Don't Judge the Love (Youtuber One-Shots)

Setosolace (Magic)

Title: Magic (omg so creative)

Pairing: SetoSolace

Suggested by: Several thousand people (kay, not quite), but I'm going to dedicate this one to Insane_is_here on wattpad

Original Prompt: "I have something to say... SETOSOLACE SMUT PLS" To which I replied with:

"NONONONONONONONONONONON I'm allfor Setosolae, but I will NOT write msut. I'm still a innocent, buddy, and I want it to stay that way. :)"

And Insane replied with: "Please at least fluff." That I can do, friend.

Genre: Action at the beginning, pure fluff at the end. :)

Warnings: Brice has some gruesome thoughts, just pointing that out. And Seto's parents died in the most disgusting way possible. But that wasn't really that graphic, it was just a short sentence or two telling you what happened. Oh, and if you're afraid of heights, the end of this might make you a little queasy.

Word Count: 6667 (ERMERGERSH THAT 666 AT THE BEGINNING IS EEEEVVVIIIILLL. IT'S THE DEVIL'S NUMBER. AND 7 IS GOD'S NUMBER SORT OF KIND OF A LITTLE MAYBE. AND IT MAKES SENSE BECAUSE THE BEGINNING OF THIS ONESHOT IS EEEEVVIVIILLL AND THEN THE END IS PURE FLUFF. YEAH. … YEAH.)

Seto's POV

"Augh!" I cry out as yet another of my power orbs is stolen from its pedestal. I can feel the magic being forced out of my soul with every spell they cast using the orbs.

And what am I without my magic?

I am nothing.

They have five of my eight orbs, and my magic is noticeably weaker now. When the orbs were in their rightful places on the pedestals in my Sorcery Room, I was able to draw maximum power from them whenever I needed it. Now that five of the orbs are in their possession, I can only draw power from the two orbs still on the pedestals.

The eighth orb is hidden in the pocket of my cloak. I'm going to save it for as long as possible since its power is limited. Plus, after the invasion ends, it'll be the only source of power I have left.

The only source of life I have left.

"Infirmus protectione!" I put up another medium-strength force field around the two remaining orbs. I know what these people are planning to do with my power, and it's certainly not going to make the world a better place. These people only want my powers so they can send the world into chaos. I can't let them do that. I can't.

I'm in my room right now. The Sorcery Room is downstairs, and I'd be downstairs, too, if it wasn't for the intense pain that comes with getting your power orbs stolen and then used by someone other than yourself. And it's not just a tiny bit of pain, oh, no. See, as a sorcerer, I'm capable of withstanding large amounts of pain. Someone could slice one of my fingers off, and, though my physical health would deteriorate, I would feel nothing more than a pinch. It takes a lot for me to curl up in a ball in the corner of a room and just try not to move, and that's what this insane pain is causing me to do right now.

If I could see the orbs and the pedestals, I could cast better protection spells on them. But I can't, so all my spells are weakened by fifteen percent. Great. That's definitely helping my situation. (If you couldn't hear the sarcasm in that, I'm worried for your health.)

"Go look upstairs! If we kill the sorcerer, we won't have to deal with him constantly putting up extra protection for the orbs!" one of the men downstairs shouts. Oh, no. Please, no. Please don't come upstairs.