Authors: black_goose and umberela
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Sehun/Luhan, Tao/Kris, Kai/D.O
Word count: 673
Summary: "The Oracle has seen the twelve united. War is coming to the Nations. We must prepare for battle."
A/N: THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GIVE US A MUSIC VIDEO LIKE THE MAMA MV, SME. LAURA AND ELA HAVE A NERDY FREAK OUT AND COME UP WITH A GIANT EPIC AU FIC IDEA AND THEN DON'T REST UNTIL IT'S WRITTEN. this fic is generally just a mash up of lots of different things that we've seen and watched and loved and if you think you recognise something from it (lol Avatar), probably a source of inspiration tbh. But we are very excited about this fic and we hope you are too :3 We are posting this prologue separately as a sort of a teaser, we are cruel like SME is cruel.
Holy water cannot help you now
See I've had to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out
- Florence and the Machine: Seven Devils
The moonlight fell through the sheer curtains in shifting tendrils onto the couple in the large bed, highlighting the angles of their bodies as they lay curled together. The curtains billowed gently with the breeze coming through the open window, the air warm. Thin crisp sheets were pulled low on the couple’s bodies, so as to take advantage of the breeze which was the only means of cooling down the room after a blistering day, the heat of which still lingered even through the night.
There was a rustling of sheets as the taller of the couple shifted in his sleep, opening his eyes in tired confusion as to the reason that he had been woken. He moved an elbow under himself, sitting up slightly, and the movement jostled the boy in his arms.
Baekhyun snuffled, pulling away slightly and opening his eyes. “What,” he murmured, giving Chanyeol a baleful glare before he let his eyes fall shut again, relaxing into the mattress.
“I don’t know,” said Chanyeol, forehead creasing in confusion. He sat up fully, reaching out with a hand and lighting the lamp on the bedside table with a touch of his finger. Beside him, Baekhyun rolled onto his front and buried his head in the pillow, trying to avoid the soft glow of dancing orange light now coming from the lamp. His silver Shifter symbols, star shaped and attached by delicate links to his fingers and wrists, clinked softly with the movement, catching the light, and the sound made Chanyeol realize he had woken up because it was too quiet.
He looked to the window and saw that the curtains had fallen still, no longer moving with the breeze because the window had been shut. He stared for a few seconds while his tired brain tried to work out what was significant about the shut window. Then sweat broke out on the back of his neck, and he was uncertain as to whether it was because of the sudden increase in heat in the room, or because of the realization that they were definitely no longer alone.
He placed a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder, ready to shake him awake, and with his free hand lit the large light piece that hung from the ceiling. The room was suddenly aglow with large quantities of the orange light that had caused Baekhyun so much discomfort, and Chanyeol had barely even registered the three men, dressed all in black, before they were advancing towards him. One of them made it to the bed before the pinpricks of heat in Chanyeol’s fingertips could become anything tangible. He was hit over the head with something he didn’t see, but it resounded on his skull like metal, and he slumped, falling out of the bed with the sheets tangling around him. He heard Baekhyun shouting, but was unable to focus on the sound enough to decipher the words. The mens’ shadows were shifting over them, their forms smokey from the darkness and the flickering light of the fires, but the sound of Baekhyun crying out in pain was able to bring him back to reality enough to lash out with the latent heat in his hands. The pinpricks became a whip, snapping out and licking up the side of one of the men, setting his black robes ablaze in an unnaturally swift flare of light and heat.
The feeling of his power grounded him, coming to to the sounds of the man screaming as he floundered around the room, the smell of burning flesh acrid and sharp in Chanyeol’s nose. He lifted his head just in time to watch as Baekhyun crashed through the window, glass shards scattering like diamond flakes in the silver moonlight.
Chanyeol heard the shouts of the men, watched the burning one finally fall to the floor in a twitching lump, and the hurt at being left behind so quickly was just starting to bloom when he was struck on the head again, and this time he felt no pain.