#magic au

Illusion caster!ghost doesnt act like ur stupid when he explains magical things. He treats you like an equal on and off the field. Flickering out lights to provide you cover, creating distractions. Off the field hes a bit awkward, but includes you subtly in conversations, even if they're revolving around magic you have no experience with.

Shapeshifter!gaz who avoids the hell out of his paperwork by shifting into an animal and hiding. You dont have the typical magic used to detect such shifters, so instead you become creepily skilled at analyzing animals behaviour. It gets to a point where you can look up at a flock of pigeons and instantly point out gaz. Ofc he brags about this skill to everyone, bringing it up when someone so much as sniffs in ur direction wrong fore being magicless. Hed sooner die than let someone disrespect his favourite team mate!

Alchemist!soap whos family has been closely tied to magic for generations, so alchemy is second nature to him. He let's you sit on the counter of his potions room and occasionally hand him ingredients. All the while hes explaining why one ingredient is chosen over the other and how they affect the brew. You cant really brew anything urself, but he involved you enough the process that it feels close.

Abjuration caster!price who always puts a protective spell on his men before an op. But, call him paranoid, he takes the extra time to put a few more on you. You grumble the whole time, but let him fuss. Secretly, it feels nice to have the warm weight of prices magic over you, to feel that connection between you and your team. Hes also got a few spells he keeps up off rhe field, simple ones that ward off sickness and venom. He really cares, the spells he casts every morning proof of that.

And you, who has no magic and watches helpless as prices spells shatter. Soap falls the the floor, and there's nothing you can do, hands trembling and mind screaming. Ur curled over his body, voice screaming hoarse as you beg him to come back. His body is still warm, you can feel him. Ghost tries to drag u away but u just cling tighter. Ur ears are ringing and u feel like your chest is about to tear open, and ghost watches in horror as your palms begin to glow.

In fact, ur whole body seems to vibrate with sudden and violent magic, all of it aimed towards soap. There's no words to describe it, ur hardly even aware of it over the grief, but suddenly the corpse under u jerks and sits up with a wet gasp. Johnny, your johnny, is alive and breathing. Hes looking at you, the tears in ur eyes, the way ur glowing hands press to his.

they're ken dolls under there don't worry. ANYWAY! More about the wingfic AU (which is being written as we speaks, me promises) in which Grace (and Rocky) gets Isekaid and Simon, who's From There, is trying to figure out What The Hell is Wrong with this Guy and his Earth Elemental Buddy (In reference to this doodle post)

Generally speaking, by all standards for this setting, Simon's pretty standard. He has chunks of feathers near his back that have been lost and scarred back white / paler, but other than that his shimmer is relatively hard to make out. However, his 'spurs' (the elbow claws) are pretty hefty compared to normal.

Grace, however, is EXTREMELY abnormal for an aasimar. Ofc, aasimar are very beautiful, but it's very very rare that feather color is more than simply their hair color and the luster or sheen of whatever valuable material they may represent. Aasimar are shiny. And valuable. And very Wanted. Not only that, but he glows in the dark! (Such is the consequence of being unwittingly fueled powered by the cosmic power of The Universe He Comes From. Gives a whole other meaning to Celestial Body amirite? Yippee!) There are fun little deets to him, like the fact that his wings are technically a map of the Milky Way center and also reflect the Butterfly Nebula. His scars also manifested more like the Crab Nebula. There's more to him, especially the whole magic thing (that's a doozy) but he's also just. Very pretty. The prettiest girl at the party if you will. With fresh baby soft feathers. (Yes, they grew kinda all at once. No, it did not feel good. Rocky was fucking aghast)

These two chickens are in for a time.

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Small folk have their own traditions and magics that they keep largely to themselves and figure out how to work within their chosen religion. There is one tradition that they've kept alive all through the changing of the Faiths in the land. Marriage to the dead.

In olden times, it was common for young maidens who got pregnant out of wedlock to choose a recently deceased man and wed them before the heart tree, back when they followed the Old Gods. Now there are Graveside Septons, who are willing to perform a ceremony for coin or some other trade.

It was a marriage of protection and convenience and... well the spouse is dead, so what care have they for the living? Only, sometimes, very, very rarely, a living spouse could provide a pathway back to the living for the dead spouse. Even if their body had been burn too ash, as had been the tradition in the earlier days for dealing with the dead, when the specter of the Long Night still held sway. When all of Westeros remembered, not just small pockets. When such treatment for the dead would keep them from being risen as a Wight, but would not stop them from being given a pathway home...

This marriage rite continues, even thousands of years after the Faith of the Seven has become the dominant religion. Every now and again, a young maiden will go to the Graveyard Septon and she will be wed to a recently deceased man and... he will be restored to life, hale, whole. That was always the difference between those resurrected through the Pathway, and those resurrected as wights or through the fire magic of the Red God. If they follow the pathway home, they come back as they were before they died. All of themselves.

It is said that only when the maiden truly loved her chosen spouse would they be granted the Pathway back to life. But it's a tradition so shrouded in mystery and magic and lost lore that no one knows for sure.

In the olden, olden days, no one speaks of it it, but it wasn't just maidens pregnant out of wedlock who would marry the dead. Soldiers would come home from war and wed their fallen comrades before the heart tree, or by the words of the Graveyard Septon. Sometimes, if they were lucky, their fallen companion would find the Pathway home. But that tradition hasn't been kept since the Andals took over and the Faith ousted the Old Gods... but it's remembered though. Whispered among the Small Folk.

Baelor dies at Ashford, his body is set to the pyre. In a foolish, drunken, desperate attempt to have Baelor back, Dunk takes some of his ashes, and he goes to the nearest weirwood tree that he knows of, from his past traveling with Arlan. He's seen enough First Men weddings to know how they work, he's even witnessed a few Weddings to the Dead, so he knows what to do for those, too. He says the words, he scatters the ashes, and he kneels before the heart tree and bows his head, making his vows and prayers to the Gods he doesn't know if he believes in.

When the voice calls him, he almost thinks he made it up. That it's just his mind playing tricks on him. But the voice speaks again.

"Ser Duncan? Where are we? What have you done?"

There, kneeling beside him at the heart tree, wearing the same armour he died in, the same armour he was burned in, is Prince Baelor. Dunk offered him a Pathway... and he followed it home.

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There is a very good reason Obi-Wan is the way he is. Multiple good reasons, in fact.

1. At a very young age he was kindly adopted and raised by the Jedai’i Circle, back when Yoda was still head of the Circle. Which in itself should explain half his personality.

2. He was involved in the first battle against Palpatine when he was 8 years old. He watched Palpatine’s first vessel get beheaded by Mace’s magic.

3. He mastered his first element at age 8. Those two reasons are connected.

4. He was chosen to have an apprentice when he was 25 years old. Anakin had been his friend, his other half clicking seamlessly under his wing and allowing him to fly.

5. He lost sight in his right eye at age 35. He got a limp in his right knee at age 35, as well. His metaphorical wings clipped, his mastery of the third element, and the killing blow against a raging and dark magic rotten Anakin in a bloody drag-out fight. He got those at 35, too.

Very, very good reasons for his distance. For his never ending battle to remain kind and good in the face of so much darkness.

Very, very good reasons that nonetheless do shit in explaining why he’s kissing Cody back with every ounce of himself poured into the wish that this moment won’t stop.

HAPPY SPRING EXCHANGE!! @aftgexchange

| Fem!Andreil | Medieval AU | Magic AU | Maybe a lil bit of pining for flavour |

Hi @writtenendings , I was your gifter for this round. I loved all of your prompts so much. I chose these ones because the moment I saw Medieval I got a little excited. This piece is inspired by "The Unicorn Rests in the Garden." Also known as "The Unicorn in Captivity.", a Medieval woven tapestry. However all of the seven tapestries gave me a lot of inspiration.

I hope your exchange is a wonderful one and here's a sweet little bonus;