#toa fanfic

[somesharkguy111]

i'm having trouble drawing so i... wrote a poem about the burning maze instead. i know it's a little unconventional as far as fanwork goes, but i've never worked harder on anything in my life so i hope you enjoy! the sun trio oooh the sun trio...

(in case you are unfamiliar with this format, this is a contrapuntal poem: you can read it as three separate poems, or as one big poem, left to right as you normally would and ignoring the breaks)

[wicked-by-nature--au]

Caught Red-Handed

The Impulsive youngling's genius idea of making a birthstone of his own... went very well for him.

Plus a little fanfic test draft ⬇️

Think of it as a beta chapter or something

Trying to get more comfortable with writing and stuff :D

Gunmar was once really close with him, but ever since Orlagk announced the creation of his birthstone, he became noticeably more somber, quieter, and almost... hurt? As he has been betrayed or something. And when Skarlagk hatched, he didn't quite receive any congratulations from the Skullcrusher, just silence and sulking.

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It has been a significant week. The birth of Orlagk's daughter was something the warlord had been waiting for decades. It was a happy and proud moment for him, but he couldn't help but ponder on how much more distant his young general had grown.

It was childish, yes, but it also made Orlagk worry about the youngling's mental state. Maybe he should talk to Gunmar, ask him what's wrong and if there's something he could do to help him.

...

And that's just what he's going to do-

•••

Once arriving outside of the young general's lair, he firmly knocks at the door. “Gunmar-” He called out but didn't hear an answer. “Are you in there, lad..?” He waited a bit before opening the door and peeking inside.

The room was fairly dark, but he could see the blue glimmer of Gunmar's engravings from the corner of the lair. Gunmar was sitting on the cold stone floor, hunched over with his hand clutching his left side. He was trembling slightly, which the older troll couldn't quite tell if it was from panic or frustration... perhaps both.

Orlagk furrowed his brows and stepped into the lair, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing? Why are you in there, boyo?” He asked with a firm but non-aggressive tone as he approached the younger troll curled up in the corner.

He knelt beside Gunmar and put his hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Seriously, what's going on...?” He asked with a softer and more genuine tone this time, but his questions were soon answered as he studied the scene a bit more carefully-

He saw deep blue blood — blood coming from Gunmar's side, which the younger troll was currently clutching onto, a chisel in the same hand. Orlagk's eyes widen as the realization hits him. “NO YOU JUST NOT-” He exclaimed, briefly glancing at Gunmar's face, who was just staring into the nothingness, clearly a bit disoriented.

Orlagk then snatched the chisel from Gunmar and pulled his hand away from his wounded side to see how bad the damage was. And as he had feared, a relatively large chunk of his living stone had been partially carved off. It was still attached to him but could lead to budding, which would just cause more damage with infection and rotting of the surrounding living stone.

So with no other choice, the older troll reluctantly began to help with the botched chunk, carefully carving out the piece where it was still attached, muttering under his breath. “Why, why? Why on earth would you do such a thing? YOU IDIOT!”

Gunmar stayed quiet for a bit, feeling embarrassed for being caught, as well as feeling ashamed, he knew it was impulsive but also something he really wanted to do. “...I just felt the need to.... I want to be a parent...” He muttered quietly with a soft and tired voice.

“But do this such a big thing all alone?!” Orlagk growled, pissed off by the younger troll's foolish decision.

“...But so did you....” Gunmar replies quietly. And once hearing that, Orlagk paused and went silent. He then sighed deeply and continued carving the piece out, his voice now slightly calmer. “But you're still so young yourself... You have just barely left your teens-”

“I'm not a whelp anymore...” Gunmar muttered.

“I know, but I don't think you're mature enough-” Orlagk said as he finally got the chunk of Gunmar's living stone out, catching it onto his hand and offering it to the younger troll. “It's a big responsibility....”

Once Gunmar took the piece of his own flesh from him, Orlagk looked back at the young troll's side, seeing all the blood and the deep wound. He shook his head and put the chisel down before he took hold of his own loincloth and ripped a piece of the fabric.

“You seriously fucked-up with the carving process...” He said as he began to pat Gunmar's bleeding side with the piece of cloth to help with the bleeding and clean the mess a bit. “You carved a way too deep... and the piece wouldn't have needed to be that big either... Why didn't you ask for help, you idiot..?”

Gunmar winced slightly as Orlagk began to cleanse the wound, starting to feel lightheaded from the bleeding and the throbbing pain in his side. He closes his eyes and holds the carved piece of his flesh close to his chest.

Orlagk glanced at Gunmar and sighed. “You can be such a brilliant and cunning troll... but man, you somehow lack common sense and critical thinking at times.” He muttered, shaking his head. And soon, he was done with the wound, pulling the stained fabric away. “I would smack you if you weren't in this state...” Orlagk huffed, standing up from the floor. Gunmar lifted his gaze to watch what he was doing.

Orlagk walked up to the younger troll's nest and took one of the animal pelts, bringing it to the wounded comrade. He kneeled down to lay the pelt over Gunmar's shoulders. “You should rest now...” He said before he stood up again, turning towards the door to leave.

And before he exited, he looked over his shoulder. “And crawl into the bed once you can... I'll come to check on the wound tomorrow...” Orlagk muttered before walking out of the lair, leaving Gunmar alone.

Gunmar sighed, huddled into the soft fur pelt, feeling absolutely worn out. There were some regrets in mind, but he was satisfied... He could soon be someone meaningful again.

And before he could think more about these things, he passed out, falling down onto his face on the cold stone floor.

So... what did you think?

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This is my first time writing stuff like this, and I hope it was somewhat presentable.

Is there something I could do different to improve it?

- HuttuHarakka

[arisketchart]

Semea -daughter of the sun

>> There was a girl in front of me. And behind her were two others. All in silver hunting gear. The girl in front of me had long, chestnut brown hair tied back in a ponytail and silver-yellow eyes. The silver-yellow eyes that had been haunting my dreams lately. And something else struck me, a realization as cold as a wet washcloth in the early morning. That was the girl from the wedding photo! Her expression was focused at first, she inspected me, then she looked into the house and her eyes looked sadder. “It seems to me that we are too late. Forgive me.” <<

This is a scene from my fanfic about my OC a daughter of Apollo and Lityerses on AO3, I invite you to go check it out guys <3

A musteread for all litpollo fans!!!

[the-gateway-to-madness]

To celebrate For The Good of All officially surpassing my previous longest fic project, The Parts We Play, in word count, here's all the art I can find that I've done based on FTGOA.

(and I do mean ALL of it)

[lavenderfairiez]

fic master list:

Here's a link to my ao3 but I will also post the individual fics below!

• valgrace 🔥🌩️

- all I wanted was you (15 chapters, 27k words)

- haunted by the ghost of you (one shot based on this post of mine, 9.9k words)

- valgrace high school reunion au (one shot, 4.7k words)

- wish I were piper/third of december, you in my sweater (one shot for valgrace week, 5.5k words)

- kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor (one shot based on this fic by @grey-edges, 1.9k words)

- as far as last words go, "I love you" is pretty good (one shot based on this post by @justlikearat, 2k words)

• ruegard 🐗💖

- strawberry kisses (one shot, 1.4k words)

- the only exception (one shot based on this drawing I did, 6k words)

• litpollo 🌽☀️

- am I in the frame from your point of view? (one shot, 5.6k words)

I'll keep updating this as I post more fics :)

[kathrahender]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62953903/chapters/161214892

I just posted another Trollhunters' Fic! This one is also a canon-divergence AU from the episode "Roaming Fees May Apply", and it contains not only Jim-Strickler's relationship but also Troll Dads and Stricklake (implied) but also Jlaire (more explicit).

I hope you like it!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Relationships: Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal & Claire Nuñez, Toby Domzalski & Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Aaarrrgghh & Toby Domzalski & Claire Nuñez, Draal & Claire Nuñez, Draal & Toby Domzalski.

Characters: Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Walter Strickler | Stricklander, Claire Nuñez, Toby Domzalski, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Aaarrrgghh (Tales of Arcadia), Draal (Tales of Arcadia), Vendel (Tales of Arcadia)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s01e16 Roaming Fees May Apply, Nightmares, Headaches & Migraines, Coughing, Fever, Vomiting, Nausea, Fainting, Unconsciousness, Jim Lake Jr. Whump (Tales of Arcadia), Jim Lake Jr. Needs a Hug (Tales of Arcadia), Toby Domzalski is a Good Friend, Protective Claire Nuñez, Male Claire Nuñez, Female Toby Domzalski, Minor Draal/Nomura (Trollhunters), Minor Aaarrrgghh/Blinky (Trollhunters), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Feelings Realization

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I'm motivated at last! Hopefully I'm back on track after these weeks -Danny Words: 2,779 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Sirens' –by Oliver Daldry

XLVII: Caligula Wants Me, Commodus Fears Me, Nero Is Just There

Ara bites her thumb absently as they drive to Piper's home. Lester pokes her shoulder with a finger, leaning forward from the backseat. "You know what's the deal with the McLeans, don't you? You've been scowling at the horizon since we started driving."

"I have a vague idea," she admits. "I've seen how Caligula works when he wants people out of his way, but it's not just that. Jason and Piper... they're over."

"By that you mean...?"

"Their relationship," she continues. "I don't think I should be discussing it, but let's just say that I've known for a while that they would have difficulties at some point."

"Oh my gods," Lester leans forward, excited to have some gossip. "Their soul lights don't match!"

"I never said that!"

"Oh, but it's obviously that! You're a matchmaker, it's gotta be that!"

"Lester, shut up," she uses charmspeak.

As they step out of the car, Ara hears Leo in her head, 'Gone home to Malibu, have you, Queen Barbie?'—And she has to clench her fist to ignore the way her stomach tightens with longing.

She squints at the man wandering around the house's entrance. "Is that Piper's dad?"

"What's wrong with him?" Lester asks.

"He looks okay," Meg says, looking at them weirdly.

"No. He looks... average."

"He looks worse than average," Ara makes a face. "He looks old."

"Let's go say hi," Grover says, giving them a look. "And keep those comments in your inner voice, Ara."

Piper's dad stops when he sees her, a hint of recognition in his gaze. "I know you... You a friend of my daughter's, aren't you?"

"Yeah, they're also friends," the girl gestures at the group behind her, "we came to, uh... check on her."

He makes a face, half guilt, half anger. "Go inside, I think she's..." his eyes follow a large statue being carried out of the house. "Go ahead. Doesn't matter."

As they enter the house, Ara feels more and more uncomfortable. "No wonder Piper hates it here—feels like living in an IKEA..."

They enter the living area where Piper is sitting down in front of a fireplace, reviewing a bunch of papers that look familiar, though she can't tell from where. Ara smiles despite the heaviness surrounding them and clears her throat.

"You want me to get up again?" Piper asks without looking. "Pretty sure the fireplace is staying here."

"Well, it would be nice to see your face," she replies.

"Ara!" Her friend stands and tackles her in a hug, burying her face on her shoulder, trembling a bit. "What are you doing here?" Ara squeezes, absorbing some of her stress. Piper moves her away firmly. "None of that!" She gives her a severe look, then glances at the group. "I know you—From photos. You're Grover! Ara, what's happening? Why are you here?"

Ara is looking at the papers intently. "To handle that, actually."

"N.H. Financials," Meg's expression darkens.

"What? Who told you? Coach?" Piper looks uncomfortable. "I said I was fine—"

"We know who sent you that," Ara says. "This is Meg, daughter of Demeter, and this is Les—er, Apollo."

"Apollo?" Piper blinks.

"I'm afraid so," he bows stiffly. "Apollo, god of poetry, music, archery and many other important things, at your service, though my learner's permit reads Lester Papadopoulos."

Piper looks at Ara again, a look of disbelief in her eyes. "You said this would happen."

The girl shrugs. "I'm not happy I was right. Like I said, we know who sent those papers—we've been fighting them off for months now."

"Them?" Piper frowns. "Birdy, you're going to have to rewind."

"Ah, yes," Ara clasps her hands and steeples them under her chin. "So... Leo's back."

"LEO?" Piper hugs her again, then scoffs. "Where is he? Why isn't he with you?"

Ara makes a face. "He wanted to, but we have our hands full, so he's helping us somewhere else—and I'm trying to put some distance... Parce que je suis un peu immortel?"

"Tu est quoi?" Piper switches involuntarily. 

"Hey," Meg huffs. "No French."

"What the hell does that mean, you're immortal?" Piper frowns. "What do you mean you're distancing yourself from Leo? You've been trying to get him back for months!"

"Let's sit down, I'll explain everything," Ara says, feeling her face burn. 

"I knew it," Piper grumbles. "I knew Jason wasn't telling me..."

"Something happened between you two," Ara blurts out. "I had a vision... it didn't look nice."

A bunch of movers walk in, and Piper makes a face. "Let's talk on the terrace. We can exchange bad news." Ara hops on the railing, and Piper does the same. "If I still had my cornucopia, I'd shoot those guys with glazed hams."

Ara hums, glancing down. "What is happening here, Piper?"

The girl shakes her head. "I knew someone was behind our problems—the maze, the fires, this... When we were closing the Doors of Death, we fought a lot of villains who'd come back from the Underworld. Makes sense an evil Roman emperor would be behind Triumvirate Holdings."

"They have been around for longer than that," Ara says, "they were Luke Castellan's help during the first war, too."

"We knew there was a burning maze," Piper continues, "Gleeson and Mellie told us about that. They said the satyrs and dryads... Well, it's no secret you guys have been having a bad time with the drought and fires. Then I had some dreams. Have you had any?"

"Not demigod dreams, no," Ara sighs. "On rare occasions, I drift from consciousness and I visit people's dreams."

Piper sighs, too tired to be confused over Ara's situation. "I thought we could find the heart of this maze. I figured whoever was responsible for making our lives miserable would be there, and we could send him or her back to the Underworld."

"That was foolish," Ara says. "If it was something strong enough to mess with a bunch of different stuff simultaneously, you should've known better than to try and tackle it on your own."

"Ara, it's been a tough year," Piper says. "I suppose you know we broke up? You're a matchmaker, after all. Were our soul lights different?" She asks, and it sounds like she's been wanting to ask this.

"That's not all that matters when you're dating—"

"Ah, so they were," Piper gives her a small, ironic smile. "Should've known... Last time I saw you, you had this look in your eyes, like you didn't want to leave us alone. I thought you were anxious about Leo, but you knew we were seconds from crashing."

"I didn't know," she says defensively. "Your soul lights were only slightly different in tone, but that doesn't translate to not compatible, you know? It means trouble, disagreements, but it's not the end of things."

"Ara, it's fine," Piper says. "Hera kind of messed with our heads, made us think we shared a past we didn't share. It wasn't like you and Leo or Percy and Annabeth. We got put together and were told to make it work. We fought the war against Gaia. We spent months searching for Leo. We tried to settle into school, and the moment I actually had some time to breathe..."

A myriad of emotions surges from Piper, and Ara has a lot of trouble figuring them out. "I know you cared about each other. I'm sorry it wasn't enough."

"Things change," the girl insists. "I mean, look at you. You're immortal? That's just... crazy," Piper says, at a loss for words. "But he's fine. I'm fine. At least... I was, until this started."

Ara frowns. "You broke up before this? Then what's the problem now?" 

"You really haven't seen any of the gossip columns? The magazine covers?"

Ara gives her a plain look. "I've been eating through my human carcass, Lester is being hunted for sport, and Meg is twelve, not exactly going to scroll through social media on our free time."

Piper shows another tiny smile. "Right. Sorry. Well, Jane, my dad's former personal assistant—she was in on it. Also his financial manager. His accountant. His film agent. This company Triumvirate Holdings... They must have spent years and tens of millions of dollars to destroy everything my dad built—his credit, his assets, his reputation with the studios. All gone. 

When we hired Mellie... well, she was great. She was the first person to spot the trouble. She tried to help, but it was much too late. Now my dad is worse than broke. He's deeply in debt. He owes millions in taxes he didn't even know about. Best we can hope for is that he avoids jail time."

"I can fix it," Ara offers. "You'd get everything back, just need to ask me to help you, and it's done."

"I don't care about the stuff, Birdy. But the nice former park ranger who was our pilot is going to be out of a job. And Mellie and Gleeson had to leave. So did the house staff. Most of all... I'm worried about my dad."

Ara nods in understanding, but still has trouble getting it. "I could fix him, too."

"Well, that's just the thing," Piper says. "I don't know how much fixing his mind can take after what happened with Enceladus."

"I'm surprised your father's mind is still in one piece," Lester agrees unhelpfully.

"What will you do now?" Grover asks to distract her from the boy's sour comment.

"Our family still has property outside Tahlequah, Oklahoma—the original Cherokee allotment. End of the week, we're using our last flight in the aeroplane to go back home. This is one battle I guess your evil emperors won."

"But I can help," Ara says, slightly frustrated. "Let me help."

Piper's eyes glisten with affection. "I think it's better for my dad if we leave this place," she places a hand on Ara's shoulder, letting her feel her relief. "This industry was much too consuming for him. And me, too."

"Still, we can't let Caligula win," Lester frowns. "You're not the only demigod he's targeted." He briefly explains what happened years ago with Meg's father.

Piper slides off the railing and hugs Meg, kissing her head in a sisterly manner. "I'm so sorry."

Meg hugs her back, and it triggers a dusty and abandoned gear in Ara's brain. Heart, she says to herself. She's so used to working in a single track that she forgot people sometimes just need a hug and a few words of comfort—Gods, it's all fuzzy in her head.

When Meg steps back, red-eyed and runny nose, she mumbles. "Thanks." Then, she goes to Ara. There, she pats the younger girl's head in soft circles while Piper continues.

"How long has Caligula been messing with demigods' lives?"

"Several thousand years. He and the other two emperors did not go back through the Doors of Death. They never really left the world of the living. They are basically minor gods. They've had millennia to build their secret empire, Triumvirate Holdings."

"So why us? Why now?"

"In your case, I can only guess Caligula wants you out of the way. If you are distracted by your father's problems, you are no threat, especially if you're in Oklahoma, far from Caligula's territory. As for Meg and her dad... I don't know. He was involved in some sort of work Caligula found threatening."

"Something that would've helped the dryads," Grover says. "It had to be, based on where he was working, those greenhouses. Caligula ruined a man of nature."

"And you?" Piper looks at Ara. "The fact that you've put distance between you and Leo... they're after you, aren't they?"

Ara wrinkles her nose. "They're trying to take Apollo's place, and since I hold all the power he has not, we think they might be trying to, uh... comment dit-on... consume my essence." 

"And they've imprisoned the Oracle of Erythraea," Lester nods. "As a trap. For the both of us."

"And we find ourselves forced to walk into it. We need the prophecy in order to move forward," Ara adds.

"Ah," Piper goes straight to business. "That's why you're here. Let me get my weapons, we'll go for a ride."

"Don't judge," Piper mutters as she walks out of her old room.

Ara whistles approvingly. "Where did you get those?"

"A blowpipe!" Lester exclaims happily. "I love blowpipes!"

"Are blowpipes Greeky?" Meg asks.

"No, they're not Greeky. But they are Cherokee-y. My Grandpa Tom made this one for me a long time ago. He was always trying to get me to practise."

"Blowpipes are really difficult to use. My Uncle Ferdinand had one. How good are you?" Grover questions.

"Not the best. Nowhere near as good as my cousin in Tahlequah; she's a tribal champion. But I've been practising. Last time Jason and I were in the maze these came in handy. You'll see."

Ara hums, eyeing the artefact. "Well, if you already used it once and it worked, then you will be better now."

Piper laughs, which Ara finds a bit confusing since she wasn't joking. "I'd missed you, Birdy."

"The dagger," Grover looks at it reluctantly. "Is that really—?"

"Katoptris. Belonged to Ara's original self, if my memory serves right?" Piper winks playfully. Ara scrunches her nose.

"You have Helen of Troy's dagger? Where did you find it?" Lester's mouth falls open.

"In a shed at camp."

"And you're cool with that?" The boy looks at Ara demandingly.

"The dagger isn't mine," she frowns. "I'm not Helen of Troy—haven't been for centuries." She senses his frustration and outrage, and she rolls her eyes. "It's just a dagger. Better to use it and give it a new life than to cower before it."

"Does the blade still show visions?" Lester asks, skillfully ignoring another of Ara's wise moments.

"You know about that, huh?" Piper makes a face. "The visions stopped last summer. That wouldn't have anything to do with you getting kicked out of Olympus, would it, Mr God of Prophecy?"

"Most things are his fault." Meg nods.

"Hey!"

"Er, moving right along, Piper, where exactly are you taking us? If all your cars have been repossessed, I'm afraid we're stuck with Coach Hedge's Pinto."

Piper and Ara share a silent conversation, the younger girl shrugs and Piper smiles. "I think we can do better than that. Follow me."

As they walk out of the home, they run into Piper's dad one more time. "Going out?" He asks.

"Just for a while—I'll be back tonight. Don't let them take the sleeping bags, okay? You and I can camp out on the terrace. It'll be fun."

"All right." He touches her shoulder, eyes wandering to Ara as if a distant part of him can still remember her. "Good luck... studying?"

"Yep. Studying." Piper gestures at the group to keep walking.

As they move, she sighs and speaks to Ara under her breath. "I think he recognizes you. When he sees you in pictures, or just now... you had mom's spirit, remember?"

Ara examines her hand, thinking that in her current state, she looks more like her mother than ever. "Do you think I still look like myself?"

Ara is slightly taller than Piper now, and her friend makes a frame with her fingers. "To me, you look like Ara Jackson has always looked. But ever since I met you, you've been in constant change. I'm really not the person to ask anyway, Birdy, I'm going through my own identity crisis."

"Maybe I'm asking you because I'm too afraid to ask my old friendships," Ara admits.

Her sister drapes an arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple. "Have you asked Leo?"

Ara rolls her eyes. "Please."

Piper smirks. "So why worry?"

"Unconditional affection is cool and everything, but what happens after I become something else? Are you loving me because you're used to it, or is there something in me still worth loving?"

"There is always something to love," the girl eases her, but she doesn't sound entirely convinced. Then she spots her target. "Come, you're going to love this. Mr Bedrossian!"

The old man gives a start and looks at the teen anxiously. "P-Piper. What do you—?"

"I would love to borrow the Escalade, thank you!"

"Uh, actually, this isn't—"

"This isn't a problem? And you'd be delighted to lend it to me for the day? Fantastic!"

The man tenses but speaks through his distress. "Yes. Of course."

"Keys, please?" Piper stretches out her hand, and the man hands over the keychain, then runs back into his house.

Ara laughs and pats her on the back. "That was good! Isn't it fun to watch them squirm?"

"Very," Piper admits.

"Do you borrow Mr Bedrossian's car a lot?" Lester asks sort of disapprovingly.

"He's been an awful neighbour. He also has a dozen other cars. Believe me, we're not causing him any hardship. Besides, I usually bring back what I borrow. Usually. Shall we go? Apollo, you can drive."

"I figured he was a creep," Ara hums, already walking towards the car. "Piper is a better person than I ever was; she actually thinks before using Charmspeak."

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[losergender]

every time it rains (you're here in my head) . . . solangelo , hurt/comfort , disabled nico , healing

🖇 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55823173

summary :

“Nico?” Will spotted him before he had come up with a strategy. “I thought you were sleeping in.” “Eh.” He said instead. “Is anything wrong? You look like you’ve been…” If he was going to say “crying,” which he figured he probably was, Nico didn’t want to hear it. He grimaced, not really fond of Will’s younger siblings hearing about him showing any kind of vulnerability. Will noticed the face he made and didn’t add anything else. “Want me to go check on you? Maybe it’s… Fever?” Apollo children were terrible at lying, but Nico found it cute, at least on Will. “Please, come.” He’d placed the call with the idea of asking him to go with him without sounding desperate, but he couldn’t really help the “please” escaping him.

Or . . . when Nico asks Will to be with him through a flare-up.

[kajilychnis]

I had a weird idea + headcanons + Arcane Order AU Fanfiction (?)

What if the members of the Arcane Order didn't want to wipe out humanity ? What if they lived a bit like humans ? Is this a fanfiction idea ?

I don't know why I asked myself this question while I was taking a shower, but in any case I looked like a crazy woman giggling in my bath. First of all I want to say that Bellroc and Skrael, in this alternate universe, although they do not seek to annihilate humans, they remain quite skeptical and distrustful of humans. Nari tries to change their minds by always giving them a new reason every day. Skrael is quite wary of humans, but he recognizes that humans have created good things, even if things for him are more black than white.

Skrael is a bit of a nerd of the trio, he spends his time reading books created all over the world and he is often on his computer. I don't know what came over me to imagine Skrael with a headset with cyan blue neon lights and cat ears.

The trios observe the humans from afar, in general they rarely communicate with humans and Bellroc warns them to have as little contact with them as possible even if Nari does not respect this instruction so much.

Nari is the gardener of the trio, not very surprising actually. She works as a florist in secret, behind Bellroc and Skrael's back, of course Skrael is not as gullible as Bellroc and he quickly understood that Nari was doing something behind them. Of course, Skrael is not a charitable soul, he keeps Nari's secret in exchange for some materials that he needs.

Bellroc spends their time hanging out in the castle or outside in nature in general, they are imperative on this, they does not want to be exploited by the human way of life. Although sometimes they let themselves be convinced by Nari and Skrael to watch a movie on TV in the evening. They really are the boomer of the group, Skrael likes to tease him about it, even if Bellroc doesn't understand what it means to be a "boomer".

If Bellroc is so adamant about trusting humans, it's because they knows humans very well. Their past, which comes from a very distant time and era, is loaded with traumas and regrets. This is why Bellroc remains very adamant about humans.

Anyway, I know I'm swamped with college and I still won't be able to write and draw my story/manga so instead I figured a fanfiction would take less time. So what about this ?

[albentelisa]

Hello !! Sorry if I sending this ask again and being repetitive !! It's just in case if tumblr ate the previous one ( that happened to me before )

So in cannon I dont think there's any reason that explains why barbara has such a hard time cooking, she just does

Though I was thinking about your au. And I realized that barverra does has a reason why she's bad at cooking !! Human culinary stuff at least

I know it's silly, but I thought it would be hilarious if after all the trouble, miscomunication and then reconciliation bewtween jim and his mom

After all that, jim just had that realization and barverra it's just like " of all the questions you choose this ? " but she's still smiling none-the-less ;D

Oh, hi again 🥰 It actually seems that there was some glitch as I haven't seen your previous ask, only this one.

It's a funny scenario, for sure, and I feel that Jim isn't the only one who will think about it (Strickler, for example, can possibly wonder about it too). And Barbara is also convinced it's her reason to suck at human cooking.

Until Jim brings a troll cooking book from the Trollmarket - and Barbara decides to try cooking some troll food. It turns out that she's even worse at it, so no one dares to bring it out again.

Meanwhile, to add to the injury, a certain troll character aces at bakery, lol

[heavenlyraindrops]

does the tales of Arcadia fandom still exist and if so would you read my fanfic ion wanna post it if it isn’t gonna get no reads

[annabelle-creart]

Thank God I left the braces

Au: Something's wrong in this universe

Fandom: Tales of Arcadia

Warnings: none

Notes: none

Ao3 link

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Nanny and Toby walked out of Jim's house, Toby was also sad as Jim, James Sr. was a good man, he even taught Toby how to ride in bike with Jim, and always cook for them, his food was as good as Nanny's food, he was like a dad

Not like his "dad"

"Nanny" Toby murmured to his grandma "why do the good people die first?"

That's a question no parent knows how to reply, and she still didn't had the heart to think of an answer

"Jim's dad was good, and nice, and he loved Jim, but mine is always out and never cares for me!"

"That's not true"

"It is!" Toby replied at the edge of tears "my dad is not good and he's still out there, and Jim's dad is not here anymore! That's not fair!"

Nanny didn't know what to say, but knew what to do, she offered her arms and Toby got himself on them, receiving a big hug from her, her hugs were the best

"Toby" she finally said "sometimes life is not fair. But you know what?" She took Toby's face with care for him to look at her "what matters the most is what we do with the unfairness of the world, you helped Jim, and that means you like him too, right?"

"Yeah"

"See? Don't let the others bad choices make you a bad person, because I know you have a big, big heart, Toby-pie" Nanny caressed Toby's hair and he hugged her tighter "I love you, and I'll never leave you"

***

Toby felt kind of dizzy, he felt something hit him in the back of the neck before but can't relate what, it was dark, but he was at Jim's house, tied up, smelling of grass- did his fave shirt got dirty? C'mon! He would be more worried about that if two weird shadows weren't talking (or yelling?) to each other in a strange language, it sounded like a weird combination of german and eslavic? Maybe? He didn't know much of languages

One of the most prominent voices was the most feminine one but grave still,Toby supposed it was a woman but her height was too tall to be a normal one, she was barely the height to fit inside the house and- her eyes shined? Two separated circles, one inside another of brilliant purple in black

Another shadow, of smaller height and brilliant yellow sclera yelled with the same anger, yet, both talked enough low to not to be heard outside, a bigger shadow, as big as the woman but of bigger arms separated both and said something, more calmed, maybe trying to ease the problem between them, Toby scanned the place, silent, trying to see what he could, and at his side... it was the only one who showed hints of light from outside, crystal on his back and big horns that reflected the bits of light from the street

Toby gave a drowned scream, which was clearly heard by all the present shadows in the room

"Great" Toby heard, the only thing he understood

The biggest shadow started to glow, forming lines of pure blue light, same its eyes, but these were brilliant green,the light revealed the ram-like big horns and curly hair of the woman, and the bluish skin of the shorter shadow, the one at Toby's side stepped back when Toby finished his weird sound

"WHAT THE-" Toby tried to scream out loud, but the one at his side took his mouth to shut him up, it surprised Toby how hard its skin was, and how warm it felt too

The woman had both hands at the sides of her head, which Toby supposed were the ears, but uncovered them when Toby was shut, she said something and then started talking English

"Okay, little man, I'll need you to slow down, can you? We don't want to hurt you" Really? The more she stepped in Toby's direction, the more scared Toby was of her very round eyes, it was scary as hell, Toby tried to stand his face back, which the woman replied by stepping back "this was easier before"

"This is not a whelp, Ngora, what did you expect?" The blue guy yelled at... Ngora?

"By Boraz the Bold I will squeeze your eyes!" Ngora yelled back at him, it seems those two had a lot of beef

"Try it!" Oh, that definitely always made things worse. Before Ngora could do another step, the glowing one got in the middle of them, separating them with one hand each one

"Stop that!" Toby assumed it was a male by its big, imposing voice "we're on a mission, did you forget?" He stepped forward "Draal, let him go"

"The human will scream" the one aside Toby protested

"Let him go" the glowing one repeated, Draal made a huff-like sound and left Toby's mouth "look, little one, right now we're worried and in a hurry" he talked, very much calm than the other ones "you took a glowing amulet this morning at the waterway, right? We need it, where is it?"

"TOBY?!" Jim shout, not sure what was happening and very much scared as usual (if not more), also tied up "WHAT'S-" Draal didn't waste any time and also covered Jim's mouth

"You're not serious"

"They're humans, Aarghamount, what did you think they would do?” Draal reclaimed

"No No No, Jim, stop!" Toby asked Jim, and he stopped "they- only want to talk" Toby said, Jim looked at him like if he was crazy "they're searching for something... why do you want it?" Toby then connected that maybe they were dangerous and shouldn't give them the glowing gem

"It's a very old artifact, and it's ours-"

"Mine" Draal interrupted the glowing one… Aarghamount it said?

"It haven't chose anyone yet" Arghamount replied to Draal's protest

"Wait, choose?" Toby asked, the surprise was taking the best of him, but he couldn't let that happen "first things first, who are you?"

"My name is Aarghamount, but you can call me Aargy" Aargy (forgive the redundancy) said "that's Draal" he pointed the troll that kept Jim silent "and they are Ngora" he pointed then to the woman with the big horns "and Blinkous" he then showed the blue, short one, Toby also noticed that one had six eyes "and we're trolls" Wait, trolls? Like the ones Jim reads about? "We came for the amulet, but don't worry, once we have it back, we'll go away and make like any of this ever happened"

Toby thought about it better, not sure what to reply, and well, what else could they do? Jim and he were tied up and they were kind, as much as they appeared, they just wanted the amulet and they will go... yeah, pretty simple

"It is in my bag" Toby replied, calm, but still dubious in certain point "it is the orange one with the pins, at the couch" Toby pointed with his head, Aargy smiled him back with kindness

"Thank you" He and Blinky walked to get it, but Ngora stopped Aargy, letting Blinky go alone for the bag, mostly because Aargy was already struggling walking normally inside the house, when Blinky showed the rest the amulet, Draal let go of Jim as he walked through to get the amulet, walking and not running because the house was too tiny for it

Then, a cool breeze entered through the backdoor

"Wasn't that door closed?" Draal asked to himself "Ngora?"

"You closed it, and I didn't open it again" It wasn't the best of ideas, but Ngora turned on the light switch

A big creature stood there, of black stone and brilliant orange eyes, holding two swords, well, like swords, for Toby, it looked like machetes made of glowing gemstone, it was as big as Aargy but all the fur was behind the horns. Aargy, stood a step back and used his arms as support, Blinky used his four arms (it has four?!) to protect the amulet and Draal placed himself aside Aargy, Ngora turned the light switch and turned it on again, and repeated that four times more at the speed of two seconds, Toby could notice how the bigger troll (the new one) blinked many times because of this, Aargy and Draal did the same

But also at the speed of a second, the bigger one pointed his machetes to Ngora. She stepped back quickly, Aargy and Draal attacked the new troll with no repair as Ngora ran to Toby and Jim and from her waist, she unsheathe a dagger

"The moment you're free, you will run as fast as you can and will NOT look back" Ngora said quickly, simply, with no other phrase and cut the rope they used to tie the boys, she took them by the shoulders and launch them through the window, she followed behind "RUN!" she shouted, the two kids passed the fence and started to run, not screaming to keep air and then to the street, but stopped the moment they saw a pale, tall and thin being blocking Blinky's way, they were pretty sure Blinky insulted the thing because it ran towards it, but Ngora smashed it from the side with her horns, Blinky continued his way while Ngora held her dagger steady and had defense position

Toby took Jim by the arm and ran, both ran as fast and as much as they could, evading the street but not getting too much into the forest, they could barely see anything, it was too dark, but when they couldn't hear the fight and only heard their own tired breaths, they slowed down the pace, Toby fell to the ground and Jim on his knees to catch air, both knew what the other would say, so they evaded the typical "what was that?!" or "I don't know!"

They stayed there for a while, thinking everything was right, and even if they wanted to say something, they were too tired to say it. The moon was high, it was probably midnight, a little bit bigger than usual, full moon

Toby had to admit, he never felt this adrenaline, not even when his parents invited him to a music fest in Florida, today was a day to be told, but trolls? Nobody would believe them! What should he say to Darcy? Or Nanny? Should he say something about this? His head was starting to hurt

"Hey, Jim-"

Like a wave, Draal fell on their side, Toby recognized him by his spikes, he got up quickly, same did the teens

"You?!" Draal noticed, he had the amulet on his hand, but it didn't glow as before

Another voice called for Draal, Toby knew that because he reacted, and reacted with a growl, Draal cleaned his big nose with his wrist and rolled like is he was Sonic the hedgehog, but he was sent back like if he was a football ball (not the american one, the soccer one)

Jim dragged himself back with Toby, both seeing the fight, hide behind the trees before starting to run

"Ngor!" Toby heard from behind, from an unknown voice, accompanied with something else he didn't understand, he thought it was calling Ngora, but instead the other pale one appeared and took both teens by the neck of their shirts

"Where are you two going, fleshbags?" It looked at them with a vicious smile

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Jim screamed in fear

"I'm the last thing you'll see today" the pale one raised Jim a bit more because he was taller than Toby, even if he didn't see his face directly, Toby knew he was smiling at Jim, he knew it by Jim's terror face, Toby tried to kick in the air, but his legs were too short to reach the guy

Oh, God, Toby didn't want to die, there were so many things he wanted to do! He always wanted to go with Darcy to Coachella, and eat that Maximum Devil Burrito, and he was already saving to invite Jim to have his first vespa ride for his birthday, and also see the epic conclusion of his favorite heroes’ movie on release day!

Well, if they found his dead body, he just hoped his parents would regret not being there for him, and he hoped they would take care of Nanny, she was an old lady and needed her daughter! And overall, Thank God he left the braces, how horrible would it be if he had them still on his teeth in his funeral!

And overall, he regretted never asking Jim to return him his game boy, he missed that thing!

Then, a miracle

Like a shooting star, a blue, glowing thing flied on Jim's chest, making the pale one's hand to burn, it let go of Toby, as he dragged back on the floor, to see Jim glowing around as brilliant, silver and blue metal formed around his body

He fell gracefully to the ground, like a superhero, no, he LOOKED like a superhero, and everyone also looked at him like a superhero, the pale one stepped back enough for Toby to see he was surprised as fuck, Toby saw far, and both Draal and the other being were like they never saw anything like that in their lives

And for a moment, everything was whimsical, magical, like those stories Jim reads all the time...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And then Jim fucked up the moment the second he started to scream

[wicked-by-nature--au]

Bular's hatching day

The second fanfic test draft finally done! :D

This one was a bit harder to write than the last one was, but I managed to pull through.

There's also few little doodles in there! ;)

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“30 years....”

Three decades since Gunmar sacrificed a piece of his own flesh to create a new life. The side where the chunk of the living stone was carved out has been healing over the years, leaving behind a dent, a scar as a bittersweet reminder of his young foolishness.

The birthstone, a beautiful glowing orange rock, resembling a little home-made Heartstone that formed from a mere piece of his flank. The stone grew and formed into the full-formed birthstone within the first year or so, and since then, it has housed the developing troll fetus for the rest of the years, which should hatch any moment now.

He wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Orlagk had informed and taught him the basics of taking care of a whelp, but the thought of such big responsibilities still stressed him out. The anxious wait for the whelp to emerge from its stone, he had kept track of every passing day and week.

And the whelp's feeding especially freaked him out. The nausea was uncomfortable, and his stomach felt like it was doing twists and flips after eating anything. Orlagk said it will get better with time, that the violent puking will ease, and soon feel like just smoothly spitting out the mush for the whelp... But that hardly reassured him.

•••

Gunmar was restlessly pacing around in his own lair, he hadn't really slept in the past few days, nor left his chambers even to nourish himself, and was basically running on fumes by now. He could sense that the whelp was soon to hatch, and he wanted to stay close to the birthstone at all times.

The only sounds that can be heard in the dark room are his breaths and grunts, and the thuds his hooves create against the stone floor.

After some time, he stopped his pacing and just stood there, letting out a deep sigh. He ran his hand through his thick mane, which still had some remnants of the overgrowth and puffiness from the nesting. He sighed and contemplated things, his mind was a fuzz and all over the place, the last few days had taken a toll on him mentally.

He let out a distressed huff, grasping a tuft of fur between his claws, before ripping the said tuft out. He knew this was a bad habit of his, but right now he couldn't really care less, there was still so much excess fur that it wouldn't make any difference if some of it went missing.

Gunmar shook his head slightly and turned around, glancing at the nest, made out of his fur and other soft materials, his gaze locked on the precious birthstone, snuggled into its nest. He studied it for a bit before he took a deep breath and approached the nest.

He crouched down on all fours and lay down on the soft fur pelts, close to the birthstone. As the days passed and the hatching day drew closer, the fear that the whelp might not come out of the stone had been swirling in Gunmar's mind, even though he knew that the little one was okay, he could sense its life force through the bond and connection that parent trolls have with their birthstones.

“Come on now....” He sighed quietly and let out a small grumble. He lay his head down next to the orange glowing crystal, slowly closing his eyes. The restless waiting had exhausted him, and the sleepiness was catching up to him by now.

And not too long after, he could feel himself drift into a light and dreamless sleep...

...

A few hours pass by, and Gunmar begins to stir awake from his rest as he feels a faint warmth close to his face. But his eyes shot open once he heard a small "crack"-

Gunmar quickly lifted his head and rose into a sitting position, looming over the birthstone and intently looking at it. Is the thing he has been waiting for so long finally happening?

The birthstone glowed brightly and radiated a subtle warmth. But most importantly, it was crackling open, shafts of bright light shining through the cracks.

Gunmar could feel the tingling of excitement bubbling inside him. He let out small, soft gasps as the stone cracked. Bright light shone as the birthstone finally popped open, which made the now lethargic father close his light-sensitive eyes.

Gunmar grunted and opened his eyes again, to finally look at his newborn offspring, which he had been waiting restlessly to see-

Amongst the shards and chunks of the dimmed birthstone, there was a small, dark, round, and fluffy little blob, wiggling slightly and making tiny mewls. Its dark fluff was damp from the mucus that was inside the birthstone.

Gunmar's face softened into a vulnerable expression, and he could feel his throat tightening. He carefully picked up the little whelp, holding it gently, like it were a fragile little porcelain doll.

It was fascinating how different troll young could be. Some whelps are almost right away walking and waddling after popping out of their birthstone, but this one wasn't, it was completely helpless and dependent on its parent. Some immediately open their eyes after birth, but this one didn't. And that made the Skullcrusher's parental instincts flare up.

The whelp bore a strong resemblance to its parent, being an almost perfect little copy of him. He was now holding his own blood and flesh, something good that he had made.

His breathing became hitched as he couldn't hold it back anymore, and he broke down in tears. He let out a soft whimper himself and pressed his snout against the whelp's slightly damp fuzz, the whelp letting out small mewls and meeps, and he whispered, “Welcome to this wretched world, little one...”

This was a vulnerable and intimate moment for him, a moment of pure happiness and immense pride. He swallowed the lump in his throat and lifted his head as he felt something nibble on his claw-

The whelp was munching on his finger, which made Gunmar crack a small warm grin. The little one was apparently rather hungry, REALLY hungry. It amused him that the whelp didn't whimper or cry for long, but rather, it was more focused on getting something to munch on.

Gunmar huffed softly and pressed his snout against the whelp again in an affectionate manner. “..Bular...” He named him. The word meant "glut" in trollish, which he thought would be quite fitting for the little glutton.

He then gathered himself and stood up. He looked down at the nest and decided that he would clean it tomorrow of the birthstone chunks and move the nesting material to his bed, not that the bed wasn't padded and nested already...

Gunmar sighed again, but this time out of relief. He looked up from the whelp and headed towards his bed, crawling into the comfortable closed space, there he felt private and safe with his baby. He laid the newborn whelp onto the soft and warm animal pelts, which let out small confused mewls. He lay down himself as well, creating a protective barrier for the little one, which seemed to calm it down.

Gunmar let out a soft chuff and leaned his head close to the whelp, and began to lick it clean of the birthstone's mucus. The whelp whimpered quietly as it felt its father's slightly rough tongue run over its face, horns, and fur.

Gunmar hummed softly, attempting to calm the little one. He continued to clean his whelp, feeling a strong urge to nurse and protect his child.

Little does he know that the small flyffy bean will one day grow into a strong and fearsome warrior, a vicious dark Prince... a great, great Son.

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Alright, what did you think?

My second time writing something. Was this better or worse than the last time?

I personally have a bit of mixed feelings about this one. It was harder to make since it doesn't really have dialogue, and I feel like I had to shove in too much info because there aren't actual previous chapters to tell those things.

I'm also doing this again-

And once again, do you have any tips for improving my writing and storytelling?

But regardless, I hope you enjoyed!

- HuttuHarakka

[arisketchart]

Semea -daughter of the sun

the wedding picture of Lit and Apollo from my fan fiction about my OC child on AO3

summery:

What happens if Apollo did end up with Lityerses and if they wanted to get married? Answer is: MORTAL PUNISHMENT, well at least in the eyes of Apollos father Zeus. But that is not the real issue. And an unhappy grandfather is the last problem on her yearly bucket list. Semea is 14 when her parents get abducted and leave no trace behind. And if that weren't enough, when suddenly a girl in silver with deers and wolfes ends up infront of her door, her life turns upside down.

Her quest? Simple. Return order and pease to OLYMPUS and find her parents!

post TOA story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63663919/chapters/163192900

[skysiren41]

Years ago around 2019 to early 2020, I came up with this AU idea of Tronos having a kid that he had to raise while being a bounty hunter. I mainly created it cause I wasn't the biggest fan of how the series handled Tronos, specifically the wasted potential he had. During 2021 I even wrote a short story back when I used Amino. I've always wanted to rewrite it and see what others would think about the idea. So that's what I did and it came out longer than I expected

I wanna give a massive shout out to @acamaryseinteery for helping me with this story and just really being supportive on this au idea. She's actually writing her own fanfiction about HTTYD (specifically Eret) so make sure you give her work a read and show your support

Another day of bounty hunting, another's blood stained his claws and armor. Tronos stumbled his way towards his ship as he held his side, hissing in pain occasionally as he tried to keep pressure on his wound. He had gotten used to how violent the job could get, but he still didn't expect his target to have a hidden knife on him, pulling it out and striking him in the side before he could finish him and collect him as his bounty

He finally made it to his ship, pressing a button to slowly open the cargo ramp. He made it a few steps before he fell to his knees as another sharp pain surged through his side. 'Shit' He thought, trying to grip onto the wall to help hoist himself up. 'That bastard knew where to strike'. Slowly, he made his way through the metal corridor of the ship and towards his room, only stopping when he made it to where he kept his medkit. As he removed his hand from his wound and reached for it, he could see just how much blood there was. His blood

Finally, he made it to his room, almost stumbling over his bed. His room wasn't anything fancy, just a simple bed, desk, spot to keep his armor safe when it wasn't being used, and extra storage. Carefully he sat on the edge of his bed, trying to steady his breathing and force himself to stay awake as he opened the medkit and looked for anything that could help with the wound

After what felt like forever he finally found what he needed. Antiseptic, a cloth, bandages, a needle and thread. Carefully he started to take off his armor, first the helmet, then his chest plate. With that gone he could see just how nasty the wound is. It was deep but thankfully it looked like it stopped bleeding for a while. Now for the worst part, he took the antiseptic, opened the bottle with his teeth, and carefully poured some of it onto the cloth. Once it was damp he held it over the wound, trying to build up the courage. Even after all these years, he was still a wuss when it came to this, he could almost hear Kaia still teasing him whenever she had to help him with his injuries...

Taking a deep breath, he counted down. 'One....two....three!" On three he pressed the cloth against his wound, and almost instantly he felt the stinging of the antiseptic. A scream of pain left his mouth, but he quickly put his hand over it to muffle the sound. Shit, was he too loud? What if she heard it? He didn't want her to see him like this. He tried to breathe through the pain as the stinging eventually stopped. After a few minutes, he carefully pulled the cloth away, seeing some excess blood on it

Now that the worst part was over, he tried to thread the needle for the stitches, though he was struggling to get the thread through the eye of it. How did Kaia make it look so easy? Finally, when he was able to do so, he began stitching his wound, trying to silence his grunts

By the third stitch, he heard something outside the door. The sound of lightning crackling and something scratching the floor made him sit up alert. His chest glowed as lightning sparked in his mouth, he swore if some bastard had managed to break into his ship he would fry them to a-

"Papa?" Spoke suddenly a small curious voice coming from behind the other room. As soon as Tronos heard the voice he immediately stopped his lightning. He carefully stood up, holding his side as he walked to the door and slowly opened it

Behind the door was looking up at him a pair of curious yellow reptile eyes on a small and adorable olive Voltarian whelp. His daughter Nixa tilted her head curious "Papa, are you okay?"

Seeing her he tried to hide the pain on his face, doing his best to smile as he knelt to her level. "There's my little sparkling, did I wake you up?" She nodded and then reached out to him with a grabby motion, wanting him to lift her so she could hug him. Still keeping a hand over his wound, he used his other arm to pull her into a loving and gentle hug. "Sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you up" He whispered softly

She nuzzled him and looked at him "Papa, I'm hungry...." As soon as he heard that he could feel his heart ache. "Alright, I just need to change Nixa. But as soon as I'm done we'll get something to eat. Okay?" "Okay...." He could hear her tummy growl hungrily, making her whine. They didn't have a lot of food these days. Watching Nixa run off, he sighed as he went back to stitching up his wound

Yes, Tronos Madu had a child, and she was his sun, moon, and stars. To his kind becoming a bounty hunter was not the most desirable job, some even considered it dishonorable, but it was the only job he could get that paid well for them both and by this point, he didn't care what others thought. Every dime he made was put towards giving his daughter the best life he could give her, and on the days he couldn't afford food he would spend hours hunting her the best meat he could find, sometimes he would go days without eating if it meant Nixa could get a good meal. He never really was close to his family, he hasn't contacted them since Voltar fell and he knew his father would give him hell if he found out his firstborn was using the Madu name as a bounty hunter, so he was on his own

About nearly an hour later Nixa watched her father look through the pantry, willing to eat anything at this point. Tronos was trying to find anything he could use to make something to eat for them both, but all he could find was some lightning potatoes, clatter jaw meat, and other vegetables. "Well, good thing I got paid today, we'll have to go shopping tomorrow" Tronos muttered as he checked if the meat was still fresh

"Papa? Can we go eat outside? We didn't go out together in ever...." Nixa's voice piped up, she had managed to sneak up and climb up his back, letting her rest on his shoulders as she watched. Tronos couldn't help but smile when she did. "Of course, sorry we haven't been able to do it for a while, it's just I've been busy with my work, but I promise that we can eat outside and watch the stars. Does that sound good?" Tronos offered as he got ready to chop the vegetables

"Okay, papa." She looked at the veggies and tilted her head "What are you making?" She asked curious, resting her head on top of his head. "It's something my mother used to make for me and my brothers when we didn't have much, she would cook the meat in this special sauce with the vegetables, boil and mash the potatoes, then she would put it all in a pot with the meat on the bottom and the potatoes on top before she cooked it till it was crispy on top" He explained as he chopped the potatoes first

"Sounds like a long process....." She grumbled as she hugged her growling belly. "Trust me, when I was your age the wait was excruciating, but I promise that it will be worth the wait." He tried to reassure her as he briefly nuzzled her cheek. "Okay….." She then climbed down his back and hugged her plushie toys that she had left on the floor. Her mom made her for her but she never had a chance to meet her. But at least she had her dad

He felt his heart ache a little seeing her hug the plushie toys and tried to distract himself with cooking, but his mind couldn't help but remind him what happened

5 years ago when Nixa was just an egg Tronos lost his mate and the spark of his core Kaia. That day it was just meant to be a simple scouting mission, but their home and village were ambushed by rogue Voltarians from the western tribe. As they tried to defend their home and put out the fires caused by their lightning, Kaia had raced home to protect their egg when she noticed her and Tronos's home was one of the many burning huts. Just as she had reached the egg she had been attacked by one of the rogue Voltarians, and in the scuffle managed to stab her in her core. Tronos soon caught up and seeing his mate on the floor, sent him into a fit of rage, and ended up killing the rogue with his bare hands. But it was too late, Kaia had soon died in his arms, leaving him to raise their child alone. He shouldn't have let her go alone. He should've followed her and maybe she would still be here. If he had been fast enough-

"........-Papa!" His daughter's voice finally got through him to be heard. Tronos finally got out of his train of thought as he shook his head and looked at Nixa. "Huh? S-Sorry sweetheart, I just got distracted." He tried to reassure her

"Can I help you? I am bored..." Nixa asked as she looked up at him. "Well, you wanna help cut the other vegetables? I can teach you the way my mother taught me." Tronos offered. She nodded eagerly and leaped over, landing on the kitchen counter

Chuckling, Tronos begun to show her how to chop the vegetables while he made sure she didn't accidentally hurt herself. "So, what did my little sparkling get up to while I was gone?"

"I was reading the planet logs on your data pad and I made your guns scary" Nixa explained as she tried to copy her dad. "Scary? Guns?" It took him a moment to realise what she ment, but when he did she gave her a stern expression. "Nixa. You know you shouldn't be playing with my weapons"

"I wasn't! I just drew on them" Nixa replied, not fully realizing what was wrong with trying to make her fathers wepons pretty. "That's still playing with them, you could've hurt yourself. They're not toys." He tried to explain to her. "Where did you put them?" Nixa grumbled and looked down before she replied. "In your bed."

He nodded before putting the knife down. "I'll be right back. Don't touch anything while I'm gone" He told her sternly before we walked to his room. She huffed and waited

When he made it to his room he saw his guns on the ground, and yep they didn't look scary anymore with the bright paint and stickers. Guess he didn't notice when he was trying not to bleed out. As he picked them up he stared at them for a good minute, this was one of the last weapons Kaia had made before...that's when he noticed on one of the guns he could see a drawing of him and Nixa in a heart, holding hands and smiling

Seeing that Tronos knew he didn't have the heart to clean them. Knowing his wife, she would've been laughing at the idea of their daughter trying to make the guns less scary, she properly would've encouraged Nixa for ideas on how to make the weapons she used to make look more appealing. In Kaia's mind, as long as the weapon or armor worked, she didn't care how it looked. He carefully put the guns back on the holders before walking back to the kitchen

After he came back he could see his daughter trying to stack the chopped veggies on top of each other like with blocks. "Nixa what in the name of Voltar are you doing?" Tronos asked as he was crossing his arms, though his amusement was clear on his face

"Potato tower" she responded innocently as she added another potato to her growing tower. He couldn't help but chuckle at her response before grabbing a pot from the pantry and filling it with water. "Well, you mind knocking that potato tower into the pot for me?"

She nods and began to disassemble the towerd, putting the chopped potatoes into the water. While the potatoes were boiling Tronos got to work on the meat, letting Nixa help season it, and add the other vegetablesand sauce. When the meat was fully cooked and the potatoes were mashed, he put it all in one pot and soon enough it was done

Nixa was pacing around her dad excited, eager to finally eat the deliciously smelling food. Her pellet were hyped because she has been secretly tasting the meat as an appetizers. "Easy there sparkling, it's gonna be hot, and you don't want me to drop it." He laughed as he begun plating the food, giving her the first dibs. "There, dinner is served"

"Finally!" She sat down excited and began to blow on the food so she can eat. "Remember, eat it slowly, you don't wanna end up sick like last time" Tronos plated his food and sat down beside her, watching to see her reaction. "But you got sick too from that food. That condiment was spoiled"

"Don't remind me, I couldn't even look at food without throwing up for days" He joked. She giggled at this and began to eat, making a pleased sound. "You like it? Was it worth the wait?" He smiled at her reaction "Yep!" She smiled as she happily went back to eating. "Well that's all that matters." With that he finally begun to eat with her, not realizing just how hungry he truely was

After dinner Tronos was just finishing up washing the plates, letting Nixa climb up his back. "Can I have cookies?" She asked innocently as she finally made it to his head. "Cookies? Nixa don't you think it's a little late to be having them?" He muttered as he put the plates down to dry. "Please please pleaseee!" She begged as she hugged his face. He tried to stay firm but as soon as he saw the puppy dog eyes he couldn't help but crack, he let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, but just one"

"Yaay!" With that Nixa quickly took one of the cookies they had from the pantry as Tronos watched with a smile. "You still wanna go outside and watch the stars? You can eat your cookie while we do" He asked amused. She nodded softly as she munched on the cookie. He kneeled down and took her into his arms, wincing as little as even with the stitches he was still sore, before heading outside. "It looks like it's gonna be a clear night, so we should see plenty of stars."

Once they found a good spot they sat down and stargazed. Nixa listened to her father telling her about different planets, stars, and where he's been. "-and that red spot right there." He said as he pointed to one of the stars. "That's where Voltar is." Nixa looked at the start for a moment before she asked. "Will I get to see Voltar someday?" Tronos paused when he heard that, trying to figure out what to reply with. "I....It's still not safe at the moment, but once it is, I promise that we'll be able to see Voltar again"

"Oh, ok Papa." Nixa muttered, she always wanted to see Voltar with her dad, but he would always tell her that it wasn't the right time. She saw her dad smile when he saw a shooting star. "You see that Nixa?" He said as he pointed to it. "Back home, it's said that when Voltarians pass on, they become a shooting star. And when you see one, it's a loved one saying hello"

"Oh, do you think that it was mommy?" Nixa asked innocently. His smile dropped a little when she said that, looking up at the stars again. "....yeah....I think it was...." at that moment he couldn't but help let the memories come back

Five years ago not too long after Kaia and Tronos got married, Kaia laid an egg into their nest with Tronos's support, and now she was trying to get some well earned rest. Tronos was at the moment watching the egg intently, like at any moment the egg would suddenly break if he looked away for even a moment

Kaia woke up from a nap and looked at her husband, smiling amused "Are you going to stare at the egg until it hatches? "He looked up at her, the first time he looked away from the egg since it was laid. "Huh? Oh uh just making sure the egg was alright" He admitted, a little embarrassed. "You should be resting anyway"

"I'm fine, you should stop staring at it. Else you will freak the baby out when it hatches." "I know, it's just....I've never thought I would actually be a father...." He admitted, gently reaching out to touch the egg. He could already feel the electricity flowing though it. Kaia smiled as she put her hand over his. "I never thought it too."

"It's just....what if I'm not a good father...." He muttered, "Then I guess I'll have to find someone that's just as handsome as you, but that might be impossible." Kaia joked. "Ouch, right though the core" He joked back, causing her to chuckle and layed back down. "Care to join me?"

Tronos smiled as he got into the nest and layed down beside Kaia, pulling her and the egg close to give them both a loving nuzzle. "So....have you thought of names yet?" He asked mid nuzzle. "I have an idea for one, what about you sparky?"

"Aside from Tronos Jr, I'm open to suggestions." He joked again, causing Kaia to roll her eyes. "Very orignal. If we're really desperate we might use it." She playfully booped his snout while sticking out her tongue playfully. "But I was thinking if it's a girl...we should name her Nixa..."

"Nixa?" Tronos tilts his head to the side curious. Kaia nodded softly but didn't say anything. He smiled as he pulled her closer to him, letting their sparks touch. Her core zapped with his, sending through them a warm love feeling. "I think it's a perfect name, and I know that there gonna be the luckiest Voltarian in all of Voltar to have a mother like you"

"And a father, like you." She pecked him a kiss on the lips, he couldn't help but purr softly went he did, keeping her close to him. He felt more at ease knowing that he'll always have Kaia...

Tronos didn't notice Nixa shaking him gently, trying to fight back the tears that were appearing in the corners of his eyes. It wasn't until he heard her voice when he finally did

"Papa? Why are you sad, papa?" She asked softly, her little green face twisting into sad worry. He shook his head to snap out of his thoughts as he looked at her, wiping the tears away before he held her close. "Sorry sparking, I guess I just still miss your mother..."

"Oh...." Nixa looked down but tried to smile for him. "I miss her too... Maybe we can miss her together? That way neither of us is alone." She proposed, looking up at him, stretching her arms out to give him a hug

He felt himself start to tear up again but managed to hold himself together for her, pulling her close into a tight but loving hug. "Yeah....we can remember her together."

[lavenderfairiez]

A crumb of Litpollo fanfiction? Please?

Here's a snippet of the new one I'm working on! It's a flower shop au (cuz I'm super original) ↓

I crashed right into him. My drink spilled all down my shirt, there were flowers all across the sidewalk, and water all down his red button up shirt. The water made his shirt cling to his chest.

Damn, this guy was ripped. Not the time for that.

“Watch where you're going!” The guy snapped. I pulled my headphones out from my ears.

“Dear gods, I am so sorry!” I spluttered, rushing to pick up as many flowers as I could. With the slightly broken flowers in my arms, I stood up to give them back.

When I saw his face my stomach fluttered. He was seriously hot. His long dark curly hair was back in a loose ponytail, held by a red ribbon, with a few loose pieces framing his face. His eyes were dark and there was a big scar across his cheek and nose.

How had I never noticed him before?