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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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Hi, do you think you could write a Asterin x reader x Vesta fic where reader decides to go out into the woods for a thing and doesn’t come back for a while, but since readers more adventurous it’s normal for her to take a few days to explore the woods.

But then it’s been a week and the witches are about to say fuck it and go in after reader but then suddenly reader show up with a massive, half-feral female wyvern and is just like “hi, missed you babes this is Fenrir”

hii💜 I've been feeling whimsical lately and that definitely shows in this fic

Lucky Me

Asterin x Reader x Vesta

warnings: none

Shoving the last of the rations into your bag, you clasped it shut, slinging the leather strap across your body. Asterin and Vesta watched you from the doorway, thinly veiled worry in their eyes.

“Why do you feel the need to go into the forest, again?” Asterin questioned, plopping down on your bed, her black and gold eyes peering up at you through long lashes.

Vesta rolled her eyes, laying down on the bed next to Asterin. “This is what she does. Our Fearless Adventurer,” she mocked with a flourish of her hand.

You scoffed, playfully sticking your tongue out at Vesta as you made your way towards the door. “The Jungle of Morla is known to have sprites called Leipreacháns. Apparently if you capture one, it has to give you its fortune,” you said, waggling your eyebrows as you elaborated on the mysterious tale. “It’s been a bit dull around here lately, and I’ve been wanting to explore the Witch Kingdom. And what chance would a little sprite have against a witch?” you bragged haughtily.

Asterin pouted, sitting up from the bed to throw her arms around you. “I don’t want you to leave,” she mumbled into your shoulder.

Pressing a kiss to her cheek, you swore, “I won’t be gone longer than a few days. If I don’t find a Leipreachán, I’ll just scout the jungle so that we know what it’s like for the sake of defense and head back home.”

Soft blonde hair buried further into your shoulder, Asterin’s hug around you only tightening. Vesta stood, a smirk on her face as she moved to join the hug.

“I hope you plan on sharing that gold with us,” she teased, and you only brought her closer, basking in her comforting scent before you finally let the pair go and turned to walk out the door.

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The jungle was full of life - the trees a more vibrant green than you’d ever seen, birds, snakes, and large cats found at every turn. But after a full day of travel, there remained no sign of any fairies, much less Leipreachán.

Exhausted and frustrated, you rolled out your pallet on the forest floor, listening to the sounds of chirping birds and the babbling brook as you fell asleep.

The next day passed in an almost identical manner. You enjoyed the liveliness of the forest, the fresh air and unique wildlife, but no fairies were to be found. Until you crossed the tree line, where the colors of the leaves changed. As in, they changed constantly. You were covered in a rainbow of magic, the treetops changing from green to blue to purple hues and everything in between as you marched onward.

Whispers echoed through the wind, your clue that dryads were in the trees. Bubbles sprung up from the brook, showcasing the alven who waved as they floated downstream.

You had clearly entered into a place of magic, surrounded by fairies, and thus decided that this would be a proper place to set up camp for the evening. Remaining cautious not to destroy or loot any of the plants and berries nearby, you pulled food rations from your bag. Jerky, bread, and chocolate was what remained at this point, and you decided that the protein and carbohydrates from the beef and bread would provide you with better sustenance to further your search of the Leipreachán tomorrow.

Setting the chocolate back inside your bag, you ate your dinner listening to the musicality of the enchanted forest, eventually drifting off to sleep under the starry sky.

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Unbeknownst to you, time moved slower the further you ventured into the Jungle of Morla. While less than three days had passed where you were, seven had passed in the Witch Kingdom.

Vesta paced back and forth, fingers tangled in her red hair as she fought the anxiety building within her. Asterin watched her from the couch, leg bouncing as she chewed on her lip.

“What do we do? Do we go after her? We don’t even know where she could be,” Vesta babbled, breathing growing difficult as visions flashed of all the terrible things that could have happened to you.

Asterin released a shaky exhale before she stilled, looking up at Vesta. “Of course we go after her. We can venture to the edge of the forest - that’s nearly half a day’s journey, and we’ll decide from there. I’m sure she left a trace of where she traveled.”

With that, the witches packed their bags, setting off towards the jungle.

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A small, frustrated huff echoed in your ear, rousing you from your sleep. Bleary eyes opened to see a greenie at your side, hopelessly trying to open the bag which you were currently using as a pillow. You eyed the little golden fairy for a moment before you sat up, keeping your hand firmly on the bag.

The fairy jumped back, frightened as its iridescent wings twitched in irritation. “What do you want?” it hissed up at you.

You scoffed, shooing the fairy back with your hand. “What do you want? Who do you think you are, trying to dig through my bag?”

The fairy sniffed, turning her head to the side as she tapped an impatient foot. “You are the one in my forest, bringing chocolate! Of all the sweets, you bring chocolate and expect no fairies to take it? I could smell that from a mile away,” she huffed, eyes flicking to the small opening in your bag.

“Nuh-uh,” you tsked, slamming your hand over the opening with a Cheshire grin. “I’ll make you a deal,” you drawled, the greenie immediately perking up at your offer. “If you can help me find a Leipreachán, I’ll give you all the chocolate that I have. Which is a good bit, I’ll add.”

The fairy took about one half of a second to decide before she reached out a gilded hand, shaking the tip of your finger. It was a deal.

“The Leipreachán waits at the end of the brook,” the greenie said, holding out her hand expectantly for you to deliver the chocolate. You sighed, opening the bag to snap off a tiny piece of the sweet before dropping it in her tiny hands.

“I’m going to need more information than that, if you want more chocolate,” you countered. “How does a brook have an end? Where is that?”

Gold dust shook from the fairy as she stomped a foot, glaring up at you. “The end of the brook is the end of the brook,” she scowled, pointing upstream. “It begins at the lake. You will know it when you see it.”

You took a moment to consider, knowing how mischievous greenies and other sprites can be. Her directions seemed simple enough. “Fine. Here, take the rest of the chocolate,” you granted, setting down the bar in front of her. You were shocked at the strength she showed, her tiny wings beating like a hummingbird’s as she lifted the bar twice her size, flying away without another word.

“I guess that’s it, then,” you muttered, rolling up your cot and beginning your journey towards the lake. You walked for several hours with only the sounds of strange birds and the dryads to keep you company, when you came across a clearing.

The trees parted, their colorful assortment of leaves making way for the sunny afternoon sky and a calm, crystal clear lake ahead of you. Scanning the landscape, you began to search for the Leipreachán when you felt something pull on your pant leg.

Startled, you drew your dagger, turning to find a small, very old looking man with a long red beard. Immediately, you lunged for him, barely catching the little sprite’s ankle in your grip to drag him back towards you.

The Leipreachán spewed curses at you, thrashing in your hold as he fought to be free. You pressed your dagger to his throat, and the sprite’s eyes grew wide as he stilled.

“Okay, then. You’ve caught me. I assume it’s my gold that you want, then?” he asked, his voice too light and teasing. Something was amiss here. Nonetheless, you nodded, eager to hear what he had to say.

“My pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow. If you find it, it’s yours,” he said, a delirious chuckle echoing from his lips until his face turned red, the Leipreachán disappearing into a puff of green smoke.

Waving your hand, you coughed and sputtered out the smoke from your mouth as you sat back on your heels, pondering what he meant. There was no rainbow; it hadn’t rained recently. The sky was clear above you. If only you could climb above the tree line to see the horizon, see if the rainbow was there.

As you searched for a tree to climb to gain the vantage point you needed, the realization hit you like a brick, knocking you on your ass in laughter. The multi-colored trees of the enchanted forest were like a rainbow, and the end of the rainbow must be the edge of the forest.

Surveying the trees that surrounded the lake, you found that the path through which you’d come had disappeared. There were no multi-colored leaves that exuded magic, just crisp greenery. The cracking of branches sounded from behind you, and you looked across the lake to see the trees tops shaking, a monstrous roar sounding from within. A small sliver of brilliant colors peeked through the far side of the trees, and you smirked at the realization. The monster was the end of the rainbow.

~~~

Vesta was doubled over, hands on her knees as she panted for breath. “Goddess, how and why does she go on these treks? This should be a designated form of torture,” she heaved.

Asterin took deep breaths, opening her canteen as she stood next to Vesta, the two of them at the edge of the jungle. “I don’t know, but if she’s okay, I might kill her for putting us through this.”

Vesta’s head whipped towards Asterin, golden-onyx eyes sparkling with mirth. “You could just tell her how you feel,” she said, smugness radiating in her tone.

“So could you,” Asterin snapped back, huffing as she put her canteen away. “Let’s get going, before nightfall.”

Vesta managed to stand, aching muscles following Asterin closer to the tree line when they heard it. The trees shook with a massive wind, a loud roar bellowing from above, shortly accompanied by the sound of your voice, yelling something unintelligible.

Panic struck the witches, their hearts pounding with worrisome fear as a shadow passed overhead. Daring to look up, they saw the deep purple scales of a wyvern, your broad smile as you sat atop the beast.

Your excitement was palpable as you directed the wyvern towards the ground, Vesta and Asterin nearly losing their balance at the force of the landing. They watched, frozen in shock as you leapt from the beast, hauling your bag over your shoulder as you approached the wyvern’s snout.

“Good girl,” you cooed, scratching the creature’s chin. Striding towards Vesta and Asterin, you dropped the heavy bag to the ground, rubbing your shoulder at the pain from the weight it had been carrying.

“What are you two doing here? You missed me too much after a couple of days?” you teased, your smile quickly fading at their twin looks of confusion.

“A few days? It’s been ten days since you left,” Asterin whispered, her voice shaking. Your stomach dropped, mind reeling as you tried to process her words. “And you have a wyvern?” she gestured to the beast, admirably unflinching at how its wings flared, talons digging into the ground at her movement.

You glanced to the beautiful creature, admiration in your eyes at the marvelous being. “This is Fenrir. I think I’ll keep her,” you explained, giggling as Fenrir brushed her snout against you affectionately. After a moment of charged silence, you continued.

“Fenrir was guarding the Leipreachán’s gold. She was all chained up, poor thing. So she’ll be coming home with us,” you said, almost more to Fenrir than the others.

Asterin charged you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug as she buried her head in your shoulder. “Please never leave for that long again. I don’t think I could bear it,” she sniffled against your skin. You waved Vesta over, the other witch joining the hug.

“We both missed you, too much. I am just glad you are alright,” she breathed. With a smirk, you leaned back from the two of them, walking to where your satchel lay on the ground.

“I’m more than just ‘alright,’” you teased, an arrogant smile on your face as you dumped the pounds of gold from the bag. “Now, let’s fly home.”

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ciaossu-imagines · 10 months

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Hello, hello, my lovelies! Since I've gotten zero bites for asks for my other non-KHR/K fandoms, I'm going to host a little special event before my box reopens (after I finish writing fic and have posts done for all my fandoms) and I have another big event! So, this is how it's going to work!

I have exactly 42 fandoms, if I'm counting right. Below you'll find all 42 fandoms listed. Under those fandoms, you'll find a list of 42 AU's. I'll accept 1 request per fandom and one request per AU. For example, if someone requests KHR and mermaids, for example, I'll cross out both KHR and Mermaids and neither the fandom nor the AU can be requested for anymore. It's first come, first serve and I'll do my best to keep the lists up-to-date with requests. This event will close when all prompts and fandoms are taken. You can just request a fandom or you can request a specific character or group of characters from the fandom and you can request a reader insert character as well. YOU CANNOT REQUEST SCENARIO OR HEADCANONS OR HOW EXACTLY THE PROMPT WILL BE WRITTEN OR INTERPRETED, UNLESS STATED. That will be left up to the admin and what ideas I have, honestly. Any questions, feel free to inbox me! Without further ado!

FANDOMS

KHR

K PROJECT

NANBAKA

WELCOME TO DEMON SCHOOL, IRUMA-KUN!

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

SERVAMP

SAIYUKI

MYSTIC MESSENGER

IKEREV

EYESHIELD 21

THE OUTSIDERS

RONIN WARRIORS

KEKKAISHI

GETBACKERS

BLUSH BLUSH

CLASS OF THE TITANS

DISNEY'S ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN

DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE

BLACK CAT

HUNTER X HUNTER

KARNEVAL

THE ROYAL TUTOR

GANGSTA.

PSYCHO-PASS

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

THE COVENANT

DATE WARP

SEDUCE ME THE OTOME

POWER RANGERS MYSTIC FORCE

POWER RANGERS JUNGLE FURY

POWER RANGER NINJA STORM

BLEACH

NARUTO

HARRY POTTER

AO NO EXORCIST

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB

DEADMAN WONDERLAND

DURARARA!!!

SKY HIGH

HOLES

YU YU HAKUSHO

GINTAMA

AU'S

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

COFFEE SHOP

ROYALTY

BOARDING SCHOOL

HOGWARTS

SOULMATE (YOUR CHOICE OR LEAVE IT TO ADMIN)

VAMPIRE

WEREWOLVES

AMNESIA

ANGELS & DEMONS

ANIMAL SHELTER

DETECTIVES/BUDDY COPS

SUPERNATURAL DETECTIVE

PARANORMAL

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

RETAIL WORKERS

PARAMEDICS/DOCTORS/NURSES

MODERN DAY

SENT TO THE PAST/SET IN ANOTHER DECADE (YOUR CHOICE OR LEAVE IT TO ADMIN)

ASSASSINS/NINJAS

SUPER SPIES

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER

CHILDHOOD/ELEMENTARY SCHOOL (YOUR CHOICE)

HIGH SCHOOL

OLD AGE HOME/RETIREMENT COMMUNITY

PERCY JACKSON

BABYSITTER

BATTLE ROYALE/HUNGER GAMES

PRISON

PIRATE

CIRCUS/FREAKSHOW

DELIVERY PERSON

FAIRY TALES

PRETEND DATING

HAUNTED HOUSE

HAREM/REVERSE HAREM

MERMAID

MASTER/SLAVE

HOST CLUB

MAFIA

MAGICAL GIRL/BOY

DUNGEONS & DRAGONS

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irrealisms · 6 months

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every martyr in this jungle liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

okay so this first point is, like, barely a liner note for the fic proper. but did you know i have spent the past several weeks engrossed in the mcyt-trio polls. i have written two fics for it and made a web weave and i'm already planning a third fic for the finale next round as a thank you to the mods. shit's crazy. i rushed the editing timeline on every martyr in this jungle because i wanted to publish it before the time on this poll runs out. vote eclipse federation if you haven't already, with the disclaimer that it's got like 16 hours left as of me writing this, and keep an eye out for a bench trio fic coming soon to a blog and/or ao3 near you

anyway! fic time!

the most-used word in this fic that is not a name (the top three words are of course Vitalasy, Zam, and Subz) is again. this is on purpose. during editing i deleted an instance of "again" due to awkward phrasing and i had to double-check before doing so that it was still winning in Word Frequency or else i would've added it back in somewhere else. they have had this conversation before. maybe not in its details, but in its shape. they are having this conversation again, again, again.

vitalasy has so many issues around zam being afraid of him, even though (a) vitalasy hasn't actually done anything to anyone other than himself*, (b) zam is the one who killed vitalasy. some things i was drawing on for character inspiration here: the song hold no guns by death cab for cutie, the poem ON BEING RAISED ON FAIRY TALES IN WHICH YOU ARE THE MONSTER by a.m.h. *sorry for the planetlord erasure

zam...isn't actually as afraid of vitalasy as vitalasy thinks he is. zam is, like, a normal amount afraid of all social interaction, due to who he is as a person. he is an incredibly scared and jumpy guy, because he has an anxiety disorder, but he isn't actually particularly scared of vitalasy qua vitalasy anymore. vitalasy just...has issues from when he was.

relatedly: if this were from zam's pov, every time there is the slightest pause in the dialogue you'd get his internal monologue, which is approximately "oh God oh fuck this is going so terribly what do i say why am i so bad at talking to Vitalasy what do i do" the entire time. he's trying! and the tension on his end is much less "aaaa Vitalasy who I am scared of is here" and much more "WHY DO I KEEP SAYING THE WRONG THING. WHY AM I SO BAD AT THIS. OH NO HE'S EVEN SADDER NOW?????"

it did need to be vitalasy pov, though. as soon as i got the idea i knew it had to be vitalasy pov. i knew it had to be vitalasy pov because the previous one was zam pov and they're mirrors. here they are, at the grave, (again!) but now it's vitalasy standing vigil, and zam awkwardly showing up to put flowers on it.

the way it is still, constantly, about subz. vitalasy gets mad at zam for this, because zam cares so much more about subz than him, but he's just as bad--every two seconds he's thinking about subz's death, subz's note. the grave is the space between them. the grave is the only thing bringing them together. this is a bit of a continuation of the last fic. it is about zam and vitalasy but it is also about the ghost of subz.

the moon-representing-subz has Less of a presence in this one vs the last one, except for at the very end. the moon is rising. subz will be back soon. (well...it rises once zam leaves. this, too, is a metaphor.)

also related to the ghost of subz: i considered bringing up the fact that zam's been [hallucinating? haunted?] seeing subz everywhere. it didn't quite work but it's a fun little detail that is, btw, canon. canon in a "one-off line that was a little bit a joke" way but nonetheless canon enough to make me crazy about it.

the note about zam fidgeting a lot to the point of half-dancing around mapicc and spoke is about his lunar client emotes . and how he does them Even More Than Usual (which is already a lot) when he is around ppl who are also being silly w lunar client emotes <3

the thing where... they know each other. they know each other so well. they are, both of them, trying. this does not fix anything, it just makes it hurt worse.

sort of related to that and sort of related to zam's Fear (in general, of vitalasy) and sort of its own thing, zam is.. mm. zam's got certain expectations of people. and it's easy to assume they're about his [past issues in relationships] or even about [the person he is presently talking to] but they're...not, really. they're not zero about those things but they're not only about those things either. they are in large part about what zam, personally, thinks he deserves (punishment, death, bad things, etc). (occasionally when zam feels better about himself it's about how zam is a Victimhero Martyr and everyone else is a sort of prop in that, which vitalasy also has a huge complex about, but that's less relevant in this fic specifically than the...thinking he deserves for vitalasy to hurt him & on some level he wants vitalasy to hurt him as a weird self-harm-by-proxy thing & therefore vitalasy is probably going to hurt him)

the song the title comes from is Estate Sale Sign by the Mountain Goats. it's one of my #1 eclipse federation songs, tbh it's also one of my #1 s4 zam songs in general--i also am fond of it for team awesome. the title, though--that's all eclipse fed. they are all martyring themselves. they have all either banned themselves off or seriously considered it. they remember loving each other and now they still love each other but they are giving away that love. mm. [i remember when we loved each other day and night//and high above the water/the eagle spots the fish/every martyr in this jungle/is gonna get his wish]....man. also thinking about ["This is a song about, um, you may find it necessary to get rid of all your stuff, at some point."] and vitalasy burning all his stuff before his suicide. that's less relevant to the fic, though.

the series title is really funny to me. credit to angel qfitmc on tumblr for making this joke on hyperbeam chat and me cracking up every time i remember it. the thing is. while vitalasy and zam are being so fucking angsty and miserable about subz's suicide. subz IS playing dark souls. also elden ring. jump king. etc. bro killed himself in minecraft to become a variety streamer and i think that's beautiful. he's just chilling. this was of course epitomized when zam tried to bring him back but he was too busy playing dark souls and so he just Didn't. point is you don't have to stand at his grave and weep he is LITERALLY doing a pokemon nuzlocke run right now on twitch dot tv. unfortunately this is not stopping these two. from standing at his grave. and weeping

#therapists dni #my writing #any british ants in the chat?

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scottappreciation · 1 year

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Scottuary2 Week 1 Round-Up!

every week of february, we’ll post a masterlist of all the fics posted for that week. the bingo card represents all the fics posted within that time period, with each new line in a square representing a fic. in this square, for example, “Little Red Scott” has two lines, representing two fics.

FEB. 1-7, 2023

The Farm Boy Who Wrote Home, by @rhyslahey (Alternate Universe)

second nature, by @scribeoffate (Scott + Nemeton, E)

transformative spaces, by @scribeoffate (Fullshift Scott, E)

tell me what to do, by @scribeoffate (Rare pairs, E)

fairy tale ending, by @scribeoffate (Little Red Scott, E)

In Love and Death, by @redmoonfever (Roxie)

Big Bad Wolf, by @redmoonfever (Little Red Scott)

Claws and Bats Swinging, by @redmoonfever (Alternate Universe)

Pretty in Pink, by @redmoonfever (Free Square)

Vicious Love, by @redmoonfever (Werewolf Abilities)

Opposites Attract, by @redmoonfever (Rare Pairs)

Jungle Exploration, by @redmoonfever (Canon Divergence)

Help Me Breathe, by @redmoonfever (Mountain Ash)

An Alpha's Fall, by @evilwriter37 (Depression/Motel California)

Revenge is Bloody, by @evilwriter37 (Alternate Universe)

Hold Me Up, by @evilwriter37 (Hurt/Comfort)

The Color Red, by @kailaris-rites (Little Red Scott)

Veterinarian, Firefighter, Alpha, by @queenofmoons67 (Post-Show Canon)

(Help) I'm Alive, by @letthestorieslive (Death)

First Times, by @domesticated-feral (Free Square, Alternate Universe)

Without Her, by @evilwriter37 (Holidays)

Sometimes it just hurts to exist, you know?, by @the-fandom-queen (Scott + Anger)

White Knight, by @princeescaluswords (Monster Inside)

Invulnerable, by @princeescaluswords (Hurt/Comfort)

what can the harvest hope for, by @moistvonlipwig (Death)

Click here for a blank bingo card + the list of rules, or here for the fanart edition!

#scott mccall #tyler posey #teen wolf #scottuary #scottuary2023 #teen wolf movie #teen wolf event #scisaac #sciles #scallison #scydia #scackson #scerica

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longbobmckenzie · 2 years

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Hey all!

On the LITG FF subreddit, we do a monthly prompt competition, as a lot of you know. For August, the prompt was to: Write a fic based on a Disney film or other fairy tale!

We had some amazing submissions!

Here they are:

Part of your world by @mrsbsmooth

The Man From the Jungle by @mrsbsmooth

Robin Hood Stole My Heart by @chroniccomicobsession

Genie in a Water Bottle by chamomileon on AO3

Part of Our World by @mrs-youcef

They’re all great, so I'd encourage you to read them and vote for your favourite! I know everyone would appreciate your support. Thanks!

You can vote here!

#litg #litg ff #litg prompt competition

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quarter-past-eleven · 1 year

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Fic Rec

Marvel Cinemaric Universe

Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson's fugitive life, post-Accords: taking refuge in a kingdom that might as well have been magical, in a sprawling palace set against beautiful mountains and jungles, where there was a handsome man cursed and trapped in a deathly sleep in a glass coffin, and a kind and just king who was working to heal him, and a stalwart warrior from a far-off time who wouldn't leave his cursed friend, and, hell, Sam even knew a witch. Surely Sam could be forgiven if his thoughts turned to fairy tales and Disney movies.

Bucky's kind of like a Disney princess. Sam would maybe like to be Prince Charming.

This is one of my favourite Sambucky fics out there. Also Bucky with a giant cat was not something I though I needed but here we are :)

#fic recs #fluff #marvel #mcu #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky barnes

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bunnimew · 2 years

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Fairy Sprinkles

Rating: G Fandom: Spider-man, Deadpool Relationship: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Tags: Humor, Crack, fairy tale, Fairy Bread Summary: For Bromantic Fic-or-Treat 2022 Halloween Bingo: N4 Dark & Spooky Fairy Tale

On AO3 here.

Peter swung them up onto a low rooftop, and froze.

He was expecting the usual bare concrete, assorted HVAC equipment, and creeping black mold of a typical member of the New York skyline. Instead, they were surrounded by tables and tables of… food.

It wasn’t just food. Each table had a long, thick tablecloth tossed over it, hiding the legs underneath. There were decorations encircling the dishes, leafy green garlands with colorful flowers snaking between bowls and plates, little tealight candles flickering in the high winds, giving the whole set up a strikingly out-of-place feeling in this concrete jungle. The sun was on its way down, bathing the food in warm, gold and red light, making it look impossibly inviting and drawing Peter in.

Which set him immediately on edge, no spidey-sense needed.

“This is a trap.”

Wade slid down from Peter’s back and wandered closer to the tables. Peter, on instinct, grabbed his arm to hold him back. “What makes you say that? Doesn’t look that dangerous to me. Unless it’s poisoned. This would be a lot of work just to poison someone, though.”

Peter relaxed his fingers and let Wade inspect the tables. He was right, of course. Nothing about this looked like a threat. It just… didn’t feel right. Peter kept his distance, even as Wade poked and nudged at the plates, shifting things around on the nearest table.

“Oh look!” Wade sounded excited and Peter felt a chill run down his spine. “Fairy bread!”

Peter didn’t know what that was, but if anything was going to be a trap, it would be something called fairy bread. “Don’t eat it!”

Wade spun around to look at Peter in full offense. “I wasn’t going to! It has those little silver balls on it. Those sprinkles would crack your teeth!”

That should not have been Wade’s motivation for not consuming suspiciously sourced food, but so long as it was working, Peter would take it. He watched as Wade picked up the plate of fairy bread and studied it from the side. The slices were artistically stacked, even. “This is definitely creepy.”

“Yeah,” Wade said, putting the fairy bread down. “Nothing is scarier than a trip to the dentist.”

“This doesn’t feel a little…” Peter struggled for the words as he looked over the tables, the candles, the out-of-place greenery on an otherwise concrete roof in New York. “Modern day fairy tale to you? Hansel and Gretel, anyone?”

Wade picked up the ladle out of a bowl of punch and poured the liquid back into the bowl. “It would, if we weren’t in New York. Lots of weird things happen in New York, Baby Boy.”

“Exactly!” Peter said, pointing at Wade in triumph. “Like modern day fairy tales and surprise witches who may or may not eat children! I regularly do battle with a man made of sand!”

Wade nodded sagely. “You’ve convinced me. Who do we need to fight?”

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but just then the roof access door began to open, slow on its hinges. A loud, high-pitch creak echoed into the night as it swung around.

“Nope!” Peter said instead. He was done. That was it. Whatever was behind that door, he didn’t want to know. “I’m out. Wade, hop on.”

“Yes, Sir!” It might not have bothered him the way it did Peter, but Wade didn’t let that slow him down. He gripped Peter’s shoulders and wrapped his legs firmly around Peter’s waist. “Koala mode engaged!”

They were already three buildings down before the first normal, common, every day New Yorker stepped through the door. “Congratulations on your promotion, Jennifer!”

Spider-man had escaped certain death.

This time.

#TheBunni #BromanticFicOrTreat2022 #Spideypool #Peter Parker #Wade Wilson

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worryinglyinnocent · 4 years

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Fic: A Jungle Fairy Tale

AU-gust Day Thirty: Magic AU Fandom: Once Upon A Time/Lost Pairing: Rumpelstiltskin x Claire Littleton

Rated: T

Summary: The survivors of Oceanic 815 discover that they are not alone on the island, and that its native inhabitants are… odd, to say the least.

Note: I’m not quite sure how much this counts as a magic AU since OUAT is in its nature a magical canon universe and Lost certainly has some supernatural and fantasy elements. But this idea’s been floating around in my mind for a couple of years now, so I thought I might as well dust it off here.

A Jungle Fairy Tale

The survivors of Oceanic 815 first realised that they were definitely not alone on the island on their first night, listening to the roar of something pounding through the jungle and seeing the trees shaking. Luckily, whatever it was decided that it was going to go in the opposite direction to the beach, and they never got a glimpse of whatever strange creature could have caused so much noise and destruction.

They first met the other inhabitants of the island the following afternoon. Claire hadn’t realised that anything had happened until she heard a commotion at the treeline at the edge of the beach, and everyone racing over in that direction. Carrying the extra weight as she was, it took her a while longer than everyone else to get over there and see what all the fuss was about, and she was very tempted to just stay exactly where she was and let someone else report back. Still, from all the raised voices, it sounded like something important was happening, so she heaved herself off the sand and made her way across to the source of all the excitement.

She had to double take when she saw it.

There was a man sitting casually in the upper branches of one of the trees, calmly gazing down at the gathered survivors. At least, Claire had to assume that he was a man. His skin was a greenish grey colour with a slight sparkling sheen to it, as if he was coated in a layer of gold dust, and his eyes were wide and an unnaturally yellow-grey. He seemed completely at ease in the tree and not at all worried by the fact that Sayid was holding the axe he’d been using to chop firewood, and Sawyer was pointing the marshal’s gun at him. In fact, when he saw the gun, he just tutted, waggling one clawed finger at Sawyer.

“Honestly. Humans. Always the same since the dawn of time. You accidentally find somewhere new and immediately start pointing weapons at the locals.” He tsked again. “It’s really not a good first impression, dearie.”

“Who the hell are you?” Sawyer asked. His brow was furrowed as if he couldn’t quite believe the evidence of his own eyes, and it appeared to be a common sentiment among all the people gathered under the tree.

“Ah, names have power, dearie, but since it looks like we’re all going to have to get along until your rescue arrives, if it arrives, I will be charitable for now. You may call me Rumpelstiltskin. Welcome to my home. Please put the gun down or I may be forced to do something drastic, and believe me, I do not require firearms to do it.”

“Rumpelstiltskin?” Beside Claire, Shannon scoffed. “As in that little imp from the fairy tales who steals babies?”

Claire looked down at her belly, worried for the first time since she’d seen the strange man.

“I did not steal them!” Rumpelstiltskin leaned at little further out of the tree, ignoring Sayid and Sawyer, and pointed an accusatory finger at Shannon. He seemed more enraged about her comment than he had done about being threatened in the first place. “I received them in fair deals that mothers then cried foul on because they didn’t understand what they were getting into, so eager were they for the untold riches I could provide!”

Shannon threw her hands up in defence and took a couple of steps back. “Ok…”

“Sawyer, maybe you ought to put the gun down.” Jack, as ever the voice of reason, came forward to the front of the group.

“Are you crazy, Doc?” Sawyer jabbed a finger towards Rumpelstiltskin. “Because he definitely is!”

“I am.” Rumpelstiltskin nodded calmly. “Spend a few years here with only Mal for company and you’ll all be a little…” He swirled a finger next to his temple. “Which is why we need to get you off this island as soon as possible. Can’t have you going bananas. The only bananas we want here are the kind that grow in the trees.”

“How long have you been here?” Sayid had since put down the axe and was looking at Rumpelstiltskin with more curiosity than fear.

Rumpelstiltskin counted on his fingers, holding up three.

“Three years?”

“No.” He seemed a little offended by the suggestion. “Three centuries, dearie.”

“All right, we’ve got a crazy guy who looks like someone had an intimate encounter with a crocodile and who is apparently over three hundred years old.” Sawyer shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not the only one hearing this, right?”

There was a general murmur of consensus among the survivors and Sawyer finally lowered the gun.

“All right. I’ll play along. How do you propose we get off this island, then?”

“Well, if I knew how to get off, don’t you think I would have done it two-hundred and ninety-nine odd years ago?” Rumpelstiltskin gave Sawyer a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile. “Still, there’s what, fifty of you, and there’s only been me and Mal for so long, so I’m sure that fifty heads are better than two. Although, having seen some of you, I’m not so sure.”

“Hey!”

“Sawyer, leave it.” Jack stepped forward, unofficial spokesperson for the group. “Is there anyone else on the island?”

“Apart from me and Mal? I think there’s a man in a bunker somewhere, but he might have blown his brains out by now.”

“What about that thing in the jungle last night?” Kate asked. “It was loud enough; you must have heard it.”

“Oh, that’s Mal, no need to worry about her. She doesn’t realise how big she is sometimes.” Rumpelstiltskin waved the concern away airily.

“How big is she?”

“Well, she’s a dragon, dearie, so she’s rather large at times.”

“A dragon? Ok, that’s it, this is just ridiculous now.” Sawyer threw his hands up in defeat and left the group, taking with him a great deal of the tension. Although Rumpelstiltskin had seemed at ease before, he visibly relaxed now that Sawyer was gone.

“What do you mean, ‘rather large at times’?”

Claire couldn’t help thinking that Kate was focussing on the wrong things here, but since they’d already accepted the existence of Rumpelstiltskin, they might as well accept the existence of a dragon as well.

“She’s not in her dragon shape all the time, obviously.”

There was silence for a moment, until Rumpelstiltskin suddenly clapped his hands together, startling the gathered survivors.

“Well, that was a lovely introduction. You know me, I know you, welcome to the magical island where, yes, dragons do exist. Please think twice before pointing weapons in my direction and please don’t worry about Mal, she’s harmless. I’m sure our paths will cross again before you leave, please pick up all litter, please be aware that those little orange berries are extremely poisonous, and otherwise make yourselves at home but don’t abuse our hospitality.”

He raised one hand, about to snap his fingers, but then he paused, cocking his head on one side and staring straight at Claire. She took a step back under the force of his gaze, and Shannon and Kate stepped in closer to her protectively.

“Are you sure you should have been flying, dearie?” he asked softly. “You look about ready to drop.”

“I…” Claire put her hands on her belly. “The doctor said it was fine,” she said.

“Well, just keep him safe in there, all right?”

With that, he vanished in a fingersnap, as if he’d never been there at all, leaving the survivors all looking at each other, trying to work out if that had really just happened or if they’d all had a mass hallucination.

With impeccable timing, Claire felt a little kick against her palm, and she gasped.

“Claire? You ok, hun?”

She nodded. “He moved. First time since the crash.”

She didn’t know why she suddenly thought he was a boy. Maybe because Rumpelstiltskin had seemed so sure. All the same, he was now definitely a boy in her mind. She looked back up at the tree branch where Rumpelstiltskin had sat. She’d been unnerved when he’d taken a sudden interest in her, but she hadn’t been scared. He’d seemed genuinely concerned for her and the baby.

Claire shook herself and moved away with the dissipating crowd.

Only time would tell.

The next few days passed mostly without incident, and Claire was almost beginning to think that she had dreamed the encounter with Rumpelstiltskin, if it wasn’t for everyone casting wary glances at the tree line now and again.

It was night-time when she saw him again. Sayid and Jack were keeping watch by the bonfire, and Claire couldn’t sleep. Now that Baby had started moving again, it felt like he was moving all the time. Especially whenever she was trying to get some rest. There was no use in even attempting to sleep yet, so she sat up in her little tent, looking around.

He was standing under the tree they’d first seen him in, watching the camp. There was nothing nefarious in his gaze. If anything, it was protective, fatherly. She wondered if he’d kept watch over them before and they just hadn’t noticed.

Presently there was a little rustle in the trees, and someone joined him, a woman with the tips of horns peeping out of her mess of curly blonde hair. She must have been the mysterious Mal. At least they hadn’t had any dragon-related incidents since that first night.

Claire watched them for a few minutes, until Rumpelstiltskin looked straight at her and waved. She ducked back inside her tent in embarrassment, before curiosity overcame her and she stepped out, picking her way across the sand towards them.

“Hello again, dearie. How are you and the little one?”

Claire nodded. “All right. He’s keeping me up.”

Mal gave a soft laugh. “Yes, they do. It’s only going to get worse, I’m afraid.”

“Do you have children?”

“I had a daughter.” Mal sighed, and Claire decided that the past tense was enough not to press the point.

“Glad to hear you’re both doing well. Hopefully, you’ll be nice and safe and snug somewhere on terra firma when the time comes.”

“Yeah.” Claire sighed. She hadn’t wanted to resign herself to having the baby on the island yet, but the longer it took for rescue to find them, the more it seemed like she was going to have to do just that. “Hopefully.” She paused, the question that had been hanging at the back of her mind for the last few days now sitting on the tip of her tongue. “Why are you so concerned for me and the baby?” she asked. “I mean, I’m not going to accuse you of wanting to steal him, but…” She sighed. “Did you know I was going to give him up for adoption?”

Rumpelstiltskin shook his head. “I don’t know things. But I suspect them. I have a certain degree of foresight which gives me a certain degree of insight.” He gave a long, heavy sigh, and with that sigh, Claire could well believe that he was over three hundred years old, and the weight of all those centuries was bearing down on him now. “We don’t get new life on this island,” he said. “It’s part of the curse that brought us here. We’re static, and we’re very old. He’s something new.” He nodded towards her belly. “He’s a brand new soul, and as such we will do all we can to protect him.”

There was a fierceness in his words, and in that moment, Claire knew that he meant it, and that he and Mal, for all their strangeness, could be trusted. Whether he would help them off the island or not, she knew that they were at least safe with him.

“You should try and sleep,” Mal said. “You need as much as you can get, even if it’s only a catnap.”

Claire nodded and began to make her way back to her tent. Mal and Rumpelstiltskin were still there in the shadows when she glanced back over her shoulder.

“She’s too young for you.”

“Mal, I’m three hundred and fifty-two years old. Everyone is too young for me except you. And we established a couple of centuries ago that we’re good friends, but we definitely do not like each other in that way.”

“You know what I mean.”

They were watching Claire retreating down the beach.

Rumpelstiltskin sighed. “I know. But there’s something about her. She’s their heart, although they don’t know it yet. She’s special, Mal, surely you can see it too.”

“Rumpel, she’s a human who’s about to have a baby and who desperately needs to get off this island and you’re an Immortal who’s been banished here and can’t leave it. It’ll never work. But yes, I will admit that she is lovely. Inside and out.”

“Do you think you could… you know.”

Mal rolled her eyes but nonetheless acquiesced, bringing her hands up to her mouth. Her eyes flashed reptilian gold for a moment as she blew a puff of smoke into her palms, forming it into a ball. Rumpelstiltskin snapped his fingers, encasing the ball in a soft lilac glow.

“Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

“It’s not for me, Mal. It’s for Claire.”

Mal just raised an eyebrow and moved back into the trees away from the survivors’ camp. Rumpelstiltskin snapped his fingers, rematerialising outside Claire’s little tent. She startled when she saw him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. This is from me and Mal.” He held out the lilac ball and Claire took it.

“It’s warm. Sorry, that’s stupid, of course you know it’s warm.”

“It’s dragon smoke,” he explained. “It’ll warm and cool as you need it to, and it should ease the pain and make you more comfortable. Like Mal said, you need your sleep.”

Gingerly, Claire put the ball behind her back, almost immediately giving a sigh of relief.

“Oh, that feels great. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

He made to vanish away, but Claire’s voice stopped him.

“Wait, Rumpelstiltskin.”

“Yes, Claire?”

“Will you stay a while?”

“If you would like.”

Claire nodded, patting the blanket beside her, and Rumpelstiltskin sat down.

“No one really talks to me,” she said. “It’s like I’m this ticking time bomb waiting to go off. They’re all polite about it, but they’re all thinking the same thing. What happens when the baby’s on the outside?” She sighed. “You’re the only one who seems to see past that and look me in the eye. You’re not worried about what’ll happen when the baby’s here. You’re more concerned with making sure we’re both ok right now.”

Rumpelstiltskin shrugged. “It just makes sense, that’s all.”

They fell into silence for a while.

“Earlier, you said that you and Mal were under a curse that had brought you here.”

“Yes. I wasn’t quite sure you’d believe that.”

“Well, I’ve learned to believe in fairy tale characters and dragons over the last few days, so why not believe in magic and curses too? Hurley thinks he’s cursed, it’s not too far-fetched.”

“Yes, Mal and I are cursed. For my part it was the entirely wrongful baby-stealing reputation. Mal’s is roughly the same, although she did actually steal one; an eye for an eye to replace her own stolen child.” He sighed. “They always went to good homes. For every set of careless parents who dealt their child away to me without realising what they had done and trying to renege on a fair contract, there was another set of parents who would do anything to have a babe of their own – even make a deal with me. It all worked out very well for the little ones in the end, and even despite my current exile, I don’t regret any of it.”

“You just wanted the best for the children.”

Rumpelstiltskin nodded, and Claire smiled.

“Thank you for looking out for mine. Even though you knew I was going to give him up.”

“You were doing what was best for him. If you didn’t think that you would be able to care for him, then making a deal to give him up to someone who could was the right thing to do. That’s not something to be ashamed of. It shows more sense and maturity than most of the people I dealt with.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do now if I can’t get off the island. I never thought I’d actually be a mother.”

“You have more help than you know. Everyone will band together for you, as much as they might be avoiding you now. Responsibility, once it’s there, will change things. And you know that you can always call on me and Mal if you need us. We’ve lived here for so long and gone so mad that we really don’t want it to happen to anyone else, so we’ll do what we can to help.”

“Thank you.” She reached across, taking Rumpelstiltskin’s hand and squeezing. He startled for a moment before squeezing back tentatively.

“You know, I’m looking out for you, too,” he said eventually. “Not just the little one. You’re a remarkable person in your own right, you know.”

Claire looked away, her cheeks colouring in the firelight.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll leave you to get some rest now. But just call if you need me. Names have power, after all.”

Claire nodded.

“Rumpelstiltskin?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for everything.”

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before lying down again and readjusting the ball of smoke behind her back; within a minute she was sleeping peacefully.

Rumpelstiltskin vanished back to his home in the trees, touching the place on his cheek where Claire had kissed him. Let Mal be cynical. He wouldn’t have got this far and survived this long without hope, and he was going to keep that hope till the end.

The ball of dragon smoke was still just the right temperature when Claire woke, and she smiled, stowing it in her luggage for when she next needed it. She cast her mind back over the previous night, and her discussion with Rumpelstiltskin. As strange as it seemed to be developing feelings for the man, she couldn’t deny that the feelings were definitely developing. It would be strange, of course it would – she was human and he was whatever he was, and he was cursed to spend his eternity on this island whereas she was very much determined to get off it.

But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have hope that maybe something more could come of their tentative friendship, after all.

#OUAT fanfiction #LOST fanfiction #Claire Littleton #Rumpelstiltskin #Claire/Rumpelstiltskin #AU-gust #Magic AU #Worry does AU-gust #Fic: A Jungle Fairy Tale

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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1-lightofjustice · 3 years

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How Each Color Installation Feels like

Little compilation I’ve made for science (and fic that maybe I will never write)

Red

According to Fushimi (Lost Small World Period 2 Part 5):

The fire spread from Suoh’s hand and in no time it wrapped their entire bodies. The image of his own body being burned spread in Fushimi’s mind with high speed. The blood in his whole body evaporating, his skin melting, his hair burning, his internal organ boiling - he thought he was really going to die. There are usually people who die of shock from something like this, right? If he has been assailed by this kind of sensation for just a bit longer he probably would have fainted. The flames that in just a moment rushed about every nook of his body disappeared like they were an illusion.

No... It condensed in one point and remained within his body. Throb, throb, there was a hot and aching spot.

Blue

According to Fushimi (Lost Small World Last Period) :

Instantly the whole scabbard glowed in blue luminescence. Like absorbing the raindrops around it, the blue became thicker and brighter. As it climbed up from his hand to his arm, Fushimi closed his eyes, taking a defensive posture to prepare for the shock.

But that didn’t happen. No scorching heat like it’s boiling every cell in his body. No acute pain like getting shot in the heart. None of these struck him.

He opened his eyes slightly. The blue luminescence on the scabbard gradually settled down. The very moment Munakata let go of the saber, it fell into his hand with weight heavier than it seemed to be. Nearly dropping it, Fushimi grabbed it with both hands.

This was nothing like Suoh’s all-or-nothing gamble: either be accepted and granted great power, or be rejected and burned in scorching flame which can be lethal. Munakata’s Installation was very calm and businesslike, progressing in pre-established harmony.

Green

According to Fushimi (A Desperate Game):

Hisui’s body glowed green, entwined in whips of electricity that burst with a crackling sound. The radiance elongated in what almost looked like cords, or maybe vines that a green plant sprouted, that spread wide within a moment and attached themselves to Fushimi’s body. The long thin tendrils of green light clung to Fushimi’s arms, temples, chest, linking him up to Hisui Nagare. The moment a weak electric shock, followed by characteristic numbness, ran across his body, the light disappeared.

Silver

1. According to Kuroh (K The First Story, Chapter 15):

Kuro stared at his hand and gently took it and stood up. He felt the boy’s power flow from the connected hands. The boy and Kuro’s body glowed silver.

His body became lighter and he felt that he was protected by something warm and soft.

Encouraged by the softness and vitality that flowed from the depths of his body, which resembled the boy’s personality, Kuro put his strength in his hands.

2. According to Awashima (K The First Story, Chapter 14) [temporary installation]:

In front of Awashima, who was confused, the part where the boy’s skin and Awashima’s sword blade came into contact suddenly lit up with a silver glow. The light grew stronger and spread, and traveled the length of the sword to Awashima’s hands, wrapping her entire body in silver. It was as if she was being eroded by the boy’s power, and her voice screaming from her was about to leak out and she swallowed it hastily.

It felt like it was a balloon or something. The boy was pinching the blade of Awashima’s sword as if he were holding a row of balloons, and she was worried that if she let go of that hand, she would go up to heaven and could not return.

At the same time as the boy coughed, Awashima and the body of the boy hanging the Strain girl were each enveloped in a spherical light. It was a fairy tale scene that seemed to be inside a sparkling soap bubble, but Awashima was quite helpless as if she were a capsule toy.

3. According to Neko (K The First Story, Chapter 14) :

It was an image that was different from the surface power when Awashima temporarily synced with him earlier, removing the power in the main part of him and handing it over to Neko from where he touched her.

Silver light moves from the boy’s body to Neko’s body.

“Shiro… I’m glowing!”

Neko made a surprisingly playful voice. Unlike the boy, who was nervous about his first installation, her eyes weren’t scared. Seeing the boy’s light on her body, he was glad to make her eyes shine.

Neko’s illusions were weak on a grand scale. She was not only supposed to transmit the boy’s image and voice to everyone as auditory hallucinations, but she also had to carry the boy’s power along with the hallucinations.

Of course, this would be Neko’s first attempt. However, she believed that she should be able to do so now that she became a member of the boy’s clan and connected with him.

Colorless

According to Kuroh (K Side Black and White Part 1) [Not really an installation, but how activation Colorless power felt, because looks like Kuroh was in the brink of death on his installation] :

‘Focus’ he reminded himself. He could feel waves filling him up, all the way to his fingertips - a sensation he’d long since grown accustomed to, Four years ago, he’d only been able to faintly perceive it, but now he could clearly sense it. Putting it figuraticely, it was like there was an invisible pool at the base of his core, with little particles of light bubbling up from it. It felt a bit ticklish.....and so very warm.

For good reason : because at that very moment, he was connected to the very root of the Colorless King, Miwa Ichigen’s soul. He could feel Ichigen’s strongly shining vibrations resonating within himself - and it imbued in Kuroh’s boundless courage, cheering him.

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Of course, I can’t find for Gold and Gray. I will update this list if I have more information, for example if upcoming K:Side Purple gave us information about Colorless King installation. Please tell me if anyone have more information about how other’s installation, especially Homra members and Jungle members, because I only found Fushimi’s p.o.v and he’s Blue biased in body and mind.

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tanoraqui · 4 years

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Grave dirt baby... 🥺✨

me, procrastinating my actual fic? no... GRAVE DIRT BABY A-YUAN

HEY TUMBLR FUCKED UP ALL MY BULLET POINTS ON THIS THE SECOND I HIT POST BUT IT’S 4AM SO I’M LEAVING IT UP ANYWAY. STUPID GODDAMN WEBSITE.

Wei Wuxian has been in the Burial Mounds for like 2.5 months out of what he doesn’t yet know will be about 3. He’s not even sure he’s going to survive yet. But he has managed to manifest an evil sword - the evil sword - out of the aether/ambient resentful energy/an attunement set with an unwise touch in the belly of an evil turtle

and he does know that he’s not going to survive if he doesn’t get the power of the Burial Mounds under some sort of control

so he cuts his arm and with blood running down the blade, draws something adjacent to the first demon-summoning flag but as an array in the dirt. He stands in the middle and - keep in mind that he more or less hasn’t slept in 2.5 months - plunges the sword into the center, still coated in his blood, and draws in all the resentful energy of the Burial Mounds

was it supposed to go into the sword? Into himself? Into just the single 4ft diameter array area, a column of bound death? who knows, not Wei Wuxian! it’s pure gut instinct

u know what else works on gut instinct, thought? Fairy tales.

And in a fairy tale, why, clay of the earth plus iron enough for a blade plus still-warm blood to show the way...

There’s an implosion and Wei Wuxian is standing - somehow still standing - in a small crater where the array used to be, and his evil sword is plunged into the belly of a baby

He yanks it out in horrified reflex, and realizes a moment later that the baby seems unfazed by this. If there was even a wound, it closes before his eyes, and the glimpse he had showed something more bloody clay than flesh beneath the skin

the iron sword crumbles as he pulls it away, as though rusted a thousand years. the baby turns its head from the iron shavings that falls on it, but then reaches up for Wei Wuxian with a cheerfully demanding cry

he picks it up, of course. (he’d think he was hallucinating if he wasn’t absolutely and utterly aware that he’s not)

it is, as far as he can tell, with physical and spiritual resentful inspection, an absolutely normal baby

oh, except when he looks really closely. Then he can sense the neutron star–dense knot of resentful energy where a golden core might (but will definitely not have room to) form. Also, it can command the dead, and when he holds it, so can he. He’s not sure if it’s a proximity-based power share or if he’s passing his desires through the baby, but even Wei Wuxian, at about 3 months with no food save the rage of the dead and no rest save the promise of final release, has to stop investigating at some point. He has things to do!

specifically, he has Wens to kill

so instead of the iconic shot of the dark flautist in the moonlight, we get the dark, uh...man singing a very spooky lullaby to his baby in the moonlight. It is still deeply creepy. It’s a making-it-up-as-he-goes tune based on a Yunmengi lullaby that he certainly learned from neither of his foster parents, and the lyrics are along the lines of, “let them remember what they did, sweet little potato, let them remember why they’re dying”

yeah he’s been calling this child “Little Potato” for 2 weeks

why

is that not how you name a child

sometimes when he’s more annoyed at it, he calls it “Little Radish”, or even less appetizing root vegetables

by the time he walks in, the baby is asleep in his arms and he’s not singing anymore, just letting the dead do his will. This is what Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji see. The subsequent conversation, Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu at their feet, goes like this:

LWJ: Wei Ying. You have a baby.

WWX: Oh, uh...

PLAY DUMB!

WWX: What baby?

NOT THAT DUMB!

WWX: Oh, this baby! Haha yeah. I...found it.

JC: What the fuck

WWX: Yeah, weird, right? Right near the, uh...

LWJ: They said you were in the Burial Mounds

WWX: Yyyyup. Yes that is. I found this baby by the side of the road after I walked out of the Burial Mounds.

JC, briefly too morbidly fascinated to think about either the demonic cultivation they just watched or the fact that he wants to hug his brother like he’s never wanted to hug another being in his life: What did you name it?

WWX: ....

JC, desire to hug intensifying together with exasperation: oh my god

Sometime in the next couple days - after sleeping a bit, maybe - it occurs to Wei Wuxian that his raw instincts were right and things will go very badly for little A-Yuan (his siblings insisted he name it) if anyone finds out that he’s a not-yet-walking, not-yet-talking little neuron star of resentful energy. So he takes the iron shavings that are all that remain of the Stygian Turtle Sword and forges them into a Tiger-shaped Seal. He also carves a bamboo flute, like he’d been thinking about before the whole...baby thing. He loudly proclaims both to be dark and terrible weapons

(it really is helpful. The sword was...kind of A-Yuan’s other parent, after all, in addition to their third partner, the Burial Mounds. Chenqing gives him finer control of whatever stray resentful energy he chooses to pick up, and the Stygian Seal lets him channel A-Yuan’s power at need, even when not touching him. Which is good - a battlefield is no place for a baby)

even if that baby thinks ghosts and ghouls exist to pick him up and rock him or toss him around (babies like to be tossed)

Wei Wuxian puts so many goddamn spirit-repelling charms on that child, and lets it be marked down to the paranoia of a survivor

using whatever resentful energy he picks up is generally more effective, actually. Less strong, but it quickly becomes clear that the way this works does, in fact, involve Wei Wuxian communicating his desires through A-Yuan, or at least A-Yuan has to put up with the loan of power. There’s nothing quite like abruptly losing control of a field of corpses because the baby got abruptly uncooperative with anything that wasn’t barfing

the baby does eat, for the record. As far as Wei Wuxian can tell, he doesn’t actually need to, but once WWX fed him once, when they first left the Mounds, he wanted it all the time

he still takes A-Yuan with him when he can. That is the paranoia of a survivor. A-Yuan is...

“A battlefield is no place for a baby, A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli says gently, as he sets out from Carp Tower after another stolen visit, another failed attempt to convince Jin Guangshan off his ass. “And you are...so busy. LanlingJin takes in orphans, you know...”

“A-Yuan...he’s my blood,” Wei Wuxian says quietly. He’s never been good at lying to his shijie

Whatwherewhenhowwho, he’d see on her face if he was looking at it. But he isn’t. It’s not shame, though, she can see (it really never is, with Wei Wuxian). Fear of disappointing her, slight resignation...but mostly acceptance. Determination. Something almost like contentment.

(When Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangj first took him back to whatever resembled a base camp - somewhere in Qinghe, probably, or maybe Lanling - he had to let a trained healer look at A-Yuan, physical and spiritual examination, and he held his breath and calculated how many people he’d have to kill to get out of here, how fast he’d have to move to not hurt his brother or any particular friends; thought, oh, he’s mine, in a way he hadn’t before - as a child, a son, not just a very strange weapon -

“He’s quite healthy,” said the doctor, mildly surprised, bouncing A-Yuan on one knee. A-Yuan gurgled happily. “About three months old?”

the longer Wei Wuxian took to answer, the more disapproving her stare got. But that did make sense)

Then all else can be dealt with later. “You should still leave him here,” Jiang Yanli says firmly. “You need to look after yourself and A-Cheng out there. I can look after A-Yuan.”

It takes a bit under two years to win back the lost and burnt territories, scour the Wens out of every crevice, corner Wen Ruohan in his precious Nightless City and bring it tumbling down. Nobody will know the timing but A-Yuan sleeps through the final battle, smiling at dreams that would make a grown man weep in horror. Somewhere, his father is playing a lullaby

About a week later, Jiang Cheng stalks into Wei Wuxian’s bedroom, which he shares with A-Yuan. One of the first rooms rebuilt in the new Lotus Pier. A-Yuan is there, too, playing with blocks while Wei Wuxian idly drafts talismans

“A-jie said the kid is yours,” he says, crossed arms. “Like, yours-yours. When the fuck did you do that?”

(Wei Wuxian has thought about this, by now; gone over the pros and cons of every possibility, the politics and potentials and maybe even the giddy possibility of telling something like the truth)

(the guiding principle is: he has no interest in drawing on the “Stygian Tiger Seal” ever again. The Sunshot Campaign is over. His loved ones are safe, and he sees no reason why they shouldn’t all live long, happy, normal lives)

(also/though, he will burn Jin Sect, Carp Tower, and all of Lanling to the ground before the new Chief Cultivator should touch his son)

“In Caiyi,” he lies. “Right before I got kicked out. I, uh, snuck out a lot more often than you noticed.”

His brother squints at him suspiciously. But Wei Wuxian can also watch him do the math in his head and reluctantly admit that it works.

“So are you claiming him or what?” he challenges. “’Wei Yuan’? You have a courtesy name - wait, no, you are not naming that kid again. You’re going to make his courtesy name be Carrothead or something.”

“Should I let you pick it, oh wise and noble shidi - no, shushu?!” Wei Wuxian teases, as A-Yuan gets tired of his blocks and starts climbing up him like a jungle gym

Jiang Cheng sighs like the north wind - gusting long and hard, with just the faintest chill to suggest that the skies will be weeping, soon

But...

Despite some evidence to the contrary, Wei Wuxian is generally fully aware of when he’s about to cross a line that cannot be backtracked over. So he meets Wen Qing in the city, and before going to Lanling, he nips into Lotus Pier and picks up A-Yuan

He might leave A-Yuan with Wen Qing in the city when he goes to Glamour Hall, but Qiongqi Pass happens with a toddler watching silently from Wei Wuxian’s hip. Does Wei Wuxian tell him to look away, bury his face in baba’s shirt, or does he not bother, knowing the sort of song that makes up A-Yuan’s sweet dreams?

The Wens become the second through 51st or so people who learn what A-Yuan is. Wei Wuxian briefly considers trying to hide it, but, honestly, there are dead things everywhere on the Burial Mounds, and despite his genuine efforts, he cannot convince A-Yuan that a fierce corpse is anything but the ideal patty-cake companion. (They’ll play with him for hours! It’s a two-nearly-three-year-old’s dream!)

(he doesn’t want to convince him, not really. The last thing he wants to do ever is give A-Yuan anything to be scared of)

nor could he possibly wish that A-Yuan not be...obviously hale and hearty, running rosy-cheeked and strong around these hills of death that slowly seep the energy from any humans, animals, or even sturdy root crops

“So, uh, this is actually my demon baby,” said Wei Wuxian as they all settled in

“this day has been so weird already, this might as well goddamn happen”, said the Wens collectively

“You created a living child out of dead earth, so I’m going to take that as a yes that you can bring my brother back,” said Wen Qing specifically

“...fuck. I mean, yes. I mean - fuck,” said Wei Wuxian. “I- of course I will.”

(it doesn’t work like that, though)

The 52nd person to find out what A-Yuan is is Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian very much does not tell him. They have a pleasant toy-shopping trip and lunch in town, and then the alarm talisman goes off and Wei Wuxian grabs A-Yuan and Lan Wangji tugs them both onto Bichen and when they arrive, Wen Ning is roaring. Lan Wangji knows what’s important; he takes A-Yuan so Wei Wuxian’s hands are free and he doesn’t have to worry about his son

except Wen Ning, black-eyed with rage, throws Wei Wuxian into a tree hard enough to crack a rib, and even as Lan Wangji raises Bichen, A-Yuan shouts,

“Uncle Ning, stop!”

and Wen Ning stops

(as a rule, Wei Wuxian can’t take over with himself and Chenqing anything A-Yuan is controlling, unless A-Yuan lets him, and vice versa. To eliminate variables, Wei Wuxian had made sure that any reins on Wen Ning were his (Wei Wuxian’s) alone. But in that moment, before Wen Ning came fully back to himself, his reins were swinging free - and they were back within the bounds of the Burial Mounds, where A-Yuan was always strong)

and Lan Wangji puts several pieces together at once and prays to every single god in heaven and every ancestor he’s disappointing right now that this was a miracle of love and a very cute child piercing through a fierce corpse’s mindless rampage. That he simply...hallucinated the burst of resentful energy he just felt from the child in his arms

but he’s absolutely, utterly aware that he didn’t

Wei Wuxian explains, stilted and awkward at the bottom of the hill. Challenging and terrified. Holding on to A-Yuan.

Lan Wangji promises to keep the secret.

Wei Wuxian takes Hanguang-jun’s word

Remember, oh, remember, that Wei Wuxian walks A-Yuan back up the hill until A-Yuan gets tired and Wei Wuxian picks him up, on their one-and-a-half–man plank bridge through the dark. Remember remember remember that before he can finish speaking that line, there is light - the clearing is lit with lanterns and secret-keepers 2 through 51, and I suppose 53 now that Wen Ning is awake, are waiting with dinner and warmth and welcome. Reader, remember this.

But then...

Aunt Qing and Uncle Ning had gone, and then, with a terrible expression on his face, so had A-Yuan’s baba. Now his baba’s anger and sadness is so strong that the weight of it makes A-Yuan cry from hundreds of miles away, and he curls into Granny’s arms and sends his baba everything he can. Will everything be okay, then? Will everyone come home; will they be able to smile again?

(oh, A-Yuan...)

(No.)

A-Yuan - Wei Yuan, Little Potato (when he’s good for baba or bad for Aunt Qing) or Little Radish (inverse); one day to be Lan Yuan, Lan Sizhui - was born in the good old fairy tale way of earth and iron and blood. It’s a hard thing for any child to lose even a single parent - in one day, in one minute, A-Yuan loses two of three, as the father of his blood burns away in hand the last shreds of Stygian iron, and promptly loses control of his own resentful energy

(the Tiger Seal does nothing like explode, in this world. It was never more than a prop - but a vital one. the benefit of proving it destroyed would be worth the loss of a parent, if only a second didn’t follow on its heels)

A-Yuan has been a dead thing (or close enough) come to life all his life, and both dead and living have been his friends and family. But he’s never felt the transition the other way: from life to death

It’s no wonder, really, that he can’t remember it afterward. No wonder that even on the land that was the last part of him, he was feverish and barely conscious when Lan Wangji stumbled, bleeding, off of Bichen, and took in his arms. No wonder that he remembered very little at all, including the dead.

But he would be okay. Under physical and spiritual inspection, he’s a perfectly normal boy. He may not be able to form a golden core (there's something in the way), but there are...workarounds. He’ll grow up in one of the most heavily spiritually warded enclaves in the world, safe and loved as he relearns (mostly in secret) what he can do

(For the sake of this story, and A-Yuan’s survival as something close to canon, let’s say there are some truly dark things in the forbidden section of the Lan Library, that could only be used for nefarious purposes - though, I suppose we already knew that. Let’s say there are talismans that will disguise the very nature of qi, so resentful energy may appear spiritual. Let’s say, Lan Xichen becomes the 53rd to know the truth, because his brother needs help - and it’s Wei Wuxian’s child, okay? It’s just Wei Wuxian’s child, quiet and unsure rather than laughing as he always was. If you were in the inner circle of leaders of the Sunshot Campaign, you have absolutely met this child, probably held him and bounced him on one knee)

(What keeps Lan Xichen up at night isn’t the concealing amulet he helped his brother make, which Lan Yuan wears at all times around his neck. It’s the silence he keeps every time he meets Jiang Wanyin’s eyes over a diplomatic table. If anyone had the right to know Wei Yuan survived... But Sandu Sengshou killed Wei Wuxian, everyone knows that, and now he hunts demonic cultivators - what might his pride drive him to do to his nephew, if he ever learned the truth? (Selfishly, Lan Xichen know that if Lan Wangji lost A-Yuan, even just to living at Lotus Pier, Lan Xichen might lose his brother. That fear ebbs with time passing, but the the longer he hasn’t spoken, the worse it would be to do so...))

They don’t restrict Lan Yuan to the Cloud Recesses, no more than any other novice. For memory of their mother, neither of them could bear that. Jiang Cheng does eventually see him at a conference, and stops dead. Years have passed, but that is an entire goddamn nephew, right there. But - how? No, it can’t be. That’s...everyone knows Lan Wangji hated Wei Wuxian. It’s just...and someone would have told him. The Lans value propriety above all, after all.

Anything that can be done with spiritual cultivation can be done with demonic cultivation, save heal. Lan Sizhui makes up for it with an encyclopedic knowledge of undead and monsters, and a prodigal talent for Inquiry

On their first night hunt, the young juniors face ghosts. Unfortunately, this is when Lan Jingyi learns that he’s terrified of ghosts. He’s hiding behind Lan Sizhui and panic is contagious, and the senior accompanying them is in a different room of the abandoned house, and Lan Sizhui forgets that he’s holding a sword and just shouts, “Stop! Go away!”

the ghost, of course, obeys

Lan Jingyi peeks out form behind him. “Did- did you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Lan Sizhui admits (except that he’s absolutely sure he did)

There’s another flicker of movement, just the wind blowing ashes but Jingyi whips around with wild eyes. “Can you do it again?”

[friendship. my point is, he’s a demon baby but he has family and friends who love and accept him.]

And one day, some absolute fucking morons are going to bring him back home, where he can never be anything but strong, and threaten his friends and family? And the threat is an army of his old playmates, commanded by an attempt at recreating some combination of Chenqing and the Tiger Seal? He couldn’t manage it in Yi City, but now A-Yuan, Wei Yuan, Lan Sizhui stands on earth that has never stopped being part of him, or maybe he’s never stopped being part of it. If he closed his eyes he could feel every foot on it, living and restless dead. And they’re threatening his baba - who he remembers, as the earth remembers its old partner, even though the blood is changed - and his father Hanguang-jun, and his extended family and friends?

No.

#lyratalus #mdzs #the untamed #ficlet #lan sizhui #wei wuxian #uh who else is here #must i tag them all? don't wanna #my fic #hmm need the speaker for the dead variant to get more childhood stuff; they're similar there

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littlestuffstohide · 4 years

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Okay my writer/reader friend, have any recent recs to suggest for this voracious reader? I'm down for multiple fandoms but I could use some recs. *hugs*

Sure my dear fellow writer/friend! *hugs in greeting* So I created a list that got sorta humongous? *sweatsdrop*. Some are not really new but did update recently. Some are my faves. It’ll be nalu and inukag since that’s I’ve been reading this month like crazy. So it’s a combination of all!?

Nalu

Bloodlust by Shortstack_21

Fatum by Chaol-the-pitiful-potato

Amor est bellica by Chaol-the-pitiful-potato

Gluasad circles by Chaol-the-pitiful-potato

Lost Magic by ChaosreigN

Songcraft by riverofmemories

In Tenebris by riverofmemories

Of Dust and Shadows by riverofmemories

Fairy Tail GO! by mushi9

Capturing Her Damaged Heart by mushi9

Cruel Summer by cosmictrap

What You'd Do To Me Tonight by Doginshoe

Dauntless by HungryPeanut

Til Death Do Us Part by superfreakerz

A Tale from Thelua by treacher

Are You Hungry? by Marsfish

Embracing Fire by Archid

The Princess and the Arsonist by Silken Ink

Celestial Dragon by Silken Ink

Dragon-Sized Problems by Silken Ink

Never Look Back by forgeurheart

Growing Pains by KP_Suan

Icarus by phantomessangel

Hidden Within by Bella88

Boiling Point by juggernaught

I Missed You by Phoenix_before_the_flame

The Baby Race by princess_starry_knight

Magnolia Seven-Seven by soprana

The Sons & Daughters of Draconis by VioletPoppy

Welcome to Fatherhood by MamaBearCat

Kidnapper Trilogy by wordsiguesss: Kidnapper, Manhunt and Jailbreak

Unending Happiness by DancesWithSeatbelts

Makarovs Marvellous Flying Fairy Tail Circus by xXHellfireRavenXx

Journey's End by xambedo

True as Steel by xambedo

Fluttering Curiosity by OneColoredLily

My Heart or My People by TheDragonWithAPenOfFire

Back to You by mautrino

The Nose Knows by Nenaro

Welcome Home Lucy by Nenaro

I Am Become by Kemnam

Also A Form of Love by YukiMC

Heat by YukiMC (naughty)

What I Want? by YukiMC

Attack of the Anteaters! by Tchu-chan

Through Oblivion by Starstruck_MJ

Slip Of A Tongue by h1lovecupcakes

Unexpected by MissMisinterpreted

Request Board Romance by MorriganFae

Cage by moeruhoshi

Too Good For Just a One Night Stand by Hazel Roses (naughty)

The Nudity Theory by sugarpolis

Not A Rebound by nalunatics (naughty)

Natsu, The Friendly Demon by Akela-Nakamura

Departure by Satyrykal

How to Seduce a Lady by Aky-san

Flame's Desire by rougescribe

A Smile In The Embers by rougescribe

Quarantine Days by Angel_Of_Darkness_2004

Together Forever by Phoenix_before_the_flame

A Journey of Self Hatred by Reltic

Inukag

Instance by WitchyGirl99

That Flesh of Mine by WitchyGirl99

Deductions by WitchyGirl99

InuKag Kendo Club series Fawn_Eyed_Girl: The Way of Finding Each Other, Uchitachi/Shitachi, A Place to Call Her Own, A Little Late-Night Practice, and Having It All.

The Irony of Fate by Fawn_Eyed_Girl

Resurrected by A_Mad_Youkai_Tea_Party

Delicate by akitokihojo

Youkai In The Mirror by SugarRos

Million Dollar Man by InusSunflower

The Half-Breed's Wife by Gypsyn

The Princess Bride by CrazyPrincessCatLady

Before My Eyes by Sassybratt

One Last Ride by BrigidTheFae, and lemonlush

A Worthy Sacrifice by lemonlush

A Heart's Abduction by lemonlush

Making Waves by BrigidTheFae

Adverse Effects by FantastiqueParfait

Shards of the Sea by StarlingChild4

Lost & Found by A_Mad_Youkai_Tea_Party

Absolutely Smitten by chocolatecastleinthesky

The will to protect by OutOfThisTown

Your Lying Smile by Dawnrider

Soul Doll by Dawnrider

The Ronin by MamaBearCat

Jungle Fever by Dawnrider

Little by Little by LittleKnownArtist

Just to Be With You by Miss_Dyana

Everything's Okay by akitokihojo

A Not So Far Quest by BrigidTheFae (naughty fic)

Oblivion by meggz0rz

The It Couple by meggz0rz

Stranded by KeiChanz

Signs by meggz0rz

Enchanted by akitokihojo

No Names and Prompts by akitokihojo

For Her by akitokihojo

In Between by akitokihojo

Nothing's Changed by akitokihojo

A Moment by akitokihojo

Fault by akitokihojo

Manipulation by akitokihojo

Rage by akitokihojo

Plain as Day by akitokihojo

Another Day in Hell by KeiChanz

You Rescued Me by KeiChanz

She's Mine by shantie84

For Him by Silken Ink

The Town that Time Forgot by ArtisteFish

A Surplus of Stories by ArtisteFish

Do Your Own Stunts by ArtisteFish

Abnormalities by ArtisteFish

There She Goes by ArtisteFish

Pretending by ArtisteFish

Travelers by ArtisteFish

The Pilfered Bride by ArtisteFish

Freak Attraction by ArtisteFish

Freak Attraction: Seven-Man Circus by ArtisteFish

Nothing But You by One More Thing

Shikuro: A Caribbean Fairy Tale by Inuma Asahi De

Entrapment: A 21st Century Adventure by King Baka

Metamorphosis by King Baka

Tell, Don't Show by nanirain

#nalu #inukag #asks #rizzie says #fic rec #It's a monster #a combination of old new and faves #knock yourself out with these #might update in the future for more

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pacific-rimbaud · 4 years

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Pairing: Pansy Parkinson x Michael Corner

Setting: Modern Fairy Tale AU

Not Actually a Fic for This Story Concept for Fall Fumble 2020

Green straw of a thirty ounce vanilla iced coffee with two extra pumps of syrup tucked between her Nars Semi Matte Jungle Red lips, Pansy hip-checks the steel rear door shut, punches the code into the alarm panel with the tip of a shining black fingernail, then shoves the outside edge of her hand against the bank of heavy duty switches on the wall inside the back door.

With a rolling stutter from the back room to the store front, the banks of fluorescent lights flicker on.

She slides her black leather tiny backpack into her cubby, and slips her lanyard with her name tag over her neck.

The safe door hangs halfway open courtesy of Seamus, but the opening cash is on when she counts it. With the edge of the cash tray resting on her hipbone, sucking at the end of her straw, she weaves her way through the Nag Champa and polyester reek of the sales floor, pausing to refold the top tee on a stack of Fugazi shirts because Seamus cannot close a store to save his fucking life.

She crashes the tray onto the front counter of the cash wrap, then ducks below to flick the sound system on.

Seamus’ heavily abraded NOFX CD sits in the tray, so she pulls it out, tosses it on top of the player, spends five minutes flicking through one of several six inch-tall stacks of loose CDs, then drops the burned CD with “Theo’s” written on the top in Sharpie in the tray. The volume knob gets knocked back half an inch to the drawn-on black line indicating loud enough to numb either the entry to or exit from a day of working retail, but not so loud that mall security takes an interest.

Pansy mentally composes the passive aggressive note she’ll leave behind for Seamus when he comes in for the closing shift as she settles the cash tray in the till drawer, then slams it shut and makes a round of the floor.

She straightens the Nightmare Before Christmas display to New Order—Temptation—and by the time the playlist has hit Depeche Mode, she’s moved on to the Halloween merchandise table at the front of the store.

Someone who hears your prayers.

Pansy thrusts her hip to the right while she rehangs a knit sweater in Freddy Kreuger stripes, sending the pleats of her tiny, tiny Tartan skirt flying to one side.

Someone who cares.

She throws her hip to the left.

Then her head: her black bob flicked one way, and then the next.

Flesh and bone.

Her hips move, fishnets over skinny knees ...

I will deliver.

… Draco’s holey Rob Zombie baseball tee knotted above her navel and hanging off her right shoulder, red bra, red lips, black eyeliner thick.

You know I’m a forgiver.

She lays her hands flat on the table.

Your own …

Tips her hips back—

… personal ...

—then decides on a stripper dip to pick up a stray size sticker from the floor.

Jesus.

Upright, blood rushing from her head, she pulls the coil key chain off her wrist, and turns on the heel of one knee-high boot.

The moment she fits the key into the doors that open onto the walkways of the mall, she looks up at an audience of one.

His hair is a nameless shade of brown, wind-blown, like he bike commutes, and he’s wearing one of his many supremely unremarkable button-up shirts, untucked with the sleeves rolled up, over chinos and a pair of weirdly clean Nike Killshots.

He’s wearing a wry, dry smile, too, and Pansy flushes at the line she’s able to draw in her mind from the gate rolling up and open at the front of Diagon Alley Comics to the glass-paneled doors she’s drawing in towards herself on the other side of the tiled divide, and considers how much of the real estate of her ass she’s stripper-flashed him at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday.

Someone to hear your prayers.

Michael, Assistant Manager: name, rank and serial number printed on the nametag dangling from the bottom of his Legend of Zelda lanyard.

Someone who’s there.

Not that Pansy gives a shit.

Fucking dweeb.

#Fall Fumble 2020 #Pansy Parkinson #michael corner #ParKorner

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Fic title thing - heart held close to the moon and Neptune

...

...............

Neptune ... Neptune was the Roman god of the sea right? ... Just looked it up and yes he was so-

>:D

FF7

Mer

But rather than EVERYONE being mer or whatever, it’s ONLY the three Soldier Firsts of canon. Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal who have never met any other mer, because Shinra are immoral and terrible and use propaganda to promote the idea that Mer aren’t REALLY just like humans in intelligence and emotional range and soul, they just happen to look human-ish on the top half. And because Mer are seemingly extinct (read: in hiding), they have nobly “Resurrected” the lost line of the “most exotic creatures of the sea” in Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal and claim to be in the process of cloning female Mers to “reintroduce the species”.

Except mer are NOT animals.

Mer are the children of Gaia’s oceans, the pulse of her waves and tides, touched by her moon on high. Mer are MAGIC and they will not be contained.

They escape, by the skin of their teeth and with many bloody scars, helped by the last of descendant of the True Mer (Aerith) who can walk on two legs for a time because of her half-human blood. They flee, out into the wild waters, just the three of them as a pod, rapidly protective of their little Pod Queen Aerith, their little sister in their eyes for all it would doom mer to extinction again. So they swim, up river and through lake and through the sea, and sometimes Aerith stops to visit the human woman who cared for her as a child and to tend the garden on two legs while the other three lounge in the little pond and sing softly together, and it’s ... nice.

Then Aerith meets Zack. Zack who is a cheerful sellsword rather than a Shinra plaything, who still respect the Old Ways as best as an ignorant human can, and Aerith adores him and so despite what they want, Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal refrain from dragging him below the waves and eating him for trying to court their sister. But Zack is genuine and not cruel like the other humans they’ve met, he gets along with Elmyra and dotes on Aerith and Angeal ends up taking him under his fin after Zack nearly falls in and downs in the pond because surprise this idiot CAN’T SWIM, and really that is that. They have another human in the pod.

Zack tells them all sorts of stories, of the lands they’ve never seen. Jungles and deserts and icy mountains, and in those stories one name and description comes up a lot, the other, younger sellsword Cloud Strife. A fierce little mountain girl who still swears to the Old Spirits and avoids Fairy Circles and will not set foot on a boat until she’s made a sacrifice to the lost Children of the Sea. He describes his “little buddy” so often during his tales that really, it’s no wonder Sephiroth RECOGNIZES the woman while on a solo hunt, struggling in the water, bubbles escaping her mouth and nose, arms and legs bound from where she’s been THROWN OVERBOARD by pirates stealing the ship she had booked passage on.

Sephiroth screams and the storm screams back. The pirates stand no chance and Sephiroth pays them no more mind as he dives down for Cloud, ripping the ropes apart with his claws, swims her up to the surface and realizes that the storm he just summoned is a PROBLEM. The waves are too high for him to keep the human’s head above the water and she’s already NOT BREATHING and Sephiroth can’t just- UNSUMMON a storm, but this girl is Zack’s friend and Zack is pod which makes THIS ONE pod and Sephiroth-can’t-let-her-die-.

Sephiroth holds her close and sings-sings-sings, struggling against death, screaming to the moon to spare this human, to make her SURVIVE somehow, because Sephiroth has too few people in his life and he cannot afford to lose any of them, even one he has never met before.

And Sephiroth-

Sephiroth was Hojo’s finest creation. He was grown from the blood of the most Ancient mer. The Wild Kin even Aerith’s race of mer feared for their power, their savagery, their ability to wrap up the world in their voice and SHAPE it the way they wanted. Jenova is not an alien virus in this au, oh no, Jenova was The Sea Witch. The most feared and powerful and deadly o the Wild Kin, the last to fall in their war against the much more numerous humans and Cetra mer that had banded together against the Wild Kin and their Sea Witches. Jenova was the one who cursed the Cetra and decimated their numbers, she was the one to freeze the great northern sea mid-motion like a glacier around a great crater.

Jenova is, in a morbid, cloned sense, his mother.

Sephiroth sings.

The world obeys.

The body in his arms changes.

Cloud breathes in water and does not drown.

When Cloud groggily wakes up three days later, it’s to one very frantic Zack hovering over her face, the sky above her head, and the weird sensation of being submerged from the waist down. She remembers being knocked off the ship and sits up in confusion-

Looks down and doesn’t see legs.

The glittering tail of ink black and spiraling ice blue twitches spasmodically under her stare, responding to her desperate attempts to move legs that AREN’T THERE ANYMORE.

Cloud starts screaming and all the glass and quite a bit of nearby stone shatters.

While Zack and Aerith help deal with ... THAT whole mess, Sephiroth lurks guiltily in the nearby river, not daring to enter the pond while Genesis whimsically notes that aside from the ice blue swirls, her tail exact same shade of black as his, so does that mean she’s a full blooded Wild Kin now? Genesis and Angeal aren’t, because they have bright red and bright blue scales with black highlights respectively, sign of Wild Kin blood but not nearly as pure as Sephiroth’s jet black and trademark silver hair and slitted eyes. Angeal slaps Genesis over the head and says there are bigger things to worry about, because SINCE WHEN was any kind of magic strong enough to transform a human into an ACTUAL MER and what do they do now? Sephiroth already tried turning her back, but it didn’t work, because that kind of Song that remakes the world itself can only be used on a person on that large a scale ONCE, so now they’re stuck and how will they explain any of that to Zack’s formerly-human friend.

Sephiroth continues to lurk at the bottom of the river, feeling very guilty. He didn’t mean to do that. He meant to save her, not transform her, and the entire thing tastes too much of Hojo’s lab and his unwanted experiments and talk of using Sephiroth’s blood to create clones or hybrids.

Maybe once Zack and Aerith calm her down she won’t entirely hate him?

Who is he kidding, she’ll probably try to gut him with her bare claws.

(Anyway a sort of Modern-Fantasy AU where Mako is a thing but the SOLDIER program isn’t, Mer are a thing, and Fem!Cloud and Sephiroth end up doing an enemies to lovers slowburn but more in a you-transformed-me-against-my-will-so-I-HATE-YOU to friends to lovers way.)

(Also Hojo tries to do more evil shenanigans and Shinra hopes to conquer the world, but that all gets shut down by the Pod because fun fact you can’t run a wold spanning empire if all your ships keep mysteriously getting sunk. It’s not like you can helicopter EVERYTHING over the water, especially since all air traffic gets rapidly shut down by the mysterious super storms that blow in when they try. Reeve eventually gets accidentally kidnapped by the Pod and converted to their side so he starts looking into non-Lifestream power alternatives and Rufus is on board because honestly there’s nothing like a couple of mer arguing, IN YOUR LANGUAGE on whether they should eat you for your sins to make you rethink your life choices and by extension all your evil father’s life choices.)

(Also also Vincent and Felicia are both experiments by Hojo to see if he could create human-mer hybrids. Felicia is a sea serpent and Vincent sometimes forgets that Legs Are A Thing and so just sighs tiredly on Elmyra’s floor in all his red and black octopi glory. Veld is pulled on board the “lets kill Hojo and reform Shinra” boat after he nearly gets his throat torn out by his long lost daughter only for his long lost Turk partner to tackle her and talk her down from accidental patricide.)

(For reference, Sephiroth is a black beta fish with some silver edging on his fins, Genesis is a red with black stripes lionfish, and Angeal is a long-suffering blue and black lions fish. Aerith turns into a long-finned koi, and discovers quite by accident that if you kiss your human boyfriend enough times he gains the ability to breathe underwater and transform into a mer for a few hours before changing back into a human again.)

(And because I’m on a roll, Nanaki is still a cat-lion-thing, Cait Sith has underwater capabilities, Jesse, Wedge, and Biggs are all incredibly baffled humans who aren’t sure how this is their life now, Tifa would like to know when and how her best friend became a Mer (Cloud: It’s all catfish’s fault. Sephiroth: hey.) Barret is a monstrously overprotective dad and Marlene is the world’s cutest baby mer and Sephiroth would literally destroy the world for her if she asked him too. Genesis would help him. Angeal would just sigh and hold Marlene out of the danger zone.)

#SE asks #byakko4 asks #Secret Engima Rambles #title prompt #Mer!Seph verse

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