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elizabethemerald · 4 years ago

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Mama Skull, Coming Out

I’ve been wanting to write this for a little while. I feel like Mary, Darci and Claire are three of the best friends, none of them are straight and they would be 100% ride or die for each other. Here’s some stories of them coming out to each other, comforting each other, and coming out to their parents. Some parents are supportive, some less so, but they will always have each other, no matter what.

Ten Years old

“I think I might like girls.” Mary whispered softly. The music on the radio was playing way louder then necessary to make sure Claire’s parents could not hear the three girls talk. The ‘dance party’ they were having during the sleep over was the perfect cover for their conversation.

“Me too.” Darci said. “My dad called it ‘bisexual?’ When you like boys and girls?”

“Oh I’m definitely bi too.” Claire declared. “Like boys are so cute, and have you seen girls?”

“Oh yeah I have!” Darci smiled. Claire and Darci shared a warm look. There were certainly girls in very close proximity to them that they found attractive.

“No I mean I think I only like girls.” Mary said. She grabbed fistfulls of her long black hair and pulled it down in front of her face.

“Really? But what about all-”

“I just do it because I have to!” Mary hissed, shaking her hair back away from her face again. “My parents would never approve of me being gay, so I pretend to like all these guys so they don’t get suspicious.”

“Hey its ok, Mary.” Claire leaned forward putting her hand on the other girl’s knee before drawing her into a hug. “Well its not ok, you shouldn’t have to pretend, but eventually it will be ok, and we’ll be by your side the whole time.”

“Yeah we’ve always got each other’s backs. No matter what.” Darci said, warmly as she joined the hug.

Mary looked at her two best friends in the world, tears in her eyes. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely!”

Thirteen Years Old

The three girls walked slowly down the street. Eventually they found themselves in a secluded park where they sat on a bench. Now Claire could cry as much as she wanted without fear of others seeing her.

“You weren’t there! You didn’t hear the way they talked about… people like us.” Claire sobbed. Darci held her in a tight side hug, while Mary sat on her other side. “My mom can’t talk about it publicly because it would hurt her campaign, but she talks to my dad about it all the time. I have to just sit there listening and pretend it doesn’t hurt when she calls gays predatory or bisexuals sluts and homewreckers.”

Mary balled her hands into fists, her anger sparking in her eyes. Darci gave Claire a tighter squeeze.

“I’m so sorry Claire, I hate that you have to hear them say garbage like that.” Darci whispered softly.

“Garbage? It’s utter bullshit!” Mary snapped.

Darci glared over Claire’s head at Mary, but Claire gave a soft giggle.

“It is bullshit.” Claire said, a little wetly. She took a deep sniff and pulled herself up a little straighter. “And the worst part is it means I might never be able to come out to them on my terms. And if they find out on their own… they could-”

“They wouldn’t.” Mary declared. “It would ruin your mom’s campaign plans.”

There was a slight moment of hesitation. They had spent enough time online to know what exactly a homophobic parent could do to their child. Mary left unsaid that, while Mrs. Nuñez might not want to risk her campaign, but they all knew the Wangs had no such inhibitions. Darci suddenly sat up smacking her hand onto her thigh.

“Ok, what if we come up with a plan!” She said. Claire looked at her, wiping tears from her eyes and Mary leaned around Claire to do the same. “If our parents ever find out about us, we can just go to one of the other houses!”

“What do you mean?”

“If my dad finds out I’m bi and threatens to do something about it, I go over to yours or Mary’s house. We pretend it’s a sleep over. I mean we’ve already spent weeks at each other’s houses. We pack a bag, and spend as long over as we need to. I know my dad has said that you are both more than welcome to spend as long as you want at our house.”

“Yeah my parents said the same. And we wouldn’t even tell them why you are staying over, all they would need to know is that you are!”

“Ok, it’s decided. Emergency plan, if our parents ever find out we aren’t straight, we move in together!”

“Deal!”

Fifteen, before the Eternal Night

“Dad?” Darci asked softly. The two of them were driving home after a late night game, her mascot outfit tucked into the back seat.

“Yeah, baby girl?” Darci’s dad, Mr. Scott tapped the beat to the song on the radio on his steering wheel.

“Can we have a … kind of serious conversation?” Her stomach felt like it was all twisted into knots, but she didn’t want to put off having this talk any more. She didn’t want to hide how she felt any more. She held her back pack close to her chest, trying to keep her breathing steady. The pack had a week’s worth of clothes, and the other necessities for an extended stay. Her books were already at Claire’s house. Both Claire and Mary were standing by, just in case she needed to stay with them after the talk.

Her dad turned the radio off, his sign that he was giving her his full attention.

“What’s on you mind?” His voice was calm and quiet, and helped ease a little of the tension in Darci’s shoulders. She desperately wanted to back out, to not have this conversation, but she also didn’t want to have to be a secret any more.

“Dad. I’m…” This was her last chance. She could lie, make up something, she didn’t have to come out, she could- “I’m bisexual.”

She gasped the words out then squeezed her bag to her chest even tighter. Her hand flew of its own accord to the door handle, though she knew it would be a terrible idea to bail from the moving car.

Her dad drummed his fingers against the steering wheel again for just a moment.

“Thanks for telling me Darci.” Her heart fluttered at his response. “I understand this is a big decision to come out to me, and I love and support you no matter what.”

The words sounded stilted. Like he was remembering a script. Maybe he had expected her to come out at some point? But at least the scripted promise of love and support was better than him saying he had always guessed, or that she was evil or a sinner for who she liked.

“Does this mean you are going to break up with that Domzalski boy?”

“What? No I-”

“Girls would never hurt you like that boy could.”

“That’s not really-”

“Are you going to start dating Mary or Clarie?”

“What!?!”

“I always thought you had a crush on them and I think either one would be way better-”

“DAD!!” Darci shouted, hiding her face against her backpack. “Regardless of any crushes I may or may not have on my two best friends in the entire world, I am not dumping Toby to be with them.”

“Oh. Ok.” His voice clearly showed his disappointment, but he smiled at her after a moment “I love you Darci. And I guess, as long as you are happy I’m happy.”

Darci could feel that there was a But… coming after that sentence so she quickly turned the radio up all the way and started loudly singing along. Her dad laughed and turned the radio back to a more decent volume, but didn’t bring up anything else.

She subtly pulled out her phone and sent a text to the group chat with Claire and Mary.

[I told my dad I’m bi.]

The replies from Mary then Claire were almost instantaneous.

[Are you ok?]

[Do we need to come pick you up?]

Darci smiled, small tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Her friends were immediately ready to make sure she was ok. She texted back quickly to keep them from worrying.

[I’m fine. My dad is ok with me being Bi, I think he may have known for a while. No need for our emergency plan]

They both showed how thankful they were in the next several text messages, but the Scotts were pulling into their drive way so Darci pocketed her phone. She dragged her backpack into the house while her dad pulled the mascot costume out. He watched her lug her bag into the house.

“I may have to have a word with your teachers, baby girl. They are sending you home with way too much homework.”

“Ha, actually.” She set the bag down inside the door and opened the zipper. It almost exploded with clothes that she had stuffed in there in case she had to spend the next couple of weeks at Claire’s or Mary’s.

The smile on her face faded as her dad just stared at the bag. For one minute. Two. Darci was suddenly terrified, she had never seen a look like this on her dad’s face, as he processed why she had her bag packed. Darci was a moment away from hastily rezipping the bag and running when her dad dropped the costume to the side and fell to his knees in front of her.

“Darci, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” There were tears in his eyes, and Darci stiffened as he pulled her into a tight hug. “Whatever I did that made you think you would have to run away, that I wouldn’t love you no matter what, I’m so sorry. You should never have been afraid to come to me. I should never have made you afraid like that. I love you, Darci.”

He held her tight, tears rolling down his face and Darci started crying as well.

“I love you too dad.”

Fifteen again, After the Eternal Night

The sudden summer storm had blown in out of nowhere. It brought with it pouring rain, wind that made the power flicker every hour or so and of course thunder and lightning. Darci hummed softly to herself from her spot in the kitchen of her house where she was working on finishing the dishes. She caught a glimpse of the Bi pride flag her dad had purchased and hung in the dining room and smiled.

After their difficult conversation, and the significantly more difficult conversation that had followed about Darci’s fears her dad had gone over the top with showing his support. He had ordered the pride flag the next day (same day delivery) and since then had purchased almost every pride shirt he could find. He had one that said, “Proud dad of a Bisexual daughter,” that was his favorite. He wore it everywhere.

Darci nodded her head to her music as she thought about her dad when a knock at the door brought her head around. Who on earth could be knocking on their door at this hour, in the middle of a storm? She started to head to the door, but stopped when she saw her dad already there. He was being his usual over protective self, always just a little paranoid.

He opened the door after a second timid knock. The journey his face went on, annoyance, suspicion, relaxation, ending on shocked, dragged Darci to the door. There standing on their front porch, soaked to the absolute bone was Mary.

Darci immediately pushed past her dad to drag Mary into the house. Her friend was shivering, her hair plastered to her head, and she was only wearing a light T shirt. Darci pushed her down onto the couch while Mr. Scott grabbed some towels to help her dry off.

“Mary what happened?” Darci asked as she gently toweled Mary’s hair dry.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Mary asked instead. Darci glanced at her dad, it wasn’t even a question. Neither of them would send her back into the storm by herself.

“Of course Mary, you are always welcome here.”

Mr. Scott stepped forward kneeling down so he could look Mary in the face. “Do your parents know you are here?” Mary shook her head. “Do they know you were out in the storm alone?” She nodded. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Mary glanced away for a moment, then her eyes found Darci’s.

“My dad found out I’m dating Shannon. I need to activate our emergency plan.” Her voice was completely flat, drained of any energy. Darci grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close, ignoring how her own clothes grew wet from the contact. She glanced at her dad and balked, she had never seen him look this angry before.

“Of course you can stay here. As long as you need.” Darci said, giving her a squeeze. “Why didn’t you call us? We would have come to pick you up!”

Mary held up her phone, which Darci recognized as her backup phone. Her parents must have taken her main phone, however this one the screen was shattered and the rest of the phone was almost broken in half. Like it had been run over, or more likely thrown at a brick wall.

Mr. Scott shifted drawing Darci’s gaze. She blanched at the look on his face. She hadn’t seen him look this angry since right after he found her mother died.

“Mary. Did they hit you?” He asked, his voice straining to be calm.

“Dad!” Darci did know where he could be going with this.

“Darci, I am an officer of the law, and I can not just ignore this. Mary did they hurt you when they found out?”

Mary squeezed her eyes shut at the memory, shaking her head back and forth.

“They- they didn’t hit me. They saw Shannon’s texts on my phone. Demanded to see this one, then they threw it when I wouldn’t unlock it for them. I grabbed it off the floor and ran.”

Darci hugged her friend even tighter as slow tears fell from both of their eyes.

“I’ve never been so scared.” Mary whispered.

Darci watched her dad glare daggers for a moment, before he rearranged his face, to a more neutral expression.

“Of course you are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. How about tonight you and Darc have a girl’s night?” Mary nodded. “And tomorrow I can drive over to your house and pick up anything you need. Would you want to go with me?” She vehemently shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to make you see your parents if you don’t want to.”

Mr. Scott called Dr Lake over to make sure that Mary was unharmed. When she gave Mary the clean bill of health, other than exhaustion Mary went upstairs to change into some clothes Darci loaned to her. She also told Mr. Scott, her eyes like ice, that when he went to retrieve Mary’s belongings Mr. Strickler would be accompanying him to make sure everything was retrieved.

That night Darci helped Mary relax as much as she was able to. The first thing she did after Dr. Lake left was call Shannon to come over for a sleep over. Shannon was devastated to find out her girlfriend had been kicked out but together her and Darci helped to make it a fun night. And Shannon was the one who helped Mary fall back asleep each time she woke up from nightmares.

The next day Mr. Scott drove over to the Wang household, Darci went with him and Mr. Strickler because she knew Mary best and knew what things were the most important to her. They were able to recover some but not all of Mary’s stuff. Mostly because a large portion of her belongings were scattered across the yard and had sat out in the rain all night.

Her make up was ruined, but her clothes were fine, though soggy from last night’s storm. Mary’s laptop was in the same condition as her back up phone, which Mr. Strickler was quick to inform her parents that it had actually been on loan from the school and they would be receiving the bill for its replacement.

Once they had picked up as much stuff off the lawn as they could, and after Darci had snuck in Mary’s window to pick up some of the stuff that hadn’t been thrown outside. Mr. Scott told her to go wait in the car. She watched as first her dad then Mr. Strickler made what must have been a series of very colorful threats considering how pale the Wangs became with each word.

Eventually, father, daughter and changeling former teacher/principal piled back into the cars to return to their respective homes. Darci didn’t know what to do with herself while she drove so did the only thing she could think of, text Toby. Then immediately text Claire because if Toby knew it was only a matter of time before Claire did to.

[Hey TP. Mary’s going to be staying at my house for a while. When you come over, don’t make a big deal of it.]

[Got it. NP. Is everything ok?]

[I’ll tell you when I see you. Come over this afternoon?]

[<3 Sure thing!]

I feel like Detective Scott is while a little over protective, genuinely a good dad and wants the best for Darci. And I think it would have broken his heart to find out that Darci was so afraid of coming out that she had packed her things and was ready to run away. And that feeling would have added to his fury when he finds out what Mary went through.

Also when I first thought of the idea I was going to go into more depth about Detective Scott and Strickler’s threats against the Wangs were, but decided that it probably was appropriate, considering, *gestures broadly to the everything*

#claire nunez #darci scott #Mary Wang #Marynon #mairci #detective scott #coming out #Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #writing emerald

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akozuheiwa · 5 years ago

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Ship: Marynon

OTP, absolutely! I think they’d be really cute together and it would be so fun to explore, and either way I’d love to see more of them hanging out

OTP, BrOTP, NOTP?

#tales of arcadia #marynon #mary wang #shannon longhannon #i'm sorry this took so long #thought i answered and hadn't #whoops #yellowmagicalgirl

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im-the-king-of-the-ocean · 5 years ago

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Gay art! Mary and Shannon at the botanical garden!

So I wasn’t sure how to fit in a whole botanical garden, but have this Mary on kiss surrounded by a few 💐

(pose is based on E3 from this old meme)

#trollhunters #marynon #mary wang #shannon longhannon #whirls arts #it would have been better #but im squished into the corner of a couch #so these wont be the best quality #but still fun and gay

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tunafishprincess · 6 years ago

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Another announcement that Trollhunters Rarepair Content is almost here!

Popular couples like Jlaire, Steli and Stricklake and OC/canon characters are welcome to participate, but will not be counted toward the contest. This will be taking place from Monday October 22nd to Sunday October 28th.

Contest Rules:

1. Cannot be the main popular, canon couples or OC pairings.

2. Your work will be reblogged to the trollhuntersrarepairweek blog.

3. Fanart, fanfiction, and poems are accepted.

4. Tag the work with Trollhunters Rarepair Week

5. No NSFW art.

6. OT3, OT4 or more pairings are acceptable.

7. No child/adult pairings, even if the child is aged up. Period. I will not accept them into the contest or reblog them.

6. The top 3 most liked/reblogged pictures by the end of the week will receive a prize.

Prizes:

1st Prize: One free sketch of your favorite pairing and a 1,000 word fanfic of your favorite pairing by @tunafishprincess and one free sketch of your favorite pairing by @trololololololooz

2nd Prize: One free sketch of your favorite pairing and a 500 word fanfic of your favorite pairing by @tunafishprincess and one free sketch of your favorite pairing by @trololololololooz

3rd Prize: One free sketch of your favorite pairing by @tunafishprincess and one free sketch of your favorite pairing by @trololololololooz.

Week Themes

Day 1: Autumn

Day 2: “Should I smile because you’re my friend, or cry because that’s all we’ll ever be?” (Unrequited love)

Day 3: Space

Day 4: Roleswap

Day 5: “I love you more than_________”

Day 6: Crossover AU (i.e. your rarepair couple as another show’s pairing for example.)

Day 7: Halloween

If you have any questions, you are welcome to pm me or @trololololololooz

#Trollhunters #trollhunters rarepair week #rarepairs #barbmura #tales of arcadia #fanart #fanfiction #dreamworks #contest #gnome/goblin #gunbarb #marynon #strickrot #jlairby #warstaff #tlaire #joby

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talesofarcadiafemslashweek · 6 years ago

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Femslash Fanfic Recs List

If the story title has a link, that means it’s available here on Tumblr. Otherwise links to Archive of Our Own and FanFiction.net are available.

Please let me know if there’s a problem with any of the links or summaries (I tried to use the exact summaries the authors gave whenever possible) so I can edit accordingly.

Without further ado, here’s all the sapphic stories I could find :)

(in alphabetical order)

(more could be added in the future too)

Ajaire (Aja/Claire)

Stargazers by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean (AO3 Link)

Claire and Aja consider how they're going to cope with the fact that one day Aja will have to return home to her planet and they'll be separated.

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Claire and the Ghost Girl by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean

Claire meets a ghostly Aja one night in a cemetery.

Barbmura (Barbara/Nomura)

Autumn Blues by @tunafishprincess (AO3 Link)

It wasn't the blindness that bothered her; it was the peace that came after it.

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Armamentarium by @readingnerd22

Barbara cleans Nomura’s wounds.

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The Color of the Sun by Nerves (AO3 Link)

Barbara is a woman caught outside of time and space in an idyllic, soft world, knowing no other human than the man Walter. Her existence is peaceful and dreamlike - although lonely. All of that changes when another person enters her world: the woman made of darkness and clothed with the sun. The love that finds them will bring out the darkest that their world has to offer so that they may find the light.

**Please be advised to read the author’s tags on this story, as it a mature-rated story and contains more adult themes.

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freefall by @angorwhosebabyisthis (AO3 Link)

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Healing Music Suite No. 1 (series) by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean (AO3 Link)

Stories that focus on the sapphic ship of Barbara and Nomura. Includes fluffy ficlets, angsty oneshots, and the odd AU here and there.

**Also check out the barbmura asks & aus section of my ocean king blog or search the ship and/or character names there too, cause I have a lot of barbmura content.

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Imperfect by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean (AO3 Link)

Barbara and Nomura take Zelda (Nomura’s ex-familiar) trick-or-treating, and discuss parenting. Part of my Familiars AU.

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Keep Her Warm by @yellowmagicalgirl (ff.net Link)

The power is out in Barbara and Zelda's house. Takes place in an au where Nomura stayed in Arcadia instead of Strickler. Flash fic. Rated for brief angst.

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Motif by @magic-and-moonlit-wings (AO3 Link // ff.net Link)

A number of paintings in the Arcadia Oaks Museum’s collection feature women who resemble Barbara. Nomura notices. Nomura might also have the starting hints of a crush on Barbara, but she hasn’t noticed that yet.

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Some Might Call It True Love by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean (AO3 Link)

Since the first day of 3rd Grade, (half-troll) Jim has been trying to get his mom together with his changeling teacher, Ms. Nomura.

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Throwing Vases by @magic-and-moonlit-wings (AO3 Link // ff.net Link)

Looking for a fun 'couples activity', Barbara and Nomura take a pottery class.

Marynon (Mary/Shannon)

Aching to See You at Any Possibility by @yellowmagicalgirl (AO3 Link // ff.net Link)

Shannon was just friends with Mary, and she would be fine with it. She would have to be.

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The Art of Romance by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean (AO3 Link)

Self-proclaimed Dating Expert, Mary Wang, figures out that she's in love with the cute girl in her math class and how to ask said cute girl out.

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For You, Fall by @yellowmagicalgirl (AO3 Link // ff.net Link)

Mary reveals a secret to Darci.

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Goblinfighters by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean (AO3 Link)

Shannon tries to warn her crush, Mary, that goblins are coming for her. (a roleswap version of Claire and Present Danger with Shannon as the Trollhunter).

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Scary Stories by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean

a short scene written by request where Mary and Shannon are camping out and tell each other spooky stories.

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Stolen Kisses Minific by @yellowmagicalgirl

Mary and Shannon steal kisses from each other.

Morganbarb (Morgana/Barbara)

Artists by @im-the-king-of-the-ocean (AO3 Link)

Morgana never expected to fall out of the Shadow Realm. Nor did she expect she'd ever be given a second chance or that very old pains and traumas could be healed.

Day 1: Autumn (Rarepairs Week) by @eurydykakaput

Barbara and Morgana are out getting coffee.

Day 6: Crossovers AU (Rarepairs Week) by @eurydykakaput

A crossover with Avatar: The Last Airbender.

#trollhunters #barbmura #marynon #ajaire #morganbarb

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yellowmagicalgirl · 3 years ago

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For the ship thing, Marynon?

Disclaimer: I won’t do professor/TA because it makes me uncomfortable in general, and I won’t do witch/familiar for ToA ships bc the canon about familiars makes me uncomfortable doing shippy!witch/familiar for this fandom.

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Shannon's the werewolf; I'm not sure if Mary is hunting Shannon for killing or photo purposes

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

I'm gonna go with mermaid!Shannon for this; Mary does ocean photography when she's not doing much fishing-wise and everyone on her social media called the mermaid photo a hoax

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Shannon's the barista and Mary isn't so much a coffee addict as an "upload pretty looking foods (including coffee) to Instagram" addict

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Shannon's the princess who got caught a little too close to the royal treasury soon after a robbery and Mary's the knight guarding her

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Shannon's the teacher because we didn't get the name of her flour baby but Mary has Dwight "Eisenflour" Wang for a son

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Shannon's the writer and Mary's the editor

send me a ship

#marynon #mary wang #shannon longhannon #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #werewolf #merfolk #teacher/single parent au #answered ask #ziggy spiders

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lovevalley45 · 6 years ago

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ok i’m rewatching ‘the eternal knight pt. 1′ and i just noticed toby’s “i’m dating the drummer” comment to shannon n honestly? that coulda been perfect for a marynon moment bc this ship is always on my mind

#alli says shit #trollhunters #trollhunters spoilers #marynon

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yellowmagicalgirl · 5 years ago

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You have very lovely prose!

"I don't think this is our town anymore" with Mary and Shannon?

Apologies for this being so late!! Feel free to send more prompts from this!

“I don’t think this is our town anymore,“ Shannon whispered.

Mary felt the squeeze of Shannon’s hand, one that was no longer of friendship or affection, but fear. The sky loomed above them. The comforting blanket of the sky that Atlas had always held above them was grey, barely black. White star-like dots fluttered around them. They grazed Mary’s skin, the sparks burned like the small remnants of ashes from her Amah’s incense sticks.

She swallowed the bile sliding up her throat. Mary squeezed Shannon’s hand in return and smiled at the glasses-clad girl.

“Where are we?” Shannon asked.

“I’d answer, but -”

“We’re dead, aren’t we!?”

Mary blinked. “I don’t think so…” She looked down at her free hand. It looked pretty solid - at the moment.

It had been the Battle of the Bands. Claire walked up on stage in a ridiculous costume and started going on and on about some… Danger. Next thing she knew, there was a giant hole in the canal, magic monsters, and Claire with a magic baton. At least she got to see that hot edgy boy beat up one of the monsters.

She had grabbed Shannon and began to run towards the highschool, where Toby ordered others to go to. She and Shannon sat in the gym locker room, huddled together like penguins. If only schools had drills for magical invasions.

Shannon had laughed at her joke. Mary loved Shannon’s laugh. It was like a chirping bird, so sweet, so light. Mary wanted to keep her laugh, make sure she was always smiling. To see the small dimple on the left side of Shannon’s face, the way her nose scrunched up, and her how her blue eyes squinted under her glasses, that’s all she cared for at the moment.

There was a beat.

A single moment.

Mary leaned into the girl and closed her eyes. She could faintly smell the perfume Shannon always wore. It smelled of roses and lilacs. Their lips touched and a burst of love and affection bloomed from them. Mary’s hands wandered up Shannon’s body and caressed her face. Shannon smiled in-between the kiss and Mary leaned in closer. It was a sacred moment, her new religion.

It was Mary’s first kiss, in a metaphorical way. She had kissed before, yes, but never like this. Never genuinely, never happily. But this, this was real. God forbid she ever separate from Shannon.

But the gods above were not always so merciful.

Shannon opened her eyes and separated. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked up at the ceiling. “Do you hear that?”

As the ringing in Mary’s ears faded, she began to focus. The was a soft warping noise, easier to ignore than notice. She stood to look outside when suddenly, purple light filled her vision.

It could have been hours, it could have been days. Mary could see nothing, feel nothing, know nothing. Just darkness.

And then light flooded her vision, and she opened her eyes. A single light source stood above them. Rocks floated above them, bumping into each other and breaking apart. Faint screams echoed, explosions following them in succession.

Mary had been afraid before. She had been afraid when a spider began to crawl on her hand when she was five. She had been afraid before several tests. She had been afraid after asking someone out.

But she hadn’t been afraid like this. The feeling of her stomach curling in on itself. The urge to scream crawling up her chest to her throat. Mary could swallow it down, usually. But as Claire jumped through the hole in the sky, strangling a golden woman, Mary couldn’t help it, the strangled, animal-like noise that escaped her throat. The light source closed, leaving her in almost pitch darkness.

Mary didn’t even process what had happened after Claire jumped through. The golden woman had grabbed Claire, her hands so easily wrapped around her neck. There was a sickening crack and the girl began to float down. Mary had never seen blood float so gracefully before.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #marynon #fic rec #mary wang #shannon longhannon #claire nuñez #morgana #death tw

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