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it stays | jhs

-> pairing demon!hoseok x f.reader

-> genre/aus smut (18+), angst, horror, teeny tiny bit of humor, it follows au, college au

-> summary after some unexpected events at your campus, you're determined to find out what exactly has been lurking behind these walls, or more so who.

-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, supernatural innuendos, illusions, disturbed experiences, sacrifices, unrequited love, grinding, handjob, neck kisses, hoseok calls reader 'darling', riding and unprotected sex!

-> word count 5.7k

-> author's note happy halloween everyone!!! and thank you to the lovely author's who let me be a part of the halloween collab this year!! i'll add a link to the main masterpost, if any of you would like to read some more horror by talented authors! or else, i hope you enjoy red haired demon hobi :)

masterpost for Bangtan Cinema: Horror Nights

“Listen here darling, I don’t have all day.”

He lets out a sigh, his body chained up to a chair as you stand in front of him with crossed arms. You really haven’t thought this through.

Maybe we should rewind a bit…

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‘’Have you heard?’’ Na-rae whispers to you while your head is about to drop from your palm, the class completely tiring you out. You hum, notifying you’re present at what she has to say.

‘’Yuri got sent home. Some overheard that the reason she got sent home was because she saw things… It got messy.’’ Yuri. Perfect girl, perfect boyfriend, perfect grades and of course – perfect life. You almost didn’t believe Na-rae when she brought Yuri up.

‘’Yuri? Are you sure?’’ You had to make sure. There’s a very high chance Na-rae just got the name wrong… or information.

‘’I’m sure. It’s all over campus. Everyone is talking about it.’’ Your mouth drops, the news sinking in as you sink deeper down in your chair, your arms now crossed as your head begins to think how Yuri, of all people, got sent home.

‘’Wait– you said ‘saw things’. What do you mean?’’ Na-rae looks at you in question, not carrying the answer herself, although Park Jimin sitting in front of you had a better hearing than anyone and sadly, overheard everything since Na-rae decided now is a good time to gossip.

‘’She saw people.’’ Jimin turns, his brows furrowed, confused by the somewhat rumors spreading across campus from left to right.

‘’P-people? I mean, this might sound incredibly stupid… but don’t we all?’’ Your tone dropped to an ironic one, something Jimin caught faster than lightning and normally he would’ve laughed. He always found you incredibly funny but at this moment? His lips continue to be pressed into a thin line, making you grow embarrassed of your statement.

‘’Listen. This is just from what I heard. Taehyung got jumped by her where she was screaming all kinds of nonsense about an old lady standing naked by the end of the hall. It was apparently walking slowly towards her, but Taehyung? He saw nothing.’’

‘’Spooky.’’ Na-rae comments, snickering at her own joke but Jimin just turns with a huff, seeing there was no point in sharing with either of you two, because it was too good to believe. Right?

Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Yuri’s perfect boyfriend which made them the perfect couple. He must’ve been traumatizing for Taehyung to see his girlfriend rash out this way. But then again, was Yuri telling the truth? Are there such things as… ghosts? You gulp at the thought, every horror film creeping up by your spine and the room squeezes itself tight on your form. You feel sick.

‘’Y/N? What’s wrong? You look like someone who just saw a ghost.’’ Na-rae takes a firm grip on your arm, a worried expression plastered in front of you and then Jimin turns once again.

‘’Jimin. Have you spoken to Taehyung since?’’

Jimin doesn’t respond, letting his eyes fall to the ground.

‘’He–’’ Jimin stops himself, shaking his head as if he knows you and Na-rae won’t believe what’s about to slip out from his lips.

‘’I believe you. Jimin you can tell us.’’ Na-rae doesn’t question your sudden change of behavior, supporting you instead. Her curiosity always gets the worst and the best out of her.

‘’He hasn’t left his room since.’’ It almost sounds cliché, but the room turned an ounce colder and now you’re determined to find out what exactly is happening. Instead of constantly gossiping about the perfect pair, you’d stop it. With Na-rae’s help.

It’s what you do best.

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It had been a week since the conversation with Jimin. You and Na-rae noticed Taehyung’s disappearance since it was told he never left his room. The rumors about why Yuri got sent home never stopped. Some said she was possessed, others meant she decided to pull a prank on everyone and drag it out till everyone believed it, yeah no. That was absolutely false. You knew for a fact the people behind that rumor are scared of everything that’s inhuman.

You were scared yourself, how couldn’t you be? This might actually be real. Ghosts, vampires, demons… anything that lurks at night or day.

Na-rae was a bit too excited when you planned with Jimin to check up on Taehyung later today. You had friday nights, sharing popcorn and watching Supernatural till you both dropped. It definitely grew interest for the both of you regarding anything supernatural.

Na-rae was in love with Sam whereas Dean owned your heart.

Jimin was late, you and Na-rae were already waiting by the entrance to the hall that leads to Taehyung’s room. He had still made no appearance and it became troublesome. Taehyung loved swimming lessons yet he skipped the last three. Something was definitely off about the whole thing.

‘’Okay! Okay I’m here!’’ Jimin pants as he reaches you and Na-rae.

Jimin decides to take the lead. It is his friend after all. You and Na-rae were mostly there for emotional support and because you were both driven by curiosity and fear.

Jimin knocks lightly, yet no one responds to it. He lets out a sigh, turning to meet you and Na-rae with a disappointed face. He saw this coming.

‘’Taehyung?’’ You call out, Jimin's eyes popping out of their sockets as the name slips out from your lips. He hadn’t expected that and neither did Na-rae when you move closer to the door, repeating his name till you reached the door handle.

‘’I’m coming in.’’ When the door handle is about to be pulled down, Na-rae pulls at your arm, her face extremely pale as fear is eating her from the inside out. She has a bad feeling about all of this.

‘’Y/N maybe we should just–’’

You open the door, revealing Taehyung to all three of you. He’s sitting on his bed, rocking back and forth as his calves are red and swollen, marks of endless scratching covering them. His eyes were barely visible, dark under bags covering them as if he hadn't slept for over a week.

When you all three moved closer, Taehyung’s eyes that were glued to the ground, hastily lifted towards you. Eyes red and puffy, you couldn’t recognize him anymore. Jimin turned after catching a glance at Taehyung, too upset to see his friend's state.

‘’Taehyung.’’

‘’No.’’ Taehyung whispers, his finger slowly lifting itself to point at the door behind Na-rae. The ambiance in the room had already turned alarming by the simple word that left Taehyung’s mouth. He hasn’t even noticed all of you, looking past as if you were invisible.

‘’You let him in. You let him in!’’ Taehyung abruptly moves as far away from you, the sheets wrinkling under him as he moves at a rapid pace. He’s screaming all kinds of nonsense but you try to move closer, helping him only to get pushed far away and screamed at.

‘’He’s gonna take me. You can’t let him take me. Please.’’ Taehyung’s eyes widen, Jimin running out of the room to call for help whereas you and Na-rae look around to find anything that Taehyung is referring to at this moment.

‘’Please.’’ A tear slips from Taehyung before he drops down, body tense and eyes wide.

Na-rae is crying, moving towards Taehyung and shaking his body but he isn’t responsive. You stay put, too stunned about what had just occurred that your body can’t move. You can’t think, breathe or even process what happened since you decided to open the door. You feel guilty, would this have happened if you didn’t open the door?

Your thoughts are cut short when Jimin runs in with paramedics following close behind, the three built men walking past you to reach Taehyung in a hurry and studying him with a flashlight to his eyes, checking his breathing and continuously asking questions.

‘’He’s still breathing.’’ You’re still drained from the episode but at least Taehyung is alive. You don’t know what you would’ve done with yourself if he wasn’t here anymore.

Jimin holds onto your shoulders, comforting the both of you as the paramedics take him outside to the ambulance.

‘’We need to find out what’s going on. This can’t keep happening.’’ Na-rae speaks when she dries her tears in her sleeve. Body cold and motionless.

‘’Na-rae is right.’’ You respond, as Jimin tenses behind you.

‘’I feel like we might not have enough time.’’ Jimin whispers, his hold loosening on you as he takes a step back.

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The following day, you, Na-rae and Jimin are taking up all the time in the library. You’ve all settled to determine what happened to Yuri and Taehyung. Everything wasn’t forgotten, you all came to an agreement to keep your heads high and not let yourself feel guilt-tripped by the Taehyung episode from yesterday. The doctors have told you he’s stable but he’s not able to speak, like his tongue got stolen from him. Whatever is going on, you will find out and you’ll do anything to stop it.

‘’There’s nothing about the supernatural in this library, other than fictional books.’’ Jimin explains as he joins your table after having walked around the library, studying each shelf.

‘’We should start with what we know.’’ If you were going to find out how exactly the previous incidents happened, you’d have to set yourself back to the beginning.

‘’Well, Yuri started acting out since she got together with Tae.’’ Jimin starts off, pulling out his phone to scroll through his and Taehyung’s old messages.

He reads out the texts that Taehyung sent him a week after he and Yuri had started dating. ‘’He said she would talk in her sleep, whispering repeatedly ‘leave me alone.’ When Taehyung brought it to her attention, she brushed it off. Up until a few weeks ago when she was seeing naked people walking towards her at a slow pace.’’ Jimin furrows his brows before continuing as if he stumbled onto something unsettling.

‘’What?’’

‘’Something was following her, just like Taehyung when we opened the door. Maybe that something got in when we opened the door and that’s why he kept—’’ Jimin can’t finish his sentence, the look in his eyes tearing up at the memory of yesterday.

‘’Jimin, maybe you should rest. Na-rae and I can take it from here.’’ Jimin nods at a slow pace, picking up his bag and phone. With a wave and a half lifted smile, he walks out of the library leaving you and Na-rae to continue your studies.

‘’Okay. We need to find out how Yuri got into that state. Do we know any of her friends? Maybe they know something?’’ Yuri was a very open person, with not only her flattering smile, she was a good friend to many.

‘’I have psychology with Marie. She’s been friends with Yuri since we started.’’ Na-rae opens her phone, scrolling through her contacts and miraculously she has Marie’s number.

‘’Call her. Hopefully she isn’t too shaken up to talk about it.’’ Na-rae hums as her phone now stands in contact to her ear, letting it ring before Marie picks up.

The phone call cuts short, but despite that, Na-rae got an interesting answer.

‘’So?’’

‘’Yuri went to a summer camp, right before entering college.’’ While she continues to spill details about the phone call, you find the name of the summer camp whereas Yuri stayed during the summer and what pops up, only leads you closer.

In bold, an article had the following heading. ‘Camp Jasmine ends short because of disturbed students.’ There was so little information, almost bringing you back to base one with few details.

Although, one sentence caught your eye. ‘’Na-rae, listen to this, a witness explains how a student was screaming all kinds of nonsense, one of them being that they were being followed, by naked forms walking at a slow pace.’’

‘’Fuck.’’

‘’So it started at this camp.’’ But then what made these students paranoid?

‘’We need to find out what kind of monster is behind this. This can’t be the acts of a human, Y/N. This is something completely supernatural.’’ If someone had told you and Na-rae that you would ever believe in what you’ve seen countless times on TV, you would’ve laughed. Yet here you are, believing and frightened over the hidden world that is lurking on your campus.

‘’Let’s get to work.’’ With a crack to your knuckles and a stretch to your back. You and Na-rae dig deeper into the supernatural world and anything that matches to the chilling events that happened in the last few weeks.

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‘’I found something.’’ The library had turned dark, lights on all around you when the search was finally over by Na-rae’s hopeful words.

‘’It’s a demon.’’ Demons. Evil spirits that can take form as humans by possessing them. There are many kinds of demons, but they all feed from one thing, fear.

‘’Does it say what kind?’’

‘’No. It states to be unknown, but it matches the description perfectly. Seeking people who’ve caught the so-called curse, by transforming into different people, all dressed in nothing and approaching them at a slow pace.’’ Na-rae reads out the description which she found on a self-made website made by an unknown writer.

‘’Does it say anything about how the curse is transmitted through people? Many aren’t affected by it, so there must be a specific way to end up in that shithole of craziness.’’ Na-rae clicks her tongue, scrolling longer down until the answer stands tall and direct to her eyes.

‘’Shit. Y/N, this– this is crazy.’’ She turns her computer towards you, too stunned to read out the description of how the demon seeks chosen ones.

‘’The curse is created by unknown means. If the demon reaches the person who is carrying the curse, the person will not be able to speak, walk or talk. If a whole week has passed, the person who has been taken by the demon will die. The curse can be passed onto someone else by having sexual intercourse with the chosen person.’’

‘’The clock is ticking. Na-rae if we don’t stop that demon, Taehyung he’ll–’’ Your words get clogged by the end of your throat, Na-rae grabbing ahold of your hand for reassurance.

‘’Nothing is going to happen to him. We will catch this son of a bitch.’’ Na-rae starts, before continuing to pinpoint every information you’ve gained. ‘’It makes sense. Fuck, okay, Yuri went to a summer camp, meaning she probably had sex with someone who was already carrying the curse. Then when she got with Taehyung…’’

Your mouth drops as the dots connect between the following reasons for the chilling happenings.

‘’Wait… has Taehyung hooked up with anyone after he’s been with Yuri?’’ Na-rae shrugs, slumping back on her chair, hoping deeply that Taehyung wasn’t cheating on Yuri and spreading the curse to others.

‘’We need to talk to Jimin. Now.’’ With a nod, you quickly grab your belongings and leave the library.

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Loud knocks were sent from your fist and onto Jimin’s dorm room. After knocking for some time with a hasty pace, Park Jimin appeared, shirtless and confused. You gulped at the sight in front of you, forgetting all about the reason why you furiously knocked on his door.

‘’Y/N?’’ His voice was hoarse, indicating he had probably woken up from a nap and with a quick kick to your shoulder by Na-rae you snap back to reality.

‘’Um— right. Jimin we have answers, you might wanna sit down for this.’’ When he opens the door wider to let you and Na-rae in, she throws an unexpected comment.

‘’And put on a shirt.’’ You side eye her, her cheeks puffy from her laugh at the edge of slipping, when she caught you earlier losing track because of Jimin’s abs.

When Jimin sits down, a loose fitted t-shirt on, you and Na-rae start from the beginning. After you’ve explained the whole situation, the unresolved question appears.

‘’Has Taehyung ever cheated on Yuri?’’ Jimin’s eyes widened at the question, now scratching his head out of nervousness.

‘’Taehyung got drunk one night and… one thing led to another.’’

‘’Shit. It’s still here then. Na-rae we need to catch it.’’ You turn to meet her eyes and with a quick nod, she pulls out her phone to find solutions on how to catch or more likely kill it.

The website from earlier only described the demon itself, but no solution at the bottom of the site. It almost felt like a dead end, but the clock was ticking and you weren’t even close to giving up yet.

‘’Fuck okay. It says here, demons who are connected to sexual acts, will only dissolve by having sex themselves. They will turn to dust but—’’ Na-rae closes her eyes, regretting what she had just read. It’s a dead end.

‘’What? What does it say Na-rae?’’

‘’Y/N I don’t think—’’ Her voice trembles yet handing you her phone so you can read it out yourself.

When you find the segment she was reading from, you continue. ‘’They will turn to dust but stay engraved in the person's heart, meaning this person will never be able to love someone other than them.’’

Without missing a beat you say as the room turns quiet, ‘’I’ll do it.’’

Love. A funny thing for you, not because you haven’t experienced it but because you’ve found yourself feeling more alive than ever by simply loving yourself. The pressure of saving Taehyung was more important to you than ever being able to love someone else. People, especially your family, always admired you for putting people before yourself yet always being incredibly strong.

‘’Y/N, please let’s find another way.’’Jimin pleads, his hands grabbing onto your cold ones and the glance he gives you is hopeful yet shattered.

‘’Jimin. Taehyung’s life is at risk.’’ He drops his head at your words, the pressure from the situation cramping around his form.

‘’Na-rae, can I talk to Y/N? Alone?’’ Jimin’s request is unexpected but Na-rae gives you guys some time alone, going back to your dorm.

When the door shuts, his hold in your hands tightens, like he’s scared you’ll leave.

‘’Jimin—’’

‘’Do you have any idea how much people care and love you?’’ You don’t see where he’s heading with his speech, but you remain silent letting his words sink in. Of course people love you, your family, friends, old teachers, family friends that have watched you grow up… They all are held deeply into your heart. Which is why you want to do this, for this to stop. For it to stop hurting the people around you, people who have so much to live for and give to others.

Taehyung will live and you’ll make sure of it.

‘’It’s my choice. I know the consequences but I am willing.’’

‘’No, Y/N you don’t understand. I– I care about you.’’ It’s then that everything clicks for you. Park Jimin likes you, a lot. You feel like you’re dreaming when he openly admits this, but you can’t let yourself get carried away. Not when you like him as well.

The tears form at the corner of your eyes, your hands dropping from his warm touch to your knees.

‘’I really, really wish things were different Jimin. B-but this— there’s nothing else to do. Taehyung’s life is on a fucking clock and so is Yuri and that person he slept with. Please, this needs to stop.’’

Jimin chuckles dryly, sniffling right after because he’s lost. You’re gonna go through with it regardless of what he tells you and he wishes deep down that he hates you, but he can’t. Not when you’re sacrificing a part of yourself for others.

‘’I’m gonna go.’’ With that you get up, your wrist getting grabbed by Jimin before you reach his door and you flinch from the comforting contact he gives you.

‘’Jimin–’’

‘’Stay. Please stay.’’ It’s all he’s asking of you. Just one night together before everything turns to pure horror for you. A moment like this makes you wonder how your life would be with Jimin by your side. All of the fun dates you’d be able to share, the cuddles, cooking meals together and long drives at night while letting the wind breeze through your hair as you scream to the lyrics of any song you’ve grown fond of while together.

‘’Okay.’’ You fight back your tears, enjoying the last moment you’ll have with Jimin while your heart still flutters for him.

The soft touches of Jimin’s fingers trail against your cheek at a slow pace, both of you now laying in his bed as the room has turned dark.

‘’Let’s not think about anything else right now.’’

‘’Okay.’’ The heat from Jimin’s body takes you back to a day earlier in the summer. You were laying on a chair in the sun, letting yourself feel the heat and your mind to ease. Whenever you felt upset or down during college, you’d remind yourself of that day. The situation becomes overwhelming for you, clutching tighter to Jimin, so tight you’re able to hear his heartbeat.

You lay in silence, embracing each other for the first and last time. Tomorrow, everything will change and your heart will settle onto someone else.

You arrive at your dorm room early in the morning, leaving a sleepy Jimin behind. Na-rae gets woken up by you taking off your shoes by the entrance, she looks worried and exhausted. Her eyes are barely open, her mumbling in her drowsy state.

‘’We’ll be okay Y/N.’’ Your heart warms up by her words, smiling to yourself that this will soon end.

When you lay under the covers, you let yourself rest, knowing tomorrow is a big day for everyone because you’re gonna have to catch it.

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‘’I talked with Jimin, apparently the girl he was with was on the girls swimming team.’’ You nod as you both are standing out front of the huge glass doored building, the main entrance for the swimming pool on campus.

You haven’t gotten the name of the girl who was with Taehyung. For this to work, you’ll need to find her and inform her of the following. Hopefully you’re not too late.

When you enter, a group of girls are dressed in swimsuits, paired with a swim cap and goggles. Their coach is very strict, whistling constantly as they stay put in their positions, all forms of conversation shut down.

You follow behind Na-rae, walking to sit by the bleachers as their morning practice is about to start.

All girls have now crouched down onto the diving board, as they stretch their legs, one furthest away stops and looks up in fright.

‘’Coach!’’ She removes herself from it, running towards her coach and pointing fingers to the end of the hall.

‘’Call someone! There’s a literal naked creep!’’ Her coach repeatedly tells her to calm down and that no one is there, but she doesn’t seem convinced.

‘’We found her.’’ You both hurriedly walk over to the frightened girl, Na-rae speaking with her coach while you drag her away to the dressing rooms.

‘’Hey, hey it’s okay.’’ She manages to calm down a bit, her breathing steadying slowly before slumping down on the dressing room bench, looking away.

‘’I’ve gone fucking insane…’’ She scolds herself, removing her swimming cap with a harsh grip.

‘’You haven’t.’’ Your words catch her attention, her eyes now looking hopefully up to you as if you’re the first person who’s told her otherwise. With all the rumors already lurking on campus, it explains why she seems distressed, not wanting to go home herself or end up in the hospital like Taehyung.

When Na-rae walks in, you crouch down, explaining to her everything and with luck, she believes you. She’s willing to help you stop the curse, because neither you nor Na-rae have it so it’ll be hard to catch the demon behind it all.

‘’I’m Ari, by the way.’’ She forces a smile, everything tumbling down on her since you’ve spoken about supernatural creatures.

‘’I’m Y/N and this is Na-rae.’’ With a fond smile from you both, Ari loosens her grip on her swimming cap and lets herself feel at ease around you.

‘’Okay, this is what is going to happen…’’

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Dusting off the chalk from your fingers, you’ve managed to draw a Devil’s Trap on the roof of the school’s cellar. Na-rae was certain that it was an actual thing and not just Supernatural being the most creative TV show there is.

A Devil’s Trap is a drawn circle that manages to keep the demon trapped. If the drawing is broken or altered, the demon will be able to escape as it has lost its power. Not only is the demon stuck, but it will show its true form in the trap.

Ari is nervously fidgeting with her fingers behind you, paranoid and frightened from what is currently happening. When Na-rae takes a hold of the chain, ready to throw it around the chair while the demon appears, you wait.

The demon is seeking Ari, resulting in you placing her in front of the Devil’s Trap. This motherfucker will learn from what he has done. You’ll make sure of it.

‘’Fuck. It’s knocking on the door. Guys, guys I’m scared.’’ Ari’s legs start to shake, but you keep her calm as you reassure her that nothing will happen to her due to the Devil’s Trap above her.

When Na-rae opens the door, Ari turns pale, holding in a scream that will likely scare the whole campus. The sound of a sudden rush of air appears and finally, you come eye to eye with the demon behind it all.

It doesn’t fight back, instead calmly lets itself sit down on the chair while Na-rae wraps the silver chain around it. When the demon has settled down, you move in front of Ari and take a hold of the situation.

Locking eyes with Na-rae, she gets your signal, dragging herself and Ari out of the room. When the door smacks, the show officially begins.

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And that is how you ended up with a red haired demon in front of you, chained up and calling you darling while you stood with crossed arms.

He’s impatient, hence his choice of words towards you.

‘’You know why you’re trapped. Save your bullshit.’’ You’re fuming, because it seems to him that killing people is his job and absolutely destroying them from the inside.

‘’Feisty, I love it.’’ He chuckles perfectly, the voice low and hot. Yeah, he’s definitely a sex demon. He radiates everything that is erotic and sexy. You want to kick yourself in the head for even admitting that he’s attractive and hard to resist.

‘’So, you’re an unknown demon.’’ You raise a brow to state your sentence.

‘’Aw, how cute. You googled me.’’ He adjusts himself, the chains rattling as he does so. ‘’Let’s skip the small talk darling, we both know what’s going to happen.’’ He flashes his white pearly teeth, two of them with small fangs.

‘’Wait, what?’’ Your eyes fall open, paired with your mouth. Does he really know?

‘’You think I like this? Killing, seeking, possessing?’’ Every word he drops, you’re reminded of Yuri, Taehyung and Ari.

‘’I mean, isn’t that your… thing?’’ He rolls his eyes at your comment, dropping his head in the process — you’re not easy to comprehend the supernatural world and he’s quickly taken notice.

‘’It’s more complicated than you’d think.’’ His eyes meet yours, ‘’I’ll lay it out simply for you. I absolutely hate this.’’ Staring into his eyes, they show sincerity and anything besides the horrendous monster he’s seemed out to be.

‘’I’m Y/N.’’ You smile, him staring at you blankly, not expecting to know your name.

‘’Hoseok.’’

‘’Pleasure.’’ You bow and the atmosphere turns more light despite it being cold not long ago. You move a bit closer, sensing Hoseok won’t bite you.

He gulps nervously at your presence, catching a glance of your exposed legs dragging themselves closer to him. Your smell reaches his nostrils, vanilla. It covers your aura and turns you automatically sweet in his eyes. You haven’t even reached the tip of his feet and he can already feel himself getting worked up on catching a simple sniff.

‘’Let’s help each other and stop this chaos.’’ You speak, the clock ticking behind you, a reminder of Taehyung’s life at risk.

‘’Yes.’’ Agreement. Uncommon for a demon, especially the ones from Supernatural with attitude and flirty personalities. Hoseok is different.

You take it further, your hands dropping on his leather covered knees, Hoseok gasping from the contact. Almost as if he’s fire and you have to be cautious to not burn yourself.

‘’Have you… ever been touched before?’’

He gulps out of nervousness by your question. ‘’Well, not by humans.’’ The thought of you being the first to, creates butterflies in the pit of your stomach, yourself growing anxious of the situation.

‘’You feel… soft.’’ He compliments you as your hands have yet to move further up towards his bulge. Your smile never fades, gaining courage to continue and go farther up.

Hoseok spreads his legs in front of you, accumulating more space for you to sit in between them. You bite your lip at the eagerness seeping through him from your touch and with enough anticipation from your end, you finally give Hoseok what he wants.

‘’Fuck–’’ The first touch feels estatic for Hoseok, as you palm him through his pants. He’s already hard and you know it won’t be long until you'll have his cock inside of you. The thought excites you, sending a thrill down your spine and a rush to your core.

You move upwards again, lifting your skirt as you place yourself down onto Hoseok’s hardened bulge. He groans from the closed contact of your wet slit on his refrained cock, swallowing a clump of spit that accumulated from his mouth being parted for too long. He’s losing himself completely, letting the moment happen between you.

Everything becomes clouded for both, your surroundings transparent, the only thing visible is each other at this very second.

You grind yourself on Hoseok, your hand grabbing a hold of his face, your fingertips tracing on his sharp jawline. You finally take time to admire his beauty and his features that make him attractive. Your gasps turn in sync when you continuously grind yourself on him, letting your slit feel the outlines of his cock.

The chains rattle along with your movements, Hoseok still strapped to the chair, making you in control of the situation.

“You feel really good.” It’s the first you’ve said since you’ve touched him. His cock twitches at your words, likely sensing he loves receiving compliments as well.

Even though you and Hoseok are complete strangers, you feel as if you know him. He’s soft, warm, quite the opposite of something evil and possessive. It eases the situation for yourself, letting your desires take over. Hoseok is unbelievably hot, his sharp jawline and how his tongue slightly pokes whenever you grind slower than before, allowing him to feel you better.

“Y/N— we don’t have much time.” Hoseok doesn't want to frighten you by reminding you of the pressure behind the situation but he’s right. You’re both under clockwork.

You fiddle with his belt, along with the zipper while Hoseok lips touch your sensitive neck. You moan from the contact of his plumb lips, along with his wet tongue on your skin. Along with a clicking sound, his buttons come undone, the outline of his boxers showing. A swift pull from your end and you finally get a glance of his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum seeing you worked him up earlier by your mindless grinding.

He feels soft, firm and hard all at once. Hoseok moans from the feeling of your fingers wrapping around him and stroking him at a slow pace.

He encourages you to keep going, his mouth continuing its ministrations on your neck, causing you both to get as worked up as possible for what’s about to happen.

When Hoseok bucks his hips in your palm, you find strength to pull your thong aside, your wet core now exposed. Slowly, you position him at your entrance, sinking down as you take him deeper. A strangled noise escapes Hoseok as he feels how warm and tight you are.

You’ve never felt as full as you have in this moment, the fulfillment causing your brain to stop functioning and your body to start moving.

You start slowly, still coming to terms with Hoseok’s cock deeply buried inside of you. It’s an indescribable feeling, fog still clogging your mind from reality.

Even though Hoseok is chained up, he manages to take some form of control, meeting your hips halfway, causing the sounds of skin slapping to erupt in the room.

When the pace quickens, you feel the tip poking at your g-spot repeatedly, your body floating along, beads of sweat collecting on your bodies when you both try and reach for an orgasm.

Whenever Hoseok hits your g-spot, you clench around him, sending him into orbit. Repetitive curse words are the only words exchanged between the two or you, your high reaching beneath you.

“Hoseok! Fuck!” A final snap to your hips and you both come undone. Hoseok's red hair is wet by the strands, as well as his jawline glistening with sweat.

You both pant, the eye contact remaining between you until Hoseok speaks, one last time. “Farewell, darling.”

His form turns to dust, as if he was never in the room to begin with yet your body still feels as warm as it did when it clung itself to him earlier.

It’s done. The curse is gone.

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

“Wanna come join Jimin, Tae and I to the cinema?” Na-rae asks you while you’re still in bed, mind and body tired from your classes today.

“I’ll pass. Have fun though.” You toothlessly smile before turning in your covers and letting your eyes fall, your vision turning dark.

It’s been around six months since the curse ended. Ari managed to get back onto her swimming lessons. Taehyung got signed out of the hospital after he got out of the unbroken trance and Yuri got sent back on campus. Her therapist gave her the green light to let her take back her studies.

Although you don’t think about Hoseok during the day, you still see him in your dreams and your heart skips a beat, only for him.

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Tfw you're a forty year old man who's just trying his best and constantly never rewarded for it

Introducing... WEST

A 47 year old turf battle veteran with a heart of gold who joined the Underground Anarchy scene a few years ago because he needed a faster change of pace.

West is a much more level-headed and responsible figure compared to most UA players, he always keeps his cool against annoying players who purposely try to get on his nerves, and always make sure to let them know he won’t let them step all over him.

He's the kind of guy to stop fights, whether by peaceful or violent means.

Most people only know him inside UA. There's very little known about him on the outside. That makes him a bit intimidating from a regular bystander.

Some people will say he's really skilled! and look up to him.

Other people might say they hate his cool-headedness and that he's just a stick in the mud old man who doesn't know his place.

He's a pretty reliable teammate, frequently filling in the support role who paints turf and splats opponents from perches. But in any situation he's quite adaptable.

Under the cut is more information about West! If you decide to stop reading here that’s cool! Thanks for reading!

I’m quite sure i’ll be making more posts about West because i love him so much and there’s still a lot of things you dont know about him!

He belongs in the Underground Anarchy AU by @d15gu571ng !

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West was a pretty anxious kid, he started to participate in turf battles when he was 15, a year later than most squid kids because he wasn’t too sure of himself yet.

He fell in love with turf battling. It was a hobby he participated in as a way to escape his problems at home, and slowly but surely strengthen his confidence in himself.

He also got freakishly amazing at it, he was good at a lot of weapons but his main has always been his 96. Gal.

His favorite modes are rainmaker and splat zones.

Things were going great for West. He wanted to do this forever, it's what he loved to do, but good things don't last forever, that proved itself when West started to grow up past high school and people started to expect him to drop his enjoyment for turf war. He wasn’t a kid anymore, and it was time to face the real world like most adults in the city.

He fought back against this idea for a moment but he easily gave up, sadly. Just, the crushing reality was too painstakingly obvious. It was either do what he loved or... Be a disappointment.

AND NO! He couldn’t balance his hobby with his job! NO TURF WARS for ADULTS! What a childish idea!

So for 4 long, long years, he dedicated his life to learning how to become a pilot! It wasn’t as horrible as West expected! West has liked the idea of being a pilot for a while now and now he’s following that dream!

Eventually, turf wars were just a faded memory in the back of West’s mind. There were more important things to worry about, and thats okay!

West worked as a airline pilot for 9 years! During this time he made multiple friends, valuable life experiences, and! his husband (Beck) and wife (Tori) have conceived a daughter for the three of them! (Vida)

After their kid was born, West wanted to be a good dad, but because of his job, he unfortunately became a bit distant from his only daughter. I’ll make another post about West’s family.

After being a pilot for nearly 10 years, West decided to take a break from piloting because he felt extremely burnt out and far from his family. So he went home and now, he’s currently a stay-at-home dad! He’s reconnecting with his daughter (who’s 22 now) to make up for all the lost time between them. While Tori and Beck are the breadwinners for the family.

This was around the time West was finally given the opportunity to fully reminisce of his younger years (yeah he finally realizes how freakin old he is....He tries his best to cope) when he participated in turf wars throughout middle school and high school. And one random day, he invites one of his old aircrew friends, whom he knew once played turf war, to play rainmaker! On that day, West’s love for turf war which he thought had been dead for years, was lit back up.

It wasn’t a while until West realised that ordinary turf war, just couldn’t cut it for him anymore. He was constantly over-powering younger casual players, that he felt a bit bad. He was well-known locally as the weird old guy who is freakishly good at turf war, it’s annoying! Doesn’t he have somewhere else to be?

Yeah he got treated the same way he was treated all the way back then after high school. Bullied by children this time. It might not seem like it but this constant torment really gets to West sometimes. It’s a good thing he has his family to lean on for support.

He couldn’t take this treatment over and over again. If this continued he would jump off a cliff. He had to do something for himself. This was when he asked his daughter for a favor. Vida wasn’t a turf war enthusiast, but! She had a lot of young people friends who would know something about turf war he didn’t. He needed an entirely different turf scene. One where he might be accepted.

To be honest, West was expecting something like- a club of middle-aged turf war enthusiasts or- a splatoon that consists of some guys who wouldn’t judge him for being older. SOMETHING NORMAL.

VIDA’S WEIRD FRIENDS GOT HIM INTO AN ILLEGAL TURF WAR RING.

He was a bit reluctant at first but decided, hey, he's even more intrigued than scared! He followed them to the area of the UA battle that evening and didn't know what to expect.

It proved that he was SEVERELY UNPREPARED. It was a big shock how elaborately modified most of the players' weapons were. How much more ruthless and unapologetic they were. But that was what West found so appealing. He just had one of the most adrenaline-fueled quick paced turf battles in his life. He wanted more of that.

Around a decade later, West has officially retired from being a pilot and is now a full-time househusband. He spends most of his days spending time with his friends and family, taking care of himself, working on random projects in his garage, just all-around enjoying himself, and battling it out in illegal underground turf war rings!

It was an up-hill battle but he eventually found his footing in this chaotic place. He’s way more confident and free-spirited than he’s ever been in his life, and couldn’t ask for anything different. Of course, there’s always going to be annoying people who won’t leave him alone til’ he leaves, but he can always get along in his life by ignoring them and confiding in his family.

He still has some personal insecurities but for now, he’s pretty content with where his life is.

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HI GUYS, I’M BACK

#the last three months have been a nightmare first my dad got sick and had to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks #Then happened the worst my mom got covid 19 at first she was doing ok but then she got worse and had to be hospitalized for almost a month #those days were the most horrible of my life.#when she was in the hospital and after she left i took care of her...#im not an only child but my brother is far away from home #sadly this is the kind of experience that makes you grow faster #now shes doing FINEEEE #too bad my mom only had one shot of the vaccine when she got the virus #the day when she was supposed to recieve the second shot she was already sick #i got vaccinated just for her I was hesitant before due to my fear of needles. but i did it #anyway guys i hope you all are ok #take care and stay safe #before i would have apologized for my english but como dice el meme no le tengo respeto este idioma lmaoooo #byeeeee #personal

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prof-peach · 3 years

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If you could cross over two of your favorite games, which would you choose? Please explain, why that crossover would be a good match.

Oh you’re going to regret asking this one, I’m bout to GET SERIOUS.

So Pokemon, obvs, I love the whole world it’s built in, but the games imo are REALLY boring, I haven’t enjoyed one a lot since gale of darkness, the main ones just are a little too linear obvious plots, pretty standard setups for story and style. Speaking of style, the games lack personality, the models aren’t animated well, moves have no dynamic energy or visual difference at times, and the turn based battle style just feels kind of, I don’t know, old? Slow? Just doesn’t suit what I enjoy personally, gives me a FInal Fantasy vibe and I just cannot stand the speed at which things happen in those games, plus not into 3rd person ‘let’s build a team of people’ much, but that’s a problem for another time. With this all in mind, the game I wish would happen is like gen20 Pokemon, far future sadly, I doubt I’d see it in my lifetime but god I’d be happy if I did!

Ok so take the newest Zelda graphics, the visual treat that was BOTW, open world, puzzles, not JUST combat, you got side missions, hunt the chickens, find missing pets, parcels, items, whatever. Love it! The horse taming?! Amazing you funky little game. Now take the bad guys and beasts from that. And put Pokemon in instead. Give them the diversity, the life and believable natures that BOTW gave the animals, I followed a frog in BOTW for 15 minutes, and it was a great experience, it felt like it was believable. Above world spawning, ACTUAL difficult gameplay, rare spawn rates, make dragons hard to get again, cmon, it’s too easy now, make it so we need a certain set of Pokemon for certain tasks. Water types big enough to carry you will be able to get you to new areas, rock types that can help you climb mountains faster, or break through blocking boulders. Actual towns with more than 4 houses in them, shops, barns, farms, homes. Like little link with the heat, maybe ice types would struggle in volcano areas, or bug Pokemon not be so comfortable in gale force winds. Give the weather more of an effect on your partners. Mounts, don’t even get me started that Pokemon Let’s go had you able to ride any of the larger species, but swsh did not???? Bitch please, give me my rideable Pokemon. The wild area too was far too closed, limited, online was laggy and a mess, camping is limited, let me do more with my team. Pokemon for me is all about the actual creatures, how they live with humans, and the many wonderful things they’re capable of. Yes of course it’s cool they can fight, but like what else you know?

I’d love a game that lets me buy a plot of land, maybe plant things, custom build things. I’m a sucker for the fallout4 settlement builds when they’re modded to hell and back, they’re fun! It can be a really calm and creative process. If I could do that and skip the main campaign and all the battles for a bit? Amazing, it sound perfect for me. I am that distracted hoe collecting flowers while the kingdom burns in the background. Side quests are everything to me. Let me give homeless people enough money to get them in a home? Let me adopt Pokemon that are stray around the town? Plz oh plz bring me a Pokemon game that allows me to work WITH my team to do more than KO other species. I want to save and buy a plow for my buddy gogoat, and grow amazing foods to sell to get currency to spend in decorations, to spoil my team. Give me actual game consequence, if I ignore that sick and injured Pokemon I find in the wild, later maybe it’s family don’t want to help me out with a different problem, too stricken from grief. I am all about the average bits, the old women who need help, the lost pets board in town, the general day to day stuff. Let me get cosmetic items for the Pokemon I keep, cute outfits, special gemstone items, let me actually live with them, or even feel remotely like they’re realistic.

Ok so in game, if it’s looking like BOTW it’s pretty beautiful but also stylised, I’d have it so you can send out a maximum of 3 Pokemon from your 6, using bumpers and such to throw them out. If you hit the trigger you switch from controlling the human trainer, to the Pokemon you’ve targeted with a standard lock on targeting system. You then can be the leader, but be the Pokemon. You could technically defeat the game without a human if you wanted, which incorporates the mystery dungeon games I think, and caters to that crowd. I’d love to see the use of attacks out of battle, things like using water gun to grow plants, using ember to start a campfire faster and stave off the cold. There’s no consequence to Pokemon anymore, and I think that’s where it’s lost me. I have to admit I miss the days of a poisoned pokemon fainting if you don’t heal them soon enough, I miss gym battles that were actually tough, damn, try picking charmander in red and beating brock without grinding in viridian forest first, it’s not easy. And I loved that. Yes it’s a child’s game, it will never be difficult again, but god it’d be nice to have a bit of a challenge, or maybe a difficulty setting, so some could play it with hostility turned off, great for kids, or you can be n adult like I know so many Pokemon fans are, and play it on expert mode and ACTUALLY have to work hard to beat the game. Alternate skill trees anyone? Train gun a fire type to ACUTALLy combat water moves?? Please! Cmon! It frustrated me that every challenger has pretty much a systematic set of moves to use to win. Grass opponent? Fire attack spam until you win. It’s dull, so at least with very difficult tricks to either find or learn in game would make it more achievable if you can send that fire type in and I don’t know, train them so much the heat evaporates the water mid-battle and you suddenly have a shot at winning. Pokemon has taught me that if you work hard enough you can achieve something, but the games just have such strict ways to win. Feels wrong.

In terms of battling, let us BE the Pokemon, let us learn to dodge, train our speed, train our defence, make a team of truly tough Pokemon instead of just, average? Some species have a cap on their skills, a squirtle has lower stat points than a Charizard, but you can’t ever change that? Let me choose the Pokemon I believe in, and let me work with them until they’re just as good, if not better than the game tanks. This would also make online battles more interesting. Everyone picks the top trio. Fairy, dragon, legendaries. And yknow what? It’s boring. That one IRL fight with the monster Pacharisu that won in the world tournament with follow me and the situs Berry? Unbelievable, I love that little rat so much because of this, so let us all have a chance to build a team that’s strategically viable, strong, and potentially a winner formula, even if they aren’t fully evolved, or the biggest Pokemon in the world. Yeah maybe you have to grind way harder with your unevolved Pokemon, but you get to the end game and win, because you put love and time into species that you enjoy, not just good fighters.

Unfortunately I am beholdent to Todd-idiot-Howard, and I love the Eldrescrolls and fallout games (before they got dumb, not that I don’t play the new ones. 76 I’m looking at you, you big asshole game.) honestly I hate online games, so none of that junk, just a good old fashioned open world sandbox game is plenty. Games for me are an escape from others, not an invitation to socialise. To each their own of course, and I do play online games sometimes, just pretty short lived ones, over watch and rdr2 for example. Would they be sometimes better on private servers? Yes of course, fallout76? Want to play with others? No. I do not. Please leave me alone. And if you buy a private server you’re feeding the monster that is Todd Howard, the man the myth the asshole, then we’ll get more bad games like 76. I just so desperately want the Pokemon company to see what a beautiful potential game they’ve got on their hands, that could be suitable for far greater audiences, but instead they’ve focused on the kids. It’s fine, it’s functional, but it’s lost to the fans from day 1, that are all 20+ years old now and want something meatier to play, something far more broad and inclusive. I also hate that there’s no wheelchair option in any Pokemon game. Like cmon, it’s not hard to include that.

In short, BOTW + Pokemon, with a sprinkle of open world sandbox to it, less fighting, more fun. Or, at least both options. Sure, go fight everything, great, but I want to farm carrots over here with 6sunflora, plz let me have some peace.

Edit: I forgot about harvest moon, chuck some of that in there too.

SECOND EDIT: someone in the comments mentioned to put this in Unova? Plz love yourselves, this game would be ALL MAPS. Stuff one singular location, this is the ideal game, put every map in it, join them, put islands in, make them more explorable, more detailed!

#pokemon #not peach #OOC

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maplecornia · 3 years

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chapter 10

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.24K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: I think the banner is super cute for this one, fitting to the super FLUFFY moments in this chapter ehehehe

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He takes you to a studio.

Though the hallway is simple, another slather of pure white paint, stone, and plaster, the floor a gorgeous light charcoal tile. The door to the studio is beautiful hardwood, a large window of tinted glass embedded within so that you can see a bit inside.

You stare at it with awestruck eyes.

Namjoon doesn't notice your expression at first, turning the knob to the door, and entering.

As he does, you don't move. You don't know if you can.

The studio isn't much, it's very simple when you think about it.

It's spacious, with dark walls and an almost metallic look to it. There are two comfortable chairs located at the soundboard which has a black undertone to them. The table is dark hardwood, even the floor is plated with dark mosaic tile. The recording area on the other side of the massive one-way glass in front of the soundboard has the same black theme, the walls soundproofed with patches of black material.

Though it may seem simple to some, to you, it could not be more beautiful.

This room holds every dream you ever had, everything you had once wanted to be. On the other side of that glass, you would have sung and made the very same music that helped you feel loved and wanted.

As you stand there, awestruck, RM notices that you're not beside him. He pauses, turning around to you, his computer powering on. He looks at you, a bit confused.

“Yen?” at his voice, you break out of your trance and snap your eyes to him. He chuckles a bit before setting down his coffee. “Are you going to come in? It's rude to stand in open doorways.”

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you nod, hurrying in and closing the door shut behind you.

“Yes. I’m sorry I was just…” you trail off, searching for the words to explain, but coming up empty, you fall silent.

Namjoon gives you a look as you stop in the middle of the room, getting that dreamy, glazed-over look in your eyes once more. You seem as though you're afraid to touch anything. Maybe it will ruin the dream, somehow wake you up, when you don't want to be bothered.

“Are you okay?” he inquires, peering deeper into your eyes and tilting his head in a questioning gesture. Once more, the expression on your face disappears and you chuckle nervously.

“Yes, it's just, this doesn't quite feel real.”

“What do you mean?”

“It's always been my dream to come to a place like this.” You murmur, taking a steadying breath as you tentatively run your fingers over the top of the desk. The cool glossed-over granite sends a small shiver down your spine before you pull your hand back to your heart.

Namjoon’s eyes scan your face, searching it, as though it is the most interesting thing in the room right now. If you were to notice, the sight of his intense gaze would cause your heart to beat faster.

“What? A studio?” he inquires. You turn to him and nod, your mouth breaking into a wide grin, as you can’t ignore the pounding of adrenaline in your veins at your excitement.

“Yes. I've dreamed of being in one ever since I was a little girl.” Wistfully, your eyes turn to the one-way glass separating the soundproof from the recording studio.

“I would have sung right there, in front of that microphone. My producers and composers would be behind this glass, giving me pointers and helping me to make the best version of my song possible.” You explain, pointing to the lone microphone in the middle of the room. “But, I never got to live it.”

“What do you mean?” he asks intently, his eyes snapping back to you. You smile sadly and turn away from the glass, raising your tea to your lips. “Why couldn't you pursue your dream?”

“I didn't want to debut as a solo artist.” You answer him, chucking a bit bitterly afterward.

“It's a stupid reason, I know, but in America, there aren't necessarily companies constantly holding new auditions for boy and girl groups, like in Seoul. Normally it was you, on your own. If you wanted to debut as a group, you had to have people you knew willing to do that with you. I didn't have people who would want to do that with me. They all had their dreams, and I had mine. I saw those solo artists perform, and all I could see was how lonely they were up there. I wouldn't be able to do that. I don't think I'd be able to survive, to feel as though I were the only one in the world. As though everything I did or didn't do would define who I was. I wouldn't be strong enough to deal with that on my own.”

He looks at you, silent but understanding. As you raise your eyes to him, almost hesitant, you don't expect to see the sweet, kind smile on his face.

“It's not stupid.” He says, turning to the computer and opening up a few files. “Besides, now you're living it...sort of. How does it feel?”

He pulls back one of the chairs and beckons for you to sit down. You take it, easing yourself into the chair and thankfully finding that nothing disappears.

“Unreal.” You whisper, almost giddy at the sight of the soundboard in front of you. If you were in the recording area, things would get out of hand. He chuckles at your answer and sits down as well, pulling up a demo that he has no doubt been working on.

“You're lucky Yoongi isn't here, he would fuss at you for taking his seat.” He teases, but your eyes go wide and you almost stand up. RM grabs you by the wrist almost as soon as you do and sits you back down in your seat.

“Don't worry, I’m just joking.” You smile, laughing nervously, but continue to sit on the edge of the chair.

“Is he here?” you ask, trying to make sure you aren't overstepping any boundaries. Namjoon shakes his head in response, adjusting things on the soundboard.

“He was supposed to be but got called away for another project. He’s still a producer after all, and was only helping me a bit with this demo.” He explains. Relaxing, you sit back, nodding.

He proceeds to play with the soundboard as though it were some secret language only he knew, and you watch him, trying to study how it works. He pushes up a button there, twists a knob here, all the while clicking continuously on his computer.

“Is this what you got from your studio?” you inquire, and he turns toward you. As you glance up at him, your eyes meet before he turns back to the computer, and nods.

“Yep. I've been working on this for quite some time now, but can't seem to get the sound right. It's strange because I already have the lyrics for it, but one part just doesn't seem to flow.” You watch as his cursor highlights one part of his track and he pulls a pair of headphones off from the console. Drawing away from his computer, he turns to you. He offers them to you in a questioning gesture.

“Do you want to hear?” he asks and you nod, reaching for them.

Instead, he places them securely on your head, and your hands go up quickly to readjust it to your liking. As they do, your hands touch his as they pull away, for a small moment. It sends a shock through your body, and you can hardly look him in the eye as your face grows hot.

He, however, can't take his eyes off you. As you glance up at him with that innocent, confused gaze, he has to quickly turn away. His hand raises to his mouth, as though that would hide it from your curious orbs.

“Are you ready?” he asks softly, hoping that would cover up his slight embarrassment.

“Yes.”

Complying, he clicks the play button and after a small sound of silence, the music begins, soft and steady. It has a peaceful beat to it, one that calms you and makes you smile. Closing your eyes, you tap your hands over the headphones, almost as if to press the music deeper into your mind. As it progresses, the music grows faster and you can hear a woman's voice in the background vocalizing.

Opening your eyes, remembering that this should be where RM is having trouble, you can hear the music begin to transition, as though a record were stopping at the end of its song.

You can see where RM is having trouble.

The music that comes next is too fast, too different from the beginning of the track, it holds no consistency. Once it fades out, back to the calm and quiet track, you pull off the headphones, pondering what to tell him.

You know that he wants your opinion, but you don't want to be disrespectful.

“Well? Any suggestions?” he asks, holding your gaze with persistent eyes.

“May I?” you request, gesturing to the computer, and he nods, switching places with you. You have enough experience with software such as this that you know what you're doing.

“You see this area right here? I feel as though that's where the sound starts to sound a bit off. It's not necessarily that the beat is bad, it's perfect. However, in this area, it doesn't flow like the rest of the song.” As you play the area you're talking about, you hardly notice how close Namjoon moves to you, peering at the screen.

Your bodies are mere inches apart, his heat making your back warm. It's comforting, as though there is someone behind you whom you can trust.

“You see?” you say once it stops playing, turning and finding your face inches away from him. As he peers at the screen with narrowed, focused eyes he doesn’t notice you staring.

He's so close that you can see the deep brown of his eyes, the product in his soft hair, and the smoothness of his cheeks. The comforting warmth immediately changes into something else. Swallowing hard, you tear your gaze away. Pressing your hands to your cheeks, you try to cool them down, and silently wonder if he can hear how fast your heart is beating.

Honestly...how could Korea ever call this man ugly?

“What would you suggest we can do to change it?” he asks, glancing down at you just as you raise your eyes to the screen, trying to ignore your pounding heart.

“I think that maybe if you used the same piano accompaniment in the beginning after the transition, then that would satisfy the need for consistency while keeping the original sound of the track.” You suggest, looking at him for approval.

He doesn't answer at first, instead, he reaches across you, carrying out your task. Swallowing hard, you freeze, afraid to make the tiniest movement and accidentally touch him.

He doesn't notice, his turn to be entranced in his work, and you're thankful for it. You try to inconspicuously hide your face from him, missing your baggy clothes. Normally the giant sleeves would be enough to mask your blush, but now you only have the comfort of your small hands against your cheeks. Once he's done, he pulls back, gesturing for you to play it.

“Let's see if this works.” He murmurs, almost hopeful. You nod, pressing the mouse and intentionally avoiding eye contact with him until your heart has calmed down. The beginning of the song starts once again, helping to calm your nerves and you feel at ease once more.

You weren't aware there would be so little personal space when you first walked into the BigHit building.

When it comes to the particular area in the song, you're surprised to find that your idea worked. The small part no longer sounds out of place and it flows with the rest of the song. It still needs some tuning, but you solved his problem.

“Woah…” Kim Namjoon mutters, and you turn to him, finding surprise and a sort of pride in his expression.

“That’s incredible.” His eyes turn from the screen to rest on you laughing softly.

“Did you know that you're incredible? It's such a simple fix, such a simple error. Something we couldn’t pick up, and you…” he runs his hand over his face, staring at the computer screen with an unbelievable expression before turning his eyes to you once more. “I guess what they say about fresh ears is true.”

You blush at the pride, trying to ignore it, act like you did nothing at all, which you didn't. With him looking at you that way, however, it's hard not to feel vital, somehow important to this song.

“So!” you say, sitting straight in your chair and turning to him. “What do we do next?”

“What to do next….” he ponders on the thought before his eyes widen as though remembering something.

He curses under his breath, checking his watch. Immediately, he pulls back from the soundboard, and heads to the door, beckoning for you to follow him. You hurry to your feet, taking his coffee and your tea before scuttling after him.

“Where are we going?” you call out, having to jog to reach his side. He doesn't answer you, just mutters incomprehensible things under his breath.

You keep quiet behind him, understanding that he's stressed out. Sometimes it's just better to keep silent to show that you understand. You do that for him now, just follow him as he leads you back to Mon Studio, retrieving a few things and pocketing them in a backpack.

You wait for him near the entrance by your satchel, where you left it safe before.

As he finishes and begins to search for something, his phone rings and he curses once more. He rolls his eyes in annoyance as he pulls it out from his pocket.

“Yes?” he snaps.

As he presumes to continue packing, he beckons you for help. You comply, setting down the drinks before packing away the papers, pens, and flash drives into his pack.

“Han, I know I’m late, okay? I was in the middle of something.” Turning from you, he snags a mask off from a small hook on his wall. He shoves that into his jacket, before rummaging through his desk drawers, searching for something.

Han?

“Yes, I understand that it's an important meeting, I am trying my best to get there.” As you finish packing, he turns to you, whispering glasses, and you nod, beginning to search for them as well. He continues talking incomprehensibly on the phone, just as you spy the glasses. You snatch them, presenting them miraculously to him. He smiles at your ecstatic expression, taking them and placing them on his hat securely.

“Okay. Yes, I understand. Alright, I’ll see you soon.” With that, he ends the call, sighing as he places his phone back in his pocket and turns to you.

“I'm sorry about all that, I forgot I had to go to a meeting out of Yongsan-dong today and lost track of time.” He explains. You nod, understanding as he begins to position his mask on his face. “I was hoping to teach you the ropes a bit more, but I guess that will have to wait till tomorrow. Speaking of which, do you know what time to get here?”

“Yes. I'm supposed to get here around 7:30 am so that I’m ready.”

“Ready with what?” you smirk at his little question game before answering.

“Your schedule and coffee. You'll text me if you want me to get coffee for the other members. You'll also text me if I’m supposed to meet you in another place besides your studio. For now, I’ll be able to find any place in the building on the map you gave me.” He nods mutely as you recite your duties like a soldier. Once you're finished, he zips up his backpack and hikes it on his shoulder.

“Good. you'll be able to get the schedule from the receptionist at the front desk every morning. You'll also be accompanying me to every meeting, practice, or recording I have unless otherwise specified.” You nod in agreement, watching as he turns around in a circle seeming to search for something.

“Where did I…” reading his mind, you turn to the place where you put the drinks and hand him his coffee.

“Here you go.” You say, and he smiles, laughing at himself for his absentmindedness. He takes it from you, your hands making slight contact, but this time it isn't shocking. It's familiar, almost brotherly, makes you feel secure and comforted.

“Is there anything else I need to do?”

“Yes, actually if you could clean up my studio and the one we were working in, that would be a great help. You remember where it is right?” you nod, and he nods in return, turning to the door.

“After that, you'll be able to go home, I hope tomorrow I’ll be able to teach you more.” As he opens the door and steps outside, you bow to him, respectfully.

“Thank you, Mr. Kim. Once more, I apologize for being so late.” After a moment, you raise your head and find him staring at you with an unreadable expression. His soft brown eyes remind you of a wistful puppy. You tilt your head in confusion at the look, wondering what he could be thinking in that vast brain of his.

“Mr. Kim?”

“You don't need to do that.” He murmurs, as though he's talking half to himself.

“What?” you inquire, trying to make sure you heard him right. He turns fully to you, repeating himself once more, this time a bit louder for you to hear.

“You don't have to be so formal. I know everyone else does it, but you don't have to.”

You blink at him blankly.

“Jaejin never used them either. I guess it's easier to drop the formalities and work with someone who feels as though they’re a friend.” He explains, flashing a small smile your way. “I hope that won't be too hard.”

“Oh! Oh no! Not at all!” you say quickly, shaking your head vigorously.

“It makes it a bit easier on me, actually. Using honorifics can be a bit confusing.” You chuckle a bit and his smile grows wider, softening at the tips.

“Goodbye, Yen.” He says, turning away once more, before pausing and peeking over his shoulder at you as though he forgot something. “By the way, Jaejin was right."

"About what?" you ask, a bit confused, but all he does is smile.

"I'm glad he chose you as his replacement.”

The sweet phrase leaves you standing there frozen, unable to mutter a goodbye.

He chuckles to himself at the expression, placing his sunglasses on his nose before walking out of the room and down the hallway.

It takes you a moment, but once he’s gone, you shake out of your trance, your heart pounding deep in your chest.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” You whisper to yourself, holding your hand to your heart as you drop the honorific.

Crossing that barrier that turns you from a co-worker into his friend.

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: so...ship or skip?

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gracestone · 2 years

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So one of my friends did a Gina cosplay a on New Year’s Day. What a way to start the new year ya know? Enjoying a new year dressed as your favorite character like there is literally no harm in that at all…or so we thought because of course R*na’s found it and start bashing her, calling her, crazy, messed up, body shaming her, telling her to get a job, weird, wrong, and bunch of other horrible things. It was a whole thread of re-quotes and it was a good 40 people who were bashing her. Since when is cosplaying seen as something crazy?! Its something that makes people happy. I’ve seen people who did a very good job grow famous for awhile because of how good it was. Why do they have to continue to take the joy of something we do and make it bad. They really cannot stay in their lanes and it sucks. Like that video literally hurts no one and it shouldn’t have been blown out of proportion like that. I bought Gina’s 2.12 outfit and I’m terrified to show it off because of this very reason because I know what’s going to happen because there is no escape from them and it’s sad. I’m fuming right now and my heart is pounding and I didn’t expect this BS when I joined and it’s hard even when we block the people they still find a way onto our pages with the same hurtful stuff. They make fake pages, come onto our pages and take whatever they see on our stuff and take it to Twitter. How do you do this…

I'm so sorry that happened to your friend, anon. I know exactly who you're talking about because I've seen some of that around on Twitter. And I'm so sorry that these antis' hatefulness has made you feel insecure about doing something that should only bring you joy and make you feel more confident about yourself.

Sadly, I don't think there's a way for us to change these antis' behaviour. But that doesn't mean we can't reclaim our own spaces and make them feel safe again for us. Because while we can't change their behaviour, we can change the way we respond to it and how we view their words and actions. So here's my advice on how to deal with all antis and online bullies, regardless of what fandom they're from [DISCLAIMER: when I talk about antis, I'm talking about people who talk and behave in specific negative ways. This isn't referring to any fandom as a whole.]:

Keep blocking them. All of them. On here, on Twitter, on TikTok, everywhere you have an online space. I know you feel like this isn't helping much or solving the problem, but that doesn't make it any less important to keep curating your online experience and to keep setting that boundary. If you have to, run a block chain on their followers page on Twitter so you also block all of their followers. It's an important preventative measure that can make your own space on Twitter a lot safer. I know this block chain extension hasn't been updated for a few years and some users do run into issues with it (check the reviews for issues and solutions), but I have a few friends who've used it and they had a pretty good experience with it.

Don't engage with them. Ever. Which I know can be pretty difficult when they are attacking you personally. I totally get feeling the need to defend yourself. But trust me: engaging with their hatefulness won't fix anything. They're not willing to listen to you, thrive on the attention, and will only use you talking to them as an opportunity to further attack you and twist your words. If they respond to your tweets, block them. If they quote tweet you, block them even faster. Quote tweeting is just a way for them to get validation from their echo chambers and set their followers after you. That should result in an instant block from you. Just don't engage with them, period. It's not worth it. Don't even make any indirects about them. If you need to vent, do it in the DMs with friends or on your private. Never give them the satisfaction of thinking that their words got to you. They don't deserve to have any kind of power over you. I would also encourage you to focus on posting positive stuff about your own ship and to stay away from posting negativity about ships you don't like, but that's up to you. You can use your online space in any way you want. But I do think it's safer to not post about R*na in a negative way, simply because many of these antis see that as a personal attack and will encourage their followers to come after you. Though the one upside of that is that it'll give you an easy blocklist. But in general, it's healthier for you to focus on the things that bring you joy.

Report their hateful tweets that violate Twitter's guidelines. As I said, there's no point in engaging with them. If you see them crossing a line, report them and let Twitter take care of it.

Stop checking their accounts and the tags and searches on Twitter. If you feel like their words negatively impact you, don't expose yourself to even more of it. Stick to your own curated timeline that has content that you actually enjoy. Don't even look at their accounts after you blocked them. It doesn't matter if they're talking about you or not. You don't need to know that, because their words aren't a reflection on you. Let them stew in their own negativity. We don't need to spend any time and energy on that. Take care of your own mental health.

Most importantly: always remember that their hateful words don't actually say anything about you, but they say everything about who they are. I know this is easier said than done, but it's essential that you keep reminding yourself of this. You know that you've done nothing wrong. So when you see them being that hateful to you or others, don't look at it as words that say something about you or your friends. Look at it as a bunch of insecure people stuck in an echo chamber of negativity, who have nothing better to do with their lives than cyberbullying others who disagree with them on something as trivial as a ship. They can't even stand behind their hateful words or attempts at making other shippers insecure when they don't have their echo chamber to back them up. As evidenced by how they never engage with me on here off anon. Their words are not to be believed. If anything, we should pity them for being stuck in such an unhealthy mindset that's slowly turning them into awful people. We can only hope that they eventually grow out of that mindset and look back on this time in their lives with shame. Bullies don't speak the truth, they just deflect their own insecurities onto others and try to cause pain so they don't have to think about their own issues. In this case, they feel insecure about their ship, so they try to make Portwell shippers feel even more insecure than they feel in order to avoid having to come to terms with their own ship not happening on the show. They can't win in canon, so they try to win in the fandom by shutting down opposing shippers, any way they can. They're unhappy, so they want us to be unhappy too, and they'll just keep throwing stuff at opposing shippers until something sticks. It's not really about you, it's about them. And once you're able to really see that, their words can't reach you anymore, because you can see the insecurity that hides behind those words.

Follow my advice, treat others the way you want to be treated, and keep doing what makes you happy, anon! Cosplaying is a wonderful hobby and I for one applaud you and your friend for having the courage and confidence to do it! I'm not someone who's very comfortable with putting photos of herself online, so I admire that you do have that confidence ❤️

Don't give these hateful and quite frankly pathetic people any power over you. They're not worth your time and energy. Focus on the positive people in your life, who encourage and empower you. Focus on the friends you have in this fandom. Focus on the positive feedback you get on the things you put out there, whether it's cosplay videos, edits, headcanons, etc. Being in a fandom isn't about engaging with the fandom as a whole. It's about finding your group of like-minded people and enjoying a story together. I promise you'll be a lot happier in your online spaces if you limit the amount of content you see to positive content from people you trust.

#fandom discourse #ask

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accessibleaesthetics · 3 years

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Regular screen reader users listen to their screen readers at the same speed you read words on a page. Obviously, that varies a from person to person (I genuinely think I visually only read 150-200 wpm, though I can’t listen to a screen reader speak any faster than 93 wpm without struggling a bit since I am not an every day user), but if it’s someone who is comfortable reading faster than that (or becomes comfortable with it), that’s generally the speed they will listen to their screen reader at. For an idea of what that kind of speed sounds like, take a listen to this recording of a screen reader. Unless you are an experienced screen reader user who is naturally a fairly quick reader, that probably sounds like gibberish to you (it certainly does to me!). But for some people, it’s completely comprehensible.

For another example, here is a an article about a blind software developer, Tuukka Ojala, who tends to listen to his screen reader at 450 wpm. The article includes audio files showing examples (it sounds similar to the first link to me, but again, you might be able to make more distinctions if you have more experience with this speed of speech.)

This is all part of the reason that narration is important, but not a valid substitute for accessible text on a page (assuming the latter is also provided for sighted users). Because for users that are accustomed to reading at 450 wpm, your typical narration is painfully slow to listen to.

Finally, the article mentions that this particular software developer used to use screen readers before software correctly interrupted language properties on a page (and likely before many web developers set the language properties correctly on their web pages). This article from WebAIM has some great examples of what an incorrectly set language property can sound like. The audio example they provide is a paragraph of English text with its language property set to lang="cs" (it’s telling the screen reader to read using Czech language rules).

If you take a listen to that, I’m sure you’ll be as horrified as I was about the fact that Tuukka Ojala actually had to grow accustomed to listening to English text with his computer’s default language property (the rules of Finnish). If you are ever setting up a web page, remember to give it a default language! You can also code certain segments in different languages if need be. Sadly, I don’t know of a way to do this on a tumblr post.

#screen readers #resources #reference

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the-last-airblender · 3 years

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Chapter 5: The Siege (part 2)

This is part of the Run series, check out part 1 here and the masterlist with the previous chapters here

Notes: here’s part two!

You whirl around, ready to grab your hidden throwing knives, but then see it's Hal.

He raises his hands and smiles hesitantly. 'It's just me.'

'Sorry.' You let out a sigh of relief and smile back. 'It's not like I can stab you right now, anyway.'

Hal chuckles and walks over to the balustrade, leaning against one of the small columns supporting the domed roof. The corners between the columns and the cupola are adorned with intricate stone wickerwork, just like the balustrade, which you can therefore partly see through. These graceful patterns seem to be almost the only thing not made out of volcanic rock; where the interior walls are mostly plastered white, the rest of the three-storey house has a red-gray tone that blends in nicely with the landscape.

'How are you feeling? People saw you running upstairs as if your life depended on it.'

You look up and silently curse your lack of subtlety.

'I really needed some fresh air', you sigh. 'I think the pastry from earlier didn’t agree with me. But I’m feeling better now.' You give him a warm smile. 'Thank you.'

'We can stay out here for a while', Hal suggests. 'This is my favorite place in the whole building, actually. Or, well, outside the building, I suppose.'

You chuckle and you’re inclined to agree, but then you remember why you’re here in the first place and shake your head.

'As beautiful as this view is, I came here to party', you say.

He gallantly offers you his arm, grinning broadly. 'Very well, m'lady. Let's party.'

'Hurry up, purge the drives', the imperial scientist commands the colleague next to him.

Both are hurriedly pressing all kinds of buttons on the control panel, but a few seconds later the blasterfire sounds too close for his liking and when he looks up, the intruders are rapidly approaching them and he quickly grabs his own weapon.

'Destroy it!', he yells to his buddy, who also takes out his blaster and desperately starts firing at the panel. Then he hears his colleague fall to the ground and he fires a few more shots in the direction of the strangers, but to no avail. A well-aimed shot hits his chest and he falls over the panel like a bag of salt.

An eerie silence falls over the room as Din and his companions slowly walk past the cabins embedded in the wall. The four of them have placed enough explosives to destroy the entire base with Karga's detonator, but their element of surprise is lost. Din has already given you the signal to start a fire in the villa.

Blue light illuminates their confused and horrified faces. The cabins seem to be filled with a certain cloudy liquid and Din can only just make out the faint contours of motionless figures floating in it. He doesn't know what’s in there, but it certainly isn’t human. A chill runs down his spine.

'I thought you said this was a forward operating base', he says.

'I thought it was', Karga mumbles.

Dune stares at one of the cabins, her face dark. 'No, this isn't a military operation.' She looks up to the others. 'This is a lab. We need to get into the system and figure out what's going on.'

Mythrol starts to protest, but Karga interrupts him. 'Do it!'

Din looks from the cabins to the half-destroyed panel. The scientists had been very intent on destroying their data. What kind of research could possibly be so important?

'I don't like this', he announces to no one in particular.

'Pardon me.’ Mythrol gently pushes the scientist's body, which still hangs over the panel, to the side until it slides to the ground with a thud. Then he starts pushing buttons, hoping to get at least something out of the burnt device. For a moment it looks like the scientist succeeded in wrecking it, but then a small hologram pops up and the figure of a man with glasses starts talking. Din immediately recognizes the doctor to whom he initially delivered the child.

‘-replicated the results of the subsequent trials, which also resulted in catastrophic failure’, the doctor says. ‘There were promising effects for an entire fortnight, but then, sadly, the body rejected the blood. I highly doubt we'll find a donor with a higher M-count, though. I recommend that we suspend all experimentation. I fear that the volunteer will meet the same regrettable fate if we proceed with the transfusion. Unfortunately, we have exhausted our initial supply of blood. The Child is small, and I was only able to harvest a limited amount without killing him. If these experiments are to continue as requested, we would again require access to the donor. I will not disappoint you again, Moff Gideon. '

The message ends and an ominous feeling creeps over the Mandalorian. He looks from Dune to Karga.

'This must be an old transmission. Moff Gideon is dead,' he says, partly to reassure himself, but panic is already stirring in his chest.

Mythrol hardly dares to look at him. 'No. This recording is three days old.'

'If Gideon's alive, then...'

He doesn't get to finish his sentence.

'Over there!', a stormtrooper shouts from the hallway.

Blasterfire erupts from both sides and the man falls to the ground, but he didn’t come alone.

'We have them!', shouts another to his colleagues.

'I need to get to the kid', Din says hastily.

'Jet back, you're faster that way', Karga shouts over the sound of the shots. 'We'll head to the speeder and meet you in town!'

The Mandalorian nods and runs down a nearby hallway. Now he just needs to find the way out.

You're in the middle of your second dance with Hal when you get Din's signal. Because of the music, you can only understand half of it, but that’s all you need. Time to set this place ablaze.

On the way here you had worried about making any fire at all, since you didn’t have a lighter on you, but upon entering the mansion, the solution had immediately presented itself: candles had been placed on the balustrade of the second floor, inbetween each column, providing nice mood lighting. They certainly create atmosphere, but also an opportunity: with so many candles in the building, no one would be too surprised about a fire.

'All that twisting makes me sick', you shout in Hal's ear. 'I'm going to get some fresh air again. Be right back.'

'Wait, I'm coming with you', he says.

'I'd really prefer to go alone. Recharge my social battery, you know', you say quickly, planting a kiss on his cheek, hoping that will prevent any further protests. He opens his mouth and closes it again, flustered by the gesture, and you turn to walk away. Immediately, you bump into a person dressed in blue and you start to apologize, but then you see who it is.

'May I steal your friend here from you for a second?', Mayweather asks his son with a smile.

Before Hal can answer, however, the man has already put his arm through yours and is somewhat forcefully leading you away from the loud music.

'I almost didn't recognize you, lady Signas', he says without looking at you, pulling you to the side of the courtyard, towards the shadow of the overhanging balustrade. His body language still radiates the perfect, calm host, but the undertone in his voice is not lost on you and your heart is pounding so loudly that you have to make an effort to understand him. You pray to Dedis that he doesn't feel your trembling.

‘Then again, it has been years since I last saw you and you've certainly grown up a lot. But I'd recognize Duuganise wedding attire anywhere. I was at your father's wedding, remember?'

'No', you mutter as you reach the shadows, unable to stop your voice from shaking.

'Ah, I suppose you were very young at the time', Mayweather continues calmly, as if the two of you are just talking about the weather. 'His wife looked beautiful that day, almost as beautiful as you. What's her name again?'

He still holds your arm in a tight grip, even though you’re standing still now. To the other guests, it must seem as if the host is just having a friendly conversation with his guest.

You swallow and answer: 'Avlin.'

'Avlin, right', he nods. 'Did she do this?' He points to the paint on your arms and the lump growing in your throat prevents you from doing anything more than shake your head. 'No? Must have been your aunt, then. Always liked her. She's a very strong woman. Isn't it her son you married?'

All your instincts scream the same: he knows. Yet you cling to the last glimmer of hope for his ignorance and nod in agreement.

'That's right', you force yourself to add.

Then a guard appears from the corridor near you. He looks around and when he spots Mayweather, he comes up to him and whispers something in his ear. You're too busy panicking to hear him, but deep down you already know what news the guard is bringing. You’d heard shots when Din gave you the signal.

'Is that so?', Mayweather says with an unmistakably icy tone in his voice.

He looks down on you and you avoid his gaze. The grip on your arm tightens even more.

'I was wondering where you left that Mandalorian friend of yours.'

Your heart drops and you don’t fight him when he harshly drags you to the hallway. You’re led through a couple of wooden doors until you arrive in a mostly empty room where the festivities and the music can no longer be heard. The next moment you’re thrown against the wall and you fall to the stone floor with a pained cry.

'So what was your plan here, huh?', Mayweather begins, resting his hands on his knees and looking down at you as if you’re a naughty child. Every trace of kindness has now completely disappeared from his demeanor. 'They infiltrate the base while you stay up here and do… what, exactly?'

You push yourself into a sitting position and stubbornly stare at him, not planning to tell him anything about your intentions. For the time being, he doesn't seem to be aware of your affinity for knives or the ones still strapped to your legs. Whether he never knew or forgot, you can’t be sure, but once again you have to be smart about when to reveal your hidden weapons.

'One of my men did report a missing key, sir', suggests the brown-haired guard standing in the doorway. Mayweather raises an eyebrow and looks from him to you.

'I assume you're responsible for that, then', he concludes. ‘Certainly explains how they got in without the alarm going off. I should have known you were up to no good when I first noticed you, considering what you did back home. I should have put you on a ship and sent you back to Duugan the first chance I got. Guess I could still do that. But first I wanna know this: what are your friends planning on achieving down there, little girl?'

You don't answer and before you can blink, he slaps you across the face hard enough to make stars dance before your eyes. You can't hold back a scream as you lose your balance for a second. Your cheek burns painfully and anger rises in you.

Oh, this asshole is gonna pay.

You’re just about to grab a knife when Mayweather's next words stop you.

'What do we have here?'

He looks at something on the floor next to you and when you follow his gaze, your heart skips a beat.

Your earphone fell out of your ear.

In the silence that falls, a voice can be heard coming out of it, but you can only make out your name.

'Damn, my son sure is a bad judge of character', he sighs.

Before you can stop him, he plants his boot on top of the device and with a pathetic cracking sound your connection with the Mandalorian is severed.

Your scream echoes in Din’s head long after the connection is lost. He rushes through the long metal corridors, but every now and then he gets held up by alarmed stormtroopers. His instincts are screaming for him to fly to the child as quickly as possible. The news of Moff Gideon's survival scares him more than he'd like to admit and he can't wait to get to the Crest and leave this planet. But a little voice tugs on his conscience as he finally sees sunlight in the distance. The plan was that you would be picked up by Mythrol's speeder, but as always, the plan has long fallen apart. The sound of his heavy boots resounds through the hallway as he runs towards the light. He's not gonna leave you behind.

Panting, you run down the hall, as fast as your legs can carry you. Suddenly the road in front of you is blocked and you shoot into a side corridor, which turns out to lead back to the party. However, screams behind you tell you that the guards won't be afraid to just chase you there too. They underestimated you once and it cost them dearly, but they won't do that again.

You keep running under the balustrade while the rest of the guests let out cries of excitement and confusion, and you shoot up the stairs for the third time today. Your bun has come undone and the remnants flutter in the wind when you turn right twice without really knowing why. Once in the narrow hallway you realize what a stupid decision that was, but you can't go back. Wide-eyed, you slam against the balcony balustrade, wildly looking for a way out, but there isn't one. You're trapped.

Running footsteps echo behind you and you turn, half expecting to get shot right away, but much to your surprise it’s Hal who’s the first to reach the balcony, followed closely by the guards. The poor boy struggles to stop the enraged men, his face all confused.

'Wait, wait!', he shouts as you climb the balustrade in a desperate escape attempt. 'What are you doing?! Get down, I'm sure there's been some kind of misunderstanding... '

The Zabrak guard from earlier steps past him, his blaster pointed at you.

'Get back here', he barks.

'Stay there!', you shout, now standing upright, with your face towards them and holding on to the pillar next to you, still not really knowing what the hell you’re doing. You nervously glance down at the pass.

'Please, we can work this out', Hal begs.

The guards are staying where they are for now, no doubt because they want to bring you in alive and make you pay for the death of their commander and the injuring of their boss. You shoot the boy an apologetic look, but your cockyness has returned.

'You know, sometimes it is a good idea to look up a lady's dress', you tell the guards dryly.

And with a smug smile on your face, you let go of the column, salute them and let yourself fall off the balcony.

The sheer drop twists your insides to the point where you can't even scream and as the strong wind blows through your dress while gravity pulls you towards a painful death on the rocky floor meters below you, you immediately regret your decision; out of the corner of your eye, you see the black-and-metal-y blur that is the Mandalorian, who you saw flying in your general direction when you looked down.

And then you plummet right past him.

You finally manage to make a yelping sound as you start frantically flapping your limbs around in a desperate attempt to spontaneously grow wings and fly away from the rocks that are getting bigger and bigger by the second. Your now completely undone hairdo half clouds your vision when the realization hits you: in a few seconds, you're gonna hit the floor. If you're lucky, you'll be dead on impact. If Yris is in a particularly bad mood today, you'll survive but break every bone in your body. A strange calmness suddenly drowns out all your panic and time seems to slow down as you close your eyes and let your now useless body travel the last meters towards the ground.

When a strong force knocks the wind out of your lungs, you prepare yourself for the pain, but it wasn't rocks that hit you. It was beskar and muscles.

You open your eyes and see how Din awkwardly moves one of his arms from your waist to your knees to lift up your legs and thereby switch to a position he can actually hold long enough. You fly up into the sky again and as you rise above the hills, poorly aimed blaster shots fly right past you. Din seems to be too busy keeping both of you in the air to worry about it, rightfully relying on his beskar.

'Are you insane?!', he growls angrily.

With one arm you clamp to him and with the other you grab his blaster from the holster.

'Possibly', you shout back, looking past him and firing a few shots at the balcony, making sure not to aim at Hal. The guards duck and cease fire, and soon you’re too far away to get hit. You put the weapon back and you silently let yourself get flown back to the city. It’s all you can do to not ponder on the fact that the Mandalorian is literally carrying you in his arms like some kind of damsel in distress. Admittedly, you were very much in distress when you were falling from the balcony. You can feel his body heat and the strong muscles of his arms around your waist and legs and for some reason you feel like you’re in the safest place in the universe. Finally able to catch your breath, you let your head rest against his breastplate.

When you’ve almost reached the Razor Crest, the relative silence is rudely disrupted by a series of blasts, and you look over his shoulder at the fireballs rising up from the pass and the mansion. To your relief, you see that the guests are already outside, but that relief disappears as soon as you see thin shapes flying through the sky. Not birds, but Tie Fighters. You recognize them from a book and immediately realize that Karga, Dune and Mythrol are in trouble.

'They're being chased!', you shout. 'Tie Fighters are shooting at them!'

Din lands right next to his ship and hastily puts you down on the ground. He whirls around and sees that you’re right. He goes to move, but you’re one step ahead of him.

'Start the engines', you order. 'I'll get the kid.'

Before he can protest, you run into town.

A wild chase and a lot of shooting later, the Crest is flying safely over the city gate again, where Karga and the others are standing by the speeder and looking up at the ship. Din is just using his cape to wipe away the strange, mint-blue stuff the child spit out after the last looping, when Karga's voice sounds over the comm.

'That was some pretty impressive flying, Mando. Aren't you gonna let me buy you a drink?'

'Sorry', Din replies. 'We gotta hit the road before Gideon catches wise.'

'Well, good luck flying, my friend.'

Karga’s voice fades away and for a moment, a blessed silence falls over the cockpit. When the Crest leaves the atmosphere and Din has entered the coordinates for Qalla-knows-where, he turns to you. By now, the green color has disappeared from your face, but you’re pretty sure that you’d looked a lot like the child just now.

'I don't want to drag you into the whole Gideon business', he says. 'I can drop you off on any planet you like.'

After today's events, you're too tired to ask what that whole Gideon business is.

'Seems like we keep dragging each other into our businesses.' You laugh wearily. 'I don't mind. It's not like I have anywhere to go. So I wouldn't be against sticking around for a bit. You know, if you'll have me.'

You immediately regret your words, realizing that he was probably giving you a subtle hint, and you want to back out, but he answers before you can.

'Fine.'

He turns back to the controls and that's that. You blink slowly. That was easy. You decide to think about it later and you make a quarter turn in your chair and pull your knees against you, planning on getting some well-deserved shuteye. It’s not exactly comfortable, but you’re not complaining. Sleep is all that matters right now.

'You can take the bed', Din suddenly says, without looking up. 'It's next to the bathroom.'

You force yourself to protest. 'But that's yours! You should get some sleep as well.'

'I have some things I need to take care of.' When you still don't move, he adds: 'You need it more than I do. Go.'

You lack the energy to protest any further and you get up from your chair. At the sliding doors, you look back at him for a second. You’re no idiot, you’re fully aware that he just lied to you. The question is: why? An ancient instinct deep within you calls the answer, but you refuse to give in to it.

For now, anyway.

You leave the cockpit and climb down the stairs. That bed does sound great right now.

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curewhimsy · 3 years

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Plans for “Sparkling Water!”

“Free! Iwatobi Swim Club But With College-Age WLW, Starring My OC Rhona Aequor.”

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(The pools all across the area are initially closed because of a breakout of mysterious water-born bacteria in the area.) ———

The still water surrounds and envelopes my body... My heartbeat, in sync with the ripples... Secluded, within the vast blue yonder... I am once more in a sober repose, my quiet home beneath the waves... Rhona Aequor opened her eyes. She looked up from her notebook with a sigh that echoed off the walls. Immediately, she was plucked right out of her aquatic wonderland, and was now back in her cramped college dorm bathroom, in the tub, on a sweltering day in June. The nostalgic, summery sound of cicadas chirping from outside the window filled her ears... It was so utterly annoying. So far, her summer writing project was half-way done. All Rhona’s poems, however, were about the same thing. Something she yearned for, that she just couldn’t get off her mind lately... Water. Sitting in the narrow, shallow bathtub with her swimsuit on to remedy the fact that all the local pools were closed, Rhona wanted nothing more than to dive into a big pool and swim to her heart’s content, drowning all her troubles away in cold and slightly stale chlorine water... Rhona put her notebook aside, filled the bathtub with even more cool water—as high as it could go without spilling over the edges, and submerged herself in. It just wasn’t the same. Rhona brought her face out of the water to find her current roommate and friend since high school, Isabel, greeting her. She had a dark complexion, yet slightly lighter than Rhona’s, dark wavy hair, and a round face. She preferred to be called Isa. “Rhona, how long are you going to sulk in the bathtub?” Isabel said. “We only have one bathroom, you know!” Rhona didn’t answer. She was close enough with Isa to know that she knew what she was thinking. “You’re pretty funny, you know, Rhona?” Isa began to laugh. “You’re like a mermaid or something.” Rhona briskly shook her head, drops of cool water flinging off her short hair and onto her face and every surface. It was a sensation she loved. Beads of water splashed on Isa in the process. “Hey!” Isa said, her shirt now damp. “Well, how about this, Rhona? If you want water that badly, there’s supposedly a secret indoor diving well somewhere in the abandoned part of campus.” Rhona’s intense blue eyes grew double their size at Isabel’s words. “Rumor has it that it’s twenty feet deep, and very broad, for both diving and swimming laps. It would be perfect for you, Rhona, since you love to dive under!” Isa looked at Rhona, whose aqua eyes were now sparkling. She could tell how excited Rhona was about the vast 20-foot-deep secret pool. It amused her to see. “But there’s just one thing...” Isabel continued. “It’s said the diving well was closed down because it contains a curse!” Rhona cupped her hands in eagerness. “What sort of curse do you mean?” Rhona asked. “I don’t really know, but it sounds exciting, doesn’t it?” Isa exclaimed. “How about you get out of the tub and we’ll go and look for it together!” Rhona normally refused to follow along with Isabel’s outlandish and eccentric ideas of having fun. The ideas would range having a ketchup packet fight in McDonald’s at midnight while dressed in panda onesies and filming it, to simply buying twenty boxes of macaroni and cheese and leaving them in random places around campus (like in urinals.) But this was an idea that Rhona agreed with. A mysterious abandoned pool? To Rhona Aequor, a pool was a pool. And if it was a pool, she had to be in it. ——— (They meet Luana there alone, who claims the pool is her secret hangout...) (Luana challenges Rhona to a 10-lap swimming race using only freestyle... and whoever wins can swim there. Things get oddly intense.) (Luana had always thought she was the top swimmer on campus... until she witnesses Rhona, the mysterious low-profile expert of all things relating to water.) (Luana is impressed at Rhona’s swimming skill, her speed, and graceful form as she glides ahead of her. Luana gets flustered, but has to hide it to maintain her tough persona. Luana starts getting oddly competitive and showing off the power of her strokes.) (Rhona defeats Luana by several seconds. Isabel, who was watching, says Luana’s speed was impressive as well, but her form was suffering a bit. She may have been faster if it were more like Rhona’s.) (Luana officially declares Rhona as a rival... says some vague threatening cartoon-villain-like things and heads off, vowing to one day get revenge. Isabel comments on it as strange. Rhona says that Isabel shouldn’t be talking, considering how weird she can be herself.) (Meanwhile, Luana’s older sister Oliana finds out that Luana impulsively lost the secret hideout to some random girl named Rhona who allegedly “swam with the grace and power of an orca.” Oliana is in disbelief, she always thought her sister Luana was a fierce shark in the water, with the speed of a torpedo.) (Drama unfolds... slowly but surely.) (Chapter 2) (Rhona is working part-time as a lifeguard and saves a timid girl named Nagisa from drowning in an unexpectedly intense wave pool. Nagisa was accidentally by herself at the deep end.) (Nagisa Onda has always loved the ocean, but is scared of being in deep water. She is nervous, but signs and shows up for the club on a whim because she felt emotional that Rhona saved her and was inspired from watching Rhona’s graceful swimming form afterwards. She wants to learn to swim because it looks so liberating, like flying, and because she feels it could make her brave for once.) (Eventual chapters) (Rhona sets up the Swim Club, but the pool ground needs serious cleaning, and water from a different source, so that it won’t contain the bacteria. Rhona and her friends put in the work. Nagisa does her best to help and works really hard to clean the pool and bring clean water as well.) (Once Nagisa realizes how tough it is to start swimming lessons from nothing, she gets discouraged. But Rhona patiently offers to teach Nagisa how to swim and encourages her to do her best. This touches Nagisa deeply. Over time, she becomes a strong swimmer.) (Umiko joins the swim club to attempt to teach the members the “arcane profundity” of “artistic swimming.” Umiko is an artist who loves the aesthetic appearance of water, and swimming as an art form... but not as a competitive sport. She feels that speed-swimming competitively isn’t how swimming is meant to be, despite being a skilled swimmer herself. She is also a prolific high-diver. Umiko is pretentious and a bit snobby. She has a badly-hidden crush on Luana the slob, who also annoys her. They argue very often.) (Soon, Marina joins. Marina is a nerdy girl obsessed with sports-themed manga and light novels. She is a novelist who is deeply inspired by the fighting spirit, determination, and teamwork and friendship in many sports-themed works. She watches the Swim Club from afar and has a secret yet passionate crush on Rhona. However, Marina cannot swim at all, and is afraid of water. She is also ironically terrified of playing sports. One day, Marina slips an anonymous letter of admiration in Rhona’s locker... and gets caught by Luana! At this point, Luana isn’t a part of the swim club yet, but she encourages Marina to join... by threatening to tell Rhona about the letter if she doesn’t join! Just what are Luana’s intentions? Marina shows up to the next meeting and embarrasses herself... but surprisingly, everyone is very patient with her. She even starts crying out of happiness because of how for the first time, she’s actually feeling the emotions she’s only read and written about for so long. She decides to become a permanent member of the Swim Club, as she feels she’d be able to write a much better sports novel with first-hand experience.) ——— (Nagisa’s backstory with Amara unfolds. Nagisa and Amara were best friends growing up in Chile. Nagisa’s family eventually moved to the United States when Nagisa was 10 years old.) (Nagisa and Amara kept in touch. One day, Amara called Nagisa, telling she is going on a cruise. A few days later, there is news about a cruise ship wreck in the South Pacific with many casualties. After this period, the calls and texts from Amara stop coming. Every time Nagisa calls or texts Amara’s cell phone, she doesn’t answer. Nagisa and her family sadly conclude that Amara’s and her family must’ve died tragically in the wreck.) (However, the reason Amara and Nagisa lost touch is because Amara had lost many belongings in the shipwreck, including her cell phone. Amara and her family eventually move to Spain. She eventually receives a new cell phone with a new number, and knows Nagisa’s number by heart. She texts Nagisa to get back in touch with her. However, Nagisa got her own number changed as well recently. They could no longer call or message each other.) (Nagisa still believes Amara is dead, and that she succumbed to the depths of the sea. Ever since then, she has had a fear of water and the ocean.) ——— (Eventually, Rhona uses her skills in marine biology to identify the bacteria in the water, and the Swim Club to help clean pools and install filters using a solution Rhona made to kill the germs in the town’s pool water reserves. The other members of the swim club help her as well. They end up saving all the pools just in time for National Water Park day! All the kids are happy, thanks to Rhona and her friends’ love and perseverance. Even in a mundane way, Rhona and her friends helped save summer for everyone!) ———CHARACTERS——— The Swim Club- Rhona Aequor- Stoic and determined leader of the Swim Club. Though strong and mysterious, she has a kind and caring heart. She is very supportive of Nagisa, the newest member of the club who just learned how to swim, and encourages her to try her best. Aims to be an Olympic swimmer in a few years. Rhona also loves the ocean, is passionate and knowledgeable about it, and aspires to be a marine biologist and diver as well. Often scuba dives and snorkels. The ocean is her playground. Rhona however isn’t good at expressing her emotions, and can be very awkward. She becomes an Olympic swimmer in the future. The third or fourth-tallest girl in the club, tied with Oliana. Black/African-American. Signature stroke: Freestyle. Theme animals: Whale Shark, Surgeonfish Nagisa Onda- Can’t swim at first, shy and has low-self-esteem. Naive and sheepish. Meets Rhona and the others in college. Nagisa has always loved the ocean, but is scared of being in deep water. She signs up for the club on a whim because she was inspired by watching Rhona’s graceful swimming form as she saved Nagisa from drowning one day at a wave pool. Nagisa feels so inspired to be a swimmer. Once she realizes how tough it is to start from nothing, she gets discouraged. But Rhona patiently offers to teach Nagisa how to swim and encourages her to do her best. This touches Nagisa deeply. Over time, she becomes a strong swimmer. The second-shortest girl in the club. Japanese-Chilean. Signature stroke: Breaststroke. Theme animals: Spotted Seal, Spotted Jellyfish Isabel- Rhona’s childhood friend since high school. Isabel is energetic and bubbly. She is a track and field star who recently took up swimming because she wanted to be a triathlete, which requires a swimming skill. Isabel is often laid-back, though becomes passionate when it comes to her dream... and food. Becomes an Olympic triathlete in the future, but doesn’t do very well... Mexican (Latina.) Signature stroke: Backstroke. Theme animals: Dall’s Porpoise, Nudibranch Umiko Shinju- Loves painting, playing violin, and making art pieces inspired by the ocean. Can swim, but not too fond of it. Was coaxed into joining the club by Luana, her new friend in college. Kind of pretentious and dramatic. A nervous wreck who often makes herself look silly. Underneath her flaws is a very pure heart. Meets the others in college. She learns to love swimming with the others. Japanese. Signature stroke: Butterfly stroke. Theme animals: Bottlenose Dolphin, Sea butterfly Luana Kai- Wild and spontaneous. Very competitive. A very strong swimmer. She prides herself in being “the best” at freestyle swimming. When she sees Rhona, whose freestyle swimming technique rivals hers, she becomes aggressive and determined to out-swim Rhona. She claims Rhona is her rival and they often bicker. However they are very good friends deep down. Likes to talk like a pirate. Becomes an Olympic swimmer in the future. Tongan (Pacific Islander.) Signature stroke: Freestyle. Theme animals: Great White Shark, Parrotfish Oliana Kai- Joins the swim club a bit late, despite being an older student. Becomes an Olympic swimmer in the future, but doesn’t do very well... She also gets an injury early in her career. Luana’s older sister. The third or fourth-tallest girl in the club, tied with Rhona. Tongan (Pacific Islander.) Signature stroke: Backstroke. Theme animals: Orca Whale, Striped beakfish Marina- A nerdy, awkward girl obsessed with sports-themed manga and light novels. She is a novelist who is deeply inspired by the fighting spirit, determination, and teamwork and friendship in many sports-themed works. She watches the Swim Club from afar and has a secret yet passionate crush on Rhona. However, Marina cannot swim at all, and is afraid of water. She is also ironically terrified of playing sports. One day, Marina slips an anonymous letter of admiration in Rhona’s locker... and gets caught by Luana! At this point, Luana isn’t a part of the swim club yet, but she encourages Marina to join... by threatening to tell Rhona about the letter if she doesn’t join! Just what are Luana’s intentions? Marina shows up to the next meeting and embarrasses herself... but surprisingly, everyone is very patient with her. She even starts crying out of happiness because of how for the first time, she’s actually feeling the emotions she’s only read and written about for so long. She decides to become a permanent member of the Swim Club, as she feels she’d be able to write a much better sports novel with first-hand experience. The second-tallest girl in the club. Mixed, Black/African-American and Caucasian. Signature stroke: Butterfly stroke. Theme animals: Humpback whale, Coraline- The shortest girl in the club. English and French (Caucasian.) Signature stroke: Breaststroke. Theme animals: Sea lion, Clownfish Tanya- The biggest and tallest girl in the club. Northern European (Caucasian.) Signature stroke: Freestyle. Theme animals: Blue whale, Azura- Becomes an olympic swimmer in the future. Indian (Bengali.) Signature stroke: Butterfly stroke. Theme animals: Blue shark, Moon jellyfish Other characters- Amara Mendez- Nagisa’s long-lost friend. They reunite one day... ()- Amara’s friend. Sapphire- Established young olympic swimmer. Rhona’s idol. Emerald- Budding young olympic swimmer. Azura looks up to her. Carmine- Budding young olympic swimmer who Luana and Oliana look up to. Claudia- Swim Club coach. ()- Swim Club coach. ()- Swim Club coach. ()- Swim Club advisor. ()- Swim Club advisor. ———

Isabel: When you hit the water, what stroke do you start doing on instinct? Rhona: Freestyle. Coraline: Doggy paddle. Marina: A hemorrhagic stroke.

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crystalgirl259 · 3 years

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How to Train Your Dragonblood 3: The Dragonblood Alpha Ch6

Ed and Cliff shivered badly as they flew on Karloff's back over a half-frozen ocean in the middle of a snowstorm. The sun was almost completely set by now, casting the sky in a beautiful light and dark purple with a faded yellow. High above them were dozens of stars starting to appear through the clouds. On any other day, Cliff, Ed, and Karloff would have found it beautiful. But they were too focused and worried about Kai and Jay to think about it.

"He's just like his mother! She could never stay put either!" Cliff suddenly shouted in frustration at his son's stubbornness. When he first met her, Libber may have come off as a little awkward, but once he got to know her, she was strong and uncompromising and was always willing to stand up for those who were helpless. Jay was almost a perfect copy of his mother and most of the time Cliff loved it, but not today.

"He's just twenty, and a Viking; I mean there couldn't be the worst combination." "When I think of how stubborn and senseless you were back in the day..." He trailed off as his expression switched to a hopeless one. "Huh, now not much has changed actually.

"Ah, you know how he's like; he won't give up, and if Jay finds Iron Baron before we find him..." Cliff gulped in fear at the thought. He had already lost some of his closest friends thanks to that monster, he wouldn't let him take his son.

"Nothing can happen to your boy as long as Kai is with him; he's a Fire Dragonblood for crying out loud!" Ed tried to reassure his friend, but it did little to help the old chief. While he agreed that Kai was powerful and cared about Jay, he was more stubborn and careless than his son. Cliff was about to voice his concerns when he noticed something in the corner of his eyes. Below them, a crack in the ice was seen. Cliff noticed it and made Karloff fly back.

As they approached the hole in, Ed leaned on the side and grabbed the floating helmet out of the water.

Sitting back up, he handed it to Cliff who carefully looked at it. He looked back and Ed caught his concerned gaze. Cliff looked down at his dragonblood in determination and offered him the helmet to sniff.

"Find them, Karloff!" He ordered. Karloff took a sniff, memorizing the scent. The Metal Dragonblood growled and started beating his wings faster as they ascended, the storm still raging around them...

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It took a few minutes until Jay finally got back to reality. A reality that was getting crazier by the minute. First, he breaks tradition by saving and falling in love with one of the most dangerous species of Dragonbloods, then he loses his leg, and now his mother is back from the dead and living with dragonbloods. Why did things like that happen only to him? Right now, Libber was leading Jay and Kai through a maze of rock caves. While Jay struggled to keep up, Kai was easily able to navigate through the inner ice caves from his past experiences living in the nest for years.

"Ho-hold on! Wait just a minute!" Jay shouted as he chased after his mother through the caves, but he was steadily ignored. Libber swiftly jumped on the rocks ahead of him, motioning for him to follow.

"You can't just say something like that and run off!" He exclaimed angrily as he climbed on the rocks after her, noticeably slower and less gracefully while Kai came after him. "You're my MOTHER?! I mean what the– Do you- do you grasp how insane it sounds?!"

"She does kinda look like you," Kai called from the back.

"NOT HELPING KAI!" Jay screeched at him as they reached a steep slope that Libber climbed in seconds.

"Come quickly." She pressured the couple.

"I have questions! Where have you been all this time?!" He demanded as he attempted to climbs after her but slipped so Kai grabbed his waist and easily pushed him from behind. Jay felt his face heat up and this earned a round of chuckles from the brunette. It really wasn't easy to go through such terrain with a prosthetic leg. He had seen some of the people from Ninjago struggle and he had years of experience. Jay tumbled forward and got back on his feet right after to keep going.

"What've you been doing?! They said you were dead! Everybody thinks you were eaten by a..." He trailed off as they got out in an open, sunlit cavern where hundreds of different dragonbloods were flying around frozen structures covered in greenery. The sight brought gasped of wonder from both Jay and Kai. Kai was stunned to see such a peaceful nest. For most of their lives, he and Nya had been forced to join under that monster's rule and others were born there.

He would have never thought there was such an amazing place that was practically right next door to Ninjago.

As they step out, Jay and Kai glance at a group of baby Dragonbloods playing nearby. They both stepped back when a huge dragonblood flew right over them. Jay smiled at the multitude of dragonbloods flying freely in the open space. He got closer to the rim wherefrom above there was a creek running down the edge.

"Uh, Jaybird." Kai suddenly said and pointed up above them. Jay looked up and gasped when he saw the same Lightning Dragonblood hanging from the ceiling, his mother also holding it. The sapphire-colored dragonblood crooned as it tilted its head to look at them. Jay stared at the pair in shock. He honestly thought that he was the first dragonblood rider, yet here was his mother being so close to one. While a part of him was overjoyed that his mother was alive and well, a part of him was angry at her for being gone all these years.

He wanted to yell at her and tell her what it was like growing up with just a judgemental father and a disappointed village.

To make her feel as bad he felt his entire life. People might say he was being petty, but he didn't feel like that. But if she and the Lightning Dragonblood had a bond similar to the one he shared with Kai then there might be a chance for them to build bridges. His heart was still conflicted about this. Even though this place looked good he couldn't see what was so great about it to keep her away from her home, husband, and child.

"This is where you've been for 20 years?" Jay asked, not sure what else to say at the moment. Libber smiled and nodded as she observed him carefully, her face alight with happiness, hope, and a twinge of fear. Behind him, Kai sat down on a nearby boulder, seeing that this was a moment between Jay and Libber, not him. As he watched his boyfriend agonize on what to do, he was approached by a young Shadow Dragonblood. He chose to ignore the noirette and focused on Jay

"You... You've been rescuing them." Jay realized when he remembered what Clutch said about their fort being attacked. Libber looked around and nodded again. Jay was in complete disbelief as behind him the Shadow Dragonblood started nuzzling Kai in welcome. This caught the brunette off-guard for a second. After living with humans for five years, many of his friends and himself had had to force down their animal instincts. They didn't want to frighten the humans any more than they had.

Kai understood that the noirette didn't mean any harm, but he was worried that Jay might get the wrong idea and didn't want to upset the ginger-haired man any more than he was.

"You're not upset?" She asked a little nervously. Jay sort of was, but he didn't know how to tell her. His mother had been living among a dragonblood paradise while he had to put up with his father's disappointment and the villagers' mistrust.

"What? No, I-I don't know..." He stammered as Kai stepped away from the Shadow Dragonblood who watched him crestfallen. "It's a bit much to get my head around, to be frank; it's not every day you find out your mother is some kind of crazy, feral, vigilante, dragon lady." He chuckled awkwardly and Libber smiled sadly. Indeed, her ideas weren't welcomed. She could tell her son was heartbroken to hear how much happier she was among the beasts.

In the same way, Jay was more at ease on the back of his boyfriend.

With a quick look, the Lightning Dragonblood offered Libber a claw that she hooked her staff around and was lowered down, sliding on a wing. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the Lightning Dragonblood transformed into their human form. They were revealed to be a woman who was around the same age as Libber. She had long auburn hair kept in three separate braids behind her back and pale skin. She has a slim figure, but Jay could clearly make out some strong muscles.

She wore a midnight blue, long sleeve tunic, an orange belt, and black leggings that appear layered.

She had armbands and boots with spikes on the sides. She also had a few layers of cloth wrapped around her waist, with her left leg exposed.

"At least I'm not boring, right?" Libber replied as Jay looked around as an Ice Dragonblood in its dragon form bumped his shoulder and other young dragonbloods started coming over to look at them. They hadn't seen a Fire Dragonblood in years and the only human who was nice to them was Libber. He was hesitant to touch it but gave in when it continued.

"Well, I suppose there is that... one specific thing..." Jay muttered, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"Do you... Do you like it?" She asked as she approached him unsurely.

"I-I-I don't have the words..." He admitted, looking cautious and a bit hurt while Libber was acting like a fearful, untrusting dragonblood. But they didn't expect things to be fixed with a snap of the fingers. This was a very delicate matter. Unfortunately, Ninjago people didn't do delicate. Meanwhile, Kai was surrounded by curious dragonbloods. One dragonblood sniffed him down the clothes and then lifted him up with their bare hands. Kai was stunned as he found himself supported only by a stranger's hands.

"HEY! HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE YOU GODDAMN CREEPS!" He roared and they quickly backed off. Libber finally noticed the brunette and immediately got closer to him, hunching down.

"Can-Can I?" She whispered to her son, already seeing his bond with Kai. She had only caught a glimpse of a Fire Dragonblood when one attacked Ninjago all those years ago. She had been living here for about two decades and she had never seen a living, breathing Fire Dragonblood. Libber had feared that they were extinct. At Jay's approval, she crouched and dropped her staff.

"Oh, he's beautiful." She cooed as she lifted a hand for him to sniff then traced her hand through his spikey brown hair.

"Of course I am." Kai laughed along with her and nuzzled her cheek. Jay was little put off by Kai's actions, but he knew the brunette long enough to know he only loved Jay and he was prone to these animal interactions, whether he was in his human or dragon form, even though he mostly only did it in private with Jay and other dragonbloods. Jay was surprised to see his mother right in her element. She was still so beautiful as the pictures Cliff had shown him, and every one of her moves was graceful and fluid.

It spoke of years of trust and attention dedicated to the dragonbloods she had been living with.

It truly wasn't a big surprise to see her get along with Kai, an outside dragonblood, so easily. Kai watched them get along and smiled warmly, happy to see his mother and boyfriend becoming friends. Without realizing it, Libber stood on her knees and kept the brunette's head in her hands.

"Um... I'm sorry, but what's your name?" She asked and Kai chuckled.

"My name's Kai, and I've been dating Jay for almost five years now, he's a great guy." He replied with a smirk as he caught Jay blushing, only to freeze when he caught Libber's wide eyes.

"You're both dating?" She gasped as her eyes kept darting back and forth between the brunette and her son. Jay cast Kai an angry look, which made his fiery boyfriend wince, before looking back to her mother.

"Yeah... as Kai said, it's been going on for a few years now and we couldn't be happier."

"Yep, we've been talking about a summer beach wedding and a little cottage by the lakes for the grandkids." Kai laughed and was soon joined by Libber while Jay spluttered and stumbled to find any words as his face turned scarlet.

"T-That's not what's happening! I-I-I mean, we've talked a-about it but there's n-nothing set in stone, a-and things are t-tough right now and-"

"Jaybird, relax, I'm just messing with you." Kai sent through the link and Jay relaxed almost immediately. Libber quickly noticed the change in mood and it didn't take her long to figure out what was happening.

"YOU TWO SHARE A LINK!?" She screeched as if she had just been told everything she touched turned to diamonds and gold.

"You know what the link is?" Jay asked, but he wasn't that surprised. If she had been living with Dragonbloods for twenty years then she must know all their secrets and probably shared a link with one or more.

"Of course, many dragonbloods only share a link with people they trust and love the most; it's typically only shared with family members such as parents, siblings, mates, or children."

"Do you share a link with anyone around here?" Kai asked, eyeing a few locals still hanging around.

"Um, no, I don't; I've been living here for twenty years and I haven't shared a link like that with anyone, not even Wisp." She admitted, looking a little disappointed, gesturing to the Lightning Dragonblood she was riding earlier. "I'm so pleased and happy for you both that you can have something as special as that." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around her son and his boyfriend, which the couple happily returned.

"Thanks, Mom," Jay muttered.

"Um, Kai, if it's not too much bother can I please see your dragon form?" She asked, feeling very awkward asking. Kai chuckled lightly before he suddenly vanished a flash of red light and a dragon stood in his place. Libber didn't hesitate to look the red beast over, running her fingers over every scar and scale as her eyes burned every detail into her memory.

"He might very well be the last of his kind." She said without thinking.

"Thanks for the reminded." Kai thought as he trilled dejected. Jay glanced at his boyfriend and felt sorry for him. He wanted to comfort him but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to approach the Fire Dragonblood's side while his mother was inspecting him. He settled for sending the brunette as much love and comfort through their link, which Kai was thankful for. Kai then walked around her and butted his head underneath her arm for more attention.

He rolled on his back in her lap as she scratched him as inspected his neck, causing him to purr.

"Look, he's your age! No wonder you get along so well!" She gasped in delight and Jay smiled. Kai was in much better spirits. Libber was very nice and entertaining. It was quite obvious she would be since she was the mother of his boyfriend. They stood in front of each other again, Libber tipped her head up and down like Kai and mimicking his yelps of happiness. "How did you manage to meet such a magnificent creature?" She asked her son, not taking her eyes off Kai.

Libber's enthusiasm was infectious and Jay, Kai, and the nearby dragonbloods found themselves smiling and cheering.

When the couple registered her question, their smiles dropped and almost all the dragonbloods sensed it and took off faster than a Speed Dragonblood could blink.

"I found him in the woods; he was shot down and...wounded." He gulped, a little worried about how his mother would take the news about how he was the one who basically crippled Kai. When he said that, Libber frowned as she stood while Jay sheepishly fidgeted on the spot and Kai looked anywhere but her or Jay. She walked to a Water Dragonblood who was in their dragon form, missing their right back leg, and ran her hand down its jaw.

"Vapore lost her leg to one of Iron Baron's traps." She said as bent down to grab her staff and walked over to a Mind Dragonblood. "Interis got his wing sliced by razor netting, and this... oh, poor Theuros was blinded by a tree snare, and then left to die alone and scared." She whimpered as she carefully took hold of a Poison Dragonblood's hand and he leaned into her touch. Jay nodded along with her as he took a good look at some of the other dragonbloods perched around them.

Some were missing patches of scales, hard to see with their dark coloring, and others had tattered wings, no doubt from flying non-stop and whatever wound they gained from the traps.

He and Kai both stiffened, however, when she pointed to Kai's prosthetic fin.

"And what of this? Did Iron Baron or his filthy trappers do this atrocity too?" She snarled as her voice turned cold and hard as she gripped the leather and examined it and the couple instantly paled.

"Ooohh... hehe, yeah... Huh, well crazy thing is..." He gulped as he swung his arms awkwardly and walked closer to his boyfriend. "I'm actually the one who shot him down." He reluctantly confessed, only to receive a confused and angry look from his mother. "It's-It's okay though, he got me back, right baby?" Jay giggled as Kai shook his head happily in Jay's arms as he kept running his hands over his scales. "You couldn't save all of me, could you? You just had to make it even! So, peg leg!" He exclaimed and he threw an arm around Kai's neck and lifted his foot.

Libber was at a loss.

It really was the most obvious proof of the Gods' sense of humor. Her son condemned a dragonblood and in turn said dragonblood also crippled him for life. Now they love and depended on each other. Kai to fly and Jay to escape life. Kai suddenly shook him off and dove down between Jay's legs, throwing the human on his back as he laughed nervously. Libber, just as uncomfortable, got on her knees to touch Kai's snout again.

"What did your father think of your boyfriend?" She finally asked the second most awkward question for the couple.

"Uh... he-he didn't take it all that well... but then, he changed; they all did." He smiled as a crease of disapproval crossed Libber's face as she listened. "Pretty soon, dragonbloods from the nest came to live in Ninjago with everyone." Jay giggled lightly, still a little stunned at that fact, but his smile dropped when she shook her head.

"If only it were all possible." She scoffed and Jay's blood turned cold at his mother's certain doubt.

"No, really-"

"Believe me! I tried as well but people are not capable of change, Jay; some of us are just born different." She sighed as she sat up and looked at him and then at Wisp as Kai returned to his human form. Wisp suddenly took off to the sky to join the other dragonbloods. Libber sighed sadly as she remembered her last night in Ninjago. The sky was red and filled with smoke as a large Earth Dragonblood flew overhead. As it swept up, she remembered seeing a burning hall, the light illuminating the sky and revealing even more dragonbloods flying around.

Screams were heard and a giant torch was lifted.

"Ninjago was a land of kill or be killed, but I believed peace was possible." She told her son as she remembered the Earth Dragonblood falling down right in front of a charging soldier. As the man lifted his ax to kill it, he was stopped by Libber grabbing his arm. She believed that fighting would only make it worse. But it was a very unpopular opinion. That night was one of the worst raids the village had ever suffered and not only that but the Chief and his family very nearly died.

The Earth Dragonblood quickly go back up and flew away and the man looked at her with contempt.

As he ran off after the dragonblood, Libber looked at her house and saw a dragon getting in through the broken roof.

"Then, one night, a dragonblood broke into our house finding you in the cradle." She sighed as she visualized Wisp walking into the house towards a baby's cradle. As soon as Libber entered the room she reached for a sword near the door. She stopped, however, holding the blade up, when she saw the dragonblood playing with Jay with her giant claw. As she looked at the laughing baby and the dragonblood she lowered the weapon in amazement.

Kai cooed, thinking of his boyfriend as a cute, little baby.

Jay didn't know if he wanted to glare at him or bury himself in embarrassment as his face turned scarlet again.

"I rushed to protect you, but what I saw was proof of everything I believed." She smiled at the memory. When Wisp noticed her, the dragonblood accidentally scratched Jay's chin, making him cry as she turned around on the human, growling under her breath. Libber quickly took a few steps back, holding the sword up. But as she looked in Wisp's eyes, she let it go. This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature whose soul reflected her own.

They looked in each other's eyes and a bond was born.

But then, an ax flew between them. The dragonblood retreated, howling as Cliff appeared, dodging its lightning, as he told his wife to run. Libber grabbed Wisp's wing but she shook her off and turned back to face her. Seeing her cornered, Cliff made his way through the flames to his son. She remembered his husband shouting at her to hold on like she was in danger. Once Jay was safe in his arms, the Chief looked back at his wife to see her being carried away by the dragonblood.

He watched through the hole in the roof as the dragonbloods flew further and further away from him and his crying son.

"You and your father nearly died that night, all because I couldn't kill a dragonblood." She mumbled, unable to look at her son or Kai.

"Runs in the family." Jay smiled faintly, starting to piece things together, as Kai pulled him into a one-armed hug for comfort. There were still things left unclear, but he shouldn't jump to conclusions.

"It broke my heart to stay away, but I believed it would be safer if I did." She finished and a blind man could all the years of pain and sorrow in her face and eyes.

"How did you survive?" He asked, fearing that Wisp had taken her to the nest then they both managed to escape that monster, but Libber suddenly burst out laughing.

"Oh, Wisp never meant to harm me; she must've thought I belonged here, in the home of the great Dragonblood of Creation." She beamed as they started walking closer to the edge. Down below, in a pool of water, was a huge, white, and gold creature with giant whiskers that looked like a beard and hundreds of long shining spikes jutting out from the back of his head and all over his back. Dragonbloods were flying around him and bowed down to him when they got close.

Kai's eyes widened when he saw the ancient dragonblood below them.

Creation was one of, if not the most powerful elements in the world; rivaled only by the element of Destruction and the mythical First Born. Many secrets remained about the true extent of this dragonblood's powers and abilities. Many believed it was just a myth. This white and gold dragon possessed the elements of Fire, Earth, Ice, and Lightning and could affect the physical world in ways that Elemental Dragonbloods couldn't.

"This is the Alpha species, one of the few that still exists; every Nest has its Queen but this is the King of all dragonsbloods," Libber smirked when she saw Jay and Kai's stunned faces at the sight of this giant, stunning creature. "With his icy breath, this graceful giant built a safe haven for dragonbloods everywhere." She smiled as she pointed with her staff at the ice-covered roof of the cave while they walked down.

"Wait, that's the ice-spitter? He's responsible for all that destruction?!" Jay gasped as he looked at the ice-covered roof.

"He protects us! We all live under his care and his command." She snapped, thinking he was being rude. Behind them, a group of hatchlings appeared out of the foliage and converged on a frightened and annoyed Kai. The Fire Dragonblood was only saved by Wisp scaring them off.

"All but the babies of course, who listen to no one." Libber laughed loudly as the babies flew around and hung on the King's face, unbothered whatsoever. The white and golden dragonblood rose and spun to look at them. On the hill they were on, Libber and Wisp bowed down as Jay looked at the giant's head. Even Kai felt intimidated as he crouched lower to the ground. The Alpha stood right in front of Jay, before transforming into his human form.

The Alpha was an elderly man with a long white beard.

He was wearing white robes and a conical straw hat with a tattered cape. He seemed to pull a long staff out of nowhere and walked over to them. Jay stood frozen as his mother, Wisp, and Kai was on their knees in a sign of respect. The ginger-haired man had never once seen Kai bow down to anyone, not even at the nest. This did little to ease Jay's worry as the old man came closer, examining Libber's son. His face showed no emotion as he scanned the young man up and down.

Jay gulped, getting ready to either run, beg, or just stay still as a statue.

All of a sudden, the old dragonblood transformed again and puffed a breath out that covered the two humans and two dragonbloods. Jay, being closer, ended up with his hair covered in frost before returning to his spot in the creek.

"Master Wu likes ya." His mother laughed merrily.

"Master Wu?" Kai asked as they get back to their feet, feeling like they could relax again.

"Yeah, that's his name." She replied as Jay shook his head from the frost and gasped at the impressive creature. "You must be hungry." She smiled at the couple.

"Ah, yeah, I could eat." Jay nodded.

"Same." Kai grinned as he and Jay held each other's hand.

"Good! It's feeding time." She said as she gently took her son's arm and guided them further into the sanctuary...

#how to train your dragonblood #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago jay's mother #ninjago cliff gordon #plasmashipping

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The 12 original dragons

Explaination on their heritage, their involvement in the XII bellum, breaking down each character and there purpose.

The Dragons origin

Dragons have been living since the beginning of time. Bringing good luck, offering protection, creating landscapes of eternal beauty. The home of the dragons was in another realm referred to as Nidhogg. A beautiful and enchanting land where the grass dances in the sun and the lake glows like pearls, tall and mighty wooden houses spread across the land, where everyone calls each other family ruled by the royal family.

Forms of Dragons

The citizens of Nidhogg were to have at least 2 forms max.

Jormungandr form. This form allows to have an apperance of a human but have dragon like features for example a tail sticking out or wings pointing

Dragon form. In full dragon, ordinary dragons with magic abilities based on their type of dragon

Who are the 12 original Dragons

The 12 Dragons of Nidhogg represted 12 elements that were told to create life. These dragons were immortal compared to a normal dragon lifespan being 6000 years. The royal family held authority over the 12 dragons, reasoning of how these dragons got given these titles is a ritual is called the dragon blood ritual, where a baby bathes in each blood of the five dragon kings, allegedly if the baby Grows it wings, develop its horns and flourish their tails the five dragon kings have successfully blessed the baby with their treasures.

Faffnir’s circle

Right outside the royal palace laid a circle of most importance, the circle had 5 layers decreasing on size. On the 5th/outer level had Latin words speaking peace. The 4th/2nd largest circle projecting Coptic language of generosity. The 3rd/middle layer showed the language of Sumerian projecting words of governance. The 2nd/second smallest circle displayed words from the Akkadian language of conquest. The smallest circle demonstrate words of the Sanskrit language of balance. The circle did not just carry fancy writing of ruined empires but held something that no mage could offer that was universal seeking. Faffnir’s circle was used to see other universes from their view from places of stone cold planets or worlds of shining emeralds.

History

The royal family proposed an idea of utilising Faffnir’s circle to its full extent of opening the circle big enough for the 12 original dragons to fly through and bless a planet as an experiment to their kind. This experiment came at a cost to open the circle they will need a sacrifice. The citizens of Nidhogg were wary of the experiments success refusing to volunteer. One dragon raised their hand, the kings daughter understanding what this experiment could bring to their land she took it upon herself to be that sacrifice. The princess walked along ripping her dress in a graceful manner throwing her crown into the deepest water the kingdom of Nidhogg witnessed history. As much as the king didn’t want to approve of this he did eventually gave in and had never felt more proud as a father. All the 12 original dragons stood on the fifth circle having a space for one of each meanwhile the princess stood in the middle on the smallest circle. The circle started to move like a ticking clock any form of symbols in Nidhogg started to illuminate, the five dragon kings blood poured faster than before. The experiment resulted as a success, the 12 original dragons made it to a bleak world where the circle of Nidhogg lies, sadly the princess had died fulfilling her purpose to the kingdom the dragons do not grieve but promise themselves and each other that the princess death would not go in vein and a bless a planet. Using there elemental gifts the 12 dragons shaped a world of misty meadows, blue skies, snowy mountains, animals to wander, deep waters of reflection, grassy hills and many others. The dragons would stay loyal and protect this world forever however the XII bellum provoked the dragons into becoming an opponent to the devils who wanted the worlds existence to be removed. the XII bellum came to an ending point when the spirits and the Midgard nomads get involved, their power was that overwhelming it sent the devils back to the underworld and the dragons forced to leave their physical dragon bodies in their elemental field though their souls had to wander searching for souls to entwine with for the day they return to Nidhogg.

Dragon Vessels

A dragon vessel is when a human soul and a dragon soul are entwine with each other. This process happens when a dragon soul finds a human who haven’t manifested an attribute yet meaning the dragon grants the human power to use their magic attribute, turn into a dragon and sometimes appear with dragon like features however these do come at a cost to maintain powers like these you will be reacquired to have a stable magic control, endless amount of training and connect with the dragon producer. Soul separation happens at the age of 6 this will be the year dragon vessels will eventually learn of the power and most importantly the person dwelling within them gaining this new ability the producer or vessel can soul separate however they like but they have limit on how long it goes for, the affects of soul separation are the vessel cannot do magic however the producer can use magic but cannot transform into a dragon. Due to their physical bodies being hidden away dragon producers do not appear having dragon like features appearing to look human. Dragons do use grimoire’s but instead of having a clover or spade at the front instead its a dragon symbolising the strong connection and a color scheme matching the dragons elemental purpose.

Each original Dragon

Ondaerrass

Burden dragon

Dragon vessel: Dove Holmes

Satus: alive (soul entwine)

Species: dragon

Gender: male

Affinity: burden magic

Age: 41 (human years)

Birthday: March 9th

Constellation: Pisces

Height: 197cm (human form), 23ft or 701cm (dragon form)

Eyes: purple

Hair: red

Likes: Jumping off buildings, baths

Appearance

Dragon form: Ondaerrass color scheme’s are black and dark purple. He possess illuminating narrow purple eyes whenever he opens his mouth illuminating purple smoke comes out. Two long horns sprouting out either side of his head. Ondaerrass has black scales all over his dragon body, some scales tend to be bigger and stick out. Protruding wings on the outer side it’s black and on the inner side it’s dark purple side the shape of the wings appear to have the look of ripped curtains very unsymmetrical. A long black tail with spikes pointing out at the end. Details to be pointed out are the smaller horns standing out, above his eye, on his nose, mouth and jaw.

Human form: Ondaerrass has a masculine body, dark skin, a tattoo of a serpent on the left side of his face, a griffin on the middle of his neck, tattoo of a wendigo on his right upper limb, mermaid on his nape, unicorn the left side of his lower back, centaur on the ride of side of his waist, a dragon showing on his abs,sphinx on the right thigh, werewolf on the back of the left knee, chimera on his left ankle, all purple. Narrow lilac eyes, long yet spiky red hair half up in a man bun with a few twigs sticking out. Ondaerrass hates wearing clothing pefers to let it all out though he gets force to wear a purple toned star pattern shoulder cape with a golden piece on the shoulder on the buttom he wears white stained dhoti pants and no shoes.

Personality

Ondaerrass has a chilled personality dosen’t take everything too seriously he tends to cracks up a joke or two in a meeting or tease one of the other dragons, being a big fellow he likes using his height to intimate others before showing off his signature laugh “Bojobojobojobojobojo” . In times of seriousness Ondaerrass does get more quiet and listens more, “shut up and listen to your gut” he would say to anyone making a hard decision.

Battle powers

Burden Magic: This magic attribute allows the user to use his magic as a way of misfortune taking the life out of any environment or creature

Dragon magic: Ondaerrass can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Rhaegal

Lava Dragon

Dragon Vessel: Rekka Marron

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Male

Affinity: Lava magic

Age: 15 but appears to be 40 (human years)

Birthday: April 1st

Constellation: Aries

Height: 203cm (human form), 40ft or 1219cm (dragon form)

Eyes: Ember

Hair: Navy Blue

Likes: Chicken, Booze, nap time

Apperance

Dragon Form: The color scheme for Rhaegal protrays illuminating lava oozing through the brown surface. Wide eyes of hot orange and red illuminating no pupil called for as well as a tongue of steaming hot lava. Horns three sets of horn from smallest the biggest sticking out. Similar to the body of the dragon the wings also share the same flowing lava oozing out of the cracked brown skin. The tail is short and stumpy a brown tail. The snout has rocky features chipped sometimes when falling small specks of rock could fall down. Out of all the 12 dragons Rhaegal is the biggest meaning the more tired you will become after transforming into a dragon

Human form: Rhaegal shares the same body type as Ondaerrass of both being super masculine. He has fare skin usually can be seen wearing one earring pierced and have light pink scares from battle his most recognizable is the scar going vertically down his left eye and another scar horizontally across his face with a few navy blue beard hairs to add. Rhaegal possess ember eyes. His hair navy blue hair is uasually styled slick back with one piece sticking at the front. Clothes wise Rhaegal wears a medieval base open jacket with the collars standing straight, on the collar dark blue designs could been seen then a soft light blue covering the rest of the jacket (usually the sleeves are rolled up) on the bottom are light olive green baggy pants rolled up, for shoes it’s black boots.

Personality

Rhaegal values are drinking and sleeping he is quickly to get into other peoples face if he thinks of them as an opponent pulling a so called “scary face”. Rhaegal does have a heart of goal looking out for everyone in the Nidhogg kingdom and soon his own devil vessel often taking the time of babysitting him while the parents are off performing magic knight duties. Rhaegal isn’t short tempered and has shown be very paitent. In battle Rhaegal can break anything that stands in his way and once he has made up his mind on something he stays on that.

Battle powers

Lava magic: This attribute allows Rhaegal to create and manipulate lava. Rhaegal has shown impressive skills of manipulation even manipulating the mantle of the earth.

Dragon Magic: Rhaegal can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Ju-Long

Bliss Dragon

Dragon Vessel: unknown

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Male

Affinity: Bliss Magic

Age: unconfirmed

Birthday: September 23rd

Constellation: Libra

Height: 167cm (human form), 15ft or 457cm (dragon form)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: White

Likes: Being on time, Strong cappuccino

Apperance

Dragon form: Ju-Long has the dragon form of any common dragon. His color scheme is shiny white with tints of grey. The color of his eyes are glowing blue that shines of diamonds along with blue mouthsmoke having the scent of pureness. One set of curved horns pointing upward moreover sets of horns in perfect form in sets of two scaling down the dragons spine. The scales have a look of a shiny white and at the end you can notice tints of grey. Ju-Long has a common dragon wings but not only one he carry’s 3 sets of wings on either side though from an angel you can see his wings be a little too big for his body. The white dragon posses multiple tails of atleast 6 tails all of them have horns sprouting out average size. Details can includes the goats beard dripping down his chin.

Human form: Ju-Long has a thin body type, light skin and has piercing blue eyes together with white hair that covers his forehead and sides of the hair shorter then the rest resting on his shoulder the rest of his hair is quite long and keeps a loose tie at the bottom. For the types of clothing he wears Ju-Long likes wearing ancient traditional clothing his favorite appears to be a traditional ancient Chinese kawaler robe colors consisting of bright red and gold yellow.

Personality

Ju-Long is a cautious individual who’s quick to scream in every situation leading to have little self control and always aiming to be a perfectionist. His main propriety are schedules and following the rules if he dosen’t achieve this he is quick to panic and end up in a emotional state. Whenever crowds ask him for battle strategies he dosen’t give a battle strategy instead an emotional talk of never giving up only making the other original dragons to sigh. Ju-Longs signature move the “tail whip” dosen’t necessarily work but it’s enough for Ju-Long to give himself a pat on the back.

Battle powers

Bliss Magic: This magic affinity grants the user to confuse their opponent into thinking their walking into a dream of eternal bliss but in reality it’s form of hypnotizing paralyzing the opponent

Dragon Magic: Ju-Long can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Alizeh

Sky Dragon

Dragon Vessel: unknown

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Female

Age: unconfirmed

Birthday: June 3rd

Constellation: Gemini

Height: 175cm (human form), 20ft or 607cm (dragon form)

Eyes: Grey

Hair: light Pink with black chunky highlights

Likes: Winning, Yogurt

Apperance

Dragon form: Alizeh’s color schemes are are a mix of blue, green and white. For its eyes it carry’s green and mouthsmoke of white clouds. The sky dragon dosen’t have any legs for it has been told that dragon forever remains soaring in the sky. Unlike the other dragons who have rough snouts the sky dragon has a smooth snout along with thick single horns starting from the top of the head to the start of the tail. The scales aren’t normal dragon scales actually they are feathers of toned blue into green. The sky dragon possess angle wings to contribute of flying at a faster speed. The tail is pretty standard having fluff starting at the tail and ending at the point of the tail on both sides so not covering the entire tail.

Human form: Alizeh has an hour glass body type, tanned skin. Eye color wise she possess grey eyes however she covers her eyes with Golden silk cloth. Alizeh’s carry’s light pink hair with black chunky hair lights usually let out with no hair clip or hair ties. Clothing choices she wears a female warrior gladdiator outfit, Pieces of gold wrappped around her chest, elbows, wrist and a belt of gold dripping down not too low aside from all the gold she rocks a sleeve less top brown leather with some lace included for the skirt it’s upper thigh length brown leather skirt separated, shoes she wears female gladdiator sandlas length ending at her knees. A noticeable feature on Alizeh is that she’s always wearing a animal skull large enough to fit her head as a helmet

Personality

Alizeh assumes everything is a race to her, examples like who can clean the fastest or who can get to the door first. Quick to get competive and hates wasting time resulting her to be unimpaitent and unprepared not often caring about small details. Nobody knows why she wears the silk cloth over her eyes however Alizeh has stated that her eyes have magic of its own.

Battle powers

Sky Magic: This sky attribute allows the user to partly manipulate the sky and air creating natural disasters like typhoons and not to forget control clouds

Cloud Creation: This ability does not require any form of water simply creating clouds

Dragon Magic: Alizeh can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Nereus

Water Dragon

Dragon Vessel: Nereida Silva

Status: Alive (Soul Entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Male

Affinity: Water

Age: 15 but appears to look 30 (human years)

Birthday: August 15th

Constellation: Leo

Height: 180cm (human form), 24ft or 731cm (Dragon Form)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Purple

Likes: Songs, Creating tools and landscapes or eternal beauty

Apperance:

Dragon form: The color scheme for the sea dragon are solid colors of blue, all types of blue. The head of the dragon is rather sharp a pointy nose and two small horns sprouting from the chin and two horns at the top, his eyes are a piercing pastel green olive shape as well as a mouth of sharp teeth the shines white also water sprayed out whenever it pleases. Fish like scales on both sides of the head and the top, smooth scales all over the body and right on the spines are enchanting water that flows on the top. Similar to the sky dragon the water dragon dose not possess legs. As for the wings they are a normal pair of wings good for thrusting in water quicker, they have a unique design to a turquoise color toned down to a dark blue of bubble designs and water whirls. Small details include dribbles of water popping out every now and then

Human form: Nereus is considered to be a decently masculine, long legs and pretty big biceps. Light skin and on his right arm you can see a patch of fish scales, Nereus has blue eyes nothing new and long purple hair usually tied up on a high ponytail with two strands as bangs. Clothing of choice Nereus wears a iron chest plate tightly fitted around his abs and chest attached to his chest plate right below his right hips and held onto by his leg is a sachel filled with tools and on the left side hanging is his hammer on the bottom he wears high waisted black pants with a few side pockets shoe wise he’ll be wearing brown boots.

Personality

Referred to as the sea god Nereus is one of the most popular original dragons having good social skills and is quite skilled on tool making and architecture known for his love of songs people made tales about him singing to restore the oceans calm. Nereus is very friendly and unless you offend you won’t be expecting an hammer to the face anytime soon.

Battle powers

Water magic: This attribute allow the user to manipulate and create vast amount of water

Sea domain: Reponsible for creating the oceans Nereus has taken upon himself of creating worlds of sea temples and unique people.

Dragon Magic: Nereus can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Srebrenka

Metal Dragon

Dragon vessel: Unknown

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Female

Affinity: Metal magic

Age: unconfirmed

Birthday: November 5th

Constellation: Scorpio

Height: 179cm (human form), 26ft or 792cm (dragon form)

Eyes: Yellow

Hair: Black

Likes: Foreplay, Artifacts

Apperance

Dragon form: The Metal dragon have color schemes of shiny bright iron mostly because of the armor the Metal dragon wears because of how harmful the magic can be. The eyes are bright and large red eyes with grey mouthsmoke whenever the mouth opens specs of metal fall out. The Metal armour covers the head, chest and stomach to tell the difference between the scales and the armor is the touch, the arm stores heat and it’s used as a weapon to melt metals and use it as a weapon. Srebrenka’s horns on the top of her head are extremely pointy, the scales have a sharp texture even continuing onto the tail less then average size and has scales pointing upward. The wings are normal size though some area of the wings are so sharp they can pierce through the toughest of surfaces. Small details include the black teeth

Human form: Srebrenka has an hour glass body type, fare skin and an hour glass tattoo on the middle of her stomach along with pink glossy lips. Beautiful yellow eyes you can see mountains away to go with it big eye lashes. Long black hair tied up on low pig tails connecting the two pig tails by a hair tie at the end. Srebrenka usually wears a black coverage only sealing her nipples and a little of the side of the boob hanged on the buttom is a fluff belt attached to a belt hanging on the right side, for shoes she’s seen in black velvet upper thigh heels.

Personality

Srebrenka lives on attention, consentantly needing the pleasure of all men leading to the infamous nickname of the “alkali playboy”. Not afraid to show off her body and usually using it has her biggest weapon no one really knows how she got blessed with the blood of the five dragon kings. On the battlefield she’s known to have her strengths of studying her opponents and finding there weak spots from experience.

Battle powers

Metal magic: This magic attribute grants the holder to manipulate and create metal of every type and choose the boiling point

Compound magic: Using compound magic Srebrenka can use it to mix two metals resulting into creating a stronger met

Dragon magic: Srebrenka can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Bryony

Nature Dragon

Dragon Vessel: Unknown

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Female

Affinity: Nature

Age: unconfirmed

Birthday: February 10th

Constellation: Aquarius

Height: 170cm (human form), 30ft or 914cm (dragon form)

Eyes: Green

Hair: Pink

Apperance

Dragon form: The Nature dragons color scheme are mostly green but there other colors including brown, pink and blue. It contains illuminating pink eyes like sakura’s and coming out of the mouth are birds flying out. The dragon has brown antler horns representing branches poking out. It dosen’t not wield scales instead the nature dragon significantly has a image of a forest imprinted on her body, on the body the inferior color is green representing the grass you can also see a somewhat a river curving her body, pink flowers on the ground. The dragon wings are curved having the same foresty look imprinted on. The tail is long and thin there is a noticeable green toned brown near the end of the tail. Small details include sharp wooden looking scales on the each of the 4 legs.

Human form: Bryony occupied a triangle body type with noticeable freckles all over her entire body. She owns wide green eyes that look like green apples and a hair color of a light shade of pink knee length always down parted in the middle topped with a flower of flowers from all over the world. Her clothing of choice is inspired by victorian fashion of a white long sleeve ruffle blouse and a high waisted skirt with two sets of buttons at the top to knee length a pattern consisting of flowers and twigs or she could be wandering the place in corset.

Personality

Bryony is said to be a kind sweetheart who offers help to anyone In need however she has days of when she’s off in her own world often spotted crawling around or getting afraid of her own shadow, she has shown high survival skills making last minute decisions on the spot, fighting against someone she uses her magic to trap their competitor before moving onto the next. Off the battlefield Bryony has shown an interest of doing new thing that won’t cost her life one of them are definitely baking and gardening often doing it while crawling.

Battle powers

Nature Magic: Allowing the user to manipulate and create new environment such as vines, trees, plants and flowers and use it as her main weapon to destroy her enemies being the mother of all environment related attribute being known be as the “Mother Nature”

Dragon Magic: Bryony can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Dagda

Earth Dragon

Dragon Vessel: unknown

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Male

Affinity: Earth

Age: unconfirmed

Birthday: July 22nd

Constellation: Cancer

Height: 173cm (human form), 28ft or 853cm (dragon form)

Eyes: Red

Hair: dirty Blonde

Likes: Gambaling, blackmailing and shiny objects

Apperance

Dragon Form: Earth dragon has a color scheme of well the color of brown. The earth dragon is one of the many few dragons who share the same eye color as them both containing narrow intimidating red eyes but the left eye remains shut , mouthsmoke can be dust. There are horns scatted all over the earth dragon sharp and tall all different sizes making them one of the thickest dragons of the 12, some of the taller horns have white tips looking like mountains. Earth dragon dose not have scales but a rough surface like rocks people mention. The wings and tail share the same idea as the spine, rough and hard altogether with stubby legend of toe nails of grey stone. When flying the dragon can fly out dust to blind fly enemies from behind or taking a dump.

Human form: Dagda has a rhomboid figure, fare skin. Dagda wears a traditional Japanese clothing called the kataginu-hakama clothes for warriors, the solid color are the front is red though the white sleeves have been appeared to be ripped off, wearing straw sandals and carrying a fan ticking on the top of his belt

Personality

Dagda is a devious character has been appeared to get ahead of thinking and making silly mistakes like dropping plates on the floor. Dagda has known to be a master of blackmailing and for sure in gambling of blackmailing his rival some people call him a cheater but has his ways of good acting and getting away with those type of situations. On the battlefield Dagda likes underestimating his opponents leading into making them believe they gained victorious before getting brutally crushed, well known for his good team strategies.

Battle powers

Earth magic: This type of magic affinity allows the creator to create molds of earth and manipulate it to their advangtage with any mineral of earth or dosen’t matter. It can be manipulated

Dragon Magic: Dagda can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Lumina

Light Dragon

Dragon Vessel: Unknown

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Male

Affinity: Light

Age: uncomfirmed

Birthday: January 20th

Constellation: Capricorn

Height: 150cm (human form), 18ft or 548cm (dragon Form)

Eyes: Light Grey

Hair: Blonde

Likes: Red velvet cake, tearing peoples ego

Apperance

Dragon form: Color schemes consist of illuminating yellow and white, the light dragon is the only dragon to be glowing. The head of the dragon has husks coming both ways out of the mouth, eye color is a glowing black and whenever opening it mouth a ray of shine is seen. Back to the husks out of the mouth there is a candle with even wax on the tip to complete it the look, horns are in a strange pattern some small some bigwith the same troop of candle waxing, scales on the other hand are pretty confusing having some point the flip side and some on the normal side. The wings have a bat form nothing special. The tail is pretty standard keeping the same line of weirdly shaped horns. A detail on the light dragon is red scar located on the stomach.

Human form: Lumina has a small stature and very little muscle despite training for so long. Skin details includes a red scar located on his stomach. His light grey eyes are sorta confusing making other think he only have small black eyes. Lumina’s blonde hair is in a style of a bowl cut topped with a golden black stripped hat with a Lilly spider flower as a decoration. Matching the top hat is a shimmering golden suit and black stripes underneath his coat appears to be white collar and a black tie, spotless black shoes despite having short legs he sits on a cloud controlling the cloud wherever he goes.

Personality

With his short height many believe Lumina as a harmless and innocent child when in reality he’s an aggressive boy. As the saying goes don’t judge a book by its cover. Lumina is known for picking fights with anyone and having a somewhat sociopath personality. Quick of making death threats giving the impression of a devil floating in this child. Inside Lumina cannot stand on his own and thinks of the other dragons as brothers and sisters often seeking comfort and warmth from them. On the battlefield he is maniac roaring in your face and going for brutual physical attacks over magic attacks.

Battle powers

Light Magic: Lumina can manipulate and create light in whatever area. Sometimes he can create spheres of light in unconscious hours the more spheres of light he’s having a dream less more likely he’s having a nightmare

Dragon Magic: Lumina can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

Hestia

Fire Dragon

Dragon Vessel: unknown

Status: Alive (soul entwine)

Species: Dragon

Gender: Female

Affinity: Fire magic

Age: unconfirmed

Birthday: May 18th

Constellation: Taurus

Height: 187cm (human form), 26ft or 792cm (dragon form)

Eyes: Green

Hair: Orange

Like: Plumerias, hearing other people laugh or smile because of her cooking

Apperance

Dragon form: The fire dragon possess colors of red, orange and black. The head was big and looked standarded, eyes glow emerald green and whenever it opens it mouth fire comes prevailing paired with a tongue of ash. The red bumpy yet curved horns grew all over the dragons spine, tail and stomach, scales of different shades of red are view signifying the reflection of flames. The shape of the tail is long and at the very tip it was on fire. The wings are the most recognizable feature looking like they’ve been on fire the flames glowed of reds and oranges lighting up the dim sky. Small details include the red bushy eyebrows

Human Form: Hestia is a masculine woman and is tall compared to an average height of a woman, a dark women how wears her orange hair in cornrows. Skin details include the red multiple swirls covering both of her arms as well as a on her chest and on her back. Her emerald green eyes are quite big. Hestia has shown been seen in a Fijian tapa dress length below her knees and above her ankles with a straw sandals and she likes wearing a white plumeria flower behind her right ear.

Personality

Hestia is an awkard girl who finds social interaction as a pain and dosen’t understand the system of getting to know them and understand leading to her first meetings get awkard. The first time she met the original dragons Hestia would find it embarrassing to talk about anything with them soon she realized these dargon folk didn’t care how you acted as long as you have pure intentions. Some situations she would try and do something nice but would end up in flame literal flames. On the battle of war Hestia knows her surroundings well and picks up very fast, she isn’t scared of getting dirty or bloodied looks we’re not important it matters that you contributed.

Battle powers

Fire Magic: This attribute allows the user to create and manipulate fire whenever it blue or Orange it still has an affect. In dragon form Hestia’s wings would shine of blue flame

Dragon Magic: Hestia can transform into a dragon or appear to have a dragon like features (before XII bellum)

#White Clover #The 12 original dragons #dragon #joe biden #part 1

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On the Edge of the Cold Winter

Wei Wuxian is in Qinghe when he hears the news: the great Hanguang-Jun, has fallen! The words are whispered in horror through the people with all the subtlety of a blade through the throat. Hanguang-Jun has fallen, he fell defending his son.. He whirls on the spot, dropping the food between his chopsticks and the meat falls into the broth splattering the tablecloth, stains spreading outwards like blood on snow. The cultivators that he turns on are surprised to see him, and though his name has been cleared - through the same kind of rumours that had contributed to smearing it in the first place - it's never something that anyone's prepared for: the Yiling Patriarch in a small tea house in Qinghe, looking wild-eyed and worried at the news that Hanguang-Jun has fallen.

They don't tell him much of use, or in fact anything at all. But he rushes away anyway, out into the biting winter outside and it's only after he's left and running towards the stable to grab Apple that he realises that the reason he's here is the blizzard that's blowing along the border and stopping anyone from travelling that isn't able to fly above the worst of the weather, or with a strong core to prevent them from freezing to death. His own core is hardly strong enough, and he presses his lips together, recklessness warring with the promise he'd made to Lan Wangji that he would be safe.

***

"I'll be back, Lan Zhan," he says softly, brushing his fingers over Lan Wangji's cheek. The other man looks crestfallen in so much as he ever looks anything. The lines of his face are unhappy and still but his eyes are sad. Wei Wuxian knows that leaving is the only option available to him, in a world that moved on without him and spent nearly two decades cursing his name he can't do anything else until he's reconciled with his past.

"I know," Lan Wangji says, his hand lifting to curl around Wei Wuxian's wrist. He holds it gently, keeping Wei Wuxian's hand against his face. It looks like he wants to say more, but he doesn't.

Wei Wuxian says it for him. "I'll miss you," he says. Lan Wangji's face softens and he nods his head.

"I will miss you, too," he replies.

"You could come with me?" He's asked it a number of times over the last few days, trying to convince Lan Wangji to come with him, to leave and travel the world, they could fight evil together and protect the weak, the way they'd always promised.

Lan Wangji lets out a breath and his lips quirk up sadly in the corner. "Wei Ying," he starts, "you know I can't."

"Well," Wei Wuxian pats Lan Wangji's cheek and it's enough to make the other man let go of him. He offers a smile that's not as bright as normal and he knows but there's not much else he can do in the face of the truth, "it was worth a final try."

He hauls his pack over his shoulder. "I'll be back before the snows fall," he promises. It's spring now, the harshness of the previous winter having faded away and melted into the blossomming of new life and he wants to see the world and experience how it's changed for himself, to settle his mind before he starts anew.

They walk to the bottom of the steps, where Apple's waiting for him. He places his pack on her back and she brays at him, contrarily, lifting her head for a fuss from Lan Wangji who, as an enormously indulgent pushover, rubs his fingers through her rough mane twice and then pats her neck.

"Be safe," Lan Wangji says. He's looking deep into Wei Wuxian's eyes as he speaks, "be safe. Come home."

Wei Wuxian just nods and lifts three fingers. "I promise," he grins and takes Apple's reigns. "I'll write."

"I'll be waiting," Lan Wangji tells him and Wei Wuxian thinks he imagines the heartbreak on Lan Wangji's face as he turns and heads away from Cloud Recesses.

***

Promises aside, there's no way he can be away from Cloud Recesses - away from Lan Wangji - at a time like this. If Lan Wangji had fallen-

He can't think about it. It makes his chest hurt. The idea that something has happened to Lan Wangji throws him into a turmoil he hasn't felt for a long time, as though the ground beneath his feet is unsteady. The air rings in his ears, a loud bell that tells him he hasn't travelled back fast enough, and that if he had only been quicker perhaps this would not have happened. He might have been there, together there's no evil they can't face.

He thinks about their lunches in the back hill before he left, the way they'd sat together and he'd talked about nothing and everything and Lan Wangji had been indulgent and smiled at him and looked at him like he made the very plants grow, or the sun rise. He thinks about the way that Lan Wangji had stood beside him at Koi Tower and said to the leaders of the Cultivation world that the single log bridge was not too bad to walk.

And Sizhui- Hanguang-Jun fell protecting his son, they said. What had happened to Sizhui? He'd gone travelling with Wen Ning: what had happened to them?

Wei Wuxian can't breathe and the daughter of the tea house's owner finds him in the stables on his hands and knees, sucking in great gasps of air, vision black and spotting at the edges and it's only when her hands settle around him and he nearly lashes out at her with coiled energy that he's pulled out of his panic into the present.

"I have to go to Gusu," he says.

"You can't. The storm- it's impossible."

Wei Wuxian's lips quirk up into a little smile, then, the panic ebbing and giving way to the same sense that has carried him his entire life. He may no longer be part of the Yunmeng Jiangs, but he has always lived by their motto. Do nothing until you can achieve something. Do the impossible.

He looks her in the eye and puts a large silver nugget into her hand. "Will you send someone to Gusu with my donkey when the weather clears?"

She takes the money and frowns as she watches him rub behind Apple's ears and kiss her head, tells her to be good.

"But, young master, the storm."

Wei Wuxian squares his shoulders.

"I'm the Yiling Patriarch," he tells her, ignorign the sharp inward breath she takes at the realisation. "The Burial Mounds couldn't stop me. Compared to them, a storm is nothing."

***

A storm is not nothing. Wei Wuxian's new body is still wake, the golden core still too weak to do a whole lot to protect him from the cold but the cloak that had 'appeared' in his room a few weeks ago - a gift from Nie Huaisang, he was sure, to apologise for everything that had happened - was warm and fur-lined and did its job at keeping the worst at bay. Still, his fingers were numb more often than not and he trudges through shin-deep snow for two days, resting wherever he can find shelter until he realised this is untenable.

He has to try something else.

He lifts his head and scowls at the blizzard outside that’s thrown the world into whiteness, as though it’s gravely offended him. It has, it’s keeping him from Lan Wangji - who might be already dead if not dying and Wei Wuxian feels like a wild thing.

The great Hanguang-Jun has fallen!

It haunts him, the echo of those words bounce around the emptiness of his mind, void of evertything but the worry that he might not be fast enough, that he might not get back in time. He'd promised to be back before the snows fell but here he was, snow falling around him and the world having made him a liar.

He thinks that perhaps if he'd been less distracted he would have had a better grasp of how much time had passed. He wouldn't have missed the chance to travel before the worst of the weather hit. He would have been able to make it back to Cloud Recesses - to his home - before it was too difficult to travel. He's been writing steadily, a stream of letters that haven't been responded but he's never expected an answer. After all, Lan Wangji is a busy man and Wei Wuxian has been travelling between towns and villages, never in one place long enough for a letter to make its way back.

But he'd always intended on going back, always intended on making sure that he kept to his promise.

The blizzard whites out the world in front of him and he feels a low fury at the injustice of the early snow fall. He's not a liar, not about the things that mattered and though he's not got a great track record of keeping his promises - just ask his brother, he thinks ruefully with a stabbing ache in his chest - he's always tried and he's never broken a promise to Lan Wangji.

What if he's too late and the last thing Lan Wangji thought was that he's an oathbreaker?

He can't keep going like this, but he can't stop. Gusu is two weeks away on foot, and he still can't fly, he's not strong enough. Suibian, resting beside him, hums to him in an attempt to reassure him that she's there and she'd try. He knows she would, he would try too but the core inside of him might cause them to collapse and fall out of the sky. He's had more than his fair share of falling and there's no amount of resentment that would reach out and catch him now, not without the seal.

As the sun goes down and throws the cave into even more darkness, shadows dancing on the wall in sharp relief, Wei Wuxian decides he needs to travel faster, and decides in the morning that he'll take a detour. He throws up a hundred silent apologies to his ancestors, to Lan Wangji and the Lan elders who would likely just know what he's going to have to do, and then lays down to sleep.

He has a plan.

***

His plan is terrible. It takes him the better part of the morning, feeling out tendrils of resentment to find a battlefield from the Sunshot Campaign and when he finds it, the energy crawls over his skin like a particularly odious lover, running along his meridians and over the small core inside of him like it knows that something is sitting in the place it belongs. He greets it like a viper, Chenqing in his hand as he shrills and whistles, piercing and commanding.

There aren't many bodies, many were taken back to their home lands but the anger they died with has soaked into the land. Qinghe is soaked in resentment, not as strongly as Qishan, or even Lanling which has generations of backstabbing and nearly twenty years under the thumb of someone who had a habit of letting his murder puppet loose whenever he didn't like that someone had called him the son of a whore.

Still, he finds what he needs.

Wei Wuxian digs until he unearths the large bones of a horse. It's long since dead and decayed and for that he's thankful, but it animates at his command, shaking itself whole and giving a huge shudder as though it still has a mane to shake. With dirt under his fingernails, he wraps it in resentment and slaps a talisman on along its neck to give it a shadowy form that he can ride and one to generate warmth to stop him from freezing, and when it drops to one knee so he can climb on and starts to move faster than any steed known to man, it's easy for Wei Wuxian to forget why he stopped doing this.

***

Though the steed doesn't tire, he does, and he feels the bite of the cold against his fingers and face where he's not touching the horse. When he rides through a town, he hears shrieks and screams and for a moment is confused until he remembers he's riding an undead steed, cloaked in black smoke and darkness, the snows melting even as they touch its mane, fizzling with a steam that has been doing a good job of keeping him at least a little warm.

He wants to stop, but he's made good time, and so pushes on through the night, rides until he physically can't anymore and they break through the blizzard, and he slumps off the horse, collapsing onto a damp grassy bank, eyes rolling back in his head as exhaustion claims him.

He sees his horse rear up on its hind legs, and then the world goes blank.

***

"This is really him?"

"Yes. I think I'd know Senior Wei when I saw him."

"I mean no disrespect, Jingyi but-"

"But? You know following something with ‘but’ immediately makes everything before it totally irrelevant, right? You know how you can say ‘not to be rude but you’re an idiot’?”

“That’s not-“

“This is Senior Wei. Come on, if we let him freeze to death out here, Zewu-Jun will have our hides.”

***

When he blinks awake there are three things he realises: one, he is indoors; two, he's surrounded by young men wearing white; three, his horse is nowhere to be found. Of these three things, only one of them really bothers him and he sits up, rubbing at his head (which aches) and looks around to find a familiar face largely to check that he hasn't just been randomly kidnapped by people dressed in the white outfits of the Gusu Lans.

He was in luck as his eyes fell on a familiar profile.

"Ah, Lan Jingyi," he says, which makes the young Lan jump and turn around. He looks like an annoyed tiger cub, it's not hard to imagin a tail flicking around his legs. "What are you frowning at me for? You're the one that kidnapped me."

"We haven't kidnapped you," Jingyi retorts hotly, "don't be so dramatic, Senior Wei."

"So you do remember your manners!" Wei Wuxiasn teases, "remember, little Lan, you should respect your elders."

Jingyi just rolls his eyes and throws Wei Wuxian's heavy cloak at him as though it weighs nothing.

"I would if you deserved it," he fires back and Wei Wuxian's heart grows three sizes in his chest. He sees the flush of Jingyi's ears and the way he struggles to hide his smile. "Put this on, we'll eat and leave."

It's then that awareness properly filters into Wei Wuxian's mind and he straightens, bolting out of the bed quickly enough to make him feel dizzy.

"Lan Jingyi," he says urgently, "what happened to Hanguang-Jun? And Sizhui? I heard- I heard-"

Jingyi presses his lips together and reaches out, touching Wei Wuxian's arm. Wei Wuxian does not like it when people don't tell him things, he's so used to keeping secrets of his own but that doesn't mean he likes being on the other side of it.

Secrets are, objectively, the worst.

"It'll be easier for you to just come with us, Senior Wei. We've been looking for you for a week."

"You could say thank you," one of the other Lan discples says and Wei Wuxian turns to look at her with an arched eyebrow. She flushes and mumbles an apology, but Wei Wuxian chuckles. He likes this generation of little Lans, they have a fire to them that makes his chest feel warm.

"Thank you," he drawls and winks at her, which makes her flush all over again and she heads outside. "Jingyi, tell me what happened. And how you intend on us travelling back as I cannot fly and-"

"And?"

"What happened to my horse?"

***

Jingyi tells him as they're flying through the air, skating over the trees, his arms firmly around Wei Wuxian, that there had been no sign of his horse when they'd found him which, in Jingyi's mind was a very good thing, at least he said that after he found out that the horse had been a spiritual one.

"Ghost horses," he says, shouting to be heard above the wind, "honestly, Senior Wei would a normal horse not be good enough for you?"

"You try riding a living horse through a blizzard," Wei Wuxian retorts, fingers clutching tightly at Jingyi's waist. He's only flown once since he came back, and that was in Lan Wangji's arms as they fled Koi Tower after Jin Ling had stabbed him. He hasn't been in the air since then, and before that had been when he'd been dropped into the Burial Mounds. "You might be cruel enough to make an animal ride through that but I-"

"I am not cruel," Jingyi barks, offence rippling through the lines of his body, "I'll drop you if you keep saying such things."

He's only joking, and they both know it, but Wei Wuxian's grip tightens nevertheless. Jingyi, who doesn't understand the source of his fear, just frowns.

"Senior Wei," he says reproachfully, a few hours later when they land so everyone can take a break and replenish their spiritual energy, "I wouldn't really have dropped you."

He looks so wounded that Wei Wuxian just reaches out and pats his head.

"I know, little Lan, but you'll have to forgive this senior for his fear of heights. Heights and I, historically, do not get along very well."

Jingyi doesn't say anything else, but Wei Wuxian knows he's thinking about all the stories he's heard and wonders which one he's deciding is the reason for Wei Wuxian's fear of heights.

***

They arrive at the stairs that lead up to Cloud Recesses very late that same night. Jingyi is staggering a little in exhaustion at having demanded that he be the only one to carry Senior Wei - I promised, Lan Hua, you know that, besides he's my friend - all the way back. Wei Wuxian hooks an arm underneath his shoulders and secure his own around Jingyi's waist as he supports the young disciple up the thousand stairs as quickly as they're able to as a group of exhausted and cold travellers.

Halfway up they reach the main entrance and are greeted by a couple of very enthusiastic young disciples who hesitate a little to collapse the wards.

"It's after curfew," one of them says, shifting from foot to foot and from the ripple of breath behind him, Wei Wuxian realises just how late it is.

"No wonder you little Lans are so tired."

"Stop calling us that," Jingyi protests, but he does sound sleepy and every bit in his young twenties.

"But you are," Wei Wuxian coos, tightening his arm around Jingyi's waist. This body is so weak, his old one wouldn't have had any problem supporting the cultivator.

"I'm older than you were when you first died," Jingyi presents as a trump card. "You and Hanguang-Jun had already fought in the Sunshot Campaign and had gone through so much by the time you were our age. Well," he yawns, "when Hanguang-Jun was our age. You didn't actually end up this old."

"Don't let your Hanguang-Jun hear you say that," Wei Wuxian teases, "he'd be most upset to be reminded of my untimely demise."

It's meant to be a joke, but Jingyi just nods and says, quite seriously, "He would."

"We can't let you in."

"You can," Wei Wuxian says, and the other guard on duty sets his jaw.

"They know the rules too," he says, "you can't come in past curfew. We won't take the barrier down."

"Don't worry about being punished," Wei Wuxian says, lifting his hand and and drawing a talisman in the air, pushing it into the barrier that makes the archway portion dissolve. Everyone except Jingyi looks on in horror at the blatant dissolution of their security barrier. "Oh stop your gawking. I'll put it back. Anyone of this group who wants to sleep in their own bed tonight come with me. You won't get punished for coming back in after curfew, it'll all be on me. That includes you two for letting us in."

"We didn't!"

Wei Wuxian winks and saunters in with Jingyi, and the other Lans who have been flying in the snow for three days and definitely want their beds. "I know," he shoots over his shoulder and when he clicks his fingers, the barrier repairs itself, shimmering blue as though it hadn't been broken at all.

They're halfway up the last of the stairs when Jingyi says, confused, "You could have just used your token, Senior Wei."

Wei Wuxian almost stops walking in his surprise and then hums, as though he'd completely forgotten he had a jade token of his own. "Oh," he says, "I suppose I could have done."

When they reach the main part of Cloud Recesses, he hands Jingyi off to a disciple who had introduced herself as Lan Hua, trusting her to get him into bed and somewhere safe so that he could sleep off his tiredness.

He has somewhere else to be.

***

He doesn't immediately run to the Healer's Pavilion, instead he heads to the Jingshi. He's been there a few times: he stayed there each time he's been in Cloud Recesses since his resurrection. and he knows the path there as well as he knows his own heart (that is, not very well: he gets lost twice along the winding paths and ends up outside the Hanshi once, then realises what he'd done wrong and back tracks to get to the correct place).

The Jingshi is quiet when he gets there. The light isn't on above the porch and there's no soft candle light inside. He can't hear the sounds of a qin echoing through the air and he can't feel the warm welcome presence of Lan Wangji that's always permeated the air around this place.

He hadn't forgotten the words that spurred his movements -

the great Hanguang-Jun has fallen! He fell protecting his son

-but suddenly they feel so much more real and terrifying. Suddenly it feels like this might be truth that Lan Wangji fell. The Jingshi looks snow-dusted and empty, like a place in mourning. Wei Wuxian walks up the small path like a man heading to the gallows. His mouth is drier than the desert, sand and gravedirt in his throat as his feet move without his permission taking him closer to the doors.

The building is just a building, a house is not a home without a person inside to love and Wei Wuxian suddenly is struck with the inexorable knowledge that he is too late. The Jingshi - Lan Wangji's home with only one bed that he had always thought would be his home too when he returned - is in front of him silent as the grave and just as full of memories, good and bad, but not nearly enough great. He wants to stand in the porch in the snow listening to Lan Wangji playing their song again with a jar of Emperor's Smile in his hand.

How long has the building been empty for, he wonders, how long has it stood empty, missing Lan Wangji? How much longer will it stand without its heart? He reaches the sliding door and pushes it open and realises his hands are trembling.

Inside is immaculate, too. It always has been, but for the few times Wei Wuxian himself had been staying there and had thrown half of the Jingshi into an organised kind of chaos, the likes of which he had been consistently chastised for in the most affectionate of ways. Lan Wangji had just smiled and said pick up after yourself, Wei Ying but never actually done anything about the chaos he left behind.

His breath catches and he looks around, trying to find something, some evidence that Lan Wangji has been here that day and is just out but Wangji is on the low table, her strings sitting still and unplayed and Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Wangji takes his qin wiht him everywhere. The bed is empty, the sheets unrumpled and unslept in and it's after curfew so there's no reason for Lan Wangji to be anywhere than here. Even injured, this is his home and he would not rest anywhere else.

Grief clutches at him, wild and desperate and for a moment Wei Wuxian wants to call out for whatever resentment he could pull from the very earth and use it to find Lan Wangji, to bring him back. Chenqing is in his hand, being lifted to his lips, heart hammering crazed and terrified, when the lamps in the Jingshi flare on and he feels a hand clamp around his wrist.

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji says, voice soft and concerned as he uses the touch to lower Chenqing from Wei Wuxian's lips. Wei Wuxian thinks he might be hallucinating, in all honesty, he just swallows and turns his head. He hasn't played anything, so how is Lan Wangji here?

Lan Wangji looks tired, there are dark bruises smudged underneath his eyes and his cheeks are a little hollow, like he's lost some weight and hasn't been eating. He doesn't have dark spiderweb veins running up his neck of the hollowness in his eyes of a corpse without its spiritual cognition and his fingers are warm against Wei Wuxian's wrist. Wei Wuxian knows he's staring but he can't help it.

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji repeats softly, patiently, "what are you doing?"

Wei Wuxian obediently lowers Chenqing and swallows. A second later, the first class spiritual flute falls to the floor (he'll apologise to her later) and spins on his heel.

"What am I doing? What are you doing? You're supposed to be dead!"

Lan Wangji just blinks at him, like he's waiting for Wei Wuxian to make sense. Honestly, Wei Wuxian would like for Wei Wuxian to make sense, too. It's been a long few days and he has no idea how much of that he's spent sleeping versus travelling like a lunatic to get back to someone who was dead or dying only to find them on their feet, perfectly capable of snarking at them.

"Am I?" Lan Wangji asks, looking down at himself, as though checking that he isn't a ghost. Wei Wuxian pokes his chest, firmly, and it makes him hiss in a breath, slapping at the offending finger. "My apologies," he says, in a perfect deadpan, "I was not made aware of this."

Wei Wuxian wails, somewhere between a laugh and a cry something else too big to name. He reaches out with both hands and grasps Lan Wangji's face, which makes startled hands come to settle at his waist and he shakes his head.

"Now is not the time to be funny, Lan Zhan," he chastises, relief surging through him so powerfully he thinks he knees might give out. He's so glad that he's got hands at his sides, holding onto his hips and making sure he doesn't actually swoon or faint and crack his head on the floor and end up being the dead one. "Now is- I heard you'd died. Jingyi didn't tell me you were alive, he just-"

"Jingji left to get you on Sizuhi's request," Lan Wangji says, clicking his tongue. "I found out after he had left. It's after curfew. Really, you should have stayed in town tonight."

"Ah, yes, well, about that- it- I sort of let us in."

"I felt you break the ward, though since you were working under an incorrect assumption and surrounded by exhausted disciples, I'll overlook your infraction this time," Lan Wangji says, his lips lifted into something like a lopsided smile. Wei Wuxian wants to punch him.

Wei Wuxian doesn't punch him.

Wei Wuxian instead looks at Lan Wangji for a long moment, his perfect - funny - Lan Wangji who is smiling softly at him, thumbs rubbing circles into his hips over the fabric of his robes, who is right there and beautiful and alive - if not tired and possibly injured if the hissed breath is any indication.

He's taken by another irrational feeling this time, and it involves him standing on his toes, fingers sinking into the silky strands of Lan Wangji's hair and pulling him down until their lips pressed together in a kiss. Lan Wangji doesn't respond immediately, and when Wei Wuxian realises he may have made a very impulsive, terrible mistake, he goes to lean back and apologise when Lan Wangji growls against his lips and spins them around, pushes Wei Wuxian against the wall of the Jingshi and kisses him again.

"Ah," Wei Wuxian says when the kiss breaks, the sting of Lan Wangji's teeth still against his skin, "ai, Lan Zhan, my Lan Zhan I missed you."

Lan Wangji's lips slide along his jaw, sucking a mark underneath his ear which makes him keen, those hands firm at his hips, so firm they'll leave a mark.

"You're late, Wei Ying," Lan Wangji says with another bite. Wei Wuxian rewards him for his bitey curiosity with cry. "You said you would be back before the snow fell."

"The snows fell early," Wei Wuxian tries, around a moan, "ah- ah! Lan Zhan please, have mercy on this poor man."

"Mercy," Lan Wangji purrs, licking over the first of many bite marks, "belongs to those that are on time."

Wei Wuxian lets out a sound that's borderline hysterical, fingers catching the back of Lan Wangji's neck and whining, breath hitching. "Please- ah- ah Lan Zhan, look at me."

Lan Wangji does, and Wei Wuxian immediately regrets drawing those lips away from his throat.

"I missed you," he repeats, trying to tell Lan Wangji that he had been so afraid he was too late, that he was glad to be home, that he wanted to stay, that he loved. His hands cradle Lan Wangji's face again, thumbs smoothing over Lan Wangji's cheeks gently.

Lan Wangji just looks at him and for a moment, Wei Wuxian sees the entire world in those eyes. He sees it all, the floodgate of emotion in the most minute of movements from Lan Wangji's expression and he realises that not only does Lan Wangji know, but when Lan Wangji says, "You were also missed, Wei Ying," he means I'm glad you're here and Don't leave again and You are loved, too.

This time when their lips meet, the heat is still there in each touch, in the broad sweep of Lan Wangji's tongue but there is a sweetness underneath it, a tenderness that makes a shudder run the length of his spine.

When their chests are heaving from kisses and Wei Wuxian realises that there's blood blossoming underneath Lan Wangji's robes from a torn wound, Wei Wuxian tenderly changes his bandages and brushes his fingers over the lines of Lan Wangji's chest, over the scar that mirrored one that he once had brandished on his own chest.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Lan Zhan," he whispers, kissing the clean bandages and climbing into the bed beside his beloved companion and accepting the offer to lie on his chest. "I'll never be late again."

"Does that mean you're planning on leaving?" Lan Wangji asks, a tentative resignation in his voice, but Wei Wuxian can hear the underlying request, the request to stay.

"Not unless you're coming with me," he says, whispering the promise of forever into another kiss.

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