#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)

[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 :)

[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

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Guess What's Out?? CHAPTER 1 OF THE SUN MUST GO ON GLOWING

YAY ITS HERE!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62078212/chapters/158769637

Tag Gang: @xxqueenofdragonsxx @ameliaandreas3 @apollosgiftofprophecy @theballadofthesunandthestars @solahflare

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Last post of the year! Hope 2025 is better bc wtf was this -Danny Words: 1,971 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Godlight' -by Noah Kahan

XXXI: Unfortunately, I Prevail

"Because one would assume you spent enough time around Valdez and Ara to know how to fix a console."

"I can fix a chariot, I can fix an engine, I cannot fix a console you childishly decided to kick." Lily huffs, pushing the broken item aside. "You need to control your temper."

"Look who's talking."

"Porca miseria—!"

My friends argue with each other while Connor and Will look at them with almost bored expressions. Connor nudges Will and speaks quietly. "This isn't about the console, is it?"

"It's Ara," Will sighs. "It's been a month and there have been no dreams, no clues about where she could be. To be honest, I'm losing it too. She's with my dad, after all."

"Leo wouldn't allow anything to happen," Connor shrugs. "He would rather chop both of his hands off than let anything bad happen to her, and he's a Hephaestus's kid."

Will hums, crossing his arms without interest in breaking the fight happening before them. "Can't stop these two from worrying," he looks down and chuckles weakly. "You know, lately when I burn my offerings, I say Ara's name."

Connor raises a brow. "Are you serious?"

"Well, my dad won't be getting it anyway, and it's not like the other gods are showing their faces or doing anything to help us," he reasons, ears blushing. "So yeah, I'm burning offerings for Ara. Is it creepy?"

"No," Connor tilts his head, considering the idea. "It might keep her out of harm's way. I don't know what it does to someone who isn't a god."

"She's half a god, more so than us," Will laughs dryly. "I mean, if you really think about it, she's the camp's patron."

Connor laughs. "Hail Almighty Ara." Nico lifts a pool stick and slams it down on Lily. "Hey! No weapons!"

I am pulled back to the present just in time to watch the Waystation entrance quake. A group of people run out to meet me. "Help," I barely muster up enough strength to speak, collapsing in someone's arms the moment I do.

Ara doesn't dream, but in her state of semi-consciousness, she hears people come in and out of the room, their voices worried, though she can't understand what they're saying. Her flesh is melting off her bones, her mind has a thousand different voices tunning in and out of frequency. Right now she wouldn't mind dying. She's not tired, but if she dies, Leo and everyone else will stop worrying about whatever is wrong with her. 

The lights switch on and Ara stirs weakly, mustering enough strength to move her head and lock eyes with Leo. He's standing there, eyes puffy and red from crying, hair all over the place, probably from grabbing onto it while stressing for her wellbeing.

"Water," she requests quietly. Leo reaches for a glass. She's not recovered enough to make anything out of his expression but he offers her the drink gently enough to know he's not angry. It's ambrosia. The girl wrinkles her nose and stops it from touching her lips. "Water."

Leo insists, pushing the glass back up. "Trust me."

Something is wrong. Leo's sending these thoughts via skin-to-skin contact, but Ara can't read his emotions properly. She parts her lips and allows him to tilt the glass, the ambrosia slipping down her throat with ease. Her sight clears, her body feels lighter, and the more she drinks, the less it tastes like food and more like pure and unfiltered sustenance.

Leo doesn't let her speak until she finishes two glasses, and then he sits down, eyeing her with a sombre expression that doesn't fit him. "How are you feeling?"

Ara struggles to make sense of her thoughts. "What happened?"

Leo looks at his hands. "Emmie and Lester did the best they could—they understand this better than me, but basically... In layman's terms, your body isn't fit for your power. You showed up practically naked and glowing like you were about to self-combust, I had to carry you in because no one else could touch you without getting blisters..." his voice cracks. "It was a freaking nightmare."

"Am I dying?" She asks, sounding like eight-year-old Ara again. Leo shrugs. "How long has it been since we rescued the griffins?"

"Just a few hours," he says, still not meeting her eyes. "You were missing for two but Emmie and Jo didn't let us go find you, they thought you'd been taken. I almost killed Lester for losing sight of you—then you showed up with this crazy fever that lasted another hour until Lester sang Mike's song and Emmie fed you enough nectar and ambrosia to kill ten demigods. Calypso couldn't help, her magic's back and she spent most time out cold."

Ara grabs the sheets to push them off her body but Leo stops her. "You're healing," he warns her. "Emmie says it looks scary but it's not serious, so... don't get too scared."

Ara yanks the sheets down, not wanting to prolong the torture. She chokes, not understanding what she's seeing but feeling rightfully frightened by it: Patches of her skin are dry and pulling apart as if she'd spent a whole month in a tanning bed, the layer is thicker than it should be, almost as if she were regenerating... the entire organ. 

"When you say I was about to self-combust..."

"You were literally burning," he confirms. "You were... you were burning like my mom and I—" he chokes up, "I couldn't do anything..."

"It's okay," Ara eases him, latching onto the chance to focus on Leo instead of her own fear and shock.

"You were dying," he runs a shaky hand over his face. "Emmie says you have to keep eating ambrosia and nectar to make it go slower. You're fighting it, your skin is healing, your hair grew out without the flowers..." he makes a face. "The stupid flowers were an omen..."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," Leo's hands close in tight fists. "Lester saw you bleed ichor—pure ichor this time. You didn't respond to medication, and you were speaking in different voices... I think... I think I recognized some of them," he shudders, deeply affected by the ordeal. "If Commodus hears about this, he'll target you. You're the closest thing to an equal to them, which means you're their biggest threat."

Ara follows the dry skin on her face until it ends on her collarbone. She's in her underwear, but it's not the same one she was wearing when they went to the zoo, which means someone, probably Emmie, saw her naked.

She cries, and though weakly, it doesn't matter anyway, she's been humiliated to a point where showing weakness is the last of her concerns. "I'm not going home..." 

Leo shrugs with no energy. "Maybe you're just ten times harder to kill, which is saying something."

"I don't want it."

"I know, but I sure as hell don't want you to die."

"Out of all the things I didn't like about myself..." Ara can't even finish the sentence, shaking her head with woe. "This is cruel."

Leo's hand reaches for hers. "During the six months we spent together, Calypso would always give me shit for not taking things seriously even when we were in danger... and Gods, I'm trying so hard, but I can't do it. I can't joke about this."

"Leo," Ara holds onto his hand tightly. "I should let myself die, if I'm immortal—"

"You'll break up with me whether you're immortal or not," he says, guessing what she's about to tell him. "You've been planning it since we got here. Heck, it's been on your mind way before this even happened."

"You belong here," she uses the sheets to dry her face. "Agamethus and his stupid toy told me that. You and Calypso are meant to stay here, I saw it the moment we arrived. You're soul light—"

"You're just scared—"

"No, Leo, it's different," she presses. "I can feel it."

The boy looks up at her at last. "Feel what?"

"When I met you, I told you I could help you be better—and I did. Your curse is gone, now you're free to have a life with people who understand you, people who can help you adapt to a normal life. I can't do that."

"I don't care!" Leo leans forward in his seat. "I've never had a normal life and I haven't asked for one either! I've been on the run since I was eight, and if this is how the rest of my life will be if I stay with you, then so be it!"

Thick tears trail down Ara's cheeks. "What will happen once you get older and start wanting different things, when you start wishing for something stable?"

"I won't."

"You already do," she closes her eyes and rubs her forehead, trying to ease the headache. "The voices, Leo. You're one of them too. Will has been burning offerings for me now that his dad isn't a god—maybe Austin and Kayla are following his example, maybe Connor, Lily, and Nico will do the same."

"So what if you change again?" Leo frowns. "I'm way past caring about that, too."

"I can't," Ara stifles a sob. "I can't quit being a Daughter of Olympus for you. I saw Janus yesterday—He said this would be my last crossroads, and I've decided I won't survive this, I refuse to become immortal."

She wonders if Apollo knew the moment they met, that he was looking at a possible new godling. Lily and Nico had lost siblings to eternity and now they are losing her too, because she'd rather die than become part of the problem again. And Percy... her poor brother would be the hardest one to say goodbye to.

"I never asked you to stop being what you are," Leo says, voice straining. "Let me ask you this, Ara... What you did today, saving all those animals, keeping Lester and Calypso safe, making sure Meg was alright... how did that feel?"

Ara gulps, staring down at her hands, tightly gripping the bedsheets. "Like all those bad times were worth it."

"Wouldn't you like to feel that way forever? Help more kids centuries from now, knowing you're making the world a better place compared to how it was before you?"

"That void's never going to be filled," she says miserably. "It's a fatal flaw I fed for so long that I have nothing left to give but you. Hercules warned me that ambition was like this. I claimed he didn't have faith in me... I was the only one who didn't care enough."

"But it's worth it," Leo presses, needing her to see that staying alive even if it meant becoming a goddess was better than ceasing to exist. "You're good."

"I am," her expression softens as she looks at him. "That's where I always wanted it to end, me being good."

Leo doesn't respond right away, but after a minute or so, he speaks. "Love never amounted to much in our story, right?"

Ara swallows thickly. She couldn't hide from the fates anymore. Loved was her strongest power, but it couldn't change the world. "Distance will help you grieve less. I won't make you go through what I went through with Mike..." she cries softly. "I'm still cursed."

The boy's jaw clenches. "If you let yourself die, you'll be killing me too." He rubs his eyes. "Gods, I hate that you're doing this."

"I know."

In a swift motion, Leo holds up her face and presses a rough kiss to her lips. He lingers, taking as much as he can before letting go. 

He locks eyes with her, and she sees pure fire in his gaze. "I hate that you're doing this, because now I'll have to fight you." 

As he leaves the infirmary, Ara touches the burnt skin on her face again, remembering how easily she took care of the quest. A bittersweet pride spreads across her chest and she thinks of her friends burning offering for her back in camp. She couldn't have asked for a more glorious farewell to Ara Jackson.

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[generalallxsanjishipper]

Chapters: 35/? Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez, Archie & Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan, Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan & Merlin (Tales of Arcadia), Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan & Steve Palchuk, Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan & Jim Lake Jr., Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan & Claire Nuñez, Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan & Nari, Toby Domzalski & Jim Lake Jr., Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan/Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez, Zoe Ashildr/Alice Rivera, Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan, Claire Nuñez, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Archie (Tales of Arcadia), Aaarrrgghh (Tales of Arcadia), Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Steve Palchuk, Merlin (Tales of Arcadia), Nari (Tales of Arcadia), Bellroc (Tales of Arcadia), Skrael (Tales of Arcadia), Zoe (Tales of Arcadia), Nemain Mac Eo Chahid (Tales of Arcadia Ocs), Alice Rivera (Tales of Arcadia Ocs) Additional Tags: Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan Needs A Hug, Hurt Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan, Stressed Hisirdoux Casperan, This is not a Tag yet?, Archibald is a good dragon, Trauma, Troll Jim Lake Jr., Jim Lake Jr. Needs Therapy (Tales of Arcadia), Witch Claire Nuñez, Protective Steve Palchuk, Toby Domzalski is a Good Friend, Found Family, Angst, Author Is Sleep Deprived, maybe ooc?, I Don't Even Know, surprise surprise, Random ideas and how to develope them, Future Jlairxie implied oops, Canon? What is it? Food?, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Warnings May Change, A lot of music references, Unreliable Narrator, Intersex Character(s), Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Graphic Description, Slow Burn, but like, Reeeeeally Slow, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, A lot of original characters, So I'm not gonna list them all - Freeform Series: Part 1 of Blood and Bones Upon Roses Summary:

Douxie had a lot of secrets. He really didn't expect some of them to be discovered like this.

A fanfiction where we have more bonding time before the temporal accident, Jim isn't hit by the shard (yet?) and Hisirdoux Casperan is a bit more bitter than he should, because he has a lot more trauma than he would like to, but of course he can't even keep his things to himself.

(NOT ON HIATUS ANYMORE, BUT UPDATES WILL BE WEIRD?... )

[byzantine527]

Ok, so I have this broad idea of a crossover fanfiction between Tales of Arcadia and The Last of Us (game universe to be precise). Basically, Douxie and Zoe from the TOA ends up joining Joel and Tess while they try to deliver Ellie to the Fireflies. And since this is a crossover, both Douxie and Zoe will be magicians. With that said, I would also change lore aspects of the both series to some extent. In the case of TOA neither Douxie nor Zoe are hundreds of years old, and Merlin sacrifices himself to save Douxie from some infected. And while Archie will still be with Douxie, he will not wear glasses, and his dragon form will be more like a reptilian dragon instead of his show version, and might be a bit larger too when he is a dragon (and this will also be applied to Charlemagne too if he ends up being in the story). And while Trolls still exist in this world, they will strictly keep it to themselves (I might include the fact that the cordyseps virus ends up killing the trolls instead of turning them into infected).

In the case of lore changes to Last of Us aspect, apart from some major plot changes like Tess surviving, it would be more about world building, including making the Cordyseps pandemic start not in 2013 but instead in a more current year, and how technological differences might influence the fight against the Cordyseps fungus.

But what does everyone thing? There are more points I could have written, but these are the only ones that comes to my mind so far. Do you think this story might have a potential?

[hana-loves-bumblebees]

ToA “if Lester Papadopoulos was an actual person that Zeus snatched and gave his body to Apollo” au angst prompts (free to use):

- someone who knew Lester meets Apollo in Lester’s form (bonus points if the first thing they do is run up to him & give him a big hug/kiss)

- those who knew Lester had their minds wiped and don’t remember him at all, yet there’s sometimes this feeling that something’s missing, yet they never can and never will figure out what (or who)

- or what if only SOMEONE who knew Lester realizes he’s gone and people all around them keep asking them who this Lester they’re talking about even is

- Lester being a descendant of Apollo

- Lester being a descendant of some other god

[stormy-writer]

Mayhaps I possibly request another Douxie x OC oneshot? :>

YESSS ofc writing takes so long like this took 3-5 days but it's WORTH IT

Wc: 1.9k (almost made this a 2 part series)

Category: Request, fluff, hurt/comfort

Tw: mentions of insecurity, self-esteem issues, crying, mention of cursing

It was a beautiful day in the Arcadia public library as Lana shelved a few returns, putting them in their proper Dewey decimal places. But for her, the day was so beautiful. Lately, she'd been having long-lost insecurities from her younger years show up all over again, doubts and self-esteem issues on the forefront of her mind. And it was all because of a certain wizard. Well, two.

She thought back to the scene at the park, where she took her late-night strolls down by the fencing. Once she had brought Douxie along, thinking maybe he would join her, but something much more hurtful happened.

From a good few feet away, that night, she had seen the bright pink hair and dark black and blue hair of the spellcasters, Douxie and Zoe. They laughed and smiled and never even noticed her behind them. It made sense they were close, they had nearly grown up together. And yet, Lana's chest tightened every time she thought they may have been too close.

She sighed, shaking herself from the memory and sliding another book onto a shelf before steering the cart to another section. When she saw who was there, looking at all the romance novels, she beamed.

“Mary, Darci! I didnae know you wehre stoppin’ by!” she called, abandoning the cart at the end of the aisle as she ran over to her best friends.

“Hey girl!” they called back, meeting her halfway as they met in a hug. They pulled away shortly, Lana feeling more comforted than just happy. Darci noticed immediately.

“Girl, what's wrong?” She asked, stepping closer again to comfort her. Lana shrugged, not wanting to seem like a crybaby.

“Ah, it's nothin’. I'm just a littel… tired.” She was a pretty bad liar, and Mary and Darci could tell, the two sharing a look. This time, Mary stepped closer.

“C'mon, you can tell us! We won't make fun of you or anything.” Darci nudged Mary with her elbow, knowing that with her, it was a possibility she would. But never with Lana.

Sighing once more, Lana dropped her causal facade and tears pricked her eyes. She swallowed her pride and took a breath. ‘You’re just bein’ silly,’ she told herself. ‘There’s no reason to crye over a boy.’

“Eit’s just…” she paused, turning to the shelves as she tried to find words for the hurtful emotions aforementioned boy had accidentally given her. But before she could speak again, the bell on the door jingled, signaling Lana to go to the desk.

“I'll tell you later,” Lana hurriedly muttered, grabbing the book cart and rushing off, despite Mary and Darci’s protests.

Parking the cart behind the desk, Lana smoothed her skirt on habit, and slid into the chair behind the counter. Just as she rolled into place, a familiar face walked up to the desk. Looking up, the customer-service smile she always wore slowly turned into an obviously forced look, lips pursed as she folded her hands together on the counter.

“Uhm, heow may I help ya today, Douxie?” she asked, voice a little shaky as she tried to ignore the dread and tears bubbling up her throat. It was such a little thing that happened, but her insecurities were getting the better of her as she watched him, so nonchalant in his ways.

“Heya, Lana,” he winked, only noticing after a moment how sick in the stomach she looked. “Are you alright?” He looked her over, seeing her breathing shutter as she exhaled. “Fine,” she muttered, averting her gaze to the books stacked next to her. She couldn't feel any more like a poor lamb, the wolf not even realizing he's baring his teeth.

Just then, they both heard two gasps and subsequent shuffling before the girls appeared again, nearly diving behind the counter as they guarded their best friend. Darci stood by Lana, hand on her shoulder as she gave a disapproving look to the punk boy. Mary took the offense, standing in front and glaring daggers at Douxie.

“Would you excuse us?” she asked, her tone cursing him off in ways that would make a sailor blush. He paused, almost feeling the singe of the crackling tension in the room.

“Is something wrong?” He was genuinely concerned, trying to look over Mary's shoulder to see Lana—who was silently crying as Darci comforted her—while Mary refused to let him see. “Go away!” Mary snapped boldy. He couldn't even understand why they were so upset, but he could tell they weren't going to let it go any time soon. So, with a sigh, he headed off to one of the aisle, glancing back at them as Mary continued her eyeball attacks until he was out of sight.

She immediately turned to the other girls, the expression of a concerned mother in her eyes as she jumped over the counter to hold Lana's hands.

“Is he why you've been so down, Lay-lay?” she questioned, more than ready to take him down. Darci rephrased the question, acting as the sensible buffer for Mary. “What did he do?”

Letting out another shaky breath, Lana wiped the tears from her cheeks and forced herself to speak.

“Eit's not him,” she sniffled. “I'm just… bein’ oversensitive. She didnae do anything wrong.”

The girls paused, sharing another look before Mary softened her tone and asked another question.

“... Who’s “she”?”

Shaking her head, Lana sat straighter and took a breath. She fixed herself up and forced herself to act like a lady, even if she wanted to bawl her eyes out.

“Zoe,” she explained. The girls nodded, knowing of her, but still unsure of why it was different now. “Douxie took Zoe to my walkin’ spot, in the paerk.” Mary and Darci understood instantly. She had only taken them to walk with her 4 months after they'd been friends. It was her special place, the one spot where she could always feel safe, with or without people.

“Oh, Lana,” Darci cooed, her comforting hand firm on Lana's shoulder as the blonde pulled herself together. “It's alright, he probably didn't mean to.” Sighing, Lana nodded.

“I knowe, I knowe,” she stood from the chair, looking down at her hands in Mary's. “Eit still hurts, though.”

Without hesitation, the girls hugged her, almost trying to squeeze the sadness out as she hugged back. Between her friends loving arms, she found a small sense of peace her love life lacked, and she let out a deep exhale. This was good.

After the sweet moment, the girls pulled apart, deciding to sit at the desk and chat, taking Lana's mind off things.

Until the familiar face came back.

“Lana?” the sweet British voice called, as confused and worried as it was before. The girls glared at him, although not entirely cutting him off. Lana, giving a small, hurt smile, stood and walked warily around the counter.

“Ey, Douxie,” she said softly. She leaned against the counter, knowing that her friends had her back and she had no reason to feel insecure.

He, however, was feeling all sorts of insecurities. Mostly with how he acted. ‘Was I too loud? Too annoying?’ his mind raced. ‘Does she just… not like me?’ Now that thought particularly caught his attention, but he knew better than to freak out before finding out the problem.

“Is everything okay?” he anxiously asked. “Did I do something?” But she just shook her head, looking down as she fiddled with her thumbs. “No, no, eit's not… really your fault.”

Taking another breath, she looked back at the two girls watching over them, causing them to look confused. They got the message, but why would she want them to leave? Although not understanding, they nodded and started backing away anyways.

Lana turned back to Douxie, hoping the words would come to her easily. Unfortunately, that's never the case, and she fought for the sentences she needed to say.

“... We need to taulk.”

This sent a spark of fear down his spine, but he welcomed any way to fix whatever had been broken. “Yeah, it seems like.”

Looking back, Lana made sure the girls were gone, before she took a step closer to him. She tried to keep eye contact, but the natural instinct to run made it all that much harder as her gaze flittered all around him.

“We’ve known each ohtter a long time, y'nou?” she started, trying so hard to let herself feel how she needed to, instead of labeling herself a crybaby. “I… the other dey…” she trailed off. A part of her wished she would just spit it out, while another screamed to keep her mouth shut.

Douxie started convincing the first side.

“Which day?” he asked tentatively. “Was it when I had to work and couldn't come over?” He was trying so hard, he never meant to hurt anyone. Especially her. But she shook her head. “No,” she assured softly.

“Last Wednesday, you and…” she was about to say nevermind, say ‘just forget it,’ but she heard Mary's voice in her head, telling her that she deserved to gripe him out to hell and back, Darci chiming in to tell her he deserved to know what he did wrong. So she looked him in the eyes, pausing a moment as she looked in those pretty blues.

“... You and Zoe, I saw ya together. On a waulk.” It sounded so silly when she said it out loud, but she continued. “I showed ya the path that I always waulk on. I… it was mah safe space.” A look of realization dawned on him as she said this, and he started understanding.

But she felt a little bad, as if telling him was a mean thing. ‘I deserve to tell ‘im,’ she told herself. “I showed ya so… so that we could waulk together sometemes. I was invitin’ ya inta my space. And…” her jaw set and she swallowed as the memories and hurt flooded back, forcing the words from her lips.

“And ya brought ‘er, without even telling meh. You broke mah troust… and that ‘urt.”

Douxie was flooded with guilt, regret in his eyes as he stepped closer and put his hands up, wishing he could give a comforting touch, but not wanting to invade her space.

“I'm so sorry, Lana, I didn't realize-” she cut him off, shaking her head as she spoke.

“No, no, ya didnae know.” If she was anything, she was understanding. “But, please,” she started to tear up again, unable to hold back the emotions. “Please don't bring ‘er back.”

He hummed a soft coo, holding his arms open as tears started running down her cheeks. She immediately latched on, burying her face in his chest as he smiled down at her.

“Never again,” he agreed softly. “Never again.”

His warmth around her and the sweet words he spoke felt like they touched her soul as she cried into him, sniffles slowly quieting into soft breaths as his touch healed her. This ethereal peace was something most could only dream of, but it was all hers.

With a little help from a certain wizard boy and his glowing bracelet, which might have been in a drowsy spell rune alignment, but whatever it was, it carried her to a peaceful rest where she belonged.

In his arms.

A little long, didn't add much in the means of breaks, but I like it. Reblog and request if you liked it as well!

- JJ

[lavenderfairiez]

LITPOLLO FANS ASSEMBLE!!! I finally finished my Litpollo fic!!!

Honestly I'm so proud of this one, pls go read it 😭

[losergender]

but i'm scared of getting sick . . . solangelo , sick fic , solangelo , established relationship , fluff

🖇 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55377616

Summary:

“Kayla, tell Chiron to order one of each vaccine discovered after the 40s, will you?”

“One of each!?” He heard Kayla shout confused.

“I reckon we are gonna need them if we don’t want the whole camp to catch eradicated shit. We have a patient from the 30s, remember?”

It wasn’t as loud, so Nico couldn’t make the words up as well, but Kayla said something that sounded slightly like “oh, Gods” and had a bit of “how did we miss that?,” as well as some cussing into it.

“I’m fixing to leave to his cabin!” Will shouted in the direction of the door, having moved to put on some gloves and a mask. “He’s got measles.”

Or. . . When Nico gets sick and Will looks after him.

[kajilychnis]

Chapter II of "Arcane Heterize" a Trollhunters, Arcane order fanfiction.

Author's note: I forgot to give some information about where the trio of demigods lived. They live in their flying castle that we all know, the terrifying castle from the original series. BUT their castle has one more feature, a feature that is in the popular studio ghibli film, Howl's Moving Castle. They reside in the castle, but the magic door allows them to be in multiple locations simultaneously. There is a small dial near the doorknob, and where the door leads to when opened depends on what color the dial is turned to.

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-"Well, what are you waiting for to offer me interesting and tempting suggestions so that I don't tell the whole truth to the mighty and fiery Bellroc?" Skrael said in a low and mocking tone.

It was certain that Skrael would ask for something in return, he was not a charitable soul by nature, he always wanted something in exchange for his silence or his services.

-"Fine, what do you want?" Nari retorts with a sigh.

-"It's up to you to decide what you can offer me in exchange for my silence."

She thought for a long time before having a brilliant idea. She knew that Skrael seemed to have developed some sort of passion for his computer, sometimes he would spend entire nights in front of a screen...

-"What if I bought you more hardware that will go with your computer?" She grinned knowing he wouldn't say no... at least that's what she hoped.

The taller one raised his eyebrows and shoulders, his expression showing indifference.

-"Yeah... why not... but what else?"

-"What else?"

-"Yeah, what else?" He snorted, growing impatient.

-"Whatever you want! Now I really have to go, otherwise I might be late for work..."

She picked up her woolen tote bag and quickly headed towards the exit of her room. Knowing when she would return, Skrael let her go without a word, not bothering to hold her back. After a few minutes, Nari had reached her workplace exactly on schedule. Her friend and coworker, Douxie Casperan, greeted her as she walked into the plant shop.

-"Hey, Nari! is it me or you didn't get there before me for once?" He said it in a playful manner.

The litte magic plant lady laughed nervously in response before answering him :

-"Yes, I experienced a minor unforeseen circumstance..."

-"Let me guess... your siblings?"

She winced slightly when her friend said the word "siblings", it was a lie to prevent him from questioning Bellroc and Skrael's identities. She only responded to her friend with a smile and a nod, not wanting to dwell on the subject of her "siblings". Nari was aware that her coworker was a wizard because, as a demigod.dess of nature, she could sense the magic brimming from his soul. Was this someone she trusted? Sure, but she wanted to talk to Bellroc and Skrael about it before she told him she was a demigod.dess herself. She shook her head, putting all of that aside, and went to water the plants for sale. Puzzled by his friend's strange attitude, Douxie raised an eyebrow, but he didn't ask any more questions and continued working.

After spending a considerable amount of time in the woods, Bellroc had just arrived back at the castle. They looked into Skrael's room and saw him reading a rather odd book in his chair, but when they went to check on Nari, they couldn't find her anywhere. So they returned to Skrael's room and asked him where Nari was.

-"Hm? She must be in a parc or something." Skrael responded with a caustic tone.

Bellroc snarled, annoyed at the scathing tone of their peer. However, they doesn't say anything and chooses to wait for the plant demigod.dess in the main hall of the castle.

When Nari returned to the castle, she wasn't expecting to run into Bellroc. Luckily for her, she had placed her florist's apron in her tote bag as a precaution.

-"Oh? Hi, Bellroc... did you have a good day?" She asked Bellroc, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Skrael who had just entered the room with a mischievous smile.

With his index finger on his lips, the ice demigod, who was hovering just behind the largest of the three, indicated that he had no intention of disclosing her secret. Skrael received a nod from Nari, and Bellroc turned to frown at him.

-"Be aware that I will not put up with you keeping anything from me, and I will eventually find out." They said this in a menacing manner, then left the room after glaring at them.

They didn't say anything until the fire element was far enough away to hear them.

-"Thank you, I-"

-"Well, what did you bring me?" He cut her off before she could even finish her sentence.

-"Nothing..."

-"Are you kidding me? We had a deal."

-"S-sorry... I didn't have time, I promise next time I won't forget..."

Skrael sighed and rolled his eyes, before he turned on his heel and responded:

-"Fine, try not to forget it next time." He said in an exasperated tone then he left, probably to his quarters.

After failing at her task, Nari felt a little bad and made the decision to leave the castle and return to the town. She would never have imagined that one day she would be the one to venture into the town in search of a technology store. Usually she went out to buy plants or go to work, so she had no idea where the tech store was. Still walking straight, she looked around and noticed a store called "Hex Tech". She entered the store, which appeared to be the only tech store around. Inside, she discovered a young woman with short pink hair who appeared to work at the store. She went up to her, but the counter between them quickly held her back, primarily due to her diminutive size. To avoid being completely hidden by the counter, she remained slightly set back.

-"Hello, how can I help you?" Asked the young woman, a little destabilized by Nari's small size.

-"Hello, is this a tech store ?"

The pink hair woman held back a laugh before answering:

-"No, here we repair all types of electronic devices. So... I guess you have nothing to repair."

Just as the plant goddess opened her mouth to respond, her friend Douxie, who had just walked into the store, interrupted her.

-"Nari? What are you doing here?"

End of the chapter...

[albentelisa]

Hi it's me again !! I know that your fic's an slowburn and I appreciate the build up and how the characters are explored in a very throught manner

Still I cant wait to see/read jim's reaction to learn that he got an grandfather who's in jail ( to say the least ) AND to read Gunmar reaction that he has a half troll grandson

Would gunmar try to appear sympathetic ? Like in wizards we learn that arthur was actually a big jerk and all that. And sure Gunmar could be preparing for war with or without the camelot king's actions, still that's stuff that Gunmar could use

I just think it would be very interesting to see Gunmar manipulating his grandson by pulling at his heartstrings !! Cause jim cares a lot

AND on top of that Gunmar could argue that sonner or later jim whole nature would bubble up to the surface, would he be accepted like that by others ? Or would he have to hide for his entire life ? Without allowing himself to be close ?

Heck you could even throw in some trauma from his not-dad dna-donor !! As soon as the dude had an inkling that jim's wasnt entirely human ..... he wanted to do bad things

Would that be his life ? Never being able to approach and form deep connections with either humans or other trolls ?

Wouldnt it be better to be with his family ? His whole family ?

Sorry ! Your fic has a crazy-good amount of angst potential and I love it so much, that I couldnt help myself

Oh, hi! 🥰🥰🥰 I'm so happy to read your message. So many cool ideas!

As for the reveal stuff, while it'll take some time before Jim realizes that his grandpa is Gunmar (as he'll learn a bit about the grandpa from an unusual perspective), Gunmar will learn that his grandson is a halfling quite soon (actually, it's in the incoming chapter 72). His initial reaction is... Let's say, complicated, lol, but well, he has enough time to process it before actually meeting Jim.

As for the manipulation, Gunmar will have some misconceptions of his own, which ironically, will make his manipulation work better:

- Jim is just a foolish child and his actions are just some childish rebellion;

- Jim is on his side by default and he's a gumm-gumm to his core (and is really similar to Gunmar deep inside) ;

- Jim is the current Trollhunter only because it's a part of Barverra's plan.

So, yeah, poor Jim will come to doubt everything (including if his mother actually wanted him or it was just a part of the plan to get the amulet).

However, Gunmar isn't interested in harming Jim (as he will believe to the very end that his grandson's attitude can be fixed). It'll be more of 'stop fooling around and come to where you truly belong'