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zeestarfishalien · 5 months

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Invasion of the Body Swapper

This has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I decided to post it here, too.

It's my gift fic to Arlie ( @arlieash-blog ) for the BatPham Secret Santa event of 2023.

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Summary: (2.4k words) There's a new ghost in town. Jason gets more than a little caught up in the chaos.

"Wake. Up. Wake. Up. Wake. Up." Each word said by a young unfamiliar feminine voice was punctuated by a bounce. "DaaAaaan..."

Jason's eyes snapped open. Not only is this an unfamiliar voice, but they're calling him by a name that’s not his or any of the aliases he uses.

On him, perched like a vengeful spirit, is a young teen (Maybe thirteen?). She? They? Let's go with they. With their black hair and blue eyes, they'd fit right into Brucie's little orphan collection. (They'd fit right in with all the gargoyles and grotesques of Gotham with the way they're hunched over to crouch on top of him) They're older than he expected from the childish words and tone, bigger than what he perceived from the weight of their body on his, too. Their grin is starting to fade more the longer Jason takes to respond. The longer he stares. He needs to figure out what is going on and preferably without letting some little gremlin know that something is off.

"What do you want?" It comes out harsher than he meant, but that doesn’t seem to phase the kid.

If anything, their grin grew wider, almost unnaturally so.

"Dan, Dan... Dan, my man. Don’t tell me you forgot what today is?"

There's something in their tone, a wicked little lilt. It almost almost convinces him to attempt to lie.

He pretends to mull it over before sighing.

"Fine, yes, I forgot."

The gleam in their eyes sends shivers up his spine.

"You forgo-ot~," they sing-song gleefully.

Their giggle echoes eerily in the room as they practically float to their feet and dance across the bed. It's an unfamiliar bed, just like the room and the pushy little preteen.

"You officially have the title of worst brother a girl could have," she informs him with a mock seriousness that's immediately ruined by her picking up a pillow and chucking it at his face.

He sits up fast to avoid the pillow and hair slips into his face. It's his color, but it's far longer than what it's supposed to be. The errant thought distracts him from monitoring what he says next.

"Now that's uncalled for you little rat bastard." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets them. He's used to hurling insults at his siblings whenever they're being gremlins, so the response was almost automatic.

She's cackling and rolling off the bed, unaware of Jason’s guilty conscience and uncaring of his insults.

"Get up, Sleepyhead! It's time to go~o!" She sing-songs her way around the room as she fishes through drawers and the closet for clothes to chuck at Jason’s face.

"Might I, pffsh. Might I be re-eck! Hey! Quit that!" A pair of socks nailed him right between the eyes. He scowled at the little imp. "Remind me what we were supposed to do."

Her eyes, when they meet his again after digging around for shoes, have a glint to them that Jason doesn't like. If he'd been thinking, he would have carefully wheedled the information from her as they interacted. He should've known from the start that she'd enjoy holding information over his head.

~•~

He was right. Even after they left the apartment where this 'Dan' lived with the chaos goblin and two other people (based on the body language and points of similarity in the faces of the pictures, likely siblings), said chaos goblin still refused to give him any hints, simply grinning at him in mischievous glee.

In other news, Jason did have a brief chance to glance into a mirror before they left, and surprisingly enough, he recognized the person whose body he is currently inhabiting.

Dan Nightingale volunteers at several of Hood’s soup kitchens. Jason remembers how he first came in grumbling about community service and how he's supposed to 'think more about others.' Seeing as how Gotham's judicial system has yet to sentence any criminals to Hood’s kitchens, that meant that friends or family had likely been the ones to make him come. Despite that forced beginning, Dan had taken to the work readily and never complained. Sure there were a few times when he looked about ready to murder some asshole or another that came in to cause trouble, but he kept it to muttered curses and twice he up and picked up the trouble maker and set them outside like a misbehaving cat.

It's definitely not a crush. The man is memorable. What can Jason say?

He's pulled from his thoughts by a yank on his arm so strong it nearly knocks him off his feet. Little Monster is deceptively strong for someone so gangly looking. She's in that awkward growing stage where she's gained quite a bit of height, but the rest of her hasn't quite caught up.

She's dragging him into an alley, and he's pretty sure he'd be far more concerned about that if the body he was inhabiting was his own.

"Let off me, you little punk," he growls out anyway.

"Well, if you hate it so much, you shoulda grabbed a leash. I would have lost track of you five times over with the way you're spacing out today."

"I'm not your dog, brat," he warns.

"Then quit barking like one." As she sticks her tongue out, Jason has to squash the urge to throttle her. His glare is strong enough to stop a lesser man in his tracks.

Dan's little sister is not a lesser man. Jason’s half certain that she's some little demonic imp that has taken the form of a young girl to better mess with the world at large.

She rolls her eyes when she notices his glare.

"Scary eyes don't work on me, broski. I have them too." Jason has mere milliseconds to attempt to figure out what she means by those words when her eyes flash green. Green. That noxiously bright neon green of the pits, of his own eyes when the pit rage gets bad.

His hand jerks from her hold and he stumbles. His foot sinks into the ground (it's supposed to be solid pavement), and he falls back on his ass like a clumsy toddler.

There's a quiet pop, not unlike the sound a bubble makes when it bursts, and with it, a young man pops into existence. His face reminds Jason a little bit of Dan's and a lot of the eerie tween that claims to be Dan's sister. His everything else is different. White hair, Lazarus green eyes (but no, they're actually a few shades off the Lazarus pits and that certainly helps something in his chest relax a little), his skin carries an oddly blue tinge to it, plus there's the whole floating in mid air thing.

He appears worried, and he pulls the munchkin further away from Jason.

"Dani! Step back! That's not Dan," he warns.

Yet, instead of looking shocked or betrayed or concerned, the mighty midget (Dani) just looks annoyed.

"Come on, Danny," she whines, "we were just getting to the good part."

""You KNEW about this?!"" Meta Danny (because really?? They're both Danny? That's gotta get confusing. Poor Dan) and Jason manage to say it at exactly the same time.

"Who am I kidding," Meta Danny admits in a tone sounding far too defeated in Jason’s humble opinion. "Of course you knew."

Little devil Dani scoffs. "Of course I knew. It took me like 3 forevers to track Swip-Swap down."

"Oh my ancients... you even know her name... Dani, why?" Danny, the older, looked at the end of his rope. He slowly lowers until his feet touch the ground.

He shoves a hand over her mouth when she opens it to answer and Jason has no words as he watches bitty bitey one gnaw on the hand blocking her freedom of speech.

There's even blood? If the other Danny bleeds green then yeah, it's blood. Danny, the iron willed, shows no indication of discomfort despite the carnage Little Shop of Horror is creating.

"Don't answer that." His gaze lifts to Jason, apologetic "I'm so sorry, Mr. Not Dan."

"Ewww your ecto is in my mouth," Tiny Terror interrupts after finally getting her mouth away from Toxic Waste Man's hand.

"Maybe you shouldn't try to eat my hand then," he comments coolly. "But more importantly, we have the 'confuse don't abuse' pranking rule for a reason."

"Dan won't be that mad."

"But what about the person you had Swip-Swap put into Dan's body?"

The Terrible Terror opens her mouth, probably to make some snappy comeback but then her eyes meet Jason’s and she sinks down limply in the grip of Savior Danny.

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Just please tell me you weren't pulling a Vlad."

"I wasn't pulling a Vlad," she swore solemnly. Then brightening, "I only wanted them to bond through shared suffering so I could have another brother-dad."

"Dani..." Responsible Danny pinches the bridge of his nose. "We talked about this. We have to respect people's boundaries and communicate. No using supernatural methods to manipulate people. That's something the Fruitloop would do."

Freezing up in horror, Chaos Dani starts looking more and more like a kicked puppy.

She looks up to Danny pleadingly and says, "no..." her voice small.

Her jailer sets her down and pats the top of her head, probably trying to console her.

"I'm afraid so."

"Okay, this is a very touching family teaching moment," Jason admits, "but can we fast forward to the part where I get my body back?" He's still very confused and would like to figure it all out while back in his own body, thanks.

Dani the smaller, let's out an odd keening sound and flies (Literally FLIES) into him.

"I'm SO sorry Jason!" She's nearly sobbing, her arms locked tight around his body.

Before he can get a word in edgewise, non-crying Danny says (more to himself but Jason hears it anyway), "wait...Jason, as in like-us Jason? The one Dan can't seem to talk to?"

And doesn't that just create so many more questions than it answers?

A bright light flashes from Glowy Danny suddenly, blinding Jason (which he definitely does NOT appreciate). Once his vision clears, he curses, using a couple of very creative epithets that he hasn't used in a number of years, because standing there is an older, masculine presenting version of Cling-wrap Dani. They're not just similar, they're basically the same person (he recognizes his face from the photo in their apartment).

"Please tell me one of you as another name you go by to differentiate you. You are allowed tolook the same OR have the same name, not both."

The twins that aren't twins make eye contact, Dani the Clingy craning her neck around to meet her elder self's gaze.

After long prolonged eye contact, Magical Boy Danny breaks the stare off to say, "she goes by Ellie when she's not being a little chaos gremlin."

"Danny! Nuooooooooooo."

"Which is almost never," he admits, ignoring the feral growling coming from the newly dubbed, Ellie.

Jason would put his hand over her mouth to shut her up, but he saw what happened to Danny.

Actually, said hand is looking remarkably normal.

Weird.

Focus Jason.

"Okay then, Ellie. How am I supposed to get my body back?"

Her head snaps around but the moment her eyes meet his, her gaze shifts away and she presses her lips together tightly.

Well shit...

"Sooo, about that..."

Danny groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"I've already spent half the morning trying to track down Swip-Swap. Did you know that she body swapped Vickie Vale and Bruce Wayne? Vickie keeps trying to break into different departments of Wayne Enterprises. Then while Signal and Red Robin were doing damage control, Swip-Swap switched them too. Bruce Wayne keeps trying to seduce people as Vickie Vale and who knows who else Swip-Swap has switched along the way, so the next words put of your mouth better not be 'we need to get Swip-Swap to put them all back' or ancients help me I will throw you all the way to Pluto."

Ellie doesn't say anything at all which is just as much of an answer.

"You know what? No. You made this mess. You have to track down Swip-Swap and either convince her to put everyone back or soup her so we can deal with her together, but YOU are going to be the one doing the work. I will help track down everyone affected and round them up with Dan's help but that's it."

Ellie nods, "Okay. Sorry Danny."

"No," Danny says, "don't apologize to me. Apologize to Jason and everyone else when you fix this."

Her gaze meets Jason’s then.

"I promise I'll fix it and apologize again."

And she looks so much like a sad baby seal that Jason almost wants to help her.

Almost...

"Kay kid. I'll help Danny round everyone up. You just focus on finding that wacko."

She nods seriously and then proceeds to blind him with a flashing lightshow just like her 'brother'? Apparently she has her own magical girl transformation and she looks a lot like Danny did when he arrived.

She flies off through the nearest building (that's something that Jason is going to save and unpack later).

A crash and clattering accompanied by groaning has both Danny and Jason turning to the mouth of the alley.

Out of the garbage cans and bags bursts...

Well...

Jason.

Or at least his body. It's probably Dan and man does he look pissed off.

"Finally found you chucklefucks. You better have a stellar explanation for this bullshit and a solution. If I have to spend even five more minutes in this rage-drunk body I'm gonna-"

"Woah! Dan, breathe." Danny steps so he's between Dan and Jason. "We found the problem and Ellie is working on the solution now."

Dan's eyes glow green but instead of punching or stabbing Danny, he takes a deep breath and then another.

His now blue eyes (Jason’s blue eyes) meet Jason’s (or technically Dan's?? It's really starting to become confusing).

"It is Jason there, right?" He manages the question in a mostly civil tone.

"Yeah," Jason replies.

"Let me just say, and I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible...Bitch you live like this?!"

There must be something about the sheer indignation Dan's tone, or the fact that he says it in Jason’s voice. Or maybe it's just this whole absolutely batshit day finally getting to Jason and he's snapped.

But instead of responding, Jason bursts out laughing.

"Oh ancients...Danny I think I broke him," Dan stage whispers which only deepens Jason’s laughing fit. It's starting to sound a little hysterical, his laugh cracking around the edges.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's like 95% Dani's fault."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #body swap #dani phantom being a little gremlin #chaos #comedy #phantom siblings #dani wants family and by george she's gonna get it one way or another

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 8 months

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hay I've got a difficult one: Kent family reporting adventure/ luthor: basically the Kent family go on a reporting job in metropolis because of some big event happening in their town and the sponsor for the event is unknown but it's enough to get Luthor there. Luthor spots the family and dose a interview with them. And and it's something of a tense and awkward situation:

1: what's the event in metropolis that the family is on a job on?

2: between Clark and Lois who interviews Luthor?

3: for (Young Justice tv series season 1) Clark how is the whole situation for him knowing that Luthor cloned him and everything else he's done to him yet he's trying to keep up appearances as a normal person?

4: for (young justice TV series season 1) Conner how is this whole situation for him because he's face to face with his progenitor who he doesn't want anything to do with and how hard is it for him to keep up appearances?

5: seeing how they're both taking it dose (10 year old) Jon grab on to his dad and brother to comfort them? And do the two of them notice and appreciated it?

6: trying to be the adult dose Clark comfort Connor during the whole interview and if so how?

7: seeing Conner but his in his civilian identity dose luthor recognize Connor only a little or like Clark luthor doesn't remember him because he's in a civilian identity?

8: after the whole interview with Luthor how relieved is the family? Specifically both Clark and Connor because of who it is they were next to in general and do Lois and Jon do something to help the two of them relax?

1. A once impoverished and struggling neighborhood of apartments and tenements in Metropolis has completed a brand new makeover and renovation, with its residents earned new jobs to help them keep it, therefore hundreds to thousands are lifted out of poverty. The event was the grand opening of the newly improved neighborhood

2. Lois primarily as she always does

3. He feels an internal unease with Luthor standing next to him probably a tad bit more so than their previous encounters despite trying to maintain his professionalism

4. Conner struggles a bit more in showing civil behavior due to knowing how wicked and selfish Luthor truly is despite the latter having a suave manner to him. It’s not uncommon during this interview in seeing Conner clenching his fist.

5. He would when Luthor had his attention firmly on Lois, and the two once noticing Jon do so clam their faces and offer soft nods to Jon, letting him know they appreciate it

6. He would subtly, mainly via seeing Conner’s clenching fist in on hand and laying his own hand gently on the shoulder the fist is on, letting Conner know that he’s there for him and there’s no to restore to wrath

7. Oh he certainly would since unlike with Clark’s years of experience maintaining a secret identity via his mannerisms, Conner lacks that allowing Luthor to see though it a bit

8. All four collectively breathe out in relief once Luthor makes his way back to the podium and out of their sight. Clark and Conner in particular feel that internal pressure and tension present within them dissipate and Lois and Jon’s comforting presence as the latter two lead them to other people to talk to for this event or even a nearby take out place for some lunch definitely helps

Apologies for not getting to it far sooner but hopefully this work for you my friend ;-) @we-cross-universe-king-relate

#clark kent #lois lane #connor kent #jonathan samuel kent #lex luthor

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meetmyevilways · 2 years

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For all eternity

cecaelia!Bucky x mermaid!Reader (x prince!Tony)

moodboard by @brdom

Plot: After a nightmare that seems too real you turn to Bucky for help, signing a contract with him doesn't look like a bad idea at the time.

Warnings: as always, at the end. Well, a little spoiler here: there's monster sex! You can search for the rest with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post.

note: reader is Steve and Peggy's daughter so I guess there's that implied physical appearance but feel free to ignore that part if it doesn't suit you

Finally fighting your way to the surface from that awful dream that felt entirely too real, you jolt upright on your bed and frantically look around, trying to settle in reality.

You keep repeating out loud that it was just a dream but the hollow feeling in your stomach says otherwise. The same dread fills that you experienced as a child when you dreamed of your brother's death before it happened. After many years you can still remember that feeling like it happened yesterday.

Now, it's worse as you were not only a bystander but you were experiencing the events from your own perspective. Your body is still alert, your muscles are tense and your slit throbs from the ghosts of the repeated intrusion.

When you managed to collect yourself you've gone on a search for your mother. You've found her in the hall before the council chambers, she was in a hushed argument with your father. Her brown locks floating around her and her red tail moving at a rapid pace to counter her frantic hand gestures.

You hold your breath as you listen to King Steve explain to his once human wife, the noble Peggy, the 'ceremony' of the Dolphin Dance. She turns violent when she hears all the details and she starts to beat the king's chest with her fist as she cries and begs for your sake.

Knowing it was futile to argue, you didn't even try. You never swam so fast as you had at that moment, the guards at the castle gate only had a blink of an eye to process that you've left. They were shouting after you but didn't pursue after you reached the dark waters.

You still remember the first time you've stumbled into this wicked part of the sea that even the almighty king couldn't control. It would have been the last day of your life if it wasn't for him. Bucky.

He was your saviour, your best friend, your little secret. He was cecaelia, someone who other mers avoided unless they had a deal to make. You knew he wasn't born like that but he never spoke of his past. If it wasn't for your stubborn and curious nature you would never have known he was actually family.

Centuries ago, long before you were born, he was once a proud prince, a merman, a warrior of great strength, the half-brother of your father, Steve. Bucky was the oldest, he should be king by all rights but he was cursed by some evil being and your people drove him away in fear of what he had become.

The same people that were encouraging your father to organize that savage ritual to force you to take a mate as you were their eldest and they had no male heirs and probably never would if you were to believe the seer. You wanted away from them as far as possible.

The thought occurred to you on the way to Bucky's caves. The only way you could be free is if you left the sea. Your thoughts drifted to the spoiled but good-hearted prince you saved a few weeks ago.

No longer crying, but still seeking comfort, you launch yourself at Bucky who doesn't hesitate to embrace you with his arms and tentacles alike. He strokes your hair and whispers soothing words.

"What happened, my little mermaid?"

"He will agree to hold a Dolphin Dance for me. I will be raped again and again like those monsters mate. I will be forced to take it until one of them knocks me up and becomes my mate forever." You are hiccuping again and melting into the safety of him even more.

"Shh, it's gonna be alright. Your mother would never let them do that." He tries to argue but you interrupt him, only having managing to whisper the words.

"I had a dream before I heard them. My hands were tied behind my back, everyone was watching while they chased me in a coral cage. One caught up and held me while he... he... and then another wrestled himself into his place and... there were so many... I can't, please, I can't..." You couldn't bring yourself to say the words and he wasn't forcing you to. Feeling the rage radiate off of him, you dared to look up with red eyes and wobbly lips and ask what you never thought you'd have to.

"Will you draw up a contract for me?"

"No!" He pulls away and turns from you, refusing to let you persuade him into this.

"Bucky." You call out to him, swimming closer, you touch his shoulder and gently turn him back to face you. "This is my only chance to escape him."

"No." It sounds like he's the one who is begging now.

"Please?" You hold eye contact with him until he sighs in surrender and looks away.

"You'll have seven days..."

"Not three?" He reaches out to smooth your frown, then cups your face in his palms and wordlessly asks for your attention.

"You'll get seven but promise me you won't fall in love."

"It's not something one has power over."

"Promise me." His intense gaze holds you captive, demanding you to agree.

"Why? I'd rather turn into sea foam than return there, knowing what's waiting for me."

"That will never happen. The contract is stronger cannot be broken, not even with the power of the trident. I made something of the original lines so if you fail with the prince, you will return to the sea and you will forever belong to me."

"Really?" Your sadness is nowhere to be seen and Bucky's heart almost bursts at the sight of your wide smile.

"You don't belong to them anymore. Just be careful on the surface. And remember, if he claims someone else, you failed."

"Thank you." You hug him again, this time with gratitude, not even thinking that this might be goodbye as well.

"Anything for you, my little mermaid." He says as he holds you close to him with his hands while his tentacles work on the contract, sealing your fate with the last lines of 'for all eternity'.

Tony remembered you, he took you in and something started to develop between you. That is before the redhead appeared. It was like you didn't exist anymore. But you were surprised to find that you didn't really mind. You didn't put up a fight, instead, you often visited the sea and sat there until night has fallen. You were terribly missing Bucky.

The wedding of the prince took place on the last day of your time on the land. It was then, when your father interrupted the ceremony on the ship, that you found out Tony's bride was a seawitch.

She was a means to an end, who wanted to be queen and Bucky offered her this opportunity if she makes sure you get to return to him at the end of your seven days.

The betrayal hurt more than the time you realised your own father would stab you in the back and your mother would sit back and watch it happen. Bucky was your everything, your most trusted friend and he tricked you.

The ship was close to the dark waters which started on the other side of the nearby castle. When Bucky took you, both your father and the prince followed to rescue you but this was his territory.

Steve was held back by dark creatures then the water itself. Tony was washed and stuck on the shore and helplessly watched as Bucky dragged you to a little island of rocks.

Bucky was whispering soothing words while he assured you he will take care of you once you belong to him. He wanted you to understand and to show the prince that you were his.

He was holding you in his firm embrace, your back to his chest as his tentacles slowly got rid of your clothes, leaving you bare and on display for Tony to see every intimate part of you.

Keeping your legs wide apart while his other limbs found your nipples and clit, suctioning at the sensitive buds, making your eyes roll back and your body placid for him.

Tony's shouts of protest nothing but distant noise as your still foreign body was singing for its new master. Bucky brought on pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, turning you into a wanton creature ready to do anything for more. So when his mating arm penetrates you and he asks for a kiss you are ready to give in.

He builds up a slow pace, sliding more and more of him into you until he cannot go further. At this point, you were encouraging him to move faster and give you more.

Happy to comply, he did as you asked. His calming words turned into promises and desperate claims.

"You are mine. All mine." He moves in and out of you at a rapid pace while he growls into your ears, his tentacles still sucking and bringing you closer to the point where it will make you fall into a million pieces.

"I will give you everything... I want them all to see you are mine... I want to see you round with my heir... I will give you the throne... No one will ever dare to touch you." The thought of carrying his children tips you over the edge.

He doesn't last long after that. You feel him pulse inside you as his cum fills you and it makes you so unbelievably full that it almost hurts.

Before the sun goes down and your human days end, he slides out of you and holds you as you turn back. Blinking tiredly, you still see Tony for a last time before your new mate takes you under.

The prince is sitting in the sand, burying his face in his hands, refusing to look at the scene, the way a monster took the sweet girl who saved him. He will never know what you are as he only looks up when he hears the water splash and you've already disappeared by then.

Bucky was reluctant to wake you a few hours later but he felt Steve get closer and he didn't want to fight in his cave.

He asked for your forgiveness but he only met silence. You didn't resist him when he pulled you after him, swimming in the direction of the palace.

About halfway out of the dark waters you've found yourself face to face with an extremely angry mer.

Steve aimed the trident at Bucky, who only laughed at the attempt, knowing he had more claim to it now, therefore no harm could come to him but he wanted to hurt the king. "Careful, you wouldn't want to harm the father of your grandson, would you?"

Your father was stunned into silence before he turned to you with a wide-eyed, judging expression that slowly made its way to his ageless face. "Tell me you didn't."

Bucky took a protective position before you when the other male made an aggressive move towards you. Your explosive reaction had your mate smile smugly at his enemy. "Are you judging me? After what you planned to do?"

"This is worse, so much worse. You don't understand. No. This is not happening. You are coming home with me. If necessary over his dead body." He tried to grab you but Bucky wouldn't let him closer.

"No!" You shout, your dream flashing through your eyes again.

"You can't be with him." Your father pleads you to understand but your nonchalant "Why?" had him snap at you.

"Because he's my brother!" He regretted telling you as soon as the words were out. Bucky tensed before you, not daring to look back to see what you thought of him now and your father refused to meet your gaze as well.

Your calm reply surprised them both. "I know."

"What?!" "What?" They both turned to you with comically wide eyes.

"It doesn't matter." You speak to Bucky but Steve replies in anger.

"Of course it does!" At that, you swim around your mate to face the source of all this misery and you hiss at him.

"We are not human. Why would those rules apply to us? You proved to be the biggest monster of us all, so it must be something inherited." You feel Bucky behind you and you lean against him, seeking comfort. "He's the only one who ever truly cared for me. If I have to choose between everyone else and him it's not a hard decision at all."

"You can't be serious." His expression turns pale and he silently begs whatever god listens to make this a horrible dream and let him wake up already but you continue to let your anger out.

"You are vile and I'm ashamed to be related to you. The crown should be his already but now it's my mate's right as well. Give him the trident, father."

He can feel its power reject him by your claim, he has no choice but to surrender. As soon as he hands it over he informs you that you will never have to see him again as he would rather live in exile than witness what you've become.

You expect Bucky to use the trident as soon as he has it but he astonishes you as his focus remains on you. "How long have you known?"

"Since you brought me home the first time." At that, he lets out a disbelieving laugh.

"Why did you never tell me?"

"I thought it was something too painful to talk about. It didn't matter. You were always my family."

After a long moment of silence, you hear him whisper. "Can you forgive me?"

He looks away in shame, wishing he had the courage to go about this the right way. He expects a 'no, never' but you surprise him again.

"Can you promise to never... ?" Just like a few days ago, you can't bring yourself to finish the sentence but he is quick to assure you.

"I will never hurt you again."

"I understand why you did it, I do. But I can't forgive it yet. Give me time?" You ask quietly, fearing his answer and your future with him but you don't want to fight. After all, he is all you have now.

"I'll give you anything you want." He swims closer, reaching out to you but halting before he could touch you.

"I want you." You don't know where that comes from but you know it's true so you hold his gaze steadily.

"Are you sure?" There's a warmth inside you that tells you he will be true to his word. So you don't fight it when a small smile tugs at your lips.

"Yes, my king." You close the distance and kiss him. He pulls you closer and holds you there as long as he can, smiling against your lips as the trident gets stronger with the healing of your bond.

He rests his forehead against yours, placing a few more pecks on your lips before he pulls you after him again.

"Let's go home, my little mermaid."

Warnings: mentions (realistic dream) and description of a ritual that is basically gang rape, noncon, dubcon, double-crossing, incest, tentacle sex, forced voyeurism, breading kink, mention of pregnancy (not confirmed), essentially forced mating, it's a weird happily ever after

#mmew march #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!fic #monster x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x you #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #little meramid au #tony x reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark #monster march #dark fic

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faraway-wanderer · 3 years

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BOOKS BY ASIAN AUTHORS MASTERLIST #stopasianhate

In light of recent events and the growing anti- Asian hate in the US and UK over the course of the pandemic I wanted to put together a masterlist of books by Asian authors. Obviously, it’s not extensive and there are HUNDREDS out there, but supporting art by Asian creators is a way of showing support; read their stories, educate ourselves. It goes without saying that we should all be putting effort into reading stories of POC and by POC because even through fiction we’re learning about different cultures, countries and heritages. So here’s some books to start with by Asian authors!

Here is a link also for resources to educate and petitions to sign (especially if you don’t read haha). It’s important that we educate ourselves and uplift Asian voices right now. Your anti-racism has to include every minority that faces it.

https://anti-asianviolenceresources.carrd.co/

for UK peeps, this is a good read: We may not hear about the anti Asian racism happening here, but it is definitely happening. https://www.harpersbazaar.com/uk/culture/culture-news/a35692226/its-time-we-stopped-downplaying-the-uks-anti-asian-racism/

THE BOOKS:

· War Cross- Marie Lu ( the worldbuilding in this is IMMENSE.)

For the millions who log in every day, Warcross isn’t just a game—it’s a way of life. The obsession started ten years ago and its fan base now spans the globe, some eager to escape from reality and others hoping to make a profit.

· Star Daughter- Shveta Thakrar

A beautiful story about a girl who is half human and half star, and she must go to the celestial court to try to save her father after he has fallen ill. And before she knows it, she is taking part in a magical competition that she must win!

· These Violent Delights- Chloe Gong (I told my little sister to read this book yesterday bc she has a thing for a Leo as Romeo- so if you want deadly good looking Romeos, badass Juliet’s and to learn about 1920s Shanghai- this is for you.)

The year is 1926, and Shanghai hums to the tune of debauchery. A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. A Romeo and Juliet retelling.

· The Poppy War- R.F Kuang (My fave fantasy series just fyi- it’s soul crushing in the best way. Rebecca Kuang is a god of an author).

A brilliantly imaginative talent makes her exciting debut with this epic historical military fantasy, inspired by the bloody history of China’s twentieth century and filled with treachery and magic, in the tradition of Ken Liu’s Grace of Kings and N.K. Jemisin’s Inheritance Trilogy.

· Loveboat Taipei- Abigail Hing Wen (Really heartwarming and insightful!)

When eighteen-year-old Ever Wong’s parents send her from Ohio to Taiwan to study Mandarin for the summer, she finds herself thrust among the very over-achieving kids her parents have always wanted her to be, including Rick Woo, the Yale-bound prodigy profiled in the Chinese newspapers since they were nine—and her parents’ yardstick for her never-measuring-up life.

· Sorcerer to the Crown- Zen Cho (if anyone is looking for another Howl’s Moving Castle, look no further than this book)

At his wit’s end, Zacharias Wythe, freed slave, eminently proficient magician, and Sorcerer Royal of the Unnatural Philosophers—one of the most respected organizations throughout all of Britain—ventures to the border of Fairyland to discover why England’s magical stocks are drying up.

· Emergency Contact- Mary H.K. Choi (very wholesome and fun rom-com!)

For Penny Lee high school was a total nonevent. When she heads to college in Austin, Texas, to learn how to become a writer, it’s seventy-nine miles and a zillion light years away from everything she can’t wait to leave behind.

· Jade City- Fonda Lee (I am reading this currently and can I just say- I think everyone who loves fantasy and blood feuds in a story should read this.)

JADE CITY is a gripping Godfather-esque saga of intergenerational blood feuds, vicious politics, magic, and kungfu. The Kaul family is one of two crime syndicates that control the island of Kekon. It's the only place in the world that produces rare magical jade, which grants those with the right training and heritage superhuman abilities.

· A Pho Love Story- Loan Le

When Dimple Met Rishi meets Ugly Delicious in this funny, smart romantic comedy, in which two Vietnamese-American teens fall in love and must navigate their newfound relationship amid their families’ age-old feud about their competing, neighbouring restaurants.

· Rebelwing- Andrea Tang

Business is booming for Prudence Wu. A black-market-media smuggler and scholarship student at the prestigious New Columbia Preparatory Academy, Pru is lucky to live in the Barricade Coalition where she is free to study, read, watch, and listen to whatever she wants.

· Wings of the Locust- Joel Donato Ching Jacob

Tuan escapes his mundane and mediocre existence when he is apprenticed to Muhen, a charming barangay wiseman. But, as he delves deeper into the craft of a mambabarang and its applications in espionage, sabotage and assassination, the young apprentice is overcome by conflicting emotions that cause him to question his new life.

· The Travelling Cat Chronicles- Hiro Arikawa

Sometimes you have to leave behind everything you know to find the place you truly belong...

Nana the cat is on a road trip. He is not sure where he's going or why, but it means that he gets to sit in the front seat of a silver van with his beloved owner, Satoru.

· Super Fake Love Song- David Yoon

From the bestselling author of Frankly in Love comes a contemporary YA rom-com where a case of mistaken identity kicks off a string of (fake) events that just may lead to (real) love.

· Parachutes- Kelly Yang

Speak enters the world of Gossip Girl in this modern immigrant story from New York Times bestselling author Kelly Yang about two girls navigating wealth, power, friendship, and trauma.

· The Grace of Kings- Ken Liu ( One of the Time 100 Best Fantasy Books Of All Time!)

Two men rebel together against tyranny—and then become rivals—in this first sweeping book of an epic fantasy series from Ken Liu, recipient of Hugo, Nebula, and World Fantasy awards.

· Wicked Fox- Kat Cho

A fresh and addictive fantasy-romance set in modern-day Seoul.

· Descendant of the Crane- Joan He

In this shimmering Chinese-inspired fantasy, debut author Joan He introduces a determined and vulnerable young heroine struggling to do right in a world brimming with deception.

· Pachinko- Min Jin Lee

Richly told and profoundly moving, Pachinko is a story of love, sacrifice, ambition, and loyalty. From bustling street markets to the halls of Japan's finest universities to the pachinko parlors of the criminal underworld, Lee's complex and passionate characters--strong, stubborn women, devoted sisters and sons, fathers shaken by moral crisis--survive and thrive against the indifferent arc of history.

· America is in the Heart- Carlos Bulosan

First published in 1946, this autobiography of the well known Filipino poet describes his boyhood in the Philippines, his voyage to America, and his years of hardship and despair as an itinerant laborer following the harvest trail in the rural West.

· Days of Distraction- Alexandra Chang

A wry, tender portrait of a young woman — finally free to decide her own path, but unsure if she knows herself well enough to choose wisely—from a captivating new literary voice.

· The Astonishing Colour of After Emily X.R Pan

Alternating between real and magic, past and present, friendship and romance, hope and despair, The Astonishing Color of After is a novel about finding oneself through family history, art, grief, and love.

· The Gilded Wolves- Roshani Chokshi

It's 1889. The city is on the cusp of industry and power, and the Exposition Universelle has breathed new life into the streets and dredged up ancient secrets. Here, no one keeps tabs on dark truths better than treasure-hunter and wealthy hotelier Séverin Montagnet-Alarie. When the elite, ever-powerful Order of Babel coerces him to help them on a mission, Séverin is offered a treasure that he never imagined: his true inheritance.

· When Dimple met Rishi- Sandhya Menon

Dimple and Rishi may think they have each other figured out. But when opposites clash, love works hard to prove itself in the most unexpected ways.

· On Earth we’re briefly Gorgeous- Ocean Vuong

Poet Ocean Vuong's debut novel is a shattering portrait of a family, a first love, and the redemptive power of storytelling.

· Fierce Fairytales- Nikita Gill

Complete with beautifully hand-drawn illustrations by Gill herself, Fierce Fairytales is an empowering collection of poems and stories for a new generation.

BOOKS BEING RELEASED LATER THIS YEAR TO PREORDER:

· Counting down with you- Tashie Bhuiyan- 4th May

A reserved Bangladeshi teenager has twenty-eight days to make the biggest decision of her life after agreeing to fake date her school’s resident bad boy.

How do you make one month last a lifetime?

· Gearbreakers- Zoe Hana Mikuta- June 29th

Two girls on opposite sides of a war discover they're fighting for a common purpose--and falling for each other--in Zoe Hana Mikuta's high-octane debut Gearbreakers, perfect for fans of Pacific Rim, Pierce Brown's Red Rising Saga, and Marie Lu's Legend series

· XOXO- Axie Oh- 13th July

When a relationship means throwing Jenny’s life off the path she’s spent years mapping out, she’ll have to decide once and for all just how much she’s willing to risk for love.

· She who became the sun- Shelley Parker-Chan- 20th July

Mulan meets The Song of Achilles in Shelley Parker-Chan's She Who Became the Sun, a bold, queer, and lyrical reimagining of the rise of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty from an amazing new voice in literary fantasy.

· Jade Fire Gold- June C.L Tan- October 12th

Keep sharing, signing petitions and donating where you can. The more people who are actively anti-racist, the better. And if your anti-racism doesn’t include the Asian community then go and educate yourself! BLM wasn’t a trend and neither is this. We have to stand up against white supremacy, and racism and stereotypes and we have to support the communities that need our support. Part of that can include cultivating your reading so you’re reading more diversely and challenging any stereotypes western society may have given you.

Feel free to reblog and add any more recommendations and resources of course!

#stopasianhate #books by asian authors #anti racism #i'm so sickened by everything that's happening and i hope that this list does encourage people to read books by asian authors!!!#ya #poc authors #fiction #i haven't all of these yet #asian writers #asian authors #masterlist #antiasianracism

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When It’s Cold (2)

*Horny teens are horny. Mild smut mentions ahead.*

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I laid in bed watching the lightning flash outside my windows as thunder shook the room and rain poured down. As a child a storm like this would have had me hiding under my covers. Tonight though I watched the storm, every inch of my body on alert with every crack of lightning and thunder. The doors to my room burst open with a roll of thunder. A shadowed figured stood in the hallway. My heart hammered fast as I tried to see through the darkness at my intruder. A flash of lightning illuminated the once dark room and I recognized the jagged line down my visitor’s face.

“Felix?” I sat up straighter. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to make sure you weren’t scared.” He prowled closer, a wicked grin on his face as he got to the foot of my bed. “You always were so scared of storms.”

“I was…” I murmured. He was dressed only in a pair of pants. That same chiseled torso I had gawked at earlier on full display.

He crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over me. “Do you want me to stay?” His voice purred in my ear, “I can keep you warm if it gets cold.”

“Yes please,” I let the robe around me fall from my shoulders leaving me exposed. “Keep me warm, Felix.”

“Gladly.” He swooped down upon me.

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I woke with a start. My body was wound up tight and I was tangled in the blankets on my bed. I gazed around me confused before the previous day’s events caught up to me. It felt like a dream that Felix and I had found this mansion last night.

Felix…

The real dream came back to me with stark detail. What had that been all about? I’ve never had a dream like that before. I never have dreams in the first place. Even when I do they’re nothing like that and most certainly do not feature Felix. Yet he had been the epicenter.

Half naked with a devilish grin looking down at my own nude body. I had wanted him to--to--

I buried my face in my pillow. This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gone to his room last night and saw him coming out of the bathroom. Why did I have to see that? Now I was having borderline erotic dreams about him. Oh screw borderline! I knew exactly what I had been hoping to happen and the aching between my legs only solidified it.

It’s not like I never found Felix ugly or anything. He was pleasant to look at. I dare say at times he was handsome but I never dwelled on it. Maybe a stray intrusive thought or two but they never went so far as my dream had. I couldn’t stop picturing it. Felix and I in bed, his large hands on my body, his lips caressing my skin…

I pressed my legs together as the image took root in my head. Maybe I deserve to indulge a little. For right now there is nothing to worry about. Besides, it’s not like Felix will ever know. My hand dipped between my legs as I let myself fall back into the dream. My body was extra sensitive since I hadn’t been able to indulge in this particular past time since Neverland. Not that I got to do it a whole lot there either. I swear there is absolutely no privacy on that island.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

And none here either it seems.

With a small whine I swung out of bed and pulled my robe in tight. I opened the door and Felix was waiting on the other side already dressed. Could it be considered poetic irony that the boy I had just a moment ago been masturbating to interrupted said masturbation?

“Did you just wake up?” Felix looked me up and down.

“Kinda. I figured I was allowed to sleep in. What do you want?” I stepped back and started collecting my clothes from the floor.

“Get dressed. I discovered something you’re gonna wanna see.”

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No. Now hurry up.” He closed the door and left.

With a sigh a pulled my clothes back on and followed Felix up a set of stairs to a hallway that led to a dead end. “This is what you wanted to show me? A wall with a picture on it?”

“Watch this,” He pulled the light fixture next to the painting and suddenly the wall came loose and rotated opening up a passageway into a whole new room.

“This place has secret rooms now. Very cool.” I stepped inside. “A library?” I looked at the books but there were no names on the spines. I pulled one off and flipped through it but all the pages were blank. “I will say I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh but it gets better.” Felix went over to the desk at the end of the room and pulled open the drawer. There was a button inside. He pressed it and a section of the floor popped up. I knelt down and opened the hatch and my eyes went wide. It was a safe!

I turned the latch and nearly cried at what I saw. Money. Just stacks and stacks of money! One less thing to worry about. We wouldn’t need to scrape by or get jobs. This safe could keep us comfortable for months! Years even!

“How did you find this?” I asked Felix.

“I like puzzles and I like to snoop.” He grinned pulling out a stack of hundreds. The band around it said ten thousand. Ten thousand dollars and there were easily a hundred or more just like it from what I could tell from the naked eye. We have someplace warm to sleep and we have money for food.

I started sniffling and I could sense Felix watching me befuddled. “Sorry, I just--” I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my eyes, “We’re going to survive the winter. We don’t have to be hungry or cold again.”

“I know,” Felix pulled a few hundreds from the stack and dropped the rest back in the safe. “Now how about we go do that grocery shopping you were so insistent on?”

“Yes!” I hopped to my feet. We put everything back in place and left the room. I found a pad of paper and started making a list of everything we would need. Unlike Felix who had spent so much time on Neverland that he couldn’t remember who he had been before being a Lost Boy , I did remember who I was. I remembered the responsibilities I had before Neverland. What was needed when I was made to go to market. The grocery store wasn’t like the open air markets I was used to but it was still the same general concept.

Felix and I got weird looks as we entered the store and I took one of the trollies. My first stop was to grab some toiletries. Toilet paper, shampoo, body wash, loofah, deodorant, toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, and even a set of razors in case Felix wanted to shave. Next we grabbed laundry detergent, dish soap, paper towels, spray cleaner, trash bags, aluminum, and hangers. We would need to go to a different store for clothes. Lastly, food. Now, being the designated responsible person out of the two of us I know we couldn’t just indulge in the sweets and other delicious yet not necessarily healthy food for us.

I sped up and down the aisles with Felix trailing after me as I dumped stuff into the trolley. Chicken, beef, bacon, vegetables, fruits, a ten pound bag of potatoes, bread, milk, two dozen eggs, pasta, rice, butter, flour, sugar, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda, vanilla, yeast (it’s been forever since I baked anything but I figured I could give it a try), orange juice, apple juice, cheese, canola oil, olive oil, and spices. Then came on the things I knew less about, peanut butter, chocolate chips, gummy candies, dressings, chips, ice cream, instant brownie mix, pizza rolls (they sounded good), cans of soup, yogurt, pancake/waffle mix, whipped cream, cereal, granola bars, pretzels, and tea bags.

Our trolley was overflowing with items as we wheeled our way over to the register. The man bagging our items looked at us strangely as we started unloading our groceries onto the counter. Several minutes and a trolley full of groceries later we were given our grand total. I was scared that we wouldn’t have enough but thankfully we did. We left the store and looked at our haul.

“Hey, Felix,” I paused as we were halfway through the parking lot, “How are we gonna get all this back to the mansion?”

“We steal the cart.” He said it like it was obvious. “Who is gonna stop us?”

“True.” We started out trip back to the mansion and pushed the trolley into the house. We spent the next several minute cramming things into cabinets and the icebox. I pushed the trolley back outside and went to put my toiletries away while Felix took the laundry items down to the basement. I would also need to learn how to use the electronic washers they had here if I wanted clean clothes.

Speaking of clean clothes, “Felix!” I shouted down the steps, “We’re not done yet today. We need to go clothes shopping.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t bring any extra sets of clothes with me when we left Neverland and I’m sick of wearing these dirty rags. Now get a move on!”

Felix came upstairs with a scowl. “Don’t pout. Even if we kept these clothes clean they stand out too much. I think it’s part of the reason everyone glares at us. We’ll arise less suspicion if we blend in. Especially since our mission is to find a way out of here and back to Neverland.”

“Fine.” Felix grumbled. He counted the remaining money in his pocket. “Let me grab a few more bills from the library just to be safe.”

My stomach grumbled and I decided to grab a granola bar to settle my stomach while I waited for Felix. This house was so strange. They didn’t have any dish soap but they had pots and pans. No shampoo but they had combs. Not a lick of food but a cabinet dedicated to what looked like a very fragile table set.

Felix came back a few hundred dollars richer and we made our way back into town for the second time that day. The clothes store was emptier than the grocery store which put me more at ease. Felix and I went our separate ways as I perused around the racks and racks of clothing. I grabbed a few shirts, pajamas, sweatshirts, sweat pants, underwear, socks, gloves, a scarf, hat, a thick jacket, a new pair of boots, and a large messenger bag. When I went to try on some pants though I was thoroughly disappointed. They fit fine but the pockets on them were tiny! I could barely get my hand in them. Was this what pants were like here? Why?!

I went over to the men’s section and found Felix also trying on some new clothes. It was a simple black t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans but it looked really good on him. He almost looked less foreboding. Maybe that was just due to the fact that he didn’t have his cloak hood up like usual.

“You look mad,” Felix chuckled upon seeing me stomp up to him.

“I am! Look at this.” I squeezed a few of my fingers into my jeans pocket. “These pants have absolutely no room! Are yours like this as well?”

“Mine?” he stuck his entire hand in his pocket up to the middle of his forearm. “Nope.”

“What the hell?” I stuck my hand in his other pocket. These were so much roomier than mine! “Why are these better than the ones in my section?”

“I don’t know,” Felix pulled my hand out of his pocket, his face was red with anger again and he wouldn’t look me in the eye, “You can stop invading my personal space though.”

“Oops, sorry.” I snatched my hand back to my chest. What had I been thinking? I essentially stuck my hand down his pants and for what? Because I was jealous of the size of his pockets? I grabbed a few pants from his section that looked to be my size and raced back to the dressing rooms in my section. These fit just as well as the ones I was wearing now but the pockets were much roomier so I chucked the others away and got the men’s pants.

Felix met me at the registers when he was done browsing. He still wasn’t looking at me. I think I made things between us really uncomfortable. We paid for the clothes but had no trolley this time so had to carry everything in large bags back to the mansion. After we got back Felix disappeared into his room. I changed into a pair of the comfy new clothes I bought and went downstairs to make myself something to eat.

I heated a can of soup up and sat down to eat. I wasn’t in the mood to be so adventurous as to make a full blown meal. Now that we had all the essentials Felix and I could start our search for a way back to Neverland in earnest.

I didn’t see Felix for the rest of the night. Figures he wouldn’t want to be around me after we spent all day together. I drew myself another hot bath and this time was able to actually wash myself with the soap and shampoo we had bought. I felt truly clean for the first time in a long time as I slid on the pajamas I bought and crawled back into bed.

Rain pattered outside and I was reminded of my dream from this morning. A part of me dreading and hoping that I would have another just like it.

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Fucking hell! You were killing him! You had to be trying to kill him! That’s what Felix concluded as he locked himself in the master bedroom of the mansion.

Ever since Felix had let himself be talked into going to Storybrooke with you he had been forced by your side. You were the only Lost One in Storybrooke still loyal to Pan when all the others had run off to find families for themselves. He told himself he was tagging along instead of staying in Neverland to enact revenge on those that murdered Pan but that was only half of the story.

He should have never followed you though. Revenge aside. It hadn’t worked out anyway. Even after he learned that Pan was still alive, albeit in someone else’s body, it wasn’t enough. Pan died anyway before he got to enact the curse that would have turned this worthless town into a new Neverland. Now everyone was happy and safe and you and Felix were both very much stranded.

Finding this mansion had been a sweet turn of luck. He knew you were right when you mentioned needing a better place to stay over winter. Felix didn’t like the cold either but he could tolerate it better than you. Every night since you two got here you would shiver the night away at your camp. The night before it had been so cold that even Felix was cursing the wind. While he shivered though he glanced across the fire pit at you. You were huddled in so tight to yourself. Teeth chattering and body convulsing.

He was glad that you didn’t make any mention of him giving you his cloak as an extra form of warmth that night. He didn’t want to try explaining why he had done it. Terrible complicated feelings that he refused to acknowledge. He pushed them down hard, stomped them into dust so they could never rear their ugly head again.

Then he had gotten out of the bath. Truly clean for the first time in years he had left the bathroom and all those complicated feelings from before shot to the surface at the scene laid out before him. You knelt on the ground with only a towel barely covering you. Your wet hair leaving drops of water rolling down your shoulders and back.

His jaw clenched and he fumbled to maintain some composure as you explained what you were doing practically naked in his room. He had found the robe in the master bathroom and was planning on wearing it to bed himself but when he caught sight of you he was only too happy to chuck it into your arms. He needed you to cover up. He needed you clothed and out of his room that instant!

He was far from relaxed after you had left that night. The sight of you knelt over, the towel just barely covering your ass was burned into his brain. He ignored the stirring under his towel and dove into the large bed. He tossed and turned most of the night trying to rid the image and the thoughts he was having. His mind betrayed him though as it brought him much more vivid fantasies of you on his bed wearing nothing at all and beckoning him to take you.

He woke soon after breathing hard and his hand around his cock. Felix cursed the fact that he had a lewd dream about you of all people. He tried to ignore the images flashing in his head but when he closed his eyes there you were on all fours again with a teasing smile. He jumped into the bathroom and turned on the shower hoping a cold jolt would snap him back to sense but then he was thinking of you in this shower with him. Water rolling down your body, that same teasing smile and sultry voice begging him to take you against the wall.

For a few minutes he swallowed his embarrassment and let the fantasy play out fucking into his fist and pretending it was you squeezing around him instead. He thought of your moans and whimpers egging him on. Begging him to be harder, faster, rougher. He bit his lip to keep from shouting as he finally spent himself and started coming down from his high.

He felt more relaxed afterwards but the release of tension didn’t make him feel better knowing he had masturbated to you. You were his...friend? You two had never been friends before coming to Storybrooke and he doubted that you two were that now. Whatever you were to him he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. You both wanted to get back to Neverland and having obscene fantasies of you was not the way to go about that.

It was still fairly early but he was too wound up to go back to bed. So he got dressed and went exploring throughout the mansion. That’s how he had found the secret library full of blank books and that secret vault under the floorboards. He put everything back in place before racing to wake you up and show you. He had almost forgotten about his dream until you opened the door and he was met with your sleepy face and bedhead. Had you always been this attractive or was it just the layers of dirt that had gotten washed away last night that made you much more appealing to him suddenly? He decided not to dwell on why he was having these thoughts and instead took you down to see the stash of money he had found.

You were so giddy at the knowledge that you could actually have a roof over your head and food in your belly that he found himself smiling too. Your smile was so infectious. He let you take the lead when you went shopping. He didn’t recognize half the stuff he saw in that store but trusted your judgement when you dropped something in the cart.

Then there was when you went to go clothes shopping. Felix wouldn’t admit that he was getting a little worn out of his Neverland attire. It was functional but that was all he could say about it. The smell of it after he had gotten out of the bath the night before almost made him gag. Perhaps this was the reason no one wanted you or him around. You both reeked of years of living in a jungle.

You two were on totally opposite ends of the clothing store so Felix thought he was safe until you came charging into his dressing room ranting about the tiny pockets on your pants. The tight fitted pants that hugged your legs and ass perfectly. Then when you unceremoniously stuffed your hand down his pocket to see how deep they were it took all his self control and thoughts of rotting animal carcasses to not pop an erection right there in the store.

You were trying to make him burst a blood vessel and you didn’t even seem to notice! Which is why he was back in his room sitting on his bed hungry and horny. He was waiting until after he was sure you had gone to bed to get some food. He really didn’t want to chance running into you again and risk those impure thoughts bubbling to the surface once more.

Hopefully today had just been a spoof and tomorrow all these strange new thoughts and feelings would be gone. You two had a mission after all. Get back to Neverland. Lust wasn’t going to help that mission.

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yasmeensh · 3 years

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Zelda 2 - Mystery of Kasuto

Yet again, with more Zelda 2 lore. Since winter break started, I went back to working on my Zelda 2 comic again (it’s been years but I’m still going at it haha). I collected a LOT of information from within the game and from other loz games. I’m at the last stages of getting all the information needed for a fully fledged story (My aim with this comic project is to flesh out the world of Hyrule in the era of decline. Make it feel like the newer Zelda games in terms of lore and plot, but also keep its’ classic essence). HOWEVER! Before I get ahead with outlining a full story, there is one thing that needs to be sorted out. that is, Kasuto Town. Deciding on Kasuto town’s identity will entirely change the aesthetic of the story, how the people will be represented, and even the lore of the Zelda2 pre-story (sleep-cursed Princess Zelda) I’ve spent a while collecting evidence and clues for my theory. I was not sure if I should go ahead with it and solidify it for the comic, so I want to share it and hear what opinions, additions, or contradictions any of you would have. I’m very interested to hear what you have to say on it! Anyways, without further ado, here is the theory:

The basic idea is that Kasuto People are Sheikah. (Disclaimer: This is just a theory and entirely speculative. The aim to try to make sense of Kasuto town with the established canon information we know and fit it to the wider loz world.)

1. Location of Kasuto Town

There are two Kasuto towns. A deserted Kasuto, and a hidden Kasuto.

From what we know of the Sheikah history leading to the downfall timeline, is that The Hyrulean Civil War (Pre-OOT) nearly wiped out all of the Sheikah population. Kakariko was their original settlement, but has since been opened to everyone. So, where did all the Sheikah go? Only Impa is around. WELL, perhaps since the events of the civil war, they decided to take residence far away from Hyrule Castle, and only send their most capable every generation to care for the Princess (Which is always the new Impa). Impa always shows up again as a nursemaid for Princess Zelda in the downfall timeline.

Additionally, as protectors of The Royal Family, it works out how their town is situated next to the entrance to the Great Palace, where the final Triforce is kept (To keep an extra eye on who ventures there?).

Not entirely sure why Kasuto was destroyed. Did Ganon know about the Triforce of Courage being around there? Did he attack them with an army of Moas while they fought to keep him away? This might have led them to go into hiding. They are the only ones who know all the secrets of Hyrule. They need to survive in order to preserve it.

2. Magic

There are two spells taught in the Kasuto towns. One of them makes a small temple (shrine?) come out of the ground. The other spell is the strongest spell in the entire game (thunder).

^ This is the building that emerges from deep underground after using the ‘Spell’. (He finds the magic key there. A key that can open pretty much every door ever. Or at least the palace doors). What IS strange about Kasuto though, is that the palace situated between the towns has an item that acts almost exactly like the Lens of Truth; It’s a cross that allows Link to see ghosts. (In OOT it does the same thing, in addition to looking through false doors and floors. It’s used to track down the Phantom guide in the haunted wasteland). A little suspicious, no? (PS. I’ve been thinking about redesigning the cross item for the comic, and I SWEAR the three parts at the top can easily be made to look like the Sheikah eyelash symbol. Voila) This could all merely be coincidence, but the location next to the Great Palace AND the three-eye-rock palace containing the cross is convenient to make us assume it’s connected to them in some way, especially with the later established lore of the Sheikah.

3. Technology

Ok. bear with me. This is a big one. This will be the game changer. If we can solidify that these Sheikah are just as technologically advanced as the Sheikah in botw, this will completely change how they could be interpreted in the comic.

For starters, only the Sheikah know the details of the legend of Zelda. And here I quote from the Zelda 2 1988 manual:

“There was a door in the North Castle called “The door that does not open.” Only the descendants of the Impa family who served the King knew how to open the door.”

As we could see, access to the chamber and scrolls that provide information on the palaces and Triforce is only accessible to the Sheikah. A private affair between the royal family and Sheikah ONLY? The King that separated the Triforce is the one that was in-charge of building all 7 palaces. Because the Sheikah work closely with the Royal Family, they must be 100% involved (Also, remember how Kasuto town has the magical key that can open all doors in the palaces?) OKAY NOW HERE IS THE TECHNOLOGY PART The elevators. The Elevators.

For the longest time I told myself it must be some kind of pully system. But after I started thinking about Kasuto as being Sheikah, and their heavy involvement with the palaces, I’m starting to think that maybe these are actually electrical (or magical. idk what it is) powered elevators. Sort of like in Breath of the Wild. There is also Rebonack, the Island palace boss with his floating robot horse

Maybe.... Maybe the ironknuckles and doomknockers are also robots? For all we know, they are just heavily armored... things. With no face. We know construction on the palaces must have begun sometime at the end of the Golden Era. That was the time when the Royal Family possessed the full Triforce for countless generations. It was the most prosperous Hyrule has EVER been (in the downfall timeline at least). The Sheikah might have had the time to advance their technology? It’s not too far fetched. After such a long time of prosperity, the King found that there was no one worthy of the full Triforce to continue this golden age (He was scared of his wicked son it seems) so he started this whole project to hide away the Triforce of courage.

(It’s interesting in a way how that King saw that the chaos caused by a separated Triforce is much merciful than the consequences of the full Triforce falling into the wrong hands. It mirrors Princess Zelda’s decision when she broke the Triforce of wisdom into 8 pieces so Ganon can’t have it. She really is wise for a small child. As wise as the ancient king.) Well, what are your thoughts? Would it be plausible that the people at Kasuto are truly the Sheikah? Is it possible that the palaces have technology? This is pretty crucial for the development of this comic project 👀 It will completely change how the palaces will be portrayed, the enemies, and the entire Kasuto settlements (plus if Impa is affiliated with them). WOULD you be fine with such an interpretation? SHARE YOUR THROUGHTS!

#zelda2 #long post #zelda2 lore #I'm pretty hyped about this haha #I've been kinda in the shadows about this project BUT I decided I might be ready to tackle a comic #the past year I did some multi-page comics #so that was great practice #I think I'm ready to REALLY start delving into this one #a multi-chapter and multi-volume comic. fun #mmmm #I'm flipping this whole game. I'm gonna add so much plot and drama and suspense and HAHAHAHA #sorry I'm just really excited about this #There IS a way make this game work. There is enough material deep inside to allow for a fully fledged story and world

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-`,✎ Meteor Showers and Milk Bread — Oikawa Tooru

→ synopsis: when tooru sneaks out of the palace in secret, wanting to explore and experience the city for himself, he doesn’t expect to spend the entirety of his evening with an odd, brash, and frankly rude mage but he wasn’t complaining

→ pairing: prince!oikawa tooru x fem!reader

→ genre: royalty au, fluff, angst if you squint enough

→ warnings: none (i think)

→ word count: 6.2k

→ taglist: open (just message/send me an ask!)

[ part two coming soon ]

If you’re wondering what “Planus” is, please go to google translate: Latin to English. I just thought that it was very befitting for our precious little birthday boy.

I wasn’t planning to make this a two-parter but I wasn’t able to finish this in time before Tooru’s birthday so here we are. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to finish the second part but I’ll try my best to get it out soon.

Anyway, happy birthday Tooru, I love you so much even if I do bully you a lot ♥︎

Even after all these years, it still never ceases to both amaze and perplex Tooru how unfailingly consistent the royal guards are. When he was younger, he mistook them as a hindrance to his schemes but now he was older, smarter, and eternally grateful to their unnatural punctuality and constancy, that of which turned out to make his life a whole lot easier.

He keeps his eye on the small, practically invisible peephole, peering into the dark—yet still grand—corridors from behind the large oaken doors of his bedroom. His left hand—uncharacteristically bare, devoid of any of his usual rings and other flashy accessories—was held firmly on the golden door handles, his other clenching a small, equally gold, pocket watch.

He stands in silence, the slow, monotonous ticking of his watch being the only sound filling the bedroom.

And then, just like the intricate clockwork of his watch, a pair of armor-clad guards appear from the around the corner of the hallway just as the clock struck twelve. Tooru grins at the sight, “Just on time.” He chuckles as he carelessly stuffs the watch into his cloak.

He waits not-so-patiently as he watches the guards march rigidly through the corridor. Could they be any slower? Tooru thinks to himself, his foot tapping rapidly.

Finally, after what seemed like a millennium, the guards pass by Tooru’s quarters—their eyes trained on the grand entrance to the room—unaware that he was watching them carefully.

Tooru definitely didn’t regret secretly installing the peephole. He worried about it being cursed, the witch who sold it to him seemed odd, but in the end, the trade proved to be worth it. Whether it was cursed or not was still up for discussion though.

Tooru waits for a few more seconds after the guards marched out of sight around the other end of the corridor, ensuring that they were out of earshot before beginning to twist the door handle open in a painstakingly slow pace, wincing slightly at the loud click it emitted. He opened it just enough so that he could barely squeeze through and took one last look into his bedroom.

He hoped the pile of pillows he arranged underneath his covers was enough to trick any unwanted visitors throughout the night. Though Tooru knows only one person would have the gall to suddenly barge into his quarters at such an hour and he doubts this would be enough to deceive his ever so perceptive personal attendant.

Speaking of Iwaizumi—or rather, Iwa-chan—his clothes are frankly much too large on Tooru. It must have been the result of his relentless training with the other swordsmen and guards in the palace.

He didn’t want to have to borrow (read: steal) Iwa’s clothes like this, but nothing in Tooru’s large, ever-expanding wardrobe would be inconspicuous enough to suit his needs for that night. He needed to keep a low-profile, to remain hidden and unnoticable. The complete opposite of his usual self.

After all, the Prince of Seijoh can’t be out and about meandering around the city all on his lonesome. It simply isn’t safe, it isn’t ethical, it just isn’t allowed for His Royal Highness.

Tooru can’t help but roll his eyes at the thought. He could clearly imagine all the royal advisors, attendants, and anyone of high position really, telling him all this if he gets caught during one of his many escapades to the city. He could already feel the long, drawling lecture from his parents and the cold stare of his sister who would be upset not over the fact that Tooru snuck out of the palace but because he didn’t take her with him.

No, it was one thing for the prince to sneak out but for the crown princess to so much as step foot outside the palace grounds without her cavalry of guards and mages? It was simply unimaginable.

Tooru reaches the end of the hallway. Careful to only step on the soft velvet carpet lining the marble floors as to not make any sounds, he edges towards the wall and peers around the corner. As usual, guards were stationed at every alcove of the corridor, ready to attack any and all intruders, trained to jump and pounce at any sound they hear. Which was fair, they were protecting the royal family after all. Which of whom would be fast asleep by now if they were the obedient little royal they ought to be, if they weren’t Oikawa Tooru.

It was a good thing Tooru memorized the palace as if it were the back of his hand. There was no need to bother with the guards lining the main entrance of the royal chambers when he could just use the servants' passageways.

He palms the wall blindly until he finds the one brick he had to press to reveal a small entryway on the once bare wall. He slips in before the entryway conceals itself once more.

It was admittedly an oversight made by the countless architects and engineers that designed the palace. Or maybe they just didn’t think that a royal such as Tooru would know that such passageways existed. Regardless, he didn’t care, what mattered was that he could now maneuver freely around the castle without worrying about the myriad of guards stationed all over the main hallways.

Palace surveillance was light in the servants’ quarters and areas. As Tooru nears the foot of the stairs from the maze of passageways in the castle, he could already hear the rowdy laughs and rambunctious voices of the numerous other inhabitants of the castle. It was at this hour where chambermaids, cooks, out of duty guards, and the like would be able to rest and relax, free from their usual day to day responsibilities in the castle. Tooru loved it here.

He wished he could stay but he pulls the hood of his cloak over his head and steps out from the stairwell, trying to seem as casual as he could.

Of course, nobody pays him any mind. There are hundreds of people coming and going in this area of the castle every day, Tooru was only one of very, very many. He snatches an apple from a farmer’s basket as he skips out through the back gates of the castle, one exclusively for the castles many servants and workers, a triumphant smile on his face.

When one thinks of Prince Tooru, they think grandeur, they think regalia, and such. The people of Seijoh know about his brains, his charms, and his wicked good looks, but not many have actually had the pleasure of seeing the prince with their own eyes. At least, not without knowing it was him.

No one would have expected that the boy wandering around the streets—the one with a look of pure, childlike wonder in his eyes—clad in an oversized tunic, loose pants, and a ratty cloak would be the infamous prince. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Despite the late hour, the city was still bright and bustling, shops were still open, lanterns were still lit and the streets were still lined with people, for it was the night the Planus meteor showers would grace the skies.

Tooru had been waiting for this day for years, the minute he read about them from his absurd collection of astronomy books, he knew he just had to see them for himself, only to find out that they occurred once every fifteen years. He was barely three years old the last time they appeared. Just his luck.

He had absolutely no clue why the castle wasn’t hosting a grand ball or banquet of sorts right now. There should be a celebration of some kind for such an event but no, they’d rather celebrate the birthday of some old, long deceased great-great-uncle of theirs—which was hands down, one of the dullest balls Tooru had ever attended in his life—than celebrate this.

At least the people of the city had their priorities in order; there was a three-day festival all for the meteor showers. Tooru made a mental note to tell his sister to create that day a kingdom-wide holiday when she becomes queen.

A part of Tooru is glad that there wasn’t any form of an event held that night though. It would have been virtually impossible to slip away unnoticed if that were the case and he’d never be able to witness the city in such a state.

Large golden lanterns were strung across the roads, tied to the street lights, basking the city in a warm, orange glow. Food stalls were set up in every corner selling snacks ranging from traditional sweets of the kingdom to eccentric fruits and drinks from far away countries. Jesters and wizards were performing acts and magic tricks in front of starstruck children. Crowds were gathered in the city square, where loud music was playing and people were dancing around the statue of Tooru’s great-great-grandparents, the crowd clapping along with the beat of the music—which Tooru noticed was coming from a group of instruments playing themselves, obviously the work of a skilled mage.

Tooru was clapping along with the crowd, watching the dancing couples flit gracefully around the square when a familiar scent meets his nose. His eyes tear away from the scene in front of him and finds himself staring at a small bakery, more specifically at the familiar pastries set on display by the open windows.

He bought three milk bread buns that night. Two more than he probably needed but he didn’t care. They weren’t like the ones served at the palace; the buns were smaller, denser, and not uniform in size or shape. The ones usually served at breakfast were always unnaturally consistent and identical to one another. Each one was the same size, the same shape. They were all meticulously scored giving the buns intricate designs yet even those were uniform as well.

The commoner buns were better.

Perhaps the choice of analogy could be better but Tooru thinks about how the two milk bread buns perfectly described the way he felt about the members of nobility and commoners.

Though plain, though unrefined and rudimentary, in the end, the simple milk bread buns from that little bakery down the street could beat the seemingly perfect ones at the royal palace, the ones prepared by the cavalry of specially trained cooks and staff.

Unlike the ones served at the palace, the ones he had in his hands right now were more filled with life and personality—if that even made any sense. He could tell that they were made with love, with care from the elderly couple that ran the bakery. It didn’t matter that it was flawed, not as intricately designed or made with expensive ingredients, these were loads better than any other bread the palace could have served him.

This was probably why Tooru loved being out in the city so much, devoid of his usual riches and regalia. This was also the reason why his best friend was his personal attendant instead of some other prince or noble. They were far more real than any other royal he’s met before.

Tooru is suddenly pulled away from his thoughts at the sound of yelling from afar. He follows the crowd of people who too were drawn towards the person, trying to get close enough to understand what he was trying to announce to everyone.

“—Make way! It’s starting! Everyone make way!—”

Tooru only manages to catch these words because suddenly, like a deafening canon, everyone around him starts cheering and whooping excitedly. He barely has time to react when people start clearing the middle of the roads, pushing themselves onto the sides of the brick sidewalks in a matter of a few seconds, squishing Tooru between a wall and the backs of the still cheering crowd.

Everyone was facing the cleared out road in front of them, their eyes trained at the end of the street evidently waiting for something to appear.

Tooru struggles out from in between the wall of people and the actual wall he was stuck in and walks along the streets, behind the lines of people.

“Erm—excuse me?” Tooru starts, tapping the shoulder of the nicest looking person he could spot. “What’s happening?”

The man shoots him an incredulous look, one that asked are you serious? “What’s happening? How could you not know what’s happening?”

Once it was evident that Tooru really was serious, the man chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. “Not from around here, huh?”

Tooru laughs sheepishly, subconsciously tugging his hood down even more. “You could say that.”

The man goes to explain but his and Tooru’s attention were torn away when loud music began playing from the end of the street. Tooru was glad he was tall because he was able to see even from behind the crowds of people.

It was a parade. Of course, it was, how had Tooru not realized? He internally smacked himself for his momentary stupidity.

He stands on his tiptoes, trying to get a better view of the gargantuan floats coming nearer and nearer. The first one was the size of two carriages stacked on top of one another and it was designed to look like meteors were on top of them. It obviously had some sort of magic imbued in them since they were glowing brightly, basking the street with blues and purples.

Tooru has never seen anything like this before. His brown eyes are wide with amazement as he follows the floats with them, his mouth agape. He could imagine his teachers scolding him for doing so, saying it was unsightly to hang his mouth open like that.

Commoners never fail to amaze him.

The other floats were similar to the first one, though they featured different things such as jesters, mages, centaurs, and pegasi. His personal favorite was the one of a giant griffin, its wings were charmed to flap and spread out as it rolled by, blowing wind into the faces of the crowd. Tooru’s hood was blown back but he didn’t notice nor care. He could barely hear the music from the band of players marching by the floats over the screaming and oohing of the crowd but Tooru was able to catch a few words from a pair of girls in front of him.

“—Mina look! It’s the royal float!” She points her finger out to a white float from afar. Her friend giggles, trying to get a better view. “I know! The man playing Prince Tooru is so handsome.”

The what playing the what now?

Tooru follows the girl’s finger and finds himself staring at a float of the royal palace. It showed the facade of the castle, it even had the same flags perched on the rooftops, but what caught Tooru’s attention however were the four figures standing on the turrets of the float, waving at the crowd.

There were people playing as the royal family. They were dressed in luxurious robes: fur-lined cloaks, epaulettes, and gowns—though Tooru suspected that they weren’t actually made of the same material as the real ones back at home.

He saw a couple playing as his mother and father, waving politely to the crowd. They didn’t look exactly like his parents of course but they were able to find actors that looked sort of like them, which makes sense, the king and queen have made frequent public appearances in the city.

However, what really caught Tooru’s eye were the ones playing him and his sister, who unlike their parents, have never been seen by the public.

His sister was played by a woman in her twenties, dressed in a lavish pink gown his actual sister would never have even looked at, waving enthusiastically at the crowd, sending flying kisses and throwing petals towards them.

He would have laughed if he had not seen the man playing himself.

He was probably around fifteen, years younger than he was. He was smiling devilishly at everyone, winking and shooting looks at all the girls in the crowd. He had an air of pompousness around him, especially with the way he ran his hands through his curly blonde hair.

Yes, blonde. They hadn’t even gotten his hair right.

Asides from that he was waving a sword around at the sky, yelling about how he’s vanquished dozens of dragons—which Tooru has never and, frankly, will never do.

Tooru scrunches his face in disgust as he listened to this child make a fool of himself—which in turn made a fool of Tooru. He could admit, it was childish to feel so offended by this but he couldn’t help it.

He starts walking in the direction the floats were headed at, his eyes still trained at the “royal” float, wanting to hear more despite knowing how it would just irk him even more.

Tooru was even more horrified when the boy pulled out a rose and started announcing his love to a princess from Niiyama. Tooru would rather eat a toad than marry the frankly terrifying princesses of Niiyama who intimidate him to no end.

“HEY WATCH IT!”

Tooru really should have been paying attention to where he was going because before he knows it, he’s laying on the sidewalk. His hands were flat on the ground, bleeding slightly after the impact of the fall.

“Ow—ow—ow.” Tooru hisses as he stares at them. He didn’t know how he was going to explain this to Iwa tomorrow. He suddenly sees a sight much worse than his scraped hands.

“My milk bread!” Tooru cries out, staring at the two remaining buns which were tucked safely in his bag, now trampled and squashed on the street. Tooru could feel a piece of his heart breaking off at the sight.

His attention is torn away though by you, the person he ever so gracefully crashed into.

You, however, paid no mind to Tooru or the tragic loss of his milk bread. You were too busy examining a large telescope you seemed to be carrying earlier, not even caring that you were laying in the middle of the dirty street as you searched for any sign of damage on the instrument in your hands.

“Oh thank god.” You sigh in relief, realizing that it was fine and only sustained a few scratches.

“Are you alright?” Tooru asks, holding his hand out to place it on your shoulder.

You whip your head towards Tooru, the relieved expression on your face turning to one of annoyance as you glared at him. Tooru freezes.

“Yeah and no thanks to you.” You huff as you clutch the telescope protectively to your chest, veering away from his hand. Your eyes then fall on your papers and books which were now littered all over the brick sidewalk and you gasp. “My notes! Great, thanks a lot pretty boy.”

Pretty boy? Tooru retracts his hand, his bottom lip jutting out slightly, and instead goes to help you pick up the rest of your papers. He couldn’t help but stop and stare at one of the papers he grabbed. It was a star chart, not unlike the ones he sees in his astronomy books, but this one was covered in scribbles and writings. Tooru realizes that these are runes, the same one he sees the mages employed at the palace read and write.

“Hey, here are your—” Tooru says as he heaves himself up only to find you gone, the space where you were just laying on empty. He twirls around to find you running around a corner, your cloak billowing behind you.

“—notes.” He trails off, staring at the thick leatherback book and pieces of parchment in his hands. As much as Tooru wanted to just leave them on the side of the road and go buy more milk bread to replace the ones he just lost, he knew he had to return the important looking papers back to you.

Curse him and his morals.

He runs after you, turning the same corner you did to find himself staring at a small street that had stone stairs leading up along it. You only had a few seconds headstart but somehow you already made your way to the top of the stairs, turning another corner towards another street, paying no notice to Tooru’s calls.

“Good god.” Tooru sighs as he runs up the stone steps after you, beginning to question his life choices.

He continues to follow you through the winding, labyrinth-like streets of the city. The farther you two went from the city square, the fewer people there were, and the darker it became. Tooru was beginning to think he’d lose you when he suddenly turns the corner and finds himself staring at a massive, open field.

You two were at the edge of the city, on top of a large hill. Trees surrounded the field which was covered in flowers filling the area with a sweet scent.

You rush over to a patch of grass that didn’t have flowers growing all over, gingerly placing the telescope beside you and then throwing everything else to the ground with no disregard. Tooru watches from behind you, bent down, and clutching his knees as he tries to catch his breath.

You two essentially ran up dozens of flights of stairs and roads that were all uphill but you didn’t seem affected at all whilst Tooru was basically dying from exertion.

Again, curse him and his morals.

“Where is it?” You cry out as you sort through the pile of papers and books on the ground. You take out your bag and begin sifting through it, praying that you’d find that specific volume of astronomy 101 you needed for your study, but alas, it had vanished.

Your mind flashes back to the time you fell in the streets, dropping all your things and you slap your forehead in frustration. “Pretty boy!” You wailed in realization.

Perhaps you still had time, maybe you could run back and find it back at the square. Hopefully, no one had taken it and it was still there.

“Looking for something?” You whip your head back to find none other than Pretty Boy and, more importantly, your textbook in his hands.

“Did you follow me?” You gasp, getting up from your spot and walking over to Tooru, who was still heaving. You grab the book and papers from his hand and flip it open; It really was your missing textbook. You sighed in relief, placing the book against your chest.

“I’m pretty sure a thank you is in order.” Tooru quips, shooting you a look as he straightens himself. He was much taller than he seemed at first glance.

“Well, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you were actually paying attention to your surroundings.” You state as you lightly poke his chest and you turn to march back to your little spot in the field. Just like earlier, Tooru’s bottom lip juts out, one eyebrow raised.

“But thank you—I guess.” You say stiffly, looking over your shoulder a bit. Tooru’s expression immediately lights up at these words.

Much to your surprise—and annoyance—he follows after you, matching your pace so he was walking by your side, his hands clasped behind his back.

“You’re a mage, aren’t you?” He declares this more than asks really, a knowing smile resting on his lips. “No—a mage’s apprentice.” He adds quickly, correcting himself.

You glare at him, ignoring his question, as you flop back on your spot beside your books and papers. “And why are you still here, exactly?”

Tooru looks back at the city behind you two sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Multiple reasons.”

“Do tell.” You voice, setting up your telescope in front of you. “I’m ever so interested.”

Tooru ignores your blatant sarcasm and takes a seat beside you, also ignoring your groans at this action. “First things first, I have no idea how to get back to the square, I’d probably just get lost and spend the rest of the evening wandering around aimlessly.”

“Secondly,” Tooru stretches his arm up over his head and leans back onto the soft grass, his forearms cushioning his head. “I’m exhausted.”

“We didn’t even go that far.” You comment, raising an eyebrow at the male who was staring up at the sky. He gasps dramatically and turns his head towards you. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve never ran so much in my entire life, I feel like I just scaled a mountain.” He lifts a hand, his pointer finger thumb just barely touching. “My legs are this close from snapping off.”

You snort, turning your attention back to your telescope. Tooru beams, pride swelling at his chest at the fact that he made you laugh—well, sort of laugh. He turns his entire body towards you so that he’s laying on his side, his right arm extended over his head, his cheek resting on his palm.

“You never answered my question.” He starts, staring at your pile of papers and books. “You are a mage, right?”

“Well you aren’t wrong but you also aren’t right.” You respond, purposefully cryptic. Tooru rolls his eyes, deciding to just drop the subject. “Fine, don’t tell me, whatever.”

His attention is turned towards your telescope when you let out a satisfied hum as you finally finished setting it up, his eyes brightening at the instrument. He’s never used a telescope, the royal mages at the palace had them but they never allowed Tooru to use them before.

“Can I try?” You smack his hand away from the instrument, Tooru huffs rubbing the spot where you hit him. “Absolutely not, you’ll just break it.”

Tooru’s pout returns as he groans. “No, I won’t, come on I’ll be careful, just this once, please.”

“After what happened just earlier, you don’t exactly have the best track record for being careful.” You chide, pointing at the base of the telescope. “Look, it’s scratched now.”

Tooru puffs his cheeks as he stares back at you and back at the telescope again, mulling over what to say.

“Well, you aren’t the only one that was affected by the fall earlier.” Tooru begins, sighing dolefully. “I lost my precious milk bread.”

You let out the same snort from earlier. “Yeah, because milk bread is just of equal worth as a telescope.”

An indignant gasp escapes from Tooru’s lips, “Don’t belittle my milk bread.” A hand rests on his chest as he speaks. “I don’t know how I’ll ever recover.”

A silence falls between you two before you both start chuckling at the absurdity of his words. This was rare for Tooru, letting out an actually genuine laugh with a person that wasn’t Iwa or his sister.

He surprisingly feels way more at ease than he thought he would. He’s always been guarded towards strangers, always polite to them as to not offend and inflict the wrath of his advisors and personal attendant but never nice enough to blossom new friendships. He was perfectly satisfied with the people he had in his life now, he didn’t need any more than necessary.

But somehow, he found himself drawn to you and your brash attitude and sarcasm. He knew you didn’t have the slightest clue that he was the prince of the kingdom but it was still odd to be treated in such a way. The vast majority of the people at the castle would freeze and stiffen when he was near, their eyes always trained at the ground as if eye contact with him was forbidden, which it certainly was not. They’d avoid having to speak to him if they could, and if they couldn't they’d always regard him as “Your royal highness” or “Prince Tooru”.

They’d probably faint at the mere idea of calling him Pretty Boy.

This was another reason why Tooru was so close to Iwaizumi. He wasn’t afraid of him. Yes, he was the prince but he was first and foremost a person, and Iwa knew this and never walked around eggshells with him. He wished more people were like him. More like you.

Tooru watches as you peer into your telescope, scribbling rapidly on a spare piece of parchment, taking note of something Tooru couldn’t see. He whines loudly.

“Just let me try. I’ll be careful, I swear!” He pouts at you once more as he inches closer to you, shooting you his infamous puppy dog eyes but you were unperturbed. You flick his forehead causing him to fall back to his previous position, groaning in defeat.

“You’re just like the mages at the palace, they never let me—”

“Palace?”

Tooru freezes, you freeze too, shooting him a quizzical look, your quill now lax in your hand.

“As in the palace? That royal palace?” You ask, pointing at the aforementioned building which was visible even from where you two were. Tooru’s really done it now this time.

“No! I mean, yeah—I, erm—work there.” He stammers, avoiding eye contact, his thumbs fiddling around each other nervously but you pay no notice to this as you stare in awe at the glowing building. “Woah, that’s cool.”

“Not really, it’s not as great as it seems.”

“Are the royal family snobs?” You tilt your head to the side. “I don't know, I just assume they are. Most of them are.”

“All royals are snobs.” Tooru says wistfully.

You bite the inside of your cheek, you may not know him but you could tell that this was a sensitive subject for him. You decide to just drop the subject.

You instead throw yourself to your work, continuing on writing down the names of stars and movements of certain planets and such. Tooru continues on pestering you, asking you questions about what you were doing and commenting on certain things he saw in your textbooks—you gave up on telling him off for touching your stuff. He surprisingly knew a lot more than you expected for someone who wasn’t a mage.

“—which is why I believe that there is life outside of Earth. Perhaps in some other planet or something.” Tooru finishes off, he had been rambling about extraterrestrial lifeforms for the past ten minutes. “Don’t you think so too?”

You shoot him a look, ignoring his question. “Do you ever shut up, Pretty Boy?” You jeer halfheartedly, he chuckles. “Only when I want to.”

You roll your eyes as you close your book. Finally done with your assignment. All you had to do now was wait for the meteor shower. You lift your arms up, stretching after staying in one position for such a long time. Your eyes fall on the man beside you, who was staring longingly at your telescope as he bit his lip apprehensively.

He opens his mouth, no doubt ready to beg once more but you cut him off before he could. “Fine, but if you break it, I will curse you into oblivion.”

Tooru’s face lights up instantaneously, jumping up from his position in the grass and crawling to the telescope, he gingerly takes the instruments in his hands before he gives you a look which asked are you sure?

“I said it’s fine, go on before I change my mind.” You urge, waving a hand. Tooru lets out a wide grin, his eyes brimming with excitement before he peers into the telescope.

Every so often, he’d let out a small gasp or “Woah!” as he observed the night sky. Just like earlier, he’d ask you a few questions about unfamiliar stars of constellations. He reminded you of a child being in a toy store for the first time.

After some time, Tooru straightens and turns to you, a satisfied smile gracing his features. “That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you think so,” You lightly punch Tooru’s arm. “But don’t think I forgot about earlier. Telescopes are expensive, you know. I doubt you’d be able to afford a replacement.”

Tooru’s small smile doesn’t leave his lips even as he rubs his arm. How funny, a commoner telling him, a prince, that he couldn’t afford something. He remains silent though.

“Hey, what’s that on your hand?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you scooted closer to him, staring at his hands. Tooru turns it over so that his palm was face up and stares at the scapes on them with a look at that say oh I forgot about that.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” But you were already digging through your satchel, ignoring his protests. You pull out a small vial that was full of a thick red concoction.

“Okay, what is that?” Tooru says suspiciously, instinctively veering away from the potion. You roll your eyes, opening the vial. “It isn’t poison, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

You hold out your free hand towards Tooru. “Just trust me, okay?” You ignored the fact that you were a total stranger and pushed on.

You hadn’t the slightest clue why you were even doing this, using an invaluable healing potion for some stranger’s minor scrapes but here you were anyway.

Tooru reluctantly slides his hand over yours and you pour a few drops of the potion onto his palms. You put the vial down beside you and begin spreading the substance over his wounds. His hand was oddly soft, as if it hadn’t done a single day of work in its life but you chose not to comment on this.

Tooru winces, the potion stinging at first before a cooling sensation instantaneously spreads on his hand. He sighs at the feeling.

“Okay, other hand.” You instruct, letting go of his right hand. Tooru follows obediently.

He stares, not at his hand on top of yours, but at your face. At your concentrated expression and the way you bit your lip as you worked, something you must do when you were focused since he saw you do it often as you worked earlier. He may or may not have been watching you.

Then he realizes it. He doesn’t even know your name.

“I never asked, what’s your—”

“Oh my god! Pretty Boy look! It’s starting!” You jump up from your seat rushing to your pile of notes, looking for a blank piece of parchment. You pull one out and stare up at the sky, writing down your observations as you did so.

Tooru whips his head around and watches the bright lights whoosh through the night sky as it basks everything in a myriad of colors, mixes of purples, blues, and greens. His eyes are as wide as saucers, his lips forming an “o” shape as he stared at the sky in awe.

He’s never seen anything as beautiful as this before in his entire life.

He turns to you, ready to jabber excitedly, only to find you frozen in place, quill and parchment forgotten on your lap as you marvel at the sight before you. Tooru decides to stay silent, not wanting to ruin the moment.

He can’t help but sneak glances towards you every now and then as the meteors flew by. He could admit, you were actually pretty when you weren’t getting annoyed at him. Okay, fine, you were actually beautiful. Especially with the way the flurry of lights shining over you, the meteors reflected on your eyes, making it seem like they were glowing in the dark.

“I have to admit something,” Tooru says when the last meteor flew past the two of you. “I lied earlier.”

“About what?”

“Well, I told you that I couldn’t go back to the square because I’d get lost,” Tooru explains, grinning slightly. “That was just an excuse, I really just wanted to stay because you seemed interesting.”

You flushed but you hoped it wasn’t obvious in the dark. You smacked him on the arm once more out of reflex. “That’s so creepy.”

A comfortable silence falls between you two as you stare at the sky, unaware that Tooru’s remained fixed towards you.

“Hey, I just realized that I don’t know your name—”

“SHITTYKAWA!”

You and Tooru jump like frightened cats at the booming voice. Thunderous stomps approach you two and before the both of you know it, Tooru was lifted onto his feet by the collar, being dragged away back to the streets by a man around your age who was yelling angrily the entire time.

You couldn’t catch everything he was saying though you caught a few phrases such as “—YOU’RE SUCH AN IDIOT—” and “—I’VE BEEN SCOURING THE STREETS FOR HOURS—”

Tooru struggled against Iwa’s grip but he wasn’t strong enough to rival his strength, he still tried though as he pleaded with Iwaizumi to let him go for a moment but it was all for naught.

When Iwa finally caved in to his best friend’s whining and pleading and let him go, he ran back up the street to the flower field to find the spot where you once were empty. The pile of books and papers, the telescope so carefully set up, and most importantly, you, had vanished in a matter of seconds.

Tooru furrowed his eyebrows together, staring at the empty field in dismay before Iwa ran back up to him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away.

“We have to go.”

“But—”

“No, Oikawa, we have to go now.”

“But I never got her name.”

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years

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AUTHOR REVEAL of the JATP ROUND 3: CANONVERSE FICS!

The Tropes:

Secret Places

Neighbors

First Kiss

Time Jump

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Just say you won't let go (Rated G) [Julie/Luke] by @fanfics-she-wrote

Summary: Hey, Julie

You're the heart and soul 'round here, it's plain to see

in which Julie has a second chance with her boys, and then another

we will fight to shine together (bright forever) (Rated G) [Bright Lighting Guy/Rob from the Orpheum] by @screamin-amuseum

Summary: “Hey,” Chris says, walking up to the boy. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he puts the dandelions down and stands up. “Hi. I’m trying to make a flower crown, but I don’t remember how.”

“Cool. I’m Chris, I live--” he points to his house. “Over there.”

The boy gives him a lopsided smile. “I’m Rob. I’m staying with my grandparents for the summer.”

or: the rob/bright lighting guy fic literally nobody asked for but i wrote anyways. enjoy gays, bring ur tissues

what happened when (Rated G) [Alex/Luke] by @janaikam

Summary: Before Julie and the Phantoms, before the guys became ghosts, before Sunset Curve -- they were Luke and Alex. Not 5 feet apart cause they're totally gay.

who cares if one more light goes out? (in a sky of a million stars) (Rated T) [Ray/Rose] by @tonightthestarsalign

Summary: Rose moves in across the street when he’s eight and she is seven. Their parents push for them to play together, because that’s what parents do. They’re not wrong about it though. The two of them get on like a house on fire and some of his happiest memories from his childhood are just him and Rose, sitting in the large oak tree behind their houses. Hidden up in the branches, between the millions of dark green leaves, they played together.

or: The first and the last time Ray ever kissed Rose.

we can forget the world (just you and me) (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @sunsetcurbed

Summary: “This was the first place I ever came out to someone,” Alex says, spinning around and taking in the tree house.

together we can take on the world (Rated G) [Alex/Reggie] by @comeonpeters

Summary: Alex Mercer meets Reggie Peters on October 8, 1983, which means that two days have passed since Reggie's sixth birthday, because Reggie is a Libra according to the magazines that his mom reads when she gets Reggie to paint her toenails. He’s also just moved to Los Angeles, California from his hometown of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, a small town in the mountains, and he’s told Alex Mercer about all of this in the three minutes that they’ve known each other, and he might be the loudest, most obnoxious boy that Alex has ever met, and he absolutely has to be Alex’s new best friend.

The Peters family moves in down the street from the Mercers in 1983, and so begins the rest of their lives.

Long Live (Can I start another life with you?) (Rated T) [Julie/Luke] by @smolfangirl

Summary: It’s all too much for one day: first a muffin, then more heartbeats. Julie just needs some time to think. If Luke runs after her to sit by her side so she doesn’t lose it, she won’t complain.

Except afterwards, he starts acting weird. Very weird. And months later, she’s tired of letting him keep his distance.

She can’t do this. Not right now. Not today.

She jumps back on her feet.

The excited grin falls from Luke’s face. She doesn’t try to catch it.

“I – I think this is too much. I need some time. Alone. Sorry.”

Then she runs. She runs past the calloused fingers reaching out to her. Past Reggie and the door, past carved pumpkins on porches and Cornelia Street.

She just runs.

Roses (Rated G) [Emily & Luke, Alex/Luke] by @americanhoney913

Summary: It becomes a sacred place she shares with her son. Mitch is usually off at work from dawn until six o’clock, but Emily’s working from home for now. She works as a florist’s shop right outside the neighborhood. So she brings home seeds and little flowers and other cuts from the store; she and Luke will spend hours out in the dirt, planting seeds and making mud pies and Luke will babble about whatever happened in daycare and make up stories about the different flowers.

Somewhere Only We Know (Rated T) [Nick/Carrie] by hufflebibin

Summary: Nick Danforth-Evans met Julie Molina when he was six years old. He had no idea how much an impact that afternoon would have on his life.

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A journey through Nick Danforth-Evan’s life as experienced in the safety of his backyard hide away.

The Itty Bitty Details (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @williexmercer & @futurearchaeologyprof

Summary: “Did I forget to mention William, I also get your soul,”

Willie could feel a stinging feeling and a purple stamp appeared on his hand. When the stamp appeared he could no longer remember who Alex was. The name meant nothing to Willie now.

Or 5 times Willie knew Alex and one where Alex knew Willie

you’re the only one who makes me (my wildflower) (Rated T) [Bobby/Reggie] by @willexxmercer

Summary: The tree was Reggie’s safe space, and Bobby was his safe person. He could escape all his troubles there, except for one nagging thought - did he have feelings for his best friend?

Dying complicated things.

because i’ve known you so long, i know every cadence and what they mean (Rated G) [Alex & Julie, Julie/Luke] by @tmp-jatp

Summary: Alex and Julie have always lived right next to each other. Through highs and lows, they grow up together. Also, 5 times Luke kisses Julie and it doesn’t count plus 1 time Julie kisses Luke and it does count.

Alternatively, the Juke 5+1 fic from Alex’s POV. Strap in, folks.

Someday (I’ll See You Again) (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @kybee1497

Summary: They’re wrong. Alex, you are not a failure. You’re incredible. You’re smart. You’re funny, and the best friend I could ask for. You’re a wicked talented drummer and you have a beautiful voice. And more important than all of that, is that you’re you, Alex. And the you you are is wonderful, and lovable and perfect. If your parents can’t see that, that’s their own fault. But I swear, Alex. If you’re afraid of them, I need you to tell me. You have to be safe.” Willie’s voice had gone desperate by the end. Alex deserved to know how freaking amazing he was and the fact that his parents didn’t bother to tell him, and actively worked to tear him down instead, was infuriating.

But Willie also worried about him. He’d worried about Alex since the first time he heard Mr. Mercer shouting through the window, a worry that never really went away. Not with the way Alex automatically straightened up when his parents were mentioned, as if he could hear his dad lecturing him about appearances from miles away. Not with the way Alex looked when he was with them, perfectly pieced together and falling apart at the seams, eyes distant and shoulders tense. Willie was pretty sure he had worrying about Alex etched in his bones by this point.

The Energy Never Dies (Rated T) [Gen Fic] by @americanhoney913

Summary: Well, I ain't always right, but I've never been wrong

Seldom turns out the way it does in a song

Once in a while, you get shown the light

In the strangest of places if you look at it right

--- Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead

Four moments across time in the loft of the Molina's garage.

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We hope you enjoy these fics from our fabulous Fantoms! Make sure to leave kudos and comments to show them some love! And don’t forget, if you missed the initial writing deadline you can still submit your fics to our Non-Anon Collection at any time! Thank you all so much for participating this round! Now that winners and authors have been revealed feel free to post about your fics, create artwork for it, if you like, and don’t forget to tag us!

We hope you all will join us for the FINAL Round of the TROPED: JATP Event!!!! The prompt drops at Midnight tonight!

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comradelup · 3 years

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@taz-channukah-event / dec 17th: author’s choice!

“Yeah… no, I get it… I’ll tell them, we’ll be fine,” Taako says into the phone, peering out the curtain. The snow falls in big fat flakes, and there’s billions of them. He can barely see the end of the driveway.

He walks away from the window and starts pacing back and forth, very much aware of the three pairs of eyes on him.

“We should just be a tiny bit late, it isn’t that bad,” Lup says over the phone.

“They can’t hear you, Lu.”

“…Yeah, we won’t make it.”

Taako sighs heavily, a hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Okay. That’s fine.”

“It’s not! We wanna spend Channukah with our babies!” Lup whines, sounding very much like a baby herself.

“Well, first off, your youngest is five, hardly babies,” Taako says, sending a grin the kids’ way as he says it. Gordie, the five year old in question, giggles. “Second, it’s just one night, they’ll be fine.”

“…I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am!” Taako says jovially, placing a hand on his hip and winking at the kids. “Uncle Taako’s always right!”

“Yeah!” the kids cheer, and he can tell Lup heard it, because she laughs wetly.

“It’s settled then!” Taako announces, adopting a goofy gesture as he addresses his sister. “You and Daddy hide at Grandma Marlena’s house, while Uncle Taako and his anklebiter army fights off the snowstorm monster!”

Gordie and Izzy giggle at that; Jo is the oldest and least entertained by this but they still smile at the silliness, which makes Taako feel a little less bad about how ridiculous he must look right now. He’s learned that uncle-hood means a lot of sacrificing your dignity for kids.

Izzy says, “Can we say bye to Mommy?”

“Duh!” Taako says, and he puts the phone on speaker to let the kids yell at Lup.

He lets them trade goodbyes and “Happy Channukah”s and everything else that parents and kids talk about. Once the call’s over, he pockets his phone and claps his hands together.

“So! We’re home alone with free reign of the place.” He leans down to grin conspiratorially at them. “What do we do first?”

“Let’s make latkes!” Gordie exclaims.

“I wanna play dreidel,” Izzy says.

“And what about you, fireball?” Taako asks Jo.

“I, uh… I gotta go to the bathroom,” Jo says quickly, standing up and darting away.

That’s… probably something to look into later. But for now Taako lets them go, yelling after them, “Make sure to wash your hands, dirty bird!”

The other two giggle, as intended. Taako crouches before them and says to Gordie, “But I guess I should be telling you that, huh pipsqueak?”

Izzy laughs at him. “Yeah, babies need their diaper changed.”

“I’m not a baby! I’m five,” Gordie says, holding up his hand for emphasis.

“Oh yeah? Well I’m seven,” Izzy says, holding up seven whole fingers while blowing a raspberry.

“And I’m four hundred and twenty-three,” Taako says, “Count that on your fingers.”

Izzy stares at her hands, trying to find a way to do that, but Taako scoops up Gordie into his arms before they get too into math, yuck.

“I’m up for latkes! Who said latkes?” he asks, spinning Gordie in a big circle to elicit a laugh from him.

“I did!” Gordie cheers.

“Then let’s go, latke boy!” Taako says, making an airplane noise as he flies Gordie into the kitchen, Izzy trailing after and saying something about getting a turn.

(Of course, she gets one. The duties of an uncle includes nearly tossing a tiefling girl into the air and not impaling yourself on the way down. At least she’s not the one who bursts into flame when too excited.)

They’re almost done with their first batch of pancakes when Jo leaves the bathroom. They sit down at the kitchen island looking rather gloomy. That’s not gonna fly, not in Taako’s (sister’s) kitchen.

“Hey, you’re ten, not sixteen, no emo angst,” Taako tells them, pointing a spatula at their face.

“I’m not emo,” they reply, sounding… empty.

Taako might not be as good an uncle as he thought; his kids shouldn’t be sounding like that.

“Gordie, Izzy,” Taako says, turning to his little sous-chefs. He tasked Izzy with (carefully) grating potatoes for their second batch and Gordie with cracking an egg into a bowl and (gently) beating it. But they both stop what they’re doing and turn to him.

He plasters on a mischievous smile and says, “Go into the guest room and get the dreidels from my bag on the bed. I brought all of my collection, so pick your favorites.”

The two practically get stars in their eyes and run off to go retrieve the tops. Taako turns back to his pan.

“Spit it out, what’s up with you?” He doesn’t phrase it as a question.

“…I don’t wanna talk about it,” Jo says.

“Is it ‘cause your parents aren’t here?” Taako asks, and his voice gets softer. He glances over in time to see Jo nod silently.

He sighs. At this age, Jo won’t be distracted from stuff with games and food, they actually think broadly. Fuck, Angus is their age and look at all the thinking he does! …Point is, Taako should’ve expected this.

“Listen,” he says, unable to have a formal heart to heart due to having to keep an eye on the food. “I know it sucks, I want ‘em here too. You think I’m happy spending a Channukah night without my twin sister? No way.”

“Then why are you acting like this?” Jo asks, looking impatient. “Don’t just pretend they aren’t here!”

“I’m not pretending, I’m distracting. Look, your siblings would whine and cry if I acted like you are right now. Do you want them to cry?”

“…No.”

“No, ‘cause I don’t wanna deal with the headache that’d give me,” Taako jokes, but Jo doesn’t smile. Taako sighs, moves the pan off the heat, and leans on the island across from them.

“I get that you're sad and I’m not telling you to not miss them, I get it. But we’ll see them tomorrow, and we can all spend the last night together.”

“But… I just miss them,” Jo says, and they’re pouting a little.

“I know kid, me too,” Taako says, “But! That’s the point of me being all upbeat and shit— don’t say that word.”

“I won’t.”

“Good. See, your parents would be mad or sad or whatever if they think you didn’t have any fun. All they want is for you to enjoy the holiday. Like, they’re probably having tons of fun at your grandma’s.”

(Lup and Barry are probably cuddled up on a loveseat and telling stories of the kids to Marlena; fun for them, but Taako would’ve fallen asleep five minutes in.)

Jo still doesn’t look totally convinced. Time to break out the big guns.

Taako leans in as close as he can while his feet are still touching the ground. “You wanna know the secrets to cheating at dreidel?”

Jo looks up at him. “You can cheat?”

“Oh yeah,” Taako says with a smirk. “She doesn’t do it with you kids, but your mom is the queen at cheating at that game. She would walk away from the table with her arms full of gelt.”

Jo looks delighted. Lup never lets her chaotic side show in front of the kids, so Taako’s stories about it are guaranteed to be attention grabbers.

“I can show you how she does it, if you want.”

“Yes,” Jo says, leaning in with their hands on the table. They may be adopted, but that wicked grin on their face just screams Lup.

“But you gotta promise that it doesn’t leave this kitchen, got it?” Taako asks. They can’t have the other two learning about it and they especially can’t have their parents learning he taught them.

“Promise.”

Taako smirks and stands back up to go back to his cooking. “Good.”

Soon they were all gathered around the dining room table with bellies full of latkes and trading gelt back and forth. Taako winks over every cheated spin, and Jo is laughing.

That’s the reaction uncles should be getting. Much better.

#taz #taz balance #taz fic #taz channukah #tazchannukah #txt #writing #balance #taako #gordie #izzy #jo #i guess i have tags for my ocs now. fun!#Please Talk To Me About My OCs Because I Love Them #happy hanukkah!!! feat. that Good uncle content #also Please Please Please lemme know if anything is inaccurate and i’ll fix it #taako may be a bit of a jerk to ango but he fully adores these kids

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cheri-translates · 4 years

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[CN] Kiro’s R&S - Youthhood (Eng Translation)

🍒This R&S (少年时代) was part of the Dream Heart Lake event which will unlikely come to EN🍒

Cancelled Kiro’s R&S:

> top experimental subject (by another user)

> stunning young idol

> youthhood ♡

> heaven’s home for children (by another user)

[ Chapter 1]

Kiro sits on the highest flight of steps of TKTS. With the scorching sun directly overhead, he’s queuing to purchase discounted tickets to “Wicked” with Pei En.

TKTS, which sells discounted tickets, is located in the bustling Times Square in New York, USA. Behind it is the NASDAQ screen, and on both sides are shops selling Disney products and all sorts of fast fashion brands. The buildings in front and in the surroundings have gigantic, neat and pretty advertisements.

Among them, a gigantic “The Avengers” poster above the subway is the most attention grabbing.

This is a representation of the era. It’s a symbol of the 20th century, and is also similar to the cyberpunk world of “Blade Runner”.

“I’ve got the tickets!”

Pei En waves the two tickets to “Wicked” in his hand. Pei En is the guitarist in his band. Kiro’s agency formed a band for him, and most of the band members are French locals. Only Pei En is of mixed blood like Kiro - a child from a Jew and an Asian.

“If the performance had gone smoothly, we would have reached earlier!”

They have a final performance in New York as part of their tour, and would have to leave after, rushing to Los Angeles, California.

“This time, I’m going to hide the donuts in an even more secret location so the person who inspects the tickets wouldn’t discover them!”

While Kiro says this, he finishes the donut in his hand.

Donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts are very sticky. Only Kiro can treat such things as delicacies.

His ringtone sounds. With a glance at the number on the screen, he hangs up immediately. Pei En is very curious to know who the caller is. He has expressed curiosity regarding everything involving Kiro, and Kiro knows why.

“Is it that fellow Lawrence again?” Pei En asks. Lawrence is the agent of their band.

“Nope, but it’s definitely a harassment call.”

“It should be.”

Pei En seems to be a carbon copy of Kiro. Aside from his hair not being golden coloured, he is extremely similar to Kiro in terms of bubbliness and openness, and how simple-minded he is.

[ Chapter 2 ]

After purchasing the tickets, both of them return to the agency. Lawrence is at the side, looking through the program booklet for their performance tonight. Lawrence is overwhelmingly ambitious. He won’t give up until he bags a Grammy Award for the band.

“Did you know? Another group of strange people came to look for you again.”

The moment Lawrence sees Kiro, he pulls the latter to a corner. Pei En curiously watches on.

“What kind of people did you provoke? They look like they shouldn’t be trifled with.”

Kiro shakes his head. “What do you mean by ‘they’? Fans?”

When Lawrence sees the innocent and harmless expression on Kiro’s face again, he knows that his questions wouldn’t get him anywhere. Kiro always manages to find ways to conceal himself.

“How’s the preparation for the concert? You’re the lead singer, and all the girls are flocking here for you!”

“I’ll definitely perform even better than usual!”

Kiro looks to be full of zest and in high spirits. He genuinely loves being on stage, and loves how he radiates brilliance. Who doesn’t like seeing fans go into a frenzy over them and be captivated by them? It enables Kiro to fully feel that he is still living on this earth. And that on this earth, there are still so many people who like him...

“I’m guessing you went to buy a souvenir again today.”

Lawrence comes to such a conclusion after glancing at Kiro’s bag. Kiro has a hobby - to buy some souvenirs wherever he goes, whenever convenient.

From Paris to Munich, Zurich to Stockholm, Vancouver to Montreal - wherever he goes on tour, he would buy local fridge magnets and postcards, and he would always buy two sets.

He wants to collect these things, so if a day comes when he can meet her again, he would show them to her, and say:

“Look! This world is so beautiful, and you no longer have to be afraid.”

But till now, he has yet to find her. He remembers her eyes. One day, he will find her in a vast sea of people.

“Did you know that the agency from China has sent someone to negotiate with us? They want you to sign on with them, and the amount they’re giving you is basically--”

Lawrence’s tone is exaggerated. “How are people in China so wealthy!”

“What if I said that I wanted to go to China?”

“Hey, buddy, the band can’t do without you.”

“Haha, Pei En is much more outstanding than I am.”

At this point, Pei En is still watching them. Kiro understands him too well. He’s much too curious. Also, he’s only curious about Kiro, which could very quickly expose Kiro’s hidden identity.

Did that group of people actually send Pei En to monitor him...

He kind of underestimates Pei En though.

“But that fellow is always so absent-minded. God knows what he’s thinking about.”

[ Chapter Three ]

Americans enjoy overstating things. At one moment, they go “only God knows...”, and at another moment, they go “for the sake of God...”. Some people can’t stand it, but Kiro finds it very interesting.

Very quickly, Kiro begins rehearsing with the band. His style of singing changes a lot. When they were in Europe, they mostly played rock music. When they reached America, they started playing country or jazz music.

Kiro likes the southern accent of the keyboardist from California. But Lawrence prohibits it. “The southern accent is the most crude and coarse form of English! Why can’t you learn the way the British speak?”

Lawrence has always favoured people who can speak eloquent British English - to him, only such people are refined and elegant. But Kiro grew up in France. When he first started learning English, he tended to pronounce “ch” as “sh”. Actually, French is genuinely elegant and pleasant to listen to. And English tinged with a slight French accent can make one absorbed in it.

The concert ended smoothly.

The fans are cheering in a frenzy outside, wanting them to perform one more song. But the agent has already told them to leave.

Pei En and Kiro take a car and rush to the theatre to watch “Wicked”. This is the final Broadway show they want to watch, and it was a shame that Kiro didn't get to watch the well-known Hamilton.

At the entrance, that group of fellows stopped him again.

The person standing at the forefront is a Caucasian woman. She walks up to Kiro elegantly and greets him, signalling for the person next to her to bring Pei En away.

“I’ve already given you a response through e-mail, and I hope you won’t disturb me again.”

The Caucasian woman proceeds as usual, showing him an FBI ID.

Kiro grumbles in his heart.

“I swear I won’t disclose the contents of ‘The Avengers’. Even though I’ve already watched it on my laptop, I’ll definitely watch it again in the cinema!”

The Caucasian woman laughs.

“Mr Kiro, you’re very humorous. Even though we know that apart from Disney, you’ve also hacked into Universal Studios and Paramount Pictures, we’re not here to talk about this.”

She continues: “KEY - that’s you, isn’t it?”

[ Chapter 4 ]

Kiro doesn’t respond, his eyes widening as he glances around.

“In order to track down your IP address, we had to destroy four computers.”

“Are you looking for me to make compensation for the computers?”

“Mr Kiro. Ten years ago, you expended no effort to hack into our computers, and left behind a string of mysterious characters.”

The Caucasian woman smiles at him amiably. Kiro’s expression grows serious. Ten years ago, that KEY who hacked into their organisation wasn’t him...

“Ten years later, you’re back again. I think you're trying to provoke us.”

“I don’t have such an intention.”

“Whether or not you do, we can’t let you continue this way. Mr Kiro, this is a serious issue. We are now sending you a sincere invitation, and we hope to work together to do more noble things.”

Kiro is silent. He had previously found a clue leading to his own master. Finding out that he had entered the American FBI website and left behind a series of symbols - he thinks this is message to him from his master. As such, he entered it as well, and found that series of symbols, but until now hasn’t been able to decipher it.

It’s a series of very strange symbols, reminiscent of a new language formed using Latin and Roman symbols. He managed to decipher it a little, and it appears that the series of symbols seem to be pointing him to a location.

And the FBI had found him quickly, sending him an e-mail. It was a solemn reminder that if he was unwilling to be enlisted by them, he would lose his rights to use a computer forever.

“You’ve stated these things clearly in the e-mail, and I’ve already replied.”

“I don't think you have considered the severity of this matter. Mr Kiro, we can detain you.”

"In that case, I’ll just sing in jail then!”

Seeing the displeased look on the Caucasian woman’s face, Kiro continues smiling simple-mindedly.

“I hope you wouldn’t regret this in the future.” The Caucasian woman leaves a final statement that is often found in a script for a classic villain. She leaves with the large group of people.

Pei En walks over frantically, and Kiro walks towards him as well.

“Tell them that I’ve met with some trouble, and will need to leave America immediately.”

Pei En pretends to be puzzled.

“You understand the meaning in my words, don’t you?”

For the first time, Kiro looks at him seriously. During serious moments, he doesn’t smile.

“Where do you plan to go? We can send you to Russia.”

Pei En is no longer smiling. His expression changes, along with his entire aura.

As expected, Pei En is much too similar to him. If Kiro were to leave the band, Pei En could take over his position as the lead singer, and that group of people had considered this fact too.

[ Chapter 5 ]

The face of the little girl surfaces in Kiro’s mind again.

The girl is lying with him, and is all smiles as she looks at him.

“Don’t be afraid. When I’m out, I’ll buy you donuts, okay?”

The girl draws the shape of a donut in the air.

Back then, Kiro didn’t speak. He just stared at the ceiling in a dazed state.

“Don’t worry that I won’t have enough money. My dad will give it to me.”

Kiro remains wordless, quietly listening to the little girl speak.

The little girl struggles to pull on his hand.

Their fingers lace together, the warmth from her palm gradually coursing into Kiro’s heart.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”

Kiro turns to look at her - to look at her determined brown eyes, to look at how the corners of her lips angle upwards. Kiro slowly learns how to curl the corners of his lips from her. It’s the first smile to appear on his face.

Suddenly, the door is flung open. A group of people wearing doctor’s coats enter and drag him away. The little girl watches him in a daze, and he stares back at her. They agreed to go out to have donuts - can they still eat them?

“I want to return to China.”

Pei En shakes his head, alarm in his eyes. “Why? There’s so much freedom here, and I’m the only one who monitors you. And I’m inclined to trust you more now. You won’t betray us.”

“No... I still want to go back.”

Not just for the little girl. The symbols left behind by his master seem to point to a certain location in China... Where exactly is it? And why did he leave the symbols with the FBI? Could it be the place he’s hiding at right now?

No matter what, he wants to solve this riddle.

“All right. I’ll handle it for you as soon as I can. I think you’d have to use a false identity this time.”

“As long as everything goes smoothly, it’s fine.”

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing they can’t do.”

He wants to wait till he returns to China before telling Lawrence about what happened. Lawrence will definitely be extremely frantic. After all, he’s been following Kiro ever since he debuted in France.

And Pei En will definitely be happy. He can finally take over Kiro and become the favourite member of the group, and obtain love from the fans.

Kiro is someone who doesn’t lack love. But he always subconsciously wishes that he could obtain even more love. More and more...

[ Chapter 6 ]

Before Kiro retuned, Pei En gave him materials pertaining to the agency in China.

“Your agent is called Savin. He doesn’t seem as eager for instant success and quick profits as Lawrence. Mr Savin is a very amiable person, and you should be very happy interacting with him.”

“Is he one of your people?”

“I don’t know.”

“You really don’t know?”

Pei En shakes his head. “I rank too low, so I don’t have the right to ask. I’m just an elementary spy.”

Kiro nods, taking his luggage and preparing to leave. He’ll set things straight eventually.

“Kiro, I don’t think you’re transparent. They say that what’s in your heart is easy to guess, which is why they put me by your side. But I think they have underestimated you.”

Kiro looks at Pei En’s troubled eyes, then showcases his signature sunny smile.

“How can that be? Do you want a postcard? When I get to China, I’ll mail you one. I also want to mail them to Lawrence and the members from the band. Treat it as an apology.”

Like Kiro, Pei En showcases a sunny smile. “In that case, we’ll wait for your news. You’ll definitely be at the height of popularity in China.”

“Let’s work hard together.”

“Yes!”

After parting with Pei En, who has been with together with him from morning to night for so long, Kiro lifts his luggage and embarks on an unknown journey.

As what Pei En said, he isn’t transparent. His brilliant smile conceals something underneath, just as the brilliant sun shrouds darkness underneath.

Hidden in the depths of his secrets are things even darkness doesn’t know of. If darkness had a mind of its own, it might think it doesn’t fit with this pure and simple youth.

Just as how everyone think he’s a simple, innocent Kiro, the sunlight casted on him can pierce through him completely, the rays of light refracting onto the floor.

Actually, since a very long time ago, he was no longer a youth...

But, for her sake, he's willing to become a youth again.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you.”

He once again recalls what the girl said to him.

“This time, I’ll be the one protecting you.” Kiro says excitedly. He stands outside the JFK Airport, his eyes staring directly at the sun.

“I’ll find you, and protect you. I even have a mountain of souvenirs stored in my luggage. I’ll give them all to you. And my purest heart - I’ll give it to you too!”

Other cancelled R&S: here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc kiro #cncancelled #my emotions went on a field trip while translating this

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you can't wake up, this is not a dream

(au part 1/3)

characters: Stiles Stilinski, Kira Yukimura, Theo Raeken (he appears on the next part)

word count: 2k+

warning/s: see tags (who even reads tags? but this is a mess, to summarize)

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It is on a night of a snowstorm when Stiles's life turns upside down.

They have just been voted out of Beacon Kingdom after days of utter chaos following Stiles's coming-of-age, revealing his power in a ceremony performed in front of the entire Kingdom. It is supposed to be an evening of festivity, for, after three hundred years, Queen Noshiko finally has a successor - another powerful fox to keep all the Kingdom in its glory. But out of thirteen possible spirits to manifest in him, Stiles has to be the poisoned one. Great, yes, that's a given, but terrible all the same, the most terrible.

An uproar instead of fireworks break the solemnity of the ritual. Stiles and his younger sister are immediately escorted to their chambers, the best of their soldiers stationed inside and outside to protect them, in likely chance that the spiraling panic gives way to violence.

Five days of being exiled into their chambers while the Queen tries to quell the havoc, the siblings receive news of a decision unanimously voted by the council. The Queen has lost the throne, and she, along with her children, is banished from the Kingdom. They are to live with the Druids in the village on the outskirt of the Kingdom. It can be worse; the Druids are not the friendliest, but they are far from ruthless.

But the lightness of the sentence is not an excuse. Stiles's family has not sinned, yet they suffer punishment for something that is beyond their control. If he must go, Stiles will do so. His mother, who has waited centuries to have children as she devoted herself wholly to her duty and vow to the Kingdom and lost her King before his time, doesn't deserve this. His little sister, twelve-year-old sweet, mischievous Kira, doesn't warrant this injustice. It is him that they want out of the Kingdom, then it must only be him that leaves.

He tells his mother so when she comes to his room, the handmaids preparing his belongings, stripping his room of its eighteen years of memories of him.

But she only smiles, holding the side of his face in her soft palm. Underneath her skin, he can smell the power flowing in her veins, rich like blood. Now that he wields his own, he senses hers - he senses all. He knows exactly how old she is, sees the wisdom in her eyes, in her small smile. She is calm despite the storm. The council has dethroned her from the seat that nobody else has touched before. And yet, she does not look defeated at all.

"They have and will live but for a moment, dear," his mother tells him. "We are forever."

His mother leans to kiss his forehead, and Stiles is still furious, but that is the end of their discussion. She sends him to collect his sister, who is curled in on herself on her bed, in anguish.

"Why do they wish to get rid of us?" Kira sniffles when she senses her brother's presence. The mattress dips under Stiles's weight when he moves to sit on the edge, looking down on his sister. Kira hugs herself inside her traveling cloak, one similar to Stiles's. The rich color, the expensive fabric, the gemstone embellishments - no one will mistake them for anything other than royalty.

They may be in gold, but they're still about to be outcasts.

Kira wipes her eyes, sitting up to face her brother. She has never looked so small before. Kira is only twelve, Stiles eighteen, but Kira has always been as brilliant as her brother. She has never stood in the shadow of anyone, not even their mother. It is foreseeable even now in her devastated state that Kira, as was Stiles before his power manifested, is destined for a great future. She emanates strength deep inside, clouded only by confusion and hurt of the sudden turn of events.

Guilt spears him in the heart, overwhelmed once more with bitter thoughts. Kira doesn't have to bear the consequences. She can be the heir instead of Stiles. Kira will make a better Queen than Stiles will ever be as a King, he knows. Under her reign, the Kingdom will flourish for centuries, the Tree of Plenty protected and nourished for the next generations to come.

Kira peers up to Stiles through long and moist lashes. Stiles smiles, albeit taut, as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind one ear. Kira speaks again, voice low, like revealing a secret. "Is it because you're a nogitsune, brother? What they call the cursed fox?"

Stiles recoils his hand back as if electrified by her question. It is only appropriate, he thinks. Stiles has always thought she will be a thunder kitsune, striking them all down where they stand when she comes of age. It is all the more reason that she has to stay. The people only want the odd one out. So cast him out, the bane of their existence, he thinks as his stomach churns in resentment. Anger prickles on the surface of his skin, warm and then burning, and Stiles turns away to hide his face from Kira. He knows his eyes are glowing, but not anymore with fiery orange. They're bright and black as befitting a demon.

She crawls the small distance between them, pressing herself behind Stiles, lacing her arms around him. She lays her head on his clothed back, rubbing her cheeks back and forth to soothe her brother.

It is working. Stiles can feel his heart evening out, anger fading back underneath.

After a moment, Stiles holds on to the arms around his midriff. He leans back on Kira as her voice cuts through the silence that has befallen around them. "It's not your fault, brother," she tells him, tightening her grip even as her tears soak the fabric of his cloak. "People fear the power that they don't understand."

They stay wrapped in their warm embrace for a while until a knock comes, announcing the presence of a guard. It is time.

•••

It is a civil affair, but one laden with tension. Stiles and Kira are escorted out of the castle first and into an awaiting carriage. It is the same one that his mother rides when she visits around the Kingdom.

Kira has stopped crying, and she takes every step with dignity, chin up and eyes forward, her cloak dragging behind her as she goes. Stiles does the same, trying to ignore the harsh whispers of the few people present for their send-away procession, their mad gazes piercing him to ribbons if they could. Some have spat as he descends the snowy stairs with a crunch, cursing audibly. He is not welcome anymore. Just a week ago, the people honored him as their prince and heir to the throne, their future King. Now, they think him no less than a vermin.

Stiles feels wretched for what fear drives people to do.

When they are inside the warmth and safety of the carriage, Kira exhales a shaky breath, one she seems to be holding for a while. She sags into the seat, blending in with the shadows. Stiles reaches for her hand, lacing their gloved fingers together. Kira doesn't move from her position, but she squeezes their hands to let him know that she is still holding on.

Their mother comes last, escorted by so many unnecessary guards in her sides in front and behind her. Talia is with her, one from the Hale clan and their mother's second. She is a promising young woman, no more than twenty-five years, and a strong werewolf. She will temporarily sit at the throne until the council decides on the Queen's replacement. Whoever gets chosen is now responsible for expanding their lineage and producing heirs. They can't delay for centuries like Stiles's mother had done. They do not live as long as Kitsunes can.

"They have and will live but for a moment, dear," his mother tells him. "We are forever."

He peers a little from behind the carriage glass and finds his mother, dressed in much lighter, casual garments, talking to Talia. Stiles hears their muffled voices from where he sits, like listening through water, so he strains his ears, summoning the water away. Suddenly, with a small popping sound, the familiar voices become vivid in his senses.

"-safe, Noshiko," Talia is saying. It takes a long second before she adds, "I regret that this has to happen."

"I do, too," her mother replies.

"I wish you would reconsider," Talia pleads. "The council will still accept you if you only agree to their terms."

"I will not," his mother responds, not missing a beat.

Talia grunts, impatience bleeding in her tone, "You, of all, should know it makes sense. Three hundred years ago, you and the first council convened to defeat the nogitsune hurling unspeakable terror in this land, playing with power that sustains life to many. You built this Kingdom from rubbles with our ancestors and vowed to protect the Tree of Plenty from wicked hands so that we may all prosper," Talia pauses to suck in a breath. "Your son is a nogitsune, Noshiko."

"I am aware, Talia." Her mother continues to sound even. "And I am fulfilling my vow to the Tree of Plenty. Although my son has no ill intentions toward it, I am choosing to go with him, away from where you think he is a threat."

"That will not be enough for them!" she hisses in a whisper.

"The council swore to me that it is when I conceded the throne of Beacon," her mother sighs. "They should honor their word."

Before Talia can reply, the lieutenant guard breaks their conversation, declaring the need to hasten as the storm gets worse, the path darkening.

Stiles's mother speaks one last time, "Do I have your word, Talia?"

Stiles hears the barest of sniffles, and then a final bid of confidence, "You have it."

•••

It is quiet inside the carriage as they make their way toward the Village of Druids, where they will spend their eternity as exiles. Outside, the blizzard worsens.

Suddenly, their mother's voice breaks the somber atmosphere. "Stiles," she calls, loud in the small space.

Stiles whips his head up to answer the call. His skin prickles at the look in his mother's eyes; they're trembling. It is the first time that Stiles has seen her terrified. "Mother?"

Kira straightens from her seat, too, noticing the alarm.

"In a short distance, this carriage will stop." Their mother says, enunciating every word with clear, hard voice. "When it does, I want you to be ready to grab Kira and run to the forest as fast and as far as possible. Find Marin in the Druids Village. Talia will make sure that no one goes to search for you."

Stiles frowns in confusion, heartbeat steadily rising, "But the Village is, at least, a few more hours away."

His mother shakes her head, eyes softening in sorrow. "They do not intend to deliver us to the Druids at all."

Stiles understands it, then. This all pretense; a show to bring them away from the castle where they can executed. The council has, after all, decided to kill them. Once again, his skin burns from underneath, desperate to set free and rage. He locks his jaw, eyes flashing black. "Then we fight, Mother."

"I will fight," his mother nods, reaching to take his hands in hers. "But you will have to take Kira and run."

Stiles attempts to shake her hands off, but she holds on tight. Stiles snarls, "I will not run. They have betrayed us. Kira will fight, too." He turns to his sister beside him, seeking her support.

Kira is terrified, but from that, she draws her courage. Her eyes glow their orange, intense, ready to fire. She doesn't look like a child any longer when she nods.

"You don't understand," their mother says, transferring one of her hands to touch Kira's knee, too, demanding their attention again, to listen. "I am weakened. The council - Gerard - has taken my eight tails amidst the disorder on Stiles's ceremony, taking advantage of the opportunity to disarm me. He already planned to usurp me even before Stiles presented as a nogitsune. They have sent the most loyal of their men in this journey to make certain none of us comes back, and we cannot fight them all."

"So you want us to run and hide like cowards?" Stiles cries, incredulous. "While you hold them back?"

"I am your mother and Queen," their mother growls, voice rising and tone final, as the carriage skitters. Her eyes glow a scorching blue, a star in blazes, and both her children cower. "And you will do as I command."

•••

As his mother predicted, the carriage stops after another few miles. When the doors open, she is already wrapped in blue flames, consuming all the power her one tail can offer, as she pounces at the guards, sending fire after fire, setting almost half of them in flames in an instant.

The mania from the unexpected assault provides the leeway for Stiles to slip out. Blending into the darkness, with a crying Kira in tow, he escapes. Their mother combats the remaining others who have not burnt, while Stiles runs as fast as he can deep into the forest.

They are already at a safe distance but still partially visible. Stiles holds on to Kira as tight as possible, ignoring the twigs that smack him in the face as he races away, determined to accomplish a final command. Even in their range, however, he still hears when his mother falls at last, grunting in pain.

He desperately tries to ignore it, but he can't. His feet stop in their tracks, turning back just in time to see a sword descending onto his mother, slashing with a sickening crunch. Kira screams just as their mother drops with a thud on the snow.

Forever is until someone severs your head, apparently.

Kira's cry alerts the guards of their location, and Stiles has no time to mourn. But something snaps inside him, breaking and flooding out. He knows his eyes have lost their color again, his gut twisting, and inside his head he sees his hands closing around a faceless neck as his claws dig holes through skin.

A moment later, Stiles hears men choking in their own blood, gasping for air that isn't there.

He continues running then, letting Kira grieve for both of them this time, as Stiles must see through to the end as he promised.

~•~

title from: Gasoline by Halsey

#teen wolf #stira brotp #stiles stilinski #kira yukimura #noshiko yukimura #nogitsune stiles #void stiles #fics tag #stiles and kira are siblings #noshiko is stiles's mother #character death #the Tree of Plenty is just a magical tree (like a nemeton hey!)#i totally just made this up so it's a bit hurried #so this will have steo but in the next parts and their romantic involvement is not really explicitly stated #stiles is older than kira here in the start #but he will eventually slow in the aging and Kira will catch up with him #and then they both slow in the aging together #anyway idk what else to tag but that's about it I guess #oh noshiko's tails are the tw canon tails that are represented by objects except for the first tail that cannot be detached #idk if you're interested and have questions it's 50/50 that i have answers but well... 😆#ANYWAY #I'm out-

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