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charmwasjess · 5 months ago

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Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions Okay, this is embarrassing, because I got tagged in this like two weeks ago when I was in time zone stupor, copied the prompts out, and then forgot, and I think it was @stellanslashgeode who tagged me - if not, I will cry with embarrassment so don't tell me if I'm wrong.

And :'D I don't remember either who was tagged when it was going around, so here's some no pressure tags (and hop in if you want to play and I didn't tag you!) - @bolithesenate @calcedon79 @purple-ant @reconstructwriter

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

10!! :D Which is totally amazing to me. Where did they come from?! Who made them?!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

Oh god, almost 300k… I don’t have any explanation.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Star Wars! I can only handle one frenzied obsession at a time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Sitting in the Dark, Five Days to Murder Sifo-Dyas, The Thunder Answered Back, Milk Run, and hey, aww, wow, Jedi Nights?!

I’m a little surprised any of my Sifo-Dyas/Dooku stuff beat out anything else, it’s such a little tiny ship!

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do, it's my favorite part. I get a tremendous amount of inspiration and energy from engaging with people who take the time to talk to me about my work. And friends, too! I have been in my fandom since I was like 11 or 12. I’ve made lifelong friends out of my comment sections.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm a sucker for a happy ending so a lot of them end on an upbeat note, but I can’t imagine The Thunder Answered Back ending on anything other than a mixed note. I'm not gonna be able to undo Order 66, you know? It’s a salvage job, not a fix it. If Jocasta gets through the fic without killing Dooku, we will call it a happy ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

My corny Five Days to Kill Sifo-Dyas probably has the most classical happy ending for the saga but my favorite is the one in Sitting in the Dark - Qui-Gon waking up on the couch with Rael asleep next to him, and listening to Dooku and Jocasta and Sifo-Dyas wash up after the party. That little kid feeling of being safe and sleepy with your adult family happy and laughing softly nearby.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Ohhhh, if I had a dollar for every time one of my friends made some joke about me writing Count Dooku porn! But I don't care about that, if they actually read my shit, their pervert asses would become terribly addicted to it. They’d be begging at my door. “More old man yaoi! PLEASE!” (This is a joke, my local friends have been very nice about my return to fic writing and the teasing is loving.)

Weirdly, the nastiest hate comment on a fic I’ve ever gotten was in the Before era, when I was writing fic on my old teen account. It was on a young Knight-age Dooku/Jocasta one shot. It was a simple, very vanilla romantic moment with a T rating at best so I don't really get why the person was so worked up about it? I think they just couldn't get around Dooku and Jocasta (OLD PEOPLE?!?) written as young and attractive. For years, I was horribly embarrassed about the fic, like it must really actually truly suck to have someone spend so much time writing such an extensive hate comment. I must have really fucked up.

I went back and reread it recently and realized: oh, no, it's a regular fic, they were just a fucking loser.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

The…sex kind!!

But yes, I do! Mostly Sifo-Dyas/Dooku these days, but also Jocasta/Dooku and once or twice the holy Trinity of the three.

I was REALLY shy about posting it at first and I still kind of can’t believe I did, but it was absurdly good for me as a person. Great for my religious purity culture baggage, my teenage years as a closeted queer person, just a really freeing experience.

And it’s hot. And you get to think about Dooku saying or thinking the word “erection,” which is worth it just for that.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah, I’m boring.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I have been lucky enough to help with the English in bringing several of Purple Ant’s remarkable works over from Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep! In the Before time, I cowrote a lot, although I don’t think I posted much. One stands out: I remember this big rambling self-insert (we called them Mary Sues back then) I did with my bestie where we were transported to Star Wars world and we had to… I don’t exactly remember, but I think Obi-Wan falling in love with one or both of us was a big part? I went back and deleted it years later because it was so cringe. But that’s silly too - we were like twelve, of course it was silly and cringe!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I tend to be pretty fucking stupid about Syku.

It’s just. Two people who manage to collectively destroy their own universes together. They’re so connected in such strange, powerful, frightening ways, they know all of each other’s secrets, they were there on the worst days of each other’s lives, and will go on to be each other’s worst day of their life. And the way, even as they change, they can’t get away from each other, even though they both really try, it’s like they’re stuck in two orbits that have to cross.

And then you read the dumb book, and see that they’re just stupid funny and cute together, idiots who finish each other’s sentences and call each other little nicknames… augh, the bizarre sweetness of it?! It kills me. It’s the narrative doom, but also the weird, enduring love that has Dooku giving Sifo-Dyas a Jedi funeral or trying so earnestly to tell Obi-Wan his crazy version of events with his death, or how Sifo-Dyas goes running back to him for the Clone thing after he already knows so much about how Dooku factors into the end game...

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I will definitely finish The Thunder Answered Back but I kind of doubt I’ll get to the two years worth of content and every individual character’s endgame storyline I envisioned out of it. I'll stick with Dooku, Jocasta, Scout, and Asajj.

16. What are your writing strengths?

….this is embarrassing, but I tend to think I’m occasionally really funny.

Even though my fics are really serious and I haven’t written any crack, I really try to put in moments of humor, depending on my POV character’s dialogue or internal monologue. I think my best humor comes about when I can get Dooku and Sifo-Dyas in A Situation, slinging shit back and forth. Those two just take off.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I overwrite. My fics would be a lot more successful if I tightened up and left more on the cutting room floor. I get over attached to small moments of character at the expense of the plot (and let's be honest, word count.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Hmm, does sign language count? That has been really fun in Rabbit Heart. A huge chunk of the fic happens in sign language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

It’s got to be Milk Run, by a long shot. I’m really proud of that fic, but it was just such a blast to write. It was so fucking fun. And there’s all these little moments or tiny funny things I’ve left myself in it that are probably only funny to me, but they’re so funny to me.

….Like, so, at one point in the fic, Sifo-Dyas is pissed at Dooku because he can tell he and Jocasta have been sleeping together, again, and this always happens, and he always has to clean this mess and play mediator when it inevitably implodes (and also maybe he is in love with Dooku a little bit?). So he’s furious about it, but pretending not to be, and so he bitchily tells Dooku the name of his ship is The Haru-Spicy, as in, a cooking pun, instead of the real name, The Haruspicy. And then Dooku spends the entire rest of the fic just wildly mispronouncing the name of the ship in his own POV chapters and to other characters?

I love to imagine him saying it, all declarative, “The Haru-Spicy!” And everyone just stares like “do we correct him… or…?” Sifo-Dyas quietly soothing himself, chuckling over this small pettiness. Cracks me up.

#this was really fun thanks for the tag!!#really I couldn't remember who had already been tagged when I was offline so DO PLEASE tag yourself if you want to play this is a blast #charm stuff #fic things

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ariel-seagull-wings · 1 year ago

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KEVIN ‘KEV’ TANAKA (IDW GHOSTBUSTERS COMICS)

@moonbeamelf @bixiebeet @spengnitzed @professorlehnsherr-almashy @angelixgutz @amalthea9

“Kevin Tanaka (also known as Kev) is the latest member of the Ghostbusters' New York branch support staff. Kevin is visually based on Ghostbusters Wiki administrator User:Mrmichaelt and his name name appears to be a nod to the male secretary of the same first name in the 2016 movie Ghostbusters: Answer the Call.”

“It's no secret that you love the ongoing IDW Ghostbusters series. What elements are you looking forward to continuing in the next year or two? What are your feelings on Kevin Tanaka?

It has its moments. I'm really conflicted about what I want to see. On one hand, I'm very eager to see the Ghostbusters go up against these Predators that Tiamat talked about in the Crossing Over maxi-series and will Ray figure out a way to safely remove Jenny Moran from the Containment Unit? I'm wondering if 2021 is finally the year Erik Burnham fulfills a promise to Dan to do a Christmas annual featuring Krampus. Or will Chi-You, Rodefhiri or the Sandman return to exact revenge? Could there be surprise returns by gods like Hel or Aibell, could be. Will Special Agent Holtzmann finally make her debut? And last but not least, there's my, I guess, unhealthy love for the Chicago Ghostbusters. I'm always down to see more of them. Of course, there's the white elephant in the room with Afterlife. I wouldn't object to seeing the comic integrate the gunner seat into Ecto-1. I can see Ray doing it just because it would be fun, not for any strategic reasons during a bust on the go.

On the other hand, I ended up really loving the Year One mini-series after some initial concerns that it could be too revisionist and hurt the movie canon. That anecdote of when Ray and Egon first met was really special and is in my top 3 favorite moments of the overall comic series since Erik took over as the writer. I'd kill to see more of Year One as there's so many other things they could explore in year one. They only explored the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the surge in calls they dealt with after catching Slimer. They could go explore when Peter and Ray first met. They could do a longer Janine story similar to Winston's issue and expanding on that 2 parter in Volume 2. Heck, they could do a Year Six or Seven mini-series set during/after the events of Ghostbusters II. They could do a Year Nine about the IDW canon's version of Ghostbusters: The Video Game. The possibilities are endless. Year One also satisfied my hope to see the series get back to basics so to speak and get away from the crossovers. I get the crossovers are IDW's bread and butter and they've saved the Ghostbusters comics over the years but I was burnt out on them and no real desire to see another one even though it's been almost a year since the finale of the most recent one, the Transformers one (sorry Erik!).

Kevin. Tanaka. Y'know, I still can't believe that happened. I'm just some dude that spends way too much time on a wiki. To be acknowledged like that and become a part of canon is both humbling and mind boggling. I didn't know that was going to happen. It was a complete surprise. Dan just asked me for a reference photo out of the blue. I figured I would be for a hard to see face in a crowd. Then Ghostbusters International #3 was about to come out. You [Devilmanozzy] sent me an email while you were going over the preview pages. I was intrigued and wanted to know what you were being so cryptic about. I got a panel! And Ghostbusters International #4 came out and I think my soul left its body temporarily when it was apparent Kevin would be a recurring character. I love Kevin, but he's an ideal version of me at best. It's scary how close his dialogue is to how I talk. I never told Erik this. But in that issue when he meets the ATC team and Erin flips out on Kevin and Kevin quips he gets by, I had a very similar experience of being mistaken for a different Michael but in a bar really close to when that issue came out in stores and I was weirded out. Or Dan, he only had like two reference photos of me and it was amazing yet again scary how close he got to making Kevin look like me. Not even considering my connection to Kevin, the backstory of his handicap and firefighter family was really intriguing. His love of Boston sports not so much.

(...)

I'd never beg Erik for it, but it would be cool if someday PCOC signs off on letting Kevin use the ghostbusting equipment. More so since Janine is now part of the machine.”

#ghostbusters #idw ghostbusters #comic books

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tumbling-darkling · 3 years ago

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The boy who lived and the professor that didn’t (for the most part)

AO3

During Harry's second year at Hogwarts, a strange and unexpected man starts teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

(A Danny Phantom X Harry Potter crossover)

Chapter 1

Harry took a seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, glancing over to Ron who sat beside him and then scanning the classroom for their new DA professor. He already met the man in Diagon Alley, blonde and very much interested in only himself. Harry shivered as he remembered being pushed towards him as people took pictures of the famous wizard and the boy who lived.

At least it wasn’t worse than a head of the dark lord growing out of the back of the professor's neck.

Well- Harry did thumb through some of the textbooks before classes started. He absolutely agreed with Hermione who was very vocal about the books- they didn’t actually seem to teach anything. Just spoke about the ‘many adventures of Gilderoy Lockhart’.

Maybe this will just end up being an easy class.

The door slammed open 15 minutes past the start of class, startling the students as they swiveled their heads to look at the newcomer, expecting Gilderoy Lockhart.

Instead a tall man with a slim frame and hunched posture strode into the room. He had messy black hair pulled in a very horrible and tangled loose bun with the remaining dreads lazily dangling at the man's shoulders, his chin and cheeks covered in unshaven stubble. His robe was creased and torn, his hat loosely hanging from his hand and his sleeves pushed almost all the way up his arms. What really caught people’s attention was those eyes. Unnaturally clear and bright icy blue, so blue that even in the bright light they seemed to slightly glow.

He quickly pulled down his sleeves as he walked past the students towards the front of the room, grumbling slightly under his breath about something Harry couldn’t catch. He tossed the hat aside, muttering more loudly about how ‘wizard hats are so stupid and impractical I’m not wearing that garbage’ before he turned towards the class.

“My name is Fenton- er Professor Fenton I guess. Since I’ll be teaching you about…” he glanced down at the podium he stood in front of, crouching a little as if looking for something before straightening back up. “Defense… Against the… Dark… Arts,” he said slowly and not very confidently. Then he whispered again to himself but just loud enough for some students to pick up, “they see me fight one god damn ghost and suddenly I’m an expert on all dark magic entities? I think I’ll fight Dumbledore after this.” He straightened a little, eyes looking over the classes.

Harry did not like those eyes lingering on him for half a second longer than the others. He didn’t like this professor looking at him at all.

Something just didn’t feel right.

“Alright, any questions?”

A hand immediately went up, and Harry knew exactly who it belonged to.

“Uh- yes miss-?”

“Hermione Granger. Wasn’t our professor supposed to be Gilderoy Lockhart?”

“Yeah- that guy. He’s a phoney.”

The class went silent before someone yelled out, “WHAT?”

“Guy went around, found Wizards and Witches that did cool things, made them forget it then took all the credit. Tried to take my credit and I hit him a little too hard. Now I’m here taking his place. It’s all over the news, you know. You can read the exaggerated details in there. Anything else?”

The same hand went up.

Professor Fenton sighed, “yes?”

“Why were you 15 minutes late? Shouldn’t professors be on time? And why do you look like you crawled out of the forbidden forest.”

“I fought a ghost. Then got lost,” Fenton deadpanned.

The class went silent.

Fenton then turned around, “well if that’s all, let’s get started with something I know a lot about. What do you already know about Ghosts?”

“You’re seriously more afraid of Professor Fenton than Professor Snape?” Hermione asked Ron. “He’s not even mean! Sure he’s grumpy but he doesn’t beat down every question I ask him! He even seems to be glad I’m asking questions! Unlike Professor Snape who just treats us like idiots for not knowing something.”

“Sure- he’s not mean or cruel but… he just freaks me out. Like how he just stares sometimes at empty walls! Or how the room temperature always drops the moment he seems to take a single step into the room! I can’t even hear his footsteps when he walks! He’s bloody freaky is what he is!”

“Well I for one am glad he’s our Professor! Imagine having a phony for a professor! Though he talks a lot about ghosts. Ghosts can’t cause people harm. At most they give a little scare but it’s not like they could cause terrible damage.”

“What about those ectoplasm based ones he was talking about? The solid ones?” Harry asked.

“Rare and unlikely. Ectoplasm doesn’t form in the magical world, Harry! The stuff that leaks through and hangs in the air is only enough to allow ghosts like Nick or Myrtle to hang around in harmless ways.”

“But he said he fought a ghost before he arrived in class! And he looked really beat up!”

“He said he got lost too! Maybe he just stumbled across a guard dog like Fluffy and made up something about ghosts!”

“What if it’s like the last professor though? What if he’s looking for another secret object in Hogwarts walls?” Harry hissed softly, “Ron is right that he just has a sense of oddness about him! I just don’t trust him!”

“Harry, you’re just paranoid from last year. Professor Fenton is normal. Now pick up your pace, we’re going to be late for our next class!”

Professor Fenton glanced down at Harry, then back at Professor McGonagall, “he has what with me?”

“Detention. You see, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley caused a bit of a fuss by driving a flying car in plain sight of several muggles, and risked exposing the magical world. As such, his punishment has been detention. I trust you can find some fitting work for him to do as he reflects on his actions?”

Fenton crosses his arms, his mouth tightening slightly into a grimace as his fingers slightly tapped his own arms. “This won’t be every night, will it?” He asked.

“No, we will be switching supervisors for a few weeks but you may also need to supervise Mr. Weasley sometime before then.”

Fenron let out a sigh of defeat, “well- alright. I’ll take care of it then.”

Professor McGonagall gave a curt nod before turning stiffly and walking off. Professor Fenton scratched at the back of his neck as he watched her walk off, then glanced down at Harry, those eyes seeming to search him for… something. Then that stern look relaxed into a lopsided grin, “So you were the one that made that stuck up ministry trip over their hats and scramble around in blind panic! I say, hats off to you young Potter!” He laughed.

Harry blinked in confusion at the shift in mood, then Fenton patted him on the back, “hey, no need to look so freaked out! I’m not gonna bite ya!” He began walking forward, and it took Harry an extra second to realize that the professor was moving and he should follow. “Oh, wait you probably are a little freaked out, huh? I guess my mood could have been a bit better this morning, I was just a little flabbergasted today. I was kinda rushed into this position, you know.” He shrugged, his hands shoved into his cloak’s pockets. He didn’t really walk like any of the other Hogwarts professors. He had this relaxed saunter, like he was more of a visiting relative than a staff member. “Say, let’s say your ‘punishment’ will just be helping me bring some books from the library to my quarters. There’s a lot I need to run through and a single trip would make all the difference.”

Harry nodded, finding it hard to keep up with the man's long strides. “So… you don’t like the ministry of magic?” Harry asked.

Professor Fenton huffed in annoyance, “not one bit. They are almost worse than observants!” Harry had no idea what those were. Another level of magic government? “They try to control every little thing. Don’t expose magic to the normal world. Don’t use magic to make technology without permission. Don’t use magic to save muggle children if people are watching.” His said in a mocking tone, “they have so many rules that are outdated or stupid. Never trust a government, kid! Especially a magical one!”

“What are… observants?”

Fenton glanced down at Harry, “oh those stuck up jerks? They are like the government of the ghost realm. Really annoying. Unlike the Ministry of Magic, they actually know how to find me!” He laughed.

“Ghosts have governments?”

“Oh yeah! They have more of a monarchy, the observants are like hermit wizards that only step in when they believe the world is in peril. Meanwhile the rest falls on the shoulders of the Ghost King.”

Harry frowned, “I’ve never read about that in the textbooks. Hermione says that ghosts are just harmless beings formed from souls that aren’t ready to leave the mortal realm.”

“Well she’s half right. There’s different kinds of ghosts, like Sir Nicolas and the Bloody Baron. They are more like echoes. Souls that cling desperately to this world but didn’t have enough ectoplasm to become a fully solid ectoplasmic being. They won’t leave for the infinite realms until they are ready, though many believe they are trapped here forever. More solid ghosts form in a similar way but are exposed to more ectoplasm, but rarely show up because natural portals to the infinite realms are sparse and in between. Well until about a decade ago.”

“Infinite Realms? Natural Portals?” Harry felt like his head was going to explode.

“Well, there should be some books about that in the muggle section.. Though some wizards would say it’s all garbage because muggles discovered and studied it. Just look up my name under the author and you should find some.”

“Oh… wait- did you write them? Is that why you know so much about ghosts?”

Professor Fenton barked out a loud laugh, doubling over as he clutched his sides, “Ah! No! No, I didn’t write them! My parents did!” He cackled. “Ah, yeah but I did learn from them. And a bit of field work. Tell Miss Granger to check them out too, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind having something to read. She reminds me of my sister in that way.” He stopped in front of the library doors, “Aha! I knew we would find this place eventually!”

Harry looked at Professor Fenton in bewilderment, “you didn’t know where we were going?!”

Fenton shook his head and shot him another grin, “nope! I’ve been constantly getting lost in these dumb halls. This place constantly moves and I absolutely hate it. Even the Infinite Realms make more sense than this castle!”

Harry stuttered, “If the infinite realms is where ghosts go, isn’t that like… the afterlife? You’ve been to the afterlife?”

Professor Fenton lazily shrugged and opened the doors to the library, “yes and no. It’s all complicated. I’ll tell you a different time.”

Harry stood there for a few more seconds as his brain tried to catch up with the information, and once he managed to close his mouth he chased after the Professor.

Harry glanced around the Professors room as he followed after him, arms filled with books that seemed to suspiciously be only about the Dark Arts. He’d never been to a professor's living quarters, at most he had been in some offices. Even so, it was not at all what he imagined a wizard's living quarters would look like.

First off, there seemed to be technology. He recognized a coffee machine on a low table, but it wasn’t plugged into anything. There was an odd box that looked like a slightly smaller television, it’s screen black and wires sticking out of it attached to a rectangular box with a lot of buttons on top of it and a small round device. There was also a radio, and a huge telescope leaning out the largest window. As Harry looked, he began to notice spaceships literally in every corner of the room. Different kinds as well, some would even move and blast off. The most amazing part was the roof of his room. It was almost exactly like the great hall as it rose into dark nothingness, but the stars were MUCH brighter and all the constellations had been traced out, some brighter than others. For someone who knew a lot about ghosts, he seemed to really like space. Then there were also some odd things thrown around, like a very weird looking thermos. Or a metal… boomerang?

“Just place them over here, Harry!” Fenton called as he dropped his pile of books onto a couch in the corner. Harry did as he was told, placing the books down a little more gently than the professor did.

“Professor… how did you get these things to work? Technology usually… explodes around magic,” Harry asked.

“Oh! Well it’s because I power them myself!” Professor Fenton chirped. “They don’t work the same way as regular technology. Again, I recommend checking out some of the notes in the Fentons books, they have a lot of stuff that works in the magical realm.”

“Why would you need it though? Doesn’t magic make up for a lot of technology?” Harry asked.

“Ah, but that’s where you are wrong you see! There is nothing in the magical world that is equivalent to the coffee machine!”

Harry blinked, “... what.”

“It’s a very important machine, Harry. You will depend greatly on it once you need to stay up for an entire week. But! It seems our time together has come to an end. Thanks for your help, Harry, and if McGonagall asks, tell her I made you scrub toilets or something,” he winked.

Harry grinned back, heading towards the doorway to go find Ron and Hermione. He closed the door behind and the moment it clicked shut, he saw a flash appear from under the door.

He paused slightly, but shrugged. Maybe a comet passed by on the enchanted roof of his room. He then headed down the halls to find his friends.

“Not normally invited?” Harry asked.

Hermione nodded, “Ghosts throw death day parties like birthday parties, but rarely do they ever invite living people!”

“I see, so Sir Nick really wanted us to be there,” Harry pondered as the trio entered the party area. He immediately was hit with an awful stench, nearly gagging before he had to swallow it as Sir Nicholas noticed their arrival and approached swiftly with the widest smile they had ever seen on his face.

“Harry! Ron! Hermione! You all made it! Oh this brings such joy to my cold, dead heart!”

“Glad to see you as well, Sir Nick,” Harry struggled not to gag on the smell.

“Say, why do ghosts even celebrate the day they died? Isn’t that… like a very traumatic experience you would rather not remember?” Ron somehow managed to ask.

“Well, ghosts like to celebrate it to commodirate a start to a new chapter of our afterlife!” He paused, glancing across the room for a split second, “most ghosts that is, and the death day isn’t to remind us of our death. It more serves to encourage us to look forward! No one really wants to remember how we died. Never a pretty picture.”

Harry followed Nicholas’s gaze for the split second glance, then noticed a ghost he had never seen before. He ignored the smell (they would have to ask about that later) and nudged Hermione, pointing at the ghost, “hey Hermione, have you ever seen that ghost around the castle before? I don’t remember seeing him from last year…”

The ghost in question seemed so much stranger than the rest, he had a brighter glow, where he should have had legs, merged into what seemed to be a ghostly tail, drifting lazily like caught in a breeze. Long hair whiter than snow itself drifted around like caught underwater, and bits that weren’t drifting were braided neatly and lost in the rest of it as it constantly moved. The ghost had purple skin, pointed ears, green freckles dotting his cheeks and long sharp fangs showing as he laughed at another ghost's joke. He dressed like a medieval lord, wearing a delicately detailed black and white tunic tucked into a braided belt circling his waist, his ghostly tail completely black. Thick white leather gloves covered both his hands as he waved them around while he spoke. A white cape hung off his shoulders, but when the cape occasionally drifted to show the inside, it was like the ghost had taken the night sky and attached it to the garment. Thick fur wrapped around his shoulders and long and sharp horns that looked like ice circled his head like a crown.

Toxic green eyes that had irises that seemed to swirl around the pupil glanced at the trio and Harry suddenly felt very very small.

“I… don’t know. I haven’t even heard of any ghost that looked like him before,” Hermione seemed like she was at a loss, probably scouting through her thoughts and memories for any trace or mention of the unfamiliar ghost.

Sir Nicholas cut in, “oh! That may be because King Phantom doesn’t live in this castle! He’s mainly only here to visit for the year!”

Ron gapped, “... did you say… king? Was he a king before he died?”

Sir Nicholas frowned, “no, of course not! He’s the king of all ghosts! King of the infinite realms! The one who defeated Pariah Dark in single combat barely a year after he died! The youngest and most beloved king we ghosts have had in such a very long time.”

“There’s a king of ghosts? And that’s him?” Harry asked.

“That’s what I just said, my dear boy. Keep up!”

“I don’t want to seem rude, Sir Nicholas but… why is he here?” Hermione gasped, “if he really is such a powerful and imposing figure, doesn’t he have a lot of duties to fulfil?”

“Well, he told us he was technically here on business but that it requires time and an investigation that could take a few months. So he could visit and celebrate with us from time to time! He’s a very relaxed man, I assure you. Here let me introduce you all to him! My Liege! I have some friends you absolutely must meet!”

The King looked over and smiled widely, “friends, you say?” His voice echoed more than the other ghosts, seeming to carry across the room as he spoke. He then blinked in surprise and turned to Nick, “Sir Nicholas… you realize these three are still amongst the living?”

“Why of course! Harry is the Boy Who Lived! The first to survive the death spell!” Sir Nicholas said quite proudly.

The King drifted down towards the three, causing Ron to slightly flinch at his approach, his hands clasped together as worry seemed to etch on his face, “well, most ghosts don’t have a very good sense of smell or taste, right? Which is why we have all the rotting food out?”

“Yes?” Sir Nicholas still didn’t seem to catch on.

King Phantom held out his hand, producing clothing hanger clips made purely of ice, “The living can still very much smell and taste, and I don’t think it’s exactly the smell of roses and lavender.”

Sir Nicholas blinked, “oh. Oh! Oh Harry and friends, I apologize for forgetting such a detail!”

Harry, Ron and Hermione all graciously accept the clips, pinning them on their noses to escape the horrid smell. Then Hermione turned towards the Ghost King with a glint in her eyes, “wait- how did you do that? Ghosts aren’t this solid- and they definitely can’t use magic!”

Phantom chuckled, drifting back into the air as he pointed to the crown of ice horns on his head, “Well first off, I’m the king so I get some bonuses. As well as not all ghosts work the same. You should try listening to that Dark Arts professor of yours when he talks about ghosts. He’s quite knowledgeable about all things not living.”

“But- but years of documentation and research-!” Hermione tried to argue before the King tutted.

“Information is constantly changing and growing, something that seems pretty constant could change in seconds and turn your whole world upside down. Not to mention, many different types of ghosts like myself only became more common recently. Before, most of us were confined to the infinite realms, only ghosts like Sir Nicholas forming for many centuries and the different kinds rarely slipped out.”

“Well-, what changed?” Hermione challenged.

King Phantom sported a playful grin, “I d̶͙͉̓̓i̷̢̩̬̘̟̽ę̴̘̲̹̤͌̊d̸̢̳̞̄.”

He then turned and left the three on that note as he went to join other ghosts at the party.

“What does he mean by that?” Hermione huffed.

“He’s got an odd sense of humour, that’s for sure,” Sir Nicholas laughed.

Harry couldn’t stop his glare that shot towards Professor Snape as he accused Harry of petrifying Mrs. Norris and writing the bloody message that stained the wall. Before he could snap back at him that he did not do any of this, Professor Fenton seemed to almost step out of thin air to his defense.

“Mr. Potter was with me all night, he did not do this,” his voice laced with a chilling venom. Was he… lying for him?

Snape tilted his chin up, attempting to look down on Fenton who was no longer hunched, and instead stood tall at his full height. It was quite difficult to do as it turned out, Fenton towered over every other Professor in the area. “And who, pray tell, are you?” Snape seemed to almost spit.

A sinister grin spread across the tall Professor's features as he stepped in front of Harry, leaning menacingly over the shorter wizard and blocking his view of the student, “Professor Fenton, the professor of the Dark Arts. Accusing a second year of such a powerful spell isn’t a very wise take, now is it Professor Snape?” Fenton basically spat his name.

Snape glared back, “you would be surprised what Potter is capable of, especially the trouble he gets himself in.”

“How about you try not pinning the blame on a 12 year old child?”

“That is enough out of both of you,” Dumbledore stepped in. “We all know Harry was not responsible for this, as Professor Fenton’s defence is true. We have a healthy patch of mandrake roots that will cure Mrs. Norris of her petrification, and students will resume their classes while the professors investigate the issue. Now you three will return to your dorms for the rest of the night.”

Harry hesitated before he headed back towards the dorms, but didn’t fail to notice how Professor Fenton’s eyes flashed toxic green, or the wink sent in his direction.

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thesevenumbrellas · 4 years ago

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If you've not already done so, can you do a percy jackson/tua crossover type hc? This feels very demanding of me even though people ask you these types of things, so sorry if it sounds rude.

Of course! I’ve written a couple like this but tagging on tumblr is awful so I can never find them again.

Edit: didn’t realize until after I wrote it how long this was so... my bad...

Luther is the son of Zeus. He’s raised by the half-blood camp knowing he’s part of an important prophecy. Because of that he never knew a life away from being a hero. That can make him insufferable at times, and he has a huge hero complex, but he’s also someone you want on your side.

He’s sent on a quest to fetch the rest of the seven in order to complete the prophecy.

Diego, son of Apollo. Amazing aim but he uses knives instead of a bow as a direct fuck you at the gods. He too has a hero complex but also hates the gods for abandoning him. His father barely knows he exists. After his mother was killed by a monster he spent almost a year crossing the country to get to the supposed safe place his mother told him about. Camp Half Blood.

Allison, daughter of Aphrodite. She’s the strongest charm speaker the gods have ever known. She’s also never lived her life without it. After she misuses her power against some bullies, she runs away from home. She tries to survive without her powers when the guilt of her past plagues her. This doesn’t work very well however when she almost dies from monster attacks.

Allison is kidnapped by a Cyclops wanting to cook her when she meets Diego... who also happened to have been kidnapped. They escape together and she decides to follow him to Camp Half Blood.

Klaus, son of Hades. He’s not supposed to exist. The gods don’t acknowledge him. Hades can’t help him. He’s on his own.

Klaus was orphaned at birth but he has never been alone. The ghosts are always there. As a teen her turns to drugs in order to tune out their screams. This works for a while...

... until he’s attacked by monsters one night at a club. He’s saved by Diego and Allison. He decides to follow them to camp half blood. He doesn’t fully believe their tales of gods. He knows he isn’t a hero. But he owes Ben a favor, and his ghost friend really seems to think that it’s a good idea.

Five son of... well no one knows. He’s never been claimed. He’s lived in the Hermes cabin since arriving at Camp Half Blood at thirteen years old. He thinks it’s been decades. He’s not sure. No one can remember a time he hasn’t been there. No one can remember how long he’s lived there. He still looks thirteen.

Time doesn’t matter to Five. He can’t remember a life outside of camp half blood. He can’t remember a time he didn’t look thirteen. He can’t remember how long he’s been at camp. He can’t remember when the voice of his father started to haunt his dreams, but he can ignore the orders no longer.

When Luther leaves on a quest for camp, Five knows he needs to follow. So he does. Even if the truth could mean his death.

Can a son of Kronos even be part of a prophecy? If his new friends knew the truth... would they even let him live?

Ben is a ghost. He died almost fifteen years ago. He doesn’t remember his parents, doesn’t remember ever having powers... He knows his fate though. He’s seen it hundreds of times before. If you can’t pay the toll, you drift. You drift in the earthly plane until you can’t remember anything, until you can’t think, until you’re nothing but mist and regret.

He won’t let that happen. Klaus is a beacon. He’s a lighthouse during a storm. But more than that. When Ben is with Klaus, he can almost remember what it’s like to be human. He can almost remember Camp Half Blood.

Now if only he can keep that idiot alive long enough to remember everything else. Like why can Klaus see him even when he’s drugged? And why does Ben have a portal to Tartarus in his stomach?

Vanya is the last to join their group. She’s ordinary. There’s nothing special about her. She can play the violin although not particularly well. She feels like a half blood, although just faintly. She barely even attracts any monsters. She’s nothing. A minor God’s child, left to die at the claws of any monster hungry enough to bother with someone like her.

Until she levels an entire building.

The half-bloods find Vanya by accident while hiding from a manticore. She just happens to be at the coffee shop with her high school orchestra, on their way to a performance in the next town over. They only stopped because their bus was having engine trouble.

The half-bloods are shocked when the manticore is distracted from hunting them by Vanya, a seemingly normal human girl...

But even through the protection magic... the manticore can smell her power.

And then she accidentally brings the entire building down by playing a single note on her violin.

Is she a daughter of Apollo? The music would make sense. Ares maybe? With a strength like that? Athena? One of the big three?

Vanya follows them, searching for answers. And they follow Luther, on a quest he was raised to follow all his life.

To save the world from an apocalypse that has yet to happen.

Meanwhile Hera watches from above, terrified that her affair will be revealed to the world through the existence of her only daughter.

#the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy #tua pjo #tua gods

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noirbriar · 3 years ago

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FFXV AU: The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub (3)

Umm,wow, thank you everyone who liked the series and listen to my indulgent ramblings! OOC-ness ahead, but be reminded they are depressed and exhausted. Especially the twenty something year olds and the old man.Feelings are hard. You don’t resolve them being your ‘usual self’.

PART 1 HERE PART 2 HERE

(possible crossover of FF lores ahead in this AU.OOC-ness is all on me.You have been warned!)

- Luna is honestly feeling the tiredness seep into her bones, She feels nothing now that her powers blessed( …cursed? ) by Bahamut is gone. Shiva had left after Etro’s ultimatum.Possibly to find the other Astals.Ravus is looking after Tenebrae now they have been liberated and Areana is busy with Niflheim and the charge Loqi left with her.Supposedly Aldercapt’s secret granddaughter? She isn’t sure and for the first time she doesn’t want to care. She just feels so lost like an aimless flame burning out.

- With the entire Insomnia army crippled, Cor and Nyx have to gather and sort out their forces (“Yes we can’t do any magic.Yes half of our weapons are lost in the armiger.Use your head bash the daemon if you have to then!”) while Regis and Clarus focus on the remaining Niflheim government and citizens (or whats left anyway)

- Luna stands quietly by with Iris (who arrived with the second calvary. She took up arms as well since her father was unable to complete half his duties while recovering ) and Crowe watching over with an equally tired Ardyn on the same bench. The fact that two healers who got screwed over by the God they once believed in is sitting in the same space with a can of Ebony each seems almost comical if not for the awkwardness.

-(“What? So am I on babysitting duty?””Because I’m the Captain now and I say so.But hey,you get free pass to stab him now you can’t play with fire.””That makes no sense, Ulric. I’m telling your husband, clearly he’s the brains in this relationship.”)

-“You are a lot like her.Aera.” Ardyn starts wryly.”I am sorry for your loss.” Losses?Suffering? Luna for once can’t find the right words. “As I am. For…every thing else I suppose.” He replies.The “I tried to murder you” goes unsaid but heavily implied.Its not much but its a start. Luna sips her coffee. Urgh, Ebony tastes…awful.

- They gather later at the shelter will act as their resting area and Luna sees the boys already there. Gladio has Prompto resting against him, tucking in more blankets that they can spare, huddling and trying to give some comfort.While Ignis is finishing cleaning up his wounds.Without magic, their potions are limited.Ether and Elixir seems to be useless for Prompto’s problems too. Noctis can only squeeze closer to his best friend talking softly, trying to rub his hands and make him comfortable.(“I’m so sorry we took so long Prom, I’m so sorry.You’re safe now, we’ll protect you.”)

-Prompto also keeps asking Ignis if he’s alright and touches his face to be sure. He’s glad Ignis is safe but the advisor doesn’t understand what warranted the worry for him? After the chaos in Altissia they were so scared until Regis and the Kingsglaive had arrived and it was a disaster Luna does not want to revisit.

-Ignis tries to get him to rest but Prompto refuses, saying the voices of the dead are too loud and his body too wired from whatever energy crawling under his skin. He tries to smile but it makes them worry more. Prompto then pulls up his hand with the barcode under his glove, showing it to the boys. Apparently knowing you were to be an MT and actually looking at the evidence are two different things. Noctis gives zero shits and pulls in to hug his friend.He tells him now with Niflheim gone, they can tear down borders and reconnect the regions and he will need Prompto with them.

-”Ever at your side.”

-If there’s anything Luna has learned running around Eos with the boys, is that they are a set, they compliment each other.Sure, Gladiolus and Ignis may be duty bound to Noctis,occasional disagreements abound, but Prompto? He was just a sweet innocent soul in the middle of all this just wanting to help everyone.She remembers how he showed her his photos, and just him including her into the group during their journey. He embodied Life. (If it Prompto had never found Pryna, never wrote her letters?She might has lost her will by now.)

-Regis and the others are still throwing out orders (“And throw out the crests while you are all at it! I refuse to see that overgrown lizard adorning our guards’ uniform!”) Before they settle down for whatever rations they could spare for everyone.

-Its obvious 3 generations of Lucis Caelums are trying to ignore the Catoblepas in the room.Who wants to address the tension in their first family dinner of cold beans and preserved jerky together?Not them.Nope.Gonna avoid this while they can.

-Cor is trying not to hover, but the fact that his son can’t eat or drink is worrisome and he’s just so helpless watching him getting weaker.Prompto is only upset the 2 beads in his braid from Nyx are gone during his time in the Keep,Nyx takes out one of his own and braids a little one behind his ear.While watching Prompto grow weaker and convulsing painfully in between, everyone seems at a loss on how to help either.

-“Has anyone of you thought that maybe its his body that is not coping?Considering we just destroyed the Goddess’ heart…is it possible the powers in the crystal has returned to its owner?A vessel that can’t controls what flows within would be like a ticking bomb.” Ardyn munches on his beans mindlessly.The group turns to stare at the First King thoughtfully.Its clicks, before they begin to panic.

- Prompto knows nothing of magic. Etro didn’t use any except for that one protect spell either.The Lucis Caelums and glaives just wing it and find the most comfortable method for each of them. And mostly the Armiger, nothing so raw and pure as divine magic.And Etro’s? No body knows the ways of her magic anymore.And they aren’t about to ask the Astrals who murdered her certainly.

- It was Luna, seeing how her friend is suffering so quietly, who finally steps up and holds onto Prompto, calming him like the healer she is (was?). She tries to guide him in what she knows, how to channel the energy flowing inside.It isn’t much but it keeps her friend calm.Luna may no longer be the Oracle but she can help her friend.That she can do.Baby steps. Prompto saved her from suffering from her solitude when she was young. Its her turn now.(“Sorry Luna, I’m being a burden now-“”Hush,focus Prom!You are doing wonderfully.”)

-Ardyn taking the backseat and commenting lil quips on how Prompto should do though is annoying.Annnd he’s back to his usual annoying self.( “Do kids these days don’t listen to their elders anymore!Breathe and let it flow!No!Do not be stubborn, oh don’t let him do that!” )

-“What about…Her shrine?”Nyx finally turns Cor after thinking deeply.”Shrine?You mean there’s one?In-” “Galahd,yes.Well,more like ruins but…spiritual elders often say that there were Oracles of Etro once.They originated from there.Maybe it will help?” It sounds so stupid once he finishes, because what good would ruins do?

-However, Regis makes an argument.They need to head out to regroup anyway, Galahd is on the way to Lucis,if it helps them in securing Etro’s powers to go up against Bahamut then its a chance they must take. They have nothing left to lose at this point. To meet with the Galahdians to make amends and join forces against the darkness would be a win too.

-Arenea can’t leave but she lends them her ship. Ravus stays behind with Pelna and Crowe leading the forces there, Dustin and Monica are still in Lestallum with another army.Ravus hands her a pole arm.Simple,but will serve its purpose.He promises Luna they meet again in Insomnia to fight for the freedom of their cursed duty.A stiff acknowledgement from him to Regis, they did help in liberating Tenebrae after all. The Nox Fleuret are ready to began anew. _._._ PART 4 HERE

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #cornyx #cor x nyx #dad!cor #dad!nyx #etro!prompto #prompto argentum #cor leonis #nyx ulric #lunafreya nox fleuret #Noctis Lucis Caelum #everyone lives au #can you tell im rambling?#the lion the coeurl and the cub

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mitchywitchythings · 3 years ago

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Not Yet Nor Ever

Summary: What happens when you leave a bunch of teenagers in a summer camp at an island? Not to mention that there’s something suspicious going on in that island. Chaos. Chaos is what happens.

Warnings: No Quirk AU, Cannibalism, Violence, Language, Angst?

Trope: Crossover/Alternative Universe(AU)

Paring: Todoroki Shoto X Fem! Reader

Word count: 5,173 Words

Chapter 4: Rotting Paradise | Series Masterlist

It was around 2 in the afternoon, the sky was the perfect shade of blue, and it wasn’t hot or too cold out. Truly a perfect day, some would say. We’ve not had a day like this in a while so it’s best to savor it while it lasts. Dragging my suitcase behind me, I began to power walk to the train station. Cursing at myself for not taking a taxi because I’m trying to save money. My feets beginning to hurt, that’s fine I guess. It’s probably because I haven’t been training in a while…

After another long while of walking, my mind began to plague with thoughts of the uncertainty of the future. Specifically, the ones that will happen in the camp. ‘It might be nothing, but at the same time, I could be entirely wrong. If I’m wrong and I’m just paranoid ever since you know… However, if my paranoia is right though, I don’t want to even think about it. ‘ I shuddered at my horrid thoughts. Shaking my head to clear my mind, I grasped tightly at my suitcase and walked forward with more confidence.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Get over here! It’s been so long!” Mina screamed, tackling me into a bear hug from behind.

“Mina-chan~ It’s only been a week since we’ve last seen each other!” Surprised at her sudden hug, I almost fell over but ended up laughing off her usual over-enthusiastic self

Turning to face her, I hugged her back equally as tight as she had done to me, “Yeah, but it feels so so so weird to not be living in the dorms! I can’t believe your room isn’t next to mine anymore! Now I can’t see your adorable bed hair in the morning every day!” Whining, she let out fake tears fall from her face.

“Gah!” I choked out when she hugged me even tighter.

“Ashido-san, your choking (Y/n). Could you please loosen your grip on her?” Shoto interrupted, concerned and worried, littering his pretty face.

Letting go of me immediately, she began to sputter out many apologies, “Ah- Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! Sorry!”

“It’s fine! You don’t need to apologize!” I waved my hands at her, showing her that it wasn’t a big deal.

“Well if you say so~!” She let out a relieved sigh, “Now then, I’ll catch you guys later on the train, I gotta find the other Bakusquad members! We’re going to be sitting in the same compartment, right?”

“Actually-“ Shoto cut me off before I could even finish.

“We promised each other we’d be sitting next to each other the whole way. That’s fine with you right, Ashido-san?” Wrapping his left arm around my waist, he spoke calmly and monotonously.

“That’s alright with me of course, Todoroki-kun! Don’t need to worry about it! I’ll even tell Bakugo to leave you guys alone so that you can have your privacy!” She wiggled her eyebrows at us suggestively, “Don’t forget to give me all the juicy details later, (N/n)-chan!” Shoto deadpanned on that comment in confusion.

“M-MINA!!! We aren’t going to do anything of that sort!” Hiding away my face from her line of sight I blushed heavily.

“Righttt~” She dragged out her words, “Oh, and by the way, drop the -san, Todoroki. We’ve been classmates and friends for over a year now.” She beamed

“Okay.” Shoto stated plainly

“Well then I’ll take my leave, I think I saw Eijiro heading that way!” She pointed in a random direction and then bolted off.

Shoto looked at me weirdly as if silently telling me that he was weirded out at just what happened. Laughing at him, I pushed off his arm around my waist and grasped his hand. Dragging my trolley luggage behind me with my left hand, the duffle bag filled to the brim with useful stuff plopped on top of it carelessly. Sighing in content at the feeling of Shoto’s hand intertwined affectionately on my own, I took a good look at him. His face was unreadable as always, almost emotionless. Despite having an emotionless face, if you looked deeply into his eyes, you could see what he was truly feeling.

Silence ruled again between us as it usually did. Then my cursed mind began to dive back into my horrid thoughts. If I’m being honest, for the past few days these thoughts have been bothering me. Making me sleep later than usual, though despite that no dark circles have appeared under my eyes as I’ve also been catching up on the sleepless night's school had given to me. No matter how much I tried to push away my paranoia and thoughts, it just wouldn’t go away.

My stomach keeps on dropping and twisting in anxiousness the past few days. I tried to rationalize everything, but my mind keeps on going back to back with only one thought, what if Shoto finds out? Would he be mad? Knowing his childhood, he probably would. Or would he hate me? I don’t even want to even think about his reaction could be, but I just can’t help it! if he does find out then will he still love me? Would he stay? Would he sympathize me?

“You seem troubled by something. What is it, love?” His voice cut me off guard

“No, it’s nothing…” I breathed out, avoiding eye contact with him at all cost.

He sighed but understood that I didn’t want to press any further, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it…” He tried to gouge out my reactions with his eyes, failing to get any hint as to what was upsetting me, so he decided to try and take my mind off the topic, “I forgot to ask.” Shoto spoke in his tranquil voice

“Yeah, what is it?” I replied in a mellow tone

“Did you walk all the way here?” Raising his eyebrows expectantly at me.

“I knew I couldn’t escape this…” I mumbled, torn at the fact that he was being sweet and a bit overprotective at the same time, it’s both a bit annoying but really sweet at the same time, “How’d you know?” I asked defeated

“Your movements are sluggish like you walked for a long time. Here wait,” He paused, pulling out his phone from his pocket, “I’ll call a cab so we don’t have to walk the whole way there.”

“What?!” I almost yelled in disbelief, feeling guilty that he would do that and pay for me, “Sho but we’re so close to the station, we don’t need to call a taxi.”

Mustering up puppy eyes at him, “… You know I can never win against you when you do that…'' Sighing in irritation, “Fine…”

“Thanks, baby!” I smiled victoriously at him.

“Just let me carry your bag, okay? I don’t want you getting too tired. We can rest on the train.” He insisted, taking my bag from my shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll be the one to carry my bag!”

“No, as your boyfriend. I’ll be the one to carry it for you.” He looked at me, giving me a smile he only gives to a very few people in his life.

Not putting up much of a fight since I knew it was pointless to argue with him, I let him grab my bag from my shoulders.

“Is this better now?” He asked, gesturing to my shoulders

“It didn’t hurt, to begin with. But yeah, thanks, darling.” I kissed his cheeks, making him lightly blush and sigh in happiness and contentment.

“GET A FUCKING ROOM!” Bakugo purposely bumped into Shoto’s shoulder harshly

“Sorry, (Y/n)! I’ll take him from here, we won’t be much of a bother to you guys now!” Mina suddenly popped up out of nowhere and grabbed Bakugo, with Kirishima-kun and Kaminari-kun helping her drag the blonde away from us.

“Go get ‘em, Todoroki!” Kaminari pointed finger guns at Shoto

“Don’t forget to act manly!” Kirishima joined in, giving Shoto a thumbs up.

“Thanks?” He said in an awkward confused tone, “I don’t know why I need to act manly,” He paused, “don’t I already act that way?” He said more to himself than me.

“Don’t overthink it, you already do.” I smiled, holding his hand as always.

After that encounter with the Bakusquad, we soon made our way toward the train station without any further interruptions. It didn’t take long before we arrived at our destination, it was a bit farther than most train stations in the city, that’s because the train itself was a little more old school than our modern ones. It was the one that uses a steam engine like you have to burn coal for it to run. This was the oldest train in the city, I believe. Even the station itself was old like it was supposed to belong in the 1800s or something like that and most certainly not in the modern era. Despite its old age, much to your shock, it’s clean and in great condition, as though Levi Ackerman himself came there just to clean it. It’s just that fucking clean! The station overshadowed the ocean, the view it gave was really beautiful.

“Hey, Midoriya!” I called out to Shoto’s best friend who was currently talking to Iida and Uraraka.

“Yes, (L/n)-san?” He cut his conversation short with his friends and turned to us.

“Hope I’m not bothering you or anything.” Rubbing the back of my neck embarrassingly, “Do you mind taking a picture of me and Shoto? The views are so pretty, it’d be a waste not to take a photo.”

“No, I don’t mind at all.” He turned to his friends, “I'll be right back after I take their photo.” He excused himself from his friends

Handing Midoriya my phone, we got into a position, with Shoto behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. We smiled brightly at the camera.

“3…2…1… Smile!” Midoriya counted backward, taking the picture, “You guys are such a cute couple!” Looking through the photos, checking if it was blurry or not.

“We are, aren’t we?” Shoto smiled at his words

“Of course we are! Thanks again for the picture, Midoriya! It’s really good, maybe you should consider becoming a photographer.” I exclaimed, greatly surprised at how good the photos came out.

“Eh!-“ I cut him off before we could finish

“It was just a suggestion, Midoriya.” I laughed him off, “Don’t take it so seriously. We all know you wanna become like your idol, All Might.”

“How’d you know?” He asked in bewilderment

“Everyone does, it’s all you talk about.” Shoto answered for me

“Oh.” His face grew pale and he blushed madly.

“It’s fine, we’re all just glad you're just passionate about something.” I patted his shoulders, trying to give him a sense of comfort.

After that, we waited around the train for 15 more minutes until the train arrived, making sure to buy snacks and other forms of entertainment in preparation for the long trip ahead. We’d depart from the train station at exactly 3 PM, our travel time from the city of Musutafu to a small urban village, Chinzo would be around 4 hours. So basically, we’d arrive there at around 6 PM, then we’d make our way to a boat and travel for another hour to reach our destination, Akugoku Island. ‘Gosh just thinking about how long we’re going to travel is already so tiring.’ Pouting at the thought, ‘Well it isn’t like this is the longest trip I’ve taken.’

We boarded the train, having a bit of trouble finding a compartment that wasn’t being used since the whole school was going on this trip. Though eventually of course we found a perfect unoccupied compartment, we quickly got in and put our suitcases on the bulkhead, with of course Shoto insisting that he does it for us. This time I didn’t argue back and let him do as he pleases, reserving my energy for if we’ll need it later…

Shoto sat next to me, using his phone with an irritated look, “Something wrong?” I questioned

“It’s my dad.” Rolling his eyes as he declined the phone call

“You wanna talk about it? Best to let off some steam now so that you won’t be stressed or something like that later.” Giving him a comforting smile, I combed my hands through his hair

“Endeavours just a bitch. He’s trying to become more of a caring parent ever since he became the number 1 businessman.” He accompanied his father alias with venom as he spoke

“Your dad is a bitch.” I laughed at his comment

“He even wants to meet you, but I won’t let him. Remember how he didn’t like you at the beginning of our relationship? Now he’s just randomly accepting our relationship. He even tries to bring it up at our family dinner sometimes.” Nuzzling into my neck, he practically growled in frustration.

“Sho, baby… Is it alright for me to voice out my opinion?” Asking cautiously

“Of course, always.” He replied without hesitation

“Maybe you should try and talk to your dad. I’m not saying you should forgive him or anything, but at least acknowledge that he’s trying to fix his mistakes. And with the meeting your dad thing… Umm…” Choosing my words carefully, “I’m alright with not meeting him if you don’t want to. I mean, I already met the rest of your family.”

“... Can I just think about it?” He said quietly

“Sure pretty boy, we got all the time in the world.” Kissing the top of his head, I leaned towards the window, trying to get as comfortable as possible for the next couple of hours traveling.

“That’s a new nickname.” He commented, ears red, nuzzling further into my neck.

“Yeah, you like it? We could always stick to the usual.” Giggling at him being flustered

“No, I like it. You can call me that whenever you want.” Feeling the heat of his body rising

“Sure pretty boy.” Smiling as he kisses my neck

We stayed quiet for a while after that, it wasn't the awkward kind of quiet though. I could hear his light breathing on my neck, effectively tickling it. After being together with Shoto for so long, I’ve learned to enjoy the silence. Looking out of the window, for a second I glanced back at him, countless thoughts running through my mind. Though I’ve learned to like the silence, there are some times I hated it with pure passion. This was one of them. The voices and whispers of endless possible outcomes and torture. Cursing myself that I still wasn’t mentally prepared for a big problem that could happen. This was why I didn’t like the silence in the first place before I met Shoto. It gave me time to think and I don’t want to think because thinking makes me remember. And I don't want to remember, I just wanted to leave that all behind. But alas, of course, that wasn’t possible.

Having had enough of the silence, I tried pulling out my phone to listen to some music. Hoping that I’d be enough to take things off my mind, “Nghh…” I paused in mid-movement as Shoto stirred into a more comfortable sleeping position in my neck, “Shh… Rest Sho…” I began to whisper-soft, sweet nothings into my head.

Moving more slowly, I reached for the phone in my hoodie, successfully extracting it from the deep pits of Hell, “I can move, if you want to be more comfortable.” Mission failed

“It’s alright. You don’t need to worry yourself about such ridiculous things.” saying in a soothing voice, trying to relieve him from his worries.

“Hmm…” Humming in agreement, useless to argue with him, I guess.

A long while has passed again, and Shoto was now on the opposite side of where I was sitting reading a novel, or was it a manga? I really couldn’t tell, I was just too sleepy for my mind to process anything, but I didn’t want to sleep. Not just yet. I wanted to savor this moment. Though it was in silence and I hated the silence. I put my feelings aside and concentrated on the positive things, like how adorable Shoto looked while he was focused on reading the book. Staring out of the window for a second and then back to him, a random thought appeared in my mind.

“They say that one's eyes are the window to one's soul. Don’t you agree, love?” Questioning him

“I’m not sure what you mean by that.” Tilting his head to the side as he looked up from his book, the glasses he was wearing to aid him in reading dipped down.

Blushing at how cute he looked, “It meant that you can tell by looking into a person's eyes, what they’re feeling” Explaining timidly, differing around my fingers.

“Can you tell what I’m feeling?” He asked, standing up only to lean down abruptly to my face to stare directly into my eyes.

Taking a big gulp, I stared back, my hands wandering to rest on his shoulders, “The only thing I can see is…” Looking deep into his eyes, I relaxed in what I found as I pressed our foreheads onto each other, “Beauty…”, I began as I got lost in his different colored eyes, “Kindness…” Touching lightly around the damaged skin on his face, I continued, “Gentleness… Pure passion… Affection…” Placing my hand on his left cheek, he nuzzled into it, not giving a damn that we were in public, “Trust… Adoration…” I paused, letting go of his cheek, “And love…” He blushed, embarrassed at my words, but nonetheless happy.

“I guess, it’s true then.” Giving me a gentle smile

Confused as to what exactly he meant, “What’s true?”

“All of them. I know, I’m not one with words… But I hope you know that I truly do love you, (Y/n)…” He stated plainly

“You’re sweet, love!” Smiling widely at his words, ending my words with a sweet kiss.

And for the rest of the ride, we ended up having a few heavy make-out sessions in between sweet conversations.

Time skip

“Ahh!” Stretching as we got off the train, I let out a rather loud groan.

“Are you alright, love?” He perked up

“Yes, Sho. Just a little tired from being cramped back there.” He nodded in agreement, taking my bags from me so that he could carry them.

When everyone got off the train, we were immediately loaded onto multiple buses and then brought to the ferry, where a boat would take us to the island directly. The bus was very cramped compared to the compartments on the train and we stayed in there for around 30 minutes so RIP to people with claustrophobia. The whole time on the bus, I fell asleep, unbeknownst to me. Shoto was both staring at me with adoration while we were sharing earphones, listening to the music on his phone. The music, in particular, was Lo-Fi, I think he began to like it after Midoriya introduced it to him in one of their group projects. This time unlike on the train, it was he who was on the window side and I next to him, laying my head on his shoulder.

And on the boat the whole time, we spent it gathered next to our whole class. Some of them were playing games like uno, truth or dare, poker, spin the bottle, or any game you could think of. Some that seemed fun, I joined in at my own will, and others I was forced into courtesy of Ashido Mina, because apparently, I was too boring living inside the box and I needed to live a little, let’s just say that Mina was scolded by Shoto, Iida, and Bakugo. But mostly Iida, considering everyone knows just how uptight he could be. Saying something along the lines that it's very rude to make people go out of their comfort zones and that she was stepping out of her boundaries, to which Mina shunned him for being such a killjoy. Honestly, I didn’t mind it, I was fine with it. It wasn't like she was pushing me out of my comfort zone and even if she did it wasn’t like J wasn’t used to it.

After a while of playing a couple of games, the boys suggested that they buy us some snacks from the cafeteria on the bottom level of the boat. Saying that they were starving, we agreed to what they said of course, and handed them money and our orders to them.

“Geez, why couldn’t they have given us our dinners here instead of on the island?” Jirou commented harshly, irritated at her grumbling tummy.

“Dunno, maybe they just wanted us to suffer?” I replied, equally irritated.

“Hey, (Y/n)! You said you would tell me all the juicy details!” Mina jumped on me, pinning me down to the ground, nostrils flaring up, mentally preparing herself to fangirl.

“I never said I would! Besides, we didn't do anything of that sort!” Shoving her off of me, startling her at how easily I did it.

“You never said you wouldn’t tell me either! Anyway, I don't believe your bullshit! You and Todoroki in a compartment all alone!” She eyed me suspiciously, “Don’t tell me you’re both trying to make babies. Wait no-! Do tell me!” She stuck out her tongue at me, “I deserve to know! I did stop Iida and Bakugo from bothering you guys! And I even distracted Aizawa-sensei!”

“No! We did not do anything like that! I swear to God Mina! We didn’t!” Stumbling greatly on what to say, my face flushed red, “I’m also just not going to question the fact that you distracted Aizawa-sensei so that I and Shoto could have some privacy, but thank you?.” Mumbling out my words

“Wait! It was only you and Todoroki in that compartment! That’s why we heard weird noises! Iida-kun was going to check up on you guys!” Uraraka jumped and I got the conversation, interested in where this was going.

“Huh?!” Embarrassed, I yelled out in confusion.

“Aha! I knew it! You liar! Now tell me did you guys do it or was it just spicy!” She grabbed onto my shoulders and shook me with excitement.

“It was spicy! And nothing more, nothing less! Are you happy now?!” I just couldn’t with her shaking me, so I just blurted it out rather than dragging on my embarrassment.

“You and Todoroki have such an interesting relationship. You do make a cute couple.” Tsuyu-Chan commented

“Aww, thanks, Tsu! I’d hug you if only someone wouldn’t try to choke me the second time today.” I sigh, everyone laughing at how Mina koala-hugged me from behind.

“I’ll let you go only when you admit the truth!” She yelled out matter-of-factly.

“You have gotta be kidding me! I already told you the truth, Mina! Now let me go!” Glaring at her intensely, the girls' sweatdropped as it was the first time that they had seen me glaring at someone.

“Ashido, perhaps it’s wise to let go of (L/n)-san, she seems uncomfortable.” Yaomomo tried convincing Mina to no avail

“Yeah Mina, the look (L/n) is giving you is a bit scary…” Jirou added to what her girlfriend had said, keeping her hand intertwined with hers.

“Nah, she's cool with it. We’re besties for life after all!” Rubbing her cheeks onto mine affectionately.

Giving up, I stopped giving her a death glare and let her do as she pleases, “Think whatever you want, it’s clear I can’t convince you otherwise.” I told off

“It seems you do learn something new every day.” Uraraka laughed awkwardly, trying to defuse the situation

After that, we moved on to other topics until the boys arrived. With the precious treasure called snack of course! Shoto came up to me and sat in the space between me and Kaminari-kun who was currently having a manly concert with Kirishima while Bakugo was yelling at them to shut up, claiming that he’d rather go to sleep than deal with their crap. I only laughed in amusement at the scene while Shoto winced at it, clearly not fond of their singing either but not rude about it.

“Here, I got you your favorite.” Shoto handed me some pink pocky and strawberry milk to share.

“Thanks, Sho.” Saying casually, as I took it from him and ate some, giving him a little bit.

“Didn’t I tell you guys to get a fucking room?” Bakugo starred in disgusting

“Why? I’m only hanging out with my girlfriend.” Shoto said bluntly, leaning his head into my shoulder to further irritate Bakugo.

“Why you half and half bastard!” Bakugo stood up at his retaliation, trying to engage him in a fight

Two arms came out from behind Bakugo, wrapping themselves in between Bakugo’s arms effectively stopping him from getting into another physical fight, “Whoa! Cooldown you two!”

Shoto grumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out, deciding to ignore it. I continued chomping down on the precious snacks, thoughts going back to the endless possibilities that could happen on the Island. We were at least 30 minutes away from arriving at the island and at this point, my nerves began to wrack. Anxiousness and paranoia churned around, growing bigger deep within the bottom pits of my stomach. As I was deep in my thoughts, I had not noticed that Shoto was observing me intensely. Has he noticed my strange behavior? Like being deep in thought more than usual? I honestly can’t tell since he didn’t comment on anything except from before we got to the train station.

“Wanna go somewhere?” Shoto whispered to me

Merely nodding at his question, we excuse ourselves from the others. He took my hand in his and dragged me outside of the room we were staying in. We went to the outside of the boat, letting out a relaxed sigh as the sea breeze hit my face, its scent calming my entire body down instantly. He brought me over to the ledge of the boat, holding onto the railing. The sea’s harsh waves crashed onto the boat's side, yet the boat stayed still and only continued to move forward.

He leaned his head into mine, giving me a quick peck on the lips before, looking back into the distance of the ocean. The sun had just set a while ago and the star hung high in the clear midnight blue sky. It was a beautiful sight to see, to say the least. Yet I felt discomfort, as though someone was staring at me. So I turned and found that J was right, Shoto was staring at me.

“Sho, you’re staring.”

“I know.” He replied, lovesick

“It’s pretty rude to stare, you know? I thought your mom taught you that?” Giggling at his adorable expressions

Pulling me in by one arm wrapped around my waist and the other on my back, “She did teach me that.” Our faces grew closer to each other.

He stood in front of me and caged me in his arms, effectively trapping me behind the railings “T-Then don’t just stare.” My breath hitched as I began to close my eyes.

Instead of verbally responding to me, he kept quiet and tilted my body back. Dipping down to kiss me, reminded me of the first time we kissed. Sweet and innocent at the beginning, turning passionate towards the end. Kissing him back hard, he pressed my back further into his chest as he pushed me against the railings. Moving from kissing my lips, he moved down to my jaw, trailing butterfly kisses making me blush heavily. He moved down even further, moving down to my neck, he began sucking on it gently at first, reveling in the fact that I let out a few whimpers and moans at his touch.

“S-Sho… People might see…” I whispered, my words began to mess up the more he did his doing.

“Let them. Everyone already knows you’re mine.” He spoke in between kisses

This isn’t our first time having a make-out session going this far, but damn did my body feel like it was on fire, in a good way of course. Shoto knew where to suck, bite, and lick to get my breath all messed up. This was so good that I never wanted it to end.

End…

This will end…

He’ll find out and he’ll hate you…

Tears quickly poured out of my eyes, heavy streams of it. Yet I never told Shoto to stop, keeping quiet and stiff. Only when he felt my tears hit the nack of his neck did he stop. A fearful and panicked expression replaced his previous lovesick expression.

Quickly jumping off of me tears weld up in his eyes as well, checking my whole body for any signs of injuries, but none were found, “Did I hurt you? Are you alright?” Panic and fear laced his voice

“Sh-Sho…” I latched on to him tightly

“I’m so sorry, I went rough. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it, I swear. Please forgive me. I promise to do better.” Stroking my hair gently, he tried to calm me down, tears already flowing down his face.

“Don’t leave me… I don’t want this to ever e-end, please…”

“What's going on? What’s wrong?” Concerned and a bit anxious at my word

Snapping out of it, I cleared my throat and wiped my tears, wiping away his as well, “I-It’s nothing, I’m sorry for crying and I’m not hurt anywhere from how rough you were, I promise.” I spoke not meeting his eyes

“It’s isn't nothing. (Y/n)… I love you so much that it scares me so don’t ever think I’ll leave you. Not yet nor ever.” He paused for a moment to help me fully process his words and calm down, “What's really going on? You can tell me anything and I won’t judge. I promise.” He spoke genuinely, though I could tell he was having trouble experessing his words.

Another single tear slipped down the side of my face, “It’s about my past.” I whispered low enough only for him to hear

He nodded, “Don’t force yourself, love. Take as much time as you need. I’m willing to wait till the end of days for you.”

Laughing softly through the tears at how sweet he was, “You need to know, but I’m still not ready.” Looking at him in shame, I confessed.

“Take your time. It isn’t easy opening up your past to someone. I know that first hand, so don’t feel pressured to tell me about yours, just because I told you my own, okay?” Cupping the sides of my face, he leaned in to give me a gentle kiss.

“I love you.” I spoke out truthfully, loving the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“I love you too.” He leaned his forehead to my own

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guesst · 3 years ago

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some of the best fantasy au fics for bnha that i've read

i decided to make a fic rec list of one of my favourite aus/fusions. mostly midoriya-centric, there are some crossovers (with hp), and a lot of different ways in which the authors have taken them - so it could be Quirks, ghosts, outright fantasy aus, spirits, witches etc etc. there isn't a specific order and there aren't a tonne (these are the ones i could find buried in my bookmarks lol), but the ones on the list are all really well written i love them.

i've tried adding relevant information, the summary (shortened if it's pretty long) and just. adding some random tags that may be important. not all of them though. obviously this is not a complete list and there will most definitely be more fics out there, if there are some really good fics that you know that aren't on this list, feel free to tell me, i'd love to read them!!!

i hope someone enjoys these!

Faith Becomes You by SugaSuga

oneshot | gen dfo, quirkless midoriya summary 'There's a tiny shrine in Musutafu that's overgrown with kudzu vines between Izuku's apartment and his middle-school. There may very well still be a god inside it. There may be nothing but the myth of a man from when Quirks were first emerging. Izuku hides in its walls for a while and ends up tending to the forgotten shrine. All good deeds have their impact, don't they?'

Of Mythos and Men by Oceanbreeze7

oneshot | gen spirit animal au, kinda summary (shortened) 'When he was young, Midoriya always wondered what his mythos would be. The matching half to his quirk, the ancestry of its power. Mythos were strange things, not linked genetically like quirks seemed to be. [...] Midoriya hadn't met his mythos. Even in UA. (In his dreams, something called to him, 'Chase me!')'

what a lion cannot manage by LadyLiterature

multichapter | ongoing | f/m, m/m kitsune au, female izuku, future bakudeku summary (shortened) 'She wants to be a hero. Wants to save everyone she meets and even the people she hasn’t. [...] A smart fox avoids fights. A smart fox does not seek them out. A smart fox does not fight for everyone. A smart fox, when they absolutely must, only fights for themselves and what is theirs and nothing else. Izumi, for all that she tries to be, is not a good fox.'

My Magic Academia by Kiterou

series | oneshots and multichapter | ongoing | gen HP crossover, wizard midoriya, platonic bkdk, some ocs summary (shortened) ' [...] In which Midoriya Inko is a witch and Izuku a wizard and even after 150 years of quirks taking over the world, Izuku still couldn't tell Kacchan that he isn't worthless and that he still could become a hero all on his own.'

A Lonely Windchime Makes No Sound by Musecookie

multichapter | ongoing | multi reader/shinso, total fantasy au, very wholesome summary (shortened) ' [...] You enjoy visiting your slightly creepy local library. When you accidentally befriend the elusive owner's familiar, he begins to appear more and more when you visit. You don't really mind, and he doesn't seem to hate you, even when the two of you become tied up in each other's fate as you pursue the secret to reviving a magical species of flower. Soft Strangers to Friends to Lovers type beat with lots of fluff and naps! Sleepy cuddles included.'

The grapes of friendship by Gentrychild

oneshot | gen crack, dfo, vampire izuku summary 'Izuku, a dhampir hiding his real identity as he goes to UA, the best wizard school in the country, spends the day with his friends. None of them are aware of it.'

Yesterday Upon the Stair by PitViperofDoom

multichapter | complete | gen less supernatural, izu's quirk lets him see ghosts, he still has ofa summary (shortened) 'Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it's not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weird quirkless weakling on top of it. But truthfully, the "weird" part is the only part that's accurate. He's determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he's not actually quirkless [...] Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.'

sum of all (and by them driven) by Elemental

series | multichapter | ongoing | gen dadzawa, spirits give quirks, izu sees these spirits series summary 'Quirks aren't what you think they are.' first part summary (shortened) 'Midoriya Izuku is medically quirkless, not technically homeless, perpetually exhausted and doing his damned best despite it all. He also sees spirits, which might be cool if not for the fact that a) no one else does, b) they really don't like him very much, and c) he's pretty sure the heroes now think he's a villain working for the League [...]'

The Struggles of a Modern-Day Vampire by miraculousemily47

oneshot | gen crack, 1-a shenanigans, vampire midoriya summary 'After Midoriya Izuku is turned into a vampire towards the end of his first year at U.A., he decides he wants to tell his classmates about his condition. The only problem is that he can't physically say the words, and his classmates are fucking idiots.'

Lights in the Dark by FrostKitten

series | oneshots | ongoing | gen supernatural au, izuku can see demons etc, quirkless/magic au summary (of first part) 'Midoriya Izuku, like most young kids, knows there are monsters. They live in closets, under beds, and occasionally in the park. As he grows older, his friends stop seeing them...but he still does.'

Hand in Unlovable Hand by jumbletea

series | oneshots | ongoing | gen vampire midoriya (and aizawa), dadzawa, toga n dabi n mido being siblings summary 'A collection of stories surrounding a not-quite-human Izuku and everyone he meets along the way.'

Simply Superstitious by CryCaladrius

multichapter | ongoing | gen lots of folklore and yokai and stuff, 'quirkless' magic user izuku, decent dad hisashi too summary (shortened) 'Izuku Midoriya’s father is a Hou-ou — a Japanese phoenix. For some reason, this means yokai have a standing invitation to pester Izuku with their existence. Birds assemble choirs for his birthday. If there’s no cedar leaf under the welcome mat, the amazake babaa that lives two apartments over will be knocking on their door by evening. His yokai-purifying excursions get mistaken for vigilantism far too often. [...]'

Cuckoo Bird (anonymous author)

multichapter | ongoing/maybe discontinued | gen it may be discontinued but theres lots of fae folklore, deku is a changeling, deals etc, plus some platonic shindeku building up?? summary 'There's something off about Midoriya Izuku. (change·ling /ˈCHānjliNG/ noun a child believed to have been secretly substituted by fairies for the parents' real child in infancy.)'

tread softly as you go by IceEckos12

oneshot | gen if you read any fae au please let it be this! has faeries but mido is not one summary 'Humans used to be good at the old ways. They used to know how to bait the trap, to spin a web of words and lies that would ensnare even the most wily. Humans used to be able to twist deceptions around knots of iron and turn them into weapons of power. They forgot a long, long time ago. A boy unwittingly makes a deal with one of the fae, severing his ties to humanity. However, he finds that the fae world is far more strange and complex than he ever could have imagined.'

Hell is just a shoujo manga by supercrunch

multichapter | complete | f/m fantasy au, bakudeku, fem!izuku, isekai, dekusquad stuff, also some iidachako summary (shortened) 'Izuku wakes up crushed under a statue, trapped in the body of a princess who doesn't exist. Turns out she's a demon, which is weird. What's even weirder is the déjà vu that surrounds Kamino palace, reminding her of the events of this one manga she used to love. [...] But that's probably just a coincidence. [...] The problem here, obviously, is that Izuku's the demon princess. Ergo, she's a villain. And that means she's going to die at the end of this manga. Again.'

hold your breath as you cross by cassiopeia721

oneshot | gen dadzawa, another 'quirks are from spirits au' (expect more of those actually), mido is sad :( summary 'As the bridge between the world of guardian spirits and the quirk users who are blessed by them, Izuku's duty is to clean up the mess his predecessor left. It's taken what feels like an eternity worth of work, but Izuku's finally finished, and he's ready to rest at last. Unfortunately, the pro heroes who just watched him take down the Scourge of Kamino have no intention of letting him just wander off, and he finds himself stuck in an interrogation room with a bunch of humans who he's sure will never believe a word he says.'

To See with Eyes Unclouded by CrazySatan

series | oneshots | ongoing | gen witch au, witch midoriya, quirkless mido, bkg is not a good friend series summary 'Midoriya Izuku is a witch. A powerful witch. And even though he doesn't have a quirk, and magic doesn't Work Like That, Izuku ends up a hero. Somehow.'

Demons and Darkness by wolfsrainrules

series | oneshots | ongoing | gen dadzawa, shinso and mido and bkg are becoming friends, they can see monsters/spirits/bad things summary of first part 'Izuku has believed in the things that go bump in the night since he was small. That means he can see them, and almost everyone he knows....can't. So he decides he's going to be the shield humanity needs, no matter what. Eventually, he finds others that See too.'

know what i've made by the marks on my hands by simkjrs

multichapter | ongoing/maybe discontinued | gen dadzawa, quirk spirit au (this inspired most of the others on this list), also eri summary (shortened) 'Midoriya Izuku just wants to lead a quiet, peaceful life. This is foiled by the fact that a) he can see spirits, b) his good nature demands that he help anyone he sees in trouble, and c) he, by all rights, should not exist. [...]'

Izuku haunts class 1-A by Artistic-Gamer

series or multichapter whichever floats your boat | incomplete (hiatus) | other there are some triggering themes! such as suicide, blood, body disfigurement! please take care of yourself and avoid reading if this will hurt you! in other news: so much dadzawa, so much friendship, hurt mido summary (of first part) 'Class 1-A is rumored to be haunted, only the residents are aware it’s more than just a rumor..'

U.A's Resident Ghost by BeyondTheClouds777

multichapter | ongoing/maybe discontinued | gen ghost midoriya, dadzawa, friendships!!!! summary 'There is a ghost at U.A. Not haunting U.A. Not even hanging out at U.A. There is a ghost. Enrolled. As a student of U.A. And it's just Shouta's luck that he has everything to do with it.'

and now, the weather by xylophones

oneshot | gen CRACK, paranormal/ghost hunters au, dekusquad stuff summary 'Izuku runs a fictional horror radio show. Because ghosts aren’t real. Right? (“Holy shit, ghosts are real,” Izuku whispers. Then, with the smugness of a sixteen-year-old who just won a decade long bet, “I knew it! Kacchan owes me five hundred yen!” “Midoriya,” Todoroki sighs, “this ghost is trying to kill us.”)'

U.A Unsolved by handcrusher(ameliafromafairytale)

oneshot | gen (it's a fic of a fic, so if you've read yesterday upon the stair then you'll understand better) izuku can see ghosts thats his quirk summary ' "Hey there, ghosts," Midoriya says, "it's me, ya boy." The dorms are haunted. Shenanigans ensue.'

The Haunting of Class 1-A by BritishRobutt

multichapter | ongoing/maybe discontinued | n/a ghost midoriya, vigilante au, crack, the ghost bit is izu's quirk summary 'Everyone always told Izuku he couldn't be a hero, so when he dies and discovers his quirk, he becomes a vigilante out of spite. Whoops. After becoming Spectre, Japan's most wanted vigilante, Izuku realizes he can just fulfill his dreams of going to the top heroic school- after all, who can physically stop him from attending UA when he's a literal ghost?'

Caged by SternStunde

oneshot | gen tododeku, fantasy au (todo is a dragon, mido is a princess), genderbent deku (fem deku) summary 'Then she held up one of the books and smiled. "Want to learn an ancient language with me?" She was kind of a nerd, and she really hoped the dragon was too.'

Magic Runs Deep by draconicschinx

multichapter | ongoing/probably discontinued | gen mido has a quirk and he can see mythical creatures. summary '"Midoriya Izuku has always been good at making friends. Not human ones, really, but they are good friends nonetheless. " Izuku can see and talk to and interact with mythical creatures. It's not exactly the quirk he was hoping for, but he's going to use it to help humans and his non-human friends all the same.'

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miraculouswolf99 · 4 years ago

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Field Trip To Greece

My own take on the Field Trip salt stories that usually are crossovers with Batman and have Damienette. But this is my version with them going to Greece and involves my OCs Lyon and Vallia Garden.

*****

“Mari, Mari, MARI,” Adrien basically yelled into his friend’s ear.

Marinette woke up with a jolt in her bus seat.

“What,” she groaned, never being much of a morning person.

“We’re almost at the sanctuary, so I figured to wake you up,” Adrien smiled at his friend.

“Thanks and curse how fast this bus is,” Marinette said.

“And curse Hawkmoth for late night akumas,” Adrien suggested.

“That to,” Marinette agreed. “Even in Greece, he still finds a way to annoy us in Paris.”

“Well, you brought the horse miraculous for a reason,” Adrien said.

“How are you not tired,” Marinette questioned him.

“I’ve always been a morning person,” Adrien shrugged. “Blame my father for a lot of early morning photoshoots.”

“I’d slap your father if it did not mean risking my future as a fashion designer in the process,” Marinette says.

After revealing themselves to each other after Miracle Queen, the two had developed a more brother-sister relationship. They both thought that it would be better for them to know each other after having all their allies exposed to Hawkmoth and Mayura. They joked around, teased each other, and also always had each others backs.

Having each other’s backs certainly helped them when Lila’s lies got worse. After Chloe had willingly helped Hawkmoth, she had been sent to a private reformatory school in Sweden. Lila took the opportunity to tell more of her lies, saying that she had been telling her “best friend” Ladybug to keep the Bee miraculous away from Chloe for months. And just like everything else Lila ever said, their class ate it up like it was their last meal.

Adrien had joined Marinette almost immediately after he made his “deal with the devil” in order to get her back into school. He threw himself off the “high road” the moment that Marinette told him that Lila threatened her. But even with him backing up Marinette every time she caught inconsistencies in Lila’s tales, there were still few that actually believed them. Some even went as far as scolding Marinette for her “brainwashing Adrien” into thinking that Lila was a liar.

Kim, Juleka, and Nathaniel were the only ones that stayed loyal to their friends. Especially since Marinette had done so much for them in the past. Like curing Juleka of her photo curse, helping Nathaniel get together with Marc, and Kim had been her friend since they were in diapers. With their group was also Kagami, Luka, Marc, Aurore, and Mireille. The rest of Bustier’s class was pretty much made up of Lila’s attack dogs.

What annoyed Adrien the most was how his so-called best friend. Nino may be siding with his girlfriend, Alya being Lila’s biggest supporter/attack dog, but that also meant he was part of the problem. He certainly never helped Adrien when Lila would constantly hold onto his arm no matter how many times he told her to let go. It was driving Adrien crazy and he was very close to taking Plagg up on his offer to Cataclysm the liar.

“I bet the garden is going to be beautiful,” Juleka says, her seat next to the two heroes.

She was sitting next to Nathaniel while Kim was in the seat in front of Adrien and Marinette. They were all in the seats at the back of the bus.

“I heard that the Garden Family Sanctuary is ranked as an unofficial wonder of the world,” Nathaniel said.

“Anyone else find it odd that a nature sanctuary is run by a family with Garden as their last name,” Kim asked.

“I think this is one of those ‘don’t think about it too much’ times,” Marinette shrugged.

“I haven’t been here in years,” Adrien was glad to be back.

“You’ve been here before,” Juleka asked.

“There was a charity fashion show here about a year before my mother disappeared,” Adrien explained. “I was here with my parents for it.”

“Did you meet any of the animals here,” Kim looked excited. “I heard that they let any animals here roam free even when they have events or tours here.”

“The animals do roam around the sanctuary as they wish,” Adrien says. “But the Garden family and all their employees work hard to tame all their animals privately to make sure that even the predators do not harm anyone. They spend months to years taming them before releasing them into the main part of the sanctuary.”

“It really sounds like an amazing place,” Marinette said.

“I can’t wait to draw some of the animals,” Nathaniel already had out his sketchpad. “Marc requested I draw him the most amazing animal that I see. No pressure. Haha.”

Juleka patted his shoulder, but her obviously hiding her laughter made her attempt to comfort him fail.

But, as usual, their good moods had to be ruined by the Italian that never seemed to go five minutes without hearing the sound of her own voice. And, also as usual, she was spouting her nonsense. They were very close to throwing her out the back of the bus if she did not stop talking.

“Of course I know the Garden family,” Lila brags, lying through her teeth. “They are basically family to me.”

“Here we go again,” the five friends groaned.

“The mother and her two daughters mostly handle the plants,” Lila continues. “The father and their son handle the animals. It’s only natural since they are the only ones that can stomach having to put down the more dangerous animals.”

“Tell us more, Lila,” Alya was recording the entire time.

Adrien growled. “There has never been a case of an animal being put down at the sanctuary. The closest that comes to that is when an animal gets sick and there is nothing they can do to help it.”

“They have to put it out of its misery, don’t they,” Marinette asked.

Adrien nodded. “The youngest two Gardens speak fluent French, so I was able to spend some time with kids my own age during the fashion show. They told me that while it breaks their hearts, it is better than letting the animal suffer.”

“I can see where they come from for that,” Juleka says. “They love, take care of, and train all the animals. So it’s only natural that they form a bond with them.”

“I know I am not the brightest person in class, but how can they believe such crap,” Kim shook his head. “Whenever anyone even slightly mentions someone famous, she instantly says she is either best friends with them or somehow related to them. It’s impossible.”

“Tell that to the sheep that follow her around like she’s god’s gift to the world,” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Makes you wonder if we really are the only ones in class with braincells,” Nathaniel, of all people, said.

The bus doors opened as it came to a full stop at the sanctuary. Bustier was the first out and the class followed her. They all first went into the sanctuary. And even from what little they could see from where they were, it already was one of the most beautiful places any of them have ever seen.

Trees, flowers, and even fruit and vegetable plants were growing as far as their eyes could see. The entire sanctuary also seemed to be covered by a glass dome, making an environment similar to a greenhouse. It made sense since there were probably plants in certain areas that needed to be grown in certain temperatures.

But today the dome’s windows were open, letting in the natural light of the sun, even if it looked like squares on the ground because of the dome’s window linings.

As Bustier lead them to a stop, two teen their age approached the group. Adrien recognized his two penpals. The ones he met in Greece when he was there for the fashion show. Lyon and Vallia Garden.

Vallia was quite beautiful and had a grace and elegance to her style. She had long blond hair braided with roses and butterflies and had pink streaks. Her eyes were a stunning silver that you could see, if you were close enough, had specks of blue in them. Her style was a red, pink, and purple dawn colored dress with gold flats. On her wrists were diamond rose cuff bracelets, a butterfly on the one on her right wrist.

Lyon gave off a very icy exterior that also screamed honor and loyalty that only a knight would have. A tall boy with hair that was black with streaks of white and blue in it, coming to the length of Adrien's. His eyes were the opposite of the girl's, blue with silver specks. His outfit of choice was a sky blue t-shirt under a white jean vest, matching the blue pants with white boots. On his hands were white fingerless gloves. Around his neck was a sword and shield pendant as well as a white cloak only going down to his knees.

They all also saw that the two did have crystal medallions on their foreheads. Vallia’s was a rose quartz butterfly and Lyon’s was a sapphire wolf.

“Your pen pals are hot, Adrien,” Marinette smirked as she saw her honorary brother staring at Lyon.

“Shut up,” Adrien grumbled, making Marinette giggle.

Bustier turns to the class. “These two are going to be our guides through the sanctuary. Please show them the proper amount of respect since they are the ones that work here.”

Lyon and Vallia gave the teacher the side-eye. While they technically did work there, their family owned the sanctuary and it was like Bustier had completely forgot about that and thought that they were just employees of the sanctuary.

“Shouldn’t we be guided by adults,” Mylene asked, trying not to sound offensive to the two teens.

“We’re your tour guides because we are the only ones here fluent in French,” Lyon told the class, his French flawless.

Adrien hid that he was chuckling behind his hand. He knew the twins were fluent, but the looks on his classmate’s faces when Lyon spoke in French was just so funny.

“Before we begin, let us introduce ourselves,” Vallia said, also switching to French. “My name is Vallia and this is my twin brother, Lyon.”

“Please also take note of a few rules of the sanctuary,” Lyon says. “While the animals here have been tamed, do not touch or interact with them without permission. Certain movements or actions could cause them to badly react. They are all also on specific diets, so do not feed them unless we give you food to give them.”

“The plants should also all remain untouched,” Vallia added. “There are certain plants here that are not native to the area and survive here only because we created the right environments for them. Especially the ghost orchid. There are barely even 2000 ghost orchid plants left in the world and they need to remain here so that they do not go extinct.”

Most of the class nodded, understanding the rules. Lila hid how annoyed she was at not being able to take whatever beautiful plant she wants or touch any cute animal that she sees.

The tour than began, the class following the twins deeper into the sanctuary. Already they were starting to see a ton of the animals that lived there. There were some animals of Greek origins. Such as brown bears, red deer, lynxes, rock lizards, weasels, and wild boar. There were also more international animals. Like white-tailed deer from North America, jaguars from South America, pandas from China, African panthers and lions, Indian tigers, horses from Canada, even komodo dragons from Indonesia. And that was just the beginning.

“The Garden Family Sanctuary was founded almost a hundred years ago by siblings Apollo and Persephone Garden,” Lyon says. “Having been named after the god of the healing and the goddess of flowers, they had always loved helping nature and animals.”

“They started out with an animal shelter that took in any and all animals,” Vallia continued for her brother. “They had a very clear rule about being a no-kill shelter. The more popular they became, the more room they needed. And since they already came from a rich family, they bought more land. And over the years, it grew into the sanctuary you see today.”

“With the amount of animals and plants coming, there has been chat about buying land on another island to expand the sanctuary,” Lyon said. “Which means more area to protect from smugglers and poachers.”

“Your French is very good,” Marinette compliments them.

“Thank you, we’ve had years of practice,” Vallia says.

“It helped when we hosted a few French fashion designers here a few years ago for a charity fashion show,” Lyon said.

Adrien caught the smirk that Lyon sent his way. It made the blond blush.

The group continued walking through the sanctuary. A few of the animals curiously looked at the group, but chose not to get near them. There were a few did cuddle up to the twins, who happily petted them before sending them away with a treat in their mouth.

But even as the twins tried to talk about the sanctuary, Lila was still telling her lies as the classmates not under her spell surrounded her. They listened to her more than they did their actual tour guides.

“Yeah, poachers and smugglers try to get in all the time,” she was saying. “The first time I was here, I saw one and tried to tell the employees and they didn’t believe me. They certainly did after I single-handedly stopped him from taking a rare blue tiger.”

“That is so cool, Lila,” Rose unknowingly encouraged more lying.

“They should make you a partner here if you caught a poacher that they did not even know was there,” Alya said.

“They wanted to, but my mother said I was too young to be part of a business,” Lila says.

Adrien saw the twins look at each other as they hear what is being said. He knew that while the two were mostly quiet around those they do not know, other than when they gave tours, they would definitely not take liars sitting down. They were extremely protective of their family, which was why Lyon practiced archery while Vallia is an expert with the bo-staff.

“The Garden family would never offer someone outside of the family a part of the sanctuary,” Lyon stated, making the class look at him.

“We would appreciate you not tell such tall tales about such a charitable family,” Vallia crossed her arms. “They are well-respected by all of Greece and do not deserve to have such lies told about them.”

The class looked very insulted at the accusation of Lila being a liar, which happened whenever anyone said that. It happened more than you think since Bustier’s class was the only one in the entire school that actually believed her. Everyone else knew that Lila was nothing but a liar.

“Something tells me that things are about to get interesting,” Juleka whispered to the rest of their group.

“You’re the one that knows them, Adrien,” Marinette says. “What do you think they’ll do?”

“I’ve been in contact with them for years,” Adrien said. “And from all I know about them, it’s a slight miracle that Lyon hasn’t already threatened to shoot her with an arrow.”

“Does he do that often,” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow.

“Only to those that really anger him, really annoy him, or threaten his family,” Adrien said. “But that last part also includes the sanctuary and all of the animals kept here.”

“Guess we should be thankful that he doesn’t have them on him right now,” Kim says. “Even if he could get rid of our liar problem with a single shot.”

“Lyon was actually scouted by the coach of the Greek Olympian archery team,” Adrien tells them. “But Lyon doesn’t like competition. He says that they are nothing but barbaric events meant to to do nothing but enlarge egos and decrease braincells.”

“Can are class even lose what they don’t have,” Marinette smirked.

All of them laughed at her joke. When Marinette got sassy and sarcastic, it was hilarious. She could sass-talk like nobody’s business.

“Haw dare you,” Lila put a hand over her heart and then started up the crocodile tears again. “How could you be so mean to me?”

That was when her sheep glared at the twins.

“Lila is not a liar,” Alya was her main supporter as usual. “You’re nothing but simple employees. I bet you do not even know the Garden family. Lila, on the other hand, is basically an honorary member of their family.”

Both twins crossed their arms this time, staring down the class.

“Let us fully introduce ourselves,” Lyon narrowed his eyes at them. “My name is Lyon Garden and this is my twin sister, Vallia Garden. Our family owns this sanctuary and neither of us nor the rest of their family have ever met this girl.”

Adrien was seriously smirking at this point. He had seen this coming and was very glad that it had finally was. Especially since Lila did not even get the number of family members right. There were two Garden parents, but the children were another story. Lyon and Vallia were the youngest of the family, but Vallia was the only girl and they had two older brothers.

“You’re probably just lying to make Lila look bad because you’re jealous,” Alix glared at the twins. “She’s connected to the Gardens while you are not.”

“Don’t believe us, we don’t care, but we do have a friend in your class that knows who we are,” Vallia giggled. “Isn’t that right, Adrien?”

The sheep looked at the model. He only smirked as he joined Lyon and Vallia’s side.

“You two certainly know how to make an impression,” Adrien tells them, chuckling.

“If we really wanted to make an impression, I would have started at my favorite wolf den,” Lyon snickered. “But I would have been too tempted to order my wolves to eat them.”

Adrien laughed at the looks of horror on his classmates’ faces.

“If you guys haven’t figured it out, it was my family that the twins were talking about before,” Adrien says. “We were the ones that came here for the charity fashion show. It was great to meet the two youngest members of the Garden family.”

“So these are the sheep that follow that liar like lost puppies,” Vallia looked at Adrien. “The liar that doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer?”

“Got it in one, Vallia,” Adrien says. “And she’s been telling lies about your family since this field trip started. She even said that your family was three girls and two boys.”

The twins rolled their eyes.

“Wow,” Lyon shook his head. “Vallia might wish she had a sister, it’s just us and our two older brothers with our parents.”

Vallia playfully slapped her brother’s shoulder.

While Adrien took his two friends over to the rest of his group to introduce them, the rest of the class finally seemed to get that Lila did indeed lie to them. They turned on her like lions on an antelope and started yelling at her for lying to them.

The twins made mental notes to contact their parents about needing to sue a girl for slander and defamation.

#ml salt #alya salt #lila salt #Lila exposed #original character #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom

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sodamnbored · 4 years ago

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I so badly want a Roman prequel series. More than a Solangelo book. There could be so many great things in it.

Ideally, we’d get a series, basically original PJO but on the Roman side, presumably then following Jason in the same way we originally followed Percy.

But that would just be rehashing what we’ve already seen! Jason’s story would be too similar to Percy’s! - I hear you cry. But bear with me.

Yes: there would be some big similarities - following a son of one of the big three as he grows up and masters his powers and all that. And yes it would also conclude with him fighting a titan. But! I also think they’re different enough that it would read more as parallels than just copy and paste. It could be really interesting.

For one thing: Jason is starting way earlier than Percy. And I am desperate to know about the wolves thing. Correct me if I’m wrong, but all the info we have thus far is pretty vague, no? We know he went to the wolves when he was about two years old. But we don’t really know how long he stayed with them.

There’s the idea that he was raised by wolves (which don’t get me wrong I love that) and only went to the Legion when he was older - for parallels sake say about twelve. But we don’t know that’s the case for sure. He might’ve just spent the more or less normal time period with the wolves, or even if he were there longer than most - a year, two years even - he might’ve toddled off to camp still pretty young.

Cause this is another thing: we know very little about Camp Jupiter. In CHB you see for a fact that there are plenty of young demigods there, talking ten and under. Unless I’m mistaken, we never really heard mention of any little kids in the Legion right? Hazel was what, thirteen, in SoN, which is fairly young, but I don’t think there was any mention of anyone much younger than that. There was the little girl helping Terminus, but she was from New Rome not the Legion. And the Legion isn’t a summer camp of course, that’s a crucial difference.

They are quite literally an army, preparing for war should one ever arise. So do they have a minimum age requirement? Would not be unreasonable to assume they would. We know the majority of Legionaries are legacies from New Rome as opposed to actual half bloods, so it’s not unreasonable to think these kids live normal lives in New Rome until they hit a certain age and get conscripted/have the option to join the Legion for training.

If this is the case, then Jason might not’ve been with the wolves for years at all. He could’ve done his time and then been passed along to the care of New Rome. Set up somewhere to go to school and grow up and have something of a life to prepare him for his future in the Legion. That would be an interesting difference from Percy who had grown up not knowing about his heritage, for Jason to be fully aware of his godly parentage and to grow up knowing he was heading to the Legion as soon as he was old enough. I’m not sure about timings because in The Lost Hero pretty sure he’s fifteen and has twelve lines on his tattoo “for twelve years of service in the Legion” according to the wiki; but the wiki for the tattoos alone says the lines can be for years at Camp Jupiter or for completed quests and such, so it could mean he was toddling about CJ at three years old in mini Legionnaire armour like Caligula (oh the irony), or just that he crammed a crap load of cool stuff into just a few years when he was older.

So the series could quite happily start with him joining the Legion and maybe just summarise his life before that, have the important parts explained as relevant to the plot, I dunno. But it would give us more info on how Camp Jupiter actually works because personally I am clamouring for more info on the Romans.

Presuming that Jason is at least a Probatio by the time he’s about twelve (and it’d be cool to see him earn his full place in the legion too), that also means we’d get to see other people’s stories happening alongside his.

We know he fought the Trojan Sea Monster at some point, so that would be a cool quest to see play out. We don’t know a lot of other things he’s done, but we can assume he’d have been in the Legion when Reyna turned up, which would also be a really interesting story to follow.

We know from tSoM that Reyna and Hylla were on Circe’s island, when Percy was about 12/13, and it seems in SoN that he and Reyna were both around the same age, 16 or so. We know Reyna and Hylla spent some time after tSoM on Blackbeard’s ship before she made it to Camp Jupiter. So somewhere between ages 12-16, she would pop up at camp and I firmly believe she would’ve been Jason’s friend before they both became Praetors. And I would kill to see it. I wanna see them go on a quest together so badly. They would be an awesome team.

But we’d get to see Jason go through the steps, Probatio to Centurion to Praetor. We’d see him improving the Fifth Cohort’s standing in the Legion. We’d see Reyna become Praetor. (We’d ideally see Jason and Octavian gently bitch at each other like with Percy, but that’s just for me.) We’d get to see Jason and Reyna being Praetors together for a bit hopefully. That would be cool. And no doubt the series would conclude with their side of the Titan War, with Krios’ defeat - which would be so cool to see!

Being able to see more of their side of the war would also be really interesting as well. Because surely, there was more to it for them than just that one battle out of nowhere right? They must’ve been aware of the war and enlisted by the gods to help out right? Maybe there were some other titans for them to fight, maybe they had defectors too? Perhaps they were under the impression Kronos was still chopped up in little bits and Krios was running the show, either wanting to take Kronos’ place as the big cheese, or thinking the titans were working to reform Kronos, but they were kept out of Luke’s side of things so they didn’t realise that he already had been? Who knows. Certainly not me, cause we don’t have any books on it.

And there would be opportunities to have almost crossovers. Particularly regarding the war. They might just overhear things that don’t necessarily make sense to them but that we get, stuff like that. See some aftermath from one of Percy’s visits to the area. So many options.

Oh also actually, just for added angst and a different view than Percy’s, there was that freaking tragic bit in HoH I think where Jason thinks about his mother. The part about following orders and rules bothered him, but he insisted on doing so and keeping his promises because his mother had abandoned him and broken her promise. That would be an interesting aspect for the narration and his point of view because it’s the exact opposite of Percy. Percy doesn’t mind pushing the limits with the gods and exploiting loopholes or calling them on their faults, focused on surviving till the end of the day when he can go home to his mother and forget the gods and their stupid rules. Jason, on the other hand, doesn’t have anywhere to go back to. Camp Jupiter and the roles he’s given there are quite literally it for him, so even though he may resent it as much as Percy, he feels the need to bite his tongue and do everything in his power meet expectations and stay in line, etc. And yes, it’s for the benefit of others like he said in HoH, but maybe also the threat that if he makes too much trouble, where else is he gonna go and who else outside the Legion does he have?

Unfortunately we wouldn’t get to see Frank and Hazel come into it as newbies because that would’ve only happened after the war, so unlikely the series would continue after they beat Krios. But it’d still be a good set up to lead back into HoO alongside original PJO.

Also, I wanna know if Jason would’ve been particularly aware of his dad handing him off to Juno, or if she took a back seat until yoinking his memories out his head and dumping him on a dusty bus. I quite like the idea of him knowing, that she wouldn’t have been shy about popping up now and again as his patron, maybe sending him quests, offering occasional assistance like Poseidon did for Percy. Juno cared about her little champion, you can’t tell me different. I’d like to see her drop by from time to time. Or if he just accepted he was Jupiter’s and his dad basically never wanted to talk to him, and was a bit blindsided when Juno popped up after his hit on Krios.

Maybe he was just heading to bed after a long day of Titan slaying, thinking what he’d have for breakfast tomorrow and poof - Juno staring at him in his PJs, doesn’t he feel underdressed. Barely gets out an “um-?” before she’s like “got a quest for you. Surprise!”

(Since we got The Fall Of Jason Grace from Apollo in ToA, this series could be called something silly like The Rise Of Jason Grace to mirror it. I dunno.)

Either way, I need this. We deserve this. I will literally pay like 20$ per book if we could get this.

Wrote this hella sleep deprived and without sources and I’m still in ToA and haven’t read the extra books yet like demigod files and the Probatio one, so anything I’ve missed, had been answered, or is just plain wrong, let me know.

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thirdhandidiot · 4 years ago

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Ok so hear me out, young dialuci au

Lucifer and his brothers are still in heaven, Diavolos father is still around, running devildom. They’re practically kids. Diavolo has always admired lucifer, even from afar when he was unallowed to speak to lucifer. He is infatuated and he doesn’t try to hide it, but he’s also doesn’t know why. Lucifer is just this gorgeous angel who he longs to be in the presence of, but only sees him maybe, once every hundred years (or whatever time frame works for demon biology). Diavolo has effectivly been pining for centuries, and lucifer, thanks to his father, never so much as looked twice at diavolo, believing himself to be above demons, not wanting to be tempted etc etc. So one day when he suddenly notices hike, he is shocked. Has that demon always been here? Why is he acting like he remeber me? Isn’t he the demon kings son? Maybe he’s just carrying out formalities, they must be different there, right? Lucifer is just starting to form his own ideas about life, no longer blindly following what his father and the other, older angels tell him. His conversation with diavolo never progeresses beyond introducing themselves and polite conversation before Micheal comes over to retrieve him, claiming their father wanted to speak to them. Diavolo Is upset but doesn’t want to cause a scene or ruin lucifers perception of him, he realises that this is the first time lucifer has really recognised him and whilst it hurts that he’d spent centuries thinking about a boy who would only have given him the time of day out of a sense of duty, he can’t help but be delighted, running every word, every facial expression lucifer made back in his mind, determined not to forgot even a single second.

Cue Diavolo going home and telling Barbatos all about the conversation. Barbatos has watched his lord pine for lucifer and no matter how friendly diavolo wants them to be, he can’t tell diavolo that it will never happen. The demon king is strict about letting him see timelines (much more so than diavolo as we know him) and he’s still young, he doesn’t yet know that one day they wil fall. He does everything he can and more to try keep diavolo happy, believing that there’s no hope for him, wondering if it’s better to try and steer diavolos interests away from the angel, or indulge him and hopes he grows bored. Diavolo can often be found ‘exploring’ the crossover between heaven and hell whenever he has free time, hoping to catch a glimpse of lucifer. At first it seemed hopeless, but one time Lucifer had been passing on patrol with Micheal, spotting him, amd diavolo could have sworn lucifer face brightened even just a little upon seeing him.

Cue Lucifer being strictly reprimanded for conversing with demons beyond strictly necessary, he is the pride of the heavens and it wouldn’t do to have him sully himself with the likes of the demon lords son. Lucifer disagrees, thinking about how much more kindness diavolo, Prince of hell, showed him in those few minutes, than the entirety of heaven ever has in its long, sterile existence. He doesn’t speakup though, wanting to set a good example for his younger brothers. Lucifer never speaks of his encounter with diavolo, eventually almost convincing himself that diavolo was trying to lure him in with false kindness, and whilst deep in his heart he knows it isn’t true, he tells himself this often enough that he can never think of the conversation without the doubt seeping in. His holds true until he one day spots Diavolo whilst patrolling with Micheal and wonders how he ever believed that. He can feel the Diavolos joy and overwhelming love for him and he’d never felt lighter. He wishes he could feel that lighthearted every day, but it’s over in seconds, Micheal grimacing at diavolo in polite warning. Lucifer knows he can’t go back without raising suspicions, especially after his patrol paths are changed. Diavolos infatuation with lucifer was mistaken as malicious by the heavens, believing that the soon to be king would love to claim ruin to one of heavens favourite angels.

Diavolo doesn’t know about the change, and still visits the inbetween, it’s his escape. He’s crown Prince and just become an adult, and with a mother no longer in the picture, the court is desperate to have him marry soon. He hates it, he doesn’t want to force any of these women to be with him. Months and months of countless ladies, dutches, baroness and even other princesses pass before he is shouted at, told what a pain he is being for them, how he’s only thinking of himself, they need a new heir and he needs someone to rule alongside. He’s a demon, not a saint, he snaps back, he doesn’t want to be with a woman, please stop trying. He Court Are annoyed beyond belief but start sending princes, barons and the like, thinking that maybe that would appease him. And thats when Diavolo realises, looking at these men that they want him to marry, he already knows who he wants to be with, and it’s the one he knows he can’t have. But Diavolo is so much stronger than anyone gives him credit for, he knows that he cannot truly love any of these people and as such, refuses to marry. He buries himself in other royal duties in hopes of appeasing the King, his father, amd whilst the king isn’t happy, he chooses to let it go, even if only for a few centuries, it’s good to see diavolo applying himself instead of wandering the realm and chattering time away and attending parties.

But sometimes, when diavolo can’t sleep, he returns to the inbetween, his safe place, away from all the rules, regulations and royalties of his day to day life, just to fantasise of how different it could have been. Demons can’t become angels, he knows that, maybe they could have lived a life on Earth together, among humans, he always had a soft spot for humans, would lucifer? Could the two of them run away together, never returning, forgotten by time to live the life they wanted? But he knows that it’s not possible, that time never forgets, and that lucifer couldn’t love him, he’s an angel, he’s a demon, he’s told himself a thousand times, but he can’t help but daydream, filling every resting moment with his ideal reality. He almost asks Barbatos if it’s possible, but after a millennia of longing he stopped, not wanting to worry the poor man, he works so much. So that’s where he stays, in the dead of night, streetlights long since darkened, looking over, he knows lucifer must be out there and well, he supposes he’s always been alone, it’s nothing he can’t handle

Lucifer knows. Lucifer dreams of going to talk to the Prince who loiters by the inbetween. The Prince who he knows as helped lost angels, sending them back to where they’re safe. If he truly was waiting to kill him like the vicious beast heaven depicts him as, surely he wouldn’t be so kind, so understanding.

Diavolo Is still at the inbetween when he’s alerted by Barbatos‘ Pressence. Theres a war, and not just a small territorial one, angels are rebelling. Armies are being sent to attack heaven whilst it’s weakest. Diavolo doesn’t agree with war, but his father is acting monarch, he can’t stop this. He almost prays that night, to god, for lucifers safety.

[Mr Rose by Spence Hood, the song that hit me like a truck before I wrote this. I can’t but imagine diavolo singing it, about lucifer, Someone Said it sounded like something a Disney Prince would sing and I couldn’t stop untill I’d written this]

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me headcanons #obey me! lucifer #obey me! diavolo #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #THI #love these boys #i want them to be happy #but really #listen to the song if you have time #it’s so good #so many emotions #OP Is longing and it shows.#platonically

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padme-parker · 4 years ago

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Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 6)

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: You go to Onderon and meet someone you’ve been longing to see. Another call to home ensues and hearts get broken.

Warnings: angst, maybe cursing, I can’t think of anything else. oh and bad plot lmao

WC: 4.0k

A/N: this isn’t proof read so it might be scuffed.

read chapter 5 here

C O R U S C A N T

After the nightmares began, Anakin was rarely around, only making you more susceptible to the dark side. You truly did want to tell him about what had been keeping you up at night, but how were you going to contact him when he was never around and the connection the two of you shared was seemingly cut off? You weren’t able to feel his emotions nor feel his presence. It was as if he had blocked you off, almost like he was dead, but he wasn’t. You knew that he went on more campaigns as he was barely spending time in the temple, wanting to stay as far away from you. And if the two of you ever were in the same room by sheer luck, he pretended that you didn’t exist.

On days where both Anakin and Obi Wan were gone, you trained with a girl named Xin. In a way, she reminded you of the mandalorian Sabine: intelligent, strong, and creative. She was skilled with her lightsaber, but also greatly skilled in hand to hand combat, making her an excellent training partner. When all three of them were gone, you spent time learning binary after shortly being gifted a droid. R2-KT, or Kaytee as you liked to call her, accompanied you on your walks around the Jedi temple, often telling you random facts about it or Coruscant.

As time passed, you noticed how the council became weary of your presence. After noticing the color of your saber, which wasn’t hard to miss, the Jedi Masters seemed to focus their attention on you whenever you were in the room with them. You would have liked to believe that you had begun to earn their trust, but you understood their cautiousness towards you. Hell, you would’ve probably reacted the same way if someone came to Earth using a big stone hidden in the middle of nowhere claiming that the fate of the universe rested in their hands.

The halls of the temple were empty- excluding the sentinels- as you roamed around with Kaytee at your side. It was still so surreal being in the Jedi temple. Six months ago you were on Earth, spending time with your family. It seemed so long ago since you were first introduced to Star Wars.

You were foreign to the concept of bonding, spending time with your peers. After spending almost 17 years in foster care, you learned to not attach yourself. To become cold, detached, and observant of your surroundings. With your arrival to the tower, it became a shock to you when you found out that the team spent time together willingly. Some nights they played games like Uno and Cards Against Humanity. You would always sit in the corner and watch them, not comfortable enough to be engaging with them in such a way like that. On the nights where they watched movies, you would always sit in the furthest seat away from the group. It stayed like that until Peter started coming to the bonding nights.

Due to the fact that he was still young, he stayed with his Aunt May. Only coming to the tower to help Tony with his projects. So it was a surprise to see him there, but you couldn’t help feel more comfortable knowing that someone else your age was there.

“So, what’re we watching tonight?” He asked. The team let out a couple of groans, unsure of what they were getting into. “How about we watch Star Wars? I bet you those two grandpas haven’t seen it yet.”

“Hey! Watch it, Peter.” Steve said, putting his hand over his heart to feign hurt. All it took for him to apologize was one glance at Bucky. “Sorry Mister Winter- uhh James- Bucky-- no. Sir Barnes. And Steve.”

He goes to sit down, but before he does, he takes a survey of the room. He notices you sitting alone on the couch, “Hey, why don’t you come sit closer?” He asked. You shake your head, telling him that you were alright where you were. “What about you? Have you seen Star Wars?” You quickly shake your head, you see Peter’s eyes widen and he takes off to sit in the empty spot next to you.

“OMG. WHAT? How have you never seen the movies?”

“Not everyone has the privilege to have a normal childhood. I just so happened to be one of those kids.” You informed him.

“Right, sorry.” He apologized, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sure you’ll love the movies though.”

Peter was right. After watching A New Hope, the team had retired to their respective rooms, but the two of you had stayed up all night finishing the movies. After watching all three trilogies, you had a new found obsession, especially for a certain Skywalker. Even though some people thought that Anakin was a bad character, and sure the script was really bad, you really did love him. So when he betrayed Obi Wan to save Padme, your heart couldn’t help but break. Poor man was so whipped for the pussy :( I guess you could call it to die for.

Although your time on Coruscant was limited, you did your best to enjoy it. The six months you had spent here so far had been a gift. The environment was truly mesmerizing, and you wanted to share it with Peter. You tried not to call him often, the time difference was just slightly confusing. While six months might’ve passed for you, it had only been a month for your family back home.

You were broken out of your reverie by the buzzing of your holocom, requesting your presence in the council room. Making your way into the room, you told Kaytee to wait by the doors. You stood in the middle of the room with your hands clasped behind your back, waiting for them to address you.

“Nice to see you it is.” Master yoda said. “A task for you, we have.”

A task? What could they possibly want you to do? There was no way they’d be sending you on a mission, they never did.

“We want you to travel to Onderon. They are celebrating their liberation from the separatists. I don’t know why but Anakin and Obi Wan would like for you to be present-” Before Mace can finish his sentence he is cut off.

“I believe what Master Windu is trying to say is that they would both like for you to experience what our galaxy has to offer.” Shaak Ti answered for him. “There will be other Jedi there too, but you will be traveling on your own.” She said. “Oh, and please keep in mind, this celebration is also being held in remembrance for Steela, their fallen leader.”

“Understood, may I leave now?” Master Yoda gave you a nod, allowing you to leave. You made your way to the hangar, Kaytee following close behind you. Well, it looks like it was time to see Anakin again.

O N D E R O N

Your journey to Onderon is short, but you take the time to fiddle with Kaytee. Cleaning her up to make her look presentable. Weeks after you were gifted the droid, you took the time to fix her up and reprogram her to your liking. With the touch of a button, you could make her record a hologram, send her your location, or gouge out someone's eye if needed. You truly did love your droid, and you thanked the stars that Stark taught you how to code, program, and build trinkets of your own.

Kaytee lands the ship with a heavy thud, “I know you're excited to see Artoo, but we need to be careful with this ship. It’s not ours.” You told her, and in return you get a series of apologetic beeps. The door opens with a hiss, you signal for Kaytee to follow you. Stepping off, you notice all of the other ships outside of Iziz. It was like all the entirety of the galactic senate was here, which you really didn’t doubt. You felt out of place in your Jedi robes. People were arriving in magnificent, mind blowing outfits. Gowns with tails that trailed far behind them and tuxes with flowy capes. This ball was going to have it all.

The bustle of the market only intensified with the oncomers. You had to make your way to the temple before you got distracted. By the time you reached the temple doors, the crowd lessened, or so you thought. Entering the temple, you were greeted at the sight of hundreds of people. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as people began to turn and stare at you. Screw the Jedi Council for not giving me a nice outfit to change into. Just as you were about to turn around and wander through the market, you heard your voice being called out. You tried to find where the sound was coming from, only to get confused and jolt your head around violently as if you were a loth cat.

“Alyra! Over here!.” Your feet began moving on their own accord. As if you were being drawn to a presence. You come to a screeching halt in front of.. Anakin, of course it's him. Why am I not surprised that the force has literally brought me to him? Along with Obi Wan, R2, and Padme. Oh my god, wait, it’s Padme. I could kiss her right now if I wanted to. But I won’t. That would be weird, won’t it. Kissing her in front of her husband, who is my-

“Alyra, are you alright?” Obi Wan asks, breaking you out of your internal ramble.

“Yeah, I was just...trying to take all of this in. I’ve never seen anything like this.” You responded, pretending to look around the temple.

“It seems like you space out a lot.” He jokes, a smile on his face before he realizes no one else is laughing. He rolls his eyes before continuing, “Anyways, welcome to Onderon. This is my good friend, Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo.” He turns to face her while he introduces you to her. You hold out a hand, expecting for her to shake it. Instead she walks up to you and takes you within her hold. She hugs you tightly, you can feel her protruding belly.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! Anakin has talked a lot about you.” Both you and Obi Wan furrow your brows at the mention of Anakin speaking of you. Padme is quick to notice this and corrects herself, “I mean of what he’s mentioned to me about you today. Right, Ani?” She validates.

“Yeah, only good things though.” He testified, avoiding your gaze. It was weird that he was mentioning you to his pregnant wife, what was there to talk about? Not to mention the fact that he had been avoiding your presence for months now.

You squinted your eyes at him, “I could only hope so, seeing as though we haven’t spoken in awhile.” you accused. What in the world is he up to now?

You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to come up with a comeback, before he can utter a word, he’s interrupted by Padme.

“C’mon, let’s go to your room and get you changed.” Once again, you furrow your brows.

“Changed, what do you mean changed?” You ask her.

“What, did you think I’d just let you roam around the ball in those ugly Jedi robes? Come, I’ll let you borrow one of my dresses.” She drags you away by the arm, Anakin and Obi Wan shouting at her. Something about Jedi robes not being ugly, you couldn’t really hear with Padme’s giggles silencing them. Kaytee let’s out a giggle of her own as she follows you, Artoo’s personality rubbing off on her.

Padmé all but practically throws you onto your bed as she ushers one of her handmaidens, Teckla, to bring the dresses into your room. Teckla wheels in a rack filled with elegant looking dresses, along with a bunch of different heels. All looking like they could snap your ankle in half if you walked the wrong way. The first dress she hands you is body conforming up until it reaches your knees, from there it fans out creating a mermaid gown effect. While the dress itself was very beautiful, you thought of it to be too plain for an event like this. You and Padme both share a look before agreeing that this was in fact not the dress.

However, the next dress she hands you is a proper ball gown. You slip it on, taken aback by how heavy the dress was. She walks up behind you to tighten the corset of the gown. She does her best to tighten it up without hurting you, but you can’t help let out a wheeze as she gets closer to tying it off.

“Sorry, as much as I love this dress, I also hate it. I’m so glad I’m pregnant so I don’t have to feel it stabbing me at every given chance.” She said, breaking the silence.

“How many months are you?” You asked.

“I’m six months along now, almost seven.” She finishes tying up the corset before stepping aside. “What do you think?”

“Well, it certainly is fit for an event like this and I do think it’s beautiful. But it’s crushing me with every breath I take. I feel like if I sit down, I won’t be able to get back up.”

“Right, well I can fix that.” This time she takes her time picking out the next dress. She lets her fingers brush across the different fabrics, stopping at one that caught her eye. “Here, try this one!” She suggests. By the look on her face, you can already tell that this is the one. The dress is flowy and soft looking. You step into the dress, pleased to find yourself correct. It feels like you have nothing on. Padme helps you zip the dress up, along with clasping together the leather pieces. The light blue tulle layered over the dark blue, almost purple material complimented your skin tone. The dress had a deep v-neck, showing off your cleavage. Right below your collarbone laid a strap of leather, connecting to either side of your thick shoulder straps. From those straps, a thin piece of tulle was stitched on, giving you two separate mini capes for your arms. Aside from a strap of leather covering your spine, the dress is completely backless. It feels like you could go frolicking in this dress. Who am I kidding, Padme probably went frolicking in this dress with Anakin.

“So, what do you think?” Her tone is hushed, as if she was trying to figure out whether you hated or loved the dress.

“It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” You respond. “Kaytee, what do you reckon?” The droid let’s out a series of delights beeps, showing her contentment towards the dress.

“Great!” Padmé says before ushering you into a chair. “Now, we're going to do your hair and makeup. So sit still.” For once in your life, you shut up and sit still, allowing Padme to work her magic.

“Do you know the gender?” You asked, your question breaking the silence, and while the atmosphere wasn’t exactly awkward, it wasn’t comfortable either.

“Oh no, I’d rather not. It’s not like it matters to me anyways. As long as my child is happy and healthy, then so am I. But it’s ironic because I haven’t been to a check up yet.” Padme gently pulls your hair back, leaving two pieces in the front to frame your face. It was simple, not taking any attention away from the dress.

No check up? Maybe that’s why Padme didn’t know she was having twins. “So you haven’t seen a doctor or a medical droid yet?” Your eyes follow her as she pulls makeup out of her bag, her collection vast.

“No, not really. I don’t have very much time to myself due to the fact that I’m a part of the senate. But I do my best to make sure I stay healthy for my baby and me. I also just want it to be a surprise.” Padme finds a foundation shade similar to your skin tone and blends it in.

“What if you have twins? What will you do then?” You probably weren’t supposed to be asking her questions like these, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe you should’ve asked why she had so much makeup instead.

“Well..” She sighed while blotting powder all over your face. “..I suppose if it happens, then it happens. It’s the will of the force.” She finishes powdering your face before moving to your eyebrows. Padme takes an angled brow brush and begins to fill them in, giving it a naturally fuller look.

“So, you believe in the force?”

“How could I not? I work so closely with the Jedi, I’ve seen what you guys have done. The father is very close friends with the Jedi.” Padme said, implying that the father was in fact a Jedi. It felt like you were intruding, but then again, you weren’t necessarily forcing her to tell you this. You had only met her moments ago and she already trusted you enough with her secrets.

“Really? I thought the Jedi weren’t allowed to form attachments?”

“Oh… we weren’t really together. It was sort of a one night thing. But he’s going to be in the child’s life.” She covered up.

The conversation went on like that for a while before Padme announced that she was finished with you. After finishing your makeup and adding some finishing touches to your hair, she finally stepped aside, letting you see yourself in the mirror.

The second you saw yourself, your mouth fell open in shock. You looked absolutely ethereal. Padme kept your makeup very natural to bring out your features. She also added small, white flowers into your hair. You excitedly thanked her and got up to hug her as a way to show your gratitude.

“Shall we get going now?” She offered

“Oh, if it was alright with you, I was going to stay behind. I have to contact somebody.” You asked

“Of course, I’ll see you later then.” She said before gathering all of her belongings and leaving with Teckla. As Padme arrives, Anakin notices that you weren’t with her.

“Where’s Alyra?” He asked her, eager to see what she would look like out of her Jedi robes.

“She said she had to talk to someone.”

Meanwhile, in your room you were getting ready to call Peter. Honestly, you had no idea if you had connection on Onderon, but you were about to find out. Taking off your necklace, you were pleased to see the green light, indicating that you were indeed connected to the bridge. You scroll through your contacts before finding Peter’s name. You hit the dial button and wait for it to connect.

E A R T H

Peter is sleeping when he gets a call, the bracelet on his left hand vibrating. He thinks nothing of it and almost declines the call. That is until he realizes it’s you calling on the bracelet he had designated just for you. He jumps up from his sleeping position and quickly answers your call. Peter can’t help but let out a gasp of awe the very second your face pops onto the hologram.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You move closer towards the camera and inspect your face, only to find no flaws.

“Nothing...it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you like this.”

“Like what?” Your eyebrows scrunch together, the confusion clear on your face.

“All… dolled up.” Peter’s response makes your face blush a hot red. You let out a shy laugh as your hand comes to rest at the back of your neck. He was right, it had been so long since you’ve felt this pretty. It felt good, for once you had felt good.

“Thanks, Pete. It feels good to be in something other than Jedi robes.”

“Not that I’m saying you can’t be dressed up like this, but exactly why are you so dressed up?” He pondered, he knew it wasn’t like the Jedi to go about their duties in exquisite gowns.

“I’m actually on Onderon.” You pan the camera towards the view outside of your window. “The Jedi have invited me to a celebration of Onderon’s liberation. But also in memory of Steela I believe. I really wish you were here with me. I still don’t understand why they couldn’t have sent both of us.”

“I miss you too, but you know I have a duty here on Earth.”

“Duty? So did I Peter!”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. With me being Spiderman-”

“It’s not like they don’t have any other superheroes. I mean come on, admit it! You know more about Star Wars than I possibly could. You should be here with me.” You huff out before changing the subject, “Anyways, how are you? Did you end up fixing things with MJ?”

“I’m fine, but no, we didn’t. We both agreed that we’d be better off as friends. Besides I’ve already moved on.” He confessed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. It’s now or never Peter, you’ve gotta tell her.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your split. But hopefully you and this new person will work out-”

“It’s you.” He says, abruptly cutting you off. Peter watches you tilt your head as your brows scrunch together again.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s you,” He repeats, taking a deep breath before speaking again, “It’s always been you. I didn’t realize it until you had left… I didn’t think I could miss someone so much.”

“Peter…. I don’t know what to say.” You uttered out,

“Please, say something- anything.” He begged, hoping he hadn’t just ruined years of friendship. Peter watches as you open and close your mouth, searching for the right words.

“...I can’t.” You say as you shake your head. “I can’t be with you, Peter.”

“Why? Is it because of my age? Come on, Y/N, I’m only two years younger than you.” He pleads

“It’s not that. You’re just not the right person for me, Peter. I know it in my very soul.”

“Oh yeah? And who is, Anakin?” He taunts, he can feel his eyes water as he watches you look away from him. “No freakin’ way. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Peter lets out a scoff.

“You’ve got to understand Pete, I love him. I really do.”

“NO! You don’t love him. You’re just obsessed with him. You think you can save him but you can’t! No one can! You can’t change his destiny.”

“What do you even know about love? You can’t tell me who I can and can’t love. It doesn’t work like that. You know nothing about it-”

“I LOVE YOU!” He screams, breaking the silence in his Queen’s apartment, surely waking up May. “Why isn’t that enough?” Peter watches as tears slowly stream down your face as he lets out a few of his own.

“I’ve got to see this out until the end, you know that Peter...I could only wish that it was enough, but it’s not. You’re like a brother to me, don’t do this to me. To our friendship...I’ve got to go now.”

“No, you don’t get to leave again-”

“I’m sorry, goodbye, Peter.” You end the call and Peter is left staring at the wall, mouth hung open in shock. He couldn’t believe this just happened to him. He faintly makes out the sound of Aunt May knocking on his door.

Without waiting for a response, she cracks open his door. She takes notice of the tears falling off of his face and closes her mouth. Aunt May is silent as she makes her way across his room, holding her arms out for him. Peter gratuitously accepts her embrace, his sobs muffled by her clothes.

No words are spoken as Peter cries his heart out, never in a million years did he think you’d be the one to break him.

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#star wars #anakin #Anakin Skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #Anakin Skywalker x Padme Amidala #anakin skywalker fanfic #Padme Amidala #obi wan kenobi #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker x reader angst #unrequited love #its been so long #sorry lmao

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jenivi7 · 3 years ago

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writing tag game!

Thank you @clyde-side and @bdeblueyes for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22 plus a small handful on ff.net that I still intend to move over to AO3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

30,445! I’m surprised it’s that much considering how short most of those stories are. (And it’s a little deceptive since it doesn’t include the 80k monstrosity that is Ryou and the Thief. That one’s probably going to stay on ff.net though.)

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Those Things He Keeps for Himself (Total agreement. Personally I think this is the best thing I’ve written so far.)

Human (Was at #1 until very recently! I attribute this entirely to the story being on @shinayashipper’s Rivalshipping Rec List. Thank you Red! <3 )

Black (From when I wandered into Homestuck fanfic for a brief time! I’m still stupid proud of this one though.)

Ghosts, Goths and Other Anxieties (original short story) (I swear I’ll get back to posting the big bang version soon)

Finality (This one’s so old but I guess people still like their tendershipping! I mean, same~)

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do try to respond to everything! I so appreciate when other authors respond to me and do my best to return that good good energy. Also I genuinely like chatting with people (especially about something I wrote lol) even if I get overwhelmed sometimes and can be slow ^^;

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

This is a tough one cause when I start a story, it’s usually with the goal of giving the characters a happy end but it’s probably Coffee and Cigarettes. It was for a pairings competition where the random pairing was Mana/TK Bakura and I gave them a weird little break in the middle of canon where they both know what’s about to happen and it just came out sad. NO WAIT I’M WRONG. Lol I just gave my story list another look and it’s definitely Crazy for You! That was an insane asylum AU that’s ABOUT everything going straight to shit.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh goodness, almost all of them! I love a happy ending. Like, the story doesn’t have to be all fluff, it can have an impossible looking problem or be about two people who just don’t go well together but I love a good, satisfying resolution. Most recent happy ending is No Betting, just a bit of adorable, domestic, peachshipping fluff. Favorite happy end is probably A Million Missed Chances, Mai/Valon. I feel like Mai is a challenging character to give a happy ending to. She’s just stubborn like that <3

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

So, I haven’t written a crossover yet by myself but @miss-moberg and I will often throw around ideas for ones where we will use YGO characters or parts of the world building or magic system to fix things we don’t like in other canons. Right now we have a RP that’s a BNHA/YGO crossover where… oh, spoilers for BNHA: instead of going crazy and faking his own death, Toya grabs both his brothers and just fucking leaves. They run away to Domino, get picked up by Ryou and Akeifa (TK Bakura) and it quickly becomes the found family story I didn’t know I needed. We do some wild things blending the two canons. Domino is this little pocket where shadow magic keeps the hero and villain nonsense out and the citizens are pretty ok with it. Yugi and Atem are the city’s guardians. Ryou and Akeifa are not allowed to use shadow magic though they have access to it. I think Ryou and Yugi had proper quirks that they sacrificed to the shadows at some point, each for something different thing that they wanted or needed. Oh! We have quirks being derived from shadow magic at some point in the distant past and the shadows are always happy to take a quirk back to fulfill a wish or desire. They’re tricky though and usually corrupting. Very classic fairytale where it’s a thing you don’t want to make a deal with. Seto is quirkless and basically runs the city behind the scenes. He can’t deny the existence of heroes and villains but still refuses to believe in magic. This always gives Atem a headache when they have to coordinate to protect the city. Which is often.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

A couple criticisms but no outright hate I don’t think. Or if I have it was so long ago I don’t remember. I was on ff.net at the worst times too and somehow all the hate just passed me by.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I love smut so much but I rarely write it. For stories I just usually end up with one or two erotic sentences. RPs are the exceptions to that though and are where all the good stuff happens. >.>

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. Haven’t had one stolen, haven’t had one taken down. I’ve stayed small enough to fly under the radar for both things luckily enough!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I wish! Man that would be amazing <3

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Ryou and the Thief is a cleaned up version of @miss-moberg and my very first RP. (And the only RP of ours to ever hit an actual ending.)

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Puzzle with Gemshipping very close behind though I ship many, many things.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Phoenix. It was one of my very first fanfics started almost 15 years ago and while I’d love to finish everything, that one’s just not going to happen. It’s been too long and I’ve grown way too much as a writer to go back to it now.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think it’s dialogue. And maybe the ability to be amusing. Not funny-funny but like, lightly humorous when setting scenes or winding up to something.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

RUN ON SENTENCES. Sometimes they get away from me a bit XD

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Haaaa, actually when I first started writing fanfic I would throw in Japanese phrases and honorifics and looking back, it’s pretty cringe. BUT I can appreciate it as it was originally intended: learning and practicing a new language. If it makes sense for the character or situation though it’s really cute, like in Allargando by Slaycinder where Atem uses Arabic endearments for Seto. (Have I gushed about that fic on my blog yet? It’s so good.) Ancient Egyptian is the exception to everything I just said. I absolutely LOVE when someone takes a stab at putting ancient Egyptian in their fic. I go a little feral for it and it was the hardest but the most fulfilling thing about writing Ryou and the Thief was doing all the research write actual AE dialogue for Akeifa early in the fic.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Yu-Gi-Oh. I’ve done a handful of things for other fandoms but Ygo is the one I keep coming back to and definitely the one I’ve written the vast majority for.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh no this is hard! They’re all my babies and I love them! Probably my favorites have been listed in previous questions already. Ryou and the Thief because of the sheer amount of work that went into it and the fact that we ran the boys through a whole ass adventure, Coffee and Cigarettes because it’s such a fun, quirky little thing with a great atmosphere and Those Things He Keeps For Himself because I feel like I was able to really capture the idea in my head effectively and there’s some great imagery in it.

TAGGING: Oh my god this took me so long to finally sit down and complete that probably everyone I would tag has done it already! So not tagging anyone this time but please do it if it seems fun!

#tag game #writing #putting this in jenific because it has so many links in it #jenific #ygo

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lilyofthesword-writes · 4 years ago

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Impossibly Redeemable - 09 - Snakes & Ladders

Loki/Infinity Train Crossover

Summary: Shortly after faking his death in Svartalfheim to fool Thor, Loki wakes up to find himself in a realm that is not the one he “died” in. After meeting another person in a similar predicament, he learns the only way home is through redemption. But how can he possibly do that? Monsters like him don’t deserve redemption, do they?

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Word Count: 976

Warnings/Disclaimers: Other than Eva being terrified of how large the train is and fast it is moving, no warnings. More on the fluffy side.

A/N: This one is a tad shorter than usual. Hopefully what I was trying to get at is understandable. And the whole board game thing took longer to write than I had expected. Been years since I ever played it.

Masterlist

The death grip Eva had on yours and Loki’s hands was almost indescribable. How did such a tiny mortal have the strength to elicit pain from a god? She slunk backwards away from the catwalk, nearly pulling you both with her.

“I- I can’t...” she muttered, the corners of her eyes welling up with unshed tears.

You knelt down to her height. “We have to if we want to get to the next car,” you cooed. “We won’t let go, Eva I promise.”

She shook her head violently. “It’s too fast... T-too high...”

Now it was Loki’s turn to settle on one knee. He kept his voice low and soft. “Would you feel better if we carried you? You’d be able to keep your eyes closed.”

Looking back and forth between you, she caught a glimpse of the reassuring smile that painted your face. She gave a tiny nod before pulling her hand from Loki and wrapping her now free arm around his neck while she buried her face in his shoulder. He tensed at the sudden contact, but that didn’t stop him from warmly embracing her as he rose to his feet, forcing you to stand as well. Eva was not about to let go of you - either of you.

Another inexplicably tall room awaited you. It wasn’t nearly as high as the stairs labyrinth which seemed to go on for an eternity, but it was enough to cause a sense of vertigo on the higher sections. Paths decorated with squares ran up and down the room with each level connected by ladders and... slides? Large numbers strikingly similar in style to the ones on your palms adorned each wall, currently set to zero.

Eva tugged you and Loki forward, inadvertently landing you on the starting square. Colored circles lit underneath each of you. Loki had green, you blue and Eva yellow. A bell sound suddenly echoed through the room and the circles beneath your feet flashed sporadically. A few seconds and only one color was visible: blue. The numbers on the walls spun in sync with each other before landing on 04, followed by the squares in front of you lighting up with the appropriate number of spaces.

Turning back, Loki could only shrug at you, unsure of what this was. Eva squeezed your hand before letting go. She had at least some understanding.

“Okay, then...” you sighed heavily, stepping forward to your square. “I guess we’re playing Chutes & Ladders.”

The colored circles under Eva and Loki lit up rapidly, eventually landing on little Eva. The numbers on the walls spun and read 06.

“Chutes & Ladders... That sounds terribly familiar...” Loki mused as the little girl timidly moved past you to her space.

Green glowed under his feet and the numbers shuffled again.

“It is a pretty old board game,” you teased.

The digits on the wall came up to 09, leading to a square with a ladder he was supposed to use.

Loki sauntered by you with a smirk, a hand ghosting the small of your back. “You wound me, Darling.”

He ruffled Eva’s hair as he walked by, which earned him the tiniest of giggles, before ascending the ladder.

“I do believe I recognize this game now,” he called out, peering down at you and Eva from the third level.

“Yeah?” you yelled back.

Wanting to be a part of the conversation, Eva chimed in, “What is it?”

Your new number rolled as 06, putting you up the ladder and past Loki.

“On Asgard, it was known as ‘Snakes & Ladders’.”

Your little companion got 09 and sped farther ahead, up a ladder and down a chute. “Why snakes?”

Loki contemplatively paused. 04. Following the tiny mortal for him. “Back down already,” he grumbled before answering, “I believe it had to do with the symbolism of vices and virtues.” He slid down to the second level.

“What are ‘vices and virtues’?” Clearly there were things Eva missed out on.

Blue - 01. Another ladder.

You hesitated as you were about to climb to another level. “We can probably answer that better when we finish the game.”

Yellow - 05. Up a different ladder. “How do you finish?”

Green - 02. “You have to reach the top.”

“But... What if-”

“Eva,” you called out to her, unable to bear the broken heart in her voice. “Whoever reaches the top will wait for the rest of us.”

“No one will be left behind. We promise,” Loki finished.

It felt like hours had flown by before you all reached the top where the exit door resided. Loki won, having made it to the door first. He was soon followed by Eva who latched onto his side koala-style with you climbing up last.

“I don’t think I ever want to play Chutes & Ladders again,” you huffed, trudging towards your companions.

Eva snagged your hand and tugged you closer without fully letting go of Loki, leading you to stumble. On reflex, Loki snaked an arm around you to keep you from falling further, the little girl keeping you near as she snuggled into the both of you.

The scene felt strangely domestic for the God of Mischief, yet not in a bad way. No. Far from it. The way you and Eva unconsciously leaned into him without fear or judgement - the of two you trusted him completely. A hand on each of your backs grounded him in the moment while you carded your fingers through the little one’s long hair.

Loki never thought he would want or have the family forming before him. The familiar warmth reminded him of his mother. This want, this need to keep you all close... He did not understand it, but at the same time, did he really need to? No, not really. He allowed himself this selfish moment to bask in peaceful contentment.

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New Dawn: New Horizons Chapter 6 - Meet The Angels

Warnings: some language

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: The kids take the new addition of the family. The Angels all find each other. Michael tells Gabriel some impossible news about his daughter.

Guest OCs: Just the usuals

Guest Characters: Michael, Castiel, Gadreel (Supernatural), Sam and Dean Winchester [mentioned], Chuck/God [mentioned].

Note: Far Cry: New Dawn and Supernatural crossover

This chapter was written by @athenalillystar. Hope y’all enjoy!! ❤❤😊

Taglist: @mrsladydiana @vicki-the-sinner @rabbitsoldier @wargames94 @maybeitslizzy

“That is enough you two” a voice tells them, coming out from the fog. The 4 of them look in the direction of the voice. They see three silhouettes walking through the radiation fog. As they walk closer, they see their older brother Michael along with Castiel and Gadreel.

“Michael, Castiel, Gadreel?!” Raphael asks in surprise, and relieved.

“Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer” Michael greets his younger siblings.

“Are there any more Angels out there?!” Uriel asks.

“Probably. But we’re not 100% sure” Castiel replies, sighing. In his usual monotone voice.

“Father did all of this. I can’t believe it” Michael says, looking around the radiated wasteland.

“I know. I know he told me that Mandy Winchester needed to protect Joseph Seed” Raphael says, disappointment in his voice.

“There might be more of us out there. Samandriel might be out there along with Anael, and Ishim” Gadreel adds.

“Is this coming from the traitor? The guardian of Eden?!?” Lucifer mocks him.

“That is news of the past Lucifer” the eldest Archangel steps in, “God betrayed us all. I guess that makes us all even now. Since we were all cast out of Heaven because he thought it was ideal to mess with the humans for his own amusement, then exterminate all of them”.

None of them know the real reason for their father, Chuck, causing all of this destruction to Earth, but many think it wasn’t an act of God, but nuclear warfare from another country.

“He went back on his word. Mandy Winchester protected Joseph Seed, and some Deputy stepped in, ruined it all for every living being on Earth” Raphael tells them, “That Deputy was ruining what they had built. We needed Joseph protected because Father said so”.

Castiel steps in, “And look what happened. Chuck doesn’t care, he doesn’t care about the humans, he doesn’t care about us and certainly doesn’t care about his creations”.

Michael sighs, and says “Okay that’s enough” he walks over to the edge, and looks beyond.

Looking off into the distance. His brothers stand behind him. “Father created everything. All of this, and he destroyed it because he was tired, annoyed, frustrated with the humans, and he went off and spoke to one about the end”.

They all stand in silence, looking off past what was once the Silver Lake. The day went by fast, the evening sun is just about to set on the horizon.

“What do we do now?” Michael asks, almost in a whisper.

“The compound” Gabriel mumbles. Michael, Castiel and Gadreel look over at him.

“The what?” Castiel asks, in his classic monotone voice.

“The compound where I’m living at. With the Winchesters” he tells them.

“The Winchesters?” Gadreel asks, “Sam and Dean?”.

Gabriel shakes his head, “No, their cousins Paige and Kate Winchester. They live here in Hope County, they have a compound, and there’s enough room for all of us”.

Lucifer scoffs, mumbling in a mocking tone “That’s because you're sleeping with Kate”. The youngest Archangel glares at his older brother.

“Sleeping?” Michael questions his younger brother, “Gabriel? Sleeping with Kate Winchester?”.

“He married a Winchester” Lucifer shouts.

They all stare back and forth at each other. “You married a human?!? How did that happen?!?” Gadreel asks.

He steps away from the others, and says “When I fell and landed here”. He turns to face his brothers, “I went to the Winchesters. The only ones that I can tolerate. Sam and Dean have been dead for years now. I’ve been living with them for the past 17 years. A lot of things have changed. I lost the majority of my powers, and I’m pretty sure, all of you lost most of your powers. Yeah I married Kate Winchester”.

Michael steps forward, “You married Kate Winchester?!. The true vessel to Lilith. The sister to the true vessel of Abaddon. I hope there is no Nephilim in this!”.

“They do have a daughter Michael, but she is not from Gabriel” Uriel explains, coming to his brother's aid, “She’s from Kate Winchester, and the younger brother to Joseph Seed. John Seed”.

“That still doesn't make it any better” he exclaims, “If he was around when she was carrying the fetus then she will most likely inherited some of his angelic grace”. They all stare at their older brother in shock and confusion. Exchanging expressions.

“What do you mean, that Daenerys might have inherited some of my energy?!?” Gabriel asks, slowly approaching his older brother.

Michael lets out a soft sigh, “Were you there when she was pregnant?”.

“Yeah” he responds, confusion in his voice.

“How far was she?” he asks.

“7 in half weeks” he answers. Gabriel isn’t ashamed that he married a human, he knew from when he met Kate all those years ago, he would end up with her. So fathering her child is something he loves and appreciates. Because he loves Kate and Daenerys, he loves being a part of their lives and a part of their family.

He hangs his head down, sighing softly, mumbling to himself. The eldest Archangel lifts his head up, “There is a very slight chance that she might’ve inherited some of your powers”.

Gabriel scoffs, “That’s impossible!. Daenerys has never showed signs of angelic powers, or even wings for that matter. She came out of Kate as an infant, not fully grown like Jack did with Kelly”.

He immediately responds back, “And even if she did that still wouldn’t be any better. She would still be able to inherit your powers. She would be dangerous to those around her, that includes you Gabriel. Even if she‘s not from you. Also keep in mind she’s from Kate Winchester, Lilith’s true vessel, and she still carries demon blood”.

Starting to grow irritated by his brother's criticism of his new family, none of this makes sense to him “That still doesn’t make any sense!!. Does that make her a Nephilim?”.

“It makes her a lower class Nephilim. She can still have the basic powers of an angel, while remaining a normal human”. The other Angels stay silent as Gabriel and Michael have their debate on what type of species Daenerys Arya Brienne Winchester is.

***

The kids make their way back to the compound with the new member of the family sitting on Daenerys lap. Blocking her view from everything in front of her.

“Didn’t mom want us to get intel on the twins?!” Jeff asks them.

“There wasn’t any” Tom tells them, “Plus it’s getting dark, and you know how dad feels about us going out at night”.

They make it back to the compound, the front gates opening as they pull up to the property.

Exiting the car, Timber jumps out, sniffing the ground. Kate sees them, and an unfamiliar dog.

“Where did you get the dog?!?” Kate asks, walking up to them.

“We found him at the Meatfort” Daenerys answers, “They were gonna eat him”.

“Eat who?!?” Paige asks, as she comes downstairs, and sees the dog “A dog?!?”.

“They found him at the Meatfort” Kate tells her.

“The Highwaymen were gonna eat him” Bianca tells her mother.

Paige furrows her eyebrows at her kids, “They eat dogs? They really are shitty people”.

“I really hope he’s clean” Kate says, trying to put on her strict mother face.

“He has to be if they were gonna eat him” Jeff tells her.

There’s a silent few second pause between the kids, and their mothers.

“He can stay as long as he doesn’t piss, or shit inside the house” Kate tells them before going back inside the house.

*****

Later that night, everyone is in bed, asleep, Timber is sleeping in Daenerys’ room, she gave him a bath with the help of Bianca and their uncle Mark’s daughter Courtney.

Kate is in bed, reading her fathers journal he wrote over 45 years ago, flipping through the pages, reading about the monsters he had hunted alongside his brother Brent. Hoping her uncle, aunt and cousins are still alive after all these years. She closes the book, setting it down on her nightstand, shuts off her lamp and goes to sleep.

A few hours go by, and she’s still not even fully asleep. Tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. She suffers from insomnia, ever since the bombs dropped and even before that with her nightmares involving Lilith, Abaddon and Hellhounds. She gets a soft knock at the bedroom door, “Yeah?” she responds, her voice restless. Still laying on her side, eyes closed.

The bedroom door opens, and she hears, “I have the Kielbasa you ordered”.

She immediately sits up, and sees Gabriel wearing a fake mustache, while holding a silver platter.

“What are you doing?!?” she whispers, trying not to laugh at this Archangel's weird Trickster games.

He takes off the fake mustache, climbs onto the bed, hovering over her, aligning himself with her, she places her hands on his shoulders.

“We found them” he tells her, “We found the other angels that fell”.

Her eyes light up, “Really?!? Who did you guys find?!”.

“Raphael, Michael, Gadreel, Uriel and Castiel” he tells her.

“Castiel? You guys found Cas?” she softly exclaims, trying to sit up, but the Archangels weighs down on her.

“Yeah but there’s something I really need to tell you. It’s about Daenerys”.

Feeling her inside shake, numbing coldness runs throughout her body. “Wha-What about her?!”.

“Michael said that she might've inherited some of my powers” he tells her, “That she might be dangerous. Even though she’s not from me, she might have inherited some of my powers when you were pregnant with her”.

She shakes her head, “No, no that can’t be. She never showed any angelic signs, or any of that”.

He nods his head in agreement, “I know, I know but he thinks because” he stops for a brief moment, “Because of your demon blood”.

Her eyes widened, “No, no that can’t be. Sam, Dean and Paige cured me from that years ago. Before I even moved to Hope County”.

Taking a deep breath, “I know, but Michael thinks it’s a possibility, but it could also mean because of the bond Daenerys and I share. That it could be possible that she might’ve gotten some of my powers from our bond, or because you once had demon blood”.

Kate sighs, looking away from her Archangel husband, “So where are the other feathery boys?”.

“They’re over by what was once Drubman Marina” he tells her, running his fingers through her hair.

“Isn’t that a radiation zone?!?” she whispers loudly, her eyes widened.

Nodding his head, “Yeah, well we’re angels. We’re immune to radiation, poison, mustard gas and all that crap”.

He kisses her on the lips, Kate runs her hand through his hair, “So where are they gonna stay?” she asks. “I was thinking here” he replies.

Her eyes widened once again, looking at him with her classic Winchester family bitch face.

He explains himself before she could protest, “I know, I know Paige wouldn’t like that. I know you two want the kids to not be involved in this whole demons, angels, vampires and ghosts fiasco. But they’re more human than angels. You know that honeybuns”.

He kisses her again on the lips, but she pulls him in for a deeper kiss. He breaks it after a few seconds, “Okay, well I gotta get back to them. I just needed to tell you about this, and now I need to tell the others, and bring them here”.

“So what’s the plan?” she asks, “How are you guys gonna do this??”.

He groans unsurely, “I’ll get back to you on that because we still need to work on that”. Before she can ask him anything else, he disappears from the room. It’s been awhile since he's done that. When Dany was a child he used to disappear like that whenever they would play hide and seek. He would “hide” by disappearing like that.

****

Not long after leaving the compound, Gabriel has his angelic grace restored with the help of Castiel. Teleporting back to the radiation land. Needed to let Kate know about their finding, getting his brothers back on the same team, stopping the Highwaymen and putting an end to the twins' wrath on everyone in Hope County. Then hopefully getting their father’s, God’s attention. He’s back with his brothers in the radiated Henbane.

“Okay I’m back” he tells his brothers, “So we’re all good to go”.

“Took ya long enough” Lucifer sasses him. They all turn to face him, “So where do we go?” Uriel asks.

“Winchester-Smith compound it’s in the south part of Hope County” he tells them, “But none of them, mainly the kids, can know about you guys being angels because Kate and Paige don’t want them to live that life, or know they exist”.

The 2nd Archangel clears his throat, “Umm you forgetting something?”. They all turn to him.

“Remember, Cristina has seen, and met me!!”.

“Who’s Cristina?” Uriel asks.

“She's Paige’s eldest daughter” Castiel answers.

“Lucifer, the eldest Winchester has seen you?” Michael asks.

He nods his head, “Yep, and she knows I’m the devil”.

They all exchange looks, and agree with the Winchester kids not knowing what kind of entities they are. They all teleport out of the wasteland of the Henbane, and arrive outside the compound. Morning sun barely peeking over the horizon. The sky is an orangish blue color, animals running through the forest, grazing at the flora. Early hours of the day. Everyone is still asleep, or just lying awake in bed.

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