warning! mention of animal death(s) and possible upcoming ruined childhoods.

sexual content too!

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          Mal lost track of time. It must have been a few hours before Ben decided it was enough and headed off to bed. They sat there on the wet cement floors of the balcony, waiting until he was gone and then waiting another five minutes to be sure he wouldn't come back.

          Audrey was still shivering, which Mal was grateful for; shivering meant she was still alive. They made sure to wring their clothes plenty of times before going back in, intent on not leaving a single trace of their presence. They still didn't let go of each other, not until they made it back to Mal's room. The weather was still bad, but soon it turned sporadic. A few minutes of the worst rain and wind anyone could imagine, and then some random minutes of peace until it built up again. It reminded her of Evie.

          There was no way Audrey was leaving in this mess, and frankly, Mal preferred to look at a pretty girl than a dangerous thunderstorm. But hey, didn't everyone?

          "Here, you can warm up with this," She handed her one of the spare towels that were brought to her earlier. "And I think there should be some extra clothes somewhere, hold on." She whispered.

          "Please tell me this chamber has a fireplace." At least the princess had the good sense to whisper as well. At this time of night, everyone should be dead asleep, but not for people who had around-the-clock servants walking the halls every hour.

          "The storm soaked all the firewood through the chimney; it'll be hard to get something going, and it's still raining."

          "Oh joy," She released a loud sigh and furiously rubbed her palms together before blowing into them.

          "Let me see what I can do." Mal said, crossing the room to see what materials she could gather.

          The fireplace was indeed very wet, but with the ventilation, they could still burn stuff on top of it. Mal grabbed one of the unused towels to lay over the wet logs and then checked the desk by the door. It had plenty of parchment paper and even better: a copy of The History of Auradon Volume I. She ripped up dozens of pages and made them into bundles to place around the towel. Now all they needed was a fire.

          Taking a deep breath, Mal closed her eyes and focused. She focused on the inner fire that was already burning deep within her, summoning it up with all her strength. With a click in her jaw, she opened her mouth. She could already smell the smoke, and she breathed out as strongly as she could. It lasted a few seconds, and she blew— smoke, she blew smoke. There was just grey-black smoke, like she was a living chimney. Where was the fire?

          There was a few seconds of lasting silence before Audrey piped up, "Performance issues?" She asked teasingly.

          Mal, ever so defensive, replied, "I've never really tried it before, no-magic barrier and all."

          "Right, except now you're not under a no-magic barrier," Audrey said, clearly enjoying the way this conversation turned.

          She swiveled around to face her, and Audrey's face was definitely fighting a smile— and losing. "Would you like to try breathing fire?"

          This time around, she did smile as she stood, "I think we'd have better luck with matches or some flint rocks."

          "Well then, princess, make yourself useful. I'm changing out of these drenched rags. So should you." Mal crossed the room to see what she could find. All she had was a pair of shorts, her shirt, and the sweater she had come here in. Shrugging, she began to take off the nightgown, and unlacing the bow made it easier for her to push her arms forward, letting it fall to her feet.

          She heard a short squeak from behind, and when she went to look, Audrey immediately turned around. "What are you doing?" She asked, her tone shocked and anxious.

          "I'm changing?"

          "You could've warned me?" She still refused to turn around.

          "What does it matter? I'm not embarrassed." Mal finished putting on the shirt, at least it was one of her looser ones. She stuck with it and her underwear. Fun, she thought sarcastically. "You can turn now." She could remember the countless times she and Evie would change in the same room, or having to see Jay walk around with all his glory out when he wanted to get a snack after he had one of his boyfriends over. A bare ass is a bare ass, after a while it just didn't register. It would get annoying when Evie would ask her to judge her outfits in a row, however. Her fashion shows lasted hours.

          She made a quick check before doing so, "Well, here in Auradon, we have this thing called decency."

          "Is that right? Well, I'm the one trying to kill it. And last I checked, so are you." She pointed a finger at her accusingly as she wiggled her brows. "Here, change fast, you're worse off than I am."

          Audrey did a double-take at the clothing.

          "What?" She asked, waiting for another complaint.

          "You left me the shorts? And the sweater?" She asked quietly, almost like she was waiting for Mal to yank them back the second Audrey touched them. She stayed quiet for a bit, staring at Mal's offering. Mal suddenly found herself wondering if she'd ever do this for Evie or Jay. She probably would if she needed them alive for something later. And that's exactly what this was, she needed the princess alive.

          "Sweetheart, you're human." She deadpanned, "You need more covering than I do. What we just endured was my equivalent of a cold shower, but for you? A cold if you're lucky, and really bad things if you aren't."

          Audrey didn't say another word, just took the clothing and nodded her head as a thank you. She wordlessly looked over at Mal, and Mal understood quickly.

          "Got it, I won't look." Mal promised, "Unless you ask me to." She shot her a grin which Audrey rolled her eyes at in response. Mal went back to the fireplace, servants usually kept matches near it to make it easier to light. She found some fast and quickly dropped the match atop the pile of papers.

          The fire was finally settled and had been burning through the crisp pages of Auradon's most important historical tales for a while. Audrey sat in front of it, her hands outstretched to capture its heat as best she could. Her hair had started drying at the ends, she looked almost relaxed. Mal didn't know what was going on through Audrey's mind, but she very much wanted to. And then she chastised herself for it, first Uma, now Audrey Rose of all people. Mal was a sucker for girls who would only bring her bad endings. In her defense, she was a very attractive bad ending.

          Audrey called her name, and she was very glad that both she and the fireplace had been in her view. She was just making sure the fireplace was running smoothly, that was all. "Hey, check the notebook to see if he wrote anything while we were out there."

          It only took a second to retrieve the brown leather-bound journal. "It's just a list of things for him to do." She passed the book to her.

Find a way to get L.M. back to New Scots— ask Prince Hubert about it.
Arrange a date with Mal to visit the botanical gardens.
Make sure the gardens are in good condition to later host a brunch for the Charmantes— dates pending.
Haircut on the eighteenth.
23rd of Osiran— Meeting with Ichabod Crane over Southbreak's reserves.
Send reconciliation letter to the Solis's?

          Audrey looked it over once, twice, and then one final time. "Okay, L.M. is easy enough, Laenor Mathan, no surprise there, he wants him gone as fast as possible. But he doesn't want to make a scene, so getting the uncle involved. The Charmantes meeting is intriguing; it could be nothing, but it could also be important." She muttered her thoughts aloud, "Ichabod Crane..." Her eyebrows furrowed in thought as she tapped her nail on the page, "he's Lord Treasurer for Southbrake, so either something is going very well or very badly for them to have a one-on-one meeting."

          "And Solis? That's Rapunzel's family right?"

          "Yeah, and the big question mark next to their name does not surprise me. They had a huge falling out with the Beaumonts during the War, it sort of spread to the rest of the kingdoms."

          "What, they have a problem with previous magical people too?" Mal recalled learning in Dragon Hall about how the princess was magic or something and her hair was cursed. Or her hair caused her curse? There's definitely something about a curse in there.

          "What do you know about Rapunzel?"

          "Um, long hair? Oh! Long magic hair." Why beat around the bush?

          "Right," Audrey smiled at her before explaining, "During the last year of the war, Beast started advocating for criminals to be sent away from the general population. Some of the villains were being imprisoned on the new Isle of the Lost and they figured to send all sorts of convicts and scum they saw away, but Corona de Luz refused. Rapunzel Solis was the only one to do so." Audrey's mouth tilted upwards and the way she said Rapunzel's name made it clear she found the woman impressive. "See on Corona, most criminals had been rehabilitated and were living peacefully, some even directly served the princess and were good friends with her and her family. When Rapunzel defended them and kept them safe, they loved her even more. Unfortunately, that only earned the entire Solis family a reputation as rule breakers and instigators. A lot of kingdoms just sort of... shut them out. Shunned them."

          Mal glanced back at the written page in the spelled notebook, "And now he wants to reconcile?" It was easy enough to figure out, Ben was normally filled to the brim of repressed emotions. He probably wanted the guilt off his shoulders— ironic since it wasn't even his fault.

          Audrey started to slowly nod her head as her eyes skimmed the writing. She was doing that thing again, her mind thinking miles ahead. "Too many reasons to count," she muttered to herself. "Twenty years and no one's even made an attempt to contact Corona de Luz, now he's thinking of breaking bread with them again. It's smart, new rule, new king; he wants to ensure he has their support in this new reign. But, this is also Ben we're talking about; he isn't exactly the most politically savvy person around. His father could've denied this and Ben went ahead with it anyway, or Ben is just doing it because, as their king, he feels guilt over an entire kingdom being excommunicated." She ran her fingers through her hair in deep thought as she scribbled on a loose sheet of paper. Mal didn't even notice she had found a pen. She went through so many possibilities in a span of a minute, considered all of them, weighed their pros and cons on the paper, only adding additional information she found important. It was mesmerizing to watch.

          She kept watching as Audrey made what looked to be a quick family tree. She probably felt Mal staring as she glanced up cautiously.

          "What?" She asked.

          "Nothing, it's just, it's—" Hot. "different."

          "What's different?"

          Mal couldn't say what was going on in her head, she'd get slapped. And she might like it.

          "Watching someone else be as competent as myself," She said instead, her eyes drifting to the fireplace, "Jay, Evie, Carlos. Sure, they're experts for very specific things but any other day of the week it's— it's like hoarding homicidal cats. But you, you don't waste any time, it's quite remarkable." Her eyes met Audrey's once again.

          Audrey didn't say anything back, which only made Mal switch her gaze back to the fireplace. They stayed there in silence for a while, regaining their strength, and consuming the heat. She didn't know how long it had been, maybe an hour or two. Sunrise would turn up eventually and Audrey couldn't stay here all night. So, Mal got to work.

          It had only taken her a few minutes while Audrey had returned to writing in the book she deemed hers.

          "Take this," Mal interrupted her writing, she was finally done. The pink ribbon she had lent her was offered back to the princess.

          "Oh, I don't need it back," Audrey shook her head, dismissing it.

          "I'm not returning it, I'm returning the favor." She pointed toward both ends of the ribbon where two pairs of sigils had been burned into it, leaving a golden texture in the design. "I charmed it. When you leave, make sure you're wearing it, it'll bend the light to keep you cloaked. It'll be like that thing you see in the corner of your eye that disappears the second you try to look. You won't be invisible, but no one will be able to tell it's you."

          Audrey didn't take it immediately. She just looked at it and then at Mal. "Thank you." She said, her tone more deeper than Mal had expected, like she was thanking her for something else. She reached for the bow but even as she took hold of one end, she kept her hand atop Mal's. Their fingers grazed each other for a while before Audrey snapped her hand back, the ribbon following in tow.

          They didn't speak much for the rest of the night, but that wasn't an issue for them. It wasn't something bad, it was quiet, peaceful, and comfortable, she dared say.

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          Jay could smell it before he saw it.

          He didn't know how much he would miss having his own room since he began sharing with Carlos de Vil. Carlos had always been a bit of a hellraiser since they were young. He was off-putting, unsettling, and downright creepy at times. Jay always knew that and always looked past it because in the end, you'd rather have Carlos fighting with you rather than trying to dodge his knives. But lately it's only gotten worse.

          The humid, warm, metallic smell hung thick in the air. Jay could almost taste it in his throat. Carlos also wasn't one to ask first if he could butcher a new animal in their dormitory.

          "Must you do that in our room?" He shut the door harshly, making sure to keep any prying eyes off the mess the devil boy made.

          "Our mighty leader made sure I'd promise to keep things behind closed doors, unfortunately." His tone of voice was sarcastic and mocking.

          "Then why not do it in the girls' room?" Jay argued.

          Carlos's head shot up in thought as though he forgot about that. "Huh," he smiled playfully, already making plans, "Next time, cross my heart." His grin only widened.

          "And what's today's catch?" He asked as he dropped his bag on the bed.

          Carlos had been a hundred and one percent focused on his new plaything, but when Jay made that question, the devil boy sprinted, stabbing the wooden desk with his knife in excitement. "You'll never believe it!" Jay didn't know Carlos was capable of portraying actual... happiness. He looked giddy. "Mal's little prince—or king now, I guess—wouldn't leave me alone until he got me involved in some extracurricular on campus. Some nonsense about students being uncomfortable when I stared at them too long, pff, they never complain when Evie does it."

          "Well, you don't look like Evie, or me for that matter." It was Jay's turn to grin as he shoved his bag under the bed.

          Carlos rolled his eyes, "Anyway he took us all over the damn place, and we made a whole circle back to the tourney field, he thought I could join the track team when he saw me run."

          "Oh, did you?"

          "Of course not, why?" Carlos asked, his tone confused, like he never even considered it.

          Jay didn't answer, and so Carlos continued, "At one point, I just kept running until I got to the woods, figured I'd ditch the new king. He was dangerously close to losing a pinky. And lo and behold, the little guy showed up." He gestured towards the bloody mess on his desk. "I haven't seen one in years, but this? This is the perfect present for Mother, she did say she wanted a new pair of earmuffs. I just wish it were a pedigree."

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          Jay made it a full twenty-four hours. He could stand it no-longer. The second he walked back into his dorm that day, the smell had only grown tenfold and increased in heat. Winter was weeks away, why did Carlos insist on keeping the furnace going? The final straw had been pulled, hell, it was in ashes. Jay pushed down the instinct to vomit and went to his bed, digging up the luggage bag he came with. It'd only be for a few nights until the smell would leave.

          "Three days, if the smell isn't gone I'm taking your wolf rug and burning it." He enjoyed the angry gaze he earned from Carlos, as the devil boy's eyes darted back and forth to him and to his beloved rug.

          "Where the hell are you going to stay? Evie's made their room look like her lab back home, there's barely any space for her clothes, imagine yours."

          "Oh, don't worry about me."

          He would not see Carlos for the next three days.

          Chad's dorm room was unlike the one he shared with Carlos, for one, it was a single suite. It was also double in size, with enough room to include a table for company, a fireplace, and a walk-in closet. Charmante colors were more present the longer one would look around, the sky blue, white, and gold proudly shined in Chad's clothing, his bedspread, even the tablecloth. All of it meant to show respect to the Charmante heir whilst he lived in Ivory Towers, and also for Chad to remind them of who he was. Though his family were not the ruling monarchs, they still had plenty of heavy influence on the mainland. But that didn't matter right now, what mattered was making sure Chad couldn't turn him away.

          Chad wasn't there, the lights were out when he arrived, but that didn't mean he couldn't wait for him. He placed his bag on one of the chairs belonging to the large table and removed his jacket, hanging it off the same chair. He dumped the paper clips he used to pick the lock in the rubbish bin and stood there for a minute. He breathed in the clean air, it was flowery and soap-like, and absolutely nothing like his butcher shop of a dorm room. Tracing his fingers through the finery and beautiful designs, he found his thoughts drifting toward what they often led: Agrabah. So close, yet so very far. He trusted that Mal could keep them out of the Isle, but he didn't trust she'd help get him Agrabah. No, that was something he would eventually need to do on his own. It'd be so much easier if Jasmine's son attended the university, at least he could get rid of him here. Evie knew how to make things look accidental, they'd finish quick, and Jasmine would have no choice but to bestow the title of heir onto him. Her eventual only remaining blood relative.

          He crossed the room and his eyes drifted over the bed, the cream and blue comforter looking deliciously inviting. Jay's fingers twitched slightly, almost fighting the instinct to dive into the mattress. Auradon beds were so much different, so much better. Everything was better here: the food, the scenery, the clothing, even some of the people were better looking. They were certainly cleaner. It was those facts that kept him up at night. All of this was supposed to be his. Maybe not exactly the same, but whatever the equivalent it was in Agrabah. His father often spoke of the beautiful ivory-white marbled palace. As prince, he would want for nothing, never go hungry, never fight to get his next meal, never stay up until sunrise to ensure his father's shop wasn't looted. So many sleepless nights making sure their only source of income was protected, the small valuable things they owned remained safe, that they themselves weren't held up by some revenge-seeking peasants.

          He gave in and jumped onto the bed, flipping over and extending his arms out to properly appreciate the bedding. Somehow he knew that Chad's bed would be better than the ones on the first floor. Soft and cool, plush and serene, he could get used to this. That was his last thought before he eventually nodded off to sleep.

          His dreams consisted of that same comfortable bed in a much different setting, he sat up on a circular bed with white and gold accents. It was a canopy, with gossamer silk curtains opened on either ends of the bed. He could see a table at the end of the room, it contained objects he knew were important— that's why he had them on display there. He got closer to inspect and as he did, he crossed the room and got to see the large tiger rug hanging on the right side of the wall. At least Carlos will be good for something. He approached the display and saw a medium sized red fez first, stained darker in some areas that took Jay a few seconds to recognize as blood. Of course, Aladdin would put up a fight. Next he saw the golden lamp his father would often go into detail about, it was simpler than he expected. What he found most interesting about it was that it was positioned on its side, cracked open like an earthquake went through it leaving a pile of sand underneath. Magic was always a shortcut. And finally he saw a crown, beautifully intricate made of gold. In its center was the pristine sapphire peacock that Jay had come to learn from his father as his aunt's favored jewel. Any crown or headband would contain the very one, she'd throw away any other gifts that didn't contain it. His father would describe the tantrums she'd throw in the palace over them, forever ingrained into his memory. He'd made sure it was ingrained into Jay's as well. It had been the only item left intact. Still beautiful, still complete, still there. But the second Jay went to pick it up—

          He sat up, the sound of keys clinking against a door knob, the knob twisting and the creaky opening. He had only a few seconds to run his hand through his hair, wipe his face clean, push himself up against the pillows, and toss his shirt onto the floor. The lights came on and Jay was met with the familiar curly blonde hair of the Charmante prince, who had yet to notice his intruder. Chad placed what looked to be his tourney bag on the table, failing to notice the items that weren't his. He was still wearing his tourney uniform and was all sweaty. Jay admitted he grinned when Chad jumped upon seeing the handsome boy on his bed, arms stretched out like he owned the place.

          "Jay!" He exclaimed before lowering his voice, "What are you doing here? It's almost ten!" He whispered-shouted.

          Jay didn't expect to have taken a six hour nap, in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he slept for six hours. There always too much on his mind, between growing up with his father and the shop to meeting Mal. When Mal started the Rotten, they had gotten plenty of early enemies who had no issue when it came to ambushes or sneaking up on them. Jay was the one always on the lookout, always watching, always waiting. It didn't matter once the enemies died down, or just died. There would always be more. People having a common enemy was just the first step, realizing it and acting on it was the next one. Jay made sure they never got to that part.

          "I know," he lied with a smile, "I've been waiting for you." He shined his teeth, eyeing him up and down. "It was certainly worth it."

          As expected, Chad's cheeks flushed pink with hints of red, "Ah," he stammered, forgetting his question, "Really?" He ended up asking instead.

          Jay ran a hand over his tousled hair, letting his hand drop to the side, "Do you not think so?" He asked, beckoning Chad to walk closer to the bed, he did as if in a daze.

          "I do, or I-uh," He struggled to find the right words as Jay shifted to the end of the bed, letting his legs swing down, "I appreciate it, I definitely appreciate it." He quieted down as he seemed to have finally noticed Jay was without a shirt. Chad's breath hitched as Jay's hands reached to touch his forearms.

          "You're all sweaty, did you just come from practice?" His hands slithered down to his waist, his left running lower to his rear and then back up, holding it with a good squeeze that made Chad give a little jump.

          "Yeah," his head bent down, as if in shame, "Coach kept me running drills to make up for my ill-performance as of late." Jay reached with his other hand to take hold of his neck, bringing it down to his mouth. "I don't know what it is, I keep getting distracted on the field," Jay kissed his neck. "I wonder what it could be." He trailed up to his earlobe and Chad forgot what he was going to say next.

          "It's a mystery," Jay whispered before licking up from the lobe to his helix, causing Chad to let out a very loud sigh.

          "A very, excruciatingly, compelling mystery." The prince let his hands wander too, pressing the back of Jay's head to keep him where he was. His other hand grazing the top of his skin to his collarbone, there was hesitance in his touch. He was almost afraid to venture too far by himself.

          "Do you want to find out what happens next?" He trailed his lips from his ear to his cheek, kissing it lightly, just barely. But enough for Chad to lean in for more.

          Chad took a few seconds to respond, enjoying the feeling of the pressure between their bodies. He could feel Jay so close. "Surprise me," he told him. Jay kissed him, his mouth working expertly against his. The sparks that would go off in Chad's chest started again, a warm buzzing feeling forming inside him whenever he was with Jay. He'd never get used to it. There was something so absolute about the way Jay kissed him. He had not been the first boy Chad had kissed. That had been the stablehand in his parents' summer house when he was fifteen, the best summer of his life. Two teenagers catching stolen, stumbling kisses in the stables, away from prying eyes and swept up in puppy love. They were shy and awkward, but it was the first time he felt like himself. When he went back the next summer, the stablehand was gone. They said he'd gotten a better offer at the Tradelands. Chad didn't know if that was a lie or not, and part of him didn't want to find out.

          Now it was Jay. Chad didn't know how long this would last, so he was prepared to make the very best of it that he possibly could. Jay was a lot of things, but shy was not one of them. His strong arms wrapped around his waist fully, lifting him for a few seconds to flip their positions and end up on his bed. The kiss breaking momentarily for Jay to lay on top of him as Chad's head hit the pillow. His hand cupped his neck and brought him back to his mouth. He could feel his tongue lick his bottom lip for entrance, which he gladly provided. Their tongues fighting for dominance that he had no intention of winning. The mesh fabric of Chad's trouser shorts was so light that he knew the second Jay's hand had lowered to reach him. His grip was strong and yet unexpectedly gentle.

          Jay gave him one final kiss before lowering from his mouth to his neck and then grazed the ends of his shirt to slightly pull up, Chad interrupting to grab the ends himself and throwing it across the room. Jay smiled at his eagerness and returned to his mission, trailing his tongue and kissing down to his stomach before getting lower and lower. Chad released yet another loud sound that made him really glad there weren't many people living on the fourth floor.

          "You still want to be surprised?"

          He replied with zero hesitation, "Definitely."

          Jay's fingers slithered around the opening of his shorts and in one swift move, yanked them down fully, soliciting a gasp from Chad. He wasted no time in taking Chad in his hand, pumping him gently, softly until there was nothing soft about it. Chad's eyes drifted closed as he panted, his back arching the minute he felt Jay's mouth on him.

          The rest of the night was followed by the sound of moans and gasping, gripping each other's skin as Jay entered him, and Chad wishing the night would not end.

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- Mal still can't produce fire directly, she can manipulate it if it's already there. In cases of extreme emotion she's managed to summon it but out of control and not from her own body (which is the goal when you're a Flectere Dragon)

- Mal totally just wants to keep Audrey alive, that's why she gave her more of the clothes, totally, that's totally it.

- What did you guys think upon learning more about the kingdoms in Rapunzel's case? Discuss or ask questions, please do so!

- Ichabod Crane is in fact a character from Sleepy Hollow, there's animation Disney made available to stream, or youtube works too. Except, he moved down to Southbreak. Brom Bones moved there too. They're both on the Council of Representatives for Southbreak.

- The ribbon being helpful twice already.

- Yes, the animal that Carlos was talking about is in fact a uh... an animal we see... in all three movies... Do I really have to say it?

- Let me distract you with Jay and Carlos' bedroom trivia! I have also made a tumblr where I post about this story, cast characters and royal families, and any other stuff about it. So, if you're interested in sneak peeks or have questions, I'm there often, it's still new but I got plenty of stuff on its way. https://www.tumblr.com/valkerinyes

- Jay's dream and his information on Jasmine and her family all stem from Jafar, just remember that he learned all that from his dad. As for his dream, there are so many interpretations to it and what awaits. Take note there is no represenation for Aziz, Jasmine and Aladdin's son or Jordinn, the Genie's daughter. I did this because since Jay's information is limited to personal accounts from his dad, his dad had never met Aziz or Jordinn before, so even though Jay knows they exist, he doesn't have anything to relate to them other than relation.

- The Tradelands is just what the Auradoners call the Summerlands.

- We get more insight into Jay's childhood on the Isle and how his mind works!

- Also, just a content warning for anyone following Jay and Chad's relationship. This will not be a healthy one, it's one filled with seductive manipulation, toxicity, power imbalance, and just overall lies. Jay knows how to work Chad and Chad is not a difficult person, so this does last a while unfortunately. If anyone finds that uncomfortable to read I heavily urge you to skip their scenes whenever Chad appears. But truthfully, their relationship is a plot point in the story, so if this isn't the story for you, I completely respect that.

no mundanes allowed
- polaroized