#they not bringing back the trickster any time soon

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Rip Trickster returning theories, guys, because that is definitely not the Trickster:

[gilverrwrites]

Im back on my supernatural shit, can you please do TFW + Gabe and anyone else you wanna do reacting to finding out the reader had a dirty dream about them?

Author note: Me too Boo, me too. I added lucifer, just cause I wanted too. Hope you enjoy! I also switched things up with gifs for each instead of one image for everyone. Lemme know which one you guys prefer.

Rating: M/18+

Please remember: that it is enough to exist as you are.

Dean

You’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.

No matter how much or how little you tell him, he won’t stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.

Dean I need you t- “Yeah you do.” Stop it! “Bet you weren’t saying that in your dreams last night.” *Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* “Hey hey hey, did we do that?”

He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.

And when you do, he’s like Christmas came early.

All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.

He’s got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: “You wanna go at the real thing?”

Sam

Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.

He won’t joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.

But as soon as you’re alone, he’s got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.

He’s not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.

“Did I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?” “Were you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?” “What did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?”

Castiel

Angels don’t dream. Primarily because they don’t sleep.

So, he’s not really sure what to make of this confession at first.

Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.

“Why?” I don’t know, I didn’t do it on purpose! “That’s true. I suppose this is your mind’s subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."

Boy, he doesn’t beat around bushes.

He would need time to stew on it from there.

It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.

“I am curious about your dream.” What dr- oh right. “I am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of us…”  

Gabriel

You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.

“Reeeeeally?”

Gabe’s reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.

Only he’ll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.

If you won’t tell him outright, he’ll keep guessing.

And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.

“Maybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?” “No? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?” “Mile high club?” “No? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?”

I’ll let you fill in the visual blanks. 😉

Lucifer

His reaction is a lot more subdued. 

That doesn’t make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.

He’ll ask earnestly enough to start out.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

When you refuse, he doesn’t push. Doesn’t joke, or tease.

But the smile he keeps giving you.

The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.

When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?”

Temptation really is his game.

[shelbgrey]

Gabriel Being your guardian angel and falling in love with you

Paring: Gabriel x Singer!Reader

Summary: the only thing gabe has ever tooken seriously is keeping you safe, but what he didn't expect is falling in love with you. -SMUT warning

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When he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

But it's the first and almost only thing he has ever taken seriously. He was the trickster after all and it was mostly deadly jokes to him, but when he saw you he immediately took the role of guardian angel seriously.

You didn't have an encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter. Your first case involving him, he was just known as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

That pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

He didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

During his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked).

“it's him! It's Dr. Sexy” Dean said excided.

“McDreamy trumps Dr. Sexy” you said, rolling your eyes.

After you got out of TV land, you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

“I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

he just chuckled, crossing his arms. 'Dammit.' He thought, he couldnt get a rise out of you. It was time to see his more sincere side. “What? You dont think the big bad "Trickster" has a soft spot?”

His sarcasm to drop. He wanted you to know the real reason but was he supposed to be like "oh. I'm your angel. I dont like putting you in harms way when I can control it?"

“I don't know... Do you have a soft spot?”

For some reason you felt some kinda connection. You never looked into his eyes until this point, there was this feeling of safety you felt. Heck, looking back you never felt threatened by him. He was good at being your guardian angel.

“Not usually. But for you? Maybe a little” He just grinned and winked. He did have a soft spot for you and he felt a sense of overprotectiveness over you. he has to deal with you being in constant danger and being a hunter doesnt help.

“Why?” you looked down at the holy fire he was trapped on. “you ain't going anywhere any time soon... Might as well awnser”

“I'm your guardian angel, baby” he smirked, his his eye brows bouncing up and down like it was some big spectacle he just revealed.

“wow... I thought guardian angels was just bullshit”

He nodded, his normal goofy and sarcastic tone dropping to more sincere and gentle. He also hated that you picked up on the sarcasm quickly. “Yep. Most are. They are assigned randomly. But well, I was your guardian the second you were born... Now let me out- I dont like being in a holy fire” He teased, a smile creeping back on his face.

You chuckled sarcastically. “you think I'm just gonna let you out just like that? You're still the trickster”

“Pretty please?” He smirked and gave you an innocent look with wide puppy dog eyes. He knew he was playing dirty but hey, it's the only way he was getting out.

“Pretty please? Seriously?”

“Pretty. Please” He said the words slow and with exaggerated hand motions. He was pushing his luck now.

“If I do, you have to lay low for a while... No more tricks”

“For how long?” He groaned at the idea. He has been playing tricks on people for centuries. So he wasnt very keen to stop. But it was you. That's the only reason he would do it. Not that hes even admitted that to himself yet.

“Until I say so”

He groaned. “Fine. Fine”

You paid mercy on him and convinced the brothers to let him go. You also didn't speak to sam or Dean about him being your guardian angel.

After that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

You groaned, rolling over on your stomach and hiding your head under your pillow to drown out the noises. This happened for weeks, he'd use his tricks to tap into your alarm and annoy you. Every morning.

“And now for music time! Because everyone loves moooousic!!” He spoke the last word, the music switched to Rick Astleys 'never gonna give you up'. Just another stupid prank to piss you off, because he was in denial about his growing feelings.

Guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

Then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

After yours and Dean's failed atempt at a relationship gabe flew in. It started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

Not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt. “everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

You kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react.

The boys didn't find out about you guys dating or the fact he was still alive until the boys walked in you guys fucking in the library in the bunker. They had gone on a hunt and you thought it was gonna be days before they came back, oh boy were you wrong. Gabe has no shame, he was balls deep inside you and had you seeing stars when the brothers walked back into the bunker because they forgot something.

“How long have you been alive!?” Sam asks, exasperated.

“How long have you been banging y/n?” Dean grumbles, with jealousy in his eyes.

The first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer. The boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

He stayed 'dead' to keep you safe.

Then you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored him, you were beyond furious. Gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

You were the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself. “I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

He took his grace then looked at you. “I love you...” that was the first time he ever said that.

He didn't leave your side after that and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

Then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and Gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. He loved you and by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

He never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean and Sam but Gabe could care less, you were his girl.

During that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated Gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you. “lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

During the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

When it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time. It took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name. “Gabriel!”

While everyone celebrated their return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

The pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers. you never took them out.

After he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

Dean nor Sam didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

“he really did love you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

NSFW headcanons:

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

He's not very vocal during sex. He mostly moan or grunt, but he's never not praising you. If your giving him head or ridding him he's a complete moaning mess though.

He's a boob guy. He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

Cock warming and usually he's a little shit about, conveniently gets in the mood for it during move night with the Winchesters and Cas. Usually it's dark and you're both under a blanket together in the back in the Dean cave. “Gotta be still for me. Can you do that?” He murmured, making your pajama bottoms disappear with a quiet snap of his fingers. You'll have to bite your lip to keep quiet as he helps you sink down on his cock while he litters your neck with kisses.

It'll be hard to keep your mind off the feeling of his hard cock inside you and not the movie you were supposed to be watching. Don't even try to roll your hips, Gabriel will stop it immediately by giving your hips a warning squeeze. “the movie is almost over, just a little longer Sugar”

He always wraps your legs around his waist so he can go faster and harder,hitting your g-spot every thrust, keeping control of every movement.

He loves the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. It's like a vice, and loud moans escaping your lips is just icying on the cake.

He has a huge wing kink, the feeling of your fingers running through his feather or gripping them is a feeling he'll never get tired of. Sometimes he'll thrust into harder because he knows you first thing you'll grab to ground yourself is his wings.

 The way your small hands grip his feathers hard, especially at the base of his back will have him losimg all common sense.

He'll lift himself up on his knees with you still wrapped around him and pound into you. This new position helps him sink deeper as he jerks your hips down as his spring forward.

When his tongue enters your mouth, you didn’t even try to fight for dominance, you never have a problem with him taking the lead.

He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud until you're a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until you're cumming hard on his tongue.

Gabe doesn't let you off easily either, He'll have his arm over your pelvic bone keeping you on the bed bed and overstimulating with his tongue till you're begging. “G-gabe...t-too much, P-please”

“I’m sorry, sugar. You’re too damn sweet” he sat up, his face slick from your release.

[sepicriting]

yandere selection poll

―for your most favorite yandere concepts to come.

notes: as a little thank-you for bringing the yandere twins intro to 200 notes and getting me to 30 followers, you get to vote on which yandere concept i should work on next from a list of ideas i've got brewing! the winner of this poll will guarantee an early release, but please do note that just because other concepts didn't win does not mean that they're no longer going to be published! some of these concepts aren't fully fleshed out either, and are subject to change whenever i find it necessary.

A Yandere Princess, whose every action and word is judged by all. She then meets you, darling reader, who looks past her status as a princess and doesn't bat an eye for any mistake she commits. She, who holds the weight of her people on her shoulders, is willing to drop and set aside everything for you.

A Yandere Milf who moves in next door with her children as a recently-widowed, single mother. To cope with her loss, she runs a small garden out front, causing her to frequently have brief interactions with you whenever you leave your home. Over time she takes a liking to you, finding little similarities that connect you to her husband, and she invites you for family dinners. And after numerous times spent with you, she concludes in her mind that you are not her husband, but definitely should be her lover.

A Yandere Nurse who feels a little perverted for the feelings he's beginning to harbor towards the hospital's most recent patient ― you. He constantly can't quite look you in the eye out of guilt for his unprofessional attitude and treatment. You notice that he's especially skittish whenever he tends to you, but you quickly come to realize that he's the only nurse who consistently comes when you call for someone. He hopes that by intentionally causing your sickness to worsen, you'd come to rely on him for a long time.

A Yandere Tattoo Artist who is quite promiscuous with everyone, showing off much of his skin until you decide to come to his shop. He can't trust himself to hold back from hitting on you, especially when you go under the pain of his needle. He keeps his excitement down whenever he sees your first session, and makes sure you somehow always bump into him when you go out. After all, he's wondering if you'll drop by his shop anytime soon.

Yandere Zombie Boyfriend whose dying wish was to spend forever with you and it became true, coming back from the dead to unintentionally scare you out of your wits when you mistake him for a burglar. While it was quite nice that he loves you beyond death, his inability to talk and his mobility need to be worked on again...

Yandere Trickster God who enjoys playing what he thinks are silly pranks on you, pranks that effectively destroy your day and perhaps ruin your life. You've always thought that you've had an unlucky streak, even if initially you didn't believe in superstitions. But really, every day seems to be going wrong in some capacity ― thunderstorms pour when you leave without an umbrella, your house keys mysteriously go missing when you arrive at your front door in the dead of night, your online deliveries never seem to arrive, etc. ― little inconveniences pile up to prevent you from enjoying something nice, essentially. It wasn't until you came across an abandoned shrine and prayed to whatever god is out there to give you a breather did the happenings stop, and an oddly charming, ethereal asshole comes into your life to physically cause your frustrations.

[ace-of-gay]

Omg i got this cute idea!

Loki is and his little one are playing hide and seek and he thinks it’s so easy to find her and always played along like he can’t find her (but he sees her usually somewhere)

So this time it’s the same, he spottet her home slippers (not sure what you call your indoor shoes) underneath the curtains… so he plays along but when he is like „ I got you!“ and looked behind the curtains she isn’t there! So she really tricked the god of mischief 😂😍

Little trickster

Loki x little reader

843 words

Warnings: age regression, names like bubs, baby, tiny, pumpkin etc. Activities like playing with toys, watching movie, climbing, hiding in dark space. Items like stuffies and paci

No weight, skin color, or gender mentioned.

Age regression is a copuling mechanism if you dont like it dont read it or educate yourself on the topic

Any hate will be deleted

Youd been very antsy and rowdy today, moving and going all over the place, loki would find it hard to keep your attention on one thing when it came to days like this, it felt as though you needed a more one on one interactive day between yourself and him.

He knew your little mind was just all over the place and while it wasn’t easy, he was happy to get through the day with you.

You were settled in the living room, a movie on the television and your shape sorter, placing the green cube in the square hole you look up at him as he takes your hands into his own and shakes them in the air, cheering, “good job munchkin! How bout this one? Can you tell daddy the color and shape of this one?” Holding out the new shape you look at it for a moment, than to him, the tv and back to him.

“Mmm, no, I don’t wanna do this no more, it cane out more as a whine than a statement.

You felt scattered. Your mind and thoughts everywhere, that is until you got the fantastic idea to play hide and seek, it didn’t take too much effort to hide so of course itd be perfect.

Taking his hands pulling with all your might, he starts to give in bringing a smile to your face until he went limp and flopped down bringing you down into his arms, tickling your sides.

Writhing and consumed by giggles he rolled over scattering silly kisses across your face.

Finally stopping his tickle attack he helps you sit up.

“Now what is it you wanted to do?”

He helps you up and places his hands on his hips waiting.

No one ever saw him like this, only you, hes caring and encouraging just for you.

“ can we hide an seek!” You request cheerfully.

Crossing his arms pretending to to think he taps his foot a couple times, “I don’t see why not, do you want me to be the counter first?”

Nodding, you run off as soon as he closes his eyes, counting he can hear you running about the floor, your giggles and a door shutting.

“Ready or not hear I come!”

During hide and seek he always tried to make it look like he had no idea where you where but truth is you hid in the same three spots, hed search the rooms vaguely, looking for your slippers in his peripheral vision, after finding them he would slowly center in while looking around closer and closer to your spot.

Your favorite spot was behind the curtains because they would flow so effortlessly around you, he quickly pulled the curtain to the side jumping forward, the excitement quickly rushing from him in a cold shock.

While yes he looked in your normal spits he also checked others aswell.

He picked up his pace checking both high and low, he couldn’t find you anywhere.

Staying as quiet as you could you peered down from the false ceiling loft, you’ve lived here longer than he has and he had never found the lofted space, it honestly looked like a drop ceiling so he had suspected nothing, the best part about this spot is you could basically watch him when he walked, well more rushed down the hall im search of you, biting your stuffy to stifle your giggles, you had plenty of entertainment to keep you occupied.

“Friday, where’s (y/n)?” He sounded urgent, terrified you were somehow in danger.

“Tiny is on your communal floor with you” Friday returns.

He head back over to the kitchen area to check cupboards again, while peeking over the small lip over the hall way your paci clamped tightly in your hand, you go to sit back quickly to stifle more giggles, while doing so your paci caught the edge and tugged itself out of your grasp.

The clatter of your paci falling and hitting the hard wood floor caught his attention, zeroing in what area you must be in.

Leaning as far back into the darkness of the loft space as possible you clamp both hands over your mouth, silently writhing in humorous desperation to laugh.

“Its not nice to throw stuff pumpkin, can you come out for me please? You’ve won baby please come out”

You for the last time lean over the opening, you can see him peering into your playroom scanning it for your presence.

“Boo” you whisper loud enough for him to hear, his head shoots up to look at you peeking down from what he thought was just an uncovered vent over a bookshelf in the hall.

“What in the world are you doing up there bubs?”

“Was hiding, was best spot” you cheer while carefully climbing down, he pulls you into his arms and squeezes you tight, scatting kisses to the side of your head, “I thought I lost you and you were hurt you sneaky rascal, don’t scare me like that again you silly goose”

Im sorry its shorter than usual, i have tried to post this three times but my internet has been dodgy and my phone freezes and i just realized a bit ago that it never posted once again, i just thought i wasnt getting notifications again, nope, stupid phone doing stupid things.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Reader’s Cooking is Worse than Lilia’s?!  -Pomefiore Edition

Somehow, your cooking is worse than Lilia’s. Was it always like this, or did travelling to TWST change it?

Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier

Content: platonic, crack, gender neutral reader

Find the rest of the Series: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Author’s Note; As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Vil Schoenheit

He has an actual excuse to not eat your cooking, and unlike Cater, he is on a diet. Whenever you visit him, he has made abundantly clear that you are not to bring in any food from outside or set foot in the kitchen. The last thing he wants is people getting sick, because he cares.

He will have Rook track your movements, and asks how you manage to survive off your vile cooking. One day though, Rook doesn’t come back on time. This isn’t like him so Vil goes off looking for him.

Turns out Rook was also in on the ‘let’s destroy the Ramshackle kitchen to keep everyone safe’ club. Vil isn’t happy, but he takes this opportunity to snatch some food to do tests on for future poisons.

He does hope to find a cure for you though, even if it isn’t a curse. Wait, where’s Epel?

Rook Hunt

Oh, he’s known about your talent in the kitchen since day one. So it turns out everyone is scared of you because of it. He chuckles to himself and is content to just stay on the sidelines… for now.

He still hasn’t gotten a conclusive answer for Vil on how you survive off of your cooking. But he has seen Deuce crying as he left Ramshackle. Soon though, he grows bored of just watching the hijinks and secretly starts hiding your cooking supplies himself.

Whenever you bring food to Pomefiore he gracefully accepts it, and when your back is turned he dumps it into the fireplace and watches it burn. Got to make sure that he doesn’t leave any evidence!

He’s content watching the others lament, and you looking everywhere for the items he’s hidden. Maybe next time, Trickster and best of luck, Epel! 

Epel Felmier

Yeah, he’s not eating that crap. Will he get scolded by Vil for saying that to your face? Most definitely. The only way he’ll eat it is if Ace mocks him for being a coward. Oh dear, not again...

Regardless, Vil will be pissed, since Epel is now sick. So when he turns back up at Pomefiore with a concerned Y/N holding him up, he starts praying to the Seven for luck. Luck or not, he passes out and comes to a few hours later.

He will distract you from Ace, Deuce and Grim long enough so that you can’t use the kitchen. He also could have sworn he saw Rook in there one time, but he doesn’t really want to question his odd vice dorm warden about what he gets up to.

Secretly, he’s happy that Vil has a strict no outside food rule for Pomefiore if it means that he’s safe from you and your food.

[maria021015]

“Sorry, but I can't let you walk out with this. It's way above the legal voltage limit.” Parish refused to hand over the metal baton along with the rest of the belongings that had been seized upon Chris Argent and Derek Hale’s arrest.

“I only use it for hunting,” Chris defended himself, not wishing to part from the device that had saved him from many a hairy situation. At his lack of description of what he used it to hunt, Derek shot the man a pointedly exasperated look. Argent could do nothing but roll his eyes in response.

“Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you could use it to jump-start a 747.” The young deputy sassed, not budging on his decision.

“This property belongs to me, and the charges were dropped,” Chris continued to argue the point. “Although, I'm not exactly sure who's responsible for that…”

“I am,” A familiar voice spoke up as Sheriff Stilinski entered the space. Both Chris and Derek were surprised to see the man, considering he’d been away for several days consulting with medical professionals regarding Stiles’ MRI results. “I'll take care of this, Parrish.”

“Stilinski, I'm not kidding - this thing's a few watts from being a lightsaber.” Parish scoffed, but his superior officer waved him away.

“I said I'll take care of it,” Stilinski nodded, and Parish finally conceded, leaving the Sheriff to take charge.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon,” Chris commented genuinely. He knew that if it were Allison whose brain scans had come back displaying signs of frontotemporal dementia, he wouldn’t be returning to work any time soon.

“I expected you sooner,” Derek grunted gruffly, obviously bitter about being arrested for the second time for a murder he did not commit.

“The specialist I saw in LA told me the thing that every doctor says when he's trying to avoid a lawsuit - ‘We can't say for sure’. And then, I spoke with Melissa.” Noah pulled out an envelope of medical documents, placing two images side by side on the table. “These are brain scans - my wife's, and Stiles'. I knew they were similar, but those are the same. Exactly the same.”

“And I'm guessing this isn't possible?” Derek assumed, not betraying the slight sense of relief he’d felt when hearing the news.

“Not even remotely,” Stilinski shook his head, confirming what they all now knew to be true. Stiles had never had frontotemporal dementia.

“So, the trickster is still playing tricks,” Argent sighed heavily, staring at the identical brain scans laid before them.

“But why this trick?” The werewolf amongst them questioned the Nogitsune’s motives for such a thing.

“When I was in the Army, an officer told me, ‘If you want to defeat your enemy, you don't take away their courage - you take away their hope’." Noah quoted grimly.

“You don't look like a man who gives up hope easily,” Argent’s lips pulled into a faint smile.

“But Stiles might,” The Sheriff clarified his concern. “If this thing inside him...if it's using his mother's disease as some sort of psychological trick, then this isn't just a fight for his body. It's also a fight for his mind. Right?”

“You know, he's left people severely injured,” Chris cleared his throat, hating to be the one to bring it up. Stiles was Noah’s son, but he was also a threat that needed to be dealt with as such. He briefly wondered if it had been Allison, what would he have done? In all honesty, he didn’t even know the answer to his own question.

“...And others severely dead,” Derek chimed in harshly, not holding back.

“That's why I need the two of you,” Noah nodded in understanding. “I need people who are experienced in this kind of thing. I need you to help me stop him. Both of them.”

Both Chris and Derek picked up on what the Sheriff was not saying. “And by stop them, you mean trap them.” He deduced. Noah confirmed the man’s statement with a short nod.

“Then we’re going to need a lot more help than just the three of us,” Derek stated.

“This is everything non-lethal I could find…” Allison led them into the Argent’s study, gesturing to the weapons she’d laid bare over the desktop.

“Take all of it,” Her father advised her, eyes scanning over the contents.

“What's the plan, here?” Noah asked with slight concern in his features at the assortment of gear.

“Our best shot right now is for Derek to try to pick up Stiles' scent at Eichen House - especially if he went through something stressful there,” Chris answered, knowing the chemosignals would be strongest there. “We find Stiles, we’ll find Zaida.”

“Should all four of us be going to the same place?” The Sheriff questioned the rationality of pouring all of their resources into one location.

“Where else have Stiles and Zaida been showing up?” Chris glanced at his daughter for the information. Being arrested had meant he and Derek had been mostly out of the loop.

“School...the hospital…” Allison began listing places from the top of her head.

“Okay, hold on - we did this already. He disappeared, we started looking for him...then walked right into a trap at the hospital.” Derek pointed out in frustration, eyes opening to the pattern.

“...He's getting us to repeat the same moves.” Chris agreed with a grumble of realisation.

“So, what do we do? Wait for them to come to us?” Allison suggested unsurely.

“We can't.” Derek shook his head. “Not if the Oni find them when the sun goes down.”

“Scott's working on that right now with Kira,” Stilinski informed them, having been told by the werewolf himself that they were speaking with Kira’s mother, who apparently controlled the Oni.

“That's the problem - we're all trying to outfox the Fox,” Argent commented lowly.

“Listen…I'll understand if anyone wants to back out,” The Sheriff put out the disclaimer, secretly hoping no one would balk from their mission. Like Derek had said - he needed all the help they could get. Noah had never seen Zaida in action but from the sound of things she was the one to watch out for, and they’d never known until she wasn’t on their side anymore.

“Are you kidding? Zaida and Stiles are two of my best friends. We’re more than that - we’re a family. A pack.” Allison scoffed at the notion, looking to the others in the room. “I’m not going to give up on them. We’re going to get them back.”

“I won't be the first Wolf to run from a Fox,” Derek set his jaw stubbornly as he locked eyes with the huntress.

“Apparently, I'm carrying a lightsaber…” Chris held up the metal baton with a slight smile. None of them was going to be backing away from this.

“Dad, you and Derek hit Eichen House. Sheriff, it's you and me in the hospital. We all meet in the school.” Allison decided, calling the shots like a true Argent matriarch. As the huntress and the Sheriff split from the group, leaving to head towards the hospital, Chris stayed behind.

“...Making sure you have a few lethal options, just in case?” Derek arched a brow at the man, who was slipping pistols into hidden holsters.

“I like to prepare for the worst,” Chris answered grimly. He only prayed he wouldn't have to use them.

“You know what? I don't know how you guys do it. You're all so strong. You're fearless. Hell, you even manage to keep your grades up…” Noah Stilinski rubbed his hand over his face, his nerves jittering and stress overcoming him as they waited in the silent elevator of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. If the situation was getting to him - a full-grown man with army experience who works in law enforcement - how were the others still standing? How had they done it all this time alone, without the help of their parents?

“I am failing Econ…” Allison said slowly with a glum demeanour. The man clearly had more faith in them than was warranted.

“Is that Coach's class?” Noah questioned, remembering an interview he’d had with the teacher once about Stiles detailing the entire history of the male human anatomy for his Econ exam. When Allison dipped her chin confirmation he reassured her. “Well, I'll have a talk with him.”

Instead of finding the man’s words comforting, Allison felt her resolve crumble. She’d been holding on by a thread, but that has swiftly snapped at hearing of the man’s misplaced trust. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t lead the Argents - it was largely because of her that their family had been decimated, leaving only herself and her father. Her features twisted as the tears prickled at her eyes and fell. She was only a teenager and here she was with a crushing weight on her shoulders. She suddenly wasn’t sure of anything - of any decision she’d made since moving to Beacon Hills. Her friends were scattered across town, all desperately trying to keep up with the world crumbling around them. Xander was on life support and still hadn’t woken since his surgery, Isaac was lying in a hospital bed, she was losing Scott more and more every day. Scott , who was with Kira - whom Allison still didn’t fully trust - trying to stop her mother from sending assassins after Stiles and Zaida. Her father was alone with Derek and the last time one of her parents was alone with Derek…Well, her mother had died. Every time they went through something like this together, the others would remind her that they’d made it - that they were the lucky ones because they’d all survived. But they hadn’t all survived. At least, not to Allison. Kate hadn’t survived. Her mother hadn’t. Maybe no one else in their pack had been impacted as Allison had, but when would their luck start to run out? Would it be today? Tomorrow? Her heart trembled at the notion.

Upon seeing the girl’s reaction, Noah reached for the kill switch, forcing the elevator to stop in its tracks and buy them some more time away from the prying eyes of others. “Are you okay?” His brows creased in sympathy as he tilted his head at her with a soft voice. “Hey, you okay?”

“I'm not fearless...I'm terri-terrified. I'm always terrified.” Allison shook her head, choking out her words between sobs. “I...I act like I know what I'm doing, but I don't. I don't know if Isaac is dying right now...I don't know if I made a mistake with Scott...I don't know what my dad is thinking...I don't know if we should trust Derek...I don't know if I’m ever going to look into Zaida’s eyes and see my friend again…I don’t know if we’ll be able to save her and Stiles…I don’t know…I don't know anything!”

“You know what's funny? You sound just like a cop.” Noah’s lips smiled slightly in a supportive way as he recognised her sentiments, pulling her into a tight hug. She sounded like him - like the cacophony of worries that had been sounding off in his mind since his son had started having these nightmares. Since Stiles had gone missing. Since Noah had found out what was truly happening in Stiles’ head - and Zaida’s. Zaida, whom he considered the daughter he’d never had and hoped one day it would come true. “Hey…You're gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” Allison nodded, her voice shaking and she took control back over her breathing. Just as she managed to pull herself back together - shattered piece by shattered piece - she heard an alert go off. Pulling away from the Sheriff, her brows drew together in a curious frown. “What's that?”

“Someone's breaking into my house…” Noah recognised the sound and pulled out his phone to see a notification from his home security system. Clicking into the app, he explained it to Allison. “After Stiles started sleepwalking, I had some safety precautions put in - motion sensors, cameras…”

Leaning over to see the live video feed up on the Sheriff’s phone, she saw Stiles sitting on a bed and wiggling his fingers as he stared up at the camera tauntingly. “Is that his room?” She asked, a newfound sense of urgency instilling in her.

“What is all this? What are these sticky notes for?” Chris glared down at the chessboard the Nogitsune had left on the desktop in Stiles’ room.

“This is what Stiles used to try and explain to me about...all of you,” Noah recalled that strange conversation that he hadn’t quite believed at the time it had happened.

“Well, maybe it's a message from Stiles - the real Stiles,” Allison suggested, hope shining in her wide brown eyes. Her fingers brushed the top of the white queen labelled with Zaida’s name as her brain whirred over the possible hidden messages behind the placement of the pieces.

“Do you think there's any reason my name's on the king?” Derek asked with a raised brow.

“Well, you're heavily guarded…” Noah offered. “Though, I guess the alarming detail is that you're one move from being in checkmate.”

“It's not a message from Stiles - it's a threat from the Nogitsune.” Argent landed on the answer swiftly, looking at the board as a battlefield. “Look at the pieces and their purposes. Ethan, Aiden and Isaac are all pawns. Isaac’s been taken off the board, while Ethan, Aiden and Peter are all defending the king.”

“And Zaida’s the white queen, the most powerful player on the board, and the most unpredictable. She’s protecting the white king, but is also in a position to attack if she wants to.” The Sheriff analysed, picking up the white king piece. “I’m guessing this is supposed to be Stiles. The king is the most powerless piece and yet still the most important.”

“He’s trying to tell us we’ll have to get through Zaida to get to him, and getting through Zaida right now without hurting or killing her is pretty impossible,” Allison deduced, the cogs in her mind churning. “But he’s also unwittingly shown us his hand. Zaida is the power player - Deaton thinks she’s the reason the Nogitsune took Stiles, to take control of her through their telepathic connection. But the game is dependent on Stiles. Stiles is the one who has to be defeated to win, yet he’s hiding behind her. He’s been distracting us with her this whole time - when he made us believe she was the one possessed, when he made her kill all those people…He’ll do it again tonight.”

“So targeting Zaida is what he wants us to do,” Chris followed along.

“We need to call Deaton,” The huntress instructed, remembering the shot the veterinarian had used on the girl to inhibit her powers. “Find out if he has any more fennel.”

“Wait, if targeting Zaida is what the Nogitsune wants us to do, then why are we doing it?” Derek interjected, not seeing the sense in falling right into the fox’s ploy.

“If we do get her to attack…” Allison explained and reached for Zaida’s piece, sliding it across the board to where it lined up with the black knight - the one labelled with her name. T he naiad versus the huntress. By moving the white queen, there was an undefended opening around the white king. “It leaves Stiles vulnerable.”

Moving Zaida’s piece back to its original spot, Allison shifted the black rook labelled with her father’s name so that it had an unobstructed line to both the white king, and the black knight. “And the way to get her to attack, is to threaten the king. Only, Zaida is too valuable to risk losing, so she won’t place herself between you. ” The huntress added and instead of making the obvious moves, she repeated her earlier play and had the white queen take the black knight. When she was done, she locked eyes with her father. “She’ll come for me, betting on the fact that she’ll best me and that you will choose to protect me over capturing Stiles. You need to prove her wrong. Can you do that?”

Chris’ jaw locked as he was faced with the impossible question. Choosing the mission over his daughter… “If it’s between Stiles and you,” He muttered under his breath. “You can’t ask me to make that choice.”

“I’m not asking,” Allison’s gaze hardened. As the matriarch, this was her decision to make. “I’m telling .”

Chris couldn’t bring himself to say anything, he simply dipped his chin in a sombre nod of confirmation as conflict brewed within him. “If we’re going to get to them before the Oni do, we have to get moving.” He broke away from his daughter’s stern gaze to glance outside the window at the darkening sky.

“He's at the loft. That's what he's trying to tell us. And he wants us to come there.” Allison gestured to the board. “We just need to figure out how to capture Stiles once we get an opening.”

“This couldn't sound any more like a trap,” Derek grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I don't think it is…” Noah shook his head, leaning against the desk as his eyes fixated on the board.

“I think your opinion might be slightly biased, Sheriff…” The hunter pointed out.

“Hear me out! What we're dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive - no rhyme or reason, right?” Noah began his explanation.

“Meaning what?” Argent raised a brow at the man.

“Our enemy is not a killer...It's a trickster.” The Sheriff identified the difference. In his experience, motive was the most powerful tool to predict an opponent’s actions. “The killing is just a by-product.”

“If you're trying to say it won't kill us, I'm not feeling too confident about that…” The werewolf trailed off sarcastically.

“It won't. It wants irony. It wants to play a trick - it wants a joke. All we need to do is come up with a new punchline.” Noah reasoned.

“The sun is setting, Sheriff…” Argent reminded him of their time limit. “What do you have in mind?”

“Go ahead.” Noshiko held out the healed sword to her daughter. “It's yours now.”

“What if I don't want it?” Kira eyed the blade warily.

“You need it.” Noshiko’s lips pursed as the younger kitsune took the sword and whirled it a few times experimentally. Her surprise was written on her face when she realised how perfect it was in her hands. “You see? It gives you balance. My power is yours now, Kira. If the Oni cannot stop Stiles, you have to, the same as I did...And maybe seek out a wolf to help you…”

As Noshiko’s gaze landed on him, Scott’s jaw clenched in frustration at the waste of time. “You didn't tell us anything.” He stated.

“You want to save Stiles and Zaida? Kill the boy.” The woman surmised the moral of her story.

“You agree with this?” Scott turned to Mr Yukimura in disbelief.

“Sometimes, history does repeat itself, Scott.” The man admitted regrettfully.

“Only if you don't learn!” The werewolf exclaimed, refusing to give up. There had to be another way to save Stiles and Zaida. A way that didn’t involve risking either of their lives.

“But sometimes, even then, fate conspires against you.” Ken tilted his head.

“There's a way to save them. There has to be.” Scott’s eyes hardened determinedly, turning his back on the two and leaving.

“Kira…” Noshiko stepped towards her daughter, but Kira followed Scott out into the hallway, making her alliance clear. Once the two of them were gone, she held her last tail up to the golden light of the setting sun, seeing the concern in her husband’s eyes. “I'll take it somewhere safe.”

“That's not what I'm worried about,” Ken’s lips pulled into a tight line. “History has not done well with making children into killers.”

“These children played their part in it long before we came back to Beacon Hills. I buried the jar deep within the roots of the Nemeton…” Noshiko shook her head. “It was their sacrifice that brought its power back...They let the demon out of its cage..”

“Scott’s on his way with Kira,” Allison relayed the information from the text message she’d received to the rest of the group as they climbed the stairs to Derek’s loft. “Noshiko wouldn’t help - the Oni are still coming.”

“Well, then let’s just hope our plan works,” Sheriff Stilinski sighed heavily, reaching for the handle of the sliding entry door.

“Good luck,” Chris nodded to the man, and the rest of them stepped back and out of view as the Sheriff opened the door and walked through.

As he stepped inside the swiftly darkening space, he caught sight of both Stiles and Zaida standing before the far wall of windows with their backs facing him. Simultaneously, in unison, the two slowly turned to look over their shoulders and stare at him. The way they moved in sync was unsettling, sending a wave of chills up Noah’s spine.

“Hi, Dad…” Stiles greeted him in a low voice, and something within Noah’s heart told him that the figure he was looking at was not his son.

[rendy-a]

Ready to Dance with the Third Years

This is the last preview before the event comes. I'll probably get to 500 followers some time this week, so watch for it! I hope you've been enjoying these little mood-setting fics until then.

“Awe, come on, Prefect,” Cater wined, “Just one shot?”  You rolled your eyes back at him, “And who would I even dance with?”  Today you were in the courtyard with the third year students turning it into a ballroom dance space via magic.  Well, mostly magic.  You were just trailing around the seniors and doing any odd task they handed to you.  When Cater had called you over, you expected some odd job to run and not…this.  “This place is totally camable but I just need some dancing to really light up those likes.  Come on, Prefect, do a friend a favor?” 

You hesitate; it’s not that you are unwilling its just that you don’t know how to dance.  You hesitatingly admit to this face and Cater is astonished.  What?  It’s not like everyone knows how to dance!  Looking for back-up, you call over to Trey, “You understand, right Trey?  Just not everyone knows how to do these fancy dances.”  He adjusts his glasses and gives you a surprisingly evil looking grin, “Oh, I can’t say I do, Prefect.  I’ve been dancing with Riddle since we were kids.”  Your expression must look astonished based off the laughter of the Heartslabyul boys.  “Yeah, Riddle always did enjoy orderly ballroom dances and liked to teach Chey’na and I.”  You could well picture it.

That doesn’t mean that everyone dances though!  You sweep your gaze over the room, looking for an ally in this.  You mistakenly rest your eyes for just a short moment on Rook but that was too long to escape notice.  In fact, by the way he quickly rose and came to join you in your conversation, it was obvious that he had been listening.  “Why, Trickster, you have not yet had the joy of dancing with a partner?  C'est vrai?”  You don’t respond but that in no way discourages Rook from continuing on.  With a dramatic gesture, he lays his hand to his head, “To never feel the heat of your dear one in your arms as you twirl beneath the moonlight?  Quelle dommage!  But Trickster, is this not the perfect opportunity to learn?”

Then, with a sly look on his face, he adds, “Perhaps you shall even find a Prince Charming to partner with,” and looks pointedly at a garden bench.  You look tentatively over it and find an annoyed Leona napping on the other side.  He seems as though he intends to ignore you but Rook approaches the end of the bench and allows Leona’s tail, flicking in agitation, to brush against his glove.  In a moment, Leona is up and sliding to the far end of the bench and away from the huntsman.  Rook smiles, “Why it is Roi des Lions!  I wonder what brings you to this bench?” 

Trey and Cater join you in leering over the side of the bench, all present knowing that Leona is here slacking off from duty.  You smile as wickedly as the others, “Gee Leona, what ARE you doing over here?”  Leona considers the attention, twitches an ear and remarks, “So the Herbivore needs to learn to dance, huh?”  You point your finger at him and shout, “Don’t change the subject!”  It’s no use though, he has appealed to the crowd successfully and Cater jumps right onboard, “Yeah, I’m going to get a great shot of the Prefect dancing for my magicam…just as soon as they learn how!”  You consider trying to appeal to Trey but when you turn your head, you see he now has that same wicked smile directed at you.  Traitor.

You scratch your head thoughtfully and attempt to weasel your way out of the situation, “It’s not so much that I NEED to learn to dance, its more like I just…am choosing not to dance.  Be…because there isn’t any music.  I mean, if there was music, I totally would but there isn’t so…”  Then you give your shoulders an exaggerated shrug as if to say, ‘Looks like there is nothing to be done.’  Suddenly, a dulcet tune played on violin reverberates in the courtyard.  Your expression drops in dismay as you turn to find Lilia holding an instrument.  “It’s quite a shame Malleus isn’t here.  He is far better at playing this one than I.  Unfortunately, it appears that someone failed to deliver an invitation to him.”  Cater guiltily looks away.  “However, I’d still be delighted to play a tune for the Prefect so they can learn to dance.  Dancing is an essential skill for young people.”  He then gives you a delighted chuckle, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

You force out a thin smile, “Oh, great.  Thanks ever so much, Lilia.”  You’ve amused him, you see it in his face full of plump cheek and gentle eyes.  It was nothing like the smile Leona was giving you; that was sharp, predatory, and calculating.  “So, what’s it going to be, Herbivore?  More excuses or are you going to show me what you’ve got?”  You raise your chin and give him the haughtiest look you could manage, “Well, Your Highness, if you are going to call for me to dance, how shall I refuse?”  Then you turn as you walk to position and jibe, “I just hope your feet feel the same way afterwards.” 

Leona gives you a tight look, but you feel that warning is fair.  You weren’t wrong, learning to dance was a bit more difficult than you expected.  It’s not even that you stepped on his feet on purpose, it’s more like you think you’ve finally gotten the steps only to have him turn unexpectedly or move in a different way and suddenly, there you are stomping all over his toes.  Leona was not amused but it felt like everyone else was.  You could see the snickering each time you stumbled.  Finally, someone was unable to hold it in, “Kwe he he!” came a laugh from the shadows and Leona whips his head around and snarks, “If you think you can do better, Radish Sprouts, feel free to cut in!”  A yelp and flare of flame confirms Leona had identified the source of laughter correctly.

Idia slowly creeps out from behind a tree and looks nervously at the group.  You can tell he is mumbling but cannot make out the words.  From the way Leona’s mouth creases into a tight line, you suspect he can.  “Does Idia know how to dance?” you ask in disbelief.  Idia gets a crazed half grin showcasing his sharp teeth and brags, “You’re a total noob.  I’ve got high score on all the Doko Dance games.  I’ve also memorized every cheer for my favorite idol groups.  Some might call me a pro even!”  Leona doesn’t enjoy the challenge and remarks dryly, “Well, well, it looks like Radish Sprouts wants to dance with the star of the ball after all.” Then he swivels you to face Idia and gives you a little push. 

You crash into Idia and its like you’ve tripped some switch to send him into panic mode.  The smile is wiped from his face and his fiery hair flames into a brighter red tone.  “What happened?  How did I trigger so much aggro?  I need to perform a stealth check to get out of this situation.  I don’t want to get paired up with the noob on this mission!”  Unfortunately, this time you are close enough to Idia to hear his rambling.  You aren’t mad, not really, because you’ve long since come to understand that Idia just is this way.  He can be annoying but is mostly harmless, except to your ego.

A sharp clicking of heals alerts you to someone’s approach.  “Is this where everyone has been?  I’ve finished the Pomefiore section flawlessly, but it looks like the rest of you still have work to do.” Vil finished his rebuke in a cold tone.  Idia squeeks and rushes off.  The others leave in a much more casual manner but seem to agree it’s not worth going against Vil over.  Except for Leona.  He bares his teeth and drawls, “I was so looking forward to the work, but it seems the poor Herbivore here needs a Prince to teach them to dance.”  He steps toward you, but Vil smoothly steps in between to block him.

“I may not be a real prince, but I play one on TV.  I assure you that, by the time the set-up is finished, I’ll have the Prefect dancing to the Pomefiore standard.” Vil cooly replies.  Leona gives a mock bow and saunters off to prod his dorm students into finishing the Savanahclaw chores.  You give Vil an awkward smile, “Gee, thanks for helping me.”  He smiles at you in a way that isn’t comforting at all, “Don’t be so eager to thank me, Prefect.  I am quite the demanding teacher.” 

You found this to be true.  Vil danced with an easy grace and skillfully avoided your clumsy steps.  Each mistake though was met with unforgiving correction.  It was a hard afternoon of practice but true to his word, by the time the sun was beginning to set, you could passably waltz.  You remarked on how good he was at teaching dance.  “I should be.  I’ve had my fair share of whipping country potatoes into shape.  You are hardly even the worst case I’ve had this year,” he responds with an amused grin.  You picture Epel when he says this and silently promise to treat him to something nice at lunch tomorrow. 

Finally, the last of the tasks needed for the goodwill dance are complete.  You head home to Ramshackle, weary but satisfied.  As you pass along the fence of the dorm, you spot some tell-tale green lights in the distance.  A small grin alights your face and you quicken your pace.  “Tsunataro!” you greet.  In the twilight, the fae prince was quite an intimidating sight but never seemed as such to you.  A barely perceivable smile sits on his lips as he returns the greeting.  “You missed the set-up earlier,” you comment, “were you busy?”  A strike of lightning flashes in the distance and you decide you should maybe let that subject drop.

“Well, it was boring anyway.  You didn’t really miss anything,” you begin, “Oh!  Except for one thing!  I learned to dance.”  You allow a prideful expression to grace your face.  “So now I’m fully ready to dance with the next damsel or Prince I come across.”  Malleus chuckles deeply, “Oh, so you are requesting a dance from me, Prefect?”  You startle, realizing how your random comment could be interpreted that way, “Oh no, not…I mean yes.  I do request the honor of a dance.  If you are willing…”  You trail off and look nervously at your friend.  When he smiles at you and gives a hearty laugh, you smile back before holding out your hand. 

The goodwill dance was only a few days away, but you were no longer afraid.  In this single day, you’d danced with a celebrity and two princes.  The time to be nervous was over.  You were the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and a traveler of worlds.  This dance had better be prepared for you!  You grin up at the darkening sky, feeling your confidence surge.  You were ready to be the star of your own story.  Starting with this dance.

[buckybarnesfanfiction]

'Such Sweet Revenge' by ali_aliska

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15146219/chapters/35123417

This is one of the best fanfictions I've ever read. ali_aliska is one of the best WinterIron/Marvel fanfiction writers ever.

As always, all credit goes to ali_aliska. I OWN NOTHING. THIS IS NOT MY WORK!!!!

I am just premoting it because it is so, so good!

Author's Summary:

When the Rogues are back in the States after being pardoned, the New Avengers want nothing to do with them and as far as Tony is concerned, if he never speaks to them again, it'll be too soon. After all, he didn't spend the last year putting himself (and his family) back together only for his former co-workers to ruin all of his hard work.

But then he gets a hand-written letter from the Winter Soldier himself, apologizing for the events that transpired and an off-handed comment from Rhodey about Rogers failing to take care of an obviously miserable Bucky Barnes sets in motion Tony's new, oh-so-evil plan to get some payback.

After all, what better revenge than to steal the Winter Soldier away from his best friend?

The only problem: Tony sucks at being vengeful, but apparently he's an expert at inadvertently falling in love.

Excerpt from chapter 1:

Tony admired the bright doodles of Iron Man, Spider-Man, and a very Picasso-esque rendition of the Wasp one last time and placed the last letter on top of new pile next to him. With nothing else left to read, he studied the damn white envelope still sitting innocuously on the other end of the bed. 

He should burn it. He should take the damn thing down to the lab and burn it in the incinerator, scatter the ashes from the top of Stark Tower, and maybe invoke Loki’s name in an incantation or something. Tony was not ashamed to admit that he was petty enough to sic the Trickster god on Rogers.

He should do all those things, but already he resigned himself to the fact that curiosity would get the best of him. It was both one of his best and most reckless personality traits. 

Kudos to Rogers for using snail mail (again) to get a direct line of communication to Tony.

Alright, let’s see what kind of half-assed apologies and passive aggressive nonsense he came up with this time. At least there’s no insulting, out-of-date tech to go along with this letter.

He reached for the envelope, tore it open, unfolded the paper, and promptly realized that this wasn’t Rogers’ tidy scrawl (he hated that he had the man’s handwriting memorized). A glance at signature towards the bottom of the letter confirmed his suspicions.

Huh.

With a raised eyebrow and renewed curiosity, Tony leaned back and began to read.

Mr. Stark,

I wasn’t sure this letter would get to you, but I had to try. I thought about meeting you in person (you’re too easy to track down for someone of your importance), but that would have been both imposing and selfish.

Even this is selfish. I know no apology will fix what I’ve done. It won’t bring your parents back, it won’t bring anyone I killed back to life. It won’t fix what happened between you, Steve and the others either. Might not help you at all, so this apology, it’s selfish then, isn’t it? Just to help me sleep better at night. If it makes a difference, I still won’t be able to sleep.

But for whatever it’s worth, I am sorry. I’m so sorry. For your parents, for fighting you in Germany without knowing anymore than what Steve had told me. I’m sorry for fighting you in Siberia, for leaving you behind when you were hurt.

I wish you would’ve taken more than just my arm back in that bunker. 

I’m not sure if there’s something I can do to make up for what happened. I don’t have money and most of my skillsets are frowned upon, but if there is any way I can help, or if you just want to shoot me between the eyes to even out the score, just say so.

Being back in the States, I’ve had a lot of time to think. Can’t sleep with that damn witch across the hall, so I got nothing but time. I made mistakes, hurt people who weren’t my enemies. First time I was free of Hydra’s control and all I did was do more damage. 

I’ve been reading up on your work. Green energy, technology, the new Accords. All of you are doing amazing work and I’m sorry Steve and the others are getting in the way of that. They shouldn’t have ambushed Rhodes and Danvers like that. A damn charity event for sick kids. I don’t know what they were thinking. Rhodes and Danvers held their own though. Soldiers through and through.

Steve is also thinking about coming to that green energy conference next month. Thinks he can get a moment with you because you’re one of the speakers and the security isn’t as strict. No idea if this letter gets to you in time, and knowing you, you probably already know, but thought I should warn you.

They used some of your tech to help with the triggers, by the way. Thank you for that too. T’Challa’s sister didn’t want to be involved though and I don’t blame her, but the other doctors did well enough with the tech. My brain feels like it’s been scrubbed raw, but at least some lunatic won’t be able to control me anymore. Thank you for giving me that freedom. Again, I have nothing to give back but empty words.

You seem like a good man. I wish I got the chance to know you under different circumstances, but I guess that’s selfish too.

Wherever life takes you, I wish you well.

Sincerely,

James Buchanan Barnes

“Huh…” Tony exhaled and kept staring at the letter in his hands. 

Not what I expected. At all.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) handle their lover playing a prank on them? Like they go to sit down in a chair, as their lover offers to make them a drink and massage their shoulders, and when they sit down, a very loud POP comes out of no where, startling them. Their lover collapses in giggling.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be momentarily startled by the loud pop. His eyes would widen in surprise, and he might even tense up, ready to confront any threat.

Realization: As he sees his lover collapsing in giggles, his surprise would shift to mild irritation mixed with amusement.

Response: He would shake his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You think this is funny?" he would say with mock sternness. His lover’s laughter would be infectious, and soon enough, he’d be chuckling too.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He would feel a mixture of amusement and warmth. The prank would remind him of the light-hearted side of life, something he rarely gets to enjoy.

Outcome: He might playfully vow to get even, turning the prank into a fun game between them.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be visibly startled and possibly annoyed by the pop. He’d glance around suspiciously, momentarily on edge.

Realization: Upon seeing his lover laughing uncontrollably, his expression would soften, though he’d try to maintain his composure.

Response: He’d let out a sigh, trying to hide his amusement. "You have a strange sense of humor," he’d say dryly, but the corner of his mouth would twitch into a reluctant smile.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a mix of exasperation and affection. The prank would show him the lighter side of his lover’s personality.

Outcome: He’d be more cautious around them for a while, but he’d also appreciate the joy they bring into his life.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be momentarily taken aback by the pop, his stern demeanor cracking for just a moment.

Realization: Seeing his lover laughing would cause him to sigh deeply, trying to keep his irritation in check.

Response: He’d cross his arms, looking down at his lover with a mixture of sternness and amusement. "I see you’ve found a way to amuse yourself," he’d say, his voice laced with mock severity.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a combination of annoyance and endearment. The prank would be a reminder of the playfulness his lover brings to his otherwise serious life.

Outcome: He’d eventually chuckle and might even plan a subtle revenge prank, enjoying the playful dynamic.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be startled and immediately alert, his warrior instincts kicking in.

Realization: When he sees his lover laughing, he’d raise an eyebrow, his initial annoyance fading.

Response: He’d chuckle deeply, shaking his head. "You’re quite the trickster," he’d say, clearly amused by the prank.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a mix of amusement and affection. The prank would add a layer of playfulness to their relationship.

Outcome: He’d laugh it off and might even play along, enjoying the light-hearted moment.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be momentarily surprised, his usually composed demeanor slipping.

Realization: As he sees his lover laughing, his eyes would soften, and he’d let out a resigned sigh.

Response: He’d smile slightly, shaking his head. "You never cease to surprise me," he’d say, his tone filled with affection.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a blend of amusement and deep affection. The prank would show him a lighter side of life, which he deeply appreciates.

Outcome: He’d laugh it off and might even consider playing a prank back, enjoying the playful exchange.

In each case, the Ganondorfs would initially be startled by the prank, but their reactions would quickly shift to amusement and affection upon realizing it was their lover’s doing. The prank would highlight the playful and loving dynamics of their relationship, reminding them of the joy and light their soulmate brings into their lives.

[imminent-danger-came]

do you think mks cosmic backstory conflicts with the previous conflict of his insecurities of being the wrong successor?

Not at all!

When it comes down to it, MK's main flaw is his lack of belief in himself ("Just believe in yourself! Even a smidge makes all the difference")—that's him at his core. He's also identity issues the character ("I'm not the Monkey King okay!" "You're right—you're the Monkie Kid! You have to find your own way to win."), and I think s4 laid into this quite nicely.

Throughout seasons 1 and 2 MK was trying to live up to the legacy of "Monkey King". That's what 1x06 and 1x09 are motivated by—MK is trying to make himself stronger and more like Wukong ("I just wanted to be good enough—like you."). Really 2x05 just worsened a problem MK already had. He was already having doubts about being the Monkie Kid, and SWK leaving in 2x01 was a crack in an already unstable foundation. So then in 2x06 and 2x09 you have MK desperately trying to get stronger, to be a sort of Monkey King stand in ("Pretty soon, Monkey King won't even need to come back!"), and that all comes crashing down in 2x10. And, not only does MK fail, he loses the staff and his powers.

This takes us to 3x01, where MK IMMEDIATELY tries to be Wukong once again:

Sun Wukong: "Kid, why did ya-" MK: "Uh, well yeah, I was trying to do you in the omelet story! Do the weird impulsive Monkey King thing and escape the bad guy."

Sun Wukong: "Well, I mean- Ne Zha ain't really a bad guy but- did you forget about the part where I got really hurt?"

(3x01 On The Run) (Hi MK good guy v bad guy mentality)

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MK doesn't refer to himself as the Monkie Kid again until after he's able to use gold vision in 3x03, listing off a few of his labels:

"But I, Monkie Kid, delivery boy, somewhat equal to heaven—saw right through your trick." (3x03 Smartie Kid; another label)

Which, MK and his labels are a big deal ("Hero"/"Warrior" in 2x07, Noodle Boy, Successor, the "Plan Man" in 4x12). It's specifically what the curse antagonizes MK with in s4:

Subodhi: “Who or what you are, even I do not know the answer—but of one thing, I am certain: fate has plans for you! Great plans, or foul? Time will tell.” MK: "I- I can't be! I'm just MK!" Subodhi: "The Monkie Kid?" MK: *Gasps*

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Curse MK: "Tell me, what do you think we are, honestly, cause I have been DYING to hear us say it, out loud." MK: "What kind of a question is that? I'm just- I'm just MK, a noodle delivery guy with the powers of the Monkey King, no biggie."

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Curse MK: "Seriously? You still think we're just some noodle delivery guy? You can't remember where you came from, and we got ALL this power, and you never once thought, why us? What are we, what is our purpose?" MK: "Of course I thought about it! I mean- maybe, I was gonna thought about it I just- I just want to be me. To be MK!" Curse MK: "Yeah well, we all know exactly where that leads, don't we." Lady Bone Demon Echo: "To pain."

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Curse MK: "We're just like Wukong, a fraud! A trickster! Why would our legacy be any different?"

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MK: "No, no you're wrong I'm- I'm not!" Curse MK: "Not what, some Monkey Demon thing destined to bring chaos upon the world? Come on, use your words big brained boy, say it, what are we?"

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Curse MK: "You can see it, can't you? This is your fate. Your friends will turn on you, seeing you for the monster you will become! They will destroy you, harbinger of chaos."

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There's all of these different things MK is either trying to be or trying to not be, which all plays back into his identity. It also all plays back to one thing: his lack of belief in himself.

He's either not enough like Wukong or too much like his mentor. He's either not strong enough or too strong, destined to cause nothing but chaos and destruction. He's either not going to be able to protect the people he cares about, or he's going to be the very thing that hurts them. It's the same problem, just on different sides of the spectrum.

The 3x14 "Do you still really think the universe wants anything, from any of us?" to 4x08 "Until I know what I am, what my destiny is? I can't risk hurting the people I care about—the one's I have left" pipeline is both wild and important to note. It's the switch from MK believing he's nothing special, to believing he's the very "harbinger of chaos". It's all about his self-perception.

And honestly, when it comes down to it, he probably still believes he's the wrong successor, just for very different reasons now. You and I both know that there was no other choice for a protégé—who else would have been able to wield the Monkey King's staff and have his powers—but I doubt MK is in a place to come to terms with that. I think that realization is going to be part of his downward spiral next season, along with being one of the things that instigates the SWK V MK fight.

It's very on point that the way MK comforts Wukong at the end of 4x11 is through reaffirming his role as the "Monkey King":

MK: "Monkey King- I'm not ready to not have a mentor. Azure needs to be stopped but- we need you. I need you- to be the Monkey King."

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

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While the way he antagonizes Azure is to threaten his role as a Hero (also referencing his role as an Uncle, and before that his role as a friend):

MK: "Come on! Come on! Come on Unkie Lion, you're the big hero right? Then prove it. Show me!"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

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*Gestures financially* IDENTITY

Bonus "What I am" parallels post because it's pretty relevant I feellmk

[hcrexcellency]

@classiqcals ( joanna & reuben )

Love was a plague. In the earlier days of her youth, Joanna would curse the stars for whatever punishment it wished to bestow on her for being so unlucky in love. Only now, they laughed back at her for giving her heart into the hands of a liar, not a bit of everything that happened between them standing in any form of truth so he could, instead, get her money... or was it that he lying to someone else...? The mental game of catch between both possibilities made her dizzy, but she trusted him. Why would he betray her unless he lied to his most beloved sister? Even if that were true, would it make up for the humiliating feeling of looking like a love sick fool who had fallen right into the trap of a trickster? Have patience was Reuben's plea to her, two words she would not forget as they were not the three she'd hoped to hear. But she tried, nonetheless, to have patience, taking but a few days to be alone with her thoughts and stop herself from jumping to any conclusions based on whatever Isolde, Blair, or Valentina might say to her. Instead, she let the woods talk to her, astride her horse as the shades of green faded together the faster she went, creating a void only she could live in. What would she even say to him? Would she resort back to the cordial, elegant princess who was polite and rigid so that he would no longer have to play this game of pretend beside her? A petty and bitter choice to make. Or would she run right into his embrace in tears as though it had never occurred? Perhaps the easiest way out, but what of her dignity then? If she were not bolting so fast upon her horse, she would have seen the upcoming sharp turn, but alas, as the horse came to such a screeching halt, the momentum gradually pulled Joanna off the horse and onto the ground with a thud. No broken bones, thankfully, but as she bathed in her chambers, her ladies maids regarded a rather large bruise on her left shoulder blade. The bruise would be easily concealed as she dressed in her nightgown and robe. Though, as she sat in front of her mirror, she pulled the gown down to get a better look at it herself, a searing pain that would surely melt away soon enough. The door to her chambers open and she remained still, her back to the door. Through the mirror she'd expected to see her sister, but instead she'd seen the look of her betrothed. Immediately wrathful gaze fell upon her ladies maids, whom apparently could not keep their mouths shut. This was not a conversation she was prepared for just yet, but perhaps the spontaneity of it may cause her to stop thinking for a while, which was what got her in trouble in the first place. "Do not fret," she said quietly, refusing to turn around, unsure if she says it to bring down the pretend persona that Dorit claimed he wore so well, or to quell the worry of the man who truly adored her, "I am fine... I simply fell off my horse. It hurts a bit, but it should mend itself in no time..."

[no-more-tales-tavern]

The Never-ending Cycle

The Legend of Zelda D&D AU Muse Masterlist

Princess Zelda Aasimar Divine Soul Sorcerer (Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom) Born the latest in a long line of chosen vessels for the goddess Hylia, Zelda knew well the terrible Calamity that would soon come, but piety was not something she yet understood. Calling on a goddess for strength was a strange concept, and it nearly cost her everything when she failed to call upon the power that was all her own.

Aasimar Light Domain Cleric (Skyward Sword) Hailing from the far distant past and only spoken of in legend, Zelda would've preferred to live her life in the clouds, teasing her childhood friend and enjoying the peace—but clearly, fate had other plans. Her duty as the reincarnation of the goddess Hylia required she travel to the surface world and seal away her ancient enemy once and for all.

Hylian Twilight Cleric (Twilight Princess) With the fate of her kingdom being threatened by invaders from another dimension, Queen Zelda had no choice but to submit. She let the villains claim her castle and kingdom for the safety of her people, and with the hope that her own plan to change the course of the fight would come to fruition. If only they could find the chosen hero...

Link Hylian Fighter/Ranger (Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom) Though his memories of his past life from one-hundred years ago are still fuzzy, Link knows exactly who he is. A skilled warrior and swordsman, a survivalist through and through, and the devoted companion of the Princess Zelda. Nothing—not even the endless stretch of time—will keep him from standing by her side.

Hylian Champion Fighter (Skyward Sword) All that Link wanted in his life was to soar through the heavens and spend his days with the girl of his dreams. Instead, he found himself plummeting to the surface world below Skyloft, a talking sword slung over his back, and with a die-hard determination in his mind to find his best friend and bring her back home at any cost.

Hylian Order of Lycan Blood Hunter (Twilight Princess) The twisted nature of the Twilight Realm certainly had an odd effect to the simple ranch hand from Ordon. Now cursed—or blessed depending on your perspective—with the ability to shift into a feral canine beast, his journey to set right his hometown and save the children who looked up to him has taken a turn for the darker.

Ganondorf Gerudo Barbarian/Sorcerer (Tears of the Kingdom) Long ago, during the age of the Zonai, Ganondorf led the Gerudo during a time of much hardship. He turned to Zonai for their incredible power and advanced technology...and when they failed to aid, he decided he would claim that power for himself and his people. The war that followed would be one to change him forever into the dreaded Demon King.

Gerudo Fighter/Warlock (Twilight Princess) Driven by an ambition to conquer Hyrule for his people, the Gerudo Chief Ganondorf made a pact with a member of the strange Twili, aiding him in usurping the throne of his realm in exchange for the forces and powers to then attack Hyrule Castle and claim that throne for himself.

Impa Sheikah Shadow Monk (Age of Calamity) The first protector of the princess Zelda, Impa is her most trusted companion, and most confident friend before Link arrived. Despite her silent and stoic nature, she has a kind heart, and trusts in her friend to do what is right, even if it goes against what her father believes is best.

Purah Sheikah Armorer Artificer (Tears of the Kingdom) Restored to her youthful vitality once again, the brilliant and incredibly gorgeous Professor Purah has dedicated herself to the reestablishing and progressing of Post-Calamity Hyrule. Her mastery of the Ancient Sheikah technology has gifted her a talent in creating her own devices which barrel Hyrule towards industrial revolution.

Midna Twili Arcane Trickster (Twilight Princess) Hailing from the strange and twisted Twilight Realm, Midna is the true and proper queen of the Twili, removed from her throne by a horrible usurper. Her ambition is to reclaim her throne at any cost, seeking out the Fused Shadow to create the weapon capable of reclaiming her power and destroying the one who took it from her.

Mipha Zora Life Domain Cleric (Breath of the Wild) Meek and humble, Mipha was the chosen champion for the Zora during the time of the Calamity. Though clearly skilled and talented in her own right, Mipha struggled with her own insecurities of her youth and held a lack of confidence in her own purpose.

Sidon Zora Open Sea Paladin (Tears of the Kingdom) Bold and outgoing, Sidon is a beacon of inspiration and optimism in the bleak world of Hyrule Post-Calamity. His bravery and charm lifts the spirits of those in the Zora Domain, and he leads his people with great zeal and enthusiasm to see his land made good and safe again.

Revali Rito Fighter/Rogue (Breath of the Wild) Young and brash, the expert marksman has a bit of a chip on his shoulder about playing second-fiddle to the chosen champion and wielder of the Master Sword. Revali's cockiness is not unearned, but he should be careful—perhaps it will spell his doom soon enough.

Teba Rito Ranger/Rogue (Breath of the Wild) Cool and level-headed, Teba is an even-tempered member of the Rito warriors, and a skilled marksman as well. He was vital in defeating the Malice-infused Vah Medoh over Rito Village, but now he spends his days trekking the cool Hebra mountains, doing his best to keep the region safe and secure.

Daruk Goron Totem Warrior Barbarian (Breath of the Wild) Daruk is the bold and powerful leader of the Goron, and served them well during the Calamity. He served as a sure and steady rock in that time, refusing to back down from any challenge, and standing tall to defend his friends when the time to fight arose.

Urbosa Gerudo Storm Herald Barbarian (Breath of the Wild) Once the chief of the Gerudo, Urbosa was a wise and kind leader, who led her people with power and authority. A friend to Zelda's mother, she is close with the princess, and much of her time before the Calamity was spent worrying over her.

Riju Gerudo Barbarian/Rogue (Tears of the Kingdom) Though somewhat insecure with her own right to lead her people, Riju is every bit the wise and kind leader that her grandmother was, and just as skilled a warrior. Despite the cool and aloof facade she puts on with her people, she is still a child at heart.

Mineru Zonai Battle Smith Artificer (Tears of the Kingdom) Cool and aloof, and not a facade, the slender Zonai scientist is interested in all kinds of knowledge—whether they be ancient myths, or the specific structural anatomy of a robot from a far-flung era. Her studies are deep and intense and leave her laboratory dimly glowing well into the night.

King Rauru Zonai Light Domain Cleric (Tears of the Kingdom) Once the proud and kind ruler of Hyrule in the distant past, Raura was gifted with incredible power and master of light itself. He stood as a beacon of goodness and right for those who lived in Hyrule, and despite his own humility, many in his time revered him as a god.

Queen Sonia Hylian Order Domain Cleric (Tears of the Kingdom) Sweet and kind would be the words to describe Sonia, the first of Hyrule's queens. A gentle soul who would never harm another, she always sought peace, and did her best to lead her people by her example. When war arose, though, she found herself outmatched...

Twinrova Gerudo Genie Warlock (Ocarina of Time) Born from the fused Twinrova witches, Twinrova is a powerful Gerudo witch bound in service to her master and king, Ganon. Dark and sadistic, her mastery of fire and ice spells are unrivaled, and she stands against any who would seek to lay low her king. It is unclear if the transformation is temporary, or if Twinrova is truly her own self.

[indirecticn]

ROBIN HOOD AU HC:

Asgard never left Midgard and kept a heavy presence there beyond the age of the vikings.

As such, most of the monarchies served by Asgard's pleasure. Skirmishes between nations were considered only when they began to truly encompass a global footprint. Such things were then brought under the eye of Asgard who would ultimately back a ruler or.. be the reason an empire fell.

Most historical things that happened still did but maybe SLIGHTLY different and could always be traced back to influences by Asgard. Please note that it was likely the gross ass n/zis thought they would be favored and were VERY VERY WRONG and Asgard entered the war with America which ended it all VERY quickly.

Asgardians and Vanir are considered a higher class of being and thus are often in roles of higher regard even when said roles are on Midgard proper.

After the second world war the grip on the world got tighter as Odin was tired of these global wars. The division between classes became pretty noticeable, with those heavily supportive of Asgard gaining the most favor and aiding in keeping certain Vanir and Asgardian politicians in power by the means of popular opinion.

(Aka "i should KEEP running this country, your majesty, the people LOVE me" and it's like, but do they really? or is it that money talks??? hmmmm.)

In the 60's a movement began called The People of the Realm Eternal, headed up by mortals and mortal mutants in particular. This movement aimed to give the power back to the mortals and supported the full withdrawal of Asgard from Midgard. It began peaceful but there are various little cells that are more violent and have caused issues.

The division between mutants and non-mutants was not nearly as big a thing in this world, but it's still mildly there.. only non-mutant asgardian supporters tend to be those that dislike the mutants, and a lot of it has to do with asgard not liking any midgardians that are powerful enough to take on asgard born warriors or even asgard's finest noble lines that have blood-lines tied all the way back to celestials.

Loki questioned the status quo way more than Thor, however did so privately out of fear of what his father would think and because he already seemed to be falling into thor's shadow, thus his rep as the trickster/god of lies, ect, was already tarnishing him bit by bit.

He did not let the Jotun in on Thor's coronation day, but rather this seemed to be done by a group of mutants intent on bringing down Asgard from the inside. However, when he went to the treasure room to stop them with his father he accidentally touched the casket of ancient winters in an attempt to wrest it away from a giant. it was then his true form was revealed.

His anger and fear brought about the truth, that he thought the PotRE were more right than not to ask for Asgard to leave midgard, given that midgard was the largest realm under their "rule" and had so many intricate cultures and kingdoms that it didn't need a single ruler to keep peace, and that all asgard was doing was keeping the more corrupt asgardians and vanir in power because odin was too blind to see it.

He learned the truth of his own parentage and thought it possible he was not abandoned but perhaps had been stolen outright, to be used as a bargaining piece in talks with Jotuns at a later time.

Before he could be exiled properly (and powers stripped) he was saved from such a fate by one of the mutants who had helped the Jotuns get into the realm... Nightcrawler. The mutant teleported Loki away and the prince was introduced to a galactic arm of The People of the Realm Eternal.

Loki eventually took up an offer to join them and was soon leading his own three-man crew that did jobs that interrupted Asgard supply lines and took it upon themselves to redistribute stolen wealth of the upper class.

The crew consists of Loki Laufeyson (a prince either which way it's looked at but he never uses the title), Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler, Valkyrie, and Remy LeBeau aka Gambit.

[talesofargante]

The Guardian of Trollhunters Episode 8: Part 3 - Changeling Reveal

Pairing: Jim Lake Jr. x Liz Walker (OFC)

Episode Summary: Jim volunteers to babysit with Liz so they can find out whether Claire's little brother, Enrique, is a Changeling. While investigating, Liz discovers a new ability.

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Warning: literal cat food (if I miss any warnings, please lmk)

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"Since we lost our gaggletack, we need another one. Call Toby to see if he and AAARRRGGHH can get it," Liz instructed.

"Alright," Jim pulls out his phone and calls Toby, who answers, "What's up, Jimbo? Everything okay with Enrique?"

"I sort of just lost it," Jim replies, thinking of Enrique as anything but human.

"What do you mean you lost it?" As soon as Toby asked, Enrique vomited on himself and on the floor. Jim quickly backs away in shock and disgust. "No! What in the world?!"

"Oh, gosh. That's disgusting." Liz gagged slightly at the sight, carefully making her way closer to Enrique without stepping on the emesis on the floor and picking him up from the jumper. "Okay, someone's been playing around too much. Let's get you cleaned up, little padawan. Mind cleaning that up, Jim? I'll meet you upstairs."

Without waiting for a reply, Liz heads to the stairway and climbs to the second floor. She walks down the hallway to the nursery room, where she began cleaning up Enrique. Thankfully, she was familiar with taking care of him after learning from Claire while hanging out at her place.

After wiping Enrique down, Liz couldn't ignore the tingling sensation of magic coursing through her as she touched him. Without thinking and letting instinct takeover, she  glances behind her to ensure Jim wasn't there before tracing a pattern with her fingers to Enrique's chest as foreign words spill from her lips.

In an instant, silver light sparks from her fingers, encompassing Enrique's form, then the light fades to reveal a green changeling with red-yellow eyes and brown course, spiked hair on his head, and scruff. The creature snarled. "Eh?! What the – What did you do? How did you do that?"

"So it is true! You are a changeling," Liz said breathlessly, thinking back on all those times she sensed something off until her eyes widened in sudden realization – she could sense changelings! If she had been sensing changelings in disguise this whole time, there was one person she could think of who may also have been involved. "Tell me, where are the Killahead bridge and your master, Bular? Is Strickler working for him?"

"Tsk. I ain't telling you nothing, enchantress. They warned me about you – the Guardian with magic."

Before Liz could confront him any further, footsteps were heard down the hall. In a flash of crackling green light, the changeling transformed back into Enrique, though he was NotEnrique to Liz's knowledge.

Entering the nursery, Jim walks up to Liz, glancing down at Enrique, unaware that the creature's identity has already been exposed. "Toby and AAARRRGGHH are going to bring us another gaggletack. In the meantime, let's see if our little friend will share where he hid our gaggletack. Where did you hide it?"

Enrique giggles, pointing his tiny finger toward the bin by the crib before clapping his hands in glee. Liz couldn't help but glare at the baby. This little trickster is messing with us.

"You hid the horseshoe in the diaper bin, didn't you?" Jim asked. Enrique seemed to cheer as Jim slowly lifted the diaper bin cover. "Because you're just a normal baby, and that's what normal babies do."

"Really, Jim, I don't think he hid it there." Liz sweat-dropped at his action. Smelling the bin, Jim quickly closed it and plugged his nose. "Ooh, doggy! Oh, it is really packed."

"Wait–" Before she could stop him, Jim instantly opens the lid and without thinking twice, stuck his hand into the bin. Liz grimaced at his action, swallowing the down the urge to vomit. Meanwhile, Enrique rolled away from his crib without their notice. Jim searches the bin, finding nothing as his eyes move to the empty crib. He gasped, standing up and looking around the room. "Enrique? Enrique!"

Liz silently cursed herself for getting distracted and searched the room, though she knew that NotEnrique hadn't gone far. He cannot escape. Not without completing his assigned task – to spy on them and report their activity to Bular until the construction of Killahead Bridge is complete.

"You stay here, Liz. Just in case Enrique decides to show himself back here." Jim suggested before walking out into the hallway. "Enrique? Oh, Enrique?"

Glad to see Jim taking the lead on this one. Before she knows it, he will be the Trollhunter that everyone needs. Liz patiently waits inside the nursery, predicting that NotEnrique will set a trap for them both should they decide to search for him together. She could hear the sound of metal clattering from downstairs and footsteps running towards it. Then, there was a silence followed by a yelp.

"Jim!" Filled with worry, Liz moves towards the door when it suddenly bangs shut in her face. A burst of giggles greeted her from behind, pulling Liz's attention to the center of the room on the floor, where NotEnrique, in human disguise, playfully grinning at her.

"Liz?" Jim called out from outside in the hallway. Just when she turned around to call out for him, a sudden weight landed on her shoulders as a baby blue blanket wrapped around the bottom half of her face with the ends pulled from behind, silencing her.

Having enough of his games, Liz reaches behind her for NotEnrique, who leaps off her back and releases the blanket. She turns around, glaring at the creature. "That's it! Playtime is over, changeling."

"Aw, but I'm having so much fun." NotEnrique teases from the ceiling, blowing a raspberry at her. "Stop being such a party pooper."

Eyes narrowing, Liz waves her hand forward, ribbons of silver light shooting towards NotEnrique, ensnaring him in its grasp. "Hey! That's cheating!"

"If this was a game, you should know I always play to win," Liz said, her voice echoing with power and control that seems to have taken a hold over the changeling as she uses her magic to pull NotEnrique towards her. Within reach, she grabs him by the scruff and stares him in the eyes.

At that moment, Liz felt as though something was being tugged inside her. Like the ends of a tight bow being pulled and loosening as a slight wave of unbridled power course through her body and mind, shadowing her senses.

"By whatever means necessary," Liz finalized, unaware of the glowing ring of silver encompassing her turquoise irises, reflecting in his own, filled with fear.

"Y-yes! Okay, you win! Please don't hurt me, enchantress. I'll be good!"

"You have nothing to fear from me if only you answer my questions."

"Alright! I'll tell you! Strickler is working for Bular, and they're hiding the bridge in the –"

"Liz! Are you in there?" Jim calls out from down the hallway, interrupting NotEnrique's confession. Using it to his advantage, NotEnrique quickly transforms into his human form and starts crying loudly in Liz's arms. "Why you little –"

"You found him!" Toby exclaimed from behind Jim as they entered the nursery. Hep walked ahead of his friend towards Liz, his attention on the distressed baby. "Aw, there, there. Did the nasty Trollhunter-man and Guardian-lady scare you?"

"Oh, come here, come here, little baby boy. Don't worry. Don't cry. Shh. Come here. Yeah, yeah. Come here, come here." Toby grabbed the baby from Liz's arms and pressed the little one against him.

Jim watched with suspicion as the baby sucked on Toby's shoulder before lifting his head and spitting out to the Trollhunter. A large frown spread across his face, not believing the act. Quickly, his face changed from serious to happy. "Oh, hey, little guy!"

Instantly, Jim pulls out and holds up the gaggletack with a purposeful grin. Awkwardly, Enrique let out a deep grunt before sobbing hysterically, making Toby wince. "Hey, what are you doing? You're freaking him out."

"He is freaking me out! He made me stick my arm in a diaper bin!" Jim holds his hand up to his friend, who curiously sniffs it before retching away. Liz grimaced, taking a step back to a safer distance. "Made you? You did that all on your own, Jim."

Jim sent her an exasperated look. "Not helping, Liz."

"She's right. You're better than that." Toby turned his focus on the baby, soothing him. "Who's a little baby boy? You're a little baby boy. You're such a little baby."

"That's it. I've got to do this. It won't hurt him." As Jim advanced, NotEnrique began to cry again, trying to escape. "Hey! Stop-! Slow! Hey, can you not-?"

Toby gently shoved his friend back, who just kept coming back. "Dude, get away from him! You're scaring Enrique!"

NotEnrique had climbed onto Toby's head as Jim jumped at him, the three flipping in the room as Liz evades to the side, avoiding the tumble. Jim had landed upside down in the chair, but he quickly picked himself back up before tossing the horseshoe between his hands.

"All right, come to daddy, poopling!" Jim grunted before diving for them, but Toby jumped out of the way. Toby groaned as Enrique fussed in his hands, pulling to be free. Jim slowly walked towards them and held out the gaggletack. Luckily, but unfortunately for Enrique and Toby, the changeling kicked Toby in the face before falling. Still, the redhead had caught him, trapping him. Jim pressed the gaggletack against NotEnrique's head, and lightning shot out of the gaggletack, revealing the changeling. Toby screamed when he made eye contact with NotEnrique, dropping the creature back into the crib as Toby ran behind Jim and Liz.

"Oh, no, that is not Enrique!" Toby shrieked, shielding himself behind the champions. The Trollhunter stepped up to the crib as the blanket draped over the creature. Once Jim reached to the side of the crib, NotEnrique popped out from the covers with a slight growl.

"Stupid flesh thing!" NotEnrique snarled. As he jumped from the crib, Toby and Jim screamed. The changeling jumped onto the lamp before twisting around and knocking it over.

"Oh, no, that is not Enrique!" Toby once again pointed out.

"We know, Toby, but we can't let him escape!" Liz said before chasing after NotEnrique with the two boys close behind. Out in the hallway, the three teenagers ran across the hallway to the stairway, looking down the empty steps.

"Where'd it go?" Toby asked as Liz and Jim turned the corner.

"There!" Jim called out. NotEnrique's back faced them before turning around, revealing Claire's family cat with part of its tail and head sticking out from the miniature troll's large mouth.

"Put... the... kitten... down," Jim ordered as they advanced. Spitting out the kitten, NotEnrique threw it at Jim's face, who fell back with a yelp. NotEnrique jumped onto Toby, kicking him down as Liz managed to get the cat off of Jim. Nevertheless, Jim was pounced on by NotEnrique, making him groan as NotEnrique's clawed hands pressed, most likely around Jim's neck. "You're a real killjoy, just like your mate."

Leaping off, NotEnrique quickly evacuated the area as Toby panicked. "That is not Enrique!"

"We know!" Jim and Liz exclaimed at the same time, pulling out their amulets. They all ran after the changeling down the stairs.

"For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command."

"By the power of the Arcane, magic is mine to command."

In a flash of blue and cyan light, Jim's and Liz's armors appeared as they ran down the stairs. The three chased after the creature who had managed to climb up on the living room arch before swinging off and kicking Toby and Jim to the floor as Liz stepped back to avoid getting knocked down behind them.

NotEnrique lets out a long laugh as he crawls upside down on the ceiling, Jim and Toby already on his trail. As NotEnrique jumped from the roof, the two friends dived for him, but they knocked into one another as the creature managed to miss the oncoming collision. In the process, Toby crushes Jim into the floor with a yelp. While NotEnrique blows a raspberry at the two boys, Liz comes up behind and tries to grab him. Still, he quickly evades her grasp by jumping between her legs and onto the office chair in the reading room. Picking themselves up from the floor, Jim and Toby stopped beside Liz as the changeling twisted the chair to face them, a bottle in one hand and an open magazine in the other. "Do you realize how good you guys have it here? It's a party compared to those troll-turds in the Darklands."

Toby shouted as he ran up to the troll and tipped the chair over. Jim decided to chase as NotEnrique laughed before jumping over the room with the Trollhunter after him. Toby had finally stood as an open magazine was clutched between his hands. A sexy girl had appeared on the cover, meaning the contents inside were probably un childlike as Toby calls out on NotEnrique. "No, hey! You're a very bad baby!"

Toby looked back into the magazine anyway and flipped the page. "My word!"

Before he could turn a page further, Liz quickly snatched the magazine from his hands and tossed it away. "Bad Toby! Stop getting distracted and help Jim!"

"Ah! Yes, ma'am!" Toby saluted with a blush, running to the kitchen and skidding behind the island as Jim held a sizeable circular pan over his head, the dish acting as a shield. At the same time, random objects were thrown at him.

"Where's the real Enrique, you filthy rugrat?" Jim shouted before diving behind the island counter as NotEnrique stood in the fridge, chucking food at him.

"As if I'd ever tell you!" NotEnrique spat, throwing harder objects that shattered on impact. As Liz takes refuge behind the counter with the boys, a cake platter falls beside Toby, the slice of cake landing on the floor perfectly.

"Ooh, cake!" Toby cooed as he picked up the slice. Jim peaked his head around the counter, his sword appearing through a cloud of blue smoke. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as NotEnrique threw a carton from the fridge. Quickly, Jim jumped out and sliced it with his blade, blue smoke emitting around him with scraps of carton paper.

"Don't make me use this." Jim threatened, hoping not to kill off his evidence.

"You can't touch me. I'm her baby brother. What do you suppose is gonna happen when they come home and see something's happened to their precious?" NotEnrique laughed. "I'm untouchable, baby."

Jim frowned at the statement, knowing he was right. Noticing a broom lying next to her, Liz had an idea, grabbing it and passing it to Toby, who nods and looks around the corner of the island, broom on hand.

"Jim, catch!" Toby yelled, tossing the broom to his friend, whose sword evaporated and was replaced by a normal household item with Jim smiling.

"Uh oh."Avoiding the broom, NotEnrique jumped on top of the fridge before hopping into the divide of the cupboards and kicking the fridge door into Jim's back. Jim let out a cry of pain before smacking the wall cupboard door where NotEnrique stood last. The changeling pulled himself into the cupboard with a laugh.

Quickly, Liz reached for the handle and pulled the small door open, only to find nothing except for cans and glass containers. Trying another cupboard, she opened it, finding her target buried under some more tin cans, growling. She yelped as the cans fell, feeling her arm getting grabbed and pulled backward onto the floor as Jim steps in front of her in time, protecting her head with his arms as his back gets hit by the falling objects and NotEnrique escapes.

Luckily, Toby had been prepared with a large pot and caught the changeling under its steel trap. Unfortunately, his joyous occasion was short-lived when NotEnrique's fist created large dents from the inside.

Toby let out a scream as the pot bounced around the kitchen, carrying Toby with it. As it bounced, Liz and Jim climbed out of the way, and the pot led Toby from the kitchen and right into Enrique's bouncing swing in the living room. The swing acted like a slingshot, sending the two back with screams, passing Liz and Jim, who watched with shock as Toby and NotEnrique crashed into the wall.

Suddenly, a ringtone sounded from Jim's armor. Turning his head, Jim felt the back of his armor, searching for his phone as Toby and Enrique fought in the background.

"That must be Claire. Good thing I taught you where to store your phone." Liz winked. Jim grinned, finding his phone and answering it. "Oh, hey, Claire! How's the concert?"

"Jim, my parents just called. They're coming back early. I'm leaving now." Jim listened to her panicked voice before his eyes grew wide in realization. Noticing his reaction, Liz steps up to him. "What's wrong, Jim?"

"The Nunez, they're on their way home," Jim said, letting his armor disintegrate back into his amulet with his mouth agape. Suddenly, a blast of loud music sounded, catching them by surprise. The two champions turned to see NotEnrique by the stereo.

"Who's there? What's that music?" Claire asked.

"Tell her how you were elbow-deep in me dookie-bin," NotEnrique said, turning up the music even louder and dancing.

"Are you...having a party?" Claire asked accusingly, sending Jim into panic mode as he dodged the random items thrown at him. "No! No, no party! Gotta go!"

He hung up the phone as Liz summoned a shield to protect herself and Jim from the projectiles. Toby comes up behind them, back in the action as NotEnrique continues throwing anything and everything he can get his hands on, random objects lying everywhere as though a tornado had torn through the kitchen.

Suddenly, a loud knock sounded from the back kitchen door, followed by the door falling and landing between Jim and Toby, who gasped in surprise. Outside the doorway stood AAARRRGGHH, his hand frozen in a knocking motion.

"Stupid, smelly trolls!" NotEnrique sneered from the island countertop, dropping the cans and backing up.

"Their door!" Jim groaned and pressed his hand to his forehead as Liz shook her head, fingers pinching between her furrowed eyebrows. "What did you guys do to their door?"

With a laugh, Blinky popped into view from the outside. "We... Uh, we're here to... help."

He picked up the door as Jim pouted.

"Well, I don't remember inviting these two to dinner!" NotEnrique spoke, causing them to all look as he hopped from the fridge to the freezer, where he grabbed a box and stood atop the refrigerator. "First course, frozen peas!"

"Don't make me climb up there, foul beast!" Blinky threatened. Toby had taken a chicken leg from the floor and bit into the meat before throwing it at NotEnrique, who ate it in one gulp.

"Whoa!" The changeling grunted before jumping from his taller pedestal to the ceiling lamp and loading his mouth with peas. Then he launched them like a machine gun at Blinky, who covered his eyes as he stumbled around. "My eyes, my eyes! Green balls of madness! They hurt very badly!"

All of them took cover. NotEnrique laughed before loading more into his mouth and shooting more.

"AAARRRGGHH, it's just like our video game. You with me, buddy?" Toby mentioned. AAARRRGHH came out from beneath the small plate that did no justice to protect the giant troll from the peas. He smiled, however. "Sushi."

"Yeah!" Toby smiled, giving his troll friend a high-five.

"Draw fire?" AAARRRGGHH suggested. Balling his fists, Toby stands up with a proud smile. "No, it's my turn."

He ran as NotEnrique continuously blasted him with peas and fell over. "Oh, it's hailing peas, and I hate peas! Oh, ooh, ow!"

On top of the ceiling lamp, NotEnrique continued with the peas, aiming them at Toby. Suddenly, a large fist belonging to AAARRRGGHH slammed the changeling into the ceiling. His fist retracted, causing the smaller creature to wheeze out as he fell off the lamp, his arms and legs stiff as he fell onto AAARRRGGHH's plate. Toby laughed with cheer as he joined his larger friend's side. "Way to go, wingman!"

"Boom, boom!" AAARRRGGHH added when they fist-bumped.

"Way to go, you two!" Liz smiled, clapping as she and Jim stepped up to them. Jim's expression turned serious.

"All right, enough! Where's the bridge?" He asked NotEnrique, who recovered and sat up on the plate with a grin.

"What bridge? London Bridge? I hear it's falling down," NotEnrique teased until AAARRRGGHH's hand crushed him. "Ow! Fleshbags... no sense of humor."

"We are not asking again. Where is the bridge?" Liz questioned this time. AAARRRGGHH continued to crush him, causing the small troll to groan. "Give me a break! I don't know anything. - It's me first day."

"Squeeze him till he pops!" Blinky said, stepping beside the two champions. The giant troll followed the order and pressed down further. The smaller troll's eyes bulged before he pushed the hand off him. "Okay, okay, okay! Can't blame a guy for looking out for himself. But you can't tell anyone I told you. I got a pretty sweet deal going here. If the bossman hears I squealed, he'll feed me to Bular."

"Bular's working with someone else?" Blinky questioned in concern.

"Who? Who is Bular working with?" Jim asked.

"Oh, er..." NotEnrique glances at all of them until his gaze stops on Liz, who subtly shakes her head, her turquoise eyes flickering with glistening silver. He clears his throat, looking away. "Forget I said anything."

Suddenly, a car pulling into the driveway drew everyone's eyes to the front of the house, where headlights appeared on the wall.

"Oh, no, someone's home!" Jim exclaimed, panic setting in once again.

"I suggest we make our egress," Blinky added, but AAARRRGGHH questioned the new word. "Egress?"

"It means to exit." Blinky grabbed the changeling, but Jim grabbed him by the smaller troll's legs, causing NotEnrique to yelp. "Whoa! I'm supposed to be babysitting it!"

Blinky pulled on NotEnrique's arm. "And I need the proof for Vendel!"

"And I need not be split in two." NotEnrique swats at them to let go.

"Enough! Jim's right. We were supposed to be babysitting. We'll bring the changeling to Vendel at another time." Liz said as Blinky reluctantly let go.

The front door unlocked.

"Okay, you have to go now," Liz muttered as NotEnrique continued to push out of Jim's grip, but the boy had a tight hold on him despite getting punched and kicked in the face.

"With haste," Blinky added. They left, AAARRRGGHH had trouble putting on the door, but they went in time. NotEnrique continued to struggle, but they froze as a voice spoke out. "Claire, we're home!"

It was Claire's father.

Not wasting another second, Liz waved her hand, muttering foreign words under her breath as cyan-colored mist swirled across the kitchen, replacing everything back to their original state before her armor dissipated. Meanwhile, Jim watched with his mouth agape in complete shock. Since when can Liz do magic?!

Hearing approaching footsteps. Jim pressed on NotEnrique, who transformed into his human form as Claire's parents walked into the kitchen. The parents gasped at seeing a random boy holding their child with Liz standing near him with a charming smile.

"Oh! Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Nunez."

"Liz? We didn't expect you to be here. Who is that, and where's Claire?" Mrs. Nunez asked, perking her eyebrow with suspicion. Before Liz could reply, Jim spoke up, chuckling nervously. "I'm Jim, the babysitter."

"In-training, he means." Liz corrected, remaining calm through the situation. "He goes to our school and wants to learn how to babysit, just in case he needs to earn some money on the side after school. As for Claire, she —"

Claire runs into the kitchen in panic before letting out the word, "Fudgeknuckle!"

Claire glances between her friends and her parents.

"Ah, Claire! We were explaining how you invited us over to teach Jim how to babysit. Did you find what you were looking for?" Liz nonchalantly asked as though Claire was with them the entire time. Mr. and Mrs. Nunez turned to their daughter for an answer.

"Uhh...yeah!" Claire smiled, understanding what Liz was trying to do. "I dropped my phone outside from upstairs while playing with Enrique and them in the nursery. Good thing it happened after you guys called."

Claire pulls out her phone from her skirt pocket, waving it. "Here, it is. Luckily, it didn't break."

"I'm glad." Liz smiled, nudging Jim to say something. "Ah, yeah! Good thing. You had us worried there."

Liz turned to NotEnrique, ruffling his hair, turquoise eyes gleaming in its original color as she grinned down at the baby, who cooed innocently in response.

"Well, it seems our playtime is over. Good game, Enrique. Hope to play with you again soon."

[End of Episode VIII - Adventures of Trollsitting]

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[justaduckarts]

Hello!

Was the insinuation in the latest chapter that Pluto gave her shard/ a shard to Lunar somehow? It felt like that's what was being insinuated? (Is he a greater God now somehow? Does he have connections to Eclipse in some way? I must have missed a detail about the four arms thing, forgive me.)

I'm sure it'll be explained more in depth as the story goes on, I was just takin the chance to ask if not.

I think Lunar is probably my favorite character in the story (followed closely by literally every other character because they are all wonderfully written and very interesting! Each new detail in each new chapter shows just how much thought is put into each character! I love them. Including Aurelia I remember writing out an entire essay about Aurelia back when chapter, like, 3 released) because he's so intriguing! Chaos trickster God indeed!

Just wanted to pop in and ask and gush a little! Thank you for the story! I'm super enjoying it! :)

Hello!

Let's take a look at what was written :)

"Couldn't you just-

"Don't even suggest it. You know I hate using that gift."

"I know." Tenderly, Pluto wrapped her arms around him. "I understand why. Sun never liked his gift, either."

"Yeah, but he still uses it every time the mood strikes him and we both know it." Lunar shook his head. "I'm not like him. I'm not going to force people unless I really have to."

"...And besides, we both know it's... unstable." He twisted, quietly wrapping his arms around Pluto.

Here, Lunar is talking about a gift that's dangerous to use. He implies that it can be unstable. :0

As he rose, he looked over the snake tattooed on her arm. His smile fell.

"...Do you miss it?" He brushed the tattoo. "Your gift? Your familiar?"

"Not anymore. Of course, I'll always miss Pip. But..." She placed her hand over the place where she'd been marked by the star.

"I've been without my gift this long." Pluto shrugged.

"We'll find a way to fix it, Pluto." Lunar said quietly. He bent and picked up his corset and tunic. "We'll get your gift back. We'll set things right."

And here, Lunar asks Pluto if she misses her gift. Note that this happens after he brushes over her tattoo, which is a snake.

When I wrote these two paragraphs, I meant to bring up two points:

First, Lunar has a gift we've yet to see.

Second, Pluto can no longer use one of her sacred gifts. We know based on the fact that she can read emotions that her 'lost' gift must be the gift of earth. (I'm sorry for this being vague but I have plans to go into depth about this very soon)

You didn't miss any details! The four arms were revealed just this chapter and no, Lunar is not related to Eclipse in any way.

Also AAAAAAAAAA Thank you so much!! You honor me! I'm so glad you like my characters!! <3 <3 <3 :D Lunar is my favorite too. /Don't tell Eclipse/