your tongue on matters involving Shadowhunters and Downworlders. I have full say over what is and is not acceptable between us and the Clave so long as you and yours are under my protection. After all, the only way to protect you all properly is to be in complete control of the situation."

She stopped in front of him, her smile amused and her eyes triumphant. "What say you, Magnus Banes? Are my terms acceptable?"

"You are most thorough, Your Majesty." Oh, how the next meeting would suck. He could practically feel Alexander's eyes on him directly, as if he was to blame for it all. He wouldn't be completely wrong to think so, either. Still, most of the terms affected him more than Lucian or Raphael. She was asking he tie his hands - but she wasn't asking the same of them. He could only hope they would be up to the task of battling whatever other games she had going.

"I am a Queen, Little Prince. I must be thorough."

"I find your terms acceptable."

She reached up a hand to caress his face, and it took a lot of willpower not to yank away. "I do so enjoy negotiating with you. I shall see you at the next council meeting. Be sure to stay close to my side. Dismissed."

"Your Majesty." Magnus bowed, and retreated from the grove. Even as he downed a drink in his apartment a few moments later, the sour taste of defeat remained.

Fini

As always, I tend to be late getting into a show. I couldn't help but think, watching the end of season 2, that Warlock culture in Shadowhunters is closer to Seelie than Werewolf or Vampire. Werewolf and Vampire culture seem to follow survival of the fittest rules, with packs/clans that you can both join and split from, and who settle disagreement through fighting. Whereas Warlock culture, like Seelie, seems more court and intrigue based. It got me thinking that, especially with so many warlocks being old enough to have been raised during times when Monarchies were common, it made sense why Magnus would choose to side with the Seelie Queen. The transition for warlocks into such a culture wouldn't be as difficult, if it came to that.

I also think the Seelie Queen would have definitely made a point of who Magnus's father was and that he could actually ask for his help to stop Valentine. (Azuzel could have easily killed Valentine when he had him, and he wasn't as powerful as Asmodeus.) Which explains to me why he would have gone to her alone to strike a deal. Not only would he not have wanted Lucian and Raphael present while she mocked his demonic parentage, the fact that he had another out (But didn't want to take it) would have given her leverage to make more demands on him. (And I definitely think she did.)

#shadowhunters fic #shadowhunters #magnus bane #the seelie queen #episode coda

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twitchesandstitches · 5 years

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The Great Library was a vast enough eldritch realm that there were enough room for smaller pockets for magic to carve out enclaves of spirit sanctuaries within them, and establish little pocket realms loosely tethered to the rest of the Library; close enough, so to speak, that you could walk through a door in the Library and into someone’s personal realm with ease and comfort, but distinct enough that the all seeing eyes of the spirit that commanded the Library had no actual influence or power there.

He probably didn’t care what anyone did, as long as it was not misusing his knowledge or stealing it, but it paid to be cautious around spirits… divorced from understanding of humans, or so Raven understood. Magnus had taught her this with some urgency when she was young; she knew that spirits were more direct than mortals. They were a purpose and domain given its own form, and did not understand the complexities and changes that a human did. Some dealt with this magnanimously, such as spirits of righteous concepts like Valor or Honor. Some, like the great knowledge spirit of this Library, regarded mortals as hopelessly treacherous and insane, as lost as the tides upon the ocean. And he had told her scary bedtime stories about entities like Koh the Face Stealer, and those like him altogether too interested in mortal weakness, taking the faces and perspectives of mortals to experience it for themselves.

Ever since she was small, long before she had ever towered over him and everyone else, Raven had always listened closely to him. One day, a red giant with one eye had taken in a half-demon girl, on perhaps a whim or a stirring of compassion within his heart, and a longing for a father who had long since left into the ether.

To Raven, the demon Trigon was a monster. A nightmare that even the great demonic Who’s Who tomes refused to talk about in detail. Talking grimoires clammed up, stifling their screaming voices, and would say nothing of him. He was many things in her mind; a looming inevitability, something she would have to take care of, a reminder that she had been born wrong. But he was not Father to her.

When Raven thought ‘Father’, she saw a giant of a man, with a great mane of feathered red hair, a single shifting eye. Always a word for the curious, sarcastic snarking for the unwise, and moments of childish pique… but always kind with her, patient and encouraging her talents no matter how they might frighten her, or she frighten others.

The sanctuary of Magnus the Red, his students, and those he had named sons and daughters, they lived within a realm partially modeled after many worlds he had taken a liking to, an ever shifting magical wonderland of infinite possibilities, and the multiverse’s most complicated antique shop. Buildings lay within this realm at odd angles to one another, streets sticking out around invisible trajectories to create mountains of buildings all twisting around one another, and talking raven-spirits flapping about to make sarcastic comments at people.

Presently she and Magnus were within his own sanctum, a place of power to preserve his incorporeal form and make him properly solid for a while and stabilize his powers a bit. It pleased him to follow her whim to make it look like a giant T-letter. Within it, they were having a meeting.

“Sit, my child,” he said, squatting down upon a heavy mat in the fashion of his homeworld from lost antiquity, Prospero. Raven sat in precisely the same way, her gargantuan backside serving the role of a chair. Awkwardly, she pulled her heavy cloak over herself, trying to wear it like he did and she had some trouble. Her chest was getting in the way. Granted, he was quite broad in the chest but not quite in the same way she was.

She was, in every way, a loving daughter who wanted nothing more than to be like her father. Not Trigon. Magnus.

He looked fondly at her, but also sadly.

“There is…” he started, and stopped. He fumbled for the words. “Ah. ...You are well, today? My child?”

Raven nodded demurely. “Yes, father. I am well. The nightmares of…” she shifted anxiously. “Well, you know. I am not dreaming of that anymore. I suppose the medicine worked?”

“That’s good to hear. Yes, good. Er…” he looked awkward again. “I think I know what was causing those nightmares.”

“You do? I thought the general idea was that… he… was growing in power and was attempting to contact me through my dreams.”

“I had thought so too, and that is indeed the case. However… I may have unintentionally given him a route, of sorts.”

Raven’s face, as red as his own, paled into a grayish horror. “You, you what?”

“Not on purpose!” He waved a great hand anxiously. “I was studying a summoning spell for him!”

“Oh dear lord…”

“Not to summon him, not at all! I was simply trying to find out his name!” He sighed. “I don’t want to have to wait for him to make the first move. When we face him, and we will, I swear to you, I want it on our terms. But I needed more information; his name, something to use to track his realms of power or fiendish armies, a way to figure out his cults in the material realm. So I was decoding his summoning spell, working out the programming in it, so to speak.”

Raven calmed down, a bit. A summoning spell ,of the classic ‘call up something into a circle’, was effectively the magical version of messaging someone with the bonus of making them materialize under certain controls. What he was talking about was theoretically possible, and she had no doubt he could do it.

“Then, you have his name?”

Magnus bowed his head. “Yes. I have a name, of great importance to him. The seed of his existence.”

“You do!? What is it?”

He hesitated. “Raven… this is… ah. Look, I called you here to tell you this because we both know the day will soon come when you will have to face him. Sooner or later, he will press that matter, and I intend to see you slay him and take his power for your own. But… now, there is something else. I have to fight him. Not just because I want to, for your sake.”

Raven frowned. “I’m not sure I understand. Do you not have his name?”

“I do. And that is what worries me.” He sighed. “Daughter, you understand that many ages ago, I was… very, very badly hurt.”

She recalled her history lessons. “The Thousand Sons teach that in ages past, your essence was shattered into many shards. Each one containing a portion of yourself.”

“Yes. And in order to retain me, my shards sought each other ought and enough recombined to allow me to keep my mind. And I was badly weakened, as most of my power was scattered. And over time, I found more of them, becoming more whole and powerful… but I never did find them all.”

“The best of you remained as the core aspect, and over time, you found more pieces of yourself,” she said.

“Yes! Very good. Now tell me, how many shards do you think a soul would break into? Bearing in mind that the soul is, by its nature, indivisible and infinite.”

She considered this riddle. “I would think that there is no limit. You could have any number of shards, and since the soul encompasses all you are and COULD be, you might have many, each comprising a minute facet of your being. Is that not so?”

“Indeed. And as I embody the magical potential of humanity as a whole, and therefore multitudes, I could be stretched farther than mortals would be.” Magnus tapped his chest, a nail clicking against one of the spike/horns growing from his chest. “So how many do you think I was reduced to?”

Raven took a guess. “Hrm. A few hundred?”

He winced. “Selling me a bit short there.”

“...A thousand?”

“I wish. More manageable and I enjoy the theming. But no.”

“Father, I don’t know. How many did you break into.”

He looked up, his face weary with an ancient ache. “Trillions. More.”

“Trillions!?”

“I broke apart into so many pieces, each one aware, if barely. Some larger and more powerful. Others less so, but each one an aspect of me. When some of these shards found one another, they fused into what I am now; myself, if not quite whole at least stable. And there were still vast gaps in my being, for eons I searched but never found them all.”

Raven leaned forward, eyes wide and fearful. “Father… do you mean that… oh, are you alright? Are you hurting, even now?!”

“Don’t worry, dear child. I have become whole, over time. The soul is a growing thing, and experience, understanding, growth? I have found all that. I have changed, and so my soul has healed itself. My power is weaker, yes, I would have to fuse with my shards to truly regain my full power, but my being, the essence of what makes me who I am? I have grown into a new Magnus, and made myself whole. I fixed myself, you see.”

Raven sighed, looking relieved. “I was worried there, Father. And, why do you tell me this?”

His single eye narrowed gravely. “You must know that, therefore, many of these shards are still out there. Most are just pockets of raw potentiality, unlikely to do more than exercise random magic. No mind there, just a sense of will. But some, with more essential aspects in the beginning, took on their own life.”

“And, if you grew back into someone…” Raven pondered this. “Then perhaps they have grown into something else as well?”

“You have it! And for the most part, this is not so bad. Some of them are harmless. Others, mutated into dangerous monsters that I must find and slay. But others embodied… terrible aspects of who I was. Spiteful tendencies, vindictiveness, thoughts of wanting to be extremely important, and overwhelming arrogance.”

Raven loved her adoptive father, but she was also realistic. “Thank goodness you left all that behind,” she said sarcastically.

“Yes, it’s rather a good job, isn’t it?” Magnus replied proudly, quite blind to it. “But those parts of myself are still out there. They are still in existence, and over time… I believe they found one another. All the worst in me, coming together without a single aspect of the parts of me that knew compassion… trust, love, the need for other people and a desire to help. Everything, in short, that makes me human.”

Raven frowned. “And those shards might have grown, as you have.”

Magnus’ expression was terribly blank. “This is no hypothetical situation. I can prove it.” He pulled out a roll of parchment, and upon it were many things, but at the bottom:

A summon spell, decoded in messy script, and below it, was the name of Magnus.

“Father?” Raven took it and studied it. “This spell… your name is the central part of it? What is it?”

“A summoning spell for the demon who sired you,” Magnus said grimly. “This is what I’ve been studying, and he used that to try to pinpoint your location. I’ve created wards so he cannot do that now, but I’ve learned his origin.”

Raven tried to work this out. “Okay, but what do you have to do with-”

The shards of myself can grow…

Pieces of myself, the very worst in me, without any shred of humanity or compassion…

Father’s name, on the parchment. On a summoning spell for Trigon.

Evil pieced together, without any room for goodness in there, evolving… growing… and demons, fiends, were just what happened when evil took on a face and a will.

And Trigon looked so very much like Magnus the Red.

Raven paled again. “Oh dear, sweet Primus.”

Magnus shuffled away from her. “Please… Raven. Understand, I am not Trigon! And he is not me! I-”

“But he was made from a piece of you,” she said, understanding dawning. She forced herself to calm down.

This is Father. It has always been Father.

He is not the monster you fear.

She remembered a great red hand, always at her shoulder. Giving her treats. A warm voice, making snide comments at the more fussy Thousand Sons. Always standing up for her, and so kind to her mother…

Father.

Raven tried not to think about the terrible feelings welling up, the confusion and random surges of fear, and silenced them. Deal with them later, she told herself. She wiped away tears. “I’m sorry, Father,” she said meekly. “I.. I don’t… this, this isn’t your fault…!”

What have I done to Father? He must think so terribly of himself…!

Magnus’ face curled in horror. “My fault!? I, no! This isn’t about me, this is about you! The demon that plagues you, he is my fault! Now, more than ever, it is my responsibility to help you end him.”

“Does that mean… you can become more whole by making him fuse with you? Will that help you?”

Magnus shook his head. “No. We’ve been apart for so long that I haven’t the faintest idea what he has become. A fiend, yes, but apart from that? He’s certainly far less human that I ever was, and I suspect he’s evolved into something else entirely. I’m more interested in how you can help yourself by… hrm, how do i put this delicately… ‘absorbing him’, I suppose?”

“You, you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I trust you, daughter. And whatever power he has, I’d rather have you claim it, and make yourself the best you can be.”

“But, it’s your power!”

He didn’t look at her. Just saying ‘I don’t trust myself to stay me after absorbing him’ was out of the question.

Magnus trusted Raven. He did not trust himself.

“We can end him,” he promised. “Whatever happens after that. We are the key to undoing that monster’s evil. I, the remnant of what he once was a part of. You, the person he made as a vessel. We are in a perfect position to ruin his plans, and for you to become something even greater than you already are!”

Raven bowed her head. “I am willing to try, at least.”

Sometime later…

“And that is the situation,” Magnus said to the assembled Thousand Sons, the Blood Ravens, his other orders, and the human wizards and witches that were allied to him. “Are there any questions?”

A Blood Raven raised his hand.

“Yes? Gabriel Angelos!”

“The plan is still to kill this wretched fiend,” Angelos said. “So apart from a technicality, that the fiend was born from pieces of you, has much actually changed?”

“A lot has changed! It’s a lot more personal than it already was, and it was really damn personal to begin with!”

“Doesn’t sound like much has changed.”

“Oh, shut up and let someone else ask something. You! Tall wizard, the one with red hair.”

A human wizard, red-haired and peeking out of the copious masses of Hermione Granger’s hair, had his hand raised. He was called Ron Weasley, and he had a point to make. “So does this make Lady Raven your actual daughter, or what?”

“She already was,” Magnus said flatly. “Next question.”

“No, no! I mean, adopted, yes, but… biologically! Is she your actual daughter!?”

“We have different meanings of ‘actual’. She is my daughter, end of story. Next question?”

“But if she’s Trigon’s daughter, and Trigon is a part of you, is there some kinda, what’s the word, transitive property that make her your kid too?”

“For pity’s sake! No one actually cares!”

Raven raised a hand. “I care, Father.” She smiled at that.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me you believe that biological parentage is more ‘legitimate’ than adoption!”

“Well, no… but it’s still a nice notion, all the same.”

Magnus sighed. A Thousand Son - Ahriman, perhaps - piped up. “This, I think, makes the Lady Raven Lord Magnus’ first heir!”

“SHE ALREADY WAS!” Magnus bellowed. “It’s even in my completely pointless will!”

“I recommend a grand celebration!” Ahriman continued, ignoring him. “Let us celebrate the downfall of our eldest enemy, and the discovery of a true scion to lead us all!”

“How is he an eldest enemy?” asked a witch; Luna Lovegood, Raven thought. “You’ve only known of his nature for a short while.”

“He is retroactively a greatest enemy,” sad a Blood Raven, with a straight face somehow. “And he was at one point part of Lord Magnus. Everyone knows that Lord Magnus’ greatest enemy is himself.”

“Hey now!” Magnus complained.

“I’m sorry, Father, but they’ve a point,” Raven said.

“Oh gods not you too.”

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imdifferentshadesofpurple · 7 years

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Jaebum x Reader [featuring GOT7 x BTS] → angel!au / demon!au Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

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“The beginning,” Mark started, hand moving to clutch his pocket watch once again, “the beginning was co-existence. There was our Father and there were the angels. Most people know the story of how Lucifer was once one of us. Our Father’s favorite. He was the hope for mankind. Our Father believed he could lead, be the angel the world needed.”

Jaebum’s cold voice interjected, “He was sent to Earth to observe. A mission where Father forbade interaction of any kind. He wanted Lucifer to watch, wanted him to learn from them.”

Jinyoung’s soft voice was next, “But he started...relations with a human woman. It was forbidden. Angels and humans cannot interact in that way. And they cannot fall in love. They especially cannot reproduce.”

Your eyes met Mark’s and he smiled sadly continuing, “Father didn’t approve, even though Lucifer had already impregnated the human woman. But as time passed, with the birth approaching, He slowly changed his mind. A baby was a good thing, a miracle of life. But that was never Lucifer’s main goal. He wanted a child, one born of angel and human blood. A child that could possess magnificent abilities.”

You felt your insides churn, “A child that could rule the Heavens.”

“Exactly,” Mark replied, “Children spawned from an angel and a human would be powerful. Though they wouldn’t be as strong as God himself, he or she could rival the very being that created the world. Lucifer wanted that. Control over his son or daughter which in turn meant control over everything else. When He discovered Lucifer’s plan, He was infuriated. He summoned the Bone Witches, Twin psychics that guard the Veil, to banish him to the circles of Hell. He’s trapped there now, no way out. But his child, Mammon the half demon, can take on a human body. He can wreak havoc on the world with the abilities he must possess. The only problem is he can’t take a body freely. The magic from the Bone Witches provides a protective barrier over the Heavens and over Earth. Mammon needs them both dead so that he can take control of his powers. Lucifer can never escape but his son can end the world.”

“What happened to his mother,” Maria asks.

Jackson’s gaze is cold, “Dead. She died giving birth to that monster.”

You stare at the empty bowl in front of you, processing all the information coming in at once. “The Bone Witches. What are they?”

“Twin psychics, like I mentioned before. They protect the Veil.”

Youngjae speaks up, arms crossing over his chest, “And the Veil is a breach---”

“A breach in the The Void that separates the human world from the world of the dead. It’s a gateway.”

“You know about the Veil,” Jinyoung asks, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You shrug, “My grandmother. She’d tell us stories. Before she passed away. Rose and I...we started seeing demons when we were ten. I was always afraid but my sister was the strongest out of us both. Even at such a young age, she’d do what she could to fight them away. She even went as far as to ask our parents for martial arts classes. We were both pretty good at it. But the demon sightings increased as we got older. And at first, we had promised to keep it a secret. We tried our best but they kept showing up, more than ever before. So Rose went to our parents. They didn’t believe us and our grandmother was gone by then. When a demon tried to attack a girl during class, Rose fought it and killed it. But no one else could see besides us so she was instantly labeled crazy. I wanted to be normal, I didn’t want to see them, so when my parents asked if I could...I lied. And they sent Rose to Dymphna Psychiatric Hospital. She stayed there until she died a few days ago.”

It’s quiet after that, not one sound, and it made your heart hurt. You had kept that part of your life a painful secret, even from Maria. There were years you so desperately wanted to forget.

Trying to ease the apparent tension, Jinyoung gasps quietly, “All of the introductions haven’t been made.”

You meet his eyes, amused, “Introductions?”

Mark laughs, one leg crossing over the other, “I almost forgot you actually have no idea who we are. I’m Mark Tuan. The oldest. Probably the best looking.”

Jackson scoffs and turns towards you, hand extended, “Jackson Wang. Or Jiaer. Whichever you prefer. The bodyguard, the best fighter out of the seven.”

Jinyoung rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree, “We’ve met, obviously, but I’m Park Jinyoung. The eomma of these six brats.”

Youngjae is next, sweet smile on his face as he bows to you, “I’m Choi Youngjae. I’m usually the one that runs all the errands for my incredibly lazy hyungs.”

The two maknaes lunge forward at once, “I’m BamBam, the most fashionable angel you’ll ever meet.”

“And I’m Kim Yugyeom, the maknae. The innocence.”

"Innocence my ass,” Jaebum gripes. Sending you a quick glance, he’s the last to introduce himself, “Im Jaebum. The leader.”

You stare at them, these seven boys that have so unceremonioiusly burst their way into your life, and suddenly feel so overwhelmed. Like the energy has been sucked from you, you collapse slightly in your seat, Maria darting up to your side in seconds.

“Hey...are you alright?”

You nod slowly, “Just, I’m suddenly really tired.”

“I’ll take you to your room,” Jaebum suddenly says, helping you up. He turns to the others, “Get some rest, all of you. But stay alert and stay close.”

You should be surprised when their wings spread from their backs, the white so stark against the darkness from outside. But you aren’t. And one by one, they disappear into thin air, sending you smiles and promises to see you soon. Jackson is the only one left, moving towards Maria.

“Hyung’s got this covered. How about another drink at Sablo?”

She’s still looking at you, worry etched across her pretty features. You gesture to Jackson and try to stand a little straighter. “Go. I’ll be fine. Like Jackson said, Jaebum is here.”

In the blink of an eye, Jackson’s wings encase them both, and you notice how Maria is also unsurprised. Like she had been waiting for it. You smile amusingly as she clings to him and she frowns, “What?”

Shaking your head, “Nothing. You just look comfortable. Go on. And Jiaer, please take care of her.”

He nods and like the others, is gone before you can inhale. You slump against Jaebum and he helps you to your room. Your sheets are damp, sweat caused from your nightmare about Rose causing you to wrinkle your nose. You look up in surprise as Jaebum laughs and sits you down by the window.

“Sheets?”

You point to the cabinets in the bathroom and watch him strip your bed and replace the sheets. It all seems so normal and for a second, you let your eyes drift shut. When his hand lands on your knee, you open them and see him crouching in front of you, “How able are you to take a shower right now? I don’t think your clean sheets go well with nightmare stench.”

You chuckle, “I can manage. I assume you’ll be right outside the door?”

“Your assumptions are correct.”

You nod and slowly get up, closing the door and shedding your clothes. The hot water glides across skin and your groan quietly at the sensation. Muscles finally tensing, you stretch your arms over your head and roll your neck. You don’t let what happened tonight affect you. You kept your eyes shut and just let everything fall away. When a knock sounds at your door, you peek around the shower curtain and hear Jaebum’s slightly worried voice.

“You didn’t die in there, did you?”

Grinning, you shut off the cooling water and wrap a towel around yourself. Swinging the door open, you almost bump into Mr. Overprotective, arms braced against each side of the door. Seeing you, he sighs and pushes away, “Thank God. I thought something happened.”

“I would’ve yelled.” “The Seven are tricky. They can kill without making any noise at all.”

The Seven. “The Veil Y/N! Don’t let the Veil break! Don’t let the demons loose! Trust them! The Seven! They will help you.”

“Y/N?”

You turn and see the same worried look on his face, “Something wrong?”

Tightening the hold on your towel, your brows furrow, “The nightmare I had...before. It had Rose in it. We were...making waffles. It was like none of the demon stuff had ever happened. And then suddenly...she was being dragged down into Hell and she yelled to me to trust the Seven. That they’d help me. And then I woke up.”

Jaebum places himself at the edge of your bed, “The Seven. She meant us?”

“I don’t know. Aren’t...Namjoon and the others...they’re the Seven as well?”

He curses silently under his breath, “They are. The Seven of Hell while we’re the Seven of God. But you don’t honestly think Rose meant them?”

Moving towards your dresser, you dig for clothes, “Well considering I was tortured by them, then no, probably not.”

You don’t know why you’re surprised everytime you hear him laugh but you are. Like you didn’t expect it from someone so serious. You duck into the bathroom and get dressed, exiting a few moments later to see him now by the window. His lips are moving but you can’t make out what he’s saying. You climb under your sheets, letting him finish his conversation. When he’s done, he turns to you, “Father hopes you’re feeling better. He can answer any questions I, myself can’t.”

“You were talking to God just now?”

He smiles, “I was. He wanted to know how you were. I told him you were going to rest. Probably after an intense game of questions and answers.”

“You bet your ass. Now sit. I’ll begin.”

You scoot over, making room for him next you, but he stays planted by the window. Patting the space, you gesture him to come over, even though his eyes are asking if you’re crazy or not. Sighing, you lean against your headboard, “By now, I know I’m safe around you. I also know you’re not going to try and take advantage of me. You’re no longer a stranger Mr. Im so hurry and sit. It’s fucking freezing and you look like you’re warm.”

“Okay, okay. I’m coming. Just stop with the Mr. Im and watch your language. I’m an angel after all.”

You scoff and smile at the instant warmth he provides when his shoulder brushes against yours. Crossing his arms across his chest, “Begin. Question one.”

“You knew Rose?” “I did. After your visit, the one on your birthday, I paid her a visit for the first time. She was...a mess, to put it kindly. She was seeing demons but had no way of fighting them from inside the hospital. Father felt sorry for her. She was the only Bone Witch that was willing to put up a fight. When you declared that night you couldn’t see demons, your powers slowly started to fade away. They faded until they became dormant. And with your abilities hidden, it cloaked you from Namjoon and the others. That’s why they thought Rose was the last.”

You take a deep breath, “When Rose...when she died. She said your name.”

Jaebum leans back, the back of his head hitting the wall, “We were...friends. I cared about her. She must’ve thought saying my name would lead you to me. Maybe she hoped your powers would reawaken.”

He’s a bit silent after that and you wait a minute before your next question.

“How did my powers reawaken? Because I saw Rose that time too. She wouldn’t allow me to die. She yelled at me to wake up and suddenly I’m glowing and golden and I feel like I have the power to crush a skull in my hand.”

“To reawaken dormant powers...one has to almost die. The brink of death shakes the soul of a human. Your abilities sprang back to life because of the torture. Rose was probably trying to keep you awake.”

“Jaebum,” you ask carefully, “did you know Namjoon was going to take me? Did you know he was gonna do that to me? Were you waiting for my powers to reawaken before saving me?”

He doesn’t answer and you know it’s true. You sit there in silence, unsure if you’re angry or not. There had been cuts on you, deep wounds, slices caused by Jimin’s mere gaze upon your skin. You had healed quickly, an ability of yours you guessed, the moment you started to glow. Even though your muscles hurt and you felt like you hadn’t slept in eons, you were fine. In one piece. And you could feel your power running through you, healing what damage was left.

But you had been tortured. Sent to the very edge of possible death. It could’ve been avoided. They could’ve saved you. Or better yet, none of this needed to happen. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to be a part of this fight. You left it behind, years ago. And now you had been thrust back in it, without consent.

“You look mad.”

You don’t really want to look at him so you focus on your vanity instead, “I’m a little...you know what? I am. Mad. I was kidnapped. Tortured. Tortured Jaebum. And instead of being saved, you waited until I almost died before saving me. Which, by the way, I saved myself thank you very much. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be a Bone Witch. I want to wake up tomorrow, no powers, and fight the human bad guys. I want to do my job and grab drinks with Maria on the weekend and maybe date sometime in the near future. I don’t want to do this!”

You throw you duvet up in frustration and he just watches you lose your temper. He understands. This was never the road you wanted your life to take. You wanted normalcy. That’s why you lied that night. That’s why Rose got admitted and you continued on into high school and college and eventually the police academy. If you had chosen this, the way she had, your reaction wouldn’t have been anger.

“Y/N. I know...I know all that. And if there was someone to help us, if Rose was still here, you’d never have to step foot in this fight. But she isn’t. You are the last witch. Your powers are the only thing stopping the world from burning to the ground. We, the Seven, are not as powerful as you are. And even if you walked away from this, Namjoon will hunt you. They will hurt you. They’ll kill you. And I won’t let that happen, I can’t watch it happen.”

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath, “I can protect myself Jaebum.”

“I’m well aware. But this is different. They are strong. They are Lucifer’s Seven for a reason. Let us help you. Let Jackson train you. You’ll be better prepared and when this is all over, you can walk away.”

“And if I’m not alive to do so?”

He’s silent, like he didn’t think of this before. Like he expected you to win and end all this and be alive to live the rest of your life. He climbs out of your bed, pulling the covers up to cover you.

“Sleep. You’ll need it. And when you’re ready, we can take you to Father.”

Fal locks the door behind her, keys hung up and purse on the table before she calls out, “Babe? I’m home!”

It’s strong arms that encase her in seconds, causing a sigh as she lays her head back against a firm chest. A chuckle sounds by her ears, the warm breath welcome as it fans across cold skin.

“You’re home late. Work is keeping my wife from me, I’m not sure how much I enjoy that.”

She lets him sway her back and forth at the foot of the stairs, the stress declining with each passing second. His cheek is against her hair and even though her back is to him, she can see his face clearly in her mind. Her eyes shut and she apologizes, “I know. Cap has been running us back and forth ever since Y/N’s sister passed away. They’ve known each other since college so it’s understandable she wants this case closed and locked away tight. Give it a few more days baby. You’ll have me back at normal functioning hours.”

Namjoon chuckles, grabbing her hand and leading her to the kitchen, “Having you back for dinner would be nice. I cooked hours ago. But it’s in the oven waiting. And I’m sorry to hear about Y/N’s sister. It must be devastating for her.”

Fal’s unwrapping her dinner, attention on the spaghetti in front of her, “It is. She seems so down. Which makes sense. But she’ll be fine eventually. They haven’t spoken in years, from what I was told, so it’ll hurt for awhile. She’s strong Joonie. She’ll be okay.”

He nods, “I hope so. If there’s anything she needs, you let me know. Anyway I’m exhausted babe. Work was killer for me too. Eat up and then get to bed, I won’t wait forever.”

He sends her a wink as he turns away, causing her to laugh, “Yeah, yeah Mr. Impatient. I’ll be up. Thanks for the food.”

He climbs the stairs casually, hands in pockets as his smile turns to a grimace. He opens his bedroom door to find Jimin sprawled across his pillows.

“Yah. Get the hell off, I sleep there. I don’t know where your filthy body has been.”

He laughs loudly and unreserved, not at all worried about the female down below in the kitchen, “I had a date but it ended up being a bust. So I figured I’d come see what your grand plan is.”

Namjoon meets his gaze, “What grand plan?”

“Oh come on. The grand plan? With your lovely wife? You used your cloaking abilities to get close to her once you started getting ‘weird feelings’ from the precinct. I mean, bravo. The last Bone Witch was working there this entire time so your weird ass feelings actually helped us out. But you’re not like...in love with her. But you’re playing house anyway. You’re using unnecessary magic to keep your actual identity from Fal. I want to know your end game. This is the one part of your life you never discuss. Not even with Jin hyung. So I’m a little curious. Humor me.”

He lies back, arms crossed behind his head. Namjoon is too tired for this. He wasn’t able to dispose of the last witch and got his ass chewed out by Father. Jimin needed to mind his own damn business.

So he tells him as much.

“Out. Get your rest somewhere else. I’m too tired for your shit and need I remind you, I don’t answer to you. Which means I don’t have to humor you either. I’ve got Fal under control so find another face to suck on. Be ready when I call.”

He bursts into his bathroom and knows when Jimin’s disappeared, he always left behind a smell of lust that hung around for days.

Running his hands through his hair, he takes in a deep breath, bracing his arms on either side of the sink. He can hear Fal moving beneath him, finished eating, and he knew he’d have to compose himself before she sensed something was wrong.

He strips and gets into the shower, the water scalding as it runs over the scars covering his back. He can’t seem to calm his thoughts and on nights like this, he wished he could just close his eyes and fall.

But he doesn’t have that luxury anymore and when Fal climbs into the shower after him, he uses her to forget instead.

.Great. A date in God knows how long and he stands me up.

Shan cradles her wine glass close, watching for a familiar head of blonde hair. She had met Jimin weeks ago and had been casually seeing each other since then. He had texted her and asked to meet for drinks but he had yet to be seen and she was starting to get a little pissed off.

Downing the rest of her wine, she moves to leave before a voice stops her, “Leaving so soon? I feel as if a night without at least two glasses of wine is a waste.”

Turning, she’s met with probably the most handsome person she’s ever seen. He’s smiling at her, even with his eyes, and she can’t help her breath catching. His dark hair is up and out of the way, suit clinging to every curve of his toned body. Hands in pockets, his head tilts to the side and she suddenly wonders what it’d be like to sink her teeth into the skin of his neck.

Feeling warm suddenly, she avoids his gaze, “If I drink another glass, it’ll just remind me of how screwed up my love life is.”

He hums in agreement, grabbing the seat across her, “Whatever that guy’s name is, he’s an idiot for not showing up.”

Surprised, she leans forward, “Have you been watching me Mr. Stranger? I have to admit, that’s a bit odd. More creepy than anything else.”

He laughs and she decides she wants to hear it several more times. “To avoid being creepy, is it best if I say I wasn’t watching you? Even though you’re entirely too hard to miss?”

She blushes, “I’m sure there is someone here harder to miss than me.”

“I beg to differ. You’re the most eye catching thing at this bar.”

She smiles, suddenly glad Jimin never came, “Is there a name that goes with that handsome face of yours?”

Hand extending towards her, he bows slightly in his seat, “Jinyoung.”

Taking his hand in hers, she decides maybe another glass of wine won’t be so bad, “Shan. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh the pleasure is all mine. It looks like Heaven was smiling down on me tonight.”

You’re asleep, your questions only half answered.

Jaebum watches you from his spot at the window, wings spread out comfortably. It was odd, having them back. He had been on Earth for centuries, giving up his wings in order to blend in with the humans, to be more like them. His mission, like Lucifer’s all those eons ago, held the same weight. He couldn’t afford to fuck anything up, not with the world hanging in the balance.

But Rose.

He had made the same mistake, possibly falling in love with the very psychic that held mankind’s future in her hands. They had grown close in the time spent together, the years her sister thought she was locked up in the hospital. They had fought side by side, she and Jaebum, ridding the world of the very evil it didn’t know existed. It was a secret you couldn’t discover quite yet, the severity too great for your current state.

Jaw clenched, he kept watch over you, your face a mirror of the girl that was now gone from his life. He needed focus, whatever the cost, and banish anything he had once felt.

Rose was dead. And if he had been in love, he had no time for the heartbreak. He was human once, but with the wings back in their proper place, his mission the most important thing.

Nothing else mattered. And he’d make sure you were ready for whatever Lucifer threw next.

A/N: So. Both scenes featuring @the-porcelain-doll-xo and @kpopfanfictrash are important for the development of the story. Fal’s especially (Oooooo I wonder what happens next? Lol.) because her ever so lovely husband isn’t what he seems. And okay. Maybe I just really wanted to pair Jinyoung and Shan, don’t you judge me. Until next week. xoxo

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