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16reapergrell66 · 5 years ago

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Loving a Daydream

Tarek works at The Raven, a cozy little bar nestled in an unfamiliar city. He meets Nomad siblings Wyverne and Mephistopheles as they wander from place to place. Would they ever come back?

My cute Discord group and I bounced ideas off each other in a Modern!AU setting. I was graciously given permission to use @fantasmagorias Tarek and @athousandstarstodreamon Vega, and I have had fun while doing this. I did use Google Translate for Mephisto's Romanian, so if you notice anything off, please don't hesitate! I like feedback, especially on languages I'm not familiar with!

Part I || Part II || Part III

The night life. Not so different from any other city. Bright streetlights and flashes of headlights, buildings with lighted windows as high as the eye could see. Neons winked, blinked occasionally. People wandered the streets, not as much as when the sun was overhead. Drunk laughter and slurred speech, an almost trip here and there.

Wyverne. A nomad, though in this day and age you didn't need to be. She stared out the large glass window, a melancholic look to her eye, her emerald a little dull. She knocked back the rest of her Salty Bitters, the glass set smoothly down on the tabletop. A glance at her phone told her no new messages, not from her Grandmother, not from her disaster of a brother.

Tarek was alone at the bar that night, save for his friend Vega. Simple black, golden embroidery for the bar's logo, hair styled just a tad. Wyverne was his only customer left, and he was starting to grow somewhat concerned. After just five, even the good Doctor Devorak was starting to show signs of being drunk. She was either extremely good at hiding it, or she knew how to hold her alcohol. He walked over to her, a gentle hand on her shoulder, startling her out of her reverie.

"Hey. It's getting pretty late, yeah?" He started to gather the empty highball glasses, getting occasional glances. "Shouldn't you be going home?" She looked at him with owlish eyes, a spark of confusion in her eyes before the words quickly registered.

"Ah, yes, it is quite late," she answered him, a soft accent brushing up against her vowels. "Though, you can save yourself the trouble. I have no place to call home." She quickly gave him the money she owed, tucking a couple thick curls behind her ear. "Keep the change."

She got up from her seat, slinging her backpack over one shoulder. Her sneakers made no noise on dark hardwood, ripped jeans exposing some of her legs to the cool night air, the silver bell announcing her leave.

"That's the second time she's said that, Vega," Tarek said, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Does she not want to go back because its abusive? Does she not want to go back because she's been kicked out?" He brought the glasses behind the bar, giving them a quick wash and dry, his sleeves still rolled past his elbows.

"I don't know, but it worries me," Vega told him, worry creeping into her voice. "Who just says that to a complete stranger!?"

"Let's hope she's found a place by her next visit." The soft clink of glasses could be heard as he put them away, voice slightly muffled by the cold marble countertop. He tossed the towel he used, grabbing a fresh one to use for the next day. Tarek continued the small talk with Vega, finishing his closing for the night.

☆ THE NEXT DAY ☆

It was bright and warm, not a cloud in the sky. The streets were alive, people coming and going and chatting on their phones. Cars honked horns, traffic building in the more busy intersections.

Just outside The Raven, Wyverne was sitting on the edge of the fountain, a cooling bubble tea sitting next to her lap. All around her were children, young and old, watching with utter fascination. Her tribal tattoo, now exposed in the warmth of the day, had started to shimmer. Stark black lines gave way to a rainbow of color, shimmering into view like a pebble dropped in a pool of water. She willed the lines to move, to break apart and snake around her arm. The youngest children shrieked in delight, the older ones murmuring oohs and aahs.

Tarek was outside on his lunch, having glanced up from scrolling through his social media feeds. He saw the gaggle of children, heard their shrieks and oohs, and when he craned his head to see over the tallest children, he had to do a double take. Surely tattoos weren't supposed to shift colors like chameleons and snake around the wearer's arm….right? Sure, anything was possible, he's been around Asra Alnazar long enough to know that. But that was different, something he had never heard of or read.

All too quickly, the illusion faded, the tattoo fading to black and the lines returning to their original form. Wyverne took a drink from her bubble tea, admiring their shocked faces. She held her drink in a cool hand, and held her hand out.

"Want to see something fun?" Wyverne asked, voice hushed so Tarek had to strain to hear. The children nodded eagerly, a chorus of 'yeah!'s ringing out.

Wyverne turned her manicured hand up towards the sky, revealing her scarab beetle tattoo. It softly glowed, too faint to see in daylight, and a pale blue butterfly appeared in her hand. The wings seemed to be made of delicate glass, the sunlight creating patterns on her skin. A soft stroke to its thorax with her right index finger, and she took a breath. The children held theirs, and with a soft blow to the butterfly's wings it burst. Butterflies burst forth from shattered wings, all variations of color and shape and size. Large cyan butterflies with teardrop wings, small crimson butterflies with fire in their wings. Slightly large emerald ones with leaf-shaped wings.

The butterflies swirled around her, the breeze from their wings lifting her curls just slightly. And then, all of them started to fly away, landing on tables and benches and curbs. The children chased them, marvelling at how some landed on their noses, their shoulders, their hair. They laughed, touching the wings, watching the butterfly burst into more butterflies. Wyverne watched it all happen, her chin resting in her hand, fingers curled to brush her bottom lip.

Tarek was fascinated. He thought this was just a simple trick of the eye, but when he saw the big teal butterfly land on the back of his hand, he started having different thoughts. He snapped a picture, the butterfly shaking its wings in response to the camera shutter. He set down his phone, and brushed the deep teal thorax with his middle finger lightly, afraid too much pressure would shatter the moment literally. It shivered in response, drops of soft blue splashing against his lightly tanned skin, leaving shimmering wing dust in its wake. All of a sudden, the butterfly burst, a soft ring of brilliant teal the only sign it was ever there.

He looked up, ready questions for the girl he dubbed 'Street Magician.' She was nowhere to be found, as if she herself had been made of the prismatic butterflies. Thoughtfully humming to himself, Tarek got up from his chair, pushing it in. He went inside The Raven, his break having been over ten minutes ago. He sent the picture of the teal butterfly to Vega, reminding himself to tell her what happened later on.

••Later That Night••

"So, wait….you saw the whole thing?" Vega asked, her voice rising with the question. "And you didn't tape it!?" She sounded incredulous, her glass barely touched, so enthralled with the too-good-to-be-true story.

"Look, even if I could, most of my view was blocked," Tarek replied, setting two highball glasses right side up on the counter, edges turned white from salt. "Besides, I didn't want to break the spell." He grabbed the bottle of bitters, and the bottle of rum, pouring each one into the glasses, and adding a dash more salt. He topped it with a bottle of ginger beer, splitting it between the two glasses.

Tarek gave one to Julian, replacing his empty glass. The good natured doc muttered his thanks, still in deep blue scrubs from his shift. His auburn curls haphazardly fell over his right eye, a perpetual state of bedhead even though he usually never saw one. Julian took a small sip, watching Tarek as he maneuvered around patrons, bringing Wyverne her third Salty Bitters.

"Grazie," Wyverne muttered, almost absentmindedly. She had been reading an article, based out of Las Vegas, from a link Azlingua had sent her.

"Wow. You know Italian?" Tarek chuckled, placing her empty glass on his tray and wiping the table down. That startled the redhead, shaking her out of her little world.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry!" She started to blush, embarrassed at having used the simple phrase in front of him. "I didn't-"

"Hey, that's fair. I bet being polylingual is hard," he said, giving her a soft smile. He touched her shoulder, reassuring, before heading back to the bar.

"She's a girl after my own heart," Julian muttered into his glass, his grey eyes never looking away entirely. "Does she get them every time or…?"

"Ever since she showed up one day, yeah," Tarek told him, washing the empty glasses. "Has, like, eight and walks out the door like she's only had one." He started to buff the glasses dry, glancing at Julian. "She's outstanding with tip though."

"So, do you know anything about her?" Vega asked, taking a sip of her own drink. "She's mysterious, and yet knows the town like she's lived here for ages. Its so strange!"

Tarek just shrugged, any other useful information lost to him. He had tried to pry the first time she showed up, speaking rapid-fire Russian into her phone. She had gotten startled, and had spoken to him in a quiet, defensive tone, like she didn't trust him enough. It was fair on her part, a random stranger coming up to her and asking her questions she most likely didn't have the answer to anymore would be very suspicious.

"On another topic, when was the last time you slept, Doc?" Tarek asked Julian, a hand on his hip, with his other against the lip of dark grey marble. "Your bags looks like they could swallow. you. alive."

"I slept!" Julian protested, a smirk on his lips. "Uh-huh, when?" Vega pried, an unamused look on her face.

"Uh…..hmm...well…" Julian muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. The man usually had coffee instead of actual blood at times, his job usually not allowing it, though he generally refused on a regular basis.

Tarek rolled his eyes in amusement, softly shaking his head. Julian just smiled sheepishly, glancing into his drink, hand reflexively rubbing the back of his neck. Tarek had started to make another drink for a customer when his hands stopped moving, eyes wide and the teal there showing signs of more curiosity.

Mephistopheles. Another nomad by design, quirky self-defense teacher in multiple countries and cities. Ice blue eyes roamed the bar scene, scanning for his sister's classic messy curls. He found her, and with a quiet smirk walked over to her, sneakers barely a whisper on the dark hardwood.

"Ei bine, dacă nu e micul Verne," he said softly, in native Romanian tongue, chuckling at the hard glare she gave. "Nu fi așa, micuț sis." He had set his bag beside him, chin resting in his cupped hand.

He started talking to her in a low voice, with the others just barely making out any words at all. Tarek had just starting pouring for the martini he was making when a sudden burst of sharp laughter came from him. Tarek stopped pouring, turning to face the two in the back, Vega eyeing with some interest as Julian took a call from Mazelinka.

"Într-adevăr? Asta e tot ce îți faci griji?" Mephisto reached across the table, holding her shaking hands. "Wy, its okay to relax. You need to let go, and have fun while you're here." He brushed a tear from her cheek, and slowly got up. She got up with him, knocking back the rest of her drink, leaving her money underneath the thick glass before leaving.

☆ ONE WEEK LATER ☆

"Did you seriously start crushing on him?" Vega had stopped by, running errands before opening her shop a couple streets over. She had walked with Tarek over to The Raven, since he had forgotten something last night.

"Uh...no? Why do you think that?" Tarek had a soft blush, barely there against tanned skin. He had dressed casually this morning, not opening till later in the day. Soft blues and worn denim, ragged sneakers looking like hell.

"You won't stop gushing about him! How his hair looked, his eye color, his outfit," she listed, tapping her fingers. "If I didn't know you better, Mister, I'd say you have more of a crush on this handsome stranger than Asra!"

Tarek sighed, slowly pushing open the door. The door chimed, and he disappeared towards the back, grabbing what he had left behind. As he exited the front of the bar, a small commotion was happening outside. Vega was waving at him excitedly, trying to get him to come out. Confused, but curious, he went to the glass, and nearly had to pick up his jaw from the floor.

Mephistopheles was outside, shirt off in the warmth of the sun. His hair was back, out of his face in a ponytail, icy eyes narrow in concentration. His hands were defensive, legs shoulder width apart. Wyverne was a few feet away from him, magic projectiles in front of her in shimmering pastels. She launched another volley, his body moving as if there were no bones in him. Every muscle flexed, tensed when they came too close. He deflected with ease, twisting and bending low to avoid the ones over his head. He finished off the volley with a particularly high kick, almost a full standing split.

Tarek's breath was stuck. His face was too warm, his heart was too fast. There was a certain warmth that spread through him, trying to gather at the base of his spine. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He seemed to curse himself in his thoughts, trying to shake them off. No, he couldn't have those thoughts. He had work later, there was no way he was doing this. Tarek walked outside, trying to get his face to stop feeling so warm.

"Wow! Is that a type of self defense!?" Vega whispered to him, awe in her eyes. She glanced at Tarek, smirking at how red his cheeks were. "Aw, what's the matter? Getting a little heated?" She teased him, poking his cheek.

Mephistopheles had another volley, this one a pastel pink, close together at various points. He ran up to the volley, a sword appearing at his side. With a nimble grace he unsheathed it, the sword loose in his right hand. As the targets met him, the sword sang through the air. With clashes of blue steel the targets were cleaved, his body swaying and twisting. His biceps flexed, his shoulders meeting together with an overhand blow. His breath came a little faster, sculpted muscle rising and falling, his sword a hair's breadth from Wyverne's shoulder, a smirk on his face.

"Good run, strigoi," Wyverne giggled, gently pushing the blade away from her shoulder. A snap of her fingers and the multicolored chunks vanished, fizzing out like a hologram.

Mephisto smirked, a canine gleaming in the sunlight. He glanced at Tarek, taking his hair out of the ponytail, winking at him. He sheathed the sword, taking his water bottle and pouring a mouthful into his mouth, pouring some more over his body to cool off. His right arm showed the tribal tattoos, lines thick and thin, wrapping themselves around his arm. The black had lightened slightly, looking more like a very dark grey than true black. He grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, the words 'MY FIRST LANGUAGE IS SARCASM' printed in bright, bold teal spraypaint.

Tarek blushed more, clearing his throat and giving him a small wave before hastily walking around the corner. Vega laughed, following Tarek, her keys jingling at her side. Tarek was slumped on the ground, hands barely covering his face, lip caught between his teeth. Vega casually leaned against the wall, shoulders shaking with contained laughter.

"So, uh, shall we consult the almighty magic eight ball?" Vega jingled her keys, holding it by the circular clasp. "Vega, shut up," Tarek grumbled, peeking out of his fingers to glance up at her.

"Hehe. Does Tarek have a crush on Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome?" She jingled the keys, the eight ball bouncing around. She tossed the keys into the air, catching the ball and turning it right side up. The ball simply read, 'more likely than you think.'

"Oh, for pete's sake," Tarek chuckled, shoulders shaking. "You have the divination skills of a Goddess, yet you rely on a toy eight ball?"

"Oh come on, its for fun." She held out her hand, and he gratefully took it. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, and followed her to the shop, hoping seeing Asra could clear his mind. He had to work in a few hours.

••Later On••

Mephistopheles was sitting at the bar, nursing his cocktail. His hair splayed over his shoulder, a decent tshirt, the letters spelling out 'YES I'M SMOKING' in a deep teal. Dark denim, slightly worn at the knees, his sneakers relatively fresh. An assortment of rings were on his fingers, borrowed from Wyverne.

He quickly tapped something out in a message to Azlingua, chuckling softly as he downed the rest of his drink. Tarek gave him a refill, dressed in the bar's signature black, trying to not blush as their fingers brushed. Mephisto's hand was surprisingly cool comparatively, and the blond glanced up at Tarek, giving the softest smile he could muster.

"So, you're an angel, huh?" Mephisto had this voice, this voice that could lure you in with caramel notes from his Romanian accent. It caught Tarek off guard, the question phrased weird.

"Well, I could be. Why do you ask?" Tarek decided to play along, leaning on the bar, chin cupped in his hand. His teal eyes shone with amusement, a soft blush from being so warm working on his cheeks.

"Because I think you're….. no, wait!" Mephisto blushed furiously, hiding his face, a low groan in his throat. "Ughhhhh I fucked up…" He slumped onto the bar, face buried in his arms.

Tarek laughed, bright and clear. He tried to cover his mouth, to stifle his snickering. Mephisto blushed further, his ears reddening. Gods, this man in front of him was just too cute.

"Gods, I'm sorry," he said, wiping away a tear, swallowing back his giggles. "Its just…," and here he struggled for a second or two, "I find you adorable. And attractive." He mumbled the last bit under his breath, laughing and turning redder.

Across the way, tucked in a booth, Vega was watching with mild interest. Her chin was sitting eagerly in cupped hands, lip caught between her teeth. Asra had chuckled with mild interest when he heard Tarek laugh. Julian just rolled his eyes, taking a drink from his glass.

"Gods, and I thought we were disasters around Asra. That stranger is such a mess!" Vega had a laugh, clutching Julian's shoulder, taking a drink from her glass.

"Oh, like you're one to talk," Julian told her, glancing at her through auburn curls. "I distinctly remember someone being a total mess when Asra flirted with them." She smacked his bicep, making him laugh, her cheeks a bright apple red.

"So, uh, what's your name?" Tarek had given Mephisto a smirk, eyes wandering the angular features. "My name is Tarek."

"Tarek. Lovely name," he said softly, meeting his gaze. "My name is Mephistopheles. Named after the demon, lived up to my name." He chuckled, his accent making the two names lovelier.

Wyverne chose this moment to walk past, heading for her usual seat. She had watched, shaking her head at Mephisto's poor attempt at flirting. Her hair was in a half ponytail, her outfit simple and plain. Her sandals on the hardwood were lost among the laughter and jests and oohs. She wore her piercings, mismatching the studs on purpose. When Mephisto's arm was within range of her hand, she smacked him. True to his dramatic nature, he clutched his arm in mock horror.

"Sis! Why would you do that!?" Mephisto dramatically touched the back of his hand to his forehead, his face scrunched in mock pain. "I'm too fragile!" Wyverne shook her head, rolling her eyes as hard as she could. She gave him her best 'whatever' look, the corner of her lips curved into a smile.

Tarek shook his head. Dramatic and an adorable hunk? What could make this man even more attractive was beyond him as he set about making a drink. He got out a chilled martini glass and rimmed it with colorful teal salt. Taking out a few different liquors, he filled his chilled steel cocktail strainer with ice and started a simple dance with the bottles. Tarek twirled two of them like simple pens, letting them dance around his fingers before sending them tumbling end over end into the air. He sent the third up over his shoulder, spinning around, rocked back on his heels as he snatched the first two out of the air. The first two were poured into the strainer, the cap closed and the container shaken, the third bottle spinning around his finger. He poured the contents into the glass, slightly frosting the outside with the cold, the third bottle poured last, the blue curacao creating a rim of blue against the stark clearness of the remainder of the drink. Tarek slid it across the bar to the waiting patron, and started to put liquors away.

Mephisto had been watching, unable to tear his eyes away. The smooth fluidity of Tarek's movements caused a flush of warmth to rise to his cheeks, to spread through his limbs and gently gather at the base of his spine. Tarek caught his eye, and winked at him, tongue caught between his teeth as he popped open two bottles of dark lager beer.

Vega and Julian had witnessed the whole thing, barely containing their snickers. They were completely made for each other, even if Tarek had gotten smoother over the years. Asra was pressing his lips together, edges curled into a smile, trying to not laugh with Vega. All of them silently rooted for Tarek, Asra hoping for the teasing to be cut down, even though he didn't particularly mind it.

☆ ONE MONTH LATER ☆

Tarek was just outside The Raven, scrolling through. He had been trying to learn the languages he had heard Mephistopheles use with his sister, and gotten as far as basic communications. He was just about to start another lesson on one of his apps when he heard a crinkle of tissue paper, the soft scoot of the chair on concrete.

Mephistopheles was sitting across from him, a little more nervous than usual. His long legs were crossed under the table, a soft blush on his cheeks, fingers idly twisting his hair. C'mon Mephi, it's not hard!

"H-Hey, Tarek," Mephisto said, clearing his throat, a nervous tremble. "Look, I have something to say."

"What is it?" Tarek slid his phone off to the side, propping elbows on the glass top. His fingers were laced, chin resting on them, eyes shining. "You can tell me. Is it about your sister?"

"Yeah, a little," Mephisto muttered, clearing his throat again. Gods, why is this so hard!?

"The reason you haven't seen my sister is….well….she's been running. I don't remember from who," LIAR, "but she couldn't stay. She felt that she was gonna be caught. And...well…" He rubbed the back of his neck, a deep shuddering breath, his head tilted down so his chin met his chest. It felt painfully tight, he didn't know why.

"Hey, hey, hey. Its ok, take your time," Tarek reach out, touching Mephi's bicep. He rubbed his thumb across it, his teal eyes full of worry. Whatever this was, he was badly shaken.

"I….I have to follow. I can't stay," Mephisto looked on the verge of tears, his ice welling up. "I would love to…..to see where this goes. But I have to make sure she's ok." He furiously wiped at his eyes, rubbing his hand on worn denim. "Fuck, I promised I wouldn't cry."

Tarek felt devastated. Little Street Magician left? That's why she wasn't around? He quickly went around to Mephi, an arm around his shoulders. He wanted to comfort, but how? It was all just vague information, probably for a good reason, but it was so vague.

Mephisto took out a felt tip pen and uncapped it. Wiping a stray tear that had managed to fall, he wrote down his number, writing his name in elegant script. He recapped the pen, stowing it in his pocket, grabbing the flowers he brought. He placed them in Tarek's lap, a gorgeous array of blues dotted with white.

"Te iubesc," Mephisto muttered softly, a soft kiss on Tarek's cheek. He got up, his fingers trailing under Tarek's chin as he left, leaving him in awe.

Tarek shook his head, trying to not let a tear fall down his cheek. He picked up the flowers, touching the petals like they would shatter if he pressed too hard. Carnations tipped with teals and blues, roses in blues from light to dark and each color in between. Baby's breath scattered itself throughout, accented with lily of the valley. He brought the bouquet to his nose, the flowers smelling delicate, mixing with the lingering scent of Mephisto's cologne. He whispered his love into the flowers, getting up and texting Vega that he was bringing over flowers after, and added Mephisto into his contact list.

#the arcana #fan apprentice #apprentice wyverne tag #apprentice vega tag #apprentice tarek tag #asra alnazar #julian devorak

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ladyxskywalker · 3 years ago

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Misc Fic Recs 💫

princessxkenobi's 1k September Celebration 🌼🍂📖

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their constant support. 💛

please be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading

nsfw & adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

fics marked as (series) are stories with two or more parts

pairings will be listed as (gn, f, afab, m, oc, ofc, onc, ace, masc, masc gn)

everything is organized alphabetically by fandom & character to the best of my ability

(If you would like to be removed, please send me a message to let me know 🙏)

enjoy ! xo ☕

✨ Adam Driver

Paul Sevier

The Late Shift (series) by @paper-n-ashes (f!reader) **

Clyde Logan

The Proposal (series) (mob au) by @hopeamarsu (f!reader)

Draluram (series) (mandalorian au) by @clydesducktape

Paterson

Can't Erase Your Heart (eternal sunshine of the spotless mind au) (soulmate au) by @clydesducktape (f!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Of Second Sons and First Loves (series) by @starryeyedstories (f!reader)

✨ Charlie Hunnam

King Arthur

Apprentice or King by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Raymond Smith

The Little Sister (series) by @rayslittlekitten (f!reader) **

✨ A Court of Thorns and Roses

Lucien

His Habits (headcanons) by @honeymandos

Tamlin

A Vernal Love (series) by @thefoxinautumn @/moriamithirl on ao3 (f!reader) **

✨ Ewan Mcgregor

Dan Torrance

Snowed In by @serkenobi (f!reader) **

Elmont (Jack the Giant Slayer)

A Knight and Princess’s Heart Entwine (series) by @stardancerluv (f!reader) **

OMC 'Roman', but not Roman Sionis

Aces in Spaces (series) by @the-mandalorian-clone-lover (ace!ofc) (this is not rpf)

✨ James Bond

Wash Away My Sins by @lilhawkeye3 (james bond x vesper lynd)

✨ The Lord of the Rings

Éomer Éadig

Homesick by @thefoxinautumn @/moriamithril on ao3 (f!reader)

✨ Marvel

Loki

Altair + Vega (series) by @steeeeeeeviebb (f!reader) **

On a Tuesday Afternoon (library au) by @blackirisposts (ofc)

✨ Narcos

Horacio Carillo

ài wū jí wū (lunar new year) by @justrunamok (ofc)

The Colonel's Woman (series) by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

You Keep Walking (Down the Street) by @justrunamok **

✨ Original Poetry

Coffee Flavoured Tea by @morby

Poetry by Hawk by @lilhawkeye3

✨ Raymond Leon (Cillian Murphy)

Nothing for Free (In Time 2011) by @blinder-secrets (f!reader) (submitted by @karasong)

#pxk reaches 1000 💛🌼#multi fandom #pxk fic recs 💫

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rose-of-pollux · 3 years ago

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Quiz thing

Tagged by @belphegor1982 for the “Post the first line of ten fics” thing--

“Keep the Faith” (Back to the Future)--“Marty hid behind a trash can as he carefully observed the goings on between the two scientists as they talked and discussed a number of terms that went sailing over Marty’s head.”

The Three Spheres of Stonehenge Affair (The Man from U.N.C.L.E)--“Napoleon and Illya had both known that, in their line of work, just about anything could happen; part of their training had been to expect the unexpected.”

“The Pleasant Valley Poltergeist” (13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo)--“For the longest time, Vincent Van Ghoul had used his castle study as a quiet place to reflect and contemplate. Since taking in his five ghost-hunting apprentices, however—three humans and two dogs—his study could no longer be described as “quiet.””

“When Tomorrow Comes“ (Hogan’s Heroes)--“Newkirk had never been to Paris, and, as such, could only have expected what he’d heard about the City of Lights from word of mouth—most of it from LeBeau, who had told him the tales of how beautiful his beloved city had been before it had fallen.”

“In the Air Tonight” (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)--“Napoleon was always grateful when Illya accompanied him—even on errands that he didn’t even need to waste time on.”

“‘Cause I Might Not Make it Back” (Back to the Future)--“Living with multiple sets of memories was… a baffling thing at times.”

“Sands of Time and Space” (13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo)--“Daphne looked at her reflection, satisfied, as she tried on her new purple evening dress. It was perfect.”

“Perchance to Scheme” (Hogan’s Heroes)--“Deep in the tunnels beneath Stalag 13, Corporal Peter Newkirk was embarking on a private mission.”

A Family Affair (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)--“There was no doubt that Napoleon was in his element from the moment he and Illya had landed in Las Vegas for their mission.”

“Change of Scene” (13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo)--“The next morning, the gang found themselves surprised when Vincent announced that Voudini would be hosting them for breakfast; nevertheless, they were eager to see how another warlock lived, and they weren’t disappointed.”

#Quiz #don't mind me #my writing style

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 years ago

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TwiFicMas2020 Day 1: Anathema

It’s that time of year again - when I bombard you with fic I’ve written over the year and haven’t posted, whether it is an outtake, part of a WIP, or something that ended up going sideways but still had some cool bits I was proud of.

Everything will be tracked under the ‘TwiFicMas2020′ and ‘FicMas2020′ tags. Most fics are incomplete scenes - “--” is a scene break, “//” means that there’s a cut - it’s probably not yet written.

First up is Anathema, the fourth or fifth attempt at the ‘Alice works in a mortuary/funeral home’ idea that refuses to solidify itself - though I think I’m getting closer. I enjoy the idea that Charlie Swan is in on Forks’ secrets (before Jacob strips in front of him, lol) and I am always here for the supernatural world being more than just vampires and shifters.

I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!

The day the Cullens arrive in Forks, two things happen.

The first, I draw both Death, and the Wheel of Fortune. A combination that, frankly, sounds time-consuming. I lie in bed and contemplate them for awhile. The cards are soft, from lifetimes of passing from hand to hand (my dearest and most beloved Great-Aunt Jeanne passed this set to me when she died. At the time, I was too young to understand the true gift in cards that had never before been touched by Brandon hands - before mine.) The cards are illustrated so carefully, so detailed. They smell like dried lavender and the scrap of linen that I wrap them in, and there is something so reassuring about each and every card.

I draw my cards every few days before I get up. I find it calming, the shuffle of them against my fingers, as I let my dreams fade. It’s a quiet time, and one I savour.

Eventually, I do have to get up, though. No rest for the wicked. The cards go back into the wooden jewellery box some young man carved for some young woman in Jeanie’s family long before I was even a glimpse of a thought, and back into my nightstand drawer.

I - we - live on the first floor of the Brandon Funeral Home, a perfectly respectable converted Georgian house at the end of Main Street, where it sweeps around to Cedar Road. It’s a shit place to have a corner, and more than once speed racers have spun out; whoever’s scraped off the road and our front walk usually end up in the freezers in the basement.

But I digress.

Breakfast is mundane. Dulcie is there, hair in curlers, and a frown on her face when she realises I am not dressed. I sit crosslegged across two thrift-store chairs in my camisole and booty shorts, spooning jam onto toast with the precision of a good scientist and ignore her reminding me of my dressing gown (a sturdy pink-flower print flannel that is buried in my closet. My preferred robe, a thin grey kimono, is currently in my laundry pile) and ‘common decency’, as if my elderly great-uncle is looking to leer at the decided lack of anything I have up north or down south.

Dulcie is… Dulcie. No replacement for Aunt Jeanie, but a good woman. I find it funny that Uncle Freddie is an old man now, and he still reels ‘em in. Or he would if Jeanie’s death hadn’t broken, shattered, and wrecked him. Dulcie worked for us for a few years before she set her eyes on the top bedroom and changing ‘Dulcie Dunn-Stanley’ to ‘Dulcie Brandon’.

Oh, that sounds very jaded. It’s mutual, Freddie and Dulcie. Their courtship was glacial and it’s really only recently that Dulcie’s been hinting about heading to the court house. And, honestly, whatever makes Uncle Freddie happy. Dulcie’s kind to me, we mostly get along, and her attempts to mother me are so far inconsistent - but she is usually pretty respectful.

My uncle lingers over his food; he’s got a new book open at his elbow, and no one can pry my uncle away from his books. They’re usually hardcover, non-fiction. Most of the boxes stored in the third floor are my uncles books.

After breakfast, I am banished to get dressed for work, which is in the basement today, where I am to be the hands as we prepare one Lewis Fletcher for his Saturday morning funeral. There’s a sack of bagged organs resting in the chest cavity, from the autopsy (elk or deer attack, the report says), and I get to stitch Lewis back together, get to fill him full of chemicals, seal things with putty, and get to face painting. The Fletchers are a pretty ordinary family locally, and the service will be simple - they were very agreeable when Freddie met with them last week.

I put my music on and hum as I prepare my kit. It’s no secret that an unqualified teenage girl doing this work probably breaks a lot of laws, but Freddie’s hands aren’t as steady as they used to be, and he’s old enough to remember when a family business meant that the younger generation was trained by the older at home, no degrees or certifications necessary.

Sometimes I wonder what Jeanie would have thought, me working down here like this. Would she have understood? Would she have been mad or upset or disappointed?

We’ll never know.

Freddie fetches us both a cup of tea, and hovers at my shoulder as I piece together Mr Fletcher’s chest cavity.

“Smaller stitches, Alice,” Freddie says, inspecting my work carefully. “Redo that section, stitch closer together, and small stitches.”

I nod, turning around to grab a scalpel from the tray beside me to cut the wonky stitches free and start again, and I freeze as the ice-cold feeling envelopes me. No, no, no it’s been so long…

For a moment, I am unfixed in time and space. I am still in the basement, with the buzzing fluorescent lights, and smooth metal drawers and cupboards, the stink of formaldehyde. But instead of a clean, bare second table, I am lying there. But I’m not dead, and I’m not alone. It’s him. The boy - man? - I’ve been seeing for so long, in visions and dreams. He’s hovering above me, a veritable sculpture of pale flesh as he peels off his shirt, our mouths still fused together, my hands gripping his hips. I am a much less collected figure, with my tights around my knees, one shoe still on and my shirt hiked up over my bra. Vision-Me pulls away to say something, and He laughs, and it’s then the light catches his eyes. Dark gold.

Golden-eyes.

“Oh fuck,” Real-Me says, and somehow Vision-Him knows I’m Seeing and looks right at me, where I’m standing with a scalpel in my hand.

“Alice?” My uncle’s hand on my shoulders brings me right back to the right point in time and space.

It’s at the point I hit the floor, manage to stab myself quite viciously with the scalpel and my uncle starts cussing.

It’s been a while between visions.

The Council was basically the reason Freddie and I stayed in Forks. It was a fifty-fifty split between honouring Jeanie’s wishes, and keeping me safe and out of sight - as if my aspirations were towards a Vegas nightclub act or international pop star. I wasn’t entirely clueless.

Forks was built in a special place. A place where the barriers between the ordinary and the extraordinary were a little thinner, where the supernatural were drawn to. Jeanie had theorised that was why the Quileute were able to tap into their spirit wolves so easily, and why the gene remained so strong, father to son without a constant presence of their enemies. I didn’t know enough of their history to have an opinion, but Forks was definitely a place with an interesting history that very few people knew - even I only knew a fraction of everything that happened, past and present. There were very few written accounts; most of the histories were oral and passed down on a strict need-to-know basis.

The Council were definitely in the know, and had been for generations. There was Billy Black, Sue and Harry Clearwater representing the Quileute tribe, there was Charlie Swan representing Forks and everyone not in the know, and there was Freddie and I. Freddie, was technically Jeanie’s representative, and was the Mediator between the Ordinary and the Others. Jeanie’s family had been Mediators for generations, but she’d never had children, so all of that had somehow fallen onto Freddie - and me.

It was extremely useful to have the Police Chief and a Mortician working the Council - we’d had to fudge more than a few deaths. There was always someone or something passing through the Olympic Peninsula, and we’d negotiated, challenged, threatened, and banished more than a few creatures over the last few years.

Technically, all parties were allowed to bring their apprentice representative, but I was the only one of the next generation who attended. Charlie Swan had made it clear he didn’t want his daughter involved in any of this, and both Billy and the Clearwaters had decided that their kids were too young to know exactly what went on around here. I figured in a decade or so, it would just be me, Seth, and Jacob Black (no way would Leah hang around just for this shit show), drinking beer in the woods and deciding whether to burn or bury.

But tonight’s meeting was Special. Despite the fact I’d been drawing nonsensical cards for days now - the Star, the Tower, and Justice - no visions had appeared beyond a dream about a locket with ‘W’ engraved on it. I’d expected a fairly normal meeting, until Freddie had let me in on the plan - we were, apparently, meeting with the Cullen family. No one had informed me exactly what or who the Cullens were, only that they had a ��fourth seat’ in the Council that they’d been entitled to since the ‘30s. I’d have to go through Jeanie’s diaries again - there were boxes of them in storage, and Jeanie had useful tidbits dotted throughout.

So that was why I was in the forest with my grandfather, shivering underneath two coats and in my new fleecy boots, standing around a fire pit that didn’t really do much more than illuminate the burning wood; the lanterns we’d brought were more effective.

Some days I really wished Leah or Seth or Jacob Black would attend these meetings; they’d certainly liven up these meetings a bit.

“They’ll be here soon,” Billy Black said grimly. Billy Black had it worse than the rest of us - getting out to this part of the forest was awkward and time-consuming with his wheelchair. Since these meetings were clandestine, we couldn’t build a proper track.

“The terms are staying the same?” Charlie asked, sipping from a paper cup of coffee Sue had pressed on him.

Billy frowned. “We aren’t here to renegotiate, but we will listen to their petition if they have one,” he said finally.

“What are the existing terms?” I asked, nudging a mossy rock with my toe.

“We’ll go over that later on, Alice,” Freddie said, watching the woods carefully.

Fine, obstruct my completely transparent attempt at finding out what was actually going on. I was definitely intrigued by the idea this clan had a ‘seat’ at the Council, but it involve negotiations? The only creature I could think of that would fit that kind of profile would be some kind of shifter.

I was bored.

And then the mysterious Cullens arrived.

They came out of the woods like a mist; slowly but all at once. They kept a respectful distance away from the fire pit, clad in pristine new clothing that was a touch too light for the cold weather but was good quality. There were three of them - a blond man, a brunette woman, and a red-haired boy - all three of them taller than average, and pale as snow. And they were lovely, as if Grecian statues had climbed down from their plinth and wandered off.

“Hello,” the man said, nodding at us politely. “Thank you for welcoming us to this meeting.”

“You’ve a right to be here, as outlined in the treaty,” Billy Black said sternly. “This is the current Council - Charlie Swan for Forks. My self, Billy Black, and Harry and Sue Clearwater for the Quileute tribe. Fred Brandon as Mediator. Carlisle Cullen for the Cullen Coven.”

Coven meant vampires. That dampened my spirits a little; my history with vampires was messy. Plus the few vampires that had ventured into this area had been unpleasant experiences. But as I stared at the Cullen coven, I noticed their eyes.

Golden, like liquid light.

Was He one of them? Was the Cullen coven only these three, or where there more?

“And the young lady?” Carlisle Cullen said, looking in my direction.

“My niece,” Freddie said in a no-nonsense tone. “Shall we begin?”

“I assume Ursula Altis has since passed? My condolences to her family,” Carlisle Cullen said. “I had a great respect for Ursula.”

“Yes. Ursula’s apprentice passed on several years ago, and she named Fred and Alice as her successors,” Harry said.

“I am sorry for your loss,” Carlisle Cullen nodded at Freddie and I. I half-smiled back at him. Jeanie had been gone a long time but I still missed her.

“This is my wife, Esme, and my oldest son Edward,” Carlisle gestured to his two companions.

“Oldest son?” Charlie Swan said sharply.

“Yes - I have three others, but we did not want to overwhelm you,” Carlisle said. “They are here, if you would like to meet them?”

“Yes. We want to know the entirety of your coven,” Harry said bluntly.

Carlisle grimaced and nodded. “Of course. My other children - Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper.”

Three more Cullens materialised from behind Carlisle Cullen - a tall blonde girl who was utterly breathtaking to look at, had a displeased expression, and was wearing the genuine designer version of my knock-off winter coat. The second was a bear of a man, with the friendliest face, and curly black hair, who winked at me as he wrapped an arm around the blonde girl’s shoulders.

And then a lanky blond boy with a dark expression and wavy blond hair, who hovered in the shadows, his features mostly obscured. All of them had the same golden eyes, the same pallor and dark under-eye circles. But they didn’t look or behave like other nomads that had passed through. They looked… like a nice family.

Maybe in a decade, Jacob, Seth, and I would be joined by Emmett Cullen for the ‘burn or bury’ booze up. He looked like he’d be the most up for livening up these meetings.

“Your family has grown.” Billy’s voice was accusing, and I turned to look at his stern expression.

“My son, Jasper, joined us in 1965,” Carlisle Cullen said politely, “Looking for a different lifestyle. We have abided by your terms, and would not have returned to this area if we were not prepared to continue to do so.”

The Quiluetes weren’t thrilled with that news, and Charlie just looked kind of tired. Freddie was taking notes on his phone, and I was just cold and getting bored again… until I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye.

Jasper was prowling away from the others, closer to me, where I stood at my uncle’s side. Both eyes were on me, like liquid amber, and I finally got a good look at him.

Jasper was Him - the boy hovering over me, half-dressed on the gurney; the boy kissing my scar, and sliding in behind me in the shower. The boy that had hovered at the edges of my visions and dreams since I was young, with adoration in his eyes and gentle touches.

The boy I’d love so fiercely and deeply…

Talk about a terrible time to finally meet.

“Oh fuck,” I said, as I looked at him, eyes wide. All those wretched cliches that terrible books write about happened at that moment. I was enchanted, besotted, and absolutely irrevocably attached to this Jasper Cullen. He was mine.

“Step back!” Harry barked out, but Jasper Cullen ignored him, watching me carefully. I couldn’t help myself; I smiled brightly at him, and he kept moving towards me. Flashes of knowledge were appearing in my head, and for some reasons I kept seeing the Lovers card, still in my deck at home. I could hear people talking, getting angry, but it was like the buzz of insects as Jasper Cullen got closer to me. His hand reached out slowly, to stroke the curve of my cheek, studying me with the strangest look on his face.

And then the pain hit, like someone had shoved an ice pick through my left eye and into my brain. The visions were folding over and over, like origami, before I could decipher them. Choices being made, minds changing, so fast I could keep up. I heard myself cry out as I fell, and then everything was dark.

Then I was seeing things in real time. The way I fell, blood running from my nose, to everyone’s utter horror. My eyes were rolled back in my head, and my body jerked in a seizure a few times before I was still.

But no one could get near me. As soon as I had fallen, Jasper had crouched over my prone form, with a horrified look on his face. Everyone was yelling and trying to get closer, and Jasper let out a snarl that was, frankly, terrifying before refocusing on me, taking my hand and plucking my glove off it, to rest against his own cheek. Whatever that was supposed to achieve did nothing, and whilst everyone else was yelling and bickering, he let out a low whine that was so pathetic, if I’d had any control over my body, I would have sat up and given him a hug.

Then Carlisle Cullen placed his hands up to the Council in a gesture of peace and nodded to Emmett before approaching Jasper.

The conversation would have been too low for anyone else to hear, but not me, in whatever kind of vision this was.

“Jasper, I understand,” Carlisle Cullen said in a low voice. “But she’s got a medical condition, you need to let her people take care of her.”

Jasper growled low, Emmett’s hand on his shoulder.

“Bro, c’mon,” he said. “You’re scaring them,” he nodded over his shoulder. Sue’s face was white with fear, and I was scared that Harry was going to stroke out on the spot.

And I was there, Sleeping Beauty, with a smear of fresh blood on my face.

“I can’t,” Jasper seemed to force out between gritted teeth. “She’s mine.” It was said with determination and desperation, and a deep tenderness.

I was pleased that whatever my embarrassing collapse had been, at least I knew we were on the same page -that we knew each other and we knew each other.

And just like that, like they were magic words, my eyes open and I was back in reality, staring up at the man-boy who was staring at me like I held the secrets to the universe.

“Alice, did he hurt you?” Freddie called out in a strained voice.

“No, that was me. Too much new information,” I said, as I began to sit up, Jasper sliding my glove back on my hand before I realised it was still missing. He held out his hand to help me up, his touch so careful and gentle.

“Okay, good. Come over here,” Freddie motioned for me to move to where the group seemed to have bunched across from the Cullens. Charlie Swan looked murderous. “She’s nothing to you, boy, just let her go.”

I winced when Freddie said that, realising immediately it was like a red flag to a bull, and all of a sudden there was a lot of motion. Jasper growled, attempting to shove me behind him - to protect me? - whilst Emmett and Carlisle Cullen decided it was time to get Jasper physically under control, and pulled him back towards where the rest of the family was standing.

I tripped over a rock and stumbled but righted myself as Jasper was bodily dragged back to where Esme, Rosalie, and Edward Cullen were waiting, looking worried.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Mrs Cullen asked as I moved back to Freddie’s side, where he quickly clasped me to him, giving me the once over.

“I’m fine,” I said before catching Emmett having bent Jasper’s arms behind his back at a hideous angle, his knee digging into Jasper’s spine. “Oh, don’t hurt him! Please!” I made a move towards them but Sue grabbed my arm, and Jasper turned to stare at me with what I can only describe as hope.

“I think this meeting is done,” Charlie Swan said finally. “You agree to maintain the existing treaty - that’s all we need. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, we don’t want to cause any issues,” Mrs Cullen said, and Freddie snorted, shielding me with his body.

I felt like a prisoner being frog-marched back to the car.

“Back at the Brandon’s?” Charlie said, as we arrived at the cars.

“Of course,” Freddie said. “Coffee and debrief.”

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queenofeden · 5 years ago

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　After a day or so of hearing and learning about this beautiful apprentices I just had to doodle them. ♡

　 Tumblr won't let me just send my unfinished mess in the group chat so here it is for the world.

𝑽𝒆𝒈𝒂 (@athousandstarstodreamon) • 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍 (@queenofeden)

𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒌 (mine) • 𝑾𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒏�� (@16reapergrell66)

#I CAN'T BELIEVE U DREW!! MY BABY!! ALL OUR BABIES!!!#THEY ALL LOOK SO LOVELY #i'm obsessed with all of laurel's little shoulder/arm freckles and i love the style of her hair i like #the longer i look at it the more detail i find and i fall in love all over again #vega is so beautiful?? wyverne looks so sassy and wOW tarek is handsome #point is i'm dead now i died u straight up killed me #the arcana #apprentice laurel tag #apprentice vega tag #apprentice tarek tag #apprentice wyverne tag

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sourcherrybomb · 4 years ago

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SoKai Week 2020 - Day 5 - Beneath the Light of Vega and Altair

Synopsis: When they were children, Sora told Kairi the story of the fearless sailor Altair and his voyage to meet his beloved, the Sea Goddess Vega. Kairi, seeing herself as Altair, embarks on her own journey to find her Vega, Sora.

Sneak Peak: After a certain point Kairi stopped keeping track of time. Sometimes she would lie down and think about her time with Sora to see if her heart could make any connection to his.

Tags: Romance, Angst, All Ages, KH3 Spoilers, F/M

Prompt for the Day: Sea and Sky / Tanabata / Star-Crossed Lovers

Words: 1.8k

Fanart By: @anniths

Using the countless stars and constellations scattered across the nighttime skies, sailors would always find their way back home.

Many believed it to be a wives’ tale, something told to scared and nervous children to assure them that their parents would come back from sea. Others saw it as a part of their heritage, a belief not to be taken lightly. Regardless of your stance on it, the young children of Destiny Islands grew up learning how to navigate the stars and memorizing the constellations.

As someone who was not originally from the Islands, Kairi had to spend a lot of time catching up to the rest of her Islander peers. Even Selphie, a girl who had no desire to sail or explore other worlds, knew more about finding your way using the stars. As one of her few female friends, Kairi cherished her, but did lament at this fact for the longest time.

Of course, whenever she did have trouble, Sora and Riku would always come to help her out. Out of the two, Riku was definitely the more studious one. If Kairi aimed at a random part of the night sky, the boy could point out several stars that could be used to determine direction or even time of day depending on its position. Sora on the other hand wasn’t as proficient in navigation, but could talk your ear off about the constellations and their meanings.

While Sora found himself jealous of Riku’s demonstrable skills, it was his love for the stories behind the stars that, unbeknownst to the both of them, drew Kairi to him. She loved hearing stories about the various heroes and monsters placed amongst the stars, and Sora was more than willing to prattle on about them. But out of all the stories Sora shared with her, Kairi found herself holding the story of Vega and Altair close to her heart.

Altair, a proud and boastful sailor, proclaimed that he would sail through every sea and ocean in the world to prove that his skills were amongst that of the gods. Cygnus, God of the Sky heard of this boast. Thinking that Altair would fail spectacularly, Cygnus offered the hand of his daughter, Vega the Sea Goddess, in marriage. Once he set sail, Altair was faced with countless obstacles sent by Cygnus to sabotage the sailor’s efforts. Each challenge shook at his pride and humbled him. However, he did not relent and continued on his journey. Unbeknownst to Altair, Vega had watched over the sailor during his adventures and over time came to love him.

It would take him decades, but Altair did successfully sail through the seas and oceans. At once, Vega greeted him with a loving embrace. Furious at this outcome, Cygnus cast away the now old sailor with a powerful gust of wind, separating the lovers.

Lost at sea and nearly drowning without his vessel, Altair was greeted by a vision of Vega. Overcome with her love for Altair, the goddess gave the sailor a blessing of immortality and eternal youth as long as he stayed on the ocean. In return, Altair would have to complete his journey once again in order to get one day with Vega. This precaution was put in place by Vega so as to not incur the wrath of Cygnus. Undaunted by this task, Altair set off to sail towards his betrothed. The storytellers of Destiny Islands say that year after year, Altair completes his journey and is reunited with his beloved Vega.

Kairi, now a young woman, hoped that she would be able to reunite with the Sora that she loved so much, similar to Vega and Altair.

After the final battle with Xehanort and the True Organization XIII, Sora was able to do so with Kairi after his countless trials. However, just like Vega and Altair, all she got from him was one day together before he had to leave. Not willing to live a life like Vega, constantly waiting for her love to return, Kairi decided to switch the roles.

She saw herself as Altair and took on the challenge of finding Sora’s whereabouts. For once in her life, Sora would await his rescue, similar to the beloved Vega.

It was this decision that made Kairi decide to look everywhere for clues in order to obtain clues on where Sora could be. This search led her to look within her own heart, a journey made possible with the help of the Ansem the Wise and his apprentices. The scientist told Kairi that she would be put into a comatose state similar to Sora’s after his time in Castle Oblivion. Like Namine for Sora, Ansem the Wise and his apprentices would help take care of her while she slept.

The idea of once again being left in such a helpless state wasn’t the most comforting idea to Kairi. Afterall, the first time was under much more... dire circumstances. But if it had any chance of making her have a more proactive role in searching for Sora, then it’s a fear that she would nonetheless overcome.

Ansem the Wise assured her that if things went smoothly, she wouldn’t be left in such a state for too long. At first, Kairi was put to sleep for hours at a time. As progress was made, those hours turned to days.

Days turning to weeks.

Weeks to months.

Those months eventually become a year.

After a certain point Kairi stopped keeping track of time. Sometimes she would lie down and think about her time with Sora to see if her heart could make any connection to his. But those thoughts always came back to her personal declaration to act as Altair. Like the sailor, was Kairi acting too proud by making such a statement? Perhaps the trials she went through on her search weren’t enough to prove her strength?

Of course, she’d push those thoughts away. If there was anything she’d take away from the sailor was his absolute stubbornness to achieve his goal of reaching Vega. Kairi’s persistence led her up to the present, where she found herself back at the Final World. This wasn’t Kairi’s first trip to this purgatory during her search, but it definitely was different from the previous visits. Instead of a clear blue sky, she is surrounded by an inky black, star-filled sky.

On instinct, Kairi stares into the vast sky above, searching the countless lights until she finds Vega. Focusing her mind and heart on Sora, she walks towards the star. Eventually, the rest of the stars fade away from Kairi’s vision as her seemingly endless trek towards Vega continues. Just as she feels like giving up, far away on the horizon she sees something.

Someone.

Once Kairi registers what she sees, she makes a mad dash for the person, seemingly lit by the light of Vega. But as she continues to run, Kairi can’t help but feel like he’s only getting farther away. Still running, tears run down her eyes as she calls out his name, her words never reaching the young man.

Until suddenly, he turns around. On his face is a somber smile.

Just as her legs begin to give out, Kairi catches up with the young man and brings him into a loving embrace, the both of them falling to the ground. She has so many things to say, so many words to convey her loneliness for the past year and the relief for finding him. But after all the yelling on top of being out of breath, all Kairi can muster out is a single word. A single name.

“Sora…”

“I’m here, Kairi.”

As time passes, the two continue to lie in their embrace, enjoying each other’s company. Occasionally they would meet eyes, but Kairi always found herself nuzzling her face into Sora’s chest. In return, Sora would rest his chin on her head. To the two of them, it was like the sky was lit by only Vega and Altair. But eventually, on the horizon of The Final World, a sun begins to rise.

Sora glances at his left hand and frowns as a crystal slowly envelops it. With his other hand, he gently wakes up Kairi. At first she’s smiling at him, but her expression quickly turns to shock as the crystal enveloping Sora’s hand travels up his arm. The both of them stand up, the rising sun creating a light behind Sora as he places his right on Kairi’s cheek to wipe away a tear.

As the sun continues to rise and the star and night sky melt away, the crystal continues to overtake Sora’s body. Kairi, still in shock, is nearly unable to say anything. At least until the crystallization reaches Sora’s neck. As she opens her mouth, more tears fall from her eyes.

“Sora… I’ll come back to you. I promise!”

“I know you will.”

Just as the crystal envelops the rest of Sora’s body, he smiles at Kairi once more, tears streaming down his face. As the rising sun behind Sora overtakes him, the crystallized Sora fades away.

Falling onto her knees, Kairi lets out a pained yell as she starts to sob.

She was Altair, and she did find her Vega. But like Altair, Kairi was unable to stay with her love for more than a day.

Unable to break the cycle.

After a while, Kairi composes herself. She wipes away the tears on her face as she slowly rises from the ground.

Staring into the morning sky, Kairi makes another promise to herself.

Even if it took another year, she’d reunite with Sora. But unlike her model, Kairi swore that she wouldn’t be separated. She would take her love in her arms and never let him go.

They would meet again, beneath the light of Vega and Altair.

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Out of all the oneshots I’ve written up until now, I feel the most proud of this one. I’ve never really written anything with angst before, so this was a fun experiment. I blame Yoko Taro and his games as they were my inspiration for my need to create a bittersweet ending. Because of this, I want to ask you all something:

Do you think Kairi’s promise here is a hopeful one or a desperate one?

Please think about Altair and Vega when you consider your answer. This oneshot is one where I hope its readers can walk away with unique thoughts on it. Nothing is right or wrong when it comes to answering the question.

As usual, shoutout to the Sokai: Destined Oath Discord server, and a special thanks to the server member Gee for acting as my Beta Reader.

Thanks for Reading!

#sokai #sokaiweek #sokaiweek2020 #Day 5 #kingdom hearts fanfiction #sora #kairi #fanfiction #oneshot #F/M #sourcherrybomb

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reliciron · 4 years ago

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The Sharr Legacy

@legacystarwarred tagged me, thank you!

Unfortunately, all of my toons are independent of each other, so there are no family stories or instances where they work together. I’ve also gone through a metric ton of toons, so I’ll only highlight the important ones.

Tagging @actualanxiousswampwitch, @awryen, @sithwarriorscum, @berriku, and @eabevella (only if you guys want to of course).

Name: Ashanam, Lord Kallig, Darth Imperius

Gender: Male

Species: Twi’lek

Status / Position: Alive / Ex-Dark Council Member

Relationship: Attros Finn, sorta

About Him: My original Assassin. I first played the game in like 2013? somewhere around there, but it was too much for my laptop to take and I had to focus on school. Ashanam is the only survivor of that era.

He has your typical slave background for an Inquisitor, but in the years since I stopped playing up until last year I would make up that the Dark Council fell to the Republic and that he had been captured while helping his apprentices escape. Since being Sith was never his idea, he was open to being ‘rehabilitated’ by the Jedi. Finn was the first Jedi that treated him like a person instead of a feral animal, and because Ashanam behaved around him, Finn ended up being in charge of his recovery. Eventually they ended up together, even if it was a secret from the rest of the Jedi, but my imaginings never made it beyond that. So he’s a sort of AU Inquisitor.

Name: Jet Vehl

Gender: Male

Species: Chiss

Status / Position: Alive / Ex-Cipher 9, former Imperial Vigilante, currently Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Relationship: Theron Shan

About Him: He had an extreme falling out with his family on Csilla which is why he abandoned his Chiss name, taking only the root ‘Jet’, and literally making a new name for himself as an Imperial citizen. Before joining the Empire, he’d worked in the secret police of the Aristocracy, so Imperial Intelligence were quick to take him as soon as he registered. Joining the Empire was the first thing he really chose for himself, so for a long time he was very loyal.

That loyalty was shaken by Watcher X and the plot with Darth Jadus, and then fully broken when he discovered the origin of his mind control. If the SIS hadn’t used the keyword on him, he might have eventually joined them for real, but all that went out the door as soon as they uttered that word. At the end of his class story, he essentially told both the Empire and the Republic to go fuck themselves and took the black codex for himself, becoming a sort of galactic Batman hunting down corruption on both sides.

At the beginning of the Shadow of Revan, he didn’t trust Theron as far as he could throw him, but eventually the idiot managed to squirm his way into Jet’s cold, dead heart where he stayed all the way through KotFE and KotET. The Crisis on Umbara nearly broke him, and it took a very long time for Theron to earn his forgiveness, but they did get back together and ended up married.

Name: Caden Vega

Gender: Male

Species: Mirialan

Status / Position: Alive / Champion of the Great Hunt, surviving member of Clan Lok (Mandalore the Vindicated’s clan), Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Relationship: Arcann

About Him: Currently the farthest toon I have, he’s finished all the story content so far and is the closest thing I have to a main.

He’s a very easy going guy. Honorable, loyal, practical, but kinda gruff and quiet

He was born on Mirial to a family with a proud line of Republic officers. He enlisted as soon as possible and had made it to the rank of lieutenant in the SpecOps division before The Incident occurred. Thanks to a commander’s corruption, he watched most of his squad die and lost both of this legs. When the brass failed to charge the officer in question, he left immediately after his recovery. With the skill-set he had, becoming a bounty hunter was a logical choice for him, and he quickly found that he really enjoyed the hunt. His family, including a younger sister who’s also a soldier, don’t approve, and after he starts getting notoriety in the Great Hunt, they stop talking to him all together.

He doesn’t like working for the Empire, but knows beggars can’t be choosers, especially after Serros makes him the Rpublic’s most wanted. But Darth Tormen was a bastard, he choked Mako, and from that second on Caden wanted to kill him, so the Chancellor really didn’t need to persuade him at all, honor be damned.

The Revan bullshit and Ziost were a whirlwind that he really wasn’t being paid enough for. He’s 36 by the time the Eternal Empire shit kicks off. Arcann is the first guy to defeat him in a really, really long time, so that gets his attention on Asylum, even through the whole being-stabbed business. He bonds with Senya really quick, likes her sense of honor and ruthless efficiency when it counts, so when she said that there was something worth saving in Arcann, he believes her. He lets them go, buys them time on Voss, and later accepts him into the Alliance. He still didn’t trust him, but he couldn’t ignore the usefulness of having an extremely powerful Force-user on your side, especially when facing down Vaylin. Helping to defeat his sister and then his father did wonders for Caden’s opinion of him, but it still takes a long time before either of them admit to any feelings. By the end of The Nathema Conspiracy, they are secretly together with only Senya, Lana, and Theron knowing about their relationship for now, but they plan on eventually being completely open about it

#swtor #bounty hunter #imperial agent #sith inquisitor #the sharr legacy #caden vega #ashanam #jet vehl #OC gushing #tagging meme

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mikrowrites · 5 years ago

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all hail the magic man

•part eight•

Doctor Strange x Apprentice!OC(platonic)

A/N: I like to think of this gif being Stephen seeing lil Charlie all grown up :,) Stephen is SO S O F T in this chapter I think he might be a lil ooc, oops sorry :|

“Charlie! Charlie!”

Charlie’s eyes flickered open, the girl letting out a groan. Tony helped her sit up, Charlie leaning against him as Steve and Thor were on their knees, concerned. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do a scan on her.”

She smirked at them all. “I feel like I’m having Canada PTSD.”

“Well, did Canada give you a broken rib?” Tony scoffed.

Charlie laughed, hissing at the pain in her abdomen. She cast a ritual, fixing what she could and numbing the pain. “It was kinda a blur.”

Tony rolled his eyes, helping her up. Charlie finally gathered her bearings, following the three out of the rubble. Their eyes locked onto a familiar being.

“Well, when you mess with time, it tends to mess back.” Charlie seethed.

Thanos, well, Thanos from 2014 sat a couple yards away. His blade was embedded in the ground, the trademark helmet hung on it. Charlie tightened her fists.

“What has he been doing?” Tony questioned Thor.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Where are the stones?” Steve asked.

“Somewhere under all this. All I know is he doesn’t have them.” Tony hissed.

Charlie formed two shields over her fists. “So we keep it that way.”

“You know it’s a trap, right?” Thor turned to Charlie, an unreadable expression on his face.

Charlie shared a glance with Tony and Steve, all of them sharing a nod of agreement.

“Yeah,” Charlie sighed, fixing her eyes on the mad titan. “and I don’t much care.”

“Good. Just as long we are all in agreement.” Thor’s eyes glowed, summoning Mjölnir and Stormbreaker as he shifted into a suit. “Let’s kill him properly this time.”

The four began to approach Thanos, ready for the fight of their lives. Charlie held her shields at her side, phasing into a set of robes she had waited for this very moment to wear, the fabric a golden yellow. She had taken them several years ago, and now was going to put them to good use.

“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.” Thanos stated to the four.

“Yep, we’re all kinds of stubborn.” Tony grunted.

“I'm thankful. Because now, I know what I must do.” Thanos stood up, walking over to his blade. He placed his helmet onto his head. “I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then... with the stones you've collected for me, create a new one. Teeming with life, but knows not what it has lost but only what it has been given. A grateful universe.”

“Born out of blood” Charlie spat.

“They’ll never know it. Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”

With a shout, Thor and Tony went straight at Thanos as the fighting began.

“Okay Thor, hit me!” Tony yelled. Thor brought both of his weapons together and sending a large jolt of electricity Tony’s way. His suit absorbs it, as Tony then shoots Thanos with it. Thor throws Mjölnir to try and hit Thanos, only for him to use Tony as a shield, the man falling to the side.

Steve and Charlie advanced on Thanos, the girl using portals to help Steve navigate around the titan to fight. But Steve is knocked away, thrown into Charlie who falls as well into the dirt.

Thor tried to attack Thanos, only for the mad titan to counter, choking him and punching him repeatedly. The god tried to reach for Stormbreaker but Thanos uses it, trying to imbed it into Thor’s chest.

Steve stood next to Charlie, as Mjölnir began to lift off the ground, suddenly returning itself to Steve’s grasp.

“I knew it!” Thor laughed, Thanos kicking Thor away, as Steve and Thanos fight. Charlie followed closely behind, ready to tag in if needed. Suddenly Thanos stabs Steve in the leg, the soldier letting out a shout.

Charlie ran forwards, notching an arrow as she shot three into the backs of each of Thanos’ arms. The titan merely turned in disgust, plucking them out.

She ran forwards, sliding under his fist as she used her shield to push against his stomach, having him stumble back. Charlie stood, shields raised as she held her ground in front of Steve, who was on the ground. Charlie held a dark and deadly look in her eyes.

“In all my years of conquest.. violence... slaughter... It was never personal. But I'll tell you now... what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet... I'm gonna enjoy it. Very, very much.” Thanos grinned wickedly, an army of countless soldiers, Chitauri and Outriders combined.

Steve slowly got back to his feet behind Charlie, placing a hand on her shoulder before he stepped in front of her. In a fierce anger, he tightened his mutilated shield to his arm, the two alone standing against the army of thousands.

Death began to smile at Charlie.

Suddenly there was a crackling through both of their communicators.

“Cap, can you hear me?”

“Sam...” Charlie inaudiblely mumbled under her breath in shock, Steve stopping and looking around.

“Cap it’s Sam, can you hear me? On your left...”

They both turned to see multiple portals forming, Sam soaring out of one of them, T’Challa, Okoye, and Shuri imerging from another.

Dozens of portals opened, thousands streaming onto the battlefield. Steve shifted his eyes to Charlie when she let out a dry, strangled gasp.

Doctor Stephen Strange descended from a portal, waltzing onto the battlefield with Wong and all of the Masters from Kamar-taj.

The heroes and people’s stood alongside Steve and Charlie, Steve letting out a shout. “AVENGERS!” He summoned Mjölnir to himself.

“Assemble.”

They all ran for Thanos’ army with a shout, Charlie bursting forwards with her shields formed.

She fought with everything she had, taking down Chitauri after Outsider, opting for using one of her shields, a pair of vaulting boots allowing her to walk the sky above the army, and a orange sparked talwar.

Charlie finished off another Outsider, leaning on her sword a moment to catch her breath. She ran a hand through her hair, inhaling deeply.

“Charlie...”

Her eyes became moist, Charlie turning to the man whom she had been focused on every day, had been fighting for the whole way.

“Hey there old man. Long time no see.” Charlie smiled.

Stephen rushed forwards, pulling Charlie into a tight hug. She clutched his cloak, burying her face into his shoulder.

“You’re okay? Nothing hurt?”

Charlie let out a shuddery sigh, pulling away with a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Better now.”

“God, you’ve grown so much...” Stephen smiled softly before sighing, his face hardening again. “We’ll talk more after. Stay behind me, shields up—“

“No funny business?” Charlie chuckled, forming her shield and picking up her sword. “I’m not a little girl anymore, dad.” She teased walking past him. A Chitauri ran at her, Charlie expertly and smoothly dodging, slicing though the soldier as she used her boots to run into the sky above.

Stephen stood with his jaw dropped, frozen at the sight of his little apprentice, now grown up, a Master of the Mystic Arts. It wasn’t until a smirk resided on his face that he shook out of his stupor.

- - - - - -

Charlie was helping Stephen hold back the water from the river when it happened.

She turned to see Stephen and Tony staring at each other, the sorcerer holding up a single finger. Charlie had to bite her tongue and squeeze her eyes shut when she realized they were condemning Tony.

Charlie broke away, Stephen calling her name as she ran towards Steve and Thor. The god was still unconscious, Steve slowly coming to.

“Charlie... the gauntlet...” Steve groaned, Charlie looking up with him with tears in her eyes.

“He’s... the one way to win... I’m sorry...” she murmured, healing him.

Steve narrowed his eyebrows in confusion as suddenly there was an explosion of light. Charlie lowered her head, standing and turning around.

Tony had snapped his fingers, Thanos and his army disintegrating into nothing. Charlie ran over to Tony, catching him as he fell to the ground, guiding him to lean on some rubble.

“Hey, eyes on me Tony.” Charlie begged, trying to heal him. Her hands shook when she realized he was beyond what she could heal. Charlie looked up at Tony with a wet smile. “Now who’s feeling like Canada?”

The man cracked a small pain-filled smile.

Charlie traced her hand along his cheek. “Thank you for everything, Tony.” A single tear slipped down her cheek, Charlie kissing Tony’s own cheek before standing.

She stepped back as Peter Parker, Rhodey, And Pepper arrived. Charlie felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to see Stephen with a solemn look.

Stephen wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his side as she leaned against him, adrenaline leaving her body. She let cries rack her body as the life left her friend’s body, her and Stephen along with the others around them kneeling to honor the man.

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Charlie groaned, rubbing at the blindfold over her eyes. Tony held her shoulders from behind, stopping her suddenly. “We’re here~”

“It’s a firing squad, isn’t it?” Charlie replied monotonously. “Oh thank God, it’s all I ever wanted for my birthday.”

“All right boys, take her out.” The billionaire joked, removing her blindfold.

His private jet was parked in front of them. Charlie let out a mock disappointed “awwww” as Tony pushed her up the steps.

“So, my dear Charlie, at the ripe age of nineteen, I’m taking you out for your first legal drink.” Tony grinned enthusiastically.

“Guess what dingus, Vegas still only allows 21.” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I have a buddy in Toronto. We are getting you absolutely trashed.” He rubbed his hands together, sitting in a plush seat.

“This makes me fear for Morgan when she turns fifteen.” Charlie sighed. “First beer in Germany.”

Hours later they were sitting at a bar in Toronto, Charlie looking through a drink menu. She turned to Tony. “I’ll get a Piña Colada I guess.”

“Fuck no, I’m not buying you a prissy drink.” Tony scrunched his face in disgust. “As your temporary guardian, I say go crazy.”

That’s why three hours and five tequila poppers later, Tony sat with Charlie on the floor of her hotel bathroom, holding back her hair.

“Oh my god Tony, I think I’m dying.” Charlie gasped, her voice slightly slurring.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were a lightweight! Now you probably have advanced liver failure.” Tony defended himself.

Charlie glared up at him. “Stephen would murder you if he were here.”

Tony smirked. “Yeah I’m counting on that.”

The next morning, several painkillers later, Charlie sat across from Tony on the jet, nibbling on a slice of toast. She looking up at the man, setting down the bread. “Thank you Tony.”

The man looked up at her. “For almost committing involuntary manslaughter?”

“My uh—my dad died when I was thirteen, and Stephen is a bit stricter that my dad was... it’s nice to get a taste of what having a dad is like again.” Charlie smiled to herself, looking back up at Tony.

Tony smiled genuinely at her.

“Any time, kiddo.”

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PART NINE (FINALE) COMING AUGUST 12TH

Taglist: @knightofreaders @imabookworm31 @lizlil @viarogers

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nightiingaled-a · 4 years ago

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name — Rook/Goose gender — male star sign — libra height — 5′3″ wallpaper on my phone — It’s STILL the trans!chuuya wallpaper, i really need to change it; it’s been so long ever crush on a teacher — No thanks. coolest halloween costume — fam was a mix of super religious & paranoid, so I wasn’t allowed to do ‘halloween’ per se, I did dress up for this halloween night celebration that the church did. it was a mad hatter/pirate mix, I think & I loved it. favourite 90s tv show — The X-men cartoons & Gargoyles, and also The Wild Thornberry’s last kiss — .......... at least 3 years I think--romantic or no. have you ever been stood up — I’ve never officially gone on any dates so no. favourite pair of shoes — my black boots w/ the rainbow laces have you ever been to vegas — my dad drove through it in a 18-wheeler with me inside??? favourite fruit — Watermelon. favourite books — Tamora Pierce’s series. Sabriel by Garth Nix & the Ranger’s Apprentice series all time favourite shows — Firefly is the one one my mind last movie you saw in theatres — Uh....The Ri.se of Sky.walker, I think.

tagged by: snatched it. tagging: be gay. be crime.

#about the mun.#late munday stuff

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immortal-wolfkiller · 4 years ago

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// Mun memes <3

Name: Kira

Gender: Female

Star sign: Sagittarius

Age: 31 >.>

Height: uh... 5'7", something like that?

Wallpaper on my phone: An art of a fox with fairy lights, lockscreen is a picture of my pup Fenris.

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

Ever crushed on a teacher: Yes. We had an English teacher for half a semester in high school who was pretty young and handsome with an English accent. Mmph. I was not the only girl with the same crush. XD

Coolest Halloween costume: uh... I dont think I was ever 'cool'... oh! I worked at Arbys (fast food) Halloween night years ago, dressed as a pirate. Answered drive thru with "welcome to Arrrrbys!" In a terrible pirate voice and made delightfully awful puns to the horror of my coworkers and delight of most customers.

Favorite 90s T.V. show: Sailor Moon, The Nanny, Power Rangers, Rugrats, ALL THAT...

Last kiss: This morning. Husband kissed my forehead when I woke up with my tooth aching again.

Ever been stood up: Oh yeah. Worst one, guy ghosted me on my birthday.

Favorite pair of shoes: Due to medical conditions that make my feet swell, I wear crocs or other flexible shoes alot... I used to love my cute pair of crimson flats though.

Been to Vegas: Nah

Favorite show ever: Hm. Avatar: the Last Airbender, Doctor Who, Sailor Moon... it's hard to choose lol

Last movie seen in theaters: We tend to wait for it to hit Netflix or Redbox, so... I honestly cant remember. It was over a year ago.

Tagged by: @amelthebravennian ♡

Tagging: @the-apostates-martyr @the-painters-apprentice @dark-eyed-elegance @jadedcreole @monsieur-nicolas-de-lenfent @everarddelanden

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magicianapprenticelyra · 5 years ago

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The Apprentice Name Game (originally by @asras-wife)

A/N: I saw this going around/I have been tagged in it, but the thread was getting extra extra long so I made my own post.

Not tagging anyone but you’re free to reblog the original [HERE]

What is their name?

Who named them? Was it their birth name? Did they choose their own name?

What does their name mean?

Why did you choose that name for your apprentice?

Do they have any nicknames or favorite pet names?

Answer 1: Lyra Nguyen

Answer 2: Her birth-name was [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. She named herself Lyra, and her last name is her uncle’s last name/mother’s maiden name.

Answer 3: Lyra: Greek origin: meaning lyre. From behindthename: “The name of the constellation in the northern sky containing the star Vega. It is said to be shaped after the lyre of Orpheus.”

Answer 4: I have a great big love of the world of the His Dark Materials trilogy by Phillip Pullman. The ironic thing: while Belacqua is a consummate liar, this Lyra in particular is a terrible, terrible liar. As in, really bad at keeping a straight face while lying.

She’d be a terrible spy.

Answer 5: None in particular? After adopting Lyra as her name, Lyra’s been typically nicknamed Ly.

Nook addresses her by her name, or ‘Miss’.

#The Arcana #fan apprentice #magicianapprenticelyra #about this apprentice #this specific mimic

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wotinspntarnation · 6 years ago

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The Pursuit of Love •Chapter 1•

Pairing: Stripper!Sam x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: just shy of 2500

Warning: language, strip club ?, drinking

Summary: After endless failed dates set up by students and staff of the school you teach at, you cave in to a night out with your girls. Little did you know you’d meet the love of your life. Can the two of you make your opposite lifestyles work or will everything fall apart in the pursuit of love?

A/N: I AM HYPED ABOUT THIS OK. THAT'S ALL, ENJOY.

Beta: @ravenangel33 god bless u

Moodboard: me but I learned my mad skillz from @anotherwaywardsister

He had to be the most handsome man you have ever seen, long brown hair with hazel eyes that could kill, a pure white smile framed with the most beautiful dimples you’d ever seen, and his body. God was he chiseled, with the strongest V line, and just enough hair to cover his pecs along with a delicious happy trail.

The amount of adrenaline and excitement that pumped through your veins straight to your core was insane with him dancing and grinding above you. You flung your head back as a fit of laughter overtook you; there was no way this was real.

Just as you were about to pull your head back up, he was licking a stripe from your collar bone to your chin. “Mm, so fucking beautiful.”

Did you hear him correctly, or was the music too loud for you to decipher his words?

You loved your job and how you could teach an Advanced Literature class, which was really just conspiracy theories, as long as you assigned homework. “Guys, it’s been two months; I think I’m allowed to assign a three page essay now”

“Butttttt, Y/N, you’re the cool teacher.” whined Nick.

You came around the desk, taking a seat on it. “Oh Nick,” you sighed. “I could definitely make it five or ten pages like the other teachers… .”

A collective gasp and “nooooo” came from your class of juniors and seniors followed by Nick’s sigh, “Fine, at least let it be fun.”

“Oh sweetie, everything I do is fun.” You winked, his cheeks turning bright red as he began to shift in his seat.

You slid off the desk, coming up to the white board to grab a dry erase marker. “All of my seniors know me well; that’s why they’re in here for a second year,” you began while uncapping the marker and turning to the group. “I want you all to tell me about a conspiracy you genuinely believe in, no matter how crazy. No one will be reading it but me, and the grading is simple; show me why you believe it..”

You wrote the assignment with stars at each end. Capping the marker and setting it on your desk you smiled, “And yes, I know. ‘But it’s Friday!’ That’s exactly why you have a week to finish it instead of the weekend.”

All the students began shoveling books into their bag; and as you finished your sentence, the bell rang. “Have a good weekend, kids!”

Not even ten minutes after the bell rang, you heard a sudden voice. “I have a surprise!”

“Fucking Christ, Elizabeth. You scared the hell out of me; let me hear it.” Elizabeth was wonderful, and the only teacher friend you could stand. Vegas was a difficult place to make friends, let alone trying to make them while working at a school.

“Wellllll, I know you haven’t had the best of luck with the douchebags here,” she began.

You rubbed your fingers at your temples, “Yeah, don’t remind me of all the messy dates my students and you have tried to set up,” you chuckled.

She sat on your desk, “Yeah Yeah, anyways! You’ve also been stressing about work, SO Rachelle, Marissa, and I are taking you to a strip club tonight,” she finished, bringing her hands together.

Your eyes widened, meeting her gaze. “You know I have eighteen year olds in my class right? With my luck, I’ll end up seeing one of them there.”

“Okay the likelihood of that happening is very small. You have no choice! We’re picking you up at 8!” She called back, jogging out of your room.

You slumped back into your chair, “I swear, if I see any of my students there, I will have nightmares.”

You heard a knock at your door, Elizabeth’s jaw dropping as you opened it. “Okay, I’m used to seeing the Y/N who wears jeans and button ups most days; where is this coming from?”

You blushed, curling slightly into yourself. You were wearing a skin tight, satin pink romper matched with a diamond choker and black, peep toe pumps. “I don’t get out much… .” you stated as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You look hot, don’t even deny it. So grab your shit; we’re about to to go watch sexy men strip for us!” She shrieked.

As you walked down the strip, heads turned. All of you were dressed for the night of your life, and boy was it going to be that. “Oh my god, Marissa! You’re engaged!” You giggled while shoving her lightly. All the girls broke out into another fit of laughter.

“Okay. In my defense, I can look; but I can’t touch.” She managed to choke out in between laughs.

As you came into the club, you were escorted to a center table near the front by an older gentleman who had a salt and peppered beard. “God, would I love to get my hands on that. Think he’s a sugar daddy?” Rachelle purred as he walked away.

“Okay, so here’s the lowdown. There’s four songs; we get a beer per song.” Elizabeth spoke, pressing her pointer finger against the table.

“No getting shitfaced tonight, Y/N,” the table laughed. You put your hands up. “It is not my fault that I can handle liquor better than you.” An ‘oooooh’ echoed as the lights dimmed.

Stage lights turned on as the first beats for “Salt Shaker” began. There, stood five beautiful men dressed in trousers and white button ups, forming a “v”. Within seconds of the song starting, they ripped off their shirts and pants leaving them in Calvin Klein jock straps.

To the back left, there was a man who was smaller in stature, but still toned, with light chestnut hair that flopped to one side and blue eyes. To the back right, there was a man similar to his height, but a little more built with a wider rib cage and dark brown hair with a short cut and piercing blue eyes. In the front was the older man who escorted you to the table, he was shorter than the rest; but lord did he have a nice body with tousled brown hair and gray/blue eyes.

Between him and smaller statured one, there was a taller man with messily spiked, dark blonde hair and gorgeous green eyes, about the same build as the one to the back right. But the last one.. he had to be the most stunning. He was the tallest, with long brown hair that didn’t quite part down the middle and hazel eyes that weren’t quite brown, weren’t quite green. He was the most toned and built out of all of them with a light layer of hair that adorned his massive pecs and trailed down to his crotch in between the strongest V line you had ever seen.

The song came to a close, the room went pitch black, and you could hear shuffling. “You ladies are in for a treat tonight” beckoned from the surrounding speakers. The beat for “Candy Shop” began as he spoke, “Tonight we have our newest member, Jack.” A spotlight at the mid left table flicked on as Jack jumped on the table. “The apprentice, Castiel.” Another spotlight turned to the mid right table as Castiel jumped on the table. “A very loved, Dean.” You practically had to turn all the way around to watch the repeated process at the back center table.

Whipping around, a spotlight was on your table. The beautiful, long haired man stood across from you at the table. “A favorite, Sam.” Marissa shoved you little as your jaw hung open at the sight of him jumping on the table.

Snapping out of it you scanned everyone, “Was this planned?!” All of them giggled, wooing at the lumberjack on your table.

“And you ladies can’t forget about me..” he trailed off as a spotlight hit him on the stage. “I guess you could call me the god of stripping, but for now call me Chuck.” He winked, sliding the mic stand behind him.

They were all dressed in camouflage pants, combat boots, a white shirt, dog tags, and an Army style hat. As the lyrics “I’m a seasoned vet” blared through the speakers, they all ripped off their shirts and dropped to their knees. You made eye contact with Sam, and you felt like your heart was in your throat. There was so much going on, but you couldn’t help notice that his eyes were locked with yours. They weren’t roaming to the other women at your table, even as they filled his pants with dollar bills. All the guys must choose a lady to look at during the number; that had to be it.

As the song finished up, Sam took a hundred dollar bill from his belt and tucked it into the plunging neckline of your romper. With a wink, he jumped off the table and the lights went off again.

Before the next song even started all the girls were screeching, “Oh my god Y/N!!! That was so hot.”

“Down On Me” boomed through the speakers as the lights turned back to the stage, the men in an opposite “v” from the first song. Jack and Castiel were in the front, Chuck in the back. Leather vests with hoods adorned their bodies, hoods up. They also had on leather underwear and open fingered gloves to match. Through the entire song, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Sam, and it seemed he couldn’t keep his off you.

Sams POV

More often than not you had women request your table; it was nothing new. The chosen woman would sit directly across from the stage; you would do the dances and be done. It was never special; they were always brides to be or married women, and you knew your boundaries.

You watched from the back door, waiting to see what woman Chuck escorted to your table. Jack, Dean, and Cass came up next to you. “Heard this one is single, and hot.” Dean jabbed at you with his elbow while leaning into you. You shushed him, and Chuck escorted a group to your table. You waited to see who would be placed in the sacred chair.

“Holy shit.” Castiel muttered as a beautiful woman in a satin pink outfit sat down. Chuck caught your gaze and winked at you.

“Holy shit is right. God she’s beautiful and curvy.” Dean stated, and he was right. She was perfect. You turned around, speed walking into the dressing room.

“Dude, you’re pacing like me, but I’m the one who’s new.” Jack laughed, the others joining in.

“I don’t know man; I’ve never felt like this, they’re all usually about to get married or are already married. Never had to worry about actually being attracted to them.”

Dean slapped his hand against your back, “Well Sammy, tonight’s your lucky night.”

Thank god your outfits were made to restrain erections, because you’d had one since the lights turned on during the first show. The second show was even better; you could see her beautiful Y/E/C and plump lips adorned by bright red lipstick. You couldn’t fucking wait for the final show.

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As the stage lit up for the last song, there was a chair seated at the center, facing the audience. You could hear Chuck’s voice, but he was nowhere to be seen. “As some of you may know, Sam has the final show. A lucky lady gets a personal lap dance from him, and generally she knows who she is. But tonight, it’s a little different. Miss Y/L/N, please come up.”

You gasped, looking back and forth from each girl as they giggled, shooing you up to the stage. You seated yourself as you heard Chuck’s voice again, “Have fun sweetheart, and do keep your eyes forward until instructed otherwise.

The spotlight dimmed slightly and as “Ride” began, the crowd of women roared. Suddenly, a blindfold was obstructing your vision and two giant hands were running down each arm, your core throbbing. Sam spun the chair around as the music picked up; your hands grasped it in shock. “Don’t worry darling, I’ve got ya.” Your body was overwhelmed with not only his hands touching every bare inch of your body, but his scent. It was unique, vanilla and sandalwood.

As the second verse began, he took the blindfold off. The beautiful view of Sam in jeans and a bow tie being the first thing your eyes caught, raking up his body to his pearly white smile caged between two dimples, then up to his eyes that were watching your every move. As the final chorus was beginning, you flung your head back.. there was no way this was real. Just as you were about to pull your head back up, he was licking a stripe from your collar bone to your chin. “Mm, so fucking beautiful.”

Did you hear him correctly or was the music too loud for you to decipher his words? You gasped, your panties were immediately drenched, and you could tell he knew as his cock strained in the jeans against your stomach. As the final piano notes played, he leaned into your ear, “Meet me at the bar afterward.” He finished, nipping at your earlobe and you shuddered.

Sams POV

Your hands were shaky as you tied the blindfold. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your mind of the anxiety. She got scared as you turned the chair around, and you couldn’t help but reassure her that you had her. Everything was going fast until you took her blindfold off; then the world seemed to stop as you watched her eyes practically fuck you and then meet yours. She threw her head back, and you couldn’t help but lick her neck. She smelled decadent, and the thin layer of sweat covering her body made her glow. As the final notes played out you leaned into her, praying to God she couldn’t notice how shaky your voice was. “Meet me at the bar after.”

You high fived all the guys once you were at the bottom of the stairs in the back room. “Damn dude, I’ve never seen you that passionate on stage,” Dean commented, grabbing your shoulder and stopping you from pacing, “You asked her to wait behind, right?”

You nodded, pushing past him to grab your regular clothes. “Yeah dude, of course but I’d be fucking lying if I said I weren’t nervous. I don’t know; it’s just different. She’s actually single and beautiful.”

“And sexy.” Cass added with a smirk.

You pulled the black v neck over your head and let the front of it set slightly tucked into your Levi’s. “I’ll give it fifteen minutes for the place to clear a bit, and I’ll meet her over there.”

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Rewriting Pooh’s Adventures

With everyone getting obsessed with rewriting, I decided to rewrite myself. However, I’m going with an old topic I used to touch up upon: Pooh’s Adventures.

Basic gist: Take a movie, insert clips of Winnie the Pooh, done. However, Pooh’s Adventures ends up having such a huge meta-plot involving villains having apprentices or the reasons behind the team ups that I can’t help but see some sort of nugget worth salvaging. So that’s what I’m gonna do. Rewrite Pooh’s Adventures to be a more streamlined story.

First off, some guidelines:

1. It won’t be in video format. While Pooh’s Adventures is mainly shown through video, I feel like it would most benefit from something like written prose or comic format. Unless Sony Vegas suddenly becomes cheaper to access, the most people will have is a defunct application and a scramble to find an application that isn’t a free trial or overtly complex.

2. No crapton of characters. I made a parody of Pooh’s Adventures where Pooh had 100 people that followed him, only for the number to get quickly decimated to about twenty or so. I’m not exaggerating the number at all. I remember at least one Adventure where a character outright states the absurd number of 78. As in “It’ll be just the 78 of us”. And that number grows with each character added. So, obviously we’re gonna stick to a low number, especially starting out.

3. The Adventures in question are multi-chaptered “Episodes” of a long season. Not sure the approximate length, but 12 episodes seems like a good guideline.

With that out of the way, let’s begin:

This is a long post so...

PROLOGUE

It’ll be simple: Pooh and his friends at the 100 Acre Woods sans Christopher Robin. The set up might be a re-telling of Pooh’s Grand Adventure, but during their trip to Skull, they find Bowser there and he captures them, establishing his connection to Pooh.

EPISODE 1

Bowser then sells them to Queen Grimhilde who has them work alongside Snow White. Grimhilde has Ratigan and Fidget who keep tabs on her for Bowser. Prince Charming ends up getting replaced by Ash Ketchum, who had been separated from his friends as they faced a “legendary Pokemon”. And this inevitably gets to crossover shipping between Ash Ketchum and Snow White as she slowly realizes that Ash is the person she’s been wishing for, though Ash has cold feet about committing to a relationship, especially when he still wants to go on journeys.

Pooh is, for the most part, that kind of spectator protagonist, as are his friends. They witness the journey rather than partake in it. Of course, sometimes the characters take a course of action, like Tigger who Grimhilde easily manipulates into hunting down Snow White in trade for freeing him and his friends. This drives an already huge wedge in between Tigger and Rabbit and makes a conflict for Pooh on whether to trust one of his closest friends. Pooh, while not taking an active role, is going to be the most affected by these adventures.

The episode ends as usual, with Grimhilde dying, albeit the lighting bolt that broke the cliff is from Pikachu’s Thunder attack. Ash has a guilt trip over murdering someone in the heat of the moment (he realized he does love Snow White, but was too late to save her, at first) that he shut himself away. It’s here that he encounters newly appointed Conscience, Jiminy Cricket, who serves as Ash’s companion for his B-plots. Yeah, Ash is the deuteragonist for the story, at least for this first season. And yes, I do mean season.

Bowser, for now at least, is this overarching villain who always enters Pooh’s life in one way or another. Mostly through his associates or allies. As foreshadowing to his eventual final fight, Ratigan gets slightly angry, only for Fidget to calm him down and the two retreat. Upon hearing that Grimhilde is dead, Bowser mourns a bit for her before he mutters: “He won’t be happy to hear this”…

EPISODE 2

With Pooh and friends now freed from Grimhilde’s grasp, they go on a journey to find home. This lands them in France where they grab the interest of an inventor named Maurice, who instantly adores and wants to help them. They soon meet his daughter Belle who gripes about this man named Gaston and you know where this is going.

Ash, meanwhile, upon the advice from Jiminy, seeks to try and find someone to regain his strength. He finds Gaston and, upon hearing how he’s a hero to the town, effectively becomes a second LeFou and hangs on his every word. Though it isn’t until Ash eavesdrop on a conversation between Gaston and an old judge named Frollo that not only is Gaston a dick, but that Frollo, like Ratigan, is working under Bowser.

Gaston quips about how Frollo supposedly died at Notre Dame, only for him to chuckle and go “the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated”, all while he seemingly holds onto a wooden talisman. Ash tries to confront Gaston, only for him to beat him up and leave him for dead in the snow. There he’s taken in by the Enchantress and healed up. Jiminy recognizes her as a fey, akin to the Blue Fairy. She warns Ash that what he did against Grimhilde stained his heart with darkness and that it would take an act of equal value to cleanse it. In other words, Ash must revive or otherwise save someone’s life, even indirectly. She also warns him that dark hearts will attract other dark hearts, even if they are slightly tainted. In other words, Ash is gonna find himself bumping into villains more than Pooh will.

Speaking of, the experience at Beast’s Castle helps Pooh to better trust Tigger. There may also be a nod to the Christmas Special where they joke about that time a piano tried to kill them (may be in feature length though) and after Gaston is killed, Ash and Pooh reunite and go off on their next journey. Maurice helps Pooh out by inventing a means for easier transport. “I call it the Wah-gon.”

EPISODE 3

There, they go to Agrabah where we get a little more insight as to the villains as Jafar has a brief chat with a dark fey named Maleficent about Bowser’s plan to get revenge over Grimhilde’s death, with a brief aside that Bowser plans in involving him into the matters.

Meanwhile, Ash and Pooh are easily separated. Ash ends up with Aladdin and is concerned about his thieving considering the Enchantress’s warnings about dark hearts attracting dark hearts. However, he eases up as Aladdin hands a spare piece of bread to a child. Pooh ends up in Jasmine’s palace, where, like before, her father ends up being enamoured with the stuffed animals. Jafar easily spells trouble for Pooh and friends, especially after he mentions someone named Bowser Jr. as a potential suitor for Jasmine.

Details are rough here, but I do want to see a scene where Jasmine initially gets interested in Ash over Prince!Aladdin, if only to hammer in the point that Jasmine loved Aladdin for himself and not for his riches. There’s also a bit where Jafar, after getting the lamp and becoming a sorcerer, gloats to Maleficent about obtaining more power than her. They have a brief clash to which Bowser interferes and tells the two to knock it off. Maleficent merely glares at Jafar and leaves, telling him that pride comes before the fall. Jafar is soon defeated and with a free Genie, he decides to tag along with Pooh, just for a bit while he stretches his legs.

EPISODE 4

There’s a rather light-hearted episode about them encountering Alice and going to Wonderland. For the most part, it’s just a silly episode to break away from the more serious stories. Even a funny bit where Ratigan tries to recruit the Queen of Hearts, only to find she’s off her rocker and goes “okay, screw this, I’m outta here”. Because Wonderland is meant to be wacky. That said, there’s two important bits of information: one, Alice recognizes Pooh as Christopher Robin’s toy and explains about how he’s been busy with school but that he’ll always have Pooh in his heart. And two, Ratigan mutters that he’ll try “the other Queen of Hearts.”

EPISODE 5

Another light-hearted, but more serious story involves Cinderella. Having been through this before, Ash and Pooh resolve to beat up Tremaine, only for the Fairy Godmother to interfere and tell them that by doing so, they’ll increase the dark stain in Ash’s heart. For Tremaine to truly be defeated, they must instead help Cinderella. The group take her advice and leave to help her. The Godmother is happy at this change and waits to help Cinderella in her time of need…

Only for Maleficent to find the Fairy Godmother and kill her, taking her wand. Genie is the one that replaces her in the “Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo” sequence (citing he can’t stand to see a pretty woman cry) and stays out of helping her because he knows Pooh and Ash have it handled.

Ratigan is seen “helping” the mice, only to instead tip off Tremaine and her sisters about Cinderella. Pooh and Ash see Ratigan during the “break Cinderella out” scene and confront him, only for him to obtain control of Lucifer through a magical bell given to him by Maleficent. He uses Lucifer to nom at least some of the lesser important mice before being forced to retreat after Ash sics Pikachu at them. Ash still feels a little shook given how the last time he used Pikachu, he murdered someone, but Pooh reassures him that he’s helping Cinderella.

A dark idea I have that might not be featured because this is involving way too much than what is necessary is that Maleficent comes in Cinderella’s time of need and offers her power in trade for her allegiance to Bowser. In a moment of weakness, she accepts and burns the Tremaines, her hair turning blackish brown from the ashes. She goes full coocoo for coco puffs and embraces the teasing nickname she is given, renaming herself Cinder Fall. You can see why I’m not so keen on the idea, though if it sounds like a fun idea to you guys, I might include it.

Instead, Ash confronts Prince Charming (who ends up being the same Prince Charming that would have saved Snow White) about Cinderella and the two trade opinions. Ash tells Prince Charming that if he truly loves Cinderella, he has to be the hero and save her, while Prince Charming tells Ash about how he feels like marriage is an obligation, especially after his father passed away and it was made imperative that he married. Tempted to go further with this, go all Once Upon A Time, and reveal that he’s really the Pauper to the real Prince.

Tremaine also confronts Ash and tells her the backstory she had from the 2015 remake, where she had married Cinderella’s father and tried to make it better for them, only to realize that she had lived in the shadows of both the deceased mother and of Ella herself. She merely wanted to bring joy to their lives only to get slapped in the face and be indirectly told that she’ll never be significant in their lives. Ash shoots her down by pointing to the depressed Cinderella and telling her that rather than bring joy, she brought misery and despair and says how she will merely become a shadow that haunts Cinderella’s dreams.

So, after the glass slipper breaks, rather than bring out the spare, Prince Charming decides to go with his gut and accept Cinderella as the woman he fell in love with. Tremaine has one last talk with Cinderella where she breaks down and apologizes, only for Cinderella to forgive her. However, Tremaine is so wrecked with guilt that she feels like she can’t be forgiven, and goes into exile. Ash realizes how, like him, she too has a dark sliver in her heart that must be overtaken with an act of equal value. He goes off to follow her as Genie parts ways with Pooh to travel the globe.

EPISODE 6

This is a turning point as it’s a two-parter.

Pooh, following on a letter given to him by Alice, goes to the Darling estate, close to where Christopher Robin lives. However, they get a detour when Tinkerbell accidently puts pixie dust on Pooh and the happy thoughts of reuniting with him end up making him fly. Meanwhile, Ash finds Ratigan about to manipulate Tremaine to the dark side and confronts him. Ratigan ambushes them though and takes them to Captain Hook’s ship where they’ll be taken to Bowser to complete their corruption.

Thankfully, Hook has a one-mind track named Peter Pan and is busy fighting him instead of transporting them to Bowser. Once he gets more serious about killing Peter Pan, Ash believes it’s because he lost his hand to him and confronts him on it, only to be told that he lost more than that: Peter Pan killed his wife. Ash, having met him at some point during the battles between him and Hook, doesn’t believe him and that there has to be more to the story than that. Tremaine proves to be an effective lady on the ship and puts the pirates in line, helping Ash escape in the huge climax.

During said climax, rather than getting chased by Tick Tock like in the original, Hook tries to get Peter Pan to admit his murder. Maleficent appears and tells Hook to hurry up. The way she enters via green fiery entrance causes Hook to notice something off and remembers how his wife died: green fire. He asks Maleficent if she killed her. Maleficent gloats about it, telling him that she did kill his wife and blamed Peter Pan for it, if only to ensure that he’d side with Bowser. She reminds him that he’s only Bowser’s lapdog and that he should do as told if it’s good for him. Hook takes out a sword and swears revenge…

And then Maleficent explodes him with magic a la Watchmen. She groans and as Ash tries to fight her, she goes “ENOUGH OF THIS!” and uses the Fairy Godmother’s wand.

EPISODE 7

Ash wakes up in another timeline where Hook survives, never knowing of Maleficent’s actions, but Peter Pan has grown old and has kids. He tries to tell Hook the truth, only for him to refute Ash. He has gone on too long without revenge and the fact that Peter Pan gets to have a happy life and not him drives him to the deep end. Tremaine, meanwhile, tries to get through to Peter’s son, who has grown upset with his negligence, something she feels like she has done to Cinderella.

Pooh, meanwhile, is on another timeline where it’s Wendy who grew old and had kids. Basically the plots for both Hook and Return to Neverland happen side by side. However, Pooh is able to get through to Hook a lot easier than Ash by simply being dumb enough to let Hook come to the conclusion that Maleficent killed his wife himself. He swears vengeance on them, gives up fighting Peter Pan, and takes them back to London just as Ash returns from his version of Neverland. When the wand is used, it split the realm into two timelines, hence why London is the same. Ratigan is there to try and capture them all right here and now.

Ash retaliates by having Pikachu fight him. The fight is where Ratigan loses his temper and goes all out. The two are evenly matched until Pikachu steals the bell from Ratigan and causes him to fall off of Big Ben (with a little help from Peter Pan, who ends up getting synchronized between Hook!Peter and RTN!Peter thanks to returning to London.) Ash, not wanting to have any more blood on his hands, uses Pooh and his friends as makeshift cushions to save Ratigan and tells him to run. He does… then finds Maleficent who monologued about using the wand for her own purposes. Thinking she wants to overthrow Bowser thanks in part to his anger, he tries to fight Maleficent… only for her to step on him and call him vermin.

Oh, and at one point during this two parter, there’s a nod to Ash never aging from Peter Pan and possibly an implication that Ho-Oh gave him that immortality. And also the words “all of this has happened before and all of it will happen again” becomes a pretty relevant phrase throughout the two-parter and throughout the next couple of episodes.

EPISODE 8

Wendy informs Pooh that Christopher Robin has gone on a field trip to the amazons, so that’s where Pooh and his friends go with the help of Hook’s ship. This is where Hook departs, telling them that if they ever need a lift to simply call him with a repurposed communicator device that Bowser originally gave him. There, Pooh meets Jane, Christopher Robin’s aunt, who is out wanting to research for gorillas. There, he also meets Clayton and Injun Joe. Having met the Neverland Injuns, Pooh assumes both Clayton and Joe are friendly. Spoilers: they’re not.

This time, Ash is with the heroes and Pooh is with the villains. The reason is that Ash sympathizes with Tarzan as he had encountered someone like him before (The Kangaskhan Kid) and also how Tarzan’s savagery had him confused that he’s the one he should be worried about, not Clayton. Meanwhile, Pooh gets friendly with Clayton, while Rabbit and Tigger’s schism gets to its boiling point, causing the two to split. Tigger encounters Ash and finds the gorillas. He then goes to Clayton and tells them the location of the gorillas. This causes Clayton’s true nature to be revealed, to which Rabbit and Tigger just grow further apart.

There’s a brief war between man and gorilla, though in the moment of this, Maleficent appears before Clayton and Injun Joe and tells them to accomplish their gorilla hunting mission for Bowser. To help, Maleficent uses the Fairy Godmother’s wand to turn the in Injun Joe’s heart to turn him into a vicious Beast named Injurin’ Joe. Yes, I’m going with that. However, Joe’s new powers get to him and rather than Clayton hanging himself, as soon as he’s defeated, Joe kills and eats Clayton. Ash fights him, only for Pikachu to come in and save him with a Thunderbolt to the chest, killing Joe. Ash’s flashbacks are triggered and he shakes. Keep in mind that he’s a ten-year-old and had not only witnessed death, but also murdered two people at this point. Needless to say, Ash isn’t all right in the head, but Tremaine comforts Ash. By this point, she’s become the mother of the group, much to Rabbit’s dismay.

Jane informs Pooh that Christopher Robin sadly was lost at sea during a storm. The group is devastated. Too devastated to even move on…

EPISODE 9

A group of sailors hired by Professor Porter escort the group home on the ship, only for the storm to kick up again. Jiminy, in the midst of this, recognizes a whale that attacks them as Monstro, the very same whale that ate Geppetto and Pinocchio. With no time to react, the group is nommed by Monstro and this becomes our Belly of the Whale episode. With the very real fate of being digested by Monstro, Pooh and the others must make do with the fact that Christopher Robin may have died.

Pooh is depressed knowing his journey is for naught, Piglet is upset that Tigger and Rabbit are fighting amongst themselves, Eeyore is depressed because he’s Eeyore, Ash is convinced he’s doomed to be a villain, Tremaine is confronting her cruelty over Cinderella, and overall everyone’s bummed out. That’s when they hear a familiar voice. It’s Christopher Robin! Turns out he isn’t dead, but rather saved by Monstro. Jiminy wonders how that makes sense since the last time he met him, he wasn’t so nice…

Turns out he wasn’t. He expels them out before the newly crowned Queen of the Sea: Ursula.

EPISODE 10

Ursula, after granting the group the ability to breathe out of pity, tells them about how Bowser wanted them alive. Pooh & friends to once again be Bowser’s slave and Ash & Tremaine to become fully corrupted. Ash is tempted to use Pikachu to thundershock her, but that’s when Ursula stops him, pointing out that with each kill he racks up, it’s another stain on his heart. When it becomes fully tainted, he’ll be one with the darkness.

She locks them up and gets ready to meet Bowser. However, Ariel, in the process of trying to nab the trident from Ursula, finds Pooh and his friends, then breaks them out. Ariel ends up being fascinated with Ash and Tremaine given they’re humans while Pooh goes over and takes the Trident from Ursula. The group fight Ursula and manage to defeat her, only for Maleficent to appear and attempt to capture Pooh and his friends… Then Pooh uses Triton’s trident and causes a disruption with the Fairy Godmother’s wand, splitting the group including Maleficent. They split across time once more…

EPISODE 11

Ash awakens in the Fairy Realm where the Enchantress finds Ash. Her not knowing who Ash is confirms he’s in the distant past of Sleeping Beauty. Pooh and the others end up in a cottage where three kindly old ladies and a growing girl take them in, the present time of Sleeping Beauty (the past). And lastly, Maleficent and Tremaine end up at her broken castle in the future (the present).

Let’s break this down:

Ash and the Enchantress come across a beautiful fairy with hawk-like wings. To his surprise, she is Maleficent. Yes. I’m. Going. There. Anyways, this is the eve where Stefan goes to kill Maleficent to be crowned king. However, he can’t go through with it and so cuts off her wings. Ash confronts Stefan about this to which Stefan comments how he is willing to do anything to be king, but killing the one he loves is a line he couldn’t cross. He says that Ash should be grateful that Maleficent was spared and goes off into the night.

Pooh learn about the situation from the fairies and realize how much of a dick Maleficent is. The fairies conveniently leave out the bit where she used to be good until Stefan screwed her over. Prince Phillip is revealed to be a cousin of Prince Charming. The plot goes pretty much like Sleeping Beauty/Maleficent, except without Stefan going crazy-go-nuts in-between scenes.

Tremaine and Maleficent discuss about what Maleficent wants, as she recognizes the wand from the tales she used to read Cinderella. A wand with infinite powers, even reviving the dead if need be. She asks why she holds such a power to which she tells her about Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother. Or rather, she tells her about how she held so much power and yet did nothing when Cinderella suffered under her heel or even before Tremaine entered her life.

Tremaine is both upset and angry at this, but this time not to herself, but at the Godmother. Maleficent rubs this in by telling her about the Enchantress and how she turned a prince into a beast, with the servants being turned into items just to spite them. She gives her the revelation that fairies used to be nice and good, hearts of pure light. Then man intruded on their lands and turned them rotten. Now they wish to exact revenge on humanity, with Bowser giving them the means to do so. What she left out was that the fairies only do so to rotten humans. Those with black hearts. Prince Adam was selfish and so turned into the Beast. Injun Joe was cruel and so turned into Injurin’ Joe. Only to those who are pure of hearts or have a chance at redemption do the fairies intervene and help them.

And that’s what the Blue Fairy does: intervene. And boy is she pissed. Maleficent murdered her own kin for power. Maleficent calls her out by showing the wand. What kind of all-powerful being just sits there and does nothing while people suffer? With the wand’s power, she will save everyone, starting with herself. Before the Blue Fairy can do anything, she casts the spell and goes back in time.

Ash, due to the time travel on Maleficent’s part, ends up getting warped back to the point where Stefan is about to cut off Maleficent’s wings, only for Maleficent, the Blue Fairy, and Tremaine to appear. Maleficent tries to kill Stefan before he can do the deed, but Ash stops her and shows her how he couldn’t go through with killing her in the past. That, deep inside, he truly loved her enough to spare her. Maleficent, however, is far too gone to reconsider and before she can attack Stefan, the Blue Fairy rams into Maleficent and forces her to the present.

By this point, Pooh & friends are at the scene where Phillip is captured and the fairies go to break him out. It’s revealed that this is before Maleficent has teamed up with Bowser, let alone team up with him. Pooh and Christopher Robin break Phillip out while Rabbit and Tigger, finally finding a common ground, beat up the goblins while Piglet and Eeyore get the wagon ready for the group to ride out on. Soon, Ash’s group emerge and the two Maleficents, as they share the same time now, merge and the result is a more powerful dragon, the likes of which not even the fairies can stop. The Blue Fairy, however, summons Charizard and Ash hops on him to fight Maleficent in a sky battle while Pooh and the others figure out how to defeat Maleficent. The fairies enchant Phillip’s sword, but it can’t pierce the scales. Pooh, however, figures out a weakness and as soon as Maleficent roosts, he climbs on her. She can’t feel Pooh because he’s stuffed with fluff and during the battle, Pooh slowly and surely starts to rip apart her scales, eventually leaving a piece of flesh where Phillip can impale her. For added cool points, this is right after Ash’s Charizard does that “fly around the world” Seismic Toss he’s known for.

With Maleficent dead, Ash looks at the remains of her: the Fairy Godmother’s wand. He frowns and mutters that she’s the one whose darkness overtook her heart. He picked up the wand and with that resolve in mind, he goes to Stefan and tells her about Maleficent, only for him to break down into tears and realize the consequences of his actions. Tremaine notices this and reconciles with Stefan, telling him that what’s done is done and that they can only work towards a brighter future. She announces her intent to stay with Stefan and Aurora. Blue Fairy takes everyone back to present time where Ash finds that Tremaine had lived a good life with Stefan and Aurora, having found her one true place and redemption.

It seems like the happy ending is achieved since Pooh is reunited with Christopher Robin and Ash seems to have resolved his inner conflict, buuuut there’s one more obstacle that comes in and attacks Pooh and Ash: the same legendary Pokemon that split Ash from his friends. It descends and transforms into a warlock, who declares that Ash killed his sister, Queen Grimhilde.

EPISODE 12

The man introduces himself as Maliss and wants revenge on Ash. Ash steps forwards and tells him to kill him if it satisfies him. To which he does… Only for Pikachu to take the bullet. Cue that scene where Pikachu talks and everyone freaks out. Thankfully, Pikachu is spared thanks to the Blue Fairy’s intervention, but she ends up weakened from it. She reveals the reason fairies only intervene for good humans and punish bad ones. The pureness of someone’s heart fuels the magic. If the magic is to benefit a cruel person, then the fairy is punished for it by giving their life force. Same goes if they punish a kind person. It was put in place by Mother Nature herself to keep the Fairies in balance. There’s also one other problem, one that explains why the Fairy Godmother didn’t just bring Cinderella’s mother back: life must be paid with life. Essentially, Pikachu’s wounds transferred over to the Blue Fairy.

As the Blue Fairy dies, she tells them to seek out a wizard named Merlin. Before Maliss can continue his onslaught, Mewtwo intervenes and teleports them to his hideout: Skull, the same place Bowser was at. It turns out that the reason Bowser was there to begin with was to try and strike an alliance with Mewtwo, only for him to rebuff. Ash tries to talk to Mewtwo, given how he met him, but he tells Ash that he doesn’t remember Ash. The only human he does remember his is creator, someone named Dr. Spengler.

He explains that, like the previous Mewtwo, he escaped, but was without purpose. That’s when the Blue Fairy came and told him to prepare for a battle against the forces of Darkness. He basically gets Pooh up to speed about how Bowser is this evil dude who has legions of villains and he won’t stop until the world’s in his grasps. Ash feels guilty over what happened and goes to sulk. The Blue Fairy’s wand activates with the Fairy Godmother’s wand and sends him to an alternate universe entirely for a brief moment. There, he meets an adult Snow White who is happily married, not to him, but rather the Prince Charming that was meant to marry Cinderella. Snow White finds Ash familiar, but can’t seem to put her finger on it. Ash wants to tell Snow White how sorry he is for not reciprocating her love, but realizes that she might not even know what he’s talking about, so he words it as a “I have a friend” situation. She tells Ash not to lose hope and that true love can break any curse.

Ash flashes back and, with that resolve in mind, he goes off to revive Snow White with love’s first kiss. Snow White wakes up and they have a touching reunion. Maliss comes by to crash the party, but Pooh, with the help of Mewtwo, stop him. Bowser then arrives, fed up with Pooh’s constant interference and how each of his allies fell to him. He attacks Pooh while Ash fights Maliss. It’s a pretty climatic showdown, but Pooh is shown to be on the ropes despite putting up a good “fight” (read: running from Bowser). That is until Aladdin shows up on Carpet and slashes Bowser with a scimitar. Then Tarzan throws a spear at Bowser. Peter Pan flies in with his knife. I’d add more returning characters, but Adam’s no longer the Beast, Wonderland is explicitly a dreamish realm with no desire to interfere with this war, Ash is pulling double duty for Prince Charming, Ariel can’t walk on land yet, and Phillip died of old age.

But the point still stands, Pooh may not have strength, but he has something Bowser can never have: friends. This is made poignant when Christopher Robin, the friend that kickstarted his adventure in the process, being the one to defeat Bowser by tipping him and having him on his back. Bowser retorts by saying how his circle of mages are his friends and that he will come back with many more. Before the group can finish him off, a large owl flies in and carries Bowser off, telling him that his father wishes to speak to him.

Ash, meanwhile, utilizes a weakness of Maliss: he uses a cape that turns people into stone. Ash grabs the cape and uses it on Maliss, turning him to stone. He falls down and gravity finishes him off. Ash feels guilty at first, but doesn’t have the same twinge of malice he had when he killed Grimhilde nor the fear when he killed Injurin’ Joe. He feels Snow White hugging his back and realizes why. He wasn’t fighting for revenge or in the heat of the moment. He was fighting to protect the people he loves.

With everything neatly wrapped up, Ash leaves with Snow White to find his friends, Mewtwo stays in Skull while petting a wolf he calls Aisling, and Pooh and Christopher Robin have a heart-to-heart about school and how Christopher Robin tells Pooh that while he won’t always be around, he’ll still have a place in Pooh’s heart. Roll credits, everyone lives happily ever after, right?

WRONG!

EPILOGUE

Bowser is brought to a world of darkness by the Grand Duke of Owls. There, he is brought face to face with a robed man he calls “father”. The man demands to know why some of Bowser’s strongest wizards have been put out of commission, to which Bowser tells him of Pooh. He is intrigued by the notion that Bowser was defeated by a fluffy teddy bear, but also embarrassed. He declares that Bowser’s son, Bowser Jr., will depart to far-east Asia to prepare for the oncoming storm. Bowser tries to protest, grabbing the man by the collar. The hood falls off, revealing a skeleton.

The skeletal man reassures Bowser. He’s training with a powerful empire and that when he returns with his betrothed, he will be the most powerful Koopa in the land. Bowser is pissed, but acknowledges what needs to be done. “I know… I must avenge Mother….” The skeleton then tells the Grand Duke of Owls to fetch him a potato sack. Confused, the DGoO obliges and goes over to fetch a sack. The skeleton then summon forth bugs to go over and infest the bag, eating the potatoes and eventually making the sack its home. It then rises and stands straight up before contorting the bag to make arms and legs, and finally, a head.

“What brings me to your service, oh Wiseman?” Oogie Boogie asks.

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And yeah, that’s basically how I’d rewrite Pooh’s Adventures. Took about a good 6 hours to write up the first season. What do you guys think?

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