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bentobarnes · 2 years

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❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝟑 ❞

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 (this) / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 (finale)

⤿ word count : 2.2k

⤿ summary : the team finds a small part of the truth about you. will they accept your offer?

⤿ note : i'm really excited to finally post part 3. i promise if you don't understand smth of the story rn it will get clearer with the next parts. 🥰

warnings : fights, death (as a feeling), abandonment, scars

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

You walked through the woods followed by the group of well-known heroes. Somehow, even though they didn't know you, they felt like you won't hurt them. You saved them out there when the agents appeared out of nowhere.

Stopping in front of a giant tree, it was the biggest of them all, you extended your hand and a large portal appeared against the wood. They couldn't see anything in it because it was solid blue color mixed with gold like someone poured blue and gold paint and stirred it with a spoon.

You stepped with your left leg and it half disappeared.

"Are you coming?" You turned to them, the shock on their face made your heart chuckle but not your face. It was too early to show a warmer tone. You knew everything about them, you still had your concerns and chose not to trust them yet. You walked through the portal before they could answer.

"Holy shit!" Sam exclaimed when he found himself on the other side of the portal.

"What the hell is this place?" Tony asked looking around in awe.

"Welcome to my world!" You greeted. You looked different now. You were wearing a light blue, long flowing dress, the back of it was cut and chains connected the pieces of clothing to keep them from falling, showing the deep scars across the skin of your back. Bucky was amazed at how confident you looked, how you weren't afraid to show off your scars but maybe that confidence also came with the crown resting on top of your head. It was a small golden crown representing thorns surrounded by roses, animal heads were hidden between the roses. He could recognize some of them: lion, wolf, and deer. Your cross earring sparkled when you finally turned your face to them.

In front, your dress was embroidered with glittered flowers. Your eyes were cold but at the same time, they were burning the flesh of the people you focused your gaze on. That's when Bucky saw the scar beginning right above your eyebrow and ending just a few fingers under your eye.

"Walk with me." You said and followed the path down the hill.

From the hill, the scenery was mesmerizing. Small houses were nestled between the hills surrounding the city. The large streets were crowded with life. At the end of the extremely long line of houses, the buildings stopped and a large stairway began from the bottom of the ground. It had maybe one hundred steps. At the end of the stairway, there was a castle. Massive walls reaching the clouds, windows reflecting the strong light of the sun. Even Asgard could eat pastries at the sight of this beautiful architecture.

"What is this place?" Loki questioned as you were walking through the busy streets of the city. People were greeting you, kneeling and lowering their heads when they saw you coming but not from fear, no, it was from respect. Some of them called you “Your Grace”, others “My Queen”. You greeted them with a small smile and a nod.

"It's the world I built. You know when our beloved father left me in the woods to die he didn't predict that there were people kind enough to show mercy over a baby. I have lived long enough, many people took care of me and died because of it but I learned to control my power. I was strong enough to create this world but of course, as the years passed by, many people tried to take it away from me. Some succeed for long enough to make life here miserable but now I'm strong enough to protect my people.

You were in front of the stairway, climbing to the top.

"And those people did you create them too?" Asked Fury.

"No, not at all. I made this world to protect people and creatures seeking a place they can call home. Elfs, fairies, magicians, ordinary people, everyone is welcome here.

"Welcome back, your grace!" Greeted a man, wearing heavy armor and a sword.

"I wasn't outside that long, Arthur." You smiled and the man opened the large doors of the castle.

The moment the doors opened, the team realized that the first room of the castle was the throne room. A throne was positioned in the middle of the room it was tall so you had to take some more stairs to sit in it. It was made from gold but the metal was almost impossible to be recognized because it was covered in thorns, red flowers were nestled between them. They weren’t roses. They looked fragile yet something about them scared Buck. It felt like those flowers were hiding something, something like death. The bright red was like blood and their shape was like a spider. He noted to search those flowers in books when they go back. A large round window was right behind the throne. On the right side was placed a table where a few men sat, talking quietly.

"Don't follow me any further." You ordered and the heroes obeyed because you were the boss here, the queen. You were a goddess clearly stronger than Thor and Loki combined, no one wanted to offend you.

You took the rest of the way alone and sat on the throne. Your throne. The knight from before stood in front of the stairs and the wolf was lying next to him.

"I have heard a lot about you people. Cap, Iron Man, Falcon, Nick Fury, The Black Widow, brothers and..." You paused for a second. "I know what you expect me to say, James, The Winter Soldier but you are so much more than this but that's for later... Now! I know you are the heroes of your world but lately, the monsters you have been fighting are becoming stronger and stronger, right?" You waited for their answer.

"Yes!" Rogers made one step forward, the men sitting at the table were staring at them with judgmental eyes since they entered the room.

"I can help you with that." You said almost sounding annoyed from doing so much talking.

"What do you mean? How? If you know something tells us!" Nick Fury shouted which made Arthur and Fenrir turn on their protective modes.

"It's alright." You lifted your hand, signaling them to drawback. "What I'm suggesting is that I can fight with you. I'm stronger than any of you, enough people were hurt because of those monsters and I can't stand seeing innocent people getting killed."

"Why do you care so much?" Tony asked. Bucky was silent. He understood your motives better than anyone did even without you telling him but he was curious about what you meant by "soo much more than this."

"Because many people died because of me, too many. Now it's my time to protect everyone I can." You replied, your voice was calm, not rising, not falling, one straight line.

"Let's say you fight with us, how are you going to rule a kingdom and fight for the Earth?" Fury asked.

"Easy. Do you remember the girl you saw on the footage of that Hydra base years ago and you wondered how it was destroyed by a normal person?" Fury nodded. "That was me. I can divide my body into two different. I lead two lives.” You stared at their expressions. It was annoying, all those years seeing the same expressions when you told someone. Except for Bucky’s eyes, they weren’t shocked, they were more like… amazed. “When I was younger, the old gods found about me and told me that I have to choose a realm to protect. I chose the Earth." You signed. "After I chose it, like everyone else before me, I was given the power to divide my body. I get hurt in this one, the other doesn't, I get pregnant in the other, not in this one. Both are my real bodies, they are just not dependable on each other." You cleared.

"I think we can use someone like her, Fury." Steve entered the conversation. Fury was still thinking.

"Not can. You desperately need her and even if you don't agree now, you will at some point." Said one of the men at the table, he was short with curly brown hair. He took a sip from his wine. You hummed.

"Okay. What should we do to find your other body?" Steve was right and Fury knew it so he finally agreed.

"You don't have to, I will come to the compound. I hope we make a good time." You offered a small smile. "Now it's time for you to go to your world. I will see you tomorrow!" You made a portal and everyone walked through it except for Bucky. He stopped in front of it.

"I can't wait to talk to you, Buck!" You softly said and for the first time since they arrived, you smiled brightly.

"Promise me you will find me." He replied, voice low.

"Just wait till tomorrow and I promise you, I won't leave your side again!" You walked down the steps and took his metal hand in yours. You made a symbol in the air above his palm and the symbol appeared on the metal. "It will seal my promise, it will disappear when I keep it." You lifted your hand and showed him that the symbol was on your hand too.

"I will wait for you!" Bucky squeezed your palm and walked through the portal. You stood there for a few moments, staring at the blue color.

"I like him! But I don't like the other guy with the eye." The deep blue-haired man, with the braided beard sitting on the table exclaimed.

"They are all not that bad!" You smiled and patted Fenrir on the head. "We all need some time to let new people in our lives."

It was pouring with rain as the next day started. The Avengers were doing their daily routines. Bucky was at the gym training with Steve but his mind was somewhere else. All he could think about was you and your promise. The symbol was still on his hand. Natasha was training with Sam.

"Well, well, hard work here!" Bucky's heart skipped a beat at the familiar sound of your voice. His head immediately turned in the direction of the voice. It was you... You looked different.

Your hair was still the same length although the white was replaced with blonde. You didn't have the scar on your eye but your sense of fashion and the way you walked like the ground you were stepping on weren't changed. Bucky wondered what the story behind the earring was. It seemed important to you.

Bucky felt a slight burn against the skin of his palm. He looked down only the see the symbol redden and disappear, yours was gone too.

"Kept the promise!" You chuckled slightly and a tiny smile grew on his face.

"It's good to see you!" He welcomed you, surprising Steve a little bit, because he wasn't expecting such a reaction.

"Wanna train? Gotta see if you are that strong as you claim to be!" Natasha stepped closer to you and your expression turned colder.

"I hope I don't disappoint you." You replied harshly, blocking Nat's surprising fist with ease. Your fingers squeezed her palm and without even acknowledging it, Natasha found herself on the floor. You were looking down at her. Everyone stared in awe. "Your moves are too predictable for someone as old as me." You extended your hand and she gladly took it.

"And that's without powers." Sam whispered under his nose, more like telling it to himself.

"How about me?" Steve stepped closer, taking Bucky by surprise. Usually, Steve didn't offer such things.

"Let's see what you can do, Cap!" Your tone was full of bitter sarcasm.

Steve took his shield and started throwing punches at you with his large fists. Both your hands were locked behind your back, all you did was move fast enough, the punches not even able to touch your hair. He threw the shield at you but you caught it, returning it back with so much force, sending Steve flying to the wall. You signed in annoyance.

You felt the air behind you move and suddenly turned around to catch Bucky's metal fist in your hand as you did previously with Natasha.

"Nice try, Buck. But not enough." Your eyes were narrowed, darkened even as if you were about to destroy everything on your way.

Sam didn't even try knowing too well that if they couldn't do it, he would fall in the first second.

After everyone was out of the gym, only you and James remained in the room.

"You promised we are going to talk." His eyes locked with yours. You loved that blue color. It reminded you of the sky on one particular day many years ago.

"Patience Buck. I can't tell you everything at once. Can you show me my room?" You said softly and his expression softened. You have been through enough, even more than him and he would wait as long as he had to for you to tell him everything you wanted to.

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Rewarded as a bully deserves (HunterXhunter)

Killua was in a rotten mode as he headed for the closet park in town, huffing and growling over him and Gon having a fight.

It was just so stupid! Here he was, a deadly assassin and for the 6th time this month they'd woken up in a bed drenched with pee. Lord knows Gon was trying to be kind and supportive but really, who could blame him for getting tired of waking up soaked?

Gon wanted Killua to start wearing 'protection' at night to bed, but the deadliest bed wetter alive refused to go that far, he had already comprised and let Gon put rubber sheets on the bed so hotel staffs stopped giving them a hard time hadn't he?

In any case they had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and Gon asked Killua to go for a walk by himself and think about what he had said.

'Screw that nonsense.. I'm go and cheer myself up the best way I know how!' Killua thought as he came to the playground area of the park. Nothing lifted his spirits like a little bit of harmless bullying.

Scanning the play area Killua spotted a good first target. a 5-6 year old with dark tanned skin and a black brush cut was digging away in the sandbox, making a moat around a sad looking sand castle he'd made with one hand, while licking away on a mint chocolate ice cream cone with the other.

spotting a plastic bucket with some water in it for the moat, Killua smirked and strolled over.

"Nice fort little guy." He said sarcastically, getting the boys attention and the kid gave him a smile.

"thanks! I was working on it for like ever!" The little guy said, apparently not recognizing the tone.

"Heh, Would be a shame if something happened to it though." Killua chuckled. "you did get house insurance against giants right?"

"Uhhh what?"

"well what if some big mean old giant.." Killua started, stepping into the sand box now. "Just came up..and did THIS!" Killua asked and stomped his foot down on top of the fort, snickering as the little guys eyes went wide.

"HEY! WHY'D YA DO THAT?!?" the little guy yelled, starting to stand up and with tears welling in his eyes.

"Because i'm better, stronger and therefore better then you. Little dorks have to get put in their place." Killua sneer and then grabbed the arm holding the ice cream cone and make the kid smuch it onto his hair. "Geez you little dorks are SUCH messy eaters!"

The boy squealed as the sudden cold on his head and how icky it felt.

"S-Stop this! I-I" the boy tried to make his threat clear but he was also trying not to full on bawl.

"heyyy don't worry about it, I'll help you clear up!" Killua laughed, then snatched up the bucket with the water in it and dumped it on the boys head, then tugged it down over the kids eyes.

"Hey, that's a good look for you, but it's missing something." Killua said and sneered, then turned the boy around and tugged back the kid's short then tanked up on the poor little guys briefs.

"Awww, a fan of sailor moon I see!" Killua teased and hooked the back of the briefs on the back of the bucket, then booted the kid in the ass, sending him sprawling out of the sand pit.

"Alright, I had my fun, get the fuck out of here before I decide to be mean." Killua said cheerfully.

the thought that all of this had been Killua being nice light a fire under the boy's butt, and he ran/crawled off, not even trying to remove the helmet or pick the wedgie out of his butt.

"well, I feel better already." Killua commented to himself, though he noticed a few other kids and adults glaring at him.

"Oh by all means, anyone who wants to try and punish me.. " Killua said, going from a happy goofy look to his slash smile. "Step up."

no one did.

After scaring two more little guys into give him all their ice cream money Killua was in the middle of getting a cone (Double chocolate mint just like the dork had had, it had looked good after all) when he heard a familiar voice.

"That's him Carlo! that's the bully!" cried the dork from before.

Turning around slowly Killua smirked, Carlo was clearly the dork's big brother, and while he was a little bit taller then Killua he had a slim build and the same tanned skin, though his hair was a bit longer while still being short.

"Ok mister, I'm going to give you ONE chance to say sorry to my little brother, and get him a replacement cone. If you don't.." Carlo said, crossing his eyes and glaring at Killua with a death glare.

Killua, who gave those out with ease froze for a tiny fraction of a second, and his bladder twitched, but he shook it off and took a long lick of his ice cream to show he wasn't scared, and to give him time to regain his composure.

"What? If i don't you'll do -what?-" Killua asked. "Try and fight me and end up hanging from the teeth ball pole by your undies? I mean, I'm mostly in a good mood now but if it's a ass kicking you want." Killua sneered.

Carlo rolled his eyes, then smirked.

"You know..I've been in a bit of a funk lately, and beating up bullies always makes me free better.. so thanks." He said.

Killua raised a eyebrow to thank but before he could react, Carlo was right next to him, and much like Killua had done before, taken a gripe on the arm with the ice cream cone.

On small difference though, Carlo wasn't going to make him put it in his hair and had tugged open the front of Killua's shorts and undies.

"W-Wait d-don't!" Killua shrieked, his plea fell on deaf ears though and he was somehow powerless to over come the taller boy power.

As such, a high pitch wail was heard as Killua's twig and berries got a double mint chocolate coating.

Killua's eyes crossed and a cartoonish image flashed in his mind as it felt like his private had just been transformed into two ice cubes and a Icicle, then there was sudden relief and warmth, making him stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in blessed relief.. at least until he noticed the warmth was traveling down his legs.

"heh, Carlo the bully wet himself!" The little guy pointed out, snickering and getting out his phone to take pictures.

"I can see that buddy, Aww, did the cold cold ice cream make da big bad bully go wee wee?" Carlo asked, folding his arms over his chest and baby talking to Killua.

"i..I uh.." Killua stammered, Sure, he was no stranger to soaking his pants at NIGHT while he was asleep, but this was a new one for him! "I..didn't go tinkle?" He finished lamely.

"Rightt then whats that making a puddle on the ground right now and staining your shorts." Carlo asked.

"..I don't have to answer that! In fact, I've had enough of false accusation's and I'm leaveing!" Killua huffed and turned around to do just that, but also exposed his back to his new found enemy.

Carlo, knowing that Killua had wedgie his little brother Hector, moved in and with on hand tugging Killua's shorts back the other grabbed the waist brand of Killua's Barney briefs and lifted up before the poor hunter even had a chance to fight back.

Killua's mouth opened as if he was screaming, and while dogs howled in pain no one with human ears could of heard the noise coming from his mouth, it was that high pitched.

Carlo smirked at the response and said "Awww, Barney briefs? that's just soo..fitting! But I wonder how strong they are?" then adding his other hand to the back of the waist band even as Killua looked over his shoulder and shook his head no, bringing his hands together pleading, Yanked the soon to be ex-hunter off the ground by a good 2 inches if now more and dangled him there as Killua turned pale and went blank eyed.

"Oh wow, those must be reinforced Carlo!" Hector marveled, recording this all for YouTube.

"I know, kinda a shame, if they weren't they'd of snapped by now and he'd know SOME relief." Carlo chuckled then turned him and Killua better into frame for the camera.

"hi I'm Carlo and this is a big bully who tried to pick on my little brother..Huh, never caught his name.. Hey wedgie boy, whats your name?" Carlo asked and holding Killua up with just one arm delivered a hard swat to Killua's buns, which also ended up making his shorts slide down around his ankles showing off his pee stained undies.

"A-AH! M-Mah name is Killua Zoldyck and I'm super super sowwy! Pwease stop!" Killua begged and pleaded, in a voice that sounded like he'd sucked on some helium.

"I dunno Hector, what do YOU think? Has Killua had enough?" Carlo asked, and Killua shot the boy he'd bullied a pleading look, bottom lip trembling and tears welling up.

"Hmmm you know I really think..that you should use him like a yo-yo till his undies snap. THEN I'll forgive him!" Hector giggled.

With both hands on the waist band Carlo went to work even as Killua started to blubber and cry for his mommy.

It ended up taking a record breaking 55 bounces before Killua's undies snapped, and by that time Killua had gone to la-la. with his undies snapped and ripped off off he was too out of it to notice that he was currently face down butt up with nothing covering his der rear and his bubble butt and little package showing.

"oh man.. that explains why he was in such a bad mood.." Hector giggled, having turned off the camera for now but uploading the video. (after all, even with a member as small of Killua's the mods on YouTube would of removed the video)

"man, makes me feel like I picked on a over sized toddler. feeling a little guilty." Carlo said, though in truth he wasn't really.

Killua's shorts were gone by this point as the boys who's ice cream money he had stolen had retrieved them, and after finding some of the cash and taking Killua's wallet, had tossed them in a bin meant for dog waste.

"Well, nothing we can do now, we don't have any spare pants for him." Hector pointed out.

"Well not quite..remember that weird vendor we passed on the way in?" Carlo said, digging into his pocket and pulling out some bill's.

"Heh.. you don't mean.." Hector asked.

"A yup. be a good boy and run and get widdle Killua something to wear." Carlo said, handing the money over and keeping a eye on 'sleeping beauty' while Hector ran off.

Killua was having a wonderful dream about having a endless buffet of candy and chocolates and it was so nice after what must of been a nightmare where he was tormented and bullied beyond belief.

He was slowly waking up and rolling over to sit up and rubbing his eyes. "Nggggh Heyyy Gon, you wouldn't believe the night..mare..I.." Killua started to say then opened his eyes, seeing Carlo and a semi crowd all around.

"Welcome back to the land of the living tiny!" Carlo said.

Killua huffed at that and stood up, about to tell Carlo off, he wasn't THAT much shorter when a breeze blew and he noticed how much he felt it on his on buns.

Looking down his face went crimson and Killua grabbed at his shirt and tugged it down, trying to cover up his privates.

"W-WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY UNDIES? MY SHORTS?!" Killua yelled, getting roars of laughter from the crowd.

"Well your undies were totally wreaked so we tossed them." Carlo said, nodding over to a waste bin for normal trash. "As for your shorts, there was a couple of boys you really seemed to annoy earlier and after getting back they're ice cream money with interest, they tossed them in the dogie waste bin..I doubt you'll want them back."

"but..but.. I can't go around with my ding dong on display!" Killua whined and whimpered.

"That's true. don't worry, I already thought of that shrimp." Carlo said and nodded behind Killua.

Killua turned to look and there was Hector, the brat he wished he'd never of picked on, running back with a pack of...DIAPERS!?

Killua whimpered loudly, a spurt of pee coming out and soaking the bottom of his shirt as he turned back to Carlo with pleading eyes.

"Please no! anything but diapers!" Killua whimpered. "I'm not a baby!"

"heh, Are you SURE about that?" Carlo asked, looking down and making Killua's gaze follow to the damp spot on Killua's t-shirt.

"i..but..that was because.." Killua mewed then shrieked and jumped, grabbing at his bun's as Hector came in range and walloped Killua's baby butt.

Ironically when he came down he landed in Carlo's waiting arms, like a blushing bride.

"Awww how cute, but you really think I'm gonna save you?" Carlo asked, then dropped Killua onto the hard ground and onto his tender buns.

"S-Stop being s-so mean to me!" Killua whined, on the verge of anther crying fit.

"Sheesh, I should of gotten him a paci." Hector said, handing the pack of diapers over to Carlo then tugging the shirt up and off of Killua, using it as a tear rag then tossing it out.

"Oh wow, Lookie here Killua~" Carlo said, reading the pack then holding it in front of Killua's face then read from the back. " 'New little poopers punishment diapers are perfect for your so called big kid who refuses to use the potty! extra thick to ensure they waddle, it comes with a embarrassingly babyish nursery print we promise to have your little stinker blushing bright red. with a special stink guard you and the big baby won't have to deal with their stink!' Heh wow, Oh look, they offer alt versions, that's something to keep in mind if you need more lessons."

Killua meanwhile was looking at the front of the package, showing sobbing pre teens in the bulky diapers and smirking parents.

"I-I changed my mind! I'll go home naked!" Killua whined.

"Nonsense! what kind of person would I be if I let you go without the diaper you CLEARLY need!" Carlo said, as if he was doing Killua a favor. "This is gonna go down one of two ways loser. You can either lay back and suck your thumb while I put as many of these as I can on you, or I can kick your ass, knock you senseless..then put as many of these as I can on you. Either way, you're going back to diapers. YOUR choice."

Killua pouted, started to ball a fist up.. then sighed and laid back, popping his thumb in his mouth and turning away from the crowd as laughter and taunts rang out.

"Loser!"

"Big baby!"

"Wuss!"

Carlo was a little disappointed that Killua decided not to fight back, but he had to admit seeing the wanna be bully accepting his big baby fate was kinda cute.

ripping the back open open Carlo smirked, dispute being the size of a pack that should be able to hold 16 diapers, there was only 6 of them in the pack and he pulled on of the massive things out, making sure everyone could see all the rattles and paci's and teddy bears and the like all over the diaper then unfolded it.

"Ok Shrimp, Butt up! If i have to lift you up I'm giving your buns a swat!" He said and wasn't shocked when Killua's butt almost levitated up in a instant to avoid any more punishment. "good boy!"

getting the almost pillow like diaper under the loser's butt, he gently pushed Killua's butt back down and smirked as Killua loudly sucked on his thumb, getting drool going down his chin as Carlo pulled the front up nice and snug and then taped it up.

"Welcome back to babyhood Shrimp." Hector said, leaning down and snickering, and making Carlo beam with pride.

In the end they only manged to double diaper Killua, the diapers were just too massive and they ripped a third one trying to get it on the babfied brat.

After he was all nice and snug in his diapers Carlo told Killua to try and get up and to Killua's massive shame, not only could he NOT get up on his own, but he couldn't even get close to bringing his knees together.

The fourth time he just plopped down on his butt trying to get up, Carlo rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"-sigh- Ok Shrimp, let me help you." Carlo said as if he was doing Killua a favor.

Holding out his hands Killua took them and got yanked up to his feet, legs wobbling as he tried to center his balance.

"heh, you might need a bit to get used to waddling in there. Try waddling over to that tree over there." Carlo said, pointing to a tree that would of only been 10 seconds away normally, but with this massive bulk taped around his hips it might as well been a mile away.

Still, Killua knew better then to argue at this point and took a wobbly step, then anther, and smirked, thinking he was getting the hand of it.

'I got this! I can-' He was thinking when his fourth step went wrong and with a loud yelp Killua plopped on his butt, a shocked look on his face but not hurt considering the thick padding under his butt.

"Awww, widdle baby Killua doesn't know how to walk!" Hector giggled, getting more laughter from the crowd.

"yeah, guess you better stick to crawling shrimp..you CAN at least do THAT can't you?" Carlo asked, tilting his head and smirking.

Killua huffed, he wanted to try and walk again but knew he wasn't getting any help and there just wasn't anything to help him get up to his feet with around. He toyed with getting in the crawling position and pushing himself up THAT way but had a feeling while he'd be in the middle of it Carlo would just smack his butt and send him face first into the dirt.

getting on all fours and trying to drown out the snickers and flashes of camera phones going off, Killua rolled around and got on all fours and then slowly crawled over towards the tree, glad that he had been right that he could crawl at least.

'at least i didn't have to do a diaper scoot across the ground, knowing my luck it would of ripped apart the diaper and I'd of gotten a spanking.' Killua thought with a sulk as he reached the tree.

"Well well, at least you can crawl, I was worried I was gonna have to carry you over." Carlo snickered. "Now use the true shrimp and get to your feet, and shake that diapered ass and sing us a song about what a big dumb baby you are and how happy you are to be back in diapers."

"..Your joking right?" Killua asked, jaw dropping. "There is NO WAY in hell I'm gonna d-" he started started to say but Carlo cracked the knuckles on his right fist and and light tapped his fist into his open left hand.

"You SURE about that?" Carlo asked.

"..W-what If I can't think of any lyrics because I'm a big dumb baby?" Killua squeaked out, flooding his pampers.

"I'm sure you'll think of something. It's ok if your dumb is lame though, your just a diaper baby shrimp." Carlo said.

Grunting with effort, Killua pulled himself to his feet, hands braced on the three and looked over his shoulder, the crowd was watching with delight and he trying to think of something, anything to sing.

"I...I'm big baby Killua and I'm so happy.." he started, wiggling his diaper, shutting his eyes.

"Because a big strong boy put me in a nappy!

Diapers are totally wear I belong!

so I hope all of you love my big dumb baby song!

I thought I was a bully but I'm just a dweeb

filling my diapers up with pee pee

If i ask for undies look at me like I'm a nut

then make baby poop with a punch to the gut!"

The act of singing the song and keep his eyes closed so he didn't have to see the crowd (though he could hear them laughing and cheering him on) had Killua's body getting into it and he was shaking his diaper booty like there was no tomorrow.

"Stupid babies like me we don't need to think!

we just sit in our diaper and super stink!

Watch me prove that as a baby I'm the best

I'm gonna fill my diapers with a super big mess!"

Killua's eyes shot open at that, had he really just promised that!? worse, his body was again moving on it's own accord and he was squatting down now, grunting and pushing, puffing out his cheeks.

'no no no no! why can't I stop myself! GOOOON! HELP!' Killua thought.

"Killua? whats going on?" Came Gon's voice.

Killua almost didn't believe it at first, it was just he wanted Gon to save him that he heard the voice of his boyfriend! But no, a look over his shoulder showed Gon standing there, eyebrow raised.

"G-Gon you have to s-save me! I-I-I.." Killua tried to tell Gon about what had happened, how he'd been victimized but before he could get the story out, something else came out in the back of his diaper. "I'M POOPING!" Killua cried out.

if the muffled farts hadn't of been hint enough, the back of the THICK diapers bloating out and getting even bigger would of given it away, and despite the diaper's boast of super stink guard, Killua's backed up stinky load (he hadn't gone in 5 days) was filling the area with a rotten smell, driving part of the crowd away.

Gon for his part just held his nose and then shook his head.

"Really Killua? You won't wear diapers to bed despite being a bed wetter, but you'll load them in public..Your coming with me mister man." Gon scolded and walked over.

"Um.. Should we tell him-" hector started to ask Carlo, holding his own nose.

"Nah, it's better this way. you can get out of the area of effect though, I'm gonna go say by by to baby Killua."

Walking over Gon was scolding Killua and swatting his boyfriends mushy butt as Killua whined and whimpered, sucking his thumb and still going.

"Hi, I'm Carlo...I was watching your little guy today." Carlo said, holding out a hand.

"Oh, well, thanks. I'm sure he was a handful." Gon said, giving Killua a look then shaking Carlo's hand.

"well he wasn't that bad. it was a lot of fun actually. anyways, here's the rest of the diapers Killua got and asked me to put on him, and if you even need a babysitter, give me a call." Carlo said.

"Heh, i just might, give me your number." Gon said, taking out his phone and handing it to Carlo, one hand still mushing Killua's tush.

"there we go. anyways, you two have fun! Byeeee baby Killua! you were LOTS of fun to play with." Carlo said and waved bye to the stinky big baby.

"Killua, don't be rude!" Gon scolded.

Killua whimpered, knowing there was no way he was living this down, he was gonna be in diapers for at LEAST a month..and knew it was pointless to try and tell the truth now.

Sliding his thumb out of his mouth as he finished loading his diaper, he gave a weak wave to Carlo and in a small voice said

"Bye bye."

The end

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, eps 1-5 thoughts! opening the new season with episodes like these kinda blew me away. we had multiple serious episodes INCLUDING a two parter!! also, valerie :)

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-I don't know what I expected s2 to open with. but danny portal incident in more detail was not it. (also, I hate to break it to you, sam, but danny's parent's bigass ghost hunting rv def chugs more gas than those vehicles, lmao. unless it runs on ectoplasm or something...)

-WHY WAS DESIREE IN THE SEWER? HAVING TEA WITH IT DOWN THERE?? Her making the giant cow come alive is a boss move, we've almost had all of my fav animals as ghosts now <3 I also don't like how sam was expecting danny to just, haunt the place so the cars wouldn't get sold? I KNOWWW I know she's 14 (and I had a very annoying phase like this, I think I mentioned in a previous post, I GET IT) but they're HIS powers, and messing with (1) dealership will not really put a dent in sales overall because they can just move the cars to another sales lot, and it certainly wont change the industry anyway, it's more of a minor annoyance for (1) location. Also, usually people who work at car sales places work on commission, so if they dont make a sale, they don't have money to pay bills, or eat. sam baby if u wanna be an activist you need to like, actually look into these things. with as much money as her parents have, she could be doing a lot..more useful things for causes she cares about? it's frustrating to see someone with resources who doesn't know how to use them. but shes 14 so again. cannot be really upset :/

-IS THIS A PREDATOR VS TERMINATOR VS FREDDY KRUEGER MOVIE BUT THEYRE ALL WOMEN?? you know, sam is so right to be excited about this. /I/ want to see this movie. that rules

-paulina inviting danny and friends to her quinceañera, aw! even if it is just to get phantom to show up :') and there'll be a meteor shower, and we KNOW danny wants to be an astronaut!! there's not a meteor shower every night!! the tickets are non-refundable, but..she's rich? like. gotta agree with danny, they never get invited!! I KNOW it's the principle of keeping promises, but if she was that upset, she should've said something. directly. I hated how she was like, passive aggressive about it through the episode, like you SAID IT WAS FINE, THAT YOU'D GO TO THE PARTY TOO. MOVIES SHOW FOR A FEW WEEKS IN THEATERS. IF YOU HAD A REAL PROBLEM YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. WE'VE HAD THIS PROBLEM BEFORE, SAM. YOUR FRIENDS. ARE NOT. MIND READERS.

-MR. LANCER GOING AFTER THE GHOST WITH THE FIRE EXTINGISHER LMAO

-this outfit is everything . anytime the show does an over the top cutesty pink outfit i WANT IT. it looks like shit I wear JKASDHF I HAVE a bow like that and a pink sweater. I need leg warmers </3

-SAMS GOTTA RE-HALF-KILL HIM??? thats fucked up. but also, he finally got his logo!! it took until s2!!! this episode was lowkey very fucked and I felt like it glossed over a lot. does sam have guilt about like. kinda KILLING HIM?? I know, he also agreed and walked into the portal. but. she made the choice to redo it SO quickly (even if it was because someone had to beat desiree) and danny, during their fight, brought up a lot of stuff sam's done in the past, meaning he was holding onto those memories and resentment was building. (I KEEP SAYING HE LOWKEY NEEDS THERAPY, BUT I THINK MOST EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW KINDA DOES) which...is a red flag? and then they didnt even GO to the party URGH I know she tried to make up for it, but it really felt like Sam fucked up and barely faced any consequences and got everything she wanted in the end. I KNOW it's a kids show obv they aren't going to go too in depth, and she undid the damage, kinda, but...I DUNNO how to articulate it but it rubbed me the wrong way.

-but on a note about desiree, her powers of wishes were STRONG ENOUGH TO ERASE NOT JUST THEIR MEMORIES, BUT DANNY'S POWERS?! fuck, if I was danny I'd be like, trying to make friends with her. I know they always have horrible side effects as most genie-granted wishes do, but...c'mon, I'd at least TRY to be like 'I wish no ghosts would hurt anyone in my town' or 'I wish vlad would lose his ghost powers forever no matter What and also forget about my mom' LIKE. SHIT DESIREE IS SO POWERFUL. rewriting reality powerful, basically!! appreciate her. respect her.

-aww, sam helping tucker pass the nurse's office so he wouldn't see because he's afraid of medical stuff? very sweet. I also don't like medical stuff, I've gotten a lot better at handling it tho. but seeing blood and needles still makes me feel lightheaded x_x

-FOLEY, BY TUCKER FOLEY. I want to make my own perfume, that's so cool. even if his first attempt isn't good, he's pretty consistently shown to have an inventor/entrepreneur streak in the show, so like. I can see him inventing or making something (or several somethings) that make him $$$ when he grows up :) proud of my creative son

-I know the 'creepy abandoned hospital on the edge of town' is a joke and the creepy hospital trope is so Worn Out, but in my town we actually DO have a hospital like that! my dad was born in it, but its not in use and hasn't been for, like, 20 years! it needs to be torn down but I think the city doesn't wanna pay the money. the inside is horrible, spray painted and broken glass and shit everywhere. but there's still like, rusty equipment and fucking DOLLS all over the place. the cops drive by it pretty frequently to make sure no one is like, breaking in. (because of water damage, some of the areas really aren't safe. also, asbestos, but people still go in anyway) but also, some of my town was used in a filming for a stephen king show. So it's lowkey spooky all over. just a fun personal tidbit :) to lead into saying, any hospital abandoned for any period of time is NOT safe to quarantine these kids in JKSAHDKF like I KNOW it's a ghost trying to do this, but NONE of these parents are even like, 'well, why dont we keep them in the regular, working hospital'....YIKES. this hospital looks pretty accurate to the one in town. grungy and spooky.

-fentons are tax evaders confirmed by jack's fear of being audited, lol no one is surprised

-ghost sickness via ghost bugs. horrifying concept. I actually expected it to be a new villain, not dr. spectra again! this is a very elaborate scheme. her new form rules, love the new costume. the way none of the bg kids seem to recognize her as their old school councilor. did we just forget about that completely?

-dash watching romance movies in the fucked up ghost hospital. same.

-'oh please, you're ghosts, do you have any idea what YOU smell like?' no, tucker, what DO ghosts smell like? I genuinely didn't know they would even have a smell, I actually want to know now.

-it feels like a while since we've seen jazz!! i was happy to see her again, even if she was a head in a jar for most the episode. I want another jazz-focused ep!!

-we finally see danny doing space-related stuff!! him and his friends stargazing to open ep 3 of s2. cute :) until, GHOST PIRATES!!!!! ...ghost pirate captain is a small child?? VOICED BY TAYLOR LAUTNER???

-oh, the easy listening is ember's song instrumental slowed. 'vapor drone' THEY VAPORWAVED HER!!! ember in a pirate outfit tho >>>>. and the cruise being called m.bersback JKASDHJK. ember adopting a little pirate brother is also pretty cute. concerning this teen and little kid have such bad opinions of adults, like, who hurt you?? (how did you DIE ALSO?? im always lowkey curious about that. we know desiree died at an old age, but her ghost form is young, probably mid-20s, so I wonder how that sort of thing works...its a more mental thing, isn't it?) but ghost team-ups are always cool to see, even if ember bailed after danny took her guitar. I guess she probably thinks youngblood can handle it (which, he's been owning danny this far in the ep, so...fair)

-tucker got that sponsorship from nasty burger for their radio!!! again, opportunistic money maker king, love to see it!!!

-danny taking control of the kids SO FAST. he makes a pretty great leader. no one is surprised, im pretty sure I said I think he's the most mature of the trio, once again, correct, because he's taken on so much responsibility already. all the teens suiting up in the jumpsuits to go save the adults and taking the ship over with a BLIMP. OKAY LETS GO. this feels like it should be a mid finale or straight up finale.

-...speaking of finales. why is ep 4-5 of s2 combined into a 50 minute episode? I havent even clicked play and im concerned. weird placement, like, this season JUST started and we're getting a two parter? okay...why are the episodes placed like this? why not put this at episode 10 or something, for a mid-season thing?

-this is also a cute dress. possibly my fav dress so far. can her parents give ME cute dresses, I'LL wear them.

-it turns out the castle fright knight was in is called pariah's keep and there's something worse than fright knight in there! lovely! fuck off vlad wtf are you doing <3 your hubris <3 is going to literally get you killed <3 'ring of rage' and 'crown of fire' are great names tho. ...vlad turning into a super polite guy when he was scared of mr. pariah was hilarious. and fright knight doing the same...I mean, it makes sense, he's a knight, he serves a king? happy to see fright knight again either way :) vlad telling him to call him tho, lmfao. you WISH HE WOULD. (I wish hed call me, too. 😔)

-so...jack being genuinely concerned about vlad...maddie really didn't tell him what happened at the cabin, did she. damn. if I was her id immediately come home and be like 'YOU WONT BELIEVE THIS SHITTTT THIS CREEPY GUY--' like, I feel like that stuff you need to tell your partner!!! I know she didnt want Jack to think she was an irresponsible parent putting danny in danger at that time, but STILLLL. maddie spilling boiling tea on him. get his ass. how is jack this oblivious to his wife's discomfort with vlad!! ughhh

-fenton wipe (tm). trademarked toilet paper.

-DANNY AND VALERIE BEING FRIENDS??? :D that was a cute moment. 'hey val <3' and 'if you like him like him, make a move, or someone else will ;)' at sam...damn!! I love her. valerie go for it girl!!! I hate how sam and tucker treat val also, like I GET IT YOURE PROTECTIVE AND DONT TRUST but if anything him befriending valerie will help when she finds out or he tells her like I feel like she'll be more understanding that they think! ALSO I feel like her reason for not liking ghosts is valid, like you haven't really explained the full story to her anyway! she doesn't seem to have any other friends after being booted from the a-listers so im like :( but seeing them kick butt together again was nice <3

-the ghosts all RUNNING FROM PARIAH DARK IS NOT GOOD, I thought he sent them to attack or something, but no. why doesn't someone just tell desiree 'hey i wish pariah dark would die' lol. once again I think she can solve every problem <3 but seeing all the enemies in one place, being civil and hiding together? love it.

-you just know danny's gonna have to clean up vlad's stupid mess. also, jack being willing to put on the ectoskeleton pants to help maddie, as soon as vlad heard it could kill him, he suggested jack do it instead of helping maddie himself? this is why jack got the girl, my man.

-ghost skeletons. how do you end up as a skeleton ghost in your afterlife instead of a humanoid like most the ones we've seen? lmao

-the ghosts just making new homes in various stores. I'd totally be setting up in an expensive clothing store if I was a ghost.

-valerie's dad is possibly the most useful adult so far, with that ghost shield expansion!!! and valerie saving vlad and danny, even tho shes been thru it already, shes still so good!!! this family rules.

-danny: *gently caresses valerie* :)

-*then he immediately TELLS HER DAD ON HER. and his first response is 'are you okay?' :'( such a good dad...

-*me every time fright knight breathes* youre doing SO great sweetie :)

-the fenton suit thing is so silly looking. does anyone take this thing seriously

-ALL THE GHOSTS FIGHTING WITH DANNY <3 AAAAA. and the fact that pariah isn't perma-defeated, but just locked away again. yikes. he'll probably get out again, won't he? it wasn't too clear, but if vlad DID make a pact with fright knight, I am rabid. I will beat vlad to death with the fenton bat (tm). YOU DONT DESERVE A COOL KNIGHT.

-valerie being direct with sam and challenging her? kinda love that, even tho I normally don't like 'catfight' type situations. because sam has been very passive aggressive about it which is annoying. valerie knows wtf she wants and wasn't even embarrassed to tell sam, but she did tell her, giving sam time to make her own move! and sam denied it and got embarrassed/mad! and sam did have a chance when danny was about to go off and fight, and she hesitated and didn't tell him. I feel like she's hesitating because they're friends and it might make it weird between the trio (poor tucker would be third-wheeling) but if u snooze u lose, u gotta GO after what u WANT girl. smh this is a No Tsundere Zone. 😤

#sanchoyorambles #dp thoughts #danny phantom

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judediangelo75 · 3 years

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Everybody Cries Sometimes...

Hello everyone,

Normally I would have an explanation of some sort before the start of a story with more life but I’m like legit tired. Something going on with me and I have not the slightest clue what it is.

No real past between the two, but the story for Judith is still relatively the same.

Talbott doesn’t know about her dead father, so he didn’t follow her to the graveyard.

I’ll say this is the beginning of 6th year and they’re not together as of yet. But they went on dates and whatnot.

Just a fair warning: There will be a suicide attempt.

That’s all.

Here’s the song that goes with the story: Everybody Cries Sometimes by Damien Dawn (also part of Judith’s playlist).

And a bonus song: Right Here by Ashes Remain

Enjoy the story guys.

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If you were to ask Talbott to describe Judith Harris in one word, he would tell you,

“Strong.”

Despite being sorted into house that others would view as a doormat, Judith has proven to be one not to be trifled with.

She stood up to Merula back in their first year at Hogwarts.

She took on the Cursed Vaults alongside her best friend, all in an effort to find their brothers and to save the students at Hogwarts.

She was Hufflepuff’s star Beater, mentee of Erika Rath, Ravenclaw’s feared Beater.

She’s even physically broken up fights, despite her size.

There’s more to her than her physical strength. But her mental strength as well.

She acted as a big sister to her younger House mates. Even creating a small tradition to sing a song to the Hufflepuffs every once and awhile throughout the year. She mainly does it for the first years, who come to love her for welcoming them. Talbott has heard her sing this song in the Courtyard in his Animagus form once to the new Hufflepuffs and never felt more at peace listening to the sound of her voice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZtUA9_ID0U

She was always looking out for others.

Her friends.

The professors.

Random people from other houses.

Even to people who she dislikes.

She’s not afraid to provide emotional support to someone and listen to their problems, even if it takes hours.

Talbott can attest to this himself.

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~Year 5~

Talbott tossed and turned in his bed, small whimpers escaping the Animagus as he was gripped in a nightmare.

The night that his parents died.

All of it felt real.

The sounds of the Death Eaters trying to break into his home.

The sight of his dad’s grave face and his mum’s tears.

The last warm hug he received from them before they urged him to escape from his bedroom window on the second floor.

The tortured cries of his parents that rang in his ears as he watched them die from one of the Unforgivable Curses from the air.

The feeling of guilt, sorrow, anger and weakness threatening to swallow him whole as he flew away from the scene.

Talbott awoke with a gasp, sweat clinging onto this skin and tears flowing from his sightless eyes as he try to take in his surroundings.

‘I’m in my dorm at Hogwarts... I’m safe...’ he thought to himself as he struggled to calm his erratic heart.

This was the 4th time this week that he’s had this nightmare. The O.W.L.S. were just a week away and he felt the dread building at the sheer idea of it.

What if he failed his O.W.L.S.?

He needed to get an Exceeding Expectations or better in order to qualify for his N.E.W.T.S. so he can become an Auror.

He felt like he failed his parents because he wasn’t able to protect them. At least as an Auror, he can prevent another child from the experience he went through many years ago.

He wiped his wet face and groaned. He needs to get out for awhile.

Slipping on a random shirt and tucking his wand in his pajama pant pocket, he opened the window to his room. Breathing in the brisk air, he sighed softly before transforming into his Golden Eagle form and took off.

He didn’t check the time but it suspects that it’s some kind of early hour in the morning. He flew around the sleepy castle a few times before going to the Black Lake.

Landing in front of a giant boulder on the shore, he transformed back and watched the still waters.

He wished he could feel that state of calm himself, the unbearable feeling of distress and fear made him feel like he was going to burst any moment.

Hot tears burned his eyes as his nightmare replayed in his mind. Sobs threatened to choke him as the salty tears ran down his face. He almost gave into his sorrow and bawled his eyes out on the shore.

Almost.

His sensitive ears picked up faint footsteps approaching and he quickly took out his wand, ready to defend himself.

He saw a silhouette of a person just a few feet away.

“S-Stop.” He mentally cursed himself for the weak stutter in voice when he said this command. Nonetheless, the person did listen and stopped where they were.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The person didn’t say anything for a few moments. Just as Talbott was about to repeat his question, he heard a familiar voice.

“Talbott?” The Ravenclaw wizard went stiff.

“J-Judith?” Sure enough, the Hufflepuff witch approached closer where he could properly see her. A black giant fluffy blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, whilst badger slippers covered her feet.

Talbott fought the urge to chuckle. As odd as her footwear was, it was kinda cute.

“Judith, what are you doing here,” he asked as she kneeled beside him. He prayed that she couldn’t hear how hoarse his voice was.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she simply said as she studied him. There were a few times where people could make him uncomfortable, and this is one of them.

“Wha-”

“You’ve been crying.” Talbott immediately shut his mouth at hearing this. And she wasn’t questioning this, no.

She was stating the obvious.

His silence was all she needed to know that she was right.

Gently, she cupped his face so he can look her in the eye. He saw concern in the pools of molten gold and felt his resolve weakening.

“I’m fi-” A slender finger pressed against his cold chapped lips, gold eyes still piercing into his soul.

“Talbott, if you need to cry, then cry. I’m right here.” As if she said an incantation to a spell, tears sprang back up and he cried.

Cried as if he was 9-year-old little boy again.

Judith said nothing as he bawled his eyes out. She silently wrapped her blanket around the both of them before hugging the Ravenclaw wizard closer to her. She guided his head to lay on her full chest and carefully ran her fingers through his messy bed head. Unconsciously, the weeping teen hugged her by her waist, giving into the warmth and comfort being offered to him.

Who knows how long they stayed like that, but eventually Talbott’s sobs died down. Talbott finally noticed their position and blushed ferociously.

He’s never been this close to a girl like this, and the only witch he really showed interested in was her.

But he admits that he felt comfortable like this.

She felt warm and soft. Her ever present and unique scent wrapped around him like a security blanket. Her steady heartbeat was slowly becoming his favorite melody.

He felt safe in her embrace.

He panicked a bit when he felt her shift, clinging onto her with a silent whimper. Judith hushed him gently.

“I’m not going anywhere, Talbott. Just trying to get more comfortable. Here.” Talbott’s world flipped on it’s axis for a few seconds before it came back in focus again.

Judith was now laying against the boulder with Talbott laying on top of her. His head was on top of her chest again while he felt himself being cradled by her thighs.

Talbott can partially feel his ears turning red...

The girl let out of soft chuckle before giving him a kiss on his forehead.

“You’re so cute, Sweets...” Talbott huffed and opted not to answer. Especially at the nickname. He instead resettled his arms around her waist again and focused on listening to her heartbeat. Slowly, he felt the exhaustion starting to sink in.

Maybe it was the late hour starting to catch up with him.

Maybe it was because he was emotionally drained.

Or maybe it was because of the warmth radiating from his crush and how her heartbeat had to be the most soothing lullaby he’s heard in years...

Whatever the reason, Talbott felt his eyes started to weigh themselves down and eventually fell asleep.

The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon the next time he opened his eyes. Let out a loud yawn, he took in his surroundings.

He was still on the shore of the Black Lake but Judith was nowhere in sight. He thought that he dreamed the whole encounter until he realized how warm he was.

Her black blanket was still wrapped around him.

She must’ve left to sneak back into her common room but didn’t want to disturb him. Or leave him here to freeze his tail feathers off.

Talbott thought back to their interaction.

Not once did she try to pry information out of him.

Instead, she just stayed and comforted him.

A small smile found its way to his lips as he brought the blanket up to his nose and breathed.

Coconuts, cocoa butter, and vanilla.

Oh so perfectly her.

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The next few days passed quickly. During the week of their O.W.L.S., he visited the shore of the Black Lake in the early hours of the morning.

Surprisingly enough, Judith would be there too. As if she suspected him to be there.

He tried to give her back her blanket once, but she insisted that he keep it.

“I have plenty in my dorm. I’m not gonna freak out if one was missing.”

Talbott was silently thankful for this, seeing how being wrapped up in her blanket has helped him sleep easier during that week.

Not that he’s willing to tell her that.

Or that he brings it with him to the lake so they could cuddle under it (and so she can imprint her scent on the fluffy sheet).

During that week, they spent some time talking about anything that came to mind.

One night he felt brave enough to admit to her what happened that night she found him.

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“I was having a nightmare about my parents’ death,” he mumbled against her chest. It was night after they’ve taken their Transfiguration O.W.L.S. They were wrapped up in the black blanket Talbott brought with him. Talbott laid on top of the Hufflepuff, his head resting over her chest. Judith was lazily running her fingers through his hair again and it took a lot of willpower not to preen at her gentle touch.

Much to his disappointment, she suddenly stopped after he spoke.

He really didn’t realize how touch deprived he was until her. Oh how spoiled he was when it comes to her affections.

“Do you wanna talk about it, Sweets,” she asked quietly. Talbott bit his lip at this.

He trusted Judith. A whole lot.

She’s kept his secret about being an Animagus and she never pushed him if he didn’t want to talk or if he wanted to be alone.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said, running her fingers through his hair again. Talbott melted against her once again.

He could trust her with this.

“I was 9 years old at the time. It was just another day for me. Despite the wizarding war, my parents made sure I still had a good childhood. But it was their defiance to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that ruined it for me...” Judith listened attentively to his tale.

“We heard them before they reached us. My dad was quick to barricade the doors and windows before they could reach our home. There was no way for us to outrun them without them catching us. My father tried urging my mother to leave with me through my bedroom window on the second floor. But she didn’t wish to leave him behind. Besides they knew that she was an Animagus and would’ve spotted her trying to fly away...” Judith pursed her lips. Talbott explained to her why he didn’t want to register to the Ministry but now it made more sense. If they knew of his form, they’ll be on the hunt for it.

“I can still hear the harsh bangs and cruel laughter of the Death Eaters trying to break into our home. I was clutching onto my mum like a lifeline, doing my best not to make a sound. It was then that the both of them hugged me tight and told me that they loved me. They whispered to me to escape through my bedroom window before urging me upstairs. I wanted to stay, but I knew they will never allow me to. The Death Eaters broke in just as I opened my window. I quickly flew out and stayed among the trees. I-I saw...” Talbott began to feel his throat close up on him. He felt the arm around his back squeeze him for a few moments. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“I saw them drag my parents out. Th-they casted Crucio on them repeatedly. It was terrible, Judith... To see them withering on the ground, screaming and crying out in pain as those Death Eaters laughed at their misery is something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. My mum actually spotted me by the tree line. Despite the tears of pain swimming in her eyes, she gave me one last smile before mouthing ‘I love you’. That’s when one Death Eater decided they had enough fun and used Avada Kedavra on them. The empty look in my parents eyes was the last thing I saw before I flew away,” he whispered. He didn’t realize he was crying until Judith cupped his face so he can look her.

Her thumbs brushed against his tear stain cheeks. Talbott noted the callouses on her fingertips but her touch was gentle. Loving.

Her eyes were soft and understanding.

“It’s not your fault, Talbott.” The boy’s brows furrowed in confusion. How did she-

“You probably believed that you could’ve made a difference. If only if you were older and had a wand. If only you had the strength to move mountains. If only you stayed. But understand it’s not your fault. You were a scared child who wanted to be with his parents. But your parents wanted more for you. That’s why your mother taught you how to become an Animagus. Why they sacrificed their lives for you. They wanted a future for you and you plan on using your future to protect others from dark witches, wizards, and Death Eaters so no child can go through what you did. To protect those who you are close to. And that’s your way of honoring their memory. You’re allowed to mourn over them, we all grieve differently and at different paces. But don’t let the “if only”‘s haunt you, Talbott.”

Judith might as well write his whole life story. She was able to tell all of that by how, looking into his eyes?

Talbott wasn’t sure but he was grateful.

Grateful for having this girl in his life.

“T-thank you, little bird,” he whispered. The most beautiful smile spread on those plump lips. Her mystical gold eyes kind as ever.

“Anything for you, bird boy...” Talbott let out a shaky exhale as he felt her soft lips kiss his forehead, lingering against his cold skin. Judith pulled back a little and Talbott was quick to cling onto her.

Their faces was really close.

Breaths mingling with one another’s.

Shy red eyes locking with patient gold ones.

“J-Judith...” The girl hummed softly.

“Yes, Talbott?” Talbott nervously swiped his tongue over his chapped lips. He was curious...

It’s not the first time he’s kissed her. Though it was always on the cheek. He never felt bold enough to kiss her on the lips...

Until now...

“I-I-I was wondering...” Judith waited silently for him to finish. He was thankfully it was dark out so she couldn’t see the blush on his face...

“C-Can I... Can I kiss you,” he rushed out before he could chicken out.

A moment passed.

Then another.

And yet another.

Judith had yet to say anything and Talbott could feel his blush spreading to the tips of his ears.

Judith let out a soft chuckle.

“Of course you can, Sweets.” Talbott blinked at her.

Did he hear that correctly?

Did she really just give him permission to-

A soft gasp escaped the Ravenclaw male as Judith lightly pressed her lips against his.

Soft was the first thing that came to mind. Her lips were really soft.

Talbott can feel his heart pounding against his chest as he stared wide eyed at the Hufflepuff witch.

‘This was really happening...’ Talbott’s eyes fluttered closed and just as he was about to respond, Judith pulled away. A whine threatened to pass his throat.

“Why did you pull away,” he whispered, pushing his face closer to her’s. Judith blushed at the slightly husky tone in his voice.

“I... I thought you changed your mind. You weren’t responding...” Talbott couldn’t help but to smirk a little. Very rarely does Judith show signs of shyness.

It was cute...

“I’m sorry, little bird. I was a bit dazed is all... May I...” He left the question open in the air, waiting for her response. Judith’s arms slowly wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer still.

Their lips were a hair breadth apart.

The look in Judith’s eyes were absolutely smoldering.

“Kiss me, Talbott...”

She didn’t need to tell him twice.

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They spent a good amount of time on the shore snogging that night before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Talbott found the taste of her vanilla bean chapstick positively addicting.

She was addicting.

It eventually became a routine for them.

A few times during the week, they would sneak out on the shore and huddle together under the stars. They would talk, laugh, kiss or just sit in silence.

Talbott loved the private time they had together.

But then everything changed.

After breaking the Portrait Curse, Judith stopped coming to the shoreline. He never had the time to question her on her absence since everyone wants the Hufflepuff’s attention.

The last time he really saw her was at the end of the year feast. Despite the smile on her face, he saw the faraway look in those gold eyes.

They all came back from summer break to start their 6th year. The faraway look was still present in her eyes.

Along with loneliness, sadness and pain.

Talbott was determined to find out what was wrong with his little bird.

He knew this was a stretch but it was possible that she was visiting the lake shore way before he did. It just so happened he was there that night when she came. Because they were together on certain days of the week, then she must spend other days alone.

He would just have to catch her at the right time.

It didn’t take long.

Talbott was hiding behind a boulder in his Golden Eagle form when he saw the girl approach. Her usual sleepwear, which consisted of a wife beater and shorts, clothed her frame. It was still relatively warm from the summer months, but can get a bit chilly when the breeze passes by.

She sat at their usual spot not too far away from him, staring out at the water.

Until he heard it.

A heartbroken sob.

Her small frame was wrecked with sobs as she cried freely. The Ravenclaw wizard was left stunned.

After all these years of knowing her, never once has he seen her cry.

And so strongly.

He felt his heart ache for the girl he started to fall in love with.

The girl suddenly stood and Talbott suddenly got a bad feeling.

“...better off gone...” was all he heard. Before the girl dashed into the water, sinking beneath the surface.

Talbott didn’t remember transforming back in his human form but next thing he knew he was underwater with the bubble spell around his head. He struggled to see under the dark murky water. Fear gripped his heart as he swam around to search for the girl. It wasn’t until he saw movement to his left.

Grindylows were making their way to the vulnerable witch, who was sinking fast below him. Talbott was quick to swim in front of her and cast Flipendo on the vicious water demons. Taking the free opportunity, Talbott quickly grabbed the Hufflepuff and swam to the surface.

Quickly making his way to the shore, he laid Judith down to examine her. His fingers tried to find a pulse.

A faint one was present but her chest wasn’t moving. Talbott tried to clear his mind from the panic that threaten to overtake him as he tried to do chest compressions to restart her heart.

“C’mon, don’t do this to me Judith... I already lost my parents, I can’t lose you too,” Talbott pleaded. Pinching her nose, he parted her mouth and place his on top of her’s. He blew air into her, trying to bring her back.

It wasn’t after a few tries when she finally responded. He felt her body tense up and turned her over just as she spat out the water from her lungs.

She coughed and wheezed, tears building in her eyes as much needed oxygen flooded her system. Talbott never strayed from her side, rubbing her back and offering silent support.

Wiping her eyes, Judith turned to her unexpected savior just to have her blood run cold.

“Tal-” a pair of lips crashed onto her’s, knocking her on her back. Talbott rained kisses all over her face.

Cheeks.

Forehead.

Temple.

Nose.

Lips.

Chin.

Anywhere his lips could reach.

She was alive.

She was still here with him.

He eventually pulled back to look at the flushed girl underneath him.

“Why,” she quietly asked. Talbott rose a brow, waiting for her to elaborate.

“Why are you here? Why did you save me?” Her eyes looked tired as she said this. Talbott backed off her so he could pull her into his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered into her wet curls. Judith stiffened.

“Don’t tell me that.” Her voice came out colder than expected, and surprisingly came with a foreign accent. Talbott didn’t back down from this.

“But it’s true. I love you, Judith.” The girl struggled against him, but Talbott had a firm hold on her.

“No! Shut up! Just shut up! You have no idea what you’re talking about! Everyone who says that...” The girl trailed off as she sniffled. Talbott waited for his little bird to finish. Judith whimpered as she finally gave into her tears.

“Everyone who says that always end up leaving me alone,” she bawled into his chest. Talbott squeezed the girl tighter to his chest, letting her cry.

‘It’s always the people who are there for others that feel the most alone...’ Talbott silently mused as he rubbed the girl’s back in attempts to soothe her. He discreetly casted a drying spell on both of them so they wouldn’t catch a cold.

Her sobs turned into sniffles and small hiccups.

“I-I-I wasn’t like this,” she mumbled. Talbott nodded, placing a small kiss to her hairline, quietly encouraging her to continue.

“Once upon a time, I was happy. I’m not originally from Britain but an island called Barbados... It was my father’s homeland. My homeland. I was happy there. Carefree even. It all changed when I was 6. My grandmother, Mercy, died. She was the maternal figure in my life since my mother moved back to Europe after she had me. After her funeral, my father and I moved to Britain. I hated it. The land was cold and so were the people who lived there. I was made fun of because of my accent and my hair. My mother didn’t approve of how my father raised me and decided to do it herself. She taught me how to hide my accent and what’s appropriate to wear while here. If I did anything that wasn’t to her approval, she would beat me. Which left me with multiple scars. My father and brother never knew. I was lucky enough to find a friend in Brooke to make everything bearable... but it only lasted for so long. Our brothers ran away just two weeks after my 9th birthday. Not too long after that, my father fell ill with a heart virus,” Judith paused to take a breath. Nobody knew about this. With the exception of her best friend, of course.

After spending some time with the boy holding her, she felt like she could trust him with this...

“I was the one whole found him. He collapsed on his knees, coughing up blood. Other professional Healers told him that there was nothing that could do for him. I was determined to help him get better. My father was a Healer himself. He taught what he knew to help treat his ailments when he couldn’t do it himself. His little Healer, he fondly called me,” Judith chuckled at the memory before sighing.

“As the Healers said, there was nothing that could be done for him. He died on his birthday, which was weeks after my brother’s disappearance. We sang a song he taught me when we lived in Barbados while I sat on his lap. He died while I was in his arms...”

Talbott now fully understood how Judith knew how felt when she found him on the lake shore their first night together. She knew how he felt because she understood it herself. She must’ve felt the same he did when she couldn’t save her father from dying, even though it was out of her control.

“Judith...”

“Let’s not forget brother dearest.” The girl wasn’t done. Talbott fell quiet again as the girl got the remaining weight off her chest.

“Seven years, Talbott. Seven years I haven’t seen my older brother. Hearing news that he’s dead somewhere. That he joined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Seven years of being compared to him. That I’ll go mad just like him. That I’ll make my House a disgrace just like him. That I’ll be expelled just like him. To finally find him again was something close to a miracle. To have a member of my family back again. All for it to blow up in my face. He ran off as soon as he heard about Rakeprick and I never heard from him since. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about Papa. He left me in that Vault to go back to Hogwarts without him... To hear that I can’t seem to hold onto anyone anymore broke me...” Judith fought against the tears that wanted to resurface.

She looked up into those red eyes that never failed to my her heart sigh.

“Don’t you see, Talbott? Everyone who loved me left me alone. I don’t think I can take the idea of you leaving me too,” she said softly. Talbott caressed his little bird’s cheek, watching her nuzzle his hand.

“Your grandmother and your father didn’t wish to leave willing, little bird. They would probably still be here today if they could. While I can’t speak for your brother, I can speak for myself. I will never leave you, Judith. Never willing. I love you too much to do so. I will always do my best to be by your side. To help heal the brokenness within you. To love you when you come undone. When you feel like you can no longer be strong in front of everyone, you can always come to me. I’ll be there to hold you for as long as you need,” He whispered.

Judith whimpered and pulled him closer. Talbott leaned in and kissed her.

Soft petal-like kisses were exchanged. Judith was shaking like a leaf. Talbott’s hands caressed her curvy body to help soothe her anxieties. Judith finally pulled away a little to look into the young wizard’s eyes.

“I love you, Talbott.” The boy gave her a small smile. A smile he only reserves for her.

“I love you too, Judith...” The girl cuddled up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The sound of it paired with his slow breathing helped the Hufflepuff fall asleep.

“I’ll always be right here, little bird,” he whispered, kissing her forehead before falling asleep himself.

Everyone needs someone.

Luckily they had each other.

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Chain of Iron theories: Who wrote that Phrase

Okay so as we know after TDA’s Ty goes to the Scholomance Academy to train. While he is there Livy notices a phrase carved into his headboard with no name but the year 1904 underneath it. She reads the phrase out to Ty “I did not chose this life”. Chain of Iron is set to began in late 1903 early 1904 so we may see the character go away in CHOI. But here’s the thing, the Scholomance Academy was closed down at that time. So that residencey had to have been used for something else. It is a remote and private castle located in the heart of an steep mountain enclouser, Yes? It was most definitely not a mall or a theme park. Now as always I have theories as to who the person is, but this time it is a little different. See many of my other theory posts have had a common reason or “why” as to “why” I theorized this character. But since we do not know what the Academy is being used for, I have a different “Why” for every theorized “Who”

Theory 1.) The “Who” is James. The “Why” is his little secret.

So James story line in CHOI (besides he love triangle) is that he is starting to develop new powers, is having nightmares, and he fears he my be the killer. You know the killer who is set to kill 5 other Shadowhunters. What if one of them is someone James loves? The guilt of that could drive him to turn himself in. He is sentenced and sent to the old Academy for imprisonment (he did not go to silent city because no one believed Brother Zachariah would allow his own nephew to be locked up). When the real killer resurfaced again The Merry Thieves realize it wasn’t James and go on a quest to find him and break him out.

Theory 2.) The “Who” is Matthew. The “Why” is his addiction.

Let’s say for a moment that Matthew does not get turned into a downworlder, and lets say he also does not get his marks stripped. Well there is still the issue of his alcoholism and how things are set to get “worse before they get better” for him. We know he buys a car and starts driving it around with Cordelia in his passenger seat. Alcohol plus driving equals a very very large, giant. NO-NO. let’s say they are in a crash and Cordelia get hurt. Cordelia who is the little sister of the man who’s cruel taunts caused Matthew to doubt his mothers loyalty to the family, which led to his “sin”. Cordelia who is Matthew’s very close friend and whom he would never want to hurt. Matthew drinks so much because he believes it will make him to tired to “sin” again. IF he hurts someone (Cordelia) while drunk.... well it would be a poetically tragic way to send Matthew to Rock bottom. And once you’re at rock bottom you can either stay or try and climb out.

Theory 3.) The “Who” is Thomas. The “Why” is that he has been classified as “at risk” and sent away for “his protection”

Okay so we have all read “A Lightwood Christmas Carol”. It is the short Nova where Gideon, trying to find a way to help Thomas, also thinks of Jesse’s health troubles and wonders if they could of inherited any kind of ailment generically from Benedict. Benedict’s journals reveal nothing and Will tells Gideon that Thomas will get better in times and to drop his paranoia. But this whole nova submitted the idea in peoples minds that Jesse and Thomas’s conditions are linked. Now we know that Jesse is a piece of Belial’s plans; he is Belial’s “anchor”. This, along with the killer, is suspicious because shadowhunters are supposed to be impervious to demonic influences due to protection rituals put on them at birth. Now I am no doctor, but don’t people who have bigger health issues real young sometimes need to get modified versions of vaccines/medical work done, or need to wait a bit longer to have it done. Little kids get sick a lot and the silent brothers cannot fix everything. This could have potentially happened to several shadowhunters. What if something happens to make the clave wary of / turn on them. Thomas is not the killer, but what if the killer is another Shadowhunter who was sick as a kid and had to have the protection ritual done a bit differently. What if the clave blame that for how Belial was able to take control. Then the Clave (in all their cruelty and “wisdom”) decided that it is a “necessary precaution” to round up everybody else who needed this done and send them to the old Scholomance Academy until Belial is defeated. We know Thomas will do “something dangerous” in CHOI. He wold never want to leave his friends during such a dangerous time, especially not after what happened to Barbara. Maybe its putting together a break out team in effort to get back t London?

Theory 4.) The “Who” is Alastair. The “Why” is a bunch of reason.

The Carstairs sure picked a great time to move to London, Huh? What with their family situation, the pregnancy, the plague, Cordelia and Alastair’s complicated love lives, and now an impending Serial Killer. This is another it will only get worse situation. Most people theorize that at least one (and a few theorize both) Carstair’s parents will die in CHOI, and which ever one it is, it will make the situation much worse. This family is going to fall apart as a unit. How are Cordelia and Alastair both fairing in London? Cordelia loves it, Before she was a lonely girl who talked to her reflection so that she wouldn’t be complete alone. She wanted move to London to be with James and Lucie and make a bunch of new friends, and that is exactly what she got. True Her relationship with James is imperfect (stupid Gracelet, Stupid Belial) but she still has a lot going for her in London and is unlikely to leave. Alastair wanted to move to London because he wanted to be with Charles in person again. That did not go so well and now they are broken up. With that over Alastair would really like to have a relationship with Thomas. But at the end of Chain of Gold Alastair’s past cruelties were brought back to light, Thomas said he was done with Alastair, and all evidence states that Thomas will be mad for a long time. Alastair has already thought about leaving London before during the plague. IF things worsen, and then he learns the truth about Cordelia and James Marriage, he could easily decide the best thing for him and Cordelia is to cut their losses and forget about London and the people in it, IF this happens then he is in for one more bad shock, because no matter what happens between her and James I cannot imagine Cordelia agreeing. IF Alastair leaves he will leave alone.

Maybe he joins whatever is at at the Shcolomance Academy as a way to further avoid building any more personal relationships.While all of this sounds like a choice, and the writer clearly claims that they were there not by their choice, lets remember that one of the flaws Alastair needs to get over is that he doesn’t take responsibility for his own choice. Always blaming the world for his own behavior. He won’t stay forever. He will eventually hear something about London that will push him to go back, and push him to try and genuinely make up for what he has said and done. If Matthew is someone who is still sliding down to rock bottom, Alastair is someone who hit rock bottom long ago and now is begging to climb out. y

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Frozen Heart ch 5

Chapter one: Do you Wanna Build a Snowman

Chapter two: For the First Time in Forever

Chapter three: Love is...

Chapter four: ... an Open Door

Chapter five: Let it Go

Chapter six: Reindeers are Better than People

Summary: Making a non musical out of a musical is harder than I thought so you get a short chapter. Next one will be longer.

Logan wasn’t sure how long he had been running. But by the time he did, his legs felt as if they were made of jam. And not even the good kind.

He collapsed to the ground in a pool of tears. Everything catching up to him now that he wasn’t focused on running.

He almost killed Patton. All because of his stupid curse that he had no control over. After all these years he couldn’t even protect his brother from himself.

…

It was a long time before Logan was able to contain himself. He stood slowly and wiped away the tear tracks. His eyes were no doubt red and bloodshot from all the crying.

He took a moment to take in his surroundings. He was in the forest. Judging by the amount of trees and snow he was somewhere in the north mountains.

Had he really run that much?

Logan shook his head. It didn’t matter. The farther he got the better.

Few people came too far above the snow line and almost no one made the journey to the summit.

He was a bit surprised to note that, despite what had to be freezing temperatures, he wasn’t actually...cold. It was strange to say the least. Logically he knew it was cold, and in a way he could even feel it. It’s as if it just chose not to make him cold as well.

Perhaps running aimlessly in one direction hadn’t been the worst thing he could do. Seeing as he ended up in what was likely the most secluded area in Arendelle.

Logan looked up towards the peak. If he went there he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting anyone else due to his lack of control ever again. Mind made up, he began his trek up the mountain.

Patton was hoping to find Logan fairly quickly before it got even darker. He lit his travel lantern in hopes that Logan would see it and come to him...but if the last few hours were any indication it didn’t seem to be working.

“Logan!” He called for the millionth time.

And for the millionth time there was no answer.

Patton was exhausted after everything that had happened that day and was nearly dozing off on poor Colton who was probably just as tired. He felt a little bad about making the horse carry him around so late at night… and through the snow… that was actually starting to get pretty deep if he were being honest.

Patton was startled from his dozing when Colton stopped suddenly. Patton watched closely as the horse's ears began moving, listening for whatever startled him in the first place.

Colton shifted nervously for an agonizingly long minute before Patton gave him a small squeeze with his heels, checking if he was willing to go. The horse took a few cautious steps forward before snapping to attention once again and looking around. This time it wasn’t long before the cause revealed itself. Patton hunched down and held tight to the reigns as Colton bolted away from the wolves that had been trying to surround them.

There was nothing Patton could do but let his horse take full control as they fled.

Just when they were finally starting to put some distance between them and the wolves a branch broke from a tree in their path and startled his panicked horse. Patton lost his grip on the reins and was thrown from the saddle. The two feet of snow broke his fall but by the time he recovered his horse was already running off.

“Nononono, Colton come back!” He called.

The horse ignored him and Patton quickly got to his feet. He wasn’t sure how far behind the wolves were or if they were even still chasing them but he knew he didn’t want to stick around and find out.

Chasing after Colton would be a lost cause. Once the horse calmed down he would no doubt be heading home and Patton didn’t have time to start the journey over. He had to find Logan and bring him home.

So he kept moving up the mountain.

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Patton kept reminding himself he was making progress. He was thankful that he hadn’t seen nor heard any sign of the wolves since before he’d lost his horse over an hour ago. He was mentally kicking himself with every step by now for not making the decision to attempt to call Colton back. And reminded himself to give the poor horse carrots when he got home. Trudging through deep snow was not fun. He just wanted to stop for a minute and-

Patton screamed as he was suddenly falling through the air, “Oof.”

He took a moment to get the air back into his lungs and do a mental check to make sure nothing was broken before sitting up and looking around.

He was in a pit.

Of course. Because today had been going so well before, why not add a giant hole to top it off?

It didn’t take long to figure out that it was just a bit too deep to climb out of either. Patton was thankful that Roman had made sure there would be a fire starter because it was starting to look like he would be spending the night in a hole. Hopefully whoever had dug it would come back soon and would be willing to help him out of it.

With nothing else to do Patton began taking the driest branches to start a fire. It was gonna be a long night.

Logan was making progress towards the north peak. The trees had been getting thinner the farther he traveled and eventually he stopped seeing them all together. There was nothing and no one around. He was alone.

He was alone.

The realization hit him so suddenly he stopped in his tracks. He didn’t have to worry about his powers going haywire anymore because there was no one around to get hurt when they did. The reality of this felt like a large weight off of his shoulders and for the first time in years he felt himself truly start to relax.

He gave one more look around as if someone would appear out of thin air to see him before removing his remaining glove. He stared at it for a moment before letting the wind blow it out of his hand and out of sight.

He started off slowly. Letting a few whisps of snow fly from his hands before making them larger and larger. With every burst of power he let loose the better he felt and he continued his way up the mountain. Trying things with the magic he never would dared to have tried inside the castle walls.

He even indulged in some of his childhood memories and paused to conjure his and Patton’s snowcat; sans his scarf and nose.

Logan smiled softly as he stared at it. It was like a lone, little sentry watching the mountain.

The closer he got to the peak the more he did with his powers. When he found a ravine between himself and his destination he even made an ice staircase. He had been cautious at first due to the large frost crystals coating the structure, but as soon as he touched them they vanished and smoothed out leaving a glassy finish. Logan couldn’t help but run up the stairs like a child as he watched the phenomenon occurring beneath his fingertips.

By the time he made it to the top of the mountain the sky was starting to shift into the dull blues just before the sunrise and he was ready to let his powers lose.

Within mere moments he managed to create a small castle of ice.

When he finished he couldn’t contain his joy. This was far beyond anything he ever thought possible! The castle may have been bare but it was beautiful. The first rays of sun began to shine upon the castle causing a rainbow of colors to appear within the walls themselves.

Logan let his powers flow through him without fear as he ran up the stairs to the second level. The ice traced patterns into his previously plain dark blue and black suit and even across the royal mantle still placed on his shoulders. He walked out onto the balcony overlooking the mountain range. The castle town was barely a speck from this distance.

Logan smiled at the thought of still being able to watch over his brother in some way. Even from so far.

He reached up to remove the silver crown that still rested on his head. He ran his hand through his hair to rid himself of the phantom weight before looking at the polished surface. He barely recognized his reflection. He had never felt better at that thought. After another moment he threw the crown off the balcony. Flinging it as far as he could and grinned as it disappeared into the sunrise.

Remus was pissed. It was colder than a witches tit. It was supposed to be the middle of summer where the hell did the snowstorm come from?! Did he accidentally hibernate like Grandpabbie? If that was the case wasn’t he supposed to sleep through winter? Now he had to check all his traps, if he could even find them under all the snow. He better have caught something because if he had to do all this trudging for nothing he was going to be double pissed.

#frozen heart #brain dead writes #frozen au #sanders sides #fanfiction

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Stark Spangled Destiny

Ch 2- Touche, Kiddo.

Co-Created with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Chapter Summary: Tony and Natasha take Katie back to the first of several key points of impact in her life- the day Tony returned from Afghanistan…

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So these chapters contain flashbacks of sorts- but they’re not flashbacks as Katie is watching the events unfold in front of her-a “Time heist” of sorts. However, to keep it clear and hopefully not confusing, the events she is watching are depicted in itallics instead of me trying to keep calling her 2010 v 2030 Katie…

Please let me know what you think- comments and re-blogs muchly appreciated.

You’re dead.” Katie spluttered, looking at Tony.

“Yeah, so they tell me.” He mused, taking a look around, observing his surroundings. “Which is kind of a bummer…” “So what the fuck is this?” she asked. “Am I dreaming? Having some kind of mental breakdown hallucination? Are you a ghost? If so where the fuck have you been for the past 7 years, asshole?”

“I wasn’t needed.” Tony shrugged “But, this is your party so to speak. I can be whatever you want to be if it makes you feel better. I mean, you did have strange dreams at times when you were younger. I distinctly recall one about a giant white rabbit chasing you through the streets of London with an ice cream cone as a hat.” “I was high when I fell asleep.” Katie shrugged, then she gave a moan “What am I doing talking to you? This is insane…I need to wake up.” She closed her eyes, pinched herself, yelping at the pain. When she opened them she saw Tony leaning against the tree trunk, one knee bent as his shoe pressed flat against the trunk behind him, arms folded. “Yeah, sorry Kiddo. Still here.” “This is all inside my head.” Katie took a deep breath “This is all inside my head, this isn’t real.” “What was it that Dumblebee dude said? You know the Wizard from Harry Potter?” Tony clicked the fingers on his right hand, pointing at Katie as she rolled her eyes.

“Dumbledor…"

“Whatever, the point is what he said. You know, that quote you loved ‘Of Course this is happening inside your head, but why on Earth should that mean that it is not real?’. You can’t have forgotten, you had it stencilled on the wall in your apartment.”

“I haven’t, trust me.” Katie said softly “It’s Jamie’s favourite too. He has it above his bed, Steve did it for him along with a painting of the Hogwarts Castle"

“Wow, he read them all already?” Tony raised an eyebrow “He’s 10.” “He’s smart.” Katie smiled “A real bookworm, and an artist. Announced the other day he wants to write and illustrate kid’s books now, not be a Baseball player anymore. Steve insists there’s time for him to come to his senses but…”

"Cap still with the giddy optimism huh?" Tony arched an eyebrow and she felt her eye begin to prick with tears, and that familiar stinging sensation associated with trying to stave off the tears filled the upper inside of her nose and she looked at Tony before she rushed forward and he stood up straight. At the last minute, before she threw herself at him she stopped dead and reached out with a shaky hand, her palm pressing against the pin striped material of his waistcoat. He was solid, warm, she could feel his heart beating.

“I…” she looked up at him, the tears once more pouring from her eyes “I don’t want this to be in my head."

Tony smiled, his own eyes brimming with tears as Katie slid her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. She breathed in his familiar cologne, a smell she hadn’t forgotten but one that hadn’t filled her senses in a long time. His hands gently rubbed at her back as he held her close, one hand creeping upwards where it rest on the back of her hair as he dropped a kiss to her head. His familiar fatherly-brotherly touch was seeping into her bones, quelling the deep, dark aching she’d been feeling since…well, she couldn’t remember. Steve was her home, her safe place, her rock, there was no denying that, but Tony was her childhood pillar of strength. He was the man that had band aided her knees and palms, tucked her in, fought the monsters under her bed and for that reason, he would always be a source of comfort and strength.

Even if this was just some whacked out hallucination.

And then, she felt another emotion. An emotion she remembered feeling before many a times watching Steve catapult himself off buildings, bridges, hanging off helicopters before dropping into rivers. It was anger. Anger at the self-sacrificing nature that drove her soldier to act first and think later...but she was feeling it here at her brother. Unable to quell it she pulled back and her right hand laid a stinging slap to Tony’s left cheek. His head snapped to the right and he gave an angry yell.

“Jesus Kiddo…what the fuck was that for?” “For dying, dickwad!” she yelled, the tears falling down her face. “You died and you left me...” “It wasn’t like I had a choice.” He sighed, dropping his head “This was always the end I was going to get, not the end I wanted but…”

“She took it well then.” Another familiar voice drawled and Katie stiffened in her brothers’ arms, and looked up at him, eyes wide as she turned slowly to see a familiar face looking back at her. Green eyes sparkling, red hair shining in the stray rays of sunlight that crept into the thicket as it fell forward around her face and shoulders over the top of her black leather jacket with a bounce Katie hadn’t seen for years.

“Nat…” she swallowed, wiping her eyes “You look…”

“Yeah, better.” She shrugged, “Whatever this is, it took us back to a time before it all went to shit. I think this was my hair in 2015 or 16…” “Leipzig you looked like that.” Tony mused as Katie stepped away from him, to scan Natasha up and down. “I, on the other hand, I’m not sure. But I look good so…” “Modest as always.” Katie grumbled as she stopped in front of Natasha, before they embraced as well. “How’s my little man?”

“Not so little anymore.” Katie shrugged “He’s like up to here now…” she held her hand up to a point in the mjddle of her rib-cage “…and he looks just like Steve.”

“Yeah we actually know.” Tony cut in “We know about all 5 of them, she’s just making conversation. I gotta say, I’m kinda liking the fact Emmy hooked up with Parker. They'll make cute babies"

"Oh God, don't. Steve's already freaking out about them wanting to move in together." Katie laughed and Tony grinned.

"Henry...that wasn't after Hank Pym was it?" He asked and Katie shook her head.

"It was a name Steve liked. I picked his middle. And it was the other way for Flossie..."

Natasha snorted “I gotta say you gave Aurora a perfect name. After a princess...” “The Star Spangled Diva." Katie shook her head before she grinned “She’s ace.” “She’s a Stark that's for sure.” Tony smiled proudly.

“Steve says that. Says she looks like me and has your attitude. Drives him insane.” Tony smirked “Good to know. Been dead 7 years and still bugging the crap out of Spangles.” He nodded, clapping his hand together, rubbing his palms against one another in glee.

Katie looked at her brother for a moment before she shook her head. “Ok, so is this the part where the two of you give me some kind of pep talk, you know about the kids and my outburst before or…” “Well, we could.” Tony said, “But you always responded better to visuals, so we’re gonna show you.” “Tony I have no desire to see any of that again.” She shook her head “I already know I fucked up.” “We’re not here about the fact you cussed out Jamie.” Nat said gently

Katie frowned “Then what is this?”

“We’re more concerned with the fact you don’t seem to understand how much you matter to everyone.” The red head continued “What was it you said before? Something along the lines of not seeing the point of being in their lives?”

Katie looked down at her feet.

“You’re human kiddo.” Tony said “Humans are flawed. They fuck up...some of us less than others, granted.” Katie raised her head, cocking an eyebrow at Tony “You’re such a conceited bastard.” “True.” Tony nodded, “But all things considered I think I have a right to be. I mean my best achievement is stood right in front of me.” He shrugged “I’d like to include Moo in that but, well Pep’s done the hard work there really, bringing her up. You on the other hand, well that was all me.” he stepped forward and took both her hands “And I’m smug as fuck about it, because you’re an amazing woman Kiddo, you just need reminding of that fact so we can get you over this sudden lack of self-worth you seem to be displaying.” Katie shook her head, tears forming in her eyes “Tone…” “It’s true.” He shrugged, letting go of her hands “But, you’ll see for yourself. Come on.”

He turned and started walking up the path towards the Memorial Gardens and Katie watched him before she turned to Natasha. Nat nodded her head towards Tony’s back and with a shrug Katie turned to follow him.

“Might as well see what whacked out journey my subconscious has planned.” She muttered to herself, following her brother as he walked ahead of her slightly. As they emerged from the thicket of trees, Katie noticed the Gardens were completely empty and it was eerily quiet. Eventually Tony stopped by an orange Audi and Katie shook her head.

“What?” Tony asked “I liked this colour.”

Natasha walked passed Katie and opened the door, folding the seat forward so she could slip into the back. Katie watched Tony as he settled in the driver’s side before she took another look around. The sun was starting to set, sending streaks of lilac and burnt red across the sky before she climbed in and shut the door. Tony fired the engine and the familiar sounds of AC/DCs Back in Black hit her ears. Despite herself she gave a smile, glancing out of the window as Tony drove the car forward, the music filled her senses.

Suddenly, she frowned. Her head flicking to look out of the window to her side before she turned back to the windscreen as she recognised her surroundings which seemed to have changed when she blinked. “How…”

“We’re not in Kansas anymore Dorothy…” Tony said, looking at her as she turned her head to meet his eyes.

“No, we’re in fucking California!” she practically exploded “How? That’s not possible!”

“Neither is seeing dead people but you’re managing that just fine.” Natasha drawled. Katie ran her hands over her face letting out a groan.

“I’m tripping…I have to be. Did someone spike my coffee before?”

Tony smirked as he pulled the car off the road onto the Military air base and drew up behind a row of blacked out SUVs, each flanked by an armed guard.

“Wait…” she leaned forward, looking at 3 familiar figures waiting on the tarmac as a huge C17 taxied towards them. “This…this is the day you came back from Afghanistan.”

Tony nodded as Katie opened the door to the car and climbed out. She took a few steps forward stopping in front of the car bonnet. Natasha stood by her left, Tony by her right as she watched the aircraft come to a stop.

“Come on…” Tony said, striding forwards “You know how I like to make an entrance, be kind of cool for me to actually watch it for once.” They weaved their way through the line of SUVs and Katie paused, stopping. Curiously, she cocked her head to one side and waved her hand in front of one of the guard’s faces. He didn’t even blink.

“They can’t see you.” Natasha said, “Think of it as being like A Christmas Carol…”

Kate looked at her, before she took a deep breath “So not quite a Time heist?”

Nat smirked and nodded “Almost, but not quite, no.”

“Fucking hell.” Katie shook her head and turned to make her way over to Tony who was now stood just behind Pepper.

“God her ass looks great.” He mumbled. Katie gave a snort as she stopped behind her 2010 self.

“Was I really that skinny?” she muttered, taking in her frame. Her waist was ridiculously tiny, emphasised by the sharp, black tailored suit she wore, her hair pinned back into a bun. She moved round to the side, taking in her profile. Her eyes were shining, her jaw tensing as she held back the tears. “Mind you, I don’t think I ate properly for the entire time you were gone…” “You’re not exactly fat now” Tony scoffed. She ignored him, her eyes still fixed on herself. As she watched, 2010 Katie turned to Pepper who looked at her, the pair of them sharing a smile as Katie extended her hand, Pepper taking it, squeezing her fingers.

The tars of happiness trickled down her face, as the ramp on the aircraft carrier opened to reveal her brother. His hair was longer, he looked thinner but he was alive and all things considered he looked pretty good. Dressed in a sharp grey suit, brown shirt and a brown tie sporting white polka dots. His face was a little bruised but his goatee was well groomed and he still wore that determined, arrogant look she knew so well As Rhodey helped him down the ramp, he waved away the gurney that was being wheeled towards him and unable to stand it any longer, Katie shot forward. Tony was barely at the bottom before she flung herself at him, not caring that his arm was a sling.

“Hey Kiddo.” he said softly as she buried her face into his neck.

“You fucking asshole!” she sobbed “next time, you ride with Rhodey, you got that?”

“Trust me, there will be no next time.” he chuckled as she pulled back and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Afghanistan is a shit hole.”

“It was you know…” Tony mumbled and Katie turned her head away from watching her past reunion with her brother to look at him. “But there was one thing that kept me going in that hell hole. And that was getting back to you. I couldn’t leave you. Not after what happened to Mom and Dad.” Katie swallowed and turned back to see herself and her brother walking towards Pepper, her hand linked in his as they stopped.

“Your eyes are red.” Tony looked at Pepper “A few tears for your long-lost boss?”

“Tears of joy” Pepper smiled back “I hate job hunting.” “Yeah, vacation's over.” Tony said simply, and he headed past Pepper towards Happy. Katie watched as the two men embraced and she turned to Pepper.

“Twenty bucks says the first place he goes is for a cheeseburger.”

“You know me…knew me…whatever, so well.” Tony looped an arm round Katie as they watched their 2010 selves climb into the car and set off.

“I didn’t even try and convince you otherwise.” She sighed, looking at him “I knew you’d refuse to go to the hospital. I didn’t see the immediate press-conference coming though, that was a curve ball.”

“That was an interesting one for us too at SHIELD.” Nat said, “As soon as Fury got the call about how you’d escaped and that you’d called one he dispatched Coulson.”

“God…” Katie shook her head “This was like 20 years ago now. I was so young, a baby…”

“Well, now you don’t look a day over 46…” Tony said, patting her shoulder.

She glared at him and he chuckled “Come on…” Tony said, patting her shoulder.

Katie cast her eyes once more at the tail of the Rolls which was heading over the airfield tarmac and the three of them walked back to Tony’s Audi.

**** “Higher Daddy!” Harry giggled as Steve pushed him on the swing lazily with one arm, all the time keeping one eye on Rori who was currently with Jamie, the pair of them hanging off the climbing frame upside down whilst Stark sat at the bottom, barking at them. Whilst all his kids seemed to have inherited some of the serum’s benefits in that they were rarely sick and on the whole pretty robust, they were still fifty-percent ‘normal’ for want of a better word, and his heart was constantly in his mouth when they did stuff like that. To his horror he watched, Rori pulled herself up and then tucker herself into a ball and flipping herself backwards off the frame, landing on her feet.

“That’s how to stick a landing.” She looked at Jamie, her tongue poking out at him before she trotted back over to her dad ignoring her brother’s shout of “loser…” as she headed off.

“Can you not do that?” Steve sighed exasperatedly as she stopped by his side.

“Do what?” she looked up at him, her green eyes frowning a little. “Throw yourself off stuff.” “Momma says you did it all the time.” Rori looked at him “She said you threw yourself out of an elevator with her on your back.” “That…that was different.” He finished lamely.

“How?” “Because I had no choice.” “Why didn’t you just push the button to take the elevator down?” Rori looked at him like he was an idiot and he groaned.

“Rori, just…oh, I dunno, go and play on the slide or something. And by that I mean slide down it, not jump off it.”

“Hey Dad?” Jamie appeared by his side and Steve looked down at him “You wanna play catch?”

“Why don’t you play with Stark?” Steve said “I need to keep an eye on Harry and Flossie buddy.”

“Stark just runs off with the ball. He never brings it back.”

“Well, try teaching him.” “I have.” Jamie whined.

“Jamie, don’t start.” Steve said sternly “You’re skating on thin ice as it is.” “I’ll play.” Rori offered. Steve could see Jamie was considering his options before he shrugged.

“Ok.”

The two of them headed off towards the small sandlot to the side of the park, Steve watching as he continued to push Harry in the swing, his gaze then turning to Florence who was asleep in the stroller. Eventually Harry got bored and wanted to play on the slide so Steve lifted him out and they made their way over, Harry’s hand wrapped around Steve’s as he pushed Florence with the other. He watched Harry as he climbed the steps and then moved to the bottom of the slide, crouching as the little boy whizzed down laughing, Steve smiled as he caught him and tossed him into the air slightly.

“Again!” he demanded. Steve let him down and he repeated the motion a few times before Steve checked his watch. It was getting a little late, granted it was a Saturday but he didn’t want to deal with the fall out of them all being over tired and cranky over dinner. Katie had dealt with enough tantrums and tears today.

“Kids, think we should head back.” He said as he approached the older two. Jamie looked at him, about to protest and Steve glared at him.

“What did I say before?” he asked firmly. Jamie took a deep breath and nodded.

“Ok Dad.”

Together they walked back, Jamie and Rori a little ahead as Steve kept pace with Harry. They took the path through one of the green parks that led to their road and Rori stopped at a bank of wild flowers.

“Hey, can we pick some for Momma?” she asked, turning to look at Steve. “The blue ones are pretty.”

Steve smiled “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Make momma smile?” Harry asked, looking up and Steve nodded.

“Yeah, yeah it will.”

He watched as Jamie and Rori headed off to a patch to the left to pick a few and Steve crouched down consulting with Harry as to which ones he wanted to get. He helped him pick a few before he turned back to see Jamie and Rori clutching handfuls each.

“You leave any for the bees?” He quipped and Rori looked at him.

“There are looooads…” she said gesturing with her hands, giving an eye roll that was ridiculously comparable to those of her mother.

“Well that’s me told.” Steve arched an eyebrow. “Ok, give them here.”

He took them gently, adding them to Harry’s and he laid them on the little shelf at the bottom of the stroller before the 5 of them made their way back home.

**** Tony parked the Audi haphazardly in a space outside the Stark Industries HQ main building.

“Nice parking.” Katie quipped.

“It’s out company, I own this parking lot. Well I did. And besides, like you keep saying, this isn’t real so what does it matter?” he asked as the three of them exited the car. Katie glanced over to where Obadiah Stane was waiting with the press and their employees, laughing loudly and generally acting like the big shot.

“Dick.” She mumbled. “I never liked him.”

“Yeah, I know. You told me a lot. And it turns out you were right about him.” Tony shrugged. “Who knew?”

She snorted and Natasha gave a chuckle. “I’ll leave you two to this one.” She said gently, leaning against the car, folding her arms. Katie looked at her, before she turned and followed Tony as he strode forward, watching as the Rolls pulled up. The people stood round the turning circle all started to applause and when the car stopped and Obadiah strode forwards, arms open.

“Look at this!” He opened the door, presenting Tony to everyone and pulling him into a hug “We were going to meet at the hospital.”

“No, I'm fine.” Tony said, turning to Happy who offered him the Burger King bag from which Tony pulled another cheeseburger.

“Look at you!” Obadiah chuckled “You had to have a burger, yeah?”

“Which reminds me…” Katie nudged Pepper as they walked around the back of the car “You owe me twenty.” Pepper snorted and shook her head, “Come on.”

Katie and Pepper headed inside, following Tony and Obadiah who were chatting away, the cameras flashing as they walked through the cool, marble clad reception are of HQ where the podium that the press conferences were held from stood to the side. Katie and Pepper stopped, Katie taking a breath as she watched Tony walking through the group of people, speaking to various until a voice by her side made her jump.

“Miss Potts, may I speak to you for a moment?”

Katie turned to see an unassuming man, with short dark hair and a kind face dressed in a black suit, a Visitor Tag attached to his breast pocket. She looked at him for a second before her attention turned back to Tony who was busy talking to a woman in a red suit.

“I’m not part of the press conference…” Pepper spoke to the man “But it’s about to begin right now”

“I'm not a reporter. I'm Agent Phil Coulson, with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.” The man spoke and that got Katie’s attention. She turned to look at him, smiling.

“That's quite a mouthful.” She grinned and Agent Coulson gave her a smile.

“I know. We're working on it.” He smiled as Pepper took the business card he was holding. Katie arched an eyebrow and smiled, once more turning her eyes back to her brother.

“You know, we've been approached already by the DOD, the FBI, the CIA...” Pepper continued and Coulson cut her off gently.

“We're a separate division with a more specific focus. We need to debrief Mr. Stark about the circumstances of his escape.”

Katie turned to him, frowning and wondering exactly how they knew about it. Reading her facial expression, Coulson shrugged slightly and Pepper nodded. “I'll put something in the book, shall I?”

“Thank you.”

Katie was about to quiz him more when she heard Tony calling for her. She looked at her brother and he gestured with his head.

“Excuse me…” She strode forward and Tony put an arm round her shoulder.

“I need to speak to you.” He said “Before I talk to the world.”

“God, I remember this like it was yesterday.” Katie turned to Tony as they followed in the wake of themselves, everyone parting as Tony steered his sister towards the little break out room towards the back, which housed the coffee and vending machines.

“Yup…” Tony said as they ducked inside the room with themselves “It was a pretty life defining moment. For me anyway…”

“It was for both of us.” She said, watching as 2010 Tony clicked he door shut “This is where it all began. Iron Man, SHIELD…all of it.”

Tony smiled and they both turned their heads to watch their past selves.

“I’m shutting down the Weapons Manufacturing.” Tony said and Katie frowned.

“What? Why?”

“I saw out there what our weapons are being used for.” Tony shook his head “I don’t know how those terrorists got hold of them, because I sure as hell didn’t approve any bids to that particular group, did the Commercial Department negotiate them without me using your delegated authority?”

“Of course not!” she replied indignantly “What do you take me for? They must have been traded on the black market…”

“And that is exactly my point!” Tony said, nodding at her “We can’t police it all. So I want to shut it down. Focus our efforts elsewhere”

“What happened to you out there Tone?” Katie considered her brother for a moment and he took a deep breath.

“For the first time I met my Jiminy Cricket…”he looked at her “Tony Stark doesn’t want to be the most famous mass murderer in the history of America anymore.”

Katie frowned. “That Vanity Fair article. You read it?”

“Of course I read it, it was about me.” He shrugged “The reporter…erm..”

“Everhart?” Katie looked at him “You forgot her name after you banged her as well?”

“Whatever that’s not important.” Tony waved her off “But Kiddo,all those lives we’ve saved by advancing medical technology and the starvation prevented from intelli-crops, she mentioned none of that.”

“Because that doesn’t sell papers.” Katie shook us head “Whereas dubbing us Merchants of Death does.”

“War profiteering she called it. And she was right.” Tony implored “You know, Dad always said that peace means…”

“Having a bigger stick than the other guy, yeah, you told me” Katie looked at her brother.

“And it’s a great line coming from the guy selling the sticks.” Tony shook his head. “But what if no one was selling the sticks?”

Katie took a deep breath “People would then just make their own sticks, and they’d be harder to police.”

“But what if I told you I had a pretty big assed stick of my own? The biggest stick anyone could have.”

“I’m not…” Katie sighed, rubbing at her temple “Tony you’ve lost me”

“I wouldn’t have escaped if it hadn’t been for my cell mate out there. He saved my life” Tony tapped his chest “Not only did he build an electromagnet to keep a bunch of shrapnel from shredding my heart, he sacrificed himself soI could escape. His last words were an instruction, not to waste my life Kiddo, and I have no intention of doing so anymore.” He looked down at his feet taking a deep breath before he raised his head to meet her gaze “I don’t want my legacy, our legacy, to be about how many deaths we may or may not have been indirectly responsible for.”

“You really did have an epiphany didn’t you?” Katie looked at him, not a shred of sarcasm in her voice.

“It was my moment of clarity” Tony nodded “And I have a permanent reminder, as you know already from the calls and briefings….”

He moved his arm gently, wincing as he did so, loosening his tie a little and undoing the top few buttons on his shirt. He gently parted it and Katie gave a gasp at the small circle of light in the middle of his chest.

“This thing powered a suit I made. A metal suit. I shrunk the Arc reactor down in a damned cave, and that’s what’s now keeping the shrapnel in place…but it powered a heavy assed suit for 15 minutes. Just think of all the good we could do with it with it. Renewable technology, medical equipment…maybe some other form of potential peace keeping initiative with a slightly smaller metal suit.”

“Is this the big stick you were talking about?” Katie asked, arching her eyebrow. “A metal suit.”

Tony took a deep breath “In a fashion, yes. It could remove the need for…other sticks so to speak.”

Katie took a deep breath before she stepped forward and began to do his shirt back up for him, not saying a word as she mulled over what he had said. The fact they traded weapons had been something she tried not to think about, justifying it in her mind as a means to an end- if they didn’t someone else would. But remove that completely…

She re-knotted his tie and slid it up to his collar before she straightened it and stood back, rolling her eyes as Tony loosened it once more.

“I need you to trust me on this Kiddo.” He said softly and she looked at him, her eyes searching his. There wasn’t a single ounce of doubt there, quit the contrary. This was obviously something he vehemently believed in. And for that reason, she decided to back him.

“Ok.” She nodded “We’ll shut it down.”

Katie watched as her 2010 self and brother embraced, turning to Tony “You have no idea how much of a head fuck that was” she said as they followed themselves out of the room.

“Oh, believe me I do.” Tony said, as they stood at the back of the room, watching as Obadiah greeted the press, 2010 Katie walking up to stand besides him.

Tony sat down in front of the podium. “Hey, would it be all right if everyone sat down?” He asked, fishing the cheeseburger out of his pocket “Why don't you just sit down? That way you can see me, and I can... a little less formal and...” Tony took a bite of the cheeseburger as Katie glanced at Obi, giving a shrug, before she sat to Tony’s left.

“Good to see you.” Tony looked at Obi who smiled.

“Good to see you.” He said, reaching out and touching Tony’s shoulder.

“I never got to say goodbye to Dad.” Tony said, looking around. He glanced at Katie, “We never got to say goodbye to our father.” He swallowed his food and placed the half eaten burger on the floor as he considered his words “There's questions that I would have asked him. I would have asked him how he felt about what this company did. If he was conflicted, if he ever had doubts.”

Katie glanced at the floor as Tony paused for a second.

“Or maybe he was every inch the man we all remember from the newsreels.” He once more turned to Katie who gently placed her hand on his back, giving a small rub over his suit jacket. Taking a deep breath he looked out over the room “I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons I created to defend them and protect them. And I saw that we had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability.”

Out of the corner of her eye, as the members of the press began to call Tony’s name, Katie saw Obadiah shift slightly, frowning a little at what Tony had just said.

“Hey Ben…” Tony nodded to one of the reporters.

“What happened over there?”

“I had my eyes opened.” Tony stood and moved behind the podium, Katie watching his every move. “I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up.”

He glanced down at Katie and she gave him a small nod.

“And that is why, effective immediately, me and my sister are shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark International”

The room erupted in commotion, everyone standing and talking at the same time. Katie took her position by her brother as Tony simply continued speaking

“…until such a time as we can decide what the future of the company will be.”

Obadiah placed his hand over Tony’s shoulder, trying to cut in a little and mentioned something about selling a lot of newspapers but Tony ignored him

“…what direction it should take, one that we’re comfortable with and is consistent with the highest good for this country, as well.”

At that he turned to Katie and the two of them left the stage, Tony’s arm looped around her shoulder as he dropped a kiss to her temple.

Obadiah continued to speak as Katie turned to Tony, watching themselves as they left the room.

“Wanna go watch the follow up fireworks?” he grinned and she gave a chuckle.

“Why not, we’re here…we may as well.”

They walked out to see their past selves climbing into Happy’s car and Natasha straightened up as they headed to the Audi.

“Have fun?” she drawled and Katie looked at her and shrugged.

“I suppose I never really understood the significance of that moment. Like I said to Tony in there, this is what kicked it all off. How Iron Man was born.”

Natasha looked at Tony, giving him a little nod “You were right to bring here her then.” “Just like I said.” He shrugged as he opened the door to the Audi, gesturing to it with his head “Now, get in Losers, we’re going Arc Reactor viewing.”

Katie rolled her eyes at Natasha as the 2 of them climbed into the car and Tony followed the Rolls that was working its way across the Stark Industries site. Eventually it stopped outside the large, glass fronted building which housed the Arc Reactor that powered the plant. The three of them exited and followed 2010 Tony and Katie inside.

“So this is a larger version of what was in your chest.” Natasha looked up at the huge power source, giving it the once over.

“Yup.” Tony nodded, “Pretty cool huh.”

Natasha gave a hmmm of agreement as Katie’s eyes strayed to herself as she stood with Tony, the two of them stood side by side, looking up at it.

“Not sure Obi is gonna be happy.” She turned to look at Tony who shrugged, his eyes not leaving the Arc Reactor.

“I don’t much care.” He shrugged “We’ve bowed to him and the board for far too long…” “Well, that’s kind of the point of a board” she looked at him.

“Yeah, but the two of us make the majority, as you know.” Tony shrugged. “Look, Kiddo, this is the right thing to do…we just gotta ride out the bow of this shit storm for while.”

“That’s…a mixed metaphor.” Katie snorted and Tony grinned. At that point the doors to the building opened and they turned to see Obadiah stood, cigar in his mouth, hands on his hips.

“Well, that..uh... That went well.”

“Did we just paint a target on the back of our heads?” Tony asked reaching up to undo his tie.

“Your heads? What about my head?” Obi asked walking behind them, pacing slightly. “What do you think the over-under on the stock drop is gonna be tomorrow?”

“Uh, optimistically, 40 points.” Katie offered as Tony whipped off his tie.

“At minimum.” Obadiah nodded.

“Yup” Tony agreed, hanging his tie over his jacket which was draped on the railings around the reactor.

“Tony, Katie, we're a weapons manufacturer.” Obadiah said softly, looking at him.

“Obi, I just don't want a body count to be our only legacy.” Tony turned to face him.

“That's what we do. We're iron mongers. We make weapons.”

“It’s our name on the side of the building.” Katie chipped in and Obadiah shook his head.

“What we do keeps the world from falling into chaos.”

“Not based on what I saw.” Tony shook his head “We're not doing a good enough job. We can do better. We're gonna do something else” “Like what?” Obadiah asked “You want us to make baby bottles?”

“Tony thinks we should take another look into arc reactor technology.” Katie said “And I agree.

“Ah, come on.” Obi looked at her, then shook his head, waving his hands towards the item in question “The arc reactor, that's a publicity stunt! Guys’ come on. We built that thing to shut the hippies up”

“It works.” Katie said simply and Tony smiled, catching her eye for a second as Obi scoffed.

“Yeah, as a science project. The arc was never cost effective. We knew that before we built it.” He shook his head once more pacing behind the siblings, neither of who turned to face him “Arc reactor technology, that's a dead end, right?”

Obadiah’s tone was almost sarcastic and Katie understood instantly that he knew about the one in Tony’s chest. From the smile on her brother’s face he’d also reached the same conclusion.

“Maybe.” Tony said, his smile growing bigger as he looked up at the larger arc once more before he turned to Katie, his smile growing bigger. She gave him one of her own as they both turned to look at Obi.

“Huh? Am I right? We haven't had a breakthrough in that in what? Thirty years.”

“That's what they say.” Tony said, narrowing his eyes as Obadiah looked straight at him. Katie snorted.

“Obi, could you have a lousier poker face?” she rolled her eyes.

“Just tell me, who told you?” Tony looked at him.

“Never mind who told me…” Obi pointed towards his chest “Show me”

“It's Rhodey or Pepper.” Tony continued

“I want to see it.” Obadiah continued.

“Okay, Rhodey…” Tony undid his sling and looking around he began to undo his shirt to show Obadiah the reactor in his chest. The older man looked at it for a moment, glancing to the larger arc before he chuckled a little

“Okay…” he said as he began to button Tony's shirt back up, the same way Katie had earlier.

“Okay? It works…” Tony looked at him.

Obadiah sighed, giving a smile and looped his arm around Tony’s shoulder. “Listen to me, Tony. We're a team.” He gestured to Katie “The three of us, do you understand? There's nothing we can't do if we stick together, like your father and I.”

“I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads-up, okay?” Tony looked at him “But if I had...”

“Tony. Tony, no more of this "ready, fire, aim" business. You understand me?”

“Wasn’t that another one of Dad's line?” Katie asked and Tony looked at her, nodding.

“You two have gotta let me handle this.” Obi looked at them “We're gonna have to play a whole different kind of ball now. We're going to have to take a lot of heat.” He said as Katie helped Tony back into his jacket. “I want you to promise me that you're gonna lay low.”

Katie, Tony and Natasha watched the other figures leave the building and Katie sighed, her eyes flicking back up to the arc reactor.

“You know, that was a great trip down memory lane and everything Tone, but you’re gonna have to help me out here as to how, exactly, that’s supposed to relate to my apparent sudden lack of self-worth…”

“You backed my decision.” Tony said simply “You were one hundred percent behind me when I said I wanted to shut down the weapons manufacturing.”

“I know, but…” “If you hadn’t been, Tony would never have done it.” Natasha shrugged

“Red’s right, you were always my sanity check. Despite what you may have thought to the contrary, I trusted your opinions Kiddo. Every key decision I made with SI was done with you by my side.” “That’s not true.”

“It is.” Tony pressed “Think about it for a second. The Charities, the deals, the partnerships, the take overs, the Arc Reactor...not one single big thing I did with that company, with our company, was done without you. Even when you disagreed I took that into consideration and modified stuff so that it was more in-line with what you suggested or thought.” Katie swallowed, shaking her head slightly, lost for words. Eventually she took a deep breath and looked at her brother “I didn’t realise. I always thought you did that simply because you needed my vote on stuff to make a majority…”

“Well you thought wrong.” He shrugged “But I’ll forgive you. The world only has space for one Stark genius.” “Good job you’re dead then.” She shot back and he looked at her, his eyebrow arching slightly, an incredulous smirk on his face as Natasha snorted.

“Touche, Kiddo. Touche.”

#stark spangled destiny #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers #katie stark #tony stark #natasha romanoff

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Burning Scars part V

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I really be having the weirdest atla prompts in my head, like i have a spirit world one that i keep thinking abt but i feel like i wont be able to squish it into one post. who knows, maybe ill make a 10,000 word one shot :)

Also, abt that last question I asked abt how you see her wolf... I lied, it’s gonna be important in the NEXT chapter; I never realize how much I write for each event.

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar’s destiny?

*****This chapter takes place on Season 2 Episode 11*****

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It had taken a whole day and some more to reach the dry, barren desert that Mushi had wanted to go to.

Damn, it’s Iroh now, not Mushi.

Calling the pair by different names took Y/n a little time to get used to. Sometimes she was left stuttering as her mind switched between names, but she knew that she would get used to it soon.

Zuko had gone back to his old self; he didn’t talk as much and hardly answered anything she asked him. It seemed as if his talkative side just completely retracted back into him as soon as they set out of their previous campsite.

Y/n had kind of expected the teenage boy to be nicer to her after she shared all of her secrets, but she supposed that that was asking for too much. Him allowing her to tag along was enough to show his welcome.

Iroh, on the other hand, spoke to her a lot more. He would ask her questions about her traditions and culture, but whenever they became too personal, he would reassure her that he didn’t need to know it. It made her relaxed to know that she wasn’t obligated to share everything, only the bits that she was comfortable with.

She wanted to ask them many questions as well, but the timing didn’t seem right. Also, she wasn’t sure how sensitive the information was. Why was a Prince out here instead of a castle or something?

They had traveled for the entire day before making camp for the night. The trees around them grew scarce as the area flowed from sandy-dirt to a completely soft and loose desert.

The next morning, they packed up all of their things once again and set out towards the small town that Iroh called “The Misty Palms Oasis.” The boys had put on hats to block the sunlight, but unfortunately for her, Y/n didn’t have that luxury. While the heat bore down onto her, she leaned her head on Zuko’s back as she complained about the sun. She was definitely grateful that they were heading somewhere with Misty in the name, it sounded so refreshing.

Finally, after what felt like a year, the three of them made it to the Oasis and, let her just say, it was extremely disappointing. The only thing that seemed the slightest bit refreshing was the melted block of ice that dripped away in the center of the Oasis. A dog lapped at the cold water that was produced from it.

Spirits, I wish that were me.

The trio tied their Ostrich-Horses to a stable and followed the Uncle to an old building. All the while, Zuko was complaining quietly about how all of this was a waste of time.

“There can’t be anyone that can actually help us, Uncle.” Zuko whispered. “Not anymore.”

“Quiet, Nephew. You’d be surprised on how much an old friend will be willing to help you.”

The girl only tuned in slightly to their conversation, as she still felt like she was going to melt straight into the ground. Soon, however, she felt tingles go up her spine; someone was watching them. Y/n looked around, but no one met her eyes.

They’re probably just staring at my scars, I should’ve covered them up when I had the chance.

Throughout the day’s travels, her mind barely wandered to the bite on her thigh. She didn’t feel the need to hide it from her new travel buddies, but she didn’t even think about how it would look to the people who had never seen her. Maybe when they finished meeting Iroh’s friend, she could ask Zuko for some new wraps.

They walked into the pueblo and past the wooden door; Zuko holding it open for Y/n to pass through. Iroh walked up to a counter with a man behind it to order something while the two teens found a table to sit at. They waited for the old man to return and sat in silence, all while Zuko glared at each individual person in the tavern.

“Are you okay, Zuko?” Y/n asked while she tilted her head to meet his eyes.

His gaze jumped to her as a light red formed on his cheeks. It must’ve been the first time she’d used his real name.

“Yeah,” the boy spoke, “I just don’t like it here.”

Just then, Iroh returned with cups and a teapot. He filled each with the flavored drink before settling on the seat beside Y/n. Zuko looked at his uncle from his seat across the table with his nostrils flared.

“No one here is going to help us, these people just look like filthy wanderers.”

Y/n choked on her tea while Iroh’s smile stayed on his face.

“Well, so do we,” the uncle responded.

Did Zuko think of me that way?

Hearing that Zuko was a prince gave many explanations to why he acted the way he did in times like these. She decided that it wasn’t entirely his fault; it was the way he had grown up. The only thing that the girl could wish for is for something to humble him down... just a notch.

Iroh hummed as he looked directly behind Zuko.

“Ahhh, this is interesting,” the old man pointed to a table far in the back, “I think I found our friend.”

“Did you bring us here to gamble on Pai Sho?” The boy said with annoyance laced through his voice as he turned around slightly.

Y/n gasped in her seat. “A game? Can I play?”

Iroh laughed in response to both teens and rose from his chair, “Maybe next time, Y/n.”

The two boys followed him to a table with a short, slim man sitting closest to the wall. He had a bald head and a mustache whisking around his mouth like a dragon. Y/n could see how Iroh was friends with him; he had the same wise look that the Uncle carried with him no matter the situation. She almost envied the amount of knowledge the two looked like they treasured.

The werewolf looked down at the table to see an almost checkered pattern splayed out on the round edges. Every point and line met up directly in the middle. The board was beautiful. Iroh walked up to the table and stood in front of the chair opposite of the man.

“May I have this game?” He asked.

The bald man stuck out one arm and gestured at the board. “The guest has the first move.”

Iroh sat in the wooden chair and fumbled around with the tokens on his right. Zuko moved the side of the table silently and pulled Y/n to stand next to him. She wanted to look at him questioningly, but her eyes remained on the game before them as Iroh picked out his first piece and placed it in the center.

“I see you favor the white lotus gambit,” the friend stated. “Not many still cling to the ancient ways.”

The man held out both his hands with the palms facing upward. His head bowed as Iroh mimicked the gesture.

“Those who do can always find a friend.”

They maintained eye contact before the bald man spoke one final time.

“Then let us play.”

The two old men took turns placing the tiles around the board for a long time. Despite watching them play the game, Y/n still didn’t understand the rules.

“Zuko... how do you win?” She ripped her eyes away from the memorizing pattern that the men had fallen into. The girl noticed that Zuko’s hand was still wrapped around her arm from when he had pulled her before.

The teen looked at the girl and blinked a couple times, seemingly dazed from the game as well. He gently removed his grip on her bicep.

“I don’t really know,” he began. “Uncle always invited me to play, but I never wanted to.”

Their focus returned to the game as they heard the clicking of tokens stop. On the board, a beautiful picture was created; the outline of a flower.

Maybe you have to make a picture to finish? That’s a silly game...

“Welcome, brother,” the old friend spoke. “The White Lotus opens wide to those who know her secrets.”

There was a slight pause as Zuko looked between the two players. “What are you old gasbags talking about?”

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise of his words. She quickly stuck out an elbow and jabbed him in the stomach; the boy groaning out in pain with an arm clutching his gut. This boy definitely needed to be humbled.

“I always tried to tell you that Pai Sho is more than just a game,” Iroh smiled.

Suddenly, yelling could be heard over the chatter of the tavern. Y/n looked over and noticed that two tall men were arguing. After their brief conversation, the men strode over to their gaming table. One was old and stoic; he walked with a cane, but something about his composure told the wolf that he didn’t really need it. The other man had long, dark hair and a strong build. He had his fists clenched and a snarl etched onto his lips as he glared at Y/n, Zuko, and Iroh.

“It’s over!” The long-haired one yelled. “You three fugitives are coming with me!”

Hold on, three?!

Before the wolf could even think another thought, the old ‘friend’ of Iroh jumped in front of the hunters and pointed at them threateningly.

“I knew it! You three are wanted criminals with a giant bounty on your heads!”

Zuko quickly returned his hand to Y/n’s arm and pulled her behind him, blocking the girl from the bounty hunter’s view. The girl probably would see this as sweet later on, but right now, she wanted to be ready to wolf out and Zuko’s protectiveness was stopping her. The boy looked over at his uncle in a panic.

“I thought you said he would help!” Zuko glared.

Iroh placed a hand on both teens shoulder to calm and reassure them. “He is. Just watch.”

How could this help the trio right now? If any of the men took even a step toward them, Y/n was ready to protect them by any means necessary. Of course, the thought of needing to keep her wolf concealed crossed her mind, but this was an emergency, right? Maybe her subconscious could excuse her this one time.

Then, the friend turned toward the two bounty hunters and held his head high.

“You think you’re going to capture them and collect all that gold?” He exclaimed loudly.

The intensity of his voice drew the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Men began to rise from their seat and pulling out swords, knives, almost anything that could be used as a weapon. There were about twenty or more men and they all whispered the same phrase: “Gold?”

The two hunters that approached the trio originally grinned and stepped forward, not aware of the crowd that was escalating quickly. Before they could get any closer however, two random men jumped between them, ready to attack. The long-haired man quickly took care of them, but soon even more men charged at him from every direction.

Y/n almost wanted to stay and watch the tavern fight, but Zuko pulled at her arm to tug her toward the exit. They were following Iroh and his friend closely, but suddenly the girl heaved herself out of the boy’s grip. Y/n quickly grabbed a random bottle off a table and chucked it toward a fugitive that was about to join the big fight. The bottle smashed against the back of his head and the poor man dropped to the ground, completely knocked out. The girl grinned and turned back to Zuko.

The teen was so shocked at her actions that he was frozen in his place. Iroh had already escaped the tavern, most likely assuming that the children were following him. Y/n grabbed Zuko’s wrist, just as he had done before, and dragged him out of building.

“C’mon Zuko, we gotta go!” She said while running in a full sprint.

The boy shook himself out of his head and sped up to reach her speed.

“You are so weird, Y/n.”

The smile on her face spread to Zuko’s and he couldn’t stop looking at her. Fortunately for him, Y/n was too busy looking for the uncle to notice his stare.

She noticed that the sun was gone already; the night sky darkening all of the Oasis with nothing but the moon to shine its dim light. Soon though, she spotted the familiar figure of Iroh standing beside a far building, looking for the kids. They ran up to him and his friend.

“Sorry, we got caught up with something,” Y/n explained as her and Zuko caught their breaths.

“Yes, I can see that.” The Uncle smiled and raised his eyebrows toward something between the two teens.

They both followed his gaze until it landed on their connected hand and wrist. Y/n quickly let go of the boy’s arm before hugging herself tightly. A light blush dusted both of their cheeks and they hoped that the other couldn’t see it in the darkness.

“What’s happening now?” Zuko asked to get past the cloud of tension.

“We’re going to follow Fung and see if he can do more to help us.”

The bald man from the Pai Sho table came out from behind Iroh and led the way through the small sand town. Zuko almost protested, but the looks from Y/n and his uncle made him shut his mouth begrudgingly. They weaved through the shadows of the buildings and hid from the eyes of random travelers. It was very exciting for Y/n; she would’ve taken the lead if she knew exactly where they were headed. They were doing what she always had done in her pack; hiding in darkness of the earth waiting to strike. Well, not that last part, but the rest of it was enough for her to wish she was in her wolf skin.

Soon enough, they ended their journey at the edge of town. When they entered the building, the aroma of fresh plants filled Y/n’s nostrils and she was greeted with the sight of potted greenery lining the walls and tables. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dry sand that had filled her vision for the last day.

Fung, as Iroh had called him before, shut the door behind the trio before turning to look at them.

“It is an honor to welcome such a high-ranking member of the Order of the White Lotus. Being a Grand Master, you must know so many secrets.” The man spoke with a slight bow.

He continued down the hall of plants to a door on the opposite side of the room. They all, of course, followed.

Zuko, being the boy that he is, crossed his arms with annoyance. “Now that you played Pai Sho, are you going to do some flower arranging, or is someone in this club going to offer some real help‌?”

At this point, there was nothing Y/n could do to stop the stupidity that spewed from the boy’s mouth. Instead, she placed her palm on her forehead and waited for the two adult men to talk.

“You must forgive my nephew. He is not an initiate and has little appreciation for the cryptic arts,” Iroh said with a sigh. “The girl, on the other hand, might become a very promising member in the future.”

The uncle winked at Y/n before turning his attention to the door they stood in front of. She tried not to think of his comment too much, but it still reeled in her mind. The future? Does he really want her to stay with them for that long?

Fung knocked on the door twice and a little slot near the top opened. A man’s eyes peeked through.

“Who knocks at the guarded gate?” The man behind the door asked.

Iroh took a step toward the voice. “One who has eaten the fruit and tasted it’s mysteries.”

Iroh smiles as the door opens to let him and the Pai Sho man through. Zuko and Y/n attempt to follow the two men in, but the door is slammed in their faces before their feet could even be near the doorway. The teen beside Y/n pouts excessively before the little slot opens once again; his Uncle’s eyes replacing the ones that were there previously.

“I'm afraid it's members only. Wait out here.” Iroh explained as he shut the small window with a snap.

Y/n could feel the annoyance radiating off her travel buddy as he stomped over to a table near the doorway and crossed his arms; the pout still ever so present on his mouth.

The girl went to stand next to him and waited silently for him to say something. When nothing was heard, she sighed and took a seat, patting the empty space next to her. Reluctantly, the boy followed her lead.

“This is so stupid!” Zuko exclaimed, saying the exact thing that Y/n expected him to say. “We should be allowed inside; it can’t possibly be that private or even helpful! It’s a waste of time coming here.”

Y/n just nodded her head along to his words, not wanting to fuel his fire. She figured that he would be angry if they stayed on the topic, so she tried to change it. The girl looked at the scars on her thigh and traced the bumps.

“Do you have extra bandages? I feel like people are constantly staring at my bite,” She said.

Zuko looked at her slow moving fingers before nodding his head.

“We left everything with the ostrich-horses, but I think I might be carrying the wraps.” He reached into his pocket and rustled around a bit before pulling out the white cloth. “I forgot to put it away after that night before the Rough Rhinos.”

Zuko held out his hand toward her leg as an offer to wrap it for her. She gently moved herself until she was closer to the boy; her leg touching his knee so he could easily reach her.

As he began to wrap her thigh, the girl continued the conversation. “Those huge animals... Rough Rhinos, you called them? Are they from that place you talked about before? A... Fire Place?”

The corner of Zuko’s mouth twitch. “The Fire Nation.” He corrected. “And yeah, they are. We brought them here on the ships since they were so easy to ride.”

That’s why I hadn’t seen them before!

“Did they not teach you about the four nations?” Zuko asked before she could say something again.

“No. They didn’t.” Y/n shook her head.

“Well, the whole world is split up into four nations; fire, water, earth, and air. They represent each element and in each one, there’s a certain amount of people who can bend it; sorta like how my uncle and I can bend fire. There’s supposed to be a balance, though, so not everyone can do it,” He stated with a shrug. “Well, that’s what my uncle says, at least.”

This was a lot to take in. There was so much that her pack never talked about, never once mentioned, and here was Zuko, explaining it so nonchalantly. Of course she knew that the humans lived differently than the werewolves, but this drastically? So much so that they can control the elements?

“Wait, so if everyone is part of a nation, does that mean I am too? Do you think I can bend?” The girl asked. She hoped that he would say yes; the thought of being able to control water or shoot fire out of her hands like Zuko excited her.

Unfortunately, the teen paused to look at her sheepishly. “I honestly don’t think you can. I think you show signs of it as a kid, but you can always ask Uncle. I’d probably guess that you were part of the Earth Kingdom, considering where we first met.”

Y/n pouted slightly; what did she expect? It probably does’t apply to animals like her. But still, the title of the Earth Kingdom raised her spirits slightly. Maybe she could find a place in the world outside of her pack.

“Do you mind if I ask you something personal?” She asked.

Zuko, after returning to the wraps, froze in his seated position. He looked so worried; she almost wanted to take back her question all together. There was no way that he’d let her budge into his personal life.

Surprisingly, though, the boy slowly nodded his head.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Y/n paused to put her question together. She didn’t want to be too harsh, but if she was too nice then he might avoid it completely. She had to word this perfectly.

“So before, you mentioned that you were a Prince from the Fire Nation.” She began, “But if you’re royalty, then why are you out here?”

Silence.

The girl assumed that she had stepped way to far and truly believed it; who was she to question him about his past? After he had taken her in so generously?

“Here, I’m finished.”

Zuko tucked in the final strap of her bandage and let go of her leg. She moved it away from his knee, but didn’t scoot away. She was about to apologize, but he spoke up once more.

“I was banished, just like you were.” The hands were clenched into tight fists and he looked down into his lap. “The scar on my eye... my dad gave it to me because I disrespected him by speaking out of line. And he gave me a task to do that would let me go back, but I’m not sure if I can do it... I don’t think I’m strong enough.”

Y/n was trying to meet the boy’s eyes, but he wouldn’t look at her. It wasn’t until she saw a single drop of water drip down to his lap that she reached out to pull his face in her direction.

The face she saw was not the same hardheaded boy she had been traveling with for the last couple of days. This one was soft and vulnerable; just a teenage boy who has dealt with too much too early in his life. The whites of his eyes were red, but the other amber shade still peeked out of the light color. How had she never noticed how pretty his eyes were?

“I don’t think you’re weak, Zuko.” She stated firmly. “You’re one of the strongest people that I know; and there were some fantastic warriors in my pack. I know that we barely know each other, but from what I’ve seen, there’s not much you can’t do. If you really want to go back, then I know you can do whatever your dad wanted you to.”

Y/n really hoped that she was telling him the right thing. If she had been given the opportunity that he was given, she would’ve tried her hardest to complete the task. Her pack was her home and she missed her family; even the ones that betrayed her. She wasn’t given the chance to talk to them before they kicked her out and she knew that she never would be able to again. Perhaps all she sought was closure, but this world that she was forced to explore was terrifying. She could only assume that Zuko felt the same.

The girl hadn’t realized it, but the entire time the two teens were staring at each other directly in the eyes while silence enveloped them. Her hand still cupped the boy’s cheek and he had yet to shy away from her.

Were we always sitting this close?

She could feel Zuko lean closer to her; just the slightest movement, but it felt like he had come so much closer. Y/n’s mind was racing. Should I lean t-

The moment was ruined as the door they were sitting near creaked open. The teens jumped apart, the girl’s hand dropping down to her lap and blush blazing on both their cheeks. She almost wanted to scoot away from Zuko, but decided that it would give him the wrong impression.

What, are you saying that you want to kiss him now?

She wasn’t entirely sure of what she felt yet. Y/n hadn’t really thought about him in this way before, so it was kind of alarming for her. With one glance to the boy next to her, it seemed like he was in the same predicament as her.

She looked up at the door that broke their “moment” and saw a youngish man closing it gently. He had come from inside the room that Iroh entered before, so Y/n assumed that he was part of the Club. The man completely ignored the two and their tension and left the flower shop quickly. Maybe he hadn’t seen what was happening?

For the rest of the night, the two had sat in silence as they sat in the most awkward bubble. Zuko had muttered a thanks for her honest words of comfort from before and turned away, claiming that he was tried and needed to sleep. She knew that he was lying, as he constantly twisted to find a comfortable position before forcing his eyes closed while facing forward. Y/n stayed up for a couple more hours, thinking about the days events and waiting for Iroh to return to them.

The wait, however, consumed her too as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep with her chin resting on her chest.

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Yeeshhhh... also im sleepy, so i didn’t reread it :( sorry

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His Prophet

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Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: God AU, romance, fantasy, protective Taehyung, arranged marriage vibes (kinda), kingdoms and castles, and medieval aspects dotted around, royal au sorta

Words: 9.8k

Warning(s):(Y/n is pushed around in one scene, is that a warning?)

a/n: go ahead and blame the GDA for this (and I was listening to creepypastas during work and one particular story’s ending twist inspired me in a non-spooky way). Also, I’d like to say it took 20 minutes for me to find a photo that wasn’t rejected by my computer to make this godforsaken banner.

summary: The royal Sun God of Navern is a complete recluse; the polar opposite of what one would immediately assume of the God of the Sun should be. Being the only God in his kingdom, he stayed within his castle walls- or at least it is assumed. Staff and servants of the palace only see him occasionally in the halls or peering out into the gardens. It was the dreams of one certain townswoman who worked in a small library that he happens to run into one night that changes everything.

The Kingdom as Navern was a prosperous kingdom, even if smaller in comparison to other neighboring kingdoms. Of it’s few larger cities and small towns, the capital city and home of the Navern Palace was named Vicious. The city was home to all sorts- merchants, blacksmiths, traveling priests and devoted followers of the kingdoms single God; any occupation or profession one would think of, it would probably be found in Vicious.

However, what one thing masses defined as unordinary was a woman who could read and write and who was just as intelligent as a man living in a run-down, two-story library.

The bottom floor of the brick build and metal-framed building was filled with bookshelves upon bookshelves of books of all kinds. Fantasy and children books, adult novels of fiction and non, and documentation of the kingdom’s history. Encyclopedias and thick bricks books of words and information that- if it had the right reader- could suck them in with knowledge.

The top story was closed off from the public. Small living space was where the family of the library lived when the store was closed. A small living room with only two rooms and the kitchen was right off the far wall of the living room, not even a wall to separate the two. It was small, but cozy for the small family of three.

In the past, this small library with two small step stools for high shelves and one small ladder used to belong to an old man and his wife. They had a small child, a little girl when the couple was early into their middle-aged years. As that little girl grew up, her father taught her to read and write and would often raise her as if she were a son. She still wore the suffocating dresses and low heeled shoes of a child as a requirement of her mother. Her father had her help him with broken shelves and squeaky doors, learning a good chunk of labor in her early years.

On the other hand, her mother still pampered her and grew her into a proper young lady. Manners and ideals of a woman and one-day future housewife. Cooking, cleaning, chores, shopping, sewing and all the factors that lead to proper womanhood. Oddly enough, that little girl didn’t mind all the things she was taught.

All her talents in both ladylike behavior and otherwise was an opportunity to learn. And if the girl had anything it was craving for knowledge. She greatly enjoyed reading on the downtime she had and would often recommend books to the boys in her grade school- something she would regret as it lead to years of ridicule. She was simply too smart for a girl.

At the age of 13, this little girl lost her mother to sickness. Catching a cold was all it was, but she just got worse and worse and her father couldn’t keep up with doctor bills. Eventually, the sickness claimed the girl’s mother and it was just her father and her in the apartment and the library. 5 years later, when the girl is 18, she loses her father next.

He had been called to help damper out a raging fire in the Nothern part of the city. Some criminals had started a fire in the small prison to try and mask his escape.

The older man never came back to the library, only a messager did to tell the girl that her father had been killed pursuing the escapee. Leaving the 18-year-old young lady, leaving you, to inherit the library fully.

Things from then got painfully stressful for the better part of half a year. Managing the library and your personal life. Trying to get accustomed to running everything by yourself and not letting the snarky remarks of young men behind your back as you hammered loose bricks back into the outside bricks. Working day in and day out and also having to run errands for families in need for extra money kept you busy and balancing your schedule wore you out.

There were many times you thought about giving up the library, no matter how much you loved it. You came close so many times to that decision, but the memories of you and your family always made you rethink and keep the building in your possession. Many men had come along and tried to buy it from you to wreck it down and rebuild something else where it stood- you always declined.

Years went by and as time passed, things slid into a certain pace of ease and you were finally able to live comfortably. You were 24 years old now. Still managing your library and keeping your home in shape, you also stood as an independent woman. No man or person of romantic interest simply because you had no interest or time for a partner at the moment. Besides, the men in the city, or at least your part of it, had no interest in a woman who threatened to be smarter than him. Bruised egos are a lethal attack to men it seemed.

However, there were a handful of women who respected you a great deal with your knowledge and ability to disregard the judgemental stares and comments from others. It wasn’t just men who sneered, but the women who were a bit too rich in both money and unrealism gave you stink eyes. Sometimes the rich women were even more threatened than the men were even when they couldn’t count anything other than bills.

You were busy restacking the shelves with books that had been returned that morning from mostly children and a few older generations. Your dress wrapped around your torso as you wore your corset, looser than a lady should, and the skirt hitting your ankles. You dusted your hands off with each finished task on the white apron tied around your waist. Small, brown, worn-out flats covering your feet. Working all day with heels just would not suffice. Your hair wrapped around your head in tied upbraids. Uncomfortable, but out of the way.

You were more tired than the day before from the dream you had last night. The dream wasn’t frightful per se, but something about it made you jolt awake. Each time you went back to sleep, the same dream came back and the same dream woke you up. It was hours before dawn when you decided to forget any further sleep and just get up. An early start to the day wouldn’t be so bad. It gave you time to take books off shelves and clean them only to restock them- a task tedious but long overdue.

The dream was one set in your city, the city of Vicious. In fact, in each dream you were outside, just walking around running some sort of errand for the local older woman or fetching medicine for the bedridden old gentleman for a small bit of money. And in each new errand and each new dream, you kept seeing the same people and the same faces you had grown up knowing. However, it’s one person’s stature that always caught you off guard.

The wore a brown, long robe with the hood always flipped up. Masking their face and hiding their body, just walking down the path like every other citizen of Vicious. You would always unconsciously think of them as a traveling beggar from some other town in Navern. It was when the hooded figure moved to seemingly lift their head to look towards you when you always jolted awake. Perhaps it was your brain trying to tell you that you woke up because whatever person that hooded figure was, wasn’t someone you had seen before. Without a proper face to register, you just woke up to avoid it altogether.

You never got a fearful or unsettling feeling in your dreams or afterward, so you didn’t think too much of it. However, it wasn’t just that night you had that dream. It was present the night after and further on. Night after night it was all sorts of different dreams with different errands and different people, but that one cloaked beggar always was present. Still not giving you a feeling of discomfort, but the reoccurrence of this dream made you halfway convince yourself to spend some saved up money on a doctor’s trip.

It’s that night when you contemplate medical aid that you had a dream set in a doctor’s den. Sat in his dinky little office, but instead of a face, the doctor had a long mask on. In fact, the whole doctor wasn’t even human, but a giant, humanoid raven with black feathers and dressed in a tailcoat of the most wealthy bank owner. Waking from that dream with a shiver and a line of sweat down your spine, you might actually consider that one a nightmare.

You decided at nearly midnight to go out and clear your head with a walk. It was a late and dangerous time for a woman to be out, but the idea of sleep made you shiver. Maybe some time to clear your head in the quiet nighttime would help ease you.

Changing from one of your father’s old shirts that you wore to bed every night into your least flattering skirt and small poet’s blouse, you threw a shawl over your shoulders. Not even bothering to tie your hair back. It wouldn’t be a long stroll, just one to breathe in the clean air and take in the silence. When you looked out your window, you smiled as you saw the moon shining brightly overhead- even though it was only halfway through the new moon cycle. It would light your path along with the small patterns set outside homes for those who had late-night workers as part of their family.

Inside Navern Palace dwelled the Sun God of Navern, Luos. Luos was a God who was revered and respected, even as a shut-in God. He ruled and took care of his kingdom from the comfort of his palace walls. Any word he needed to hear of, he’d turn to his Water Mirror, a vase with a wide mouth and filled with water. A few taps of Luos’s fingertips against the water, causing ripples and he could see to the furthest reach of his precious kingdom.

He did love him home. Navern was were he grew up as a human with a different, human name when the kingdom was first birthed. His devoting to his home was what caught another God’s eye- the supreme God of all that was known. When he died as a young man due to his efforts in fighting in a long war, the Ruler God revived him as something far greater than human and giving him the new name of Luos and the insignia of a butterfly. Thought, he never forgot his original name- and he refused to abandon it altogether. It would be like throwing the long memories of his deceased parents away and he absolutely would not do that. His original name stayed solely with him as he lived as Luos.

Luos was not always a shut-in, in fact, he used to be rather outgoing and always spoke and hopped around from town to town among his kingdom. But, many years ago, something changed and all of a sudden he closed his doors for good. He wouldn’t set foot outside palace walls and on some days his palace servants couldn’t even get him to go out into the gardens full of sunflowers he so much loved.

He’d been this way for nearly 20 years now. Only the oldest in Vicious have a vague memory of their royal God walking the streets.

It was never announced as to why Luos locked himself away into his own prison. There had been no wars, no famine. Crime had been on the lower side of the scale and he had no negative reputation with his people that was noted. However, he still made the ironclad decision and his people could do nothing to change his mind.

However, it was nearly two weeks ago that he started to question his seclusion. He had grown quite accustomed to his reclusive past couple of decades, but for the past couple weeks, he’s had this feeling gnawing at the back of his mind. He’d stand at one of his many grand windows just staring over the castle’s main gates to the rooftops of town across the thin, brick bridge that connected the castle to town over the clear watered mote surrounding his palace.

It had been a long time since he had the urge to go out and see his capital again, however recently it had been the hardest urge to suppress in his day to day, reclusive life. The Sun God himself had changed vastly from when he had first started his Godly duties. The thin, childlike innocent he used to hold in his face had matured out into a sculpted jaw and eyes that had seen many things and consumed more knowledge than humans could take in.

“Perhaps I should select a prophet,” was his constant reoccurring thought recently. The thought poured into his head one night when sleep had been actively avoiding him. He had heard in an old wise tale that when one cannot sleep, it is because someone else is dreaming of them. He questioned the truth behind that because he had not set foot outside in so long, no one had the reason to dream of him at all. He was even more confused as to why he suddenly had the compelling idea to suddenly rope in someone to be a chosen prophet.

Even when he thought about the suggestion, he could never think of a face or name that would fit the title. He felt a nagging in his chest and with each possible candidate he could choose to help spread his word and ideals, the nagging would worsen. It was as if his subconsciousness was rejecting each person he knew within the castle- almost pressuring him to go outside the palace. Perhaps he truly should. Perhaps he should go and venture out into his capital and try to see if a single one person could cure this nagging that had begun to irritate him.

So, late at night when the castle was quiet, he dressed in slacks, shirt, and cloak before he left. Walking out of his room and throw the abandoned halls to the back gates of the palace, rounding around the entire castle to avoid as many guards as possible. If he were seen leaving, the guards would most definitely make a fuss about it and the gossip would spread from Navern’s farthest board lined town before dawn. As far as anyone else was concerned, he still hadn’t stepped foot outside the palace perimeter.

The moment his feet hit the loose dirt from across the mote’s bridge, he took a sharp breath. It was like his soul had missed this feeling of his cities roads. He felt at home already, even after all this time. He flipped up his hood, hiding his pitch-black hair and smiled as he stepped onward once more, a joyous hop in his step. The moon named Selene, guiding his way forward. He looked up at her bright surface and smiled a silent thanks for invisible guidance. The moon was always motherly towards him.

Selene says she doesn’t play favorites, but Luos was definitely a favorite- even if she denies it.

Your stroll outside was a quick as you wished it to be. You walked to the wishing well of stone of ice-cold water in the center of Vicious as you sat on the thick stone of it. The sounds of the water calmed you and the area chilled your skin even beneath your shawl enough to raise your skin in gooseflesh. The wind blew slightly in small wisps, making you unattractively breathe in strands of your hair.

Fed up with it, you took the loose tied around your wrist you carried with you everywhere and began to sloppily tie your hair back at the low of your neck. Not very tight, but enough to keep it from entering your mouth and causing you to gag or choke again.

It was very bright out for it being the middle of the night. Part of you regretting now bring a book out with you. You could easily read a chapter or two with the moon’s brightness this night. You half contemplated going back home only to come back to the fountain and do just that when a small gasp sounded behind you.

Jumping to your feet and whipping around, you were met with a cloaked figure with their hood flipped up. You gasped lightly yourself. It was just like your dreams and now you half expected yourself to bolt awake at home in bed. You clenched your eyes shut, expected your mattress to be pushed against your back any moment, but nothing happened. You still breathed the fresh air, still heard the fountain’s water, and still felt the chilly air of the nighttime.

You squinted your eyes open just a sliver, still seeing that cloaked figure across the fountain. You squeezed your eyes closed against and reached under your shawl to your shoulder and pinched your skin. The top trick in the books, if you want to wake up from a dream, pinch yourself.

“Why are you hurting yourself?” You gasped as your eyes shot open. You had been so preoccupied with yourself that you didn’t even hear this cloaked stranger walk over to stand in front of you. Their deep voice had a silky tone to it and it was most definitely a male’s voice. He stood so close to you, nearly toe to toe and yet you still could not see him under his hood. Just like the dreams, his cloaked figure had no fae you could see. However, you’d never heard them speak before, so perhaps this was some sort of lucid dream? “Miss?” He spoke again.

“I, um, I’m trying to wake up,” you dumbly replied. A reply which made his shoulders shift- the only physical thing you could see as a response to your words. You then heard a small, low chuckle from beneath his hood.

“Are you trying to say that you’re sleepwalking?”

“Perhaps, I’ve been known to do remarkable things before,” you unconsciously spoke back in a teasing manner. You then remembered that to most, and almost all, you weren’t supposed to speak to men so highly. You were a woman of independence and held your head high despite your differences of other women, but the lessons of manners from your mother flooded back into your head. You quickly took a step backward, leaning back and away from the stranger and covered your mouth with your fingertips. “I apologize for my tone!”

The stranger quickly lifted his hand to his chest, palm towards you. His cloak opened to show what seemed like black pants and a white shirt beneath it. Boots tucked into his trousers. You partial hoped he wouldn’t raise his hand higher and demand more respect like many, entitled men would without hesitation.

“There is no need to apologize!” He quickly dismissed. He lowered his hand back down, his cloak closing back again at his front. His pushed forward chest straightened back down as he saw you relaxed slowly but surely. “Why are you running about the city so late at night, Miss?”

You bit back the urge to ask him the same thing in return but knew better than to avoid your basic ladylike manners again. You cleared your voice, straightening back up.

“I’ve had trouble sleeping for a while now. I thought that perhaps the night air would help clear my mind.” You didn’t hear the small gasp he took in.

“Trouble… sleeping?” You nodded towards him, brow raised at his curious tone. He cleared his throat. “When did your trouble begin? Perhaps if you talk about it, it would help.” You contemplated his offer. A listening ear of a stranger who offered willingly was far easier and cheaper than visiting a local doctor. You just looked up at him, head tuning in curiosity.

“Are you truly willing to listen to my late-night woes? Me, a stranger.”

The strange man turned around, backing up to the edge of the fountain and took a seat. He just looked up at you with his hidden face and offered you to take a seat beside him. You relented and even though you didn’t know who this man was and you didn’t recognize the voice as anyone you may have met before, you felt oddly calm. You sat next to him before speaking.

“I suppose it started at the beginning of the month’s moon cycle. When the moon was dark and unseen, that’s when it all began. So, a couple of weeks ago.” You fiddled with your fingers, looking at your lap instead of up at his hidden features. You missed the man’s chin drop as he suppressed the urge to push his palm against his mouth in shock. He just remained still and rotated his hand to silently tell you to continue, not trusting his voice. You sighed. “I normally sit and read before trying to sleep again, but the dreams just keep reappearing over and over again.”

“You can read?” He asked inquisitively. It wasn’t said in a disgusted tone, not even condescending. He was genuinely curious.

“I… can. My father taught me when I was young and it would be odd if a librarian lacked the skill to read her own books.” He could tell by the way he put his hands together in his lap and pushed his legs up to his toes and back down that he wanted to know more. “My father’s library in town was passed to me when he passed. My mother had already died so I had to learn to manage it on my own, but that was nearly 5 years ago now. I’ve put it behind me and it isn’t so bad as it seemed at the time.”

“I apologize for your losses,” the strange offered his condolences. “However, I’ve not known many women to read and write efficiently. Are you ridiculed for it?” He asked lightly as if trying to avoid any conversational landmines. He smiled lightly with a small huff and looked down at your hands.

“I am, very often honestly. Truth be told, I seem to provoke men and the wealthy women of the city because of my skills. I’ve tried teaching children, but their parents berate me. I’ve become deaf to their insults now, however.”

“You’re a respectable woman,” the strange told you. The compliment seemed so truthful it sent you into a small recoil. He chuckled as your reaction. “A strong, intelligent woman shouldn’t be deemed unordinary, but revered as a genius. You all weren’t’ just made for family expansion and chores. Or so, I believe.”

You burst out into a fit of laughter. You pushed your hand over your mouth, knowing it was late and if you were to wake anyone, they’d stalk into the city center with a stick or ladle, shooing the noisemaker away. You missed the small smile the stranger hid under his hood.

“I apologize,” you forced between stifled laughs. He shook his head.

“No need, I think your laugh is beautiful.”

You calmed down as you took a breath to regained your breathing. “I’m not sure where you come from, stranger, but you are vastly different from any other man I’ve met.” He was silent for a moment.

“Believe it or not, I’ve lived in Navern for many years. I’m a bit of a recluse and don’t get out much. I work from home, in a sense.”

“Is that right?” You asked, a teasing hint of skepticism.

“I swear to Luos himself,” He said, cringing at his words. You nodded. You both continued to sit and talk for a while longer before the moon had moved drastically in the sky. The stranger was soon standing, taking your hand gently to help you to your feet. His fingers seemed to linger on your skin as he let your hand go. “It’s getting far too late for a lady to be out. I’ll walk you home,” he offered with no room for rejection.

When you both stood outside your home, the stranger looked through the dark windows. The outlines of filled shelves sketching over his vision. Looking up, he saw a window, probably to your room away from your shop. You removed the thick, cooper key from around your neck that was on a rope of leather before slotting it into the door. Turning it to click it open. You turned back to the stranger.

“Thank you for your company tonight. I really did appreciate being able to speak and be myself without being sneered.” Your voice was soft and filled with genuine happiness.

“I can guarantee that your company and conversation pleased me far more than you. It has been far too long since I spoke to someone.” His voice was soft and calm, you could hear the smile on his face. “Next time, let’s talk inside and in the daylight instead of sitting outside in the cold.”

“You would come to visit me, wouldn’t you?” You teased lightly. You were shocked when he nodded immediately. “Well, if that’s the case, could I see your face?” You gently asked, not wanting to pressure him. He was still a stranger, but you felt so calm and easy about him. You just wanted to see him just once- but perhaps he would decline your request. He had his hood up this whole time without movement to lower it.

“I don’t usually show my face outside of my home,” he started and your face started to fall, “however, I think I can make this exception.” Your fae jumped back up as you bit back a smile of victory. He lifted his hands to open his cloak and grip the sides of his hood. Pushing the fabric back, your smile fell into the face of awe.

He was gorgeous. Long, black hair that brushed passed his eyes. His eyes dark but light reflected off them in specs of the most wondrous color. His hair was curled with waves and framed his face well. His jaw is wide and sharp. His voice seemed to fit his face a far better than you couldn’t have ever imagined. He chuckled at your reaction to his face. He put his hands on either side of his neck before dropping them.

“For the first time tonight, it seems you do not have any words left,” he jested.

You just licked your dry lips and hid your face, trying not to let your cheek heat too much. “May I ask one more request?”

“I suppose,” he drawled. You picked at your fingers, nails tapping together.

“May I ask your name if I offer mine back?” You gingerly looked up at him, eyes looking up first before your head lifted in follow. You could see a small jolt of hesitation at your question. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’d recognize you anywhere even without your name.” He took that as a compliment of compelling looks.

He faltered in his step as he moved to take your hand, raising it to push the back of your knuckles to his lips. His eyes closed gently as he kissed your hand, your mouth opening and your cheek flaring in the cold night breeze. He opened his eyes as you noticed that one eye had a monolid while the other was double eye lidded. He smiled widely, the purest and cutest smile you’d ever seen.

“Call me Taehyung,” he cheered lightly. He dropped your hand, as you offered your name back with a small flustered stutter. Y/n was a wonderful name and fit you perfectly. He watched you go inside and even saw your shadow trot up the back staircase to your apartment. He looked at the top window and saw a dim light of a lantern you had just lit before he smiled.

He did feel a bit guilty for not telling you the name he went by now was Luos, but Taehyung was the only name he felt he should give you. His original name was much less intimidating than the Sun God Recluse, Luos. He flipped his hood back up and made quick work of his way back to the castle. Already impatient to see you again and without him really noticing, the nagging in his chest had subsided.

It was two weeks ago when your dream started to subside. That night you spent talking with Taehyung for so long seemed to take your dreams away. You were shocked when he showed up at dusk, knowing at your library door the very next night. He claimed he couldn’t wait to see you again, so here he was. You immediately let him inside without a hassle.

You’ve been talking with Taehyung for two weeks and you greatly enjoyed everything about him. His attitude was uplifting and even when he spoke about topics that angered him, his anger was justice and the points to support his rage were solid. He was knowledgable and well versed in many things. The conversation never died with him.

You were comfortable with him, especially since he always marveled at your abilities. He watched with awe as you caught you repaired a shelf once, and nearly ate enough for four men when you cooked for him the first time. He could read well but preferred hearing you read to him, claiming to love hearing your voice.

It was no mystery how fast you were falling for Taehyung. The romance was something you didn’t think was optional for you, but Taehyung waltzed into your life at night and wasn’t a creepy serial killer. Taehyung had seriously raised your bar of men’s standards and he probably had no idea how you inside turned into mush when he showed up at your home with his giant, wide smile.

Taehyung also always only visited you when night was falling and always cloak. However, it was early in the morning once when he decided he couldn’t wait another long day to see you again. Sneaking out of the castle was harder in the morning, but possible. Still cloaked and hooded, he hid his small smile from the sun’s shadow. His smile wilted when he saw the corner of your library-home come into view.

You had just unlocked the library door and moved to put the hanging ‘open’ sign you had painted and decorated with Taehyung one night to symbolize for people to come and go as they please. He wanted to smile at the idea of you using it, but the young men around your age coming towards you made his teeth grind.

You had just hung your sign on the front window of the door on the small nail you had put on the door a few nights ago when you felt a small shove on your shoulder. Your dress today hit the ground and you nearly toppled over by stepping on the fabric. Your corset of white pushed the dress against your stomach, pushing your chest up, and your torso felt pain as you nearly bent over in the course that was tight.

You regained balance with a small huff as you adjusted your apron on your front. The two men were two fellow rude boys you had grown up with. They had yet to outgrow their childish bullying, and you doubt they were would. You figured they should just marry each other at this point. With rotten, toxic attitudes like theirs, there is no way they’d find wives.

One man, a small sprout of bone was Lix. The other was a bit broader, but no looker for sure; he was named Horan. Lix was more a verbal fighter, not having much strength when it came to fist to fist confrontation. Horan was the opposite. He was dead stupid, but his power balanced out what Lix didn’t have. It was a poetically stupid match made in some twisted heave.

Lix turned to your sign before taking it off the door and looking it over. A small frown on his face as he’s eyes squinted.

“What awful handwriting!” He crowed, even if your handwriting was a perfect script. “I knew it, women should stick to cleaning and looking after little rugrats,” he spits before he threw your sign with a flick to his right. The wooden plack spun as it descended and hit the road with a puff of dirt. You gasped lightly before you ran towards it.

Kneeling in the dirt, you picked it up, the road sticking to your fingertips and filtering under your nails in grounded, small pieces. Dirt would be pushed into your apron and you’re sure you’d have to dust it and wash it all out later. When you looked at the sign in your lap as you knelt on your knees, you recalled how happy Taehyung looked when it as down. Your eyes began to tear.

There was a small murmur of on-lookers who watched the two men push at you. You knew you had no authority to act out, even if you wanted so badly to shout at them. You’d have no ally if you did, no one stood in your corner. You were alone and the fact that everyone watching and gossiping you get pushed around didn’t move to help you, only proved your point.

You could only stamp your feet and curl your fingers around the wooden, painted ‘open’ sign as you held your tears back. Lix started marching up behind you, you could tell from the dainty footsteps he took. Horan’s was much more heavy in terms of his weight. You could feel his presence right behind you, the looming feeling of this man looking down on you. He kicked dirt at your back, debris mixing into your hair and rolling down your dresses back from the collar as you shivered at the sensation.

You felt pathetic as you just let it happen. You could feel him step closer and the shadow you saw from your side showed him reaching out towards you. You expected him to grab your hair and pull you to sit straight. You just shut your eyes in a panic to avoid anyone seeing your unshed tears.

Lix’s nasty grip never came. Instead, a near set of steps rushed from in front of you and came to halt. A shadow of someone blocking the sun from you clouded your shut eyes as you peeked them open. A pair of black boots were in front of your down casted vision. You could vague hear Lix squawking in pain before the new arriver stepped around you and shoved Lix back. You heard his ass his dirt as he whined. Horan was soon stomping to defend his attacked friend, but soon the stomping stopped.

You lifted your head, turning to your back to see who had interfered. You didn’t know of any townsfolk would who defend you. A woman who was so vastly different from others. Your mouth opened to a quivered form as your tears fell. That familiar cloak a blessing to your eyes.

“Taehyung,” you whimpered. You weren’t shocked to see him, you were just relieved to see you had someone to help you. You cried further when you realized you finally had someone in your corner. Taehyung protected you and he had flipped down his hood. His hair was even more beautiful shining off the sun. You wanted to see his eyes in this light- it was probably more breathtaking than seeing them in the candlelight of lanterns.

Horan remained still, frozen mid-charge. Taehyung glared at him and it was blood-chilling enough to freeze the unintelligent giant in his tracks and even silence the gossip of others. Some even moved to remain their work, trying to play coy as if they hadn’t witnessed the assault without assistance. Lix had picked himself off the ground, not sure where to move to, Taehyung eyes burning them into place.

“Make yourself scarce,” was all he seethed. A threat underlined in his words. Lix and Horan were quick to flee. Taehyung’s shoulders slackened as he turned to you, sitting in the dirt and holding the sign in your arms to your chest, hugging it as if it were some precious treasure. His eyebrows dipped, sad to see your tears. He moved to you, kneeling to rub his palm against your wet cheek and push his fingertips into your hair, combing out bits of dirt.

He raised his eyes over you, looking at the people still cocky enough to keep starring. He glared again. “Return to your duties and mind your business!” He yelled, everyone obeying without hesitation and soon all eyes were off you. Taehyung looked softly back at you before he gently picked you off the ground.

Walking you into your store, he took the sign and set it gently on the window sill. He locked the door once you both were inside. He rubbed your arm softly as you palmed at your eyes, trying to dry them. Taehyung moved to stand in front of you, grabbing your cheeks and bending to look into your glasses, red eyes. He rubbed your skin with his thumb, his large hand holding your head.

“Let’s not open up right now,” he whispered so softly to you. You nodded, not able to trust your voice yet. “He gently pushed his lips on your forehead, his brows crunching as he held his lips against your skin for several seconds, feeling pain in his chest from seeing your own pain. H epulled from your forehead before he grabbed your hand. “Let’s go upstairs. You have tea? I’ll make you some” You just nodded again, following him upstairs.

Taehyung spent that day with you. He cleaned your face and wiped your tears. He reassured you and made you speak your frustrations. He took care of you in a way you didn’t think a man ever would. He made you change out of your corset and set your apron in the wash bin to soak the dirt stains out. He brushed your hair out before he sloppily pinned it up. He stayed by you all day and far into the night. When you fell asleep that night, you shocked to wake up the next morning without a single dream to plague you. Even more shocking, you gasped lightly when Taehyung was sleeping in front of you, eyes shut easy and arm under his head as a pillow.

He never left your side. All that previous and all night, he was there. You cupped your mouth as a wae of resh tears spilled over the side of your face. You pushed your face into Taehyung’s neck, startling him awake as he rubbed your back.

“What’s wrong/ Tell me? Did you have a nightmare?” You just shoo your head as you hiccup. “Y/n?” You cried tears of relief and realization as you finally attempted to yourself that you were in love with Taehyung. So very much in love with him.

He left the night of day two he had been with you. He wanted to stay longer, stay forever if he could, but he knew he had to get back to the palace. One day without his appearance wasn’t odd, many assumed he was probably locke din his room. However, any longer and he feared someone would grow nosey.

He left you that night as you flushed at the kiss he pushed on your forehead. He held your hand softly before he flipped his hood up and ran off. You went back upstairs, suddenly exhausted and fell into sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to the murmur outside. You rubbed your eyes, going to your window and opening it. There were people whispering with cupped hands as they pointed to your library. You assumed they were still talking about the debacle two days prior with Lix and Horan. It wasn’t until you came downstairs when you saw two people standing with their backs to the front windows of your library.

Unlocking the door and opening it, the two people turned to you. They were both men and dressed in guard uniforms. They were from the palace and part of your blood froze. Why were castle guards standing at your storefront? You swallowed as you greeted them.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” you greeted trying to remain calm. One stood forward, holding a spear in his arms as the tip pointed high to the sky. He seemed to be the higher rank of the duo.

“Fine morning, Miss. I do not wish to alarm you, but we have immediate orders to escort you into Navern Palace.”

“What?” You choked. You took the time to look around again. You noticed that instead of all judgmental eyes, some gazes were envious or even respectable. They looked at you like you were some higher being or had some power over them. You crunched your brow.

You were ready to talk to the guards when you felt someone run into your back, knocking you forward a step. You turned around and saw Lix, Horan in front of him his arms stretched out. The bigger man had pushed the smaller and the look Lix gave you when he saw it was you he rammed into was one of almost terror. He straightened out as he stood beside Horan, both bowing deeply towards you.

“We’re sorry!” He cried as they ran off like scared children. Your brows flicked up higher. What in the world was that? Were they scared Taehyung would show up again? You momentarily forgot about the guards until one cleared their throat to gain your attention back. The one who spoke to you scolded his underling.

“Do not force her attention by force in such a rude manner!” He shouted as you quickly hushed him.

“No! It’s fine! I’m not offended or anything.” You sighed when the higher-ranked guards only bowed to you and offered his thanks, the younger mirroring his actions. “So, I’m to go to the palace?” You asked, trying to restart the original conversation. The guards stood right up again.

“Yes, Miss. Luos has asked for you.” YOu gasped lightly.

“God Luos asked to see me?!” The guards nodded. Your mouth grew dry as you swallowed to try and find saliva. You licked your dry lips. “I- okay.” You relented. If the God of your kingdom really did request you there, you had to go. You hoped he didn’t mind librarian clothes and a slightly stained apron. You had no time to change and get ready as the guards had begun to usher you off after you locked your library door.

As you walked with the two men, you watched some children smile and wave you. Some women stared in awe at you as if they knew something you didn’t. Men looked at you in caution as if they were committing a crime if you met their gaze. What possibly could’ve happened overnight to get gazes on you in a totally different light?

The moment you crossed the brick bridge across the mote and stood at the giant gates of the palace, you looked in open-mouthed awe. The castle was a gargantuan wonder up close. It took your breath away. The sides of it were as beautiful as the Sun God it housed you were sure. The idea of you probably meeting the God of the Sun, Luos made your stomach turn. He had been silent for so long, what did he suddenly pop back into the public gossip for? And to summon you of all people in Navern?

You were lead to a wide, open, beautiful throne room. The throe at the back of the room at the end of the long, golden rug and up 4 steps of marble was empty. No God was there. You stood walking closer to the throne and taking in the fabric, patterns, and creation of it. Itw as a wonderfully beautiful chair. You gasped with enough force to knock the breath out of you when the heavy, tall doors of the throne room wheezed open again and a voice echoed behind you.

“Would you like to have a seat on my throne?” The voice so scarily familiar and you hesitated to turn around. Surely your mind was playing tricks on you. There was no way. You heard the echoing steps come closer to you as your back remained towards him. Luos was behind you, that you knew for sure- he addressed this throne you stared wide-eyed at as his after all. You felt him stop behind you, his loom presence burning at your back. “Will you not turn to look at me?” His voice was lower, quieter. You gripped your have stained apron as you took one step forward, putting distance between you and he as you then slowly stepped around to face him.

Your eyes were focused at his feet. He walked barefoot. Golden anklets around his skin. His trousers were black as they were rolled at his shins. Following his pant legs up, his white shirt was long and loose on his body. Following it up higher, you saw a golden robe of printed suns adorn his shoulders and you could vaguely see bracelets of gold wrap up his forearms like guards. A thick golden collar of jews around his neck and a crown of golden spikes sat on the crown of his head. Dramatic and much like the rays of the sun.

This was Luos and as you looked into his eyes at his face, you gasped. This was Taehyung.

“I hope the sudden call to my home wasn’t too alarming, Y/n,” he told you softly. He could see the confusion in your eyes, but you weren’t screaming yet so he considered it progress. You just stood there, gaping at him in silence. He reached out and brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek, making you flinch, but not back away from him. He smiled softly. “Is who I am truly that shocking?”

You didn’t know how to politely say ‘yes it fucking is shocking’, because the man you’ve been visiting with the past two weeks was a God. You gasped, taking another step backward. He rose his brow in confusion as his hand hovered in the air now. You had let the God of Navern into your rackety all home. You gazed at him in starstruck gazes for hours before. You had told him so many personal events and facts about yourself and you began to flush.

Luos, God of Navern’s Sun had picked your pushed and bullies body off the dirt road just two days ago and had stayed at your home with you alone for over 24 hours. Your cheeks grew darker.

You had fallen in love with Luos and you didn’t even know it.

Was that wrong? You started to inwardly panic. Was it against some scared law of Gods for a human woman who was clearly outcasted from her city to fall for a God? Even if it was unknown to you in the time you were falling, would it be punishable by some degree? Was that why he called you here?! Had he seen through your obvious red faces and stuttering and brought you heard to punish you for your feelings that you should or should’ve been feeling?

Taehyung stepped forward, seeing your mind start to flip. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed his lips against your forehead. Just as he had before. He closed his eyes, hoping and praying that you wouldn’t change just because of who he was. He was guilty of hiding the ruth from you, but what choice did he have? He was a shut-in God only a couple of weeks ago, but now he was determined to change it all. And he’d need the help of a prophet for that.

“Calm down, dear,” he soothed. His warm hands pushed against your covered shoulders and you did start to calm. Trying to ignore your warming ears at the endearing name. He felt you slacken after some time and moved to look at you again, stepping just a bit away from you. “Are you alright now?” You nodded. He took his hand and pushed your hair from your face to see you clearly. He smiled at your flushed cheeks. “Red is a color that suits you,” he teased.

You were silent as you looked at your feet. Biting back a ‘shut up’ because in all honesty, how do you talk to him now? Wasn’t it rude to be so direct to a Sun God. A royal God who lived in the royal palace of his own kingdom. You had to watch what you say and say it all respectfully. Taehyugn seemed to know your thoughts as you felt his thumb rub beneath your ear, his hands dipping under your jaw to lift your head up to meet his gaze.

“Do not change yourself because you see me as Luos. My name truly is Taehyung and everything I’ve told you about myself these past weeks is all truthful. I’ve never once lied and I never once will.” He dipped his eyelids, his eyes pleading with you to believe him. “I don’t want to appear different to you now, so don’t treat me any differently.”

You raised your hand to push over his that held your jaw the other staying fisted loosely around your apron. Taehyung smiled at your palm’s warmth. He watched you take a deep breath through your nose before pushing it out of your lips. You looked up at him warily.

“I won’t get punished for being blunt to a God?” You asked carefully. You were blunt, yes; but you were always careful of your words towards him. He smiled.

“Of course not. Why would you be punished if the God you’re speaking to gave you pardon?” You finally smiled a small bit. One that made Taehyung break out into a smile so large he nearly let out a small giggle at you. The way he held your jaw and squished your cheek combined with your small smile, he almost pushed dimples into your cheeks.

You both stood in silence for a while before Taehyung dropped his hands from your jaw and moved to hold your hands in his. Threading his fingers with yours. He was affectionate before, sure. He would often plop his head into your lap as you read to him and of course he slept beside you that one night he decided not to leave your side. However, his laced fingers with your brought warmth to your chest.

“Do you remember when you talked to me about your dreams that first night we met?” You nodded. “You remember when you explained that the hooded figure would always appear and you’d wake up?” You nodded again, not sure where he was going with this. “Well, I think that actually was me.” You lightly breathed in an air of confusion. “Sometimes,” he began, “humans are born with something close to supernatural powers. Some can move objects without physical touch, some can see pasts and futures of people, others can even control the mind of others. Then, there are some like you, who are shown prophetic dreams of things to come.”

“Come to think,” you started with a raising brow, “my dreams did stop after that first night we met. I just thought it was because I finally talked about them. However, you’re saying-”

“I believe you were meant to have those dreams and you were meant to meet me that night. That night I felt like I met someone I was always destined to. Prior to that, I had this nagging in my chest,” he lifted his hand to push against his torso, “and it compelled me to go out into town. It cannot be coincidental that I met you that and the nagging abandoned me.”

Taehyung stopped his talking before he looked over your shoulder. He took your intertwined hands and moved to drag you towards his throne. Helping you to not trip up the marble steps, he soon stood with you at his throne of gold. He held your hands tightly.

“Navern is my precious kingdom I care so much for. I’ve had my time of being reclused and I need to go back into my kingdom and reclaim it with new eyes. I cannot do that on my own. I need someone to help me and to help keep me balanced and straight. They will also help keep my words strong to my people who believe in me and my Sun.” He took a deep breath before he removed on hand from yours and took to his pocket, pulling a scarlet red sash from his trousers that had a hair comb wrapped inside of it.

It was a beautiful piece. A golden frame with solid, silver teeth with gaps made to avoid severe tugging of the hair. You slowly reached out with the hand not held by Taehyung as you ran your fingers over its heavy glory.

“It’s beautiful,” you told him as he smiled.

“I know. It belonged to my mother. A long, long time ago.” You looked up at him with a bit of sadness in your eyes. You knew how he loved his parents, he had told you all about them one night and got a bit more emotional than he’d like to admit recalling so many memories. “I want you to have this now.”

“What?” You breathed.

“Y/n,” he put the comb and it’s scarlet fabric in your open palm before he brought your other hand up to sandwich the comb in your hands. His hands around your own before he lifted them to his forehead. “I want you to help me regain the social regime I have let die. I want you to wake up in this palace day by day with me. I want you to stay here and use this comb as you stay with me as my chosen Prophet.” His voice cracked like he was going to cry admitting it all. “I’ve never-,” he took a breath, “I’ve never been in love before. I died too young so long ago I never experienced it. However, I know now I’m positive that I’m falling in love with you.”

Your breath was sucked out of your lungs like a vacuum because of his words. “Do,” you started small, gaining his attention as he looked at you, lowering your hands back down, still holding them tightly. The comb’s cold material warming in your palms. “Do you really mean all of that?” You squeaked.

He nodded so quickly as he took a step closer. His nose was inches from you as he looked down at you. His feet stood between your shoes as he looked back and forth between your eyes. He truly was a beautiful man. “Yes. I swear, I-I mean everything.” He was so fearful you’d say no to him. What would he do if you left this palace and didn’t take his words with you? Would he still be able to visit you in town at the library? Would you avoid him? Shun him? He was scared of the negatives.

“What would happen to the library?” You asked softly. He knew it was important to you. Rundown and aged, yes, but it’s the place you spent your life with your family before they were gone. Taehyung wouldn’t let anything happen to that small, cramped home of yours. He loved it just as much as you. It’s where he spent so much time with you and learned so much about you. Where he ate with you and comforted you and slept beside you.

Taehyung loved that library.

“I’d keep it safe. I don’t want anything to happen to that library or your apartment you claim. It’s so precious to me now. I’d make sure no one got inside it to vandalize or. Nothing would happen to it and I’d keep it safe from ruin. If something is weak, I’d work to rebuild and fix it.”

“You’d do that for a small library when you have such a grand castle?”

“In a heartbeat. That’s the place I got to spend so many memories with you,” he softly admitted out loud. “You don’t need to agree to my request,” he told you, heartbreak in his voice. He wouldn’t force his wishes on you, no- never would he do that.

You slowly pulled your hands from his, opening your palms to see the golden comb in all it’s beauty again. You then handed it to Taehyung, having him hold it as you unraveled your messy, braided hair. Holding locks of it ver your shoulder, you looked at him and smiled.

“Can such a comb even brush such messy hair?” Taehyung’s face nearly split in two at the smile that erupted into his face. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, lifting you off your feet and toes to hold you so tightly. YOu felt his chest breathe heave, relieved sighs. He set you back down on your feet.

He moved to kiss you again, but not on the forehead. No, this time his lips fell beneath your eye. He kissed you and when he pulled his lips from your skin a small mark had begun to outline onto your skin. Shining with golden light before forming the shape of a butterfly, his insignia animal. He smiled again as he moved to sit you down into his throne.

He then moved to kneel in front of you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles much like the night he first met you when he left you for the first time. He kissed your knuckles before he smiled up at you with his innocent, childlike smile.

“We’ll have to get you accustomed to the castle, my dear,” he giggled. He began to lead you to a room of seamstress servants to exchange your ordinary librarian clothes with fine, silk robes of the Sun’s golden glow.

The only thing he kept secret from you now, was the fact that not only were you his Prophet, he also may have told the townspeople that if they mess with his fiance and future wife again, he, the God Luos would not be pleased. Of course, you didn’t have to know you were engaged quite yet.

a/n pt.2 - Tell me all what you think! I spent 5 hours writing this in one sitting and I’m pretty proud of it ngl. So lmk!!

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edasnest · 4 years

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Agony of a Witch spoilers ahead!!

Alright I’m just as fucked up as everyone else but I wanted to dig into a few details of the episode that I haven’t seen other people discuss yet.

Sort of an off-hand thing, but I wish Principal Bump had remembered what he told Eda when Luz first enrolled into Hexside: that she and Luz were safe from the Emporer’s Coven. I would’ve hoped he would take Luz aside and at least change her school uniform to be one solid color again as to not draw attention to her, but oh well.

Willow and Gus are so Ride or Die for Luz that they’re willing risk their entire lives and futures helping Luz heal the Boiling Isles Most Wanted. I sort of want to know how Eda reacted to the two showing up on her doorstep without Luz, like did she hold herself together long enough to tell the kids to go home? Or did she just grab Lilith’s staff and bolt? Did she try to come up with a plan first or was she so overwhelmed with emotion that she barreled in with a one-track mind? Lilith mentioned Eda being late which I thought was kind of odd considering the circumstances. If Eda rushed immediately towards the castle, what would cause her delay?

I know everyone’s ready to form an angry mob and go after Lilith but I’m genuinely curious about her motivations. Yeah, she was a bitch to Luz but I think that’s just due to her limited interactions with her and the fact that she’s human. Anyone that spends more than 5 minutes with Luz tends to become attached, honestly, she’s so lovable. But there seems to be a sort of stigma against humans on the Boiling Isles?

Regardless, Lilith definitely fucked up. On so many levels. Idk about you guys but political atmospheres tend to take time to shift. Belos only came to power 50 years ago. What could he have possibly done for Lilith to be so eager to join his coven when it was still fresh and new when she was a girl? It could only have been a few years old at that point, maybe somewhere between 5-15? maybe 20? What kind of total subjugation did Belos pull to where only after a few years of ruling, Lilith and Eda were all in and ready to join his coven? It’s one thing to be scared of being killed if you don’t conform to his will, it’s another to actively want to help in his reign.

She mentions her “real family”; is the emporer her father? Grandfather? Why was joining the Emporer’s Coven so vitally important to her that she willingly cursed her own sister as a teenager?? Was she being blackmailed? Threatened? She didn’t get a chance to explain before Eda acted out in anger and I really really need to hear that explanation. Because something had been promised to her in order for her to go to such drastic measures. She has a gem in her chest as well, and we know now that her appearance has drastically changed since they were girls. Was she also cursed? Was it a sick initiation ritual when she became the leader of the coven? Was she willingly cursed or was it forced upon her? 30-40 years of the knowledge that she cursed her own baby sister eating away at her, somehow thinking this was helping her all along. That this would be good for Eda. What was she promised to make all of that okay?

Alright last thing: What the Actual Fuck is Belos’ deal. What is he? Who is he to Eda and Lily? Whyyyyyyy why why why why why does he absorb the life force of palismans??????????? I’m now super duper grateful to the Bat Queen for protecting abandoned palismans if the alternative is to become some dude’s energy face mask. Speaking of which, why is that so vital to his being able to function? He seemed about ready to break before he did that but then he was super Gucci. I’m also extremely concerned about the giant heart?? In his throne room??? Is his castle alive like Hooty? Does Hooty have a secret area where his heart is? The concept of an entire building being sentient and alive seems to be unheard of on the isles, at least when Willow and Gus were introduced to the owl house, but it seems the castle might be the same. (Is the ultimate showdown Hooty versus Castle? Because that would be awesome)

Is the castle the spirit of the “Titan” Willow mentioned? Did Belos somehow conquer the titan and trap it’s sentience inside the castle? How did he know the kids were trespassing and trying to steal the relics unless the castle told him so? Gus’ illusions were pretty solid up to that point and they didn’t seem to trip any magic alarm system. They just seemed to be caught. Why wouldn’t the Emporer’s Castle have an alarm system unless there wasn’t a need for one? Hooty seems to be able to find where everyone is within his walls whenever he needs to tell them something. Is the castle the same?

Tl;dr: @ Dana I need answers, please tell me Lilith’s motivations and explain Belos’ whole thing, I’m dying and I want my wife Eda to be okay

#textside school of magic and demonics #the owl house #the owl house meta #long post #agony of a witch #agony of a witch spoilers #edalyn clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #give me back my wife

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SO AMONG THE 72 Arts of the Shaolin Temple, there is one named Tie Shan, or Iron Shirt, which everyone here is familiar with. You know the typical body hardening techniques of hard Chinese martial arts you usually see in Wu Xia? Like when this small and thin dude gets smashed by a giant of a man wielding a tree or a steel pipe and, against all expectations, it doesn’t do jack shit against the dude and instead the log explodes into splinters or the pipe gets bent? That’s Iron Shirt.

The guiding principle of it is to use “qi” (efficient breathing techniques and thoroughly trained muscle tightening) to harden the shit out of your body, usually one body part where you focus the absolutely totality of your attention and kickasstitude. It’s like when the sci fi ship its getting its teeth kick right through its asshole and the captain says “REDIRECT ALL ENERGY INTO SHIELDS!”, it’s basically that, but you train to actually be able to do that in the one-person crew stellar spaceship that is your body, and instead of a proton beam, you are blocking the punch thrown by the blistering white supernova of ire that is the kid at GameStop after you buy the last copy of 50 Cent: Blood On The Sand.

BASICALLY, it’s not so much a whole school in and of itself as much as a discipline you Responsibly Consider in the mastery of the overall fucked and wide scheme of Shaolin martial arts. But, as one of the 72 Arts, it gets its own full backstory because the ancient Chinese people never once fucked around in their entire lives throughout the Dynasties. Don’t believe me? Consider that Jing Ke was just an alcohol-loving scholar who just so happened to love dabbling in swordsmanship, and he spawned the fucking cusp of all anarchist legends, and well deservedly, too, but my point is, the moment the Chinese saw a dope ass technique, that shit NEEDED a backstory, else it would just fall short of the hype their real life entailed.

For real, I really wanna sit down one day and talk about how fucking crazy Chinese myths are simply because their daily lives were worthy of 45 minute long OVAs that leave wanting more: To be ancient Chinese is to live generations upon generations in “Current Events”, in shit that now shows up on history books as “And This Fucking Madhouse Was Going On Over Yonder, In Case You Pondered”. How the fuck do you make mythos attractive and relevant to The People if it fails to outdo Current, Real Events in the “Bruce Willis Shooting a Gatling Gun” meter? You don’t, which is why for every fucking blade of grass that swayed by the wind in old China, there was a specific reason, a legend, and a moral of the story as to why that shit happened, otherwise literally nobody would’ve fucking cared about the grass, the wind, or the swaying.

But today is not that day, today is the day I tell you about IRON SHIRT.

So anyway, the lore behind redirecting all of your energy into your balls so you could tank a kick to the huevos and possibly redirect damage to your opponent by breaking their foot with your mighty pain baby sacks finds its humble origins with our main man, Zhou Tong (who must not be confused with Zhou Tong, archery teacher of general Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty, two different people) in the very self-descriptive story known as... I’m not gonna tell you the title just yet because it kinda fucking spoils the story, which is something the old Chinese were fucking bad about, aight, but trust me, anyway, Zhou Tong! Zhou Tong was just taking a stroll down the road, going places as he usually did, when over yonder, he spotted, without any exaggeration or glamour, an absolute chunkster of a lad, an absolute unit, Agent Fat Fucck’s respected ancestor, a BIG BOY. This dude was MASSIVE and WELL BUILT. So Zhou Tong looks at this mother fucker real good, hits him with that Scan Lv.3, and comes to the very fair and safe conclusion that this man looked forward to humiliating him, if “very fair and safe” also encapsulated “paranoid fucking old man”. See, to be fair to Zhou Tong, he WAS a renowned master of martial arts, and if there’s anything you should know about martial arts, it’s that a great number of martial artists are always looking for that big break, that “get my name out there for those in the know”, and the shortest route to that is to beat up a renowned master. It’s why Bruce Lee always had challengers! It’s why this one time, this one dude threatened Bruce Lee’ family in order to get Bruce to fight him, which is about the single worst possible fucking idea you can get. Drinking molten glass with a dab of lemon is a better idea than picking a malicious fight with Bruce Lee, and yet, here we fucking are! And in case you’re curious, Bruce Lee demolished that dude, but anyways, the thing is, Zhou Tong was, like, 17% justified in thinking this way.

So what he did was what any other person would: He started redirecting all of his energy into his right shoulder. See, the way they were walking, they were going to walk by each other while crossing a bridge, so Zhou Tong was like “this mother fucker wishes to humiliate me by chucking me into the bridge in front of the hoes!”, so Tong, as a master of Iron Shirt, focuses like 1700 Magic Points into his right shoulder, which turns red, and then purple as it becomes harder than rock, harder than iron, harder than spending 5 minutes away from the boys, under his clothes. So, the fated moment comes, they brush shoulders, and the Big Boy gets fucking Destructo-Blasted. Big Boy was almost knocked out of the bridge just from brushing his shoulder. It was so painful that he was pouring saliva and the entire right side of his body was left numb until the next day. Zhou Tong fucking DUNKED on Big Boy and avoided being publicly humiliated in front of girls, the greatest accolade you could possibly append to any student of arts most martial.

Except.

It was a misunderstanding.

That Big Boy was none other than Wu Song, his future student. Wu Song didn’t even notice Tong, he was looking at his own feet and minding his footsteps because he didn’t wanna get his feet wet after last night’s rain.

So, I IMPLORE YOU, the reader, to hold my hand (platonically) and accompany me through a reconstruction of the events through Wu Song’s perspective:

There was a freak rain last night in a place known for how dry it is. You only have shit ass sandals, and there’s a trillion puddles of water between you and your destination. You, as a certified Immense Chunk Man, have large trotters and don’t wanna step in a puddle because then you get the common cold and then you fucking die because this is somewhere around the year 1121 CE and medicine amounted to “these pleasant aromas and needles either heal you or you fucking die”. You take extra care to not get the common cold by minding your steps, and suddenly, out of absolutely fucking nowhere, you get Destructo-Blasted while crossing a bridge, you get utterly ragdolled, you get Broly Punched through three fucking buildings and almost hole-in-one into the river, you are drooling, you can’t feel the right side of your body, and when you look up to brace yourself against your assailant, you see this older man just sort of chilling with a joyful stride, walking as if he didn’t just deliver your fucking groceries with that 200% Damage In Hyrule Castle Lower Half Of The Map Forward Smash. What the fuck?

And then some years pass, you get involved into some Pretty Important Shit, and you’re going to learn martial arts from a certified badass, and then he walks out of the bead curtain holding a lemonade, and guess who the fuck it is, it’s Mister Destructo-Blast himself. How fucking awkward was that encounter? No, really, what were their first words towards each other? “Oh, I remember you! You were the old dude that nearly ripped my arm off for no reason that one day it rained!” That’s a great ice breaker.

So, anyways, they go, train, become even stronger, and then do immensely hype shit in the classic story, Water Margin. Zhou Tong became the 51st of the 72 Earthly Fiends and Wu Song became the 14th of the 36 Heavenly Spirits in the 108 Stars Of Destiny. You should read Water Margin, it’s fucking nuts.

But anyways, that’s the lore behind the esteemed martial art of redirecting all energy to shields, Iron Shirt is pretty cool. The moral of the story is to not just fucking randomly ragdoll people because you’re a mite suspicious, but also? If you can actually randomly ragdoll people like that? You’re probably dope as hell and can get away with it, so practice Iron Shirt for political immunity, that’s all, the end.

#Water Margin #Wu Song #Zhou Tong #mythology

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authora97writingupdates · 3 years

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Okay here's the first look at my new Harry Potter series. I'm trying to make it better than the last time.

Privet Drive was a very upscale neighborhood. Or rather, that’s how the homeowners association wanted it to be seen. They had houses of upper-middle-class proper British families. Copy and pasted houses with copy and pasted lawns, and even more copy and pasted families.

Fathers in these houses on Privet Drive often worked traditional 9-to-5 jobs. In the other cases, they worked respectable jobs. Even the retired men yet to move contributed to the community. You know, at the insistence of that community.

The mothers in each house were homebodies. They tended to their gardens. They managed their children into proper British citizens. There was the occasional wild mother that enjoyed a man’s work or disliked gardening. Or the odd father that enjoyed staying home with the children, taking a proper woman’s role in the house.

The community on Privet Drive talked about those houses. A lot. The gossip piled up alongside the letters in their mailboxes about keeping a brighter garden, or in more proper child management. All those lesser families moved out before long. Often they moved to a nearby neighborhood called DimKeep Lane.

DimKeep Lane had very little in terms of real respectable British families. As it was mostly housed by rejected Privet Drive residents, they were not copied and pasted folks. Many parents worked well enough jobs, some even very respectable even by Privet Drive. But the mother did the job, automatically making them questionable. Gardens were not a requirement, children even less so.

48 DimKeep Lane held a very unique family called the Lafayette’s. They had no garden. The family was...

That mother was...

The father Mr Lafayette was...

Oh, but who could forget those twin girls? Twins daughters that were just barely old enough for school. A pair of black-haired babbling girls who were just the cutest! Also most mysterious. At any time, the Lafayette girls were found running and playing outside.

The younger sister, Darcy, was the more bold twin. Always with dirt scrapes on her knees or elbows. Lucky for their mother that Darcy hated wearing dresses, or she would always be washing out the grass stains. Darcy often wore basic shirts and jean shorts with tiny trainers in only the brightest shades. The girl played rough with the boys, unafraid of getting hurt or of hurting others.

That’s where her elder sister came into play. Morgan Lafayette usually played with or around her sister. Morgan looked very similar- their only true outer difference being eye color and hairstyles. Morgan’s amber eyes versus Darcy’s deep indigo, Morgan’s twisted black curls and waves versus Darcy’s iron straightness. Morgan tended to dress in shirts and shorts too, occasionally deciding to wear a darker scheme.

Parents went to that child, telling her about Darcy’s antics, or about fun local parties for the family to bring food. Some parents questioned why they weren’t looking for Mr or Mrs. Lafayette before immediately forgetting that question. How confounding! Morgan pulled Darcy back from all fights, worked out peace, then threw Darcy back. Many parents were impressed at the maturity!

Morgan still got into fights. They were few and far between. Usually involved with children taller than Morgan being- to put it bluntly- assholes. Ah, to be a child again! The parents of DimKeep Lane laughed.

The girls were finally attending school. Specifically St. Grogory’s Primary School for Year 1.

The teachers were happy to accept them. Rather, they barely noticed two more children but they were happy to meet the Lafayette Twins.

Morgan and Darcy went to their first day of school with little fanfare. To be clear, fanfare happened, just not to them. Other children cried and screamed, their parents cried too. None of them wished to part ways with their parents. Some kids cried because school sounded boring.

Dudley Dursley, for example. A fat whale of a child even at age 5. He screamed and yelled about the stupid school. They wouldn’t let him watch the telly or eat candy. Petunia Dursley tried to keep his spirits up with promises of toys and his friends being there, but nothing calmed her little Diddykins down.

Her second child stayed silent just behind her. If you ever called this child her’s, Petunia’s face would shrivel like she’d eaten a bad lemon. This child was not hers nor ever would be. Little better than a freak, her nephew knew his place waiting silently behind proper respectable people.

Said boy was currently 1/10 his cousin’s size, and that’s being generous to his cousin. Clothes hung off his skin, ones that clearly had never been worn by Dudley but belonged in a rubbish bin. The glasses on his head- round and black- were already being held together by tape. His black hair was wilder than the sobbing Dudley, barely covering a giant lightning bolt-shaped scar on his head.

Harry watched the other children, curious. His aunt and uncle told him his parents died, too drunk and worthless to care for him. As he saw other children crying and their parents hugging them, Harry wondered if his parents might have done the same.

Naturally, with so little to do, Harry looked over at the collection of toys out for a distraction. He saw the two children already parted from their parents. Only a pair of twins. One playing happily with big thick building blocks, one reading a book from the shelf.

He walked over to them. Morgan glanced at him from over her book. Darcy kept playing with her blocks. Harry sat beside Morgan, peeking at her book.

“It’s about a place that has raining food.” Morgan explained. Harry tilted his head. “My book. It’s about that.”

“How?” Harry asked.

Morgan hummed, thoughtful.

“Magic.” Darcy pushed another block in place, making something like a castle.

“Or maybe science.” Morgan replied.

“Definitely magic.” Darcy argued. “I wanna have magic food!”

“No way.” Morgan dismissed. “Magic can’t make something out of nothing.”

“Then it uses water! I don’t know.” Darcy huffed. She grabbed another block.

“What do you think?” Morgan asked the new playmate.

Harry stared.

Morgan stared back. Darcy snickered. “About my book.”

“You-” Harry shifted on his spot. “You’re askin’ me?”

“Yeah. What do you think?” Morgan asked again.

Nobody ever asked Harry a question before. Usually, Harry asked the questions. The Dursley’s always yelled at him to shut up. Aunt Petunia loved to tell him to not ask questions. Nobody wanted Harry to talk more. Harry loved the feeling.

“...magic.” Harry answered. He pointed at the odd rain. “That’s spaghetti.”

“It is.” Morgan nodded. “I like spaghetti. Do you?”

“I like bowtie noodles.” Darcy cheered.

Harry shifted again.

“It’s okay to not like spaghetti. I don’t like meatballs.” Morgan assured Harry. “Darcy hates the curly kind.”

“The curly colorful kind!” Darcy corrected. “It’s different colors but not flavors! That’s stupid.”

“I like spaghetti.” Harry pointed at the picture. “Yummy.”

Morgan and Darcy smiled.

The other children stopped crying as they talked. Parents successfully distracted them with the promise of toys or friendship, or even getting one of the teachers to help distract the kindergartener. One child held out, screaming about useless school and wanting to go home.

Petunia bribed him with more sweets- something the teachers discouraged. Still, the candy got Dudley to focus on something else. He enjoyed the treat as Petunia ran off, crying herself. Oh to leave behind her precious baby!

The candy soon vanished. Dudley looked around the play area for something. He saw his best friend. He also saw his favorite person to antagonize and a bunch of toys that would suit his idea.

Morgan turned a page in her book.

“You can read?” Harry asked.

Morgan nodded. Darcy snickered again.

“Morgan reads all the time.” Darcy explained. She moved her block castle to the side, letting her add extensions. “Like a nerd.”

“What’s a nerd?” Harry asked. “Is it like a freak?” He hadn’t understood the word at all. He just knew the tone Darcy used- a disgust like when the Dursleys called him a freak.

Morgan tensed. “I’m not a freak. Reading doesn’t make me a freak, it just makes me smart. Darcy’s mad I don’t wanna play.”

“It’s why we’re here.” Darcy replied.

Morgan glared at her sister. Darcy went back to the blocks.

“No freak?” Harry asked again.

Morgan shook her head. “Do you like to read?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know how.”

“That’s okay.” Morgan started using her finger to follow the words. “The pictures work fine.”

Harry, for one of the first times since coming to Privet Drive, smiled.

Dudley stormed up. Piers Polkiss at his side, sneering at the two ungirly girls and the pathetic orphan boy.

“Do you mind?” Darcy asked. “We’re busy here.”

Dudley kicked the blocks down. Harry watched, frowning at another toy lost to his cousin. Morgan and Darcy stood up, glaring at the fat boy.

“Stupid!” Dudley yelled. “That’s a boy’s toy! Not one for stupid girls!”

Darcy leaned towards her sister. Harry couldn’t hear what was asked, only seeing Morgan shake her head. Darcy rolled her eyes, glaring harder.

“Okay.” Morgan sat back down. She picked up the book, showing it to Harry. “We had spaghetti on Saturday. It had long noodles and red sauce.”

On Saturday, Harry ate old crusty bread that Dudley threw away. Literally. Dudley had thrown it against the wall. Harry ate it, then cleaned up the smudge on the wall.

Darcy sat down, leaning against her sister.

Dudley got annoyed that the other children ignored him. “Hey! Gimme blocks!” He yanked a block up, throwing it at Darcy’s head.

Morgan caught it. She stared at the fat boy and his friend. Somehow, Dudley saw something that Harry did not. Something that made Dudley want to get as far away from Morgan as possible. A latent survival instinct, if you want.

Instead, Dudley grabbed another block to throw at Morgan’s head.

See, as a child, Dudley expected that Morgan would be unable to catch it. She already held another block and a book. Her arms were full. She surely could not take another item.

Morgan dropped the first block. She caught the second. All before anything touched her face.

Darcy snickered, still on Morgan’s shoulder.

Harry watched, awestruck.

Dudley went for a third block. Piers grabbed two, ready to throw at all the black-haired kids. They threw with a force that all children considered lethal.

Morgan raised the book, using its hardcover as a shield for herself and Harry. Darcy ducked behind her sister, two blocks in her hands.

Harry could hear Darcy whispering now.

“Can I do it now?” Darcy hissed.

“No.” Morgan replied another wave of blocks hit the book. “But save it for later.”

Darcy saluted.

Dudley reached over. He snatched the book out of Morgan’s hands. The book pages tore under Dudley’s grip. Dudley threw the book on the ground. For good measure, he stomped on it.

The twins stared. Harry frowned.

Darcy reached forward. She held Morgan’s shoulder, holding the girl back.

Dudley threw another block.

Harry moved, blocking the twins’ body with his own. The block hit him. Harry was horrifically used to it.

By then, the teachers finally noticed the two boys throwing blocks at defenseless children. They rushed to the aid of the smaller ones. Lucky for them, classes need to start anyway.

But that little brave act...To them, it was enough. It may not be clobbering a troll…actually yeah it kinda was- point is, it made a strong friendship between the three children.

#oc morgan spencer #oc darcy anderson #harry potter fanfiction #first chapter preview

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Blood Promise {Chapter 1}

Vampire Baekhyun AU

Pairing; Twin Baekhyun/BaekBaëk/Alana

Genre; vampire/ fantasy AU

Warnings for this chapter; angst, language, mentions of blood (smut in future chapters)

Prologue:

Word Count: 3863

- Synopsis: Vampires falling in love with humans was forbidden. That is until 18-year-old Alana Davis moves to town and attends the new boarding school; Hallows Boarding School. Unaware that vampires exist and that the school is home to both Vampires and humans. On one late night Alana stumbles upon two brooding and mysterious twin brothers, but little did she know they would soon change her life. Will it be for the worse or the better?}

** authors note; Hello! Welcome to my first chapter of this AU! Now I don’t want this story to be a cliché vampire au, so I challenged myself to make it better for you guys so you will enjoy reading it. This chapter is a little long, and I got a little carried away while writing it, so I apologize for it being so long. Baekhyun unfortunately doesn’t come in until later on in this chapter. Anyways, if anyone would like to be tagged in future updates for this story please let me know in the comments. Thank you! **

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It was the first day of you starting at new school in a new country. To say you weren’t nervous would be a lie. You were very nervous in fact. Ever since arriving here last night you’ve had this weird feeling something was bound to happen, and you didn’t know whether it was good or bad. Getting up from bed, the soles of your feet touching the cold floor; making your way towards your window. The sunlight behind the curtains beamed through your bedroom. Slowly pushing the curtains open you look outside soaking in the beautiful scenery. Everything was covered in white snow. Glancing down you see what looks like a couple of elder’s drinking coffee and talking outside near the school gates; assuming it’s the staff; you look out into the school taking in the wide landscape of the school. It was surrounded by woods and nothing more. Beyond the gates of the school you couldn’t see a thing, but trees. No sign of life or cars seemed present around the school. Sighing, you moved away from the window and towards your closet to pick out your clothes for your first day of class. Entering the closet, you turn the light switch on and a surprised gasp escapes past your lips. Your closet was enormous. It housed many shelves inside. You felt like you were living in your dream castle. From the interior decorations in your bedroom, and the beautiful scenery outside your window, and now your enormous closet with so many brands of clothes, shoes and accessories you couldn’t help but contain your excitement. Walking further inside your closet you graze your hand across all the clothes held up on hangers feeling the quality fabric of all the clothes. You soon are face to face with your school uniform. Your uncle had told you that the school had a strict dress code that the students were all supposed to follow. Your uniform was all black. A long-sleeved blouse along with a black skirt that reached mid-thigh; paired with a loose red tie in the front. After putting on your uniform you took it upon yourself to pair it with black tights to help cover your bare legs from the cold winter and cute white dress shoes. Checking yourself in the mirror you head out of the closet. Entering your bathroom. It was elegant. The walls were painted a creamy white color, a beautiful chandelier hung on the ceiling. If the bathroom wasn’t big enough the shower looked like it could fit about 5 people at one time. It was huge. You wondered if everyone in this school had bedrooms that looked like this, or if it was only you since you were the headmaster’s niece. Now, almost quarter to eight you quickly fix your black hair leaving it down; your bangs falling over the front of your face. You decide to apply a light amount of makeup to your milky pale skin. Deciding on just some foundation and a light touch of blush to accentuate your cheeks and a red lip tint you feel like you are all set and ready to start your day. Heading towards the front of your bedroom door grabbing your bookbag and slinging it over your shoulders taking a deep breath and saying to yourself “Here goes nothing” you step out of your room and into the dimly lit corridors of the dorm hallway, and you head off to your first class of the day.

Now mid-afternoon the bells of your last class just about to ring any second now. Your teacher continues rambling on about medieval literature, but you eventually tune yourself out, hand on your chin and slightly pouting you started doodling some random sketches on your notebook. Suddenly you felt a paper ball hit your back. Dropping your pencil on the table you turn around and you are then face to face with a red headed male with big ears, blue contact lenses and smooth milky skin. He had an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to bother you my friend over here is an idiot” He whispered his voice deep while pointing at the culprit who had just thrown a paper ball at you. The male sat beside him across the aisle from where you both were sat. The other male trying to hide the smile off his face had raven black hair. He looked slimmer then the male seated behind you. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it” You smiled at the red-haired male. Smiling he extended his hand out towards you. Taking his hand, you shake it. “I’m Chanyeol and that is Sehun” He says while pointing at Sehun who waves at you, a smug smile on his face. Sehun leaning back against his desk, hands behind his head as his feet are planted on top of the desk. “I’m Alana. Alana Davis” you introduce yourself.

You scoff at how he chooses to sit. “I haven’t seen you in this class before; are you new?” Chanyeol asks, you nod “Yeah, my uncle is the headmaster of the school.” Chanyeol and Sehun’s eyes widen. “Headmaster Dae is your uncle?” Both now giving each other weird looks. Sehun removes his feet from on top of the desk now facing you in a hunched over position. His has a face of curiosity. “So, you must know…” Sehun speaks. “Know what?” a confused expression on your face. “About the night class students” Chanyeol speaks this time. Pouting your lips, you tilt your head to the side confusion still evident on your face. “What about the night class? What’s a night class?” you ask, questions starting to spill from your lips one after the other. “Soo.. you don’t know??” Sehun speaks again. “She clearly doesn’t Sehun. Now will you shut up!” Chanyeol mutters under his breath worried that they’ve said too much. Now curious, you wondered what the purpose of a Night Class was, and why your uncle hasn’t told you about this. “Tell me about this… Night Class “you ask them curiosity in your eyes.

Chanyeol lets out an exasperated breath. “Okay, well.. we don’t know much about them” He starts, “but what we do know, is that your uncle is very friendly with the Night Class students.” He continues, this time being cut off by Sehun. “The Night Class students are freaks of nature” He says, “and no one has ever seen one of them…” Suddenly the bell rings signaling the end of class. Both Chanyeol and Sehun get up from their seats. Chanyeol looking like a giant next to Sehun. Fixing their uniforms they start heading towards the door. “Wait!” you call after them. “That’s it?” Their backs facing you they both turn around. “Tell me more?” Looking over at each other, Sehun speaks again. Moving closer to you. He places a hand on your right shoulder bending down so that you and him are now eye level with each other. “Listen kid. If I were you I wouldn’t go looking to be “friends” with the Night Class students. The things I’ve heard about them isn’t quite friendly.” Chanyeol nods. “Yeah, also headmaster doesn’t allow students from Day Class to leave their rooms after dusk.” This perks your interest. Not allowed to leave our rooms after dusk?? You think to yourself. What has uncle Dae been up too lately. Now thinking about it Alana remembers her uncle acting quite strange and quiet last night from when he picked her up from the airport. The eerie feeling, she felt while being around her uncle began to creep up again. Snapping you out of your thoughts Sehun pats your shoulder a slight smile on his lips. “Well.. we should get going now.” He says. Nodding your head Chanyeol speaks this time. “Get back to your dorm Alana. It’s getting late.” He smiles. “It was nice meeting you” He says. “See you next class” They both say at the same time, as they slowly disappear from your field of vision.

Making my way back to my dorm; my books clutched to my chest. The cold winter air blowing through my hair. It was starting to get a little darker out and all the Day Class students had all gone back to their dorms preparing for the night. My dorm building was hidden farthest from everybody else’s, so it took me longer to walk back. As I’m walking everything around me was silent. Not a single person around, just me and my thoughts. I began to feel a little uneasy walking alone in the middle of the woods, so I started picking up my pace striding towards my building. The wind and the trees were whistling as I passed them. Finally seeing my building coming into view I let out a sigh of relief. “Almost there” I say to myself. Walking even faster. You couldn’t wait to get inside your room and wrap yourself up in some warm blankets. Suddenly you stumble upon a rock and trip falling to the ground. “Shit!” you curse out loud. Getting up and wiping the dirt off your new skirt quickly patting your ass and quickly get back on your feet. You praise god that you were in the middle of the woods and nobody had just seen you trip.. so you thought. Little did you know that two men hidden behind a tree were watching you with hungry eyes.

Finally, you are now back in your bedroom and you couldn’t be happier. Why your uncle placed you in the farthest building from your classes; you’ll never known. Loosening up your tie from around your neck you make your way to your bed, and throwing your bookbag on the floor, you plopped down on your bed your back facing up towards the ceiling. You sighed exhausted from your first day of class. You thought back on what Chanyeol and Sehun had told you earlier about the Night Class students. Why did your uncle make a separate class for students? What was he hiding from you? Your head was spinning with thought. Deciding to get up and take a steaming hot shower you make your way towards your bathroom. Stripping off your clothes you step into the shower; letting the water trickle down your body. The feeling of the hot water on your body relaxing you. You thought after you finished showering you would pay your uncle a visit and have a talk with him about what you had heard today.

Finishing up your shower you step out grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your petite body. Walking out of the bathroom and towards your closet; you turn on the light switch and look for something to wear. You thought you wouldn’t be out long, and since it was approaching dusk; you decided to wear a matching pair of navy-blue silk pajamas. It was very comfortable. You then grabbed a black winter coat putting it on along with some cute fluffy slippers turning off the light; you walk towards the door turning the nob quietly stepping outside the dimly lit corridors once again.

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Sooner or later you are now standing in front of your uncle’s office. You were hesitant to knock. You thought about forgetting this whole thing and just running back to your dorm, but it was dark out now, and you didn’t want to walk through those creepy wood’s alone. Deciding to knock on the door your knuckles eventually make contact with the door and you start to knock. You knock three times and wait for your uncle to open the door. You feel like you had been standing outside his office for quite some time now. Feelings like he wouldn’t open the door your about to turn around until you hear the sound of a lock on the other side of the door signaling someone was opening the door. Turning back around and facing the front door expecting to see your uncle; you frown. It wasn’t your uncle. You frown quickly changes to surprise and you can’t help, but stare at the man standing in front of you. He’s gorgeous and you suddenly start to fidget. Now nervous standing in front of this man with just your silk pajamas you become self-conscious as he looks over your petite form. The man in front of you had beautiful black hair that was styled in a way that exposed his forehead, and his brown eyes boring into your own. He wore a black suit with a white turtleneck dress shirt underneath. Averting your gaze from looking at him any longer; you clear your throat and speak. “I-is the headmaster here?” you ask your voice slightly higher due to your nervous state. “I’m his niece, and I just wanted to speak to him.” you continue. The man in front of you now crosses his arms and leans against the door a smirking making its way across his pretty face. “Jongdae never told me he had a niece” the male spoke. You felt paralyzed under his gaze as his eyes scanned you from head to toe making its way back up to your face. “Jongdae isn’t here yet, but your welcome to wait inside if you’d like?” he suggests opening the door wider for you to come in. Feelings uneasy at how the raven-haired man is looking at you; you shake your head and quickly decline. “I-I really shouldn’t. I’m sorry” you stutter out. “Oooh, c’mon he won’t be long. I insist.. Besides” His voiced was laced with danger. Biting his lips; eyes looking down at your form again. You shiver at the way his eyes scan down your body. He looked at you, like he wanted to devour you. “I want to get to know Jongdae’s lovely niece.” A playful smirk on his face. Giving in you step through the door, and into your uncle’s office as the male closes the door behind you. Sitting down on a red leather chair that’s stationed right in front of your uncle’s desk, you quickly and discreetly fix your clothes. Making his way behind the desk he is now standing in front of you as he presses his palms down onto the desk and leans forward a little; a playful smirk still plastered across his face. You wanted to wipe that smirk off his voice. It made you feel hot. He was just watching you squirm under his gaze and you hated the affect he was having on you.

“Soo.. when is headmaster arriving?” You ask.

“Soon.” He replies.

“He’s out having a little late-night snack.” The male licks his lips.

You nod. “Okay”

Suddenly Jongdae barges through the door “Baekhyun what did I-“

He was caught by surprise when he saw you seated in front of the male you assumed to be Baekhyun. “Alana..” Jongdae clears his throat. The side of his lips lightly stained red. Quickly pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket; he wipes the sides of his mouth. He probably just had a burger you thought; due to the fact he had red on the sides of his mouth. “What are you doing out of your room?” he asks. “She wanted to see you Jongdae” Baekhyun smirks. Coming around from the front of the desk Baekhyun is now standing in front of you. Hands behind his back; he bends down so close to you, his breath nearly fanning your face tilting his head to the side examining your face you both are now staring into each other’s eyes; he speaks. “I’m a little disappointed you never told me you had a niece.” Baekhyun says. Jongdae had a horrified expression written all over his face. He looked angry that Baekhyun and I had been in the same room.. alone, but why?

Moving away from hovering over you Baekhyun slowly walks over to Jongdae’s side, leaning forward and whispers in his ear. “She smells..” Baekhyun inhales a deep breath exhaling seconds later. “Delicious” The words roll off his tongue so smoothly and Jongdae stiffens. “I don’t know how you control yourself around her when her blood smells sooo…SWEET.” Baekhyun says, putting an emphasis on the last word. Baekhyun was still whispering into Jongdae’s ears so that you wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying.

As if you didn’t have enough surprises today the door slams open and in walks another male. You gasp. Your eyes moving to the figure walking in. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Another male, but this male resembled the male standing besides Jongdae. Twins! You thought to yourself. Except this one had no sort of emotion on his face. He looked scary, and you didn’t want to risk making him angry anytime soon. Although he looked extremely intimidating he was still just as beautiful as Baekhyun. But unlike Baekhyun his brother had silver white hair that fell down his face, but not too long that you couldn’t see his cold blue eyes. He wore a black leather suit that hugged his body nicely and a face chain. He was extremely hot you thought to yourself. You cowered in your seat as he approached Jongdae and Baekhyun.

“Baekhyun let’s go we got some business to take care of!” He spoke his voice stern and assertive. Unlike Baekhyun his brother didn’t even give you the time of day to look at you. “Brother” Baekhyun moves away from Jongdae and smiles up at him. Turning his gaze back towards me. “Have you met Jongdae’s niece” Baekhyun’s eyebrows were slightly raised and that goddamn smirk still on his face.

His brother turns his sharp gaze towards you. As soon as you met his cold stare you froze in your seat. He didn’t even show somewhat of a smile on his face. All he did was scan his eyes down my body once and turned back around facing Baekhyun. Grabbing his brother by his ear he drags Baekhyun out of the office; both of them giving you one last look before they were gone. Letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Looking over at Jongdae still standing by the door; his arms crossed he had a scowl on his face. He looked pissed. Giving him an innocent smile; you spoke.

“I- I- I didn’t know you weren’t going to be here.” You began.

“If I had I wouldn’t have come.” You continued, lowering your head and staring at the carpeted floor. His excruciating stare piercing through you.

“You don’t know these people Alana.” Jongdae sighed and began to speak

“You could’ve gotten hurt.” He continued

“But I didn’t.” You said back to him.

“And besides Baekhyu- “

You started to say, but was off by her uncle. Don’t you dare speak about them to me.” He was furious now. “You don’t know what those two brothers are capable of.” He stated. “Who are they?” you asked clearly interested in the alluring mysterious twin brothers who seemed to have caught your attention so quickly. Letting out a long sigh Jongdae speaks. “They’re the Byun twins. They go by Baekhyun and Baëkhyun.” He said answering your question. “I don’t want you to ever come out of your dorm at night again! Do you hear me?” your uncle says. “And I don’t want you to speak to the Byun twins either! Their dangerous. Understood?” He asks.You nod. “Yes, I understand”

“I think you should get back to your dorm now… Before it gets even later.” He says. “Do you think you could walk back on your own?” He asks. Clearly having forgotten about why you came to his office in the first place you nod. “Yes, uncle Dae! I’ll be fine.” You smiled finally standing up from your seat walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a hug. “I’m sorry I made you worry” You told him. “It won’t happen again.” Jongdae now hugging you back; his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent. Feeling the pulse on your neck beating rather quickly his gums begin to swell signaling his fangs wanting to come out he pulled away rather quickly. Alana didn’t know that her uncle too was dangerous to be around; just like the Byun twins, but she would never find out his secret he thought.

“You should go” He spoke, his hands placed on both your shoulder as he stood in front of you his voice laced with concern and a bit of sadness; you wondered why?

Nodding you start making your way towards the door of his office. Before leaving you turn around giving him an innocent smile and telling him goodnight. Finally stepping out of his office you start walking towards the exit of the building. “Fuck!” you cursed to yourself. You forgot you had to walk through the woods to get back to your dormitory. Wrapping your coat around your body tightly you step outside into the cold night walking ahead to your dorm room.

You were just about to make a turn into the woods when you hear rustling sounds and what sounds like whispering close by. Curious you quietly start walking towards the sound. You stop when you suddenly see what looks like two males. Unable to see one hundred percent because of the darkness you move a little closer squinting your eyes. You are now hidden behind a tree watching them; accidentally stepping on a branch it cracks causing the two males’ eyes to meet your own. You gasp when you realize who they were.

It was the Byun twins and they had what looked like blood all over their hands…

Shocked at what you had just witnessed you slowly began to run off into the wood’s away from them and back to the safe confinement of your room.

“What did I just witness?” you thought to yourself as you kept running through the woods.

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