This post is for ANY AND ALL UNDERAGE PROMPTS. This means any pairing where one or both persons are under the age of 18.
PROMPTS AND FILLS MENTIONING REAL PERSONS CURRENTLY UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE BANNED.
They can not be aged up or mentioned in passing. Use OCs or someone else to fill the void.
ART DEPICTING UNDERAGED PERSONS IN ANY SITUATION IS
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A tear slides under the curve of Jensen’s jaw. It breaks the stillness hovering around him. He moves, ready to fit his entire hand around Jensen’s arm and drag him away from this crazy, but Yevlyn reaches for him.
“He must sing,” she says. “For the Binding to be true.”
“It will be,” he snaps, desperate and confused, core shaking in time with Jensen’s own trembles. Yevlyn’s eyes widen. “It will be true. It already is.”
Watching him with bewildered eyes, she repeats, “He must sing for the Binding to be true.”
“He doesn’t have to sing!”
And the singing stops.
A hundred eyes are on Jared as he sweeps past Yevlyn. Jensen tilts his head and his eyes are red from tears, from heat, so wide Jared could fall into them. When Jared reaches for his arm, they widen even further.
And Jared stops then, too, because he’s the obvious finally crashes through his skull and he realizes Jensen is terrified of him.
Jensen is shaking, trembling, fearful, crying, because of him.
Disgust and his own sense of terror wrecks Jared inside and out. How could Jensen be afraid of him? He’s never hurt Jensen. He may have come on a little - a lot - strongly, may have held him too long or too tightly, may have spoken more lewdly and roughly than a god was supposed to, be he’s never frightened Jensen. At least, Jensen’s never seemed frightened of him. Hesitant to come too close, shy, sweet, but never frightened.
“The Binding is true,” Jared says roughly.
A hundred mouths, including Jensen’s beautiful, perfect one, drop in a gasp.
“He must sing - ”
“No more singing.” Jared speaks to Yevlyn and the crowd, but he stares stormy into Jensen’s eyes, still shining with flowing tears. “He doesn’t have to sing to make it true, and he doesn’t have to fucking cry to make it true, either.”
Jensen whimpers, then, whimpers so soft and pitiful, a tender throated rabbit caught in Jared’s paw, and his next breath wracks his entire body with a deep sob.
Tearing his gaze away from Jensen, Jared looks into the crowd.
“You want to bind one of your tribe to your god?” Jared hisses. “He’s bound. He’s - uh, binded.”
“He… Has he displeased you, god?” a voice from the crowd questions.
Jensen cries openly at that, falls to his knees, small, crumpled form shaking as murmurs roll through the crowd.
“No. He hasn’t. He won’t.”
“Why no Binding?” Yevlyn questions. She’s watching him, not even glancing at her son as he sobs at their feet.
“The Binding is true!” Jared practically screams. The force of the words scratch his throat. “You want our lives to be intertwined like these trees, right?” he shouts, gesturing to the limbs above him. “They are.”
When the light doesn’t break the sea of confusion through the tribe, Jared grits his teeth. He appreciates the Lithians, really. They’re a kind people and they think he’s a god, treat him like a god, gave him Jensen who is an angel for real. But they can be dense as a fucking rock and right now they’re making him want to jackhammer those rocks to pieces.
Jared marches over to where his beautiful consort is crumpled on the earth. It’s so pitiful, all Jared wants is to scoop the boy in his arms, free his tiny body and feel it warm against his own, and take him. Take him away, take him to bed, take him home. Take him anywhere.
Instead, he crouches down. He runs his palm along the soft strands of Jensen’s hair. Jensen cries, shakes, harder.
Jared clenches his fists.
“Jen?” he whispers. “Jensen, please, look at me. I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not angry, I swear, but I need you to help me stop this, okay? Tell them the Binding is true and we can stop.”
Jensen shakes his head.
“Jen.”
“It is n-n-not true,” Jensen sobs pitifully into his hands. “N-n-not.”
“It is not,” Yevlyn echoes, and Jared doesn’t hit nice old ladies but he thinks he’s going to punch her in the throat. “The Binding is not true.”
“The Binding - ” Jared grits, so frustrated he’s going to start crying in a moment.
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