#author mari

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Royalty AU!!

It’s another one of those nights.

One in which Stephen finds himself unable to fall asleep, instead looking out the window near his bed, letting his gaze wander over the sleeping town.

“Wait a fucking second,” Stephen whispers to himself, watching as a shadowy figure began to climb up the side of a house not too far from the castle’s gates. “Is someone trying to break into that house?”

Stephen shrugs. Well, it’s not my problem that the guards aren’t doing their jobs properly. Daniel better step up his game so I don’t get robbed.

Stephen finds himself getting out of bed and walking towards the door to his terrace, slowly opening it to not make any noise or get caught. He watches as the shadowy figure grabs onto a tree branch that dangled next to the house’s second floor window. Suddenly, there’s a loud snap, and both the thief and the branch come plummeting down to the ground.

“Shit!” Stephen curses to himself, reaching back through the cracked open terrace door for his coat. He pulls it on sloppily, the coat not even making it to resting on his shoulders, instead only bunching up at his elbows as he pulled himself over the terrace’s railing and jumped onto a strong branch of the tree nearby.

He had snuck out multiple times before, mainly with Daniel and Jay, his personal guards who tended to want to show him what life was like in his kingdom, even going as far to buy him extra clothes so he wouldn’t look too out of place.

Stephen quickly climbs down the tree and runs towards the street where the thief had been, the one with only one lantern working, and turns the corner to see the house the thief had been trying to break into.

He walks over to the side of the house with the fallen branch, only to not see the thief trapped underneath it. To be honest, he didn’t see the thief anywhere. But that’s impossible! I saw them fall, they shouldn’t have been able to walk away that easily!

Suddenly, Stephen is pulled back to the wall of the house, an arm wrapping itself around both of his and his midsection as a blade rests at his throat.

Could this be an assassin?

Stephen struggles to break free, earning an annoyed growl and a leg twisting itself around one of his own, stopping most of his pointless struggles. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but when I saw you fall from that tree, I thought you were hurt or something,” Stephen explains through gritted teeth. “I do one nice thing and this is the thanks I get? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“You were worried about me?” Stephen’s attacker asks quietly before quickly letting him go.

“Well yeah, but clearly I can see I shouldn’t have been,” Stephen crossed his arms over his chest, not bothering to adjust his coat. After all, why should he for someone such as a petty thief? “I can’t believe I just snuck out to see if you were okay. And my thanks for doing so? Oh, that’s right, getting a fucking knife to my throat.”

“I’m so sorry— I just—“ “Cut the excuses and just get out of here.” Stephen cuts the thief off.

“I don’t think that can happen as easily as either of us want it to.” The thief says nervously, fumbling with their cloak’s broach.

“And why’s that?” Stephen asks. “What? You wanna kill me so there’s no witnesses or something? I would suggest you don’t do that, or else you might have two angry royal guards coming after your ass.”

“No, no,” The thief drops their knife to the ground, and Stephen takes a moment to look them over. Their face is hidden in the shadows of their hood and a scarf tied around their neck, and their clothes are all along the same spectrum of gray, brown, and black. “I think my ankle’s messed up from the fall. I don’t think I’ll be able to get that far on my own.”

“So you want me to help you?” Stephen deadpans. “After pulling a knife on me?”

“I thought you were going to kill me!” The thief says defensively, nervously tugging on their cloak.

“Well, if I’m to trust you, you might as well tell me your name,” Stephen says, sighing. “I’m assuming you already know who I am, yeah?”

“Of course! You’re Stephen, the prince of this kingdom!” The thief says excitedly before growing quiet once again. “I feel like we got off on the wrong terms, I’m Hosuh, nice to meet you.” The thief takes his hood off, revealing a head of silver hair tied into a low ponytail and light blue eyes before nervously looking away from Stephen and fumbling with his cloak some more.

Stephen finds himself adjusting his coat and running a hand through his hair, and finally, it hits him. It’s the middle of the night, and he’s standing outside with a thief in an old long sleeve shirt, baggy pants, and an expensive coat. A theif with striking silver hair, and the most beautiful light blue eyes he’s ever seen before.

Oh shit he’s kinda cute.

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Out of Context Escapism Scenes (Inspired by Steven Universe dialogue I’ve heard!!)

1. “Everything’s fine.” Stephen grits out, setting a card down carefully onto the beat up coffee table.

“I know it’s not!” Hosuh insists, tugging lightly at his hair. “I know you just don’t want me to be scared, but just tell me the truth.”

“Jay is coming,” Annabelle says, setting her cards down. “And we don’t know who or what he’ll be coming with. He’s been living out here longer than all of us, and has had more time to adapt and gather whatever he wants, stuff that’s bound to overpower us. The truth is, Hosuh, we’re scared.”

2. “We’re bad at this.” Stephen says, kicking at the ground with his foot, not making eye contact with the others.

“What?” Annabelle gasped.

“Yeah, you can’t help him, and he shouldn’t be taking advice from me, and we don’t have Dan to tell us what to do!” Stephen’s voice raises with every word, and an infected starts banging at the closed door of the hospital room they had closed themselves into.

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!! Sciexpau !!

Jay stared down at Stephen who was bruised and bloody, barely staying on his knees.

Behind Stephen was Daniel, passed out and slumped against the wall, his recently dyed green hair falling over his closed eyes. To Stephen’s left lay Hosuh, bruised and beaten, but also a shard of glass stuck in his cheek from when Jay had decided to make his presence known, crashing through the window of the abandoned cabin. Jay had gone to knock Hosuh out first. After all, if he escaped, he’d be back for the others after a day or two.

Jay slammed his foot down on Stephen’s wrist as he began to reach towards Hosuh, earning a pained gasp from the purple haired man.

“Dammit, why you—” Stephen growled, glaring up at his once partner. The scientists had thought of them as an unstoppable duo, one that could retrieve both Dan and Hosuh easily.

“You were so good, so well take care of. You were adored,” Jay stated coldly, no emotion seeping through his voice as he addressed Stephen. “So why then, I wonder, Stephen, why’d you betray me?” Jay grinned, pulling a kitchen knife from the inside pocket of his jacket. He then threw it towards Hosuh, mere centimeters away from his skin.

“Don’t bring him into this.” Stephen pulled at his wrist, trying to get it out from underneath Jay’s boot.

Jay grinned. “Is all of this because of him, Stephen?” Jay’s expression quickly turned cold. “Go on, answer the question.”

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So I was thinking about cop! Hosuh and murderer! Stephen AU and...

“How does it feel to be stuck in your own handcuffs, officer?” Stephen grinned down at the cop before him smugly. “Bet you weren’t expecting that.”

“Please, just don’t kill me—” “Kill you?” Stephen cuts off the silver haired cop, laughing. “You think I’d kill you?”

The cop nods, watching Stephen’s every move with bright blue eyes.

“I wouldn’t kill you,” Stephen turns away from the cop and looks over his shoulder at him, grinning. “You’re way too interesting to kill.”

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More assorted Scientific Experimentation AU!! ((Sciexpau))

(I’m working more on Jay, and I want to get some more assorted parts out, so there might be 2+ updates today)

((This will be set to read more once I get home to my computer!!))

Dan, simply put, was exhausted. He was slumped against the cold bars of his cage, watching as rich men in suits talked, glancing over at him and the others. From where Dan sat, if he angled himself just right, he could see Jay sitting behind a pane of bulletproof glass, watching as the bidders talked amongst themselves. Jay’s smile was sweet, but there was nothing sweet about what he had done. Though every time he caught Dan looking up at him, he’d grin and blow a kiss.

To his right, Stephen sat in an even smaller cage, forcing him to lean over a bit. His wings couldn’t be tucked in with how small the cage was, so they were still out, extending past the bars of the cage and out a few more feet. Stephen was a generation above them, created with the thought that he would be able to capture both him and Hosuh, no human emotions factored in. But Stephen felt a lot more than he let on, maybe even more than he had told Dan about.

A man with a dark blue tie ran his fingers through the feathers of Stephen’s wings, earning a loud response full of curses. “Get away from me!” He would yell, trying to fold his wings in or even move to a corner of his small cage before wincing at the pain and realizing that his actions would be impossible to follow through with.

Next to Stephen was Hosuh, his dark hair having been pulled out of its ponytail, now resting at shoulder length. Hosuh sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them and wings folded in as if he was trying to make himself as small as possible. As if maybe if he could just sit still enough, the men in suits wouldn’t even notice he was there.

But then one walked up to him, and Hosuh stared up fearfully. When they reached their hand into the cage he moved away, and every time the man went to the side he was pressed against, he would quickly move to the opposite side. After a few more times of Hosuh moving to avoid the man’s hand, the metal bracelet that was tight around his wrist lit up before Hosuh jolted up, hitting his head on the top of the cage.

When Dan looked up, Jay was holding a remote, waving at him.

“Now, Hosuh, come on, be nice to our guests alright?” Jay’s voice comes over the speakers.

Hosuh glanced down at the bracelet wearily before leaning against the side of his cage closest to Stephen.

“Hey, face me.” The man said to Hosuh, kneeling down outside his cage.

Hosuh slowly turned around, shooting Dan a confused look before going back to staring at his hands which were neatly folded in his lap. The man suddenly grabbed Hosuh’s face, pulling him closer to the bars of the cage. Hosuh tried to reel back, to pull himself away from the man’s strong grasp, but he couldn’t.

“Get away from him!” Stephen pulled against the metal bars of his small cage desperately as Hosuh shot then both a panicked look.

“That one’s pretty nice, isn’t he?” Jay’s voice comes over the speakers again. “Sadly we aren’t selling them separately, those three are a package deal.”

“Hey, you, stop enjoying the show and come here.” A man with a gray suit jacket says, kneeling down beside his cage.

Dan felt sick as he moved over towards the man, watching him with weary eyes.

He had to get out of here.

He had to get all of them out of there.

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Hey kid, you want some scientific experimentation au? (Yeah, you do)

Dan collapsed to the floor and was simply kicked to the side by a black combat boot. Blood poured out of a gaping wound on Dan’s side, and Hosuh had to hold back the urge to crawl out from under the bed and launch himself out of the shattered window.

Fight or flight response, right?

Instead Hosuh folded his light gray wings tighter around him, shuddering as he heard footsteps walk around the small room.

This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be—

Hosuh held his hands over his mouth to stop himself from making any sort of noise when he heard a laugh, followed by the squelching of a shoe meeting an open wound, which led to the inevitable sound of Dan groaning out in pain.

“Get off of me,” Dan growled through gritted teeth. “If you’re taking me back to a buyer or the lab they’ll want me in good condition. They’ll be pissed at you.”

“I’ve been told exactly what to do, I am simply following orders.” Came their attacker’s response.

Hosuh found himself trembling, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be—

And then a hand grabbed his ankle, pulling him out from underneath the bed. Hosuh had cried out, his hands leaving his mouth to desperately grab at the foot of the bed frame but to no avail.

He had expected something ugly, someone he could hate with no forethought, someone who looked like they had met the terrible side of the scientists. He didn’t expect to see someone like them. Someone with black wings, most likely a raven’s, and dyed purple hair styled into a fluffy mohawk.

But even though he may have looked like an ally, he had torn Dan to shreds. Dan’s brown speckled wings were now coated with blood coming from multiple cuts, which the pain would probably render him unable to fly for a while.

Hosuh found himself hating the thought of being in the inner city with thousands of people surrounding them more than the person in front of him. Though, their attacker wielded a knife, and Hosuh couldn’t fight, which made the whole situation worse. And Hosuh desperately wanted out of this situation as well.

Hosuh knew he should be struggling, escaping, jumping out that window and snapping his wings out last second before he hits the ground and zooming off. He’d come back for Dan later, right? But if he left, and purple mohawk couldn’t catch him, he’d take Dan back to the labs or the buyers alone.

He felt sick to his stomach.

What should he do? What could he do?

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I was watching Steven Universe videos because I can’t fall asleep and some of the dialogue really inspired me to write a bit of apocalypse au at random so—

“You shouldn’t be anywhere near the fight!” Stephen yells, grabbing onto the front of Hosuh’s jacket, lifting him up off the ground. “You’re too important!”

“I am not!” Hosuh argues, glaring down at Stephen, his hands balling into fists.

“Yes you are!”

“No!”

“Why won’t you just let me do this for you Hosuh?!” Stephen drops Hosuh to the ground, causing the silver haired to fall back with a loud thud. Stephen backs away, staring down at the other below him.

Both Daniel and Hosuh stay silent.

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Title thingy - White Lights and Black Eyes //have fun with whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean

In a futuristic dystopian society, Hosuh works as a nurse for one of the hospitals in his city, when suddenly, people are coming in, extremely sick. First the doctors think it’s just a cold, and give their patients antibiotics and send them back home. More and more people from a poor sector in the city come in, desperately in need of medicine, which of course, the hospital hands over at a price.

Then, things take a turn for the worst. This epidemic isn’t a simple common cold, it’s something that has never been dealt with before. Stephen is the first patient to come into the hospital with black leaking out of his eyes. Of course, this hurts very much, and Hosuh takes to taking care of this patient, making Stephen’s health his number one priority.

When Hosuh’s shifts are over, he returns home to do some research on the new epidemic, only to dive a bit into the dark web and come across something he does not want to see: evidence that the government was behind this virus, purposely releasing it into a poor sector to test it before using it in biological warfare against the country theirs borders.

This is when Jay is sent in, sent specifically to shut Hosuh up. Jay is a military battalion leader known for his brutality on the battlefield and his intelligence among the government officials. Right as Jay is about to ensure that Hosuh never speaks a word of what the government has been doing, Daniel, a runaway from the government’s gifted program and leader of a small but quickly growing rebellion saves him.

Now it’s up to Daniel and Hosuh to find a cure for the virus Stephen has been infected with, and to avoid Jay and the rest of the government all while doing so. Will they emerge victorious, overthrowing the government and saving Stephen, or will they die trying?