#Anyone who sees them: Oh what in the fresh fae monster hell is this-

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 269

Another Legend of Zelda Crossover with Ghosts are Dragons. Because it’s fun :>

Danny has decided to go on a vacation with his platonic-romantic-they-aren’t-sure-yet partners. To a different world! Where they can spend more time than just the summer before heading back to their world or the Realms for work. Self employed or no. 

Look, they spent their entire teenagehood protecting the city and world, they deserve a break! So they chose a random direction and a random world that didn’t feel too liminal and ecto-contaminated, and off they went!

And it’s great! The monster issue is easily enough taken care of too, even if it’s to Sam’s complaint. Interesting taste though… Oh well, they can complain and debate that later, because they don’t have to really worry about much. Well, much besides the weird corruption sort of rotting smell that seems to be getting stronger… 

Maybe that’s normal around here…?

@fairy-lights-and-blobs @radiance1 You both enjoy dragons so here <3

[mintchocolateleaves]

Vanishing Point (1/?)

Summary:  Humans can lie. Todoroki Shouto knows this. And yet, he can't help but feel there's no one more honest than Midoriya Izuku. Faerie!AU.

A/N: I’m really in a BNHA mood at the moment. And I was talking to some people about the possibility of a faerie au. This is the result - please enjoy!

He’s not supposed to enter the forest.

It’s one of the earliest things Shouto remembers being taught, far sooner than the lessons on seasonal court proceedings of his fellow fae. The forest bordering the Summer and Spring courts is forbidden, although he’s never been given a straight answer.

Not that he’s been lied to either. It’s impossible to lie in the land of Faerie, something that Shouto feels is more a shackle than a freedom. But rumours aren’t lies, and so because they’re simply speculation, it doesn’t matter if the words are true or not.

Some say that the forest is home for various imps, all of them ready to cause mischief to those who belong to the courts. Others say that there are vicious beasts ready to tear apart any faerie that steps foot inside. Perhaps Shouto’s favourite rumour, is the one that indicates that there’s a gate that leads to another world, the one where humans live.

Even if human beings are deceitful and capable of betraying the promises they make, Shouto doesn’t hate the idea of them. Maybe the thought of them brings unease, but the idea of a whole different world, something not run by dictators or vicious power hungry fae… it’s something that leaves him breathless.

So even though he’s not supposed to head into the forest, he does anyway. There’s always a short break between his morning classes, aimed at teaching him faerie politics, and his afternoon magic classes where he can get away.

It’s the only place that Shouto can escape to, and so it’s a welcome release whenever he can step foot past the first trees. Every time he enters, the faerie looks between the same two trees, their branches intertwined like steepled fingers, placed in such a way that they block his entrance.

Every time, Shouto leans down, whispers into the earth, to the roots that squirm beneath and begs for them to allow him entry. Most days, the branches curl inwards, like hands curling into fists, offering him a small pathway to rush down. Other days, they remain relentless, stubborn as they refuse him entrance.

On those days, Shouto’s certain he can hear the birds above laughing at him. He tries not to let any contempt show in his body movements, in the way he breathes – Tree’s may not be able to see, but their roots are finetuned to the slightest movements, trained to soak up the warmth in people’s actions and to push away the coldness.

Today, the trees are benevolent. They allow him in. He leaves behind two plum blossoms, one at the roots of each tree as a gift in exchange and makes his way inside, adjusting his bag over his shoulder to a more comfortable angle. One of the branches flick out at the last minute, patting him on the shoulder.

Trees always love gifts from the winter courts. It’s only in the absence of good things that you come to appreciate that which is truly beautiful. Or rather, that’s been Shouto’s experience so far.

“Thank you,” he whispers, as he steps past. Past the first few trees, there are more, vines spindling around tree trunks, climbing up towards the clouds. They never make it though, and Shouto is never sure whether it’s because their ambition is too much, or whether the trees know when to limit them.

He doesn’t like them, so instead of looking at them too much, he glances away, eyes searching for the thin, muddy path, rocks having been trudged into the dirt in an attempt at leading the way.

Leading to what… Shouto isn’t sure.

“How far can I risk going in today?” Shouto asks himself. Sometimes, he gets brave and follows the path for twenty minutes before freezing and turning back. Other days, he walks for five before deviating from the trial and wandering between trees, plotting the area into the parchment he brings along with him.

He decides to go further. His body is still aching from yesterday’s endurance training with his father, and he wants to escape more today than before. The further away he is from the suffocating warmth of the summer courts, the better.

It’s probably only his upbringing that keeps Shouto from running. It’s unbecoming in a fae of his class, and so Shouto trudges forwards, a slow gait as he glances around at the wildlife. Butterflies flitter around him, many resting on the bluebells that are littered around the trees in small colonies. Others land on fallen fruit, drinking in the nectar that resides inside.

There aren’t many birds today, and Shouto isn’t sure if that’s part of some omen, or just because it seems much more… quiet today. The trees are talking, but only in whispers, as if they’re worried about someone overhearing. The butterflies don’t seem very fussed, but they’ve always been ditzy, more social than is probably functional.

Shouto turns, searches for an explanation and finds nothing. The lack of… explanation… only leaves him more curious, determined to head further into the forest to see what’s changed.

And so, Shouto does. He surges on, keeps going forward.

He walks for nearly half an hour before he sees it. A moving swirl of green just out of the corner of his eye. Tensing, Shouto shifts his centre of gravity, bending at the knees and readying himself for some sort of contact.

He wonders if he’s going to have to pull inside himself for strings of magic, on the ties to nature that he’s been ‘blessed�� with due to his status within the seasonal courts. Just to be safe, he probably should.

He feels ice rush through his veins, and holds it there, waiting for the first signs of danger.

The swirl of green pops out from behind a bush, glances towards him and offers a small smile. Shouto raises an eyebrow, lets the magic return into his surroundings. It’s just another fae?

“Oh hey,” the stranger says, and his words, while spoken in the same language – it’s either that, or the forest is translating for him – sound different, with less of a poetic lilt to them. “I wasn’t expecting to find anyone else this far in the forest?”

Shouto takes a few steps forward, squinting his eyes. The language sounds strange, choppy, and while they’re the correct words, they don’t exactly sound… right coming from his mouth.

“We’re not…” Shouto glances at the grass, long strands hiding wildlife, bugs that would never speak to the fae. He says, “we’re not that far in?”

The boy tilts his head, frowns. He says, “it’s… I’ve been walking for ages now… this is… this is the furthest I’ve been in before?”

Shouto steps nearer, squinting his eyes. There’s something wrong with the boy he’s looking at, something completely wrong with the way he is. His ears, for one, are unlike any he’s ever seen before – rounded and altogether dysfunctional for hearing long distances.

“We seem to have come from opposite directions then,” Shouto sighs. Then: “which court are you from?”

The boy frowns. Shakes his head as he asks, “courts?”

“Your season.” Shouto tries again. Maybe there’s some sort of language different, which would explain the choppy pronunciation he seems to speak with. Except, Shouto’s pretty sure that the only fae that don’t speak the language of the courts, are those from the wild hunt – a group of Fae that travel around the lands and take no heed of the courts’ rules.

“My season…” the boy lifts his hand up now, rubs on his chin. He doesn’t seem sure of himself at all, muttering under his breath, words too quick in succession for Shouto to catch them. After a second, he says, “well, my surname has a character in it relating to freshness, so if I had to choose one, I’d say Spring?”

Shouto blinks.

Opens his mouth, closes it and blinks again.

“You’re not from around here are you…?”

The other boy raises an eyebrow. He says, “I was about to ask you the same. I’ve never seen you in here before, and I spend most of my time running from Kacchan in the forest.”

Shouto pauses. What exactly is a… Kacchan? A threat? If this person’s been running from it for an extended time, then surely, it’s some sort of monster, right? But how could he have no idea of such a thing existing within the land of faerie.

The boy gets closer now, as if he’s deemed him not to be a threat. Shouto can’t sense any magic in his blood, wonders whether he’s got some strange ability that would make him so certain of himself. His muscles stiffen.

“Wow,” the stranger says now, eyes widening. His jaw doesn’t drop, exactly, but it remains parted in a small ‘o’, as he leans forward to look at Shouto. Now he says, “your ears are so pointy, I feel like I could pierce myself with them. It’s almost as if you’re a fairy or something.”

Saying it as if he doesn’t know faeries exist. Shouto’s not sure there’s anyone alive that doesn’t know of their existence, at least, not in this world. So – does this mean the rumour of another world existing has some truth to it after all then?

“I am,” Shouto says. “A faerie. That’s where we are – in the land of Fae.”

The boy squints his eyes. He says, “no we’re not. We’re right by Hinohawa. And plus – as much as I believed when my mother told stories about them when I was younger, I know faeries don’t exist.”

It’s not every day that Shouto is faced with his very existence being denied. He bites into his lip, tries to think of some way to explain. And then, very briefly, he wonders why he’s deciding to try at all. Shouldn’t he be wondering what this means for the stranger opposite him?

If faeries don’t exist to him, then what the hell is he?

There’s only one explanation, right? He asks, “you’re a human, right?”

The boy squints, but ultimately, nods his head. He says, “of course I am. That’s what you are too, right?”

Shouto pauses. He asks, “can humans use magic?”

He receives another squint, and then. “No – Magic doesn’t exist, so we can’t exactly–”

“So, if I use magic,” Shouto continues, “then that’s a way to prove that I’m a faerie?”

He receives a shrug, and a muttered ‘well, I guess’. It’s an answer enough, and even though he’s aware that human’s lie, and he could be being lied to now, to get Shouto to reveal his power, he decides to risk it anyway. He takes a moment to think of how he wants to use his magic, and pulls inside his stomach, reaching for threads of nature that will aid him.

He uses the magic of the winter court, feels for the air and the moisture within it. There, he cools it down, watching as water molecules slowly freeze, frost drifting down onto the ground, melting against the cool earth before it can settle.

The boy, eyes wide, does not seem capable of believing it. Shouto wonders, briefly, whether shock will cause him to deny it.

“No way,” the other whispers, glancing at the frost that’s forming in the air. Green eyes spark with something Shouto doesn’t know how to read, an emotion so unlike that of any he’s seen before. “I guess that proves everything then. I’ll believe you then.”

No denial?

“You believe me? Just like that?”

He receives a nod. And then, “well, what’s there to question any further? I’ve just seen the evidence, denying it would just feel… wrong?”

Well, this is… surprising?

“Wait, so are courts and seasons the way faeries distinguish themselves?” He’s back to rubbing his skin, mumbling under his breath. “And magic, how does it differ between people. Do you all have the same control or is different among each variation of those courts. Are there those without magic…”

Finally, he seems to stop, looking up at Shouto with clear eyes.

“I can’t answer all of your questions,” Shouto says, “I need to head back soon.”

“Then just answer two,” the other says. Shouto nods his head, he can allow two at least, they’ll probably be the easiest to answer. “What should I call you?”

If he’s grown up with stories of faeries, then he probably knows that there’s a power in handing over a name. Shouto doesn’t want to use his forename, doesn’t want to pull the risk, especially to a human who can’t be trusted not to pass the evidence on, even if they claim otherwise.

That leaves only his household name. Well, it’ll do, he supposes – it doesn’t give power over him without the addition of his forename, and so, it’s enough for him to use right now.

“Todoroki.” He says.

“Then,” he hesitates for a moment, as if committing the name to memory, “then you should call me Midoriya. It’s nice to meet you, Todoroki.”

Shouto offers a nod. He says, “and you, Midoriya… what was your other question?”

“Oh, yes.” Midoriya shifts, crosses his arms. He says, “well – I’ve obviously got myself quite lost from the original area I was in, running from… well… I just – how do I get back?”

[r-we-taire-yet]

Monsters and Men Chapter 2

General Summary: Les Amis are civil rights activists by day, and monster hunters by night. Not everybody likes this, and decide to try to stop them from doing that if they can.

Chapter Summary: Grantaire wakes up and finds out more about the world around him. He can’t even get himself to not believe in it because he has the bite on his neck to prove it’s true.

Grantaire groaned as he awoke. He felt like he had the worst hangover in his life, and he really couldn’t quite remember what had happened. Sitting up, he groaned again, rubbing his head. Where even was he? Looking around, he had no idea where he or how he got there. It was then that he noticed the picture of Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Enjolras. Was he at their place? How had he gotten there?

A dark, wet alleyway with a wound on his neck and his friends around him, terribly blurry from whatever was in his bloodstream. Right. They must have found him and took him home. Oh my god, he was in his crushes house and had slept on his couch. Why?! Everything was blurry and there were those eyes, those far too bright eyes flashing red as she bit into his neck-

He gasped as the memories came flowing back and clutched his neck. Grantaire didn’t remember everything of course, but he remembered much more than he had. Things were slightly more in focus now, and even though he was still confused, it was a little better now that he knew what got him to his current location.

“Grantaire!” he heard the familiar voice of Courfeyrac call. “I heard you gasp, are you okay? You’re awake!”

“... Yes?” Grantaire replied, turning to look at him, though he flinched from the pain he found in his neck. “Yikes, okay, that was real.”

“He’s awake? Wonderful,” Combeferre said, sitting beside him. “Yes it was real. Yes she was a vampire. Yes you almost died. Yes monsters are real, no I am not one, but some people you know are.” As he spoke, he skillfully unwrapped the bandages around his neck and started cleaning the wounds again. “How much do you remember?”

“... Wait… what?” Grantaire asked, confused as hell by this sudden onslaught of information. He bat at Combeferre to try to get him to stop.

Courfeyrac sat down on the arm of the couch and leaned back dramatically. “You're overwhelming him, you need to take it take it slow after someone gets bitten by a sucker,” he teased, before turning to Grantaire. “There are monsters in this world, but not everyone who is supernatural is a monster, you know? Supernaturals can be werewolves or vampires, or spirits of some kind. They aren't necessarily bad people, just people going through their lives who happen to be supernatural. There are, however, people who do bad things. The cops don't deal with supernaturals because they can't see them, so other people have to step in.”

“People like me. People like us,” Enjolras said, making himself known as he entered the conversation. “My family is well known for being able to see through the veil that keeps most people from seeing supernaturals, and for being able to see the purity of a soul. We have an inherited duty to protect the innocent from monsters. Just about everyone in our group has joined my cause.”

“Why wasn't I told about this? Why is everyone else in on it but me?” Grantaire asked, swatting at Combeferre again.

“Well, we didn't want to tell anyone, but they either found out from an outside source or is a supernatural themselves. Being able to see the truth is dangerous. People don't always like it when you can see the real them. Especially not when they aren't the nicest of people,” Enjolras explained.

“And what's the difference between a supernatural and a monster?” Grantaire asked, finally allowing Combeferre to bandage him back up.

Enjolras sighed, “There isn't really one. They're the same thing. People who are supernatural can be considered monsters because of what they are. Generally though, we call people who do terrible things and need to be stopped, whether they're supernatural or human who hurt supernaturals, monsters.”

Grantaire nodded. Part of him wanted to deny all this, but the memory of her biting into his neck was still fresh in his mind. “Who do I know that's supernatural?”

“Who do you think?” Courfeyrac asked.

“You?”

Courf burst into laughter and almost fell off the arm of the couch. “I may be flamboyant but that doesn't mean I'm supernatural!”

“Alright then, I have no idea,” Grantaire admitted.

“Well Musichetta is a witch, Feuilly is a werewolf, and we aren't sure what exactly Jehan is but we think they're some kind of fae or something,” Combeferre explained. “Enjolras told us about everything when we were kids. Bahorel found out from Feuilly. None of us are supernatural. Enjolras is somewhere in the middle, with his family history.”

Grantaire took a moment to process this. “And I was bitten by a vampire chick trying to find out information about Enjolras.” This was stated as fact, not a question.

Enjolras nodded and crossed his arms. “It was only a matter of time before people realized I'm here. I just wish they had gone straight to me rather than trying to hurt you.”

“Awwwwe, Enj, you do care,” Grantaire teased, standing up and stretching.

“On second thought maybe she should have succeeded,” he teased back, prompting Grantaire to snicker. “Get something to eat, you're bound to have low blood sugar right now. We have a meeting of the monster hunting side of things this evening. Welcome to the club.”

[sayofchains88]

Chapter Ten: Unexpected turn by OrangeLetters88~

Alex rounds them up for their neighborhood one more time. On the way Alex takes the wheel for the first time in a long time starts to talk with Christian and Alice about how they feel about their lives now.

They seem to have accepted their fate. Their casual trip stops when something like a very tall deer runs into Alex's car causing him swerve into a pole going head first into the windshield.  Christian was the first one conscious. He wakes Alice making sure she is okay. He limps pushing open the driver's seat to lift Alex. "Alex...Alex answer me, hey man!"

His eyes open, but his head tilts to his chest before closing. "Alex is still not taking blood yet..." Alice states worried.

"What the hell ran in front of us?"

"Christian, where are we?" Alice asks scared. A long stretch of road is gone. Everything is covered in grass. A large weathered house stands in front of them. They walk into the house. It looks new.

"Hello! My boyfriend is hurt! Is anyone home?" Alice shouts.

No sounds are heard, but birds chirping over the roof from outside. A young lady dressed in a white sun dress comes inside; she has long brown hair and brown eyes with almost white complexion. "I am sorry; we usually don't have many guests anymore. Please follow me."

She had put them in a room downstairs. Alice goes to the sink using their clean wash towels to wipe the blood off his face. "He is a vampire, how is he reacting like this?" Christian asks confused.

"Once again, this is disorientation. Usually from lack of blood...I think I have one vial." Alice checks her pockets and running back outside to check the car where the back seat had several smaller vials she brought them back in lying Alex down before opening the vials getting him to slowly drink them.

"For once he drank them!" Alice shouts excited. "Now to let him rest, hopefully he recovers soon so we can find out what to do."

"He is literally not able to think. His head went through the windshield, but..." Christian stops  mid-sentence to walk into the large garden watching the woman water her flowers and vegetables. "Uh Hi, I see you tending to your garden. Do you come here often?"

"Of course, it's my favorite place. It's not common for people to come here..."

"I mean I assume so, but how do we get out of here?"

"This place is cursed Mr. Vampire. You might not ever. Now excuse me. I need to prepare for dinner."

"Cursed?" Christian runs to Alice who is trying to snap Alex awake tapping him on face. "Alice, be wary. We stumbled to alternate plain like fae or something I think."

"I thought those were just stories?"

"Well so weren't vampire and look at us...if you can wake him up soon as possible. Alex's book is in the car."

Christian runs out to the car in what seems like six o clock. He revs the engine. "It's dead..."

"Dinner is done if you are done fooling around your car Mr. Vampire."

He strolls back. "Look my name is Christian, If we got to interact long term at least use my name please ms?"

"My name is Chloe. I hope you enjoy your stay."

Alice and Christian join Chloe in the dining room. "It's been a very long time since I have had guests. By the way, how is your friend?"

"He just needs sleep, shouldn't worry your pretty little head." Christian says scoffing down mince pie, mash potatoes and fresh vegetables from the garden."

"You even went as far to make cherry and pumpkin pie. Thank you so much!" Alice says happily.

After dinner Alice goes into her room. She hears a silent click sending her checking the door. Alex sits up in the bed next to Alice. "Alex, you are awake!"

"Where are we?" Alex said holding his head.

"You got into a wreck, the car is dead. We came into this place to get help, but looks like we picked someone alternate highway?"

"Fuck...it's not common, but this happens."

"Were also locked in..."

Alex tries hard to pull the window open. "Either everyone is doing this on purpose or someone's God hates me...I am still feeling the blunt of hitting that windshield."

The door unlocks at six o clock am. Alex goes first. He sees Chloe down the hall. "I see you finally have awoken."

"Why have you brought us here? Don't lie to me."

"The master was right. You are feisty because you would know."

"Where is Christian...?" Alex growls.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Standing behind her was Christian. His lifeless eyes peering into them as though they don't exist, Alice comes out trying to take his hand.

"It is useless Alice. He is temporarily disconnected. Means he has some deep feelings about something. This wench promised him something..."

"He is human again, but at a cost."

"Or it only seems he is human." Alex scoffs.

"Don't you have wounds to tend to you vicious vampire." Chloe says snapping her fingers opening all his wounds up at once. He dips to the ground wincing in pain. "If you pursue me any further I will be forced to use my hand. I see you are afraid blood right now and afraid of being locked away."

"So big deal you know. What do you plan to do about it?" Alex replies getting up to Chloe. He bites into her neck without hesitation. She jumps back sending Christian to fight in her stead.

A jack wrench appears in his hands. He sends Alex flying across the room. He is instantly knocked out. Alice for the first time shows bloodlust. Her eyes turn bright pink. She manages to knock the jack out of his hand pinning him to the wall.

He stops dead like a puppet. She lets his body drop to ground. He seems to feel no pain. Alex stops Alice. She comes to her senses. "This won't be solved trying to kill or hurt Christian."

"What is it that you want to give Christian back to me?"

"Oh you wish to barter?"

"I am prepared to hear you out."

"Fine, you...I want you."

Alex sticks his hand out. She grabs it. She feels her body disintegrate her earthly form. "You have the power to free me?" Chloe cries.

"I could feel your suffering Chloe...I understand what it's like to stay in one place for a long time...you aren't a monster. You looked to cure others suffering through illusion."

"Thank you so much...I can finally sleep..." Chloe responds with a smile before disappearing. Christian gets up dizzily.

"Come on man, if you got any problems you need to tell me. You gave Chloe power. I am so glad I can null spirits like her now..." Alex scolds Christian.

"I know Alex...sometimes false hope is so much more than the real thing. I am so sorry I put you all in danger."

They walk out to the car afterwards. "This is a loan car from Clarence! He is going to kill me!" Alex shouts.  Noticing the condition the car is in. "Alice...can I borrow your phone?"

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