#okay maybe this isn't your sky sibling au but it's my sky sibling au so close enough

[deliciousartfox]

Octonauts: Demon slayer au

Story I posted on Wattpad but wanted to share on here as well so here's the story and I hope you like it :)

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕?

"Orson," a lady called out to her son. The boy, Orson, was preparing to head down the mountain to sell coal to the village.

"Your face is all black. Come over here. Because it's risky when it snows, it's alright if you don't go," the lady said while wiping her son's face. It was near New Year, and Orson wanted to sell some coal so they could have a feast

"I'll only go sell a little bit,"

"... Thank you," The door opened from the inside, and a girl, similar to the boy in both age and appearance, spoke up.

"Brother! Are you going to the village today? Let me come too!" Before she could step out, her mother(the lady) scolded her.

" No. You are ill and are in no condition to go out with your brother."

"But I feel better now, I can -" Before she could finish, her mother cut her off.

"No, Ursa, you were vomiting 2 days ago, and just yesterday you were coughing and sneezing left and right. You are staying home with me and your siblings."

"I'll buy you candy while I'm out Ursa, so just stay home and rest okay," Orson said while trying to convince his twin sister to stay home. After some bargaining, he left saying goodbye to his sister and mother.

Life wasn't easy, but it was a blessing. But, concerning life, it is like looking at the sky. It changes and moves because there aren't times when it stays clear for a long time. There also aren't times when it snows for a long time. Thus times when happiness is broken, there is always the scent of blood.

" Well, if it isn't Orson," a woman commented. Orson was prominent in his town, along with his family. They were known for helping people, and for working hard, there is not one person who hasn't at least heard of them.

"You came down from the mountain on a day like this, good work, but you'll catch a cold like this."

"I want to buy some charcoal!"

"Thank you for fixing up my door for me!"

"I also want to buy some charcoal!"

"AHHHHHHH ORSON I'M GLAD YOU'RE HERE. CAN YOU TELL WHO BROKE THESE DISHES? PLEASE SMELL THESE!" Being a hard worker isn't the only thing Orson is known for. Orson is also known for having a strong, sensitive nose; They say he can smell anything from 20 miles away, maybe more if he pushes. Orson leans forward and takes a sniff of the broken plate.

"It smells like a cat,"

"Eh, a cat?"

"SEE I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME!!!!!!!!!!!"

The sun was setting, and the vibrant hues of red, orange, pink, and purple were a stage that Orson would never forget. It was getting late, and Orson needed to get home before the sun was fully set.

"HEY ORSON, ARE YOU RETURNING TO THE MOUNTAIN?" A voice shouted out

"You can't continue. It's too dangerous!"

"O-oh, it's ok, My nose can smell anything. I'll be fine -"

"I'll let you stay the night, just come,"

"But..."

"ENOUGH! The demons will appear..." And with that, Orson went inside.

"Since long ago, human-eating demons come out to hunt at night, and because of that, it's a problem to walk around at night. You'll get eaten, it's beat if you sleep here, wake up early tomorrow and return home," Orson was tucked in his futon while listening to the old man. If you were to ask Orson if he believed in demons, he would say no. Orson has ventured out during the dark and it safe to say, he has never seen a demon."

"Can the demons not enter houses?" he asked

"No, they can enter..." Orson wanted to scoff. He would have been home at this point. What difference did it make if the demon could just barge in the house?

"In that case... everyone.... would be eaten by demons..." the white-haired boy yawned before closing his eyes.

"...The Demons hunters kill the demons for us.... since long ago..."

He must be lonely, living alone since his family died. Next time, I'll invite my mother and sister along. Even though it's scary, it's okay since demons don't exist. Even though I'm certain that such man-eating monsters don't exist, our grandmother said the same thing before she passed.

The morning arrived, and Orson had just left the old man's house. The morning air was cold, but he would make sure to arrive home on time.

T̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶, t̶h̶e̶ s̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ o̶f̶ b̶l̶o̶o̶d̶ i̶s̶ a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶.

Orson knew what to expect when he arrived home. He would see his mother awake, fixing up Breakfast, and his sister would most likely either be asleep or doing some other chores. His other siblings would also be helping around the house (except for the youngest, he could sleep all day if they let him). But what he didn't expect was for his mother and sister to be covered in blood just outside the door. His dear sister inside the arms of their mother, an image forever engraved in his head.

"WHAT THE- WHAT- HOW DID THIS HAPPEN-WHAT HAPPENED!" The scene inside was more gruesome, his 2 younger brothers, one cut in half and the other-he couldn't even recognize him; if only by his clothes, for his face was nothing but a mess of flesh and blood. Orson went and knelt in front of his mother, his shaking hands moving his mother's hair away from her face. That was until he felt something, -warmth-, not from his mother but from his twin sister. His sister was still alive, and with that, he picked her up on his back and ran back down the mountain.

Only Ursa had warmth in her body. If she sees a doctor, they might be able to save her. How did such a thing happen? A bear? Did a bear that wasn't hibernating appear? It was painful to breathe... the frozen air burned his lungs... but he knew he had to move forward... he had to move his legs faster.

They were still far from the village, he needed to go faster. He wouldn't let her die, he was going to save her no matter what.

"Your big brother will save you..." He felt Ursa shift behind him; her movement becoming more agitated before griping her brother's shoulder violently and growling loudly.

"GAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The sudden movement caused Orson to slip off the cliff.

' SHIT ' Orson closed his eyes preparing for the worse, but the soft snow softened his fall. He lays there for a while before opening his eyes.

" ...I'm saved...the snow, I slipped and fell on snow- URSAA!" Ursa was standing there swaying side to side in her bloodied clothes.

"Ursa! Are you OK, you don't have to walk. Let me carry you down the mountain! Ursa!!!" It was Ursa, but she didn't look like her. It was her eyes, they no longer held compassion, they looked angry.

They looked hungry

She was fast. She jumped on her twin with murderous intent, the only thing stopping her from biting her brother was the axe he had on him.

"A demon!" The old man's words came to his mind at that moment. Ursa, a demon? No, that's not right, Ursa has been a human ever since she was born. But her scent was different. Orson knew, though, that Ursa didn't do anything as she had no scent of their brother's blood and was being protected by their mother.

"Oof!" Her body was getting bigger, and her strength was increasing.

"While I was sleeping comfortably, you were all suffering. You were all hurting. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

"URSA! Try your best, Ursa! Try your best to hold it off! Somehow, you turned into a demon, Pull yourself together! I believe in you, Ursa!" A drop fell on the little polar bear boy. Ursa was now crying, muffled by the axe in her mouth. Too distracted by the situation at hand, neither of the two felt the presence of the intruder.

The two of them move out of the way just in time to avoid the sword. A man in a light blue lapis haori and black uniform attacked them with a sword. He had snow-white hair and blue eyes.

"Who was that...is that a Katana? "

"... Why did you protect them?" Orson snapped out of his trance and responded in a panic.

"YOUNGER, SHE'S MY YOUNGER SISTER!" She continued to growl, arms reaching toward the armed man.

".... I'm afraid she's no longer your sister..." He raced towards them. Abnormally quickly. Orson ducked his head trying to protect his sister, but he quickly realized that she was no longer in his arms.

"GYAAAHHHHHHH!!!" His sister was held with her arms behind her by the man in blue.

"URSA!" he yelled standing up abruptly.

"Don't worry, My job is to protect you against demons. I apologize... but I will have to decapitate your sister,"

"PLEASE WAIT, URSA HASN'T KILLED ANYONE! At the location of our home, there was another scent that I never smelled before! Whatever killed everyone was probably that! Ursa is different, I don't know why she's behaving like that but-"

"It's quite simple, If an open wound is exposed to demon blood, then you become a demon. This is how man-eating people multiply"

"URSA HASN'T EATEN ANYONE!" The swordsman was shocked by how persistent the boy was. He believed him when he said that she has yet to eat anyone, but he says it like it's always going to be that way.

"She was just about to eat you,"

"THAT WRONG! YOU CAN'T KNOW FOR SURE IN MY CASE! I WON'T LET HER HURT ANYONE! I'LL TURN URSA BACK INTO HUMAN, I'LL FIND A CURE!"

"I'm sorry, but there is no cure, there is no way to turn a demon back into a human."

"THEN I'LL FIND A WAY, I'LL FIND A WAY TO CURE HER SO PLEASE DON'T KILL HER! I'LL FIND THE ONES WHO KILLED MY FAMILY, I'LL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING SO PLEASE.... PLEASE" His begging was useless. The man raised his sword toward Ursa's neck, ready to cut her head off. Everything else was taken from him, so in a last attempt, he went on his knees and truly begged.

"Please stop......whatever you do, please don't kill my sister...I beg of you..." He couldn't hold his tears anymore.

"I beg of you...."The man snapped, finally losing his patience.

"YOU CAN'T GRASP AUTHORITY OVER SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE AND DEATH." Orson raised his head abruptly with a shocked look, still covered in tears.

"DON'T GROVEL LIKE THAT AND GIVE YOUR ENEMIES A CHANCE TO KILL YOU. TAKEN AWAY? IN THAT TIME THEY WERE TAKEN AWAY, WHERE WERE YOU? CURE YOUR SISTER? TAKE REVENGE? IT'S HIGHLY RIDICULOUS! FOR THE WEAK THERE IS NO RIGHT OR OTHER CHOICES."

"ENTIRELY WITH FORCE, THE STRONG CAN MAKE OTHERS SURENDER, MAYBE THE DEMON KNOWS HOW TO CURE YOUR SISTER, BUT I DOUBT THE DEMON WILL HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR YOU. WHY DIDN'T YOU SWING YOUR AXE? WHY DID YOU SHOW ME YOUR BACK? IS IT OKAY IF I BEHEAD YOUR SISTER IN FRONT OF YOU?"

'Don't cry. Don't despair. Don't do these things now. I know that you were knocked down. Your only family left became a demon. It's painful, isn't it? You want to shout, don't you? I understand.'

'Half a day. If I had arrived half a day earlier, your family wouldn't be dead. However, time can not be reversed. Be angry. Say that it's unforgivable. A strong, pure anger. Let it become an unshakable driving force such that your limbs can't be moved.'

'Frail resolution will not save and cure your sister, it will not kill your family's enemy.'

"STOP!" It was too late. The swordsman stabbed his sister in the shoulder, earning him a painful screech from the demon girl.

"STOP!" Orson picked up a rock and flung it toward the Swordsman. Not like it would do much, as the man easily blocked the little pebble. Orson ran behind a tree, picking up another rock and throwing it at the man as he once again dodged it.

"YAAAAAAAHHH!!!" He ran up to the man with the blue haori. An attack based on emotions. But the boy can't win against an experienced swordsman. As he used the handle of the sword to knock the boy out, he fell on the snow before being fully unconscious.

"........ Where is the a-" Out of nowhere the axe came flying toward the man's face just bearly missing. Just before he hid behind the tree he threw the stone, then he threw the axe up. He hid the fact that he was unarmed with his charging posture because he knew he couldn't defeat him. He tried to bring him down after he got knocked out.

"GAAAAAHHHHH" Ursa kicked the man out of the way, making her way toward her now unconscious brother.

'Crap! He'll get eaten!' Ursa got to Orson.

'Ursa is different!'

'She doesn't eat people!' Ursa got in front of Orson in a protective stance growling at him

'A long time ago... There was a guy who said the same thing and was eaten. Demon in a "starving condition" would eat their parents or siblings. Fixing that wound would consume a lot of energy. Also, because turning into a demon requires a lot of stamina, without a doubt right now she is very hungry. She's going to want to eat anytime now but those defensive movements, it's as if she's warning me...' She lunged at him, ready to attack.

"Maybe something is different about these two"

And with just a single hit to the neck, Ursa passed out.

A mother and two brothers surrounded Orson in a pitch-black void, looking at him with sorrow.

"I'm sorry for leaving you, Orson. Take care of Ursa for us" Orson woke up gripping some cloth. The cloth ended up being Ursa's haori. She was sleeping with a bamboo muzzle in her mouth.

"Are you awake?" Orson tugged Ursa close to him in panic

" ... Go visit a man named Natquick Belov, who lives at the foot of the misty mountain. Tell him that Barnacles Belov sent you. Because it's cloudy it should be OK. Make sure the sunlight never touches your sister... And I'm sorry for my outburst, I wish you luck." He vanished too quickly for the eye to see as if he wasn't there in the first place. Leaving Orson and Ursa there all alone.

Orson went back to the house to bury his family. Orson prayed while Ursa stared off into the distance.

"Let's go" Orson grabbed his sister's hand and with one final look, they took off.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜

[novankenn]

"Ozpin's Fault AU"

Birth of GoldenKitsunneGoddess (2/2) (943 Words)

Jaune clasped her hands together around her fluffy golden tail, that she had unconsciously bent about her waist. The flower printed sky blue summer dress with a modest neckline, and short sleeves made the embarrassed Jaune absolutely cavity inducing adorable. Velvet couldn't help but be entranced.

"Relax Jaune." Coco called out, "Just be yourself."

"Coco?" Jaune whined.

"Let go of your tail, and give me a little spin."

"Can I just..."

"No." Coco snapped. "Now give me a little twirl, or better yet a pirouette!"

Jaune pouted, her hands tightening about her tail, and her ears pressing against the top of her head. The pure little sister innocence nearly broke Velvet, she had to bite her lip to prevent from going older sister on Coco.

"Jaune, just go with it, okay. You're beautiful, and elegant."

"You're not going to do..."

"No. Everything will be tasteful, nothing fetish-y. Just normal outfits. I promise."

"Arc's word?"

"I'm an Adel." Coco wanted to start to cry at the 9000 power sad puppy-dog eyes. "Okay... I swear. Can you give me a pirouette?"

Velvet nearly collapsed as she watched Jaune perform the ballet manoeuvre flawlessly. It was too much. Jaune was just radiating attraction while simultaneously inspiring older sibling feelings. Velvet was forcing herself to not act. To not swoop in, yeet Coco through a window and carry Jaune back to Beacon, and safety. Then her ears drooped. Beacon wouldn't be safe.

"Bun-Bun? Are you okay?" Velvet shook her head, trying to suppress her older sister impulses, once she realized Coco was addressing her.

"I'm fine, just... just..."

"Shocking, isn't it?"

"You could say that."

"All that innocence, and sex appeal in one package. We're going to have to be on our toes, Bun-Bun."

"Our toes?"

"You're an older sister, right?"

"I am."

"And what would you do if you knew your most innocent and angelic sisters were surrounded by hussies, sluts, hags, cads, chads, and all manner of other reprehensible people that will only want into her pants?"

"Murder, justifiable homicide." Velvet growled at the image that Coco conjured in her mind.

"Jaune's in Beacon. That delicate angel has no idea how appealing she is. How she'll drive people insane... I need to protect my cousin, and I'll need your help."

"You've got it." An alert on her scroll drew her eyes down. "Holy Fuck!"

"Bun-Bun?"

"Do you remember how many followers your Duster account had?"

"About 75, maybe closer to 80. Why?"

"I'm set to auto upload the pictures I take..."

"Yeah, that's normal practice for when we do these little shows. Again why?"

"Well you almost 80 followers is now 2000!"

"2000?" Coco was shocked, and grabbed Velvet by the wrist, so she could see the analytics screen for herself.

"And that's from just one outfit!"

"Coco?" Jaune's voice drew the pair of huntresses-in-training from Velvet's scroll.

"Yes, Jaune?"

"I don't like these heels."

"I found the lowest ones I could find for you." Coco called back.

"They don't work with this outfit. I need something else."

"Excuse me?"

"These," the pair of open toes one inch pumps, clattered along the floor from under the curtain. "Don't work. Ankle books would be better."

"Are you..."

"You want me to do this, give me what I need to feel comfortable, please?"

Coco inhaled slowly and then moved up to the change room. Sticking her head inside, she catalogued what Jaune was wearing, and made a decision.

"You're right." Coco admitted. "Definitely need ankle boots, and not black either."

"Maybe pink?" Jaune suggested.

"I think pink would work. Hold on for a minute, okay."

"Okay."

Velvet blinked, and then shook her head, as she could swear that Jaune was actually sounding excited about pink ankle boots. That was a complete 180 from how she was acting earlier. Shaking her head once again, she checked the analytics, and choked.

"4500!" velvet screeched.

"What?"

"You now have 4500, AND they're all asking who the vixen is. Some are calling her a Kitsunne."

"Bun-Bun," Coco spoke in a very serious tone as she came back from the shoe section with a pair of requested pink ankle boots with about a 2-inch heel. "Remember that project we were considering?"

"The OnlyFans?"

"Yes."

"Well it is mostly set up, it just needs to be named, approved and published."

"Prep it. We'll use the Duster analytics for each posting. If we can get what 10,000 we activate the OnlyFans. Sound reasonable?"

"What are you two talking about?" Jaune called from behind the curtain of the change room. "Do you have my shoes?"

"Yes, I do, Jaune." Coco replied as she rushed up and shoved the requested boots through the curtain. "Let me know when You're ready to come out."

"Okay." Jaune responded as Coco power walked back to Velvet.

"So what about a name?"

"Has to be catchy, and unique."

"Well the comments are calling Jaune a Goddess, Golden Angel, Vivacious Vixen, plus of course there are the few that are swearing fealty to their glorious Kitsunne."

"Golden Kitsunne Goddess?" Coco asked after thinking for a few moments. "How does that sound?"

"It'd have to be all one word."

"That's fine."

"Okay, I'll set for the next shoot, and get the ball rolling on the approval..."

"Ask for authentication as well."

"Coco?" Jaune asked.

"Are you ready, Jaune?"

"I am, but I have a question."

"Okay, and that is?"

"After we're done with this pile, can I pick the next outfit?"

"Sure." Coco answered as she watched Velvet nod, indicating the process was started. Coco laughed, as she thought of how GoldenKitsunneGoddess was going to take the online forums by storm.

[panther-os]

Okay okay so here are questions for your bastard children au.

1. How does Ghost find out that Cam is a half brother? How did that conversation go? What did Cam react to realizing Simon Riley isn't dead and actually a scary mf in the 141? And how did Simon react to learning that his basterd father was more of a basterd than he thought?

2. Will the other siblings learn about Giles = Simon? Or is it a secret between Cam and Simon? I cant imagine it would be safe to tell all these people he barely knows. But also, they are family...

Probably more questions to come, but these are the main ones for now 💕💕

So there are several ways I'm playing with the reveal going! But basically it boils down to Cam is not ashamed of Simon, he is proudly open about who his older brother is and what he means to him. He doesn't go around announcing it, but when talking about why they wanted to join the military, he just very clearly goes "My older brother, Simon Riley, was in the service, and I want to be like him and make him proud of me. Yes, that Simon Riley, no, I don't think he's guilty. I never met him, but everyone said he was sweet, if grim, and he was very protective of his family, even and especially after he came back on leave. I don't believe he could've done it - killed the American? yes. killed his brother and mother and baby nephew? absolutely not."

Cam also talks to "Simon" out loud sometimes. Like a mission will go well, and he'll sigh and look up at the sky or into thin air and go "We did it, Simon. We made it through." (And Ghost will nearly break his own neck doing a double take if they were paired together for it.)

Cam is just glad Simon's alive and glad that he and all the other siblings were right and he was innocent. Though, he is a little sad he can't tell the others, especially Jambo. I forgot to say in the last ask, but Jambo is a computer nerd obsessed with proving Simon's innocence. He has maybe gotten in trouble for hacking government records (mostly because he's bad at it). Not even he thinks Simon's still alive, though.

Ghost is scared as fuck for Cam and the others. He's lost all his family before, he's almost certain it'll happen again. Cam gets in his face about it when the avoidance gets extreme though and is like "I chose this life, too. You only get to dictate the risks I take in my professional life, as my mentor and superior officer, not in my personal life as my brother. We are both adults." After that, things get smoother, and he agrees to be added to the groupchat with the best cyber security Laswell can set up on his end.

As far as learning about his half-siblings' existence... he's disappointed in his dad but not surprised. Or surprised that his dad is a disappointment. 🤷‍♀️

Keegan for sure finds out eventually, when the Ghosts and 141 finally team up. I think the others will start to suspect after a while, but they're not saying nothing. If Giles is Simon, they don't want to get him in trouble with the authorities, and if he's not, they don't want to upset him by treating him like someone he's not. So they all know but they're not talking and they don't Know. Not even Jambo. And this is 100% to keep them safe, Cam and Keegan and Simon all chose to enlist, the others did not. And Kitty is roughly the same age Joseph was when he died, which makes the feelings More Complicated for Simon. He got PTSD up the wazoo.

One thing that is related to it being family, though, is that Ghost's maternal grandmother - his Mamó Caoimhe (pronounced sort of like Mamaw Keeva), who he was super close to - is still alive. The Bastard Children in Manchester all take turns checking in on her and bringing her food and giving her company. They've never said they're her son-in-law's offspring, but she definitely suspects. But Ghost cut off all contact with her for the same safety reasons and supposed to be dead reasons after the massacre, and it gives him peace to know she has people looking after her. Specifically, being able to get regular updates on how she's doing without putting her in danger by showing up himself or straight up hiring a stalker - or begging Laswell - does his mental health a world of good.

I think that answered all your questions? 😅 Let me know if I missed any!

[lockoutkey]

I finished 2/4 of this weeks critiques so @crumchysocks this is for you and your sickness

Grian and Pearl have known each other since the first day the watchers brought them to their realm. The two were fearful after being snatched from…it was already hard to remember. The dark abyss they were in scared the children. But the tall winged people told them they were finally home. They were here to learn. They were family. Pearl and Grian looked at each other and felt the first bit of happiness. A sister. A brother.

They were too young to fly, their soft feathers not able to carry them. The watchers picked two of each. Pearl and Grian refused to let go of each other and the watcher wasn’t given a choice. They were taught history and magic and so many things in the span of who knows how long. They didn’t see the other kids for so long. Or maybe it was so short of a time. The dark world and huge obsidian buildings made it hard to tell.

Their soft colorful feathers slowly were replaced by dark purple ones. They didn’t notice at first, too busy growing stronger. Their magic crackling like lightning under the watchful eye of their guardian. Grian touched a fallen feather of Pearl, now purple and black like the non-existent sky.

They finally saw the other kids. They were taken to a colorufl world that hurt their eyes at first before bringing back blurry memories. Others, with colorful wings flying in a blue sky. A world like this one, large trees with vines hanging down. A jungle from their past.

The watchers kept them all on a platform and gave them one task. Fly. The young ones shuffled, scared to go first. Grian let go of Pearls hand, who tried tog rip lighter. He tried to tell her ti would be okay. He would show her. So he jumped. He fell. And he flew. The children cheered, one by one following him. Pearl followed him, shaking along with the rest of them as they langed not too far away, already exhausted. The watchers stood on the platform, making plans. The children jumped between trees, innocent to their future being written right behind them.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

IMAGINE..

《Catlad/Stray x Reader! HEADCANONS》

[ Mini Au at the end/separate: where Reader is Robin, while Tim Drake is Catlad! Miraculous Ladybug sorta vibe. [Vigilante Name]

-

Civilian Tim is a rich boy with neglectful parents, who often stalks Batman. But is found out by Catwoman. So, she strikes up a deal with Tim, where he becomes her little helper and he gets to meet Batman. He readily expects, becoming Catlad.

His parents don't die, but are aren't really present in his life. So Selina becomes his parental figure, she even shows off little pictures of them together when she teams up with Harley and Ivy on occasion.

Catlad Tim is cunning and witty. Often making snide remarks and cat-puns when he's confident.

Civilian Tim is shy, but popular, due to his status and smarts.

-

You smile stupidly as you gaze up at the clouds, lucky enough to make it on the roof of the apartment complex without getting caught. The warmth of the sunset tingling on your skin with the sky being painted in a cotton candy color.

"Well if it isn't Puur-incess! What's got you crawling out from your tower." A cheeky voice calls out, laughing at his own joke.

You roll your eyes, turning your attention to the thief.

"Thinking of my prince charming.." You reply, shoving him playfully.

"Oh..~" He wiggled his arms and made puckered lips. "How can I forgot, you talk about him almost all the time.." Catlad dramatically huffed.

You shrug, "I can't help it. I really like him, he's so-" Before you could rant, the cat themed thief interrupted you.

" "So sweet and nice, he's so handsome and cool! I could gush for hours!" " He mocked, trying to mimic your voice and expressions when you talked about your crush.

"Cut it out!" You yell, managing to put him in a headlock. Messing up his black strands of hair. Your face warm and hot like the sun. Smiling like a idiot.

"I GIVE! I GIVE!" He cried, pushing at your embrace.

You let go as the two of you laugh like lunatics together.

The both of you winding down as you sit together on the stony surface of the apartment building roof.

The sky losing it's pink, becoming a somber lilac..

"He'll be lucky.." Catlad utters out. "To be with someone like you. I m-mean." The sidekick said. Tracing the floor with his claw like gloves, watching you turn to face him. Full of hope, eyes brimming with love.

"You think?" You ask excitedly. Smiling like a fool in love.

"Yeah, your prince charming is probably dreaming to be with someone like you.. I would." He states absent-mindedly.

"Awww, Cat's!" You gush, quickly wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He stiffend at your touch, not used to such positive affection. But he slowly melts in your arms. (He was glad that Catwoman or any other villian wouldn't see him in such a relaxed state.)

"Maybe I should just steal you away.. But then you wouldn't get your happily ever after."

You heard him say, which in turn. Ignore, having gotten used to his flirty remarks. But wince when you felt a sharp pressures on your body.

"Cat's.. Your nails..! There digging into my skin!"

You call to the thief as his claws go deeper into your clothing fabric. He snaps out of it, retracting his claws, but not wanting to fully leave you.

"Sorry! I didn't hurt you, r-right?"

"No! Your good, just, ease up on the grip. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.."

The two of you soon depart, watching him jump away from roof to roof.

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[If (Y/N) was Robin Mini Au Headcanon]

You would be some kid that Dick and Jason knew. Before Red Hood and beginning Nightwing era.

Bruce wants to adopt you, but you still have a family. So Robin for you, becomes sorta like a part/full time job.

You aren't as smart as Tim, but make up for it with positive traits that has the whole Batfam love you like a little sibling.

Instead of becoming Red Robin, I would see the reader be called [Vigilante Name]/Luckybird. For the saying, 《The Lucky Bird Catches The Worm!》

Tim crushes on your Alter Ego more than the real you. He doesn't know what's your actual identity even though he knows Batmans.

Tim has considered becoming a vigilante for you.

Has often tried to gain your affections while as Catlad in front of Batman.

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"Heya Birdy~" Catlad calls out to you, waving the rare artifact him and Catwoman had just stolen.

Batman grunts at the teen, trying to protectively shield you with his large frame. Glaring menacingly at the sidekick from underneath his cowl.

Catwoman smirks at Batman, teasingly talking with her partner in crime. "C'mon kitten, why don't we give the Bats and your Bird a little chase?" She winked at the crime fighting duo.

"On it!" Passing a fake to Selina, the two of the cat themed vilians run off into the night.

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[Comments and asks appreciated! Thanks for reading! Maybe I'll do another vigilante villian swap again!]

[georgiapeach30513]

Do Turtle doves discuss about their following siblings? Fable is very Vocal about wanting a sister, but What about Birdie Mae? Is Fable teaching her weird chicken poop logic to her bestie too?

😩🥺 the Turtle Doves! So Birdie Mae isn't quite as vocal and sassy as Fable. Fable has a lot of Drysdale in her, and Birdie Mae has a lot of Arleigh in her. Just the sweetest little cherub. Plus, it helps that I want to see these two on the farm. Beau and Blade typically stay outside with them, but they pretty much have free range on the farm. There are no neighbors. And when they get neighbors it's Posie and Jax.

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The D Word

Summary: Birdie Mae and Fable chat.

Pairings: Fable X Birdie Mae

Rating: 😂

Warnings: chicken poop talk, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

The Turtle Doves Masterlist

Birdie Mae takes a stick and digs a bit in the dirt, Remy right next to the girls as they walk the property. Always exploring and always discovering new things. Fable spinning a beautiful tale of their adventures when they return, none of which actually happens, but Birdie Mae just giggles beside her friend.

“Biwdie, do you evew want a sistew?”

Birdie Mae stops her digging to turn and look at her friend. Shrugging her shoulders, before she goes back to digging.

“Me wuv my Eggy, but me want a sistew.”

“Have you, ugh,” she throws a rock over her shoulder, leaving Remy to go retrieve it. “Have you thought about asking your mom and dad.”

“Ahh,” Fable falls backwards in the dirt. Her little arms and legs running up and down and creating dirt angels. “Onwy wike evewy day. I wuv Eggbewt, I weawwy do, but a sistew.”

“What is so great about a sister?”

“Weww…me don’t weawwy know but ders not stwaws in der diapews.”

“A penis,” Fable sits up and gives Birdie Mae an odd look. “That’s what boys have. Like the rooster. A penis. Fennel, a penis. Dad’s heathens a penis.”

“Me don’t wike dat wowd, so when I say stwaw, I’m tawking about da penis,” Fable waits a moment and thinks before looking at Birdie Mae. “My dad has a penis?”

“Mine, too. We have a vagina.”

“A fwont butt,” Birdie Mae just shrugs. “How do you know dis?”

“I live on a farm. See,” she points over to the animals on the farm, and Fable only looks at it odd. “Dad said we can’t have one of each, because they’ll make babies.”

“Da chicken poop thing?” Fable asks scrunching her nose up.

Birdie Mae giggles and lays down flat on the dirt beside Fable, “The what?”

“Chicken poop thing. I can’t say the F word”

“Oh, Squish, you shouldn’t say that word. Mommy got on to daddy one day because he said he was gonna F word her.”

“The chicken poop thing.”

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about. Oh, that cloud looks like a rabbit,” her finger points up the sky, and both girls giggle when Remy plops down beside them.

“No what Beau does. He takes the chicken poop and fewt…fewtiwi…I can’t say the F wowd, Biwdie!”

“Oh,” she giggles. Her fingers run through Remy’s hair and she gives the doggie a kiss. “That is a hard word. Fertiliza. So…how do they do the fertiliza?”

“Me don’t know. Daddy does it. Does this chicken poop thing in mama’s fwont butt. He does all the wowk, and she just waffles awound, and popped out Eggy.”

“Huh…do we have to do that?”

“Well, if you want kids. Wucky for you youw gonna have a big big husband.”

“Shh,” she slaps at Fable who only giggles at her. Her dirty fingers covering her mouth. “He…he do you know what he did?” Fable laughs shaking her head. “He screamed down the hallway, ‘I will marry you one day Birdie Mae, and you’ll be Birdie Mae Baizen. He’s too big.”

“My daddy is big. And youws is biggew than youw mama’s me think you’ww be okay. Maybe we shouwd ask youw dad if you have to do the chicken poop thing with Raiden?”

“Raiden is not fertiliza-ing my front butt,” she lets out another giggle before adding, “My vagina. Who are you going to marry?”

“If me can’t mawwy my dad, me don’t want to mawwy anybody. And dats da twuth.”

“Your dad is married. You don’t want them to get the D word?”

“What’s the D word?”

“Divonced, and someone leaves the house.”

“No, mama can stay. Fabwe Peawl Dwysdawe just won’t get mawwied. Come on wets ask Beau if Waiden has to touch youw fwont butt to do da chicken poop thing,” she gets up and starts running towards the cabin, only to have a dirty faced Birdie Mae screaming no after her.

“I don’t want Raiden to touch my vagina!”

Beau and Blade’s faces look at each other when they hear that. “Why is Raiden touching Birdie Mae’s vagina?”

“I don’t think he’s touching it yet. You know he tells everyone he’s marrying Birdie Mae Adler, right?” Beau just shakes his head. “Why does she call it a vagina.”

“Because that’s what it is.”

“Daddy, if Biwdie Mae wants a baby wif Waiden, do he have to do the chicken poop thing to hew fwont butt?”

“Blade?” Blade and Fable both look at Beau, both raising their brows and making the same facial expressions. “Don’t talk about my daughter saying vagina, when your daughter calls it a front butt. And what’s the chicken poop thing?”

“She can’t say fertilizer.”

“I also don’t want you to give mama the D word,” Beau coughs on his laugh, and slaps Blade on the back. “I won’t mawwy you, so don’t weave the house.”

“She means divonced.”

“Oh, you two talk a lot, huh? Mama and I aren’t getting a divorce. Raiden doesn’t need to go anywhere near your private spots. And we don’t have to worry about either of you having kids for a long time, deal?”

“Beau, teww daddy to do da chicken poop thing, and give me a sistew, okay?”

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[bluiex]

Okay FINALLY getting to the au drop here, some is already on my fandom sideblog Spacecatdet Also hell yah Gravity Falls my beloved, absolutely love the show So sky siblings head off to the area, not sure if I should call it Gravity Falls or just go with like Boatem or something. But Grian is doing research on supernatural stuff and Pearl decides to join him. Chance to have an adventure? Why not. But Grian had heard about this place that seemed to have more supernatural events than other places. Though it tends to be hard to find, but find it they do Now while Scar isn't the mayor, he's an important part of this place. Using his magic to help keep the place safe from those who might want to upset the magic. He might run a tourist trap shop like Stan did, but the people who come through are harmless. And why not con run a legit business and profit off those who are looking to have a good time Mumbo has been with him for as long as they both remember being friends, since childhood. He helps out in the shop, though dressed far to fancy for it. Not that Scar is any better, wearing his suit from s8. He helps make sure no one is there to disrupt the magic with Scar. They have a thing for each other, yet they haven't gotten together yet. That will change when a certain pesky bird starts hanging around more Once the sky siblings roll into town, Scar takes it upon himself to invite them to stay with him. Much easier to keep an eye on these new comers who seem far to curious for their own good. And it seems that Grian is getting distracted by both of them at least Pearl meets Impulse and Gem there, though doesn't realize till much later that Gem is a witch and Impulse lives up to his name. But they are the Soup Crew and will often tag along with Pearl and Grian when they are out and about finding the secrets and running into gnomes, mantaurs, and maybe falling into the Boatem hole. Though Scar tries to convince them otherwise but it becomes pretty clear that Grian is sticking his nose in places he shouldn't. And maybe he starts flirting more, trying to get Grian to focus less on the supernatural but it kinda backfires as he starts falling for Grian. Mumbo tries to tease him and Scar makes a remark that doesn't he like him too? Which definitely flusters Mumbo The longer the Sky Siblings stay, the less and less they want to go back to whatever life they had. Kinda hard to return when your life is full of excitement and you know for Grian ending up with not one but Two partners. One with magic and the other is a vampire So far thats what I've gotten but I just imagine them going through things like the twins do. But also leaves room for WAY more to happen than what just happens in the show

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I legit can just imagine, how mumscarian happens, is Mumbo finally gets up the nerve to ask Scar to be his boyfriend because he's tired of seeing Scar flirt with Grain (without him? rude) So they become established and work together to get Grian into the throuple dskndfgndaldkfmhglk whilst also tryin so hard to get him to stop investigating the weird stuff in this town please omg

Soup Crew MY LOVES. I like to think them three somehow end up in weird situations too, without Grian sometimes- Only to come back later like Grian you would NOT believe what just happened, successfully pulling Grian away from Scar an Mumbo to go investigate it heheh

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 4 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warning: cursing

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“I don't know how I will face her...” Amane was wiping one of the tables in the cafe he's working in. It's a donut cafe, no wonder why he chose that. “Is [name]-san mad at me?”

The two teens decided to take the whole class out of awkwardness. “Yo, Yugi-san!” one of his seniors playfully smacked his back. “You've been sputtering nonsense while blushing, you okay lil bud?”

“It's no big deal Senpai.” Amane sheepishly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with imaginary flowers surrounding him. Akaji is Amane's senior who is in college and probably the only person he could talk to in the cafe.

“Hm.” Akaji took a seat and skeptically looked at Amane. “My gut instincts told me you're having girl problems.”

“S-Senpai!” Amane swatted his hand while chuckling nervously. Currently, he's having problems wondering what was [name]'s reaction when he tried to kiss her.

Akaji grinned, putting his legs on top of the table as he crossed his arms. “Girl problems then, I knew this day would come—ow?!”

“Ah, Good evening! Matsubara-senpai!” Amane bowed when the sky blue-haired girl whacked the back of Akaji's head.

“Good evening to you too, Yugi-kouhai.” Matsubara greeted him back in a stern tone. Akaji rubbed the back of his head and gave the female a sour look. “You should set a better example towards your juniors, Houta!” she scolded.

“I was about to tell him some advice, Kanon.” Akaji deadpanned. Matsubara was Akaji's childhood friend, they're both in college but they go to different schools. “Looks like Yugi-san has a crush on someone from his school.”

“So what if I do?” Amane retorted back.

“Stop it.” Matsubara gave Akaji a cold glare to prevent him from teasing Amane even further. “It's normal to have a crush on someone from school, besides we've been through that phase.”

Amane slumped his shoulders while pouting slightly. Asking advice from his seniors from work is a handful, Akaji is someone who would give bad but useful advice while Matsubara, being a calm and collected woman, is the one telling them whether you should follow his ways. “I do have a crush on someone from school...”

“But I may have made things awkward between us.”

“What did you do though?” Akaji asks.

“I almost kissed her...” Amane mumbled which Matsubara and Akaji heard him. Akaji lets out a small snicker, earning a pinch from his childhood friend. “So I decided to go to class without saying a word to her.”

“I think she hates me now.” Amane covered his face. Matsubara stayed behind the counter as a cashier. Akaji stood up to stretch his arms. Amane pulled out his phone to check out the time. It was already 6:17 pm.

“Who's that on your wallpaper?” Akaji places his arm on top of Amane's head while looking at his phone.

“Akaji-senpai!” Amane hid his phone from the redhead quickly. Akaji snickered mischievously at his embarrassed junior. Akaji is like that one friend who had polished nails and hoops who knows all sorts of tea. “I-It's none of your business—”

“Houta!” Akaji flinched at the blue-haired girl's voice coming from the counter. “Give the kid some personal space!”

“Isn't Yugi like 16?”

“Guys, guys, cut it off.” Amane prevents them from bickering by raising his left hand like a cop. Sometimes you would think that Amane is the mature one in the trio yet he was dubbed as childish from [name]. “We don't want customers to think that the two of you aren't working together.”

Amane adjusts his apron wrapped around his hips. He brushes his choppy locks between his fingers while licking his lips. The door opened with a ringing of the small bell. “Welcome—[name]-san?!”

[name] entered the cafe with eyes of bewilderment as her eyes landed on Amane. She was wearing an unzipped oversized hoodie, a tucked-in white shirt, and a denim skirt. “E-Eh? A-Amane-kun?!” she stammered.

Her little brother, who's in grade school, was standing next to her. “Neechan?” Jiro asked, looking up to his big sister. The siblings sat at a table near the counter. Amane couldn't look at [name] in the eye without blushing.

“So you work here, Amane-kun?” [name] asked in a slightly teasing tone. Amane averted his gaze while holding the notepad, waiting for [name]'s order. “Not gonna lie, your outfit suits you.”

“I told you it's embarrassing.”

“I said it's not, you're pretty handsome Amane-kun.” [name] convinces him otherwise. Amane's heart skipped a beat and wrote down [name]'s order. “You know, I almost cried recently...”

“Why did you cry?” Amane worryingly asks [name] until he realizes why. He went to the bathroom and never came back to the rooftop since he decided to take classes to avoid her. He didn't mean to do it, it's just that he's too flustered. “Wanna sort things out privately?”

“That sounded like a booty call to me—”

“Houta, you ass!” Matsubara pulled on to Akaji's ear, pinching it painfully. “There's a kid!”

[name] nodded slowly in Amane's direction. She told Jiro that she needed to sort things out with Amane so that they could go back to being best friends again. The two of them went to the locker room. “I'm sorry,” Amane apologizes. “I didn't come back, it was an accident I swear—”

“I thought you hate me or something...” [name] started to tear up. Amane died a little inside because of how precious she is, like, you just gotta protect [name].

“No, no.” Amane cupped her cheeks while smiling fondly at [name]. “I will never hate you, [name]-san.”

“Really?” [name] asked while placing her palms on top of Amane's warm hands. Amane hummed in response, he doesn't hate [name], how could he hate her if she keeps making him fall for her even more?

“You're too cute, I swear to god~” Amane nuzzled his nose against [name]'s, eliciting a blissful giggle from the female. “By the way, I'm still sorry about before I invaded your personal space.”

“It's fine.” [name]'s face lit up with happiness with a warm blush enveloping on her mochi cheeks. “You can be affectionate and clingy around me. I felt really warm when you gave me that hug.”

“Then, will a kiss on the cheek suffice~?”

“I'll just hug you—” Amane interrupts her by pressing a kiss on her cheek. [name] froze yet she was warm. Amane chuckled at her reaction, so he gave her a closed eye grin.

“They say kisses heal a burn so your whole face is burning, can't help it~” He says at her blushing state, then he lightly pinches her cheek. “Cute~”

“Okay, okay, that's enough—” [name] pried his hand off her cheek. Amane obliged and pulled his hand away. “So we're good now?”

“Always~!” Amane dusted off his apron. “I gotta go work now or Akaji-senpai will get the wrong idea if we take too long.”

Amane turned around to leave the locker room. [name] twiddled her fingers while smiling. “You know, it would have been better if you continued it...” she mumbled.

“Hm?” He turned his head back to [name]'s direction. Amane was sure she had said something but he couldn't make out what he had heard. “Were you saying something?”

“Nothing.” [name] flails her hands with a quick smile to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal. Amane sighed in relief and headed out first as [name] followed.

“Neechan!” Jiro waved his french fries to get [name]'s attention. Her eyes brightened as she immediately went over to her little brother. “I watched your milk tea and donuts by the way.”

“Thanks, kid.” [name] ruffled his hair and sat back down to her seat as she grabbed her milk tea with pearls. “Sorry I took longer, I had to sort things out with Amane-kun.”

“Is he your boyfriend Neechan?”

[name] choked on the pearl when Jiro asked if Amane was her boyfriend. “J-Jiro—!” she scolded between coughs. “Why so sudden?”

“Here, have some fries Oneechan.” Jiro offered her some of his fries. Amane chuckled at their dynamic, to think that [name] was also an older sibling is admirable.

“He's your younger brother?” Amane grabbed a chair and sat in front of their table.

“Yeah,” [name] replied. “Jiro [surname], he's 5th grade.”

“Nii-chan, want some?” Jiro handed Amane a donut. Amane quickly thanked the little boy and received the donut, munching it gratefully. “Ah, Oneechan! A classmate of mine is gonna come over tomorrow!”

“Ne, Amane-kun.”

“Hm?”

“When's your shift over?” [name] asked.

“Later at 7:00 pm, why?” Amane questioned her back.

“I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house...”

Amane choked internally. He looked at [name] in pure disbelief, shakily pointing a finger at her. “You want me to come over?” he asked.

“I hope you don't mind, it's okay if you decline of course.” [name] swats her hands in front of Amane. “You're probably busy after this.”

“Maybe some other time, [name].” Amane answers, it made [name] a little bit sad but it's fine nonetheless. Amane felt kind of bad for declining her request of coming over. He has his own life too, like taking care of his brother or doing the housework. But then an idea came to mind. “I'll walk you two home instead.”

“Is that okay for you, though?”

“I don't want you to go alone at night, it might be dangerous.” Amane insists. [name] nodded and sipped on her milk tea slowly. He slowly averted his gaze with a small blush on his face. “And I can't afford to lose you...” he murmured.

[name]’s cheeks warmed at his sudden words. She glances away from the amber-eyed boy and continues to sip on her milk tea to compose herself before she can face him again. Amane shyly stares at [name]. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, thinking to himself that he was crushing so damn hard on [name].

Amane pulls out his phone from the pocket of his apron. “Ah, [name]-san,” The amber-eyed boy looked at the time. “My shift is finished, come on, let's get you two home.”

“We'll wait for you outside.” [name] stands up from the table along with her little brother. Amane cleaned up the table with a stupid in loved smile upon his strikingly perfect visuals.

Akaji rests his elbow on top of Amane's choppy hair. “So, that's your crush?” he asked with a teasing tone. Amane blushes and pried his senior's arm off his head. “It's amusing seeing you being in love~”

“Then what if she is my crush?” Amane glared at him as his whole face was heating up like crazy. He let out a small 'hmph' from his lips and headed over to the locker room.

[name] was waiting outside, carrying her brother's school bag while humming. Amane got out of the cafe and tiredly smiled at her. “Sorry if I take too long.”

“No worries.” [name] reassured the boy. “Come on, let's go.”

The three started to walk together in the night. Amane side-eyed the female next to him and his amber eyes trailed down to her hand. ‘Am I in love with [name]?’

Amane subtly wrapped his pinky finger around [name]'s while looking away. ‘Amane what the actual crumbs are you doing—? Should I pull away—?’

[name] clasps his gentle hand, her face warms along with her ears. The two teens averted their glimpses from each other as they continued walking alongside without the knowledge of her little brother. Amane is definitely feeling butterflies in his very own stomach, maybe this isn’t platonic at all since he’s catching feelings.

“Ah, we’re here now,” [name]’s eyes trailed down to his hand that was still interlocked with hers. Amane seems he doesn't want to let go of her gentle hand. “Amane-kun, your hand…”

“Sorry!” The choppy haired boy quickly drew back his hand and scratched his cheek. [name] beckoned her brother to go back inside the apartment just to have an alone time with Amane. Now, the two of them grew silent waiting on who will talk first.

Fate decided, Amane should speak. “No hard feelings?” he winced, shrugging his shoulder like a dork he is. Y/n smiled softly and spread her arms.

“Hug?” she asked. Amane ran in her arms and gave her a big hug, pressing his cheek against hers and squealed a bit as. “Hey Amane-kun?”

“Yeah?” His face warms up.

“I like you.”

Amane pulled away from the hug to look at her while processing what the girl had said. “So I'm going to stay by your side no matter what.” then she swatted her hands to betray her feelings. “Of course I meant it as a friend thing—”

“I like you too, Y/n-san.” He reached over to mess with her hair. “You’re the first girl who ever told me that she liked me, I appreciate that.”

“I gotta go home now,” Amane pats her shoulders and walks away a bit. “I'll be making lunch for us two, so better look forward to it~”

Y/n gave him one last smile. “Always,”

taglist: @closetweebsmh @closetwaffle @beonanagyu

[voidstilesplease]

Swords and Arrows

or That Summer When The Ares and Athena Cabins Finally Allied For Capture The Flag part 1 of 3

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(A Steo Demigod AU) || For @anonymous's prompt: "Scott as a Roman demigod instead of Greek" || word count: 2,647 || The Entire Demigod Series -> [AO3][Tumblr] (it's finally a working link tfg)

Stiles pulls back, "I was going to ask if you missed me," he says, face flushed and beaming. "But it appears I don't need to."

"You never need to."

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I.

"Why the long face, little brother?" Tara asks cheerfully, wedging herself on the bench between Theo and one of their half-siblings, and placing down her tray brimming with colorful food as opposed to Theo's bleak and half-empty one. She grins at Theo, but he's not in the mood to return the goodwill.

Theo pokes half-heartedly at the contents of his tray: a lonely sealed bag with a couple squares of ambrosia inside - the food of the gods - some cheese and two slices of wheat bread. "Don't call me little brother," he mutters with little heat, leaning to the table to whisper a request to his goblet, which immediately fills up with sparkling water.

Tara looks over Theo's head at Fred, their Head Counselor, sitting on Theo's other side. "He's not back yet?"

Fred shakes his head, wiping the bbq sauce at the side of his mouth. "Nope," he replies, popping the 'p' and catching on to the question without much elaboration. By now, there's only one 'he' that reduces Theo to a brooding and sulky man-child. "He hasn't answered Theo's last IM, too."

"Try the last five Iris Messages," Theo grumbles in annoyance. He turns to Tara, face contorted in a sour expression. "I mean, how difficult is it to take my call? He always has drachmas in his pocket exactly for this reason."

"He's probably busy disintegrating monsters," Fred says reasonably. Which, of course, makes sense. Monsters make the most infuriating and persistent roadblock of all. They make any journey twice as long for demigods - if they don't manage to kill you, that is. "Or, you know," Fred adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "maybe he's being an accomodating companion to the Son of Jupiter."

Theo grinds his teeth hard and fixes his head counselor with a death glare. Fred only shrugs at Theo's reaction, obviously aiming for the exact response, and chuckling through a bite of ambrosia. Theo has half a mind to punch him in the jugular. He doesn't need a reminder of who Stiles is with, thanks. Spitefully, he harshly impales a piece of grape from Fred's tray with the tines of his fork and shoves it to his mouth in the most menacing manner he can project.

It only makes Fred guffaw, spraying bits of food onto the table. The campers across from him slide their trays away protectively, shrieking an indignant chorus of "Fred!" as they make sure no stray bits made it into their platters. Fred raps at his chest as he reaches for his goblet, still laughing his dumb ass off while trying to wave his hand in apology.

Their neighbors also share their opinion on the appalling table manners of the Ares brood - spitting out food may slightly be a common scene from their lot, unfortunately.

Brett from the Apollo cabin throws corn kernels at Fred, a strange display of solidarity if you can believe it, while Ara, the half-Korean junior counselor of Athena cabin, gives the Ares and Apollo tables a look of disapproval. She's a pretty terrifying 15 years old, which is why Stiles is extremely fond of her. With Stiles gone to New Rome the first week back to camp, Ara is doing a kickass job taking over the head counselor duty. (But, to Hades with it, Theo would much prefer Stiles to be scowling at their table.)

"Okay, first of all," Tara says over the little chaos. "Fred, you're disgusting. Second," she holds Theo's chin to compel him to look at her, then smirks, "Stealing a piece of fruit is not a cabin 5-worthy intimidation tactic."

Theo opens his mouth for his scathing retort, but at the same time, one of Stiles's younger siblings points in the direction of the cabins. "Hey, it's Stiles!"

Many heads look up, but Theo springs to his feet instantly, scanning the area for Stiles. He catches sight of him almost immediately, bounding to the Mess Hall in his orange shirt, face bright under the camp's enchanted borders, as radiant as the last time Theo saw him four long months ago. Without much thought, Theo finds himself carried by his feet towards Stiles.

Stiles sees him coming too, and his smile broaden. Theo sprints, forgetting himself and where they are. They meet halfway, by the entrance of the Mess Hall, with Theo knocking into Stiles's open arms strong enough that it's a surprise they're still upright on the ground.

Theo squeezes him to make sure his mind did not conjure a Spectre to appease his longing. Stiles feels solid under his hands, if a little sweaty, and he smells as if he was run over by monsters. But underneath the grime, he catches the scent of Stiles's favorite body wash. He feels himself sagging in satisfaction.

Stiles pulls back, "I was going to ask if you missed me," he says, face flushed and beaming. "But it appears I don't need to."

"You never need to."

Theo doesn't know how long they stood just smiling at each other, but they break apart at Chiron's pointed clearing of the throat. It's not even in Theo's head to be embarrassed by his actions despite the cackling and many leering faces of the other demigods. Mr. D merely raises an unimpressed eyebrow, though the twinkle in his eyes can only be from amusement.

Chiron is sitting on his wheelchair today, hiding his horse's ass behind the illusion of human legs - why he still does it is a wonder - and rolls forward to them.

"Stiles Stilinski," he greets merrily, the lines of his eyes crinkling when he smiles. "Welcome back." Chiron gazes a little behind them, then, nodding kindly towards another boy Theo only notices, is standing patiently at a distance.

The boy, Scott McCall, son of Jupiter and a praetor of the Roman demigods' army, the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, steps forward to bow his head in respect of the centaur. "Chiron," he also acknowledges Mr. D who didn't bother to get up from the head table. "Lord Bacchus."

"Hm," Mr. D hums without correcting the demigod, sipping on his diet coke dismissively.

Theo doesn't hate Scott, but he also doesn't like him - strongly, irrationally, dislikes him. Instinctively, he shuffles closer to Stiles as if his boyfriend is going to dissolve into the Mist if he isn't close enough to pull him back.

Theo's been agitated since Stiles told him, a week prior, that he was flying to New Rome in California where Camp Jupiter is, the Roman camp, for a 'friendly' visit. Everyone's allowed to cross borders, but no one has really done so just to tour around. After all, the camps are on opposing sides of the country and monsters don't pause to consider not killing vacationing demigods.

A couple of times before last week, when Theo visited Stiles in his Manhattan apartment, he'd, out of the blue, mentioned the varied courses and scholarships that New Rome University offered, as Theo laid his head on Stiles's lap while the latter read. Theo hadn't minded it at the time, as Stiles quickly dropped the subject. But another month passed and Stiles mentioned it again, randomly, during one of their IMs, adding that he might check into the enrollment requisites. Theo started to worry, then.

If Stiles goes to New Rome for college, Theo can't follow him. He never even got to finish eighth grade. And Scott, he's one of the Romans, their leader, and grudging as he is to admit, one of Stiles's friends now the more he visits Camp Half-Blood. He will eagerly encourage Stiles, telling him of the countless perks that Camp Jupiter has. He will be as big a hero there as he is in Camp Half-Blood, and he can rise to praetorship alongside Scott if the Legion so wishes it.

Scott is not a bad person per se, but he wears the color and insignia of the place Theo might lose Stiles to. And if Theo blinks the wrong way, he might not see quick enough that Stiles is being whisked away to the other side of the coast, leading a life without him.

⚔️🏹⚔️🏹⚔️🏹

After officially welcoming the son of Jupiter to the camp, feeding him, and getting him settled in Cabin One, the campers go about their daily routine of training.

The blade vibrates when it hits the shooting log, right on the marked spot. Then it disappears into thin air and reappears in Theo's hand only to be thrown back to the same spot. He does it repeatedly, unrelentingly, until Tara aims with his bow and hits his blade with an arrow to send both weapons clanging to the ground, a few meters away.

Theo heaves; he doesn't even know he's breathless just from throwing until then. Wiping beads of sweat from his forehead, he nods appreciatively at the bow in Tara's hands when his sister stands beside him with a smile. "If we aren't siblings, I'd mistake you for a daughter of Apollo."

"Please," she laughs, opening her palm, gesturing at the fallen weapons. Both her arrow and Theo's blade fly to her hands in a matter of seconds. "I don't want to light up like a glow stick while waxing poetry during a fight." Children of Apollo don't actually do those in the middle of a fight, but they do glow when they're healing, and they can make others speak in rhymes just for fun. Tara offers the knife back to his brother. "Also, we're children of Ares. By birthright alone, we should know to wield any weapon of war."

Theo takes the knife and snorts, "And yet, I suck at archery."

"I can't summon weapons out of thin air," She points out, grinning at him as she puts the arrow back to its sheaf. "I guess we just can't have it all or Zeus would be zapping us one by one."

Theo scoffs, leaning into position to begin throwing again.

"Speaking of Zeus," Tara says, a playful tone in her words. "Where's your favorite son of the Sky God?"

Theo spares her a glare before flinging his knife and burying it onto the battered practice log. He purses his lips before answering, "He's at the Big House with Chiron, Mr. D, Stiles, and the other head counselors." He clenches his fingers around the blade's hilt when it returns to his hands. "They're talking about a little orientation on New Rome University's scholarships and handing brochures and study guide for the DSTOMP." Theo doesn't bother hiding the acid in his voice from his sister. She'll recognize it anyway, even if he masks it with neutrality. He can't mask it with neutrality.

She quirks a brow, "You don't sound too eager," she notes. "Are you still jealous of Scott, little brother?"

"I'm not jealous of Scott," he says, gritting his teeth. "And don't call me little brother."

"Why are you so strung up, then, if you're not baselessly jealous?"

He finds his reply being interrupted for the second time that day, this time by a distant rumbling coming from the sky. All activities on the ground cease as everyone turns to the increasing volume of an invisible running engine. Theo scans the space above them, at first not grasping anything in motion, until a burst of light reveals a flying, glowing red bus coming down fast to the ground.

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Someone goes to alert Chiron as the rest of them scamper to the landing site by the amphitheater. The bus landed surprisingly smooth, despite its breakneck descent.

"Is that a Ferrari bus?" One of the campers points out.

Sure enough, the logo at the front of the vehicle, a black prancing horse on a yellow background, is of the famous luxury sports brand. But why would there be a flying Ferrari bus at Camp Half-Blood?

"Oh gods," Lori gasps somewhere on Theo's left. "Is that dad's sun chariot?"

As if on cue, the bus door opens, and a teenager who looks about Theo's age exits, wearing what he can only describe as a hipster look. He flashes a blinding grin - and quite literally at that, since they have to shield their eyes momentarily from the glimmer of his teeth - clears his throat dramatically, and announces:

"Hello demigods

The sun landed on your grounds

I am so awesome."

There's silence at first, then a series of enthusiastic applause from Brett and the rest of cabin seven comes next. The teenager bows theatrically, although Theo finds nothing extraordinary about what he just said. But soon, the others join in with half-hearted claps, recognizing the powerful aura suddenly seeping into their skins that could only mean there's a god among them - well, another god, aside from Dionysus, their Camp Director. And with the terrible haiku, there will be no mistaking who graced their camp today. The last time Theo had seen him, during the almost war on his first year at camp, the god had worn the body of a muscular mid-20's blond man. Now, it seems he favors to look even younger despite his four thousand years.

"Lord Apollo," Chiron's voice drowns out the applaud as he trots forward, now in his form as a white stallion from the waist down. "It's a pleasant surprise. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

Mr. D isn't as warm. He snorts, rolling his eyes. "Oh, bother, what brought you here now?"

Apollo's bright persona doesn't falter as he gestures at the bus - that is apparently his sun chariot. Theo remembers the time when he almost drove Apollo's chariot, if the Hermes cabin did not snitch it from under their noses, and thus putting three cabins grounded after a severe prank war. He had to take Liam's dish duties and pay him just so his present for Stiles could be delivered in time for Christmas.

"I'm here at the request of my little sister." The god says proudly, as the door opens again, this time with grumbling teenage and prepubescent girls coming out from the bus. All dressed in the same outfit: silver jackets, silver camo pants, and black combat boots, and they carry at their backs a quiver of sharp silver arrows. They glance at Apollo with apparent distrust, standing as far away from him as possible, as the god continues, "To deliver her hunters safely while she's away on a personal errand."

Several demigods groan in displeasure at the news, and even Chiron's lips form a thin line, though he tries to smile through the tension. Mr. D seems to be delighted now, though, happier to see the strange, vicious-looking ladies than his own brother. Personally, it feels like an omen of danger. Mr. D is never happy unless something perilous is about to descend upon his campers - even if his own daughter, Malia, is among them.

"Thank you, Lord Apollo." One of the hunters says albeit she looks physically pained by her words. She stands at the front of the group, a silver ring headwear around her head, with bouncing black curls, a pointed nose, and a strong chin. The other hunters also look at her when she speaks. It's easy to recognize her as the group's leader. "And thank you, Lord Dionysus, Chiron, for accomodating the hunters of Lady Artemis."

Chiron nods at the girl, eyes softening with kindness born out of familiarity, "You're always welcome, Allison."

Mr. D laughs boisterously, then. Like his punishment has just been lifted and he can go back to Olympus and away from the brats, celebrating by getting drunk on wine after years of prohibition. "Well, at least, Capture the Flag this Friday seems more enticing now, don't you think so, Chiron?" He gives a wicked grin at his campers, not waiting for a reply, his change in demeanor promising a torturous next few days for the demigods. "Ready to lose the Camp Half-Blood banner to these little girls for the 58th time in a row?"

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[cottonwoolsocks]

All The Kingdom For You

AO3 | Masterlist

@whumptober2019 - prompts: 2 (explosion), 4 (human shield), 5 (gunpoint), 17 (“Stay with me”), 31 (embrace).

Summary: There are some battles even Roman can't win. “It was only supposed to be a game.”

Word Count: 1283

Genre: angst, Kingom/Medieval AU

Characters: Roman, Remus

Relationships: sibling creativitwins

Warnings: major character death, guns, blood

If I need to tag anything else, let me know!

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Roman’s eyes slid to one side, searching for a means of escape although he knew anything he tried would likely end in ruin. The hilt of his sword was just visible over the edge of the broken rubble that was once a mighty castle, his shield lost and probably buried somewhere nearby—both items firmly unreachable, and not a shred of use to him now.

If he stayed still, he would die for certain. If he moved—well, there was certainly nothing worse that could happen.

He took a shaky breath, raised his trembling hands, and stood up, revealing himself from where he had been wedged uncomfortably against the edge of a tumbled wall, to face the gun now trained directly at his chest.

“You don't have to shoot,” he said, although he knew how foolish he sounded.

The green-cloaked figure raised the barrel, hardly heeding his words, and then three things happened very fast and very suddenly.

An explosion went off from beside Roman’s right ear, beginning a ringing in his ears that he'd never quite be rid of. 

The gunshot might have fired, although it was hard to tell over the sound of the explosion, and Roman judged by the lack of searing pain that irregardless he hadn't been hit.

From somewhere nearby, somewhere Roman would never quite find out precisely, Remus appeared in front of Roman, knocking them both to the ground just as a wave of searing heat and rubble tore over them.

A moment later it subsided, although it took another moment for Roman’s head to stop spinning and his brain to catch up.

He blinked his eyes open to see an ashy grey sky flecked with dust and cinders, and a weight on his chest.

He shifted, patting his brother’s head insistently to try and remove the other man from him. They weren't exactly on the best of terms, what with Remus having practically led the attack focused here on Roman’s ground, but that didn't mean Roman wasn't maybe, perhaps, just a little relieved to see his only blood relative, still alive and well.

Remus shifted slightly with a groan of protest, sending Roman’s mind reeling back to childhood days spent trying to drag his slightly-older-but-only-by-seven-minutes-so-it-doesn't-really-count brother out of bed so they could go play in the castle grounds. Taking a leaf from that particular book, he rolled his eyes good-humouredly and hefted both himself and Remus upright, setting his twin in front of him and heaving a deep breath to try and reinflate his rib cage.

Remus raised his eyebrows and scrunched his nose, shaking his head a little to rid his hair of the small white flecks of ash now lodged there. “Fancy seeing you here, dearest prince.” The nickname struck a chord with Roman, a smile spreading across his face.

“You're the one storming my castle, oh brother of mine.” Roman gestured widely to the destruction and debris surrounding them. “It's a shame I couldn't offer better hospitality to my favourite sibling.”

“I'm your only sibling,” he replied, but he seemed distracted, distant, voice uncharacteristically soft and face eerily pale. A trembling hand touched his stomach and came back sticky with something dark, and red, and very, very bad. Roman's heart jolted, and he barely time to process the nausea as Remus’s knees gave out from under him, gaze unfocused and blinking rapidly. Remus tried to say something again, an attempt at something humorous as the ghost of a smirk danced across his features, but it was gone a moment later and replaced instead with a hacking cough, spraying Roman’s shirt dark. 

Remus’s smile was strained. “Does that mean I'm also your least favourite sibling?”

Roman took a deep breath, trying to hold himself together and not think about ten seconds from now, five minutes from now, when it would be... “Don't speak, Rem, you're going to be okay,” said Roman, although he knew every word was false. There was no one alive within shouting distance, and certainly no one with medical knowledge. The only thing they could do was— was—

Remus’s laugh was short, and coarse, and pained. “Now, brother, you know lying is bad.”

The tears were coming, the tears were coming, but Roman refused to let them through. Refused. If he cried now, he'd never hear the end of it from Remus, Remus would tease him about it tomorrow, they'd laugh about it. They would.

Roman’s fists clenched tighter onto the material of Remus’s shirt.

“You're gonna be fine,” he said, although he wasn't sure if it was more for Remus’s comfort or his own. “You're gonna be fine, Rem, you're gonna be fine, and then we're gonna laugh about this afterwards. You still have to get me back for the last duel, remember? We still have to- to- to—” 

The tears began.

Remus drew in a breath, a breath that wheezed terribly and sent him into another coughing fit, and he couldn't hold back the groan of pain at the movement. He raised a wavering hand and thwapped Roman gently across the forehead. His next words were quieter, although Roman didn't want to think about the implications of that. “I thought I was supposed to be the emotionally unstable twin.”

Roman laughed, although it sounded more like a sob. There was a smile on his face and he wasn't sure why. “Then, then prove it! I—I'm supposed to— This isn't— It can't… like this...” And suddenly the words wouldn't stop, and Roman’s feelings were spilling from his mouth like the blood from the gunshot wound, both too fast, both unexpected, both with no signs of stopping. “We're supposed to keep fighting for ever and ever, we’re supposed to pretend we hate each other even though we don't really, we’re supposed to capture each other and then let each other get away, we’re supposed to have a duel that settles everything and then— and then realise we have a bigger common enemy, and fight them instead, together, and we’ll finally be a team, and we can forget all about this stupid game we’ve been playing, it's— it was only supposed to be a game.”

“And my piece is out. Yours isn't, brother—keep playing. We were—” Remus paused for another hacking cough and Roman flinched, watching as Remus’s face contorted in momentary pain, unable to tear his eyes away, terrified he'd disappear if he even glanced to the side.“We were naïve. Forget about Dad. Forget about the feud. Help the people, unite the kingdoms. Maybe… Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe I have to die, so the kingdoms can be saved.”

“No! You don't have to die! There's always another way. There's always another way.”

Remus’s hand squeezed Roman’s gently, unable to pull the energy that would have been required to give his brother a light cuff across the cheek.

Remus blinked. And then he didn't.

No. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no—

“Stay with me, Remus, stay with me–”

Someone was wailing, someone somewhere, and Roman felt a surge of unbridled rage wash over him— why weren't they helping?! Why was nobody here? Someone had to save Remus, goddamnit, he wasn't letting this happen again—

“Remus, you can't, you— we have to fight together.”

Remus didn't move. Roman collapsed, holding his brother to his chest in a desperate embrace as the true reality of the situation cascaded over him, heart torn grotesquely from his chest, and he begged to whomever would listen, please, please, bring his brother back, or else let him die, too, and escape the pain.

Quietly, despairingly, his voice fell to a whisper as the sky came crashing down.

“We have to fight together.”