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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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Ah shit here we go again

Btw this is moth shigaraki

So imagine this you work at this place that’s like a zoo that has moths and other creatures ( u can tell I’m struggling) so ur coworkers were trying to get this baby moth inside it’s cage but it kept panicking and crying ( I think u know who is this baby moth) u went to see what’s up that’s how u saw the most beautiful moth u ever seen, you picked up the baby moth ( meanwhile ur coworkers were panicking) it just calmed down everyone was 👁👄👁 long story short u were now in charge of shigaraki, u took care of him feed him u did everything, until he was literally taller then u are ( moths grow up fast ok?) shigaraki was in love with u even when u had ur days off ( he absolutely hated when u had to leave home boy would throw tantrums) he would never let anyone touch him if anyone did they might of lost a couple of fingers, when u came back from ur break he would be attach to ur hip he would not let go not to mention he probably scratched the hell out of his neck so u had to deal with that, oh yeah he was overprotective of u won’t anyone touch u

Let’s just say u were super sick so u had to take a week off, u were devastated that ur not gonna be able to see shigaraki (u had to admit that u have fallen in love with him) so for now u were trying to get better, meanwhile shigaraki was losing his shit he thought u left him ( or dead💀 lmao) he couldn’t wait anymore so he escaped, it was easy finding where u lived since he memorized ur scent, u suddenly heard a noise come out of room ( u went to get some water or something idk sis) as u entered u found shigaraki, shigaraki ran to u and just hugged ( basically crashed u with his two sets of arms) he started to cry he wouldn’t let go, u got super worried and asked him what’s wrong, so he explained what happened then u suddenly felt super weak and almost fainted shigaraki was panicking asking if ur ok, u said that u had a fever thats all, shigaraki just put u back on the bed, shigaraki finally had the opportunity to repay u, he had read somewhere that sex can help ( it’s totally not an excuse for him to see u naked) he just wants to please u( his mommy 😏) his wings vibrated at the thought of pleasing u, let just say u had no problem with it. ( so when shigaraki is done reader flops shigaraki on the bed and fucks the shit out of him as a thank u gift lollll)

Kinks umm sub shigaraki whos eager to please and dom reader, this one hundred percent has a mommy kink umm I cant think of anything, this isn’t my best ideas so feel free to ignore this 😔😫

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Storms

Tomothura :) 🦋

I'm sleepy, and I want milk and cookies. Not to flex, but I only have to see my therapist every other week cause ig I'm just perfect.

Update I now see her once a week and have to take dbt a THIRD (?) time

I have a bad smell and taste in my mouth and nose from covid. It reminds me of meatballs but in the worst way :/

Warnings: masturbation, heat, vaginal sex, humping, loss of virginity (both parties), breeding, & mommy kink.

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I have rewritten this six times. No matter how much I write, whether it's 100 words or 1,000,000 words, I can't create a smooth transition between y/n's like caregiver (?) relationship with Shiggy to a romantic/sexual relationship with him. To put it simply, I give up 💀 . HOWEVER, I did cook up another scenario in my mind, so even though I have strayed from the original blueprint, I will still deliver a moth Shigaraki fic to all of you <3

To those of you brave people who aren't scared of storms:

1) I envy you.

2) I apologize because I need y/n to be scared of storms for my plot.

Thinking abt writing a poly relationship with y/n shigaraki and dabi. It’d just be so cute.

On another unrelated note: why did I get put on the gross end of scent kinks (yes, those exist)? Instead of being like, “mmm sexy cologne,” I'm like, “Dabi reeking after being on a long mission and cuddling, so I have to smell him and get his sweat on me, ” like Claire. Control yourself.

It was a beautiful night. The only light around you was the moon, the stars, and dozens of fireflies. It was warm and calm, no wind, no rain, not even a chill though the sun had set. You walked further through the forest. Your friends had gotten tired and retired to the campsite. You, however, had chosen to wander some more. You found clarity in the woods at night.

You stumbled upon a beautiful pond surrounded by luscious green trees. Lily pads floated in the water, and frogs croaked. The number of fireflies had increased, and little fairy circles littered the ground (you were careful not to step in them). There was a little cabin up a small hill. It had wooden walls and small windows which stopped you from seeing the inside.

You checked the time, 12:55 a.m. As you walked back, it started to rain. Great. A little rain never hurt anyone, right? But then it began to storm. The kind of storm that knocked loose widow makers, that made the ground shake, and could cause mudslides. You had to get inside and fast. You were closest to the cottage from earlier, and the trees got thicker by your campsite. You ran back as fast as you could and knocked on the door.

“Hello? Is anyone in there? It's storming, and my campsite is too far away, ” you called.

“It's open, ” a voice called.

You opened the door and shut it quickly, not wanting to be out in the storm for a second longer. Then, you took off your shoes.

“I’m making tea for us, ” the voice said.

“Oh, it's ok. You really don't have to-”

“I didn't ask you, ” the voice said again, “just accept my hospitality, ”

You sat down on the couch and scrolled through your phone. Even though you had sworn it had 50% left, it was now nearly dead.

“Do you have a phone charger I could borr-” the lights flickered off, “never mind, ”

Here you were, trapped in a stranger's house as it stormed with nothing but a dead phone and no power. The stranger walked into the room, and your first reaction was to scream.

“Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, ” Shigaraki said, setting down your tea.

“You're- you have- what are- y-you have, ” you stuttered in shock.

“Yeah, I've got wings and shit. Calm down, ” Tomura said, taking a sip of his tea.

You sat in silence for a moment as you processed.

“I'm tomura shigaraki, ” he said, “if we're stuck here together while it storms, we might as well know each other's names, ”

“I'm y/n, ” you said.

“Pretty name, ” Shigaraki said.

“Thank you, ” you nodded, “so how long do you think the storm will last?”

“No idea, but here it can rain for up to five days, ” he said.

“Oh, ” you said.

“It’ll be fine. I've got food for both of us, ” Shigaraki said.

“No, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm just scared of-” thunder roared, and lightning struck. You nearly jumped out of your seat.

“You're scared of storms, ” he finished, “you can come sit next to me if it would make you feel better or whatever, ” he offered.

You nodded and sat next to him. Despite looking...strange, his presence was very comforting. More thunder and lighting caused you to jump. He wrapped one of his soft wings around you.

“You're fine, y/n. Don't worry, ok?” Tomura said.

Did he know why he was letting you sit so close to him? No. Did he know why he wanted to comfort you? Also no.

“You're wet, ” he said.

You nearly choked, “what?”

“I’ll give you some clothes while yours are in the dryer, ” he said, getting up.

“Can I come with you?” you said, “I don't want to be alone, ”

He sighed, “sure, come on, ”

You both headed up to his room, and he threw you some clothes. Shigaraki looked at you, waiting patiently.

“Well?” he said.

“I'm not gonna change in front of you, ” you said, cheeks glowing bright red.

“I don't know why you're making it a big deal, ” he muttered, turning away.

Truthfully he'd never seen anyone naked and had lived alone most of his life. When he thought about you naked or even just in your underwear, he felt strange.

“I'll be right back, ” he muttered, heading to the bathroom.

He had a strange urge to touch himself, so he indulged. After unzipping his pants, he cupped his hardening cock gently and hissed at the new sensation. It felt weird but good. So good. He wrapped a hand around it and started stroking it gently, nearly moaning out loud.

He turned on the sink to mask any accidental noises. He kept stroking for a while longer, stifling even more noises. Soon he felt an intense tingling sensation in his balls that seemed to grow stronger and spread throughout his cock. As he finally burst, his whole body relaxed, and thick, white sticky liquid shot out of his dick. It was foreign to him, but it felt wonderful.

Meanwhile, outside, you had heard everything. You sat on the bed awkwardly as Tomura came out of the bathroom. He took your wet clothes.

“The um dryer is just downstairs, ” he said, looking towards the floor, “if you want to come with, ”

“Sure, ” you nodded, following behind him.

With your clothes in the dryer, you both sat downstairs on the couch. It was silent until you decided to try and lighten the mood.

“So what um do you like to do for fun?” you asked.

“I like games a lot, ” he said, taking a carrot off a plate of vegetables he'd gotten the two of you.

“I like games too, ” you smiled.

The both of you talked about games for a while until you nearly passed out.

“Hey, head upstairs. I'll take the couch, ” Shigaraki said, noticing your eyelids fluttering shut.

“No, I don't want to take your bed, ” you yawned.

“Get upstairs y/n. I'm serious just sleep in my fucking bed, ” Shigaraki ordered.

“But-, ”

“No, no buts, ” he interrupted.

“The least I can do is let you sleep with me. Won't you crush your wings on the couch?” you said.

“Fine. If it makes you feel better, I guess, ” Shigaraki mumbled.

You both walked upstairs. Shigaraki found a toothbrush for you, and you got into bed with him. You slept back to back, but it was cold. No, frigid. He could tell by the way you were shivering. He turned towards you and held you with both pairs of arms. A wing draped over you, and he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t make it weird, ” he grunted.

“Ok, ” you said, sleep clouding your mind.

By the following day, you had turned towards him, and you both were completely tangled in each other. It was still storming when you woke up. You pulled Shigaraki closer, savoring his warmth.

“Morning, sleepyhead, ” he said.

“Morning, ” you responded.

He stroked your hair gently, wings humming quietly. He flipped on the light, and to your surprise, it worked. The power was back on!

“I’ll make breakfast, ” you said, getting up.

He pulled you back down, “ten more minutes. You're warm, ”

Ten minutes turned into an hour as you dozed off again. You couldn't help it, he was warm, and his nimble fingers traced designs on your back. The bed was so soft, and so were his wings. After a while, he woke you up, poking your cheek.

“Can you still make breakfast?” he said, smiling down at you.

You looked so beautiful with messy hair and tired eyes. Shigaraki couldn't help himself as he traced a finger over your lips. He saw the blush on your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You have nice lips, ” he whispered.

“Thank you, ” you said.

He sensed your breathing pick up along with your heartbeat.

“Your heart is beating really fast, y/n, ” Shigaraki said, bringing his face closer to yours, “are you alright?”

“Yeah. yeah, I'm fine, ” you said, “don't worry about me, ”

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“If you say so, ” he said, getting out of bed.

You already missed the warmth of his body; it was still freezing from all the rain. How could the weather change so quickly? You followed him downstairs and began to make breakfast. As you were cooking, you felt him put one of his zip-up hoodies over your shoulders.

“You look cold, ” he said, “take it, ”

“Thank you, ” you responded, pushing your arms into the sleeves immediately.

It smelled just like him. This was your routine with him for the next three days. On the morning of your fourth day, the rain had stopped. The thing is, neither of you said anything. You just went about your day together like normal. The truth is, you liked it here. You were so much happier with him in his little house than you had ever been anywhere else.

“The rain stopped over a month ago, ” he said one day, “why haven't you left?” that definitely didn't come off the way he wanted it to.

“Oh well, I can leave if you'd like-”

“No. Stay, ” he said, “I want you here,”

He got up and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“Stay, ” he whispered.

“I will, ” you said, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.

He held you like that for a while, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. The months flew by. Soon the leaves turned orange and red and fell to the ground. Next, the ground was bright white from the snow, and tulips began to bloom in the spring.

‘Shit,’ Shigaraki thought, ‘its spring’

He'd been feeling strange lately, and after googling his symptoms, he realized he was going into his first heat. He googled many things that night, some disgusted him, and some did quite the opposite.

“Hey y/n, you should probably head back and get your things. You've been here a while, so I'm just assuming you're staying, ” Shigaraki said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I'm alright, ” you smiled, tending to the little garden you'd started, “I've gone into town a few times. I have everything I need, ”

“No, really, I think it would be good, ” he said.

“Shiggy, if you want me to leave, it's ok, ” you said, standing up and stroking his cheek.

He loved when you did that. It always made his wings buzz happily.

“No!” he said, “I don't want you to leave, please stay, ”

You smiled, “I'm not going anywhere, ok? You don't have to be so anxious; I'm staying, ”

He nodded, “I just- um, ”

“Go on, ” you urged, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I um think I'm going into...heat, ” he whispered the last part, “and I don't want you to have to deal with that, ”

“I don't mind, ” you said, “if it's alright with you, I’d like to stay. I'll take care of you, ”

He smiled and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“You're amazing, ” he said.

You giggled, “so what even happens during your heat? Do you get sick or something?”

“It’s hard to explain, ” he muttered.

“How am I supposed to take care of you if I don't know what's wrong?” you said, pouting up at him.

He shoved his phone in your hand, “here, ”

You read the screen, eyes widening and cheeks getting hot.

You looked up at him, “so you um, ”

“Yeah, ” he muttered, “as I said, you don't have to stay. I’m serious.”

You took a deep breath, “I want to stay. I want to help you in any way I can, even if it means letting you take my virginity. Truthfully I’d be happy if you did, Tomura, ”

“You would?” he asked, “are you sure?”

You nodded, “I think I've liked you for a while now. Even if you don't feel the same way, I just want you to know that I'm okay with whatever you need to do to me, ” your breath hitched at the last part.

You'd never seen yourself as submissive. You never took shit from anyone. Shigaraki didn't see you as submissive either, even with all the things you’d said. When they mixed with your tone and personality, they sounded caring but not in a submissive sense.

You were dominant, but not in the way he'd always thought of it. You were like...

“Mommy, ” he whispered.

So soft and gentle. Calm and caring but independent and strong.

“Can I call you that? It just feels...right, ” he said.

You nodded, “um sure, ”

“Mommy, ” he sighed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. Shigaraki groaned quietly.

“About what you said earlier, I like you too, y/n, ” he said.

You smiled and pecked him on the lips. After you pulled away, he pressed his lips to yours again immediately. He grabbed your hair, pulling you closer as you yelped in surprise. He laughed softly, starting to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tomura tried to dominate the kiss to no avail. Instead, he fell victim to the way you were able to move your tongue around in his mouth, leaving almost nothing untouched.

You pulled away, admiring the dark blush on his cheeks. He's so pretty.

“I'm sleepy, mommy, ” he said before yawning.

He picked you up and carried you upstairs. You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. He put you down on the bed and practically laid on top of you. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his wings act as your blanket.

“Goodnight, ” you whispered.

“G’night, mommy, ” he mumbled.

You awoke to something rubbing your thigh.

“Mommy, ” he moaned, “mommy, please. Please, it hurts so bad, mommy, ”

As you became more conscious, you realized that he was humping your thigh. He’d already made a sticky mess in his pants and on your own. You kissed him gently. Letting your soft lips contrast between the rough humping of your leg.

“Want, ” he moaned, “need to mate, mommy. I need to please, ”

“It's alright, sweetie, ” you said, pulling him between your legs.

He began humping your crotch, panting and drooling.

“Mommy, ” he slurred, “I want in. I want in you, ”

His wings had been buzzing violently ever since you agreed. One set of hands cupping your face and the other holding your hips in place as he rubbed his cock on your clothed pussy. You wiggled out of your pants with his help, and he practically ripped off his own pants. He pulled off his boxers and ripped off your panties. He shoved himself into you, nearly screaming at the way your warm wet cunt sucked his cock in. The way you clenched because he was big, so fucking big.

“Mommy, ” he chanted, “mommy, mommy, mommy, ”

He lasted a surprisingly long time, wandering fingers finding your clit. He slammed into you, slapping skin and squelching filled his ears, but all of this was drowned out by his moans and whimpers. Finally, Tomura pushed you over the edge. You clenched and came all around his cock with a loud moan.

“Mommy, ” he sobbed, “breed mommy, I need you to take my cum mommy. I need you to let me breed you and make you all pretty with my kids, ”

“Yes, Tomu, go ahead, sweetie. Breed, mommy, ” you moaned.

He gasped and sobbed as an absurd amount of cum flooded your cunt. It began to ooze out of your cunt around his cock. He collapsed on top of you, panting as his cock softened inside of you. His heat was over. His need to breed you was met. He was exhausted, couldn't move to bathe, only pass out with you safe in his arms.

Over time you did swell up with his kids. He was so excited to start a family, to claim you with his offspring. If you had his kids, you were his, end of story. No one was allowed to look at you or touch you.

‘Mommy’s so pretty when she's bred,’ he thought to himself as he kissed your stomach.

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nicole-lynne · 5 years

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Lockscreen Tells All

Summary: Peter gets a glimpse of how you see him through the lens and it opens up how you both truly feel.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

This is a part of @blissfulparker‘s writing challenge to celebrate 5k!

The bell rang and the class around you transformed from dutiful students to heathens fighting to get out the door first. Patiently, you and your best friend MJ waited for the rest of your classmates to leave before gathering your belongings.

“Are you still cool with sleeping over this weekend, Y/N?” MJ asked as you two walked up to your side-by-side lockers.

“Absolutely! I’ve been so busy lately. It’s like all of the school events happen in the last month of school. Principal Morita has had me booked solid taking pictures.” You were shoving books in your locker aimlessly as tiredness was settling in your bones.

MJ slammed her locker and looked at you with excitement. “Well we’re not going to worry about that this weekend. We’re going to stock up on junk food, the guys are going to come over, and forget all about anything school related!”

Your heart picked up slightly at the thought of seeing Peter tonight. You hadn’t seen him all day so it made you even more excited. But you kept your face devoid of emotion in order to keep your crush on Peter Parker to yourself. You hadn’t told MJ and you weren’t planning on letting it slip in the school hallway.

MJ didn’t seem to notice your change in demeanor, instead she snatched your hand and shook it, squealing with you for a minute. Then she stopped and looked around, making sure no one had seen her. You giggled energetically and tangled your arm with hers.

“Let’s go, you dork!”

~~~

The windows were wide open to let the breeze flow through the room and MJ had the music cranked to an ungodly level. The two of you had changed into your pajamas and were dancing around the room, a thin layer of sweat on your skin.

It felt amazing to escape the strain of your current lifestyle even for just a few hours. MJ had forced you to promise that you wouldn’t use your camera for anything professional for the whole weekend and it hadn’t taken much to accept that stipulation.

Knock knock. MJ was lost in the music so you swayed your way to the front door, half expecting the pizza delivery boy. You swung the door open and froze in your spot as you came face to face with chocolate brown eyes, messy curls, and perfectly pouty lips. He looked adorable in a Stark Industries t-shirt that fit him wonderfully.

Instinctively, you reached up to tame your hair that had tangled into a hornets nest during your dance session. It was evident that it was a lost cause so you diverted to straightening your tank top and shorts instead.

Peter watched you with fascination and your stomach was erupting with butterflies as his gaze traveled along your face. Ned kept looking back and forth between the two of you, unaware of what was going on.

“Hi, Y/N. What have you and MJ been up too?” Ned broke in at last.

You turned your focus to Ned, remembering that he was here too. “Hey, Ned. Um, just been listening to some music while we waited for the pizza.” You gave Peter a small smile. “I got extra pepperoni for you.”

“Ah, awesome! Thanks, Y/N/N, you’re the best.” Peter exclaimed and you beamed from being praised.

The boys crowded their way into the living room and plopped down onto the couch in their usual places. Trying to act as casual as possible, you sank into the place right next to Peter and tucked your feet under you. It was impossible to ignore that his hand was just inches from your knee. One little bump and his long fingers could be on your skin.

“What movie do you guys want to start with?” MJ asked from the floor, her body turned just enough to acknowledge the group.

Ned bounced slightly, “Let’s watch a scary movie!”

The rest of the group agreed easily but you groaned loudly. “Not another scary movie, you guys. I’ll be up all night.”

Peter leaned over, his shoulder bumping into yours. You were hyper-sensitive to the feeling of his shoulder against yours. “I promise I won’t let anything get you. You can hold my hand if you get scared.”

Goosebumps speckled your skin in an instant. He was watching you with that comforting gaze that always made you feel protected. You slowly nodded and his eyes glistened with delight. You bit your lip nervously, dying to press your mouth to his, instead you fell backwards against the fluffy pillow beside you.

Another knock at the door interrupted the chatter and MJ jumped up to answer it.

“Someone get the drinks, I’ll get the pizza.” She called as she ran out of the room. You moved to get up at the same time as Peter.

“I’ll help you get everything.” He offered when you gave him a weird look. A small flutter went through your body as he motioned for you to lead the way.

Your head was buried in the fridge when you recognized the faint tune of your cell alarm. You glanced around to see it lying on the kitchen counter.

“Can you get that, Pete? It’s probably just my alarm.” And you returned to pulling out different sodas from the rack.

“Sure, no problem...” His voice trailed off.

Silence hung over the room like a blanket and you looked up to find him staring at your phone screen. “Um, are you okay? Pete?”

“Am I your lockscreen?”

You swallowed thickly. It had completely slipped your mind that you had made him your lock screen a few weeks ago. You had been on your way to take pictures for the Robotics Competition when you had seen him in the hallway talking to a classmate. He just looked so happy and free that you couldn’t stop yourself from capturing the moment.

Now, he was standing in front of you, barely more than a step away, waiting for an answer. You wondered if he could hear the blood rushing in your ears or the thudding of your heart inside your chest.

“Um. Well, yes. I just love the picture and I like to have things I like for my wallpaper...” Your feet had suddenly become more interesting to you in the last 15 seconds.

“And you like me?” His voice was soft.

All you could do was nod like a child who was scared to be scolded.

You were surprised by a hand tilting your chin up, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. Shivers were running down your spine as Peter smiled sweetly down at you. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours, and your breath was caught in your throat. Was this really happening?

He hesitated in that spot, “I like you too.” Lips rubbing against each other as he said the words.

You lost all sensibility in that moment. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him the rest of the way. He made a little oof of surprise and placed his hands on your waist instantaneously.

You and Peter were pushing and pulling against each other like fuel to a fire. His hands were pressed to the low spot of your back and you were playing with the small curls at the base of his neck. His lips felt calming and electric as they moved against yours.

Peter had turned and pinned you against the counter, deepening the kiss, and the thumping of his heart was echoing in your chest. His body was flush against yours and the heat was rushing to your head. The primal instinct within you was dying to keep going, unrelenting to let Peter out of your grasp. But the practical side of you was telling you that this was only your first kiss. The first of many, you hoped.

The need for air overtook the need for passion and you broke away. Peter was panting heavily, his breath washing over you. Without thinking, you stood on your tiptoes and pulled his lower lip in between your teeth and then let it snap back. Peter groaned and rested his forehead against yours.

“You are so beautiful. God, I could kiss you all night.” The words were husky with adoration.

You giggled like a schoolgirl and rubbed your nose against his. “I think MJ and Ned might think something was up.”

Peter’s eyes flicked to the doorway and laughed an airy laugh. “I think they may already know.”

You turned your head quickly to see MJ and Ned standing in the doorway, knowing smirks on their face. A blush tipped your cheeks and you tucked in closer to Peter’s body, your cheek placed against his neck.

“You owe me five bucks, Ned.” MJ held her hand and Ned grumbled as he dug around in his pockets.

“Ah man, you two couldn’t have waited two more weeks. I needed that.” Ned hung his head and headed back into the living room. MJ shot you an annoyingly smug grin and disappeared to follow Ned.

Peter squeezed his arms around you and you melted into his touch. “Ya know, I really like that picture you took of me. You’re so freakin talented.”

You smiled against his neck. “Thanks, Pete. But it’s just a hobby, nothing special.”

“Trust me when I say, everything about you is special. And I hope I’m allowed to show you every day just how special you are to me.” He looked down at you, his chocolate brown were tinted with want. You could tell that he was nervous to be this open with someone.

You bent forward and kissed his lips sweetly. “Only if I get to do the same thing for you, Peter Parker.”

Peter embraced you tightly and lifted you off your feet and you could feel his face pressed into your hair. Your heart was soaring with excitement. The last thing you had expected from this weekend was catching the guy you’d been pining after for so long. It was an amazing feeling.

Finally, Peter reluctantly put you down but held your hand up against his heart. “I’ll be your lockscreen for as long as you’ll have me.”

“COME ON, YOU LOVEBIRDS.” You both burst out laughing as MJ screamed from the living room, snapping you out of your trance. You locked your hand with Peter and started gathering the sodas for your friends.

“You promised I could hold your hand if I got scared, right?” You quipped and Peter’s grin told you all you needed to know.

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11jj11 · 6 years

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Far From Yesterday - Ch 21 - Marissonshipping

Here’s chapter 21. :)

‘Hey, Alex...' A voice muttered in his ear, causing the Charmeleon to groan. He rolled over, shoving away the Pokemon nudging him. He only got a few moments of peace before he felt someone pawing at him once more. 'Alex, wake up!'

A silver eye cracked open, before it pressed closed once more. 'It's the middle of the night, Lucas,' Alex muttered, but the Electrike didn't stop. 'Just let me sleep...'

'But dude, you gotta wake up,' Lucas said, sounding both eager and on edge. 'The sky is all weird!'

'Well, when it's nighttime the sky gets all dark, you see...' Alex began, wincing as Lucas shot several sparks in his direction.

'Not funny! I'm not talking about nighttime– the sky is glowing all green!' Lucas exclaimed, and the Charmeleon stiffened up. Silver eyes shot open, the Charmeleon suddenly rolling to his feet, causing the Electrike to leap back.

Alex's eyes were wide, and he whipped his head up towards the small window of their enclosure. He told himself that this was just a mistake, he was just over reacting, Lucas had just probably saw a green light on a plane or something–

His heart skipped a beat as he stared through that small window though, fear filling his silver eyes. For a moment he couldn't move, staring up at the auroras flickering across the sky. The green lights danced, the sight almost hypnotizing, but it only filled the fire type with fear. He felt like a small Charmander again as he watched the lights.

'N-no...' Alex whispered.

'Pretty weird, isn't it?' Lucas said. 'Looks like lightning! But slow... and green... and yeah!'

'No!' Alex screeched, the shrill sound making Lucas scramble back as Alex leapt to his feet. Claws dug into the ground, his tail lashing as he stared up at the auroras– this had to be a dream– this couldn't be happening, not again.

'Um... Alex?' Lucas said uncertainly, but the Charmeleon had already scurried towards the hole they had been digging. Claws scratched at the soil, attempting to burrow even deeper. The Electrike watched him in confusion as he scraped at the dirt, but the earth was nearly rock beneath.

'N-no...' Alex whispered. 'It's back, it's b-back, it's back...'

'Dude?'

'The monster is back!' Alex cried, his whole body trembling. Memories flooded his mind, the terrifying moments that had been seared into his mind. The light from the auroras flared across their cell, causing the fire type to inch back. Tears stung his eyes, scales rattling as he stared up at the horrid sight.

'...You mean the lights?' Lucas asked uncertainly, glancing towards the window.

Alex swallowed, heart pounding as he tried to gather his racing thoughts. 'Th-they come from a monster...' He whispered, slowly climbing out of the hole with shaking limbs, and he began pacing the room. 'It must have followed her here... it followed her and now it's back,' Suddenly he froze up– eyes widening with fear. 'The baby!'

A new fear rose in Alex, one even more intense than when he had seen the lights. The baby... if the monster got near Mairin, if it took control of her again, then it wouldn't just be her at risk. The little baby growing within her... His thoughts turned towards his mother, and the egg that had been growing within her.

He couldn't let the monster take the life of another unborn child.

'...You said one of your pack mates was gravid, didn't you?' Lucas said, pawing at the ground, clearly not sure what to make of what was happening. 'The r-rest of your pack will be protecting her though, won't they...? That's what packs do...'

'I– she's not–' He began, flinching, and he closed his eyes. 'W-we need to get out of here,' Alex whispered, eyes sweeping their prison. 'Now.'

'Operation tunnel-out isn't going too well though,' Lucas said, glancing at their hole. It was about five feet deep and perhaps seven across, which was impressive on its own, but they simply hadn't been able to dig further. The ground was like rock, and it was only a matter of time until they hit the foundation of the building. Alex hissed at the hole, several cinders flying from his mouth.

'We need out of here,' Alex muttered, a growl rattling his throat, and Lucas inched back. He didn't give the Electrike any heed, forming a Dragon Pulse and launching it at the metal bars. They rattled slightly when struck, but held firm. 'We need out!'

'If we could break out of here we would have already done that,' Lucas said, pawing at the ground uncertainly, cringing as a silver-eyed glare was flashed his way. 'I thought tunneling would work but–'

'We're going to be carted off to fights if we don't get out of here!' Alex screamed at the top of his lungs, wheeling around to face him. 'Don't you get it?! They'll be pitting us in matches where one Pokemon won't be coming out alive! That's what'll happen if we don't get out of here!'

'Dude–'

'And if we don't get out of here now that monster is going to hurt my family!' Alex's cries rose to a roar, echoing throughout their prison. 'It took everything from me! My mother, my brother!' He started shaking, claws trembling. 'It's going to find Mairin again, it's going to hurt them again, and this time another innocent child will suffer! And I'm not losing my family again!'

Alex spun around, lowering his head and charging at the bars. He slammed his entire body against them, rattling against his weight. His scales ached from where he had crashed into the metal, and he stumbled back to charge again. Lucas watched him with wide eyes, the Electrike unsure of what to do as he watched his friend bash himself against the metal bars. Alex let out desperate cries with each charge, unrelenting as he slammed against them.

Tears stung his eyes, blurring his vision. They were going to get hurt again...

A whimper of pain escaped him as he slammed his body against the bars once more, but still they held firm.

I need to stop the monster...

Bruises formed along his scales, his desperation the only thing that kept him dragging himself around for another charge.

I need to protect the baby...

'Alex, you're hurting yourself,' Lucas whispered, taking a step forward, but still Alex threw himself at the bars. They creaked and shook, but yet they didn't even bend under his weight.

I... I need to... I need to protect Mairin...

A surge of energy washed over him as he lowered himself for another charge, a burst of light flaring up as he raced forward. The bright glow engulfed his whole form as he ran, his body humming with energy. He could feel himself growing with each step, body expanding as he rushed forward. His body swelled in size, neck stretching high out. Something burst free from his back, and he could feel his spikes and claws lengthening as he charged forward.

The sudden glow died down, and the newly evolved Charizard slammed into the bars.

The metal was as nearly unyielding as it had been before, barely even bending as a mass of muscle and scales slammed into it. But the hinges and screws that had been holding the bars to the wall had reached their limit– being torn right from the cement walls as Alex bashed into the metal bars.

Crash!

The bars were sent flying into the hallway, clattering against the ground as their enclosure was ripped open. Alex huffed, body shaking as he stared at the now-open entrance, blinking in surprise. His prison suddenly seemed much smaller, his head nearly scraping against the ceiling as he stood there. He shifted, his long neck craning far above the ground.

He could feel a ridge of spikes running down his neck, and two large... things were spread out across his back and sides. He shifted, the limbs unfamiliar to him as he instinctively folded them against his back. His tail was thick and muscular, a bright flame crackling at the end, and his claws curved to a deadly point.

He slumped against the wall, the sudden burst of energy from the evolution now gone. He pressed his head against the cool wall, a faint ache from his charges, but over all he felt unharmed. Something on him scraped against the wall as he shifted, and he lifted up a clawed hand to his head, frowning as he felt some-sort of crest right in front of his new twin horns.

'Woah...' An awed voice said from behind him. 'Dude, you look awesome...'

'I...' Alex said slowly. 'I evolved...?'

It was as if a stranger was speaking, his voice a deep rumble, and he couldn't help but flinch. He sounded strange, he felt strange... even everything looked strange. He twisted his head, his long neck making it so he didn't even have to move his body to look around. Lucas looked tiny– it felt as if one misstep would crush him!

'You look like a dragon,' Lucas decided after a moment. 'I've only seen one before– it was huge and blue! But you look like it!'

Alex's claws grasp the mega stone around his neck, the realization that he was now a Charizard settling in. Perhaps not a true dragon... but he was evolved. The goal that so many Pokemon looked forward too, and he was now here. He knew that he should be excited, happy... but he simply looked out into the hallway, closing his silver eyes.

'We got to get moving,' Alex said, taking a shaking step forward– and his wings instinctively flared open for balance. 'This may be our only chance to–'

Alex didn't get to finish his sentence, muttering a curse under his breath as he glanced down the hallway. Clearly slamming metal bars across the room didn't go unnoticed, as he could make out at least two human guards, and several Pokemon. The Charizard tensed, attempting to hiss, but a deep snarl rumbled out of his throat instead.

"...Um... I don't think that's a Charmeleon we have to deal with, Ross..." One of the guards muttered uncertainly.

Alex opened his maw, preparing a Dragon Pulse. The draconic energy filled his mouth in seconds, crackling as it grew. He released the attack, the burst of energy easily the most powerful Dragon Pulse he had ever unleashed. The twisting blue energy slammed into a Barbaracle, knocking it off of its feet. Silver eyes swept over the other Pokemon with the human, which was a Donphan.

'Come on!' Alex cried, turning and racing away in the opposite direction. He felt himself falling forward, arms reaching out to catch him. He tried not to think as he began running on all fours, simply letting instincts guide him through this new form. Lucas weaved between him, the much swifter Electrike taking the lead. They passed by other cages and enclosures, the Pokemon within either fast asleep or tiredly lifting their heads as they raced by.

'Eek!' Lucas cried, skittering to a halt as he rounded a corner. Alex craned his head around and found two more humans coming towards them– with a Seviper and Granbull accompanying them. His whole body tensed, knowing that these Pokemon would be trained to take on powerful Pokemon. 'N-now what?!'

He pushed himself onto his hind legs, claws curling as he thought of the lights dancing across the sky. Alex bared his teeth, a Fire Fang filling his maw. 'Get ready to fight– because I'm not going down quietly.'

Lucas shifted, before lowering himself into a charging position, electricity crackling around his body. A Spark formed around him, and with a howling bark he raced towards the humans coming towards them. Alex tensed, before whipping around and lashing out at the ones approaching them from behind. He sank his Fire Fang into the Donphan, lifting it up into the air and sending it flying back into one of the humans.

'For the pack!' Lucas howled, slamming into the Granbull.

'Trade me places!' Alex shouted as he watched the Barbaracle form a Razor Shell, knowing that the Electrike would do better if he had a type advantage. Lucas used a Quick Attack to avoid a Crunch from a Seviper, twisting and bolting to take on the other two humans.

The Charizard lashed out with his tail as the Seviper changed targets to him, knocking the Pokemon back. He released a Dragon Pulse at the Donphan, before turning to face the Seviper and Granbull– a Shadow Claw draped around both hands. He slashed the poison type across the face, before jabbing his claws into the Granbull's stomach. It took effort to guide this new form in a fight, but the power he held made up for any struggle with his movements– each strike he landed delivering a powerful blow.

The Granbull slammed a Thunder Punch into him, jolts of electricity winding up his body. The Seviper jabbed a Poison Tail into his gut, the blade-like end digging into his scales. Alex stumbled back, and one of the humans leveled a metal object at him, a blast echoing through the halls as a net was fired from it. Alex recoiled at the sound, stumbling and tripping over his new large form– and the net was fired over his head, engulfing the Donphan instead.

Lucas attempted a Fire Fang, a small burst of flames escaping his mouth, but it was of no threat to the Barbaracle. Snarling, the Electrike opted for a Thunder Fang instead, sinking his teeth into the Pokemon's arm. Alex slashed with a Shadow Claw at the nearest human, the raw force sending him flying back. A puff of smoke flared up from the Charizard's nostrils as he snorted, a deep growl rattling his throat.

He lashed out with his tail, catching the Granbull in the chest to keep him at bay. The Seviper hissed as it sprang at Alex once more, a powerful Wrap coiling around Alex's neck. He let out a gurgled cry as a Crunch sank into his shoulder, long fangs piercing right below a spike that jutted out from his wing joint. The Charizard stumbled back, attempting to tear the snake off from him.

"Keep 'im steady," One of the humans muttered as Alex struggled for air, one eye cracking open as he saw they were preparing to launch another net at him.

"Trike!" A voice snarled, Lucas speeding away from the Barbaracle towards the human, flames filling his mouth. "Elec!"

A Flamethrower poured from his throat– making the human leap back to avoid the rush of flames. The green Pokemon turned, electricity dancing between his teeth as he sprang towards the Charizard. The Electrike began to glow, the intensity of the light making Alex close his eyes as the Seviper coiled tighter around his throat.

"Sev!" The Seviper screamed in pain, his coils loosening around Alex as a Thunder Fang crunched into his back. Alex gasped for air, black spots dancing across his vision as he opened his eyes to watch a Manectric tear the snake off from him, the glow of evolution fading from around Lucas.

A Poison Tail was formed on the blade-like tail of the snake, but the Manectric simply used his newfound strength to swing the Seviper around, the attack hitting a charging Granbull instead. He released the Seviper, sending it flying, then fired a Flamethrower at the two Pokemon before they could recover.

Alex was down on all fours, bracing himself as he tried to rise. His wings hung open uselessly at his sides, lungs burning as they tried to recover the oxygen they had lost. Claws brushed against the mega stone on his neck, and the Charizard groaned as he forced himself to stand.

Lucas was standing in front of him, eyeing the several humans and Pokemon still standing. The Seviper had taken several brutal attacks, and the Donphan was still entangled in one of the nets. In the course of the fighting Alex and Lucas had managed to break through part of their ranks, so they were no longer surrounded– but they were still outnumbered. The Manectric glanced down the empty hall, then back at Alex.

'Go,' He said, lowering himself into a charging position as the others got ready to attack again. 'I'll hold them off.'

'Wha–' Alex began, his eyes widening. 'Wait, no, I'm not–!'

'If we both keep fighting they'll wear us out and more will come,' Lucas growled, sparks flickering across his yellow mane. His blue fur bristled as he built up an electric charge, shivering as the humans prepared to fire the net once more. 'Go, dude, while you have the chance.'

'I'm not leaving you!' Alex cried.

'Your pack needs you!' Lucas cried back. 'Go!'

He released a powerful Discharge as he called out, a wave of electricity rushing out from him. The Pokemon cringed as they were hit, while the humans let out cries of pain. Alex only hesitated for a moment, before remembering the auroras in the sky. He didn't have time to stay and fight– every moment here was another moment that monster was free. Gritting his teeth the Charizard turned, claws clattering against the cement floor as he charged down the hallway.

The Manectric let out a howl, engulfing himself in a Spark as he rushed towards their captors.

Alex's heart was pumping, eyes stinging as he raced forward. He knew what leaving Lucas here meant, knowing that the Manectric would be sold to the underground if he wasn't able to escape. He closed his eyes for a moment, before speeding around another corner, ignoring the other caged Pokemon that looked up at him.

Thank you, Lucas. Alex thought. I'll be back– I promise.

He could smell fresh air as he ran, the hallways getting wider as he continued on. His eyes scanned the room, looking for the exit, some way to get out of here. He barely even blinked when he saw two figures down the hall– backup just as Lucas had predicted. The human and Machoke looked unafraid as he ran right at them, running on all fours. He felt his wings on his back, remembering how his mother would use her own to strike with a Steel Wing.

He let them slide open, trying to imagine an energy surrounding them, trying to picture them glow with a metallic light. He could feel the limbs tingling, a faint glow covering his wings as he rushed at the ones blocking his path.

The Wing Attack flared to life, each wing glowing as he charged between the human and the Machoke, slashing at them with the attack. The force knocked them to the ground, allowing Alex to keep running. He rounded one more corner, not even pausing to see if they were standing to come after him. Hope surged within him as he saw a large metal door up ahead– the same door he had been through when he had been brought to this horrible place.

He lowered his head. He wasn't just a Charizard– but he had Tyranitar in his blood. He didn't allow himself to hesitate, stiffening as he forced himself to charge straight at the door.

Crash!

He bashed into the metal door, the force of his charge ripping it from the wall just like he had done with the bars. It was sent tumbling across the asphalt of the parking lot, the Charizard bursting out of his prison and into the night– stepping outside for the first time in ages. The cool air burned against his lungs, heart fluttering as he tasted the fresh air.

The moment didn't last– a mere glance up sending a rush of fear through him. He froze in his tracks– staring up at the sky with wide eyes. He had known that the auroras were there, he had seen them through the tiny window... but even that had been nothing compared to staring up at the wide open sky, the entire night blanketed in those horrifying green rays. An eerie silence filled the streets of Lumiose, only making the sight that much more frightening.

For a moment he felt like a little Charmander again, staring up at the Hoenn sky.

"There he is!" A voice shouted from the warehouse behind him, snapping Alex from his thoughts. He whipped his neck around, and could make out several figures rushing after him. His heart pounded– was Lucas okay? "Don't let it get away!"

He couldn't keep fighting them, he didn't have that time. He stared at them for a moment, before feeling a breeze rush by him. The newly evolved Charizard looked up at the sky, then down at his back. Twin spikes jutted out near shoulders, his two wings quivering in the wind. He raised them, for the first time stretching the limbs out to their full length. Wingtip to wingtip was easily as long as his new body, if not more. A feeling rushed through him, and he wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement.

He didn't listen to the calls behind him, simply lowering himself to the ground as he turned his gaze to the horrible green sky. His tail braced against the ground as his muscles tensed. His whole body coiled like a spring– before he leapt up into the air, wings flapping wildly as he threw himself towards the sky.

It wasn't just his wings or his leap that carried him upwards– he could feel the very air around him twisting, as if pulling him up. It was the same sensation he had felt when using Wing Attack, the same rush he had felt when he had evolved. It was more than just wings, but his flying typing bending the air about him to help him rush up towards the sky. He didn't even hear the cries of outrage from below– heart soaring as he realized he was flying.

In mere moments he was rising above the parking lot, wings working as he took himself higher. Soon he cleared the top of the buildings– the city and the streets below him, and the glowing sky above him. The moment was so surreal, so breathtaking– and for the first time in years he truly felt free.

But it wasn't a moment he could savor– his eyes locking on the auroras as he flew above the city. Something much more important was at risk, something much more valuable than flying through the sky. He angled his wings against the wind, not quite sure how he knew what to do, and began speeding across the city– eyes sweeping the streets below.

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Alain suddenly jerked awake– heart pounding.

The faint cries of a Charizard faded from around him, his dream melting away as he found himself suddenly awake. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, trying to take in his surroundings. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, not even under his covers, still in his day clothes. He glanced at the clock, the glowing numbers showing him it was the middle of the night.

It took him a moment for the events of the yesterday to rush into his mind, and he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He wasn't quite sure when he had even fallen asleep, all he remembered was having paced his room as night fell... then nothing. All he could recall after that was the dream he had been having moments before he had woken up, Charizard crying out for him...

"Zah!"

Alain flinched as he heard the same cry again, eyes widening. It was painful how real it sounded, to hear the cries of the one who had been like a sister to him, and he had to tell himself that it was all in his head. He forced himself to stand up, his lights on since he had fallen asleep before turning them off. He wondered if that was what had awoken him, but that still didn't explain what had jerked him so suddenly out of his sleep.

He paused as he reached the for the light switch– the unmistakable swishing of wings making him stop. He glanced at the window, his curtains drawn shut, but he could make out the faint glow of the streetlights from outside. It wasn't unheard of for Pidgeys to fly about outside or for a Murkrow to linger at night, but the sound he had heard clearly came from something much larger. He hesitated for a moment, listening.

"Zah!" A desperate voice called from outside, and Alain went completely still, recognizing the sound right away.

The cries of the Charizard hadn't been from his dream.

His heart started racing, because the call sounded just like the Charizard he knew in his memories. He closed his eyes for a moment, reminding himself that wasn't possible. Still, he had heard the cry, and he didn't know why a Charizard would just be roaming the city. Swallowing nervously he made his way towards the window, carefully listening, but heard nothing more.

He pulled the curtains back, before drawing up the blinds. As he slowly pulled the window open the first thing he noticed was the silence– no cars driving out on the road or the honking of horns. Even in the middle of the night the big city was usually teeming with life. Alain leaned his head out the window, trying to get a better view of the streets. A cool breeze was blowing, sending slight shivers racing down his arms.

"Zah!" A voice cried, and Alain's gaze flickered down to the creature standing outside the front of the lab.

The Charizard was looking up at him, breathing heavily, wings drooped at its sides. There was a red tint to its orange scales, its jagged gray underbelly quite different from any Charizard he had seen before. The fire type's appearance could only be described as intimidating– spines running down its neck, a crest sweeping over his head crowned by twin horns, and two sharp spikes jutting out from at his wing joints. Alain stared at the creature for a moment, freezing as a pair of familiar silver eyes met his.

"Zawah!" The Charizard cried, pointing upwards with its monstrous claws. Alain's eyes settled on the blue gem around the creature's neck, and his mouth went dry. "Zar!"

"A-alex?" Alain stuttered out, almost afraid to believe what he was saying. But there was no denying that those were the same eyes that had belonged to the Charmeleon, his mother's mega stone hanging around his neck. "How– what are you–?"

"Zah!" He screamed, stamping his feet. He looked up at Alain with a pleading gaze, desperation in his eyes. But Alain had yet to notice this, just staring at the Charizard with wide eyes. It wasn't until another rush of wind blew by, and a flicker of movement caught his eyes. His gaze shifted towards the front door of the lab, which was swinging in the wind– wide open.

"What on earth?" Alain whispered, narrowing his eyes.

Alex, tensing in frustration with being ignored, formed a Dragon Pulse in his maw– firing it skyward.

Alain flinched at the burst of light, instinctively glancing up as the attack faded. He went still as he finally saw what was the cause of Alex's panic, barely visible through the towering buildings that lined the road. The man's eyes widened as he stared up at the sky, every muscle freezing as he stared at the green auroras that flared across the night sky. For a moment he couldn't move, fear taking hold of him.

"Mairin!" Alain cried, shoving himself away from the window, scrambling towards the door of his room. He stumbled as he threw it open, charging down the hall. His heart hammered in his chest, the image of the open front door playing in his mind. His heart became heavy as he found Mairin's bedroom door open as well, food scattered across the floor... "Mairin!"

He was panting by the time he reached her doorway– her room and bed empty. A wave of fear crashed over him, the green lights from the auroras tauntingly lighting up her room. This scene was all too familiar to him, this fear all too real...

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"Alain!" Bonnie's voice cried, shaking his tent and Max's tent. "Alain! Max! Wake up!"

He groaned as he was pulled out of his sleep, the small Charmander sleeping next to him curling up tighter. The young man sat up in his sleeping bag, glancing to his side as he watched Max fumble for his glasses. The tent door unzipped open– revealing a panicked Bonnie, Floette, Quilladin, Dedenne, and Frogadier. The Pokemon were making panicked noises, while Bonnie crawled into the boys' tent.

"What's going on?" Max muttered, a Mightyena curled up at his feet giving a toothy yawn. Alain picked up the Charmander at his side, trying to get the young Pokemon to fall back asleep.

"Mairin's gone again!" Bonnie said, blue eyes lit with panic. "Tent door left open, she's not in sight, but her tracks are headed east," She paused for a moment, swallowing. "A-also that Absol is back, it woke me up and, and the sky is–"

She didn't get to finish her sentence, Alain springing to his feet the moment he heard Mairin was missing. He clutched Alex close to his chest, shoving Bonnie aside as he headed out into the night. The small Charmander curiously glanced upwards, before tugging on his shirt. Alain ignore this, along with the cries of the other Pokemon, heading straight for the girls' tent.

Empty sleeping bags greeted his eyes, an eerie white figure sitting in the middle of the tent. Alain froze up as his icy gaze met a pair of ruby eyes, the Absol that had been stalking Mairin silently watching him. He stiffened up at the creature– the one that always showed up whenever Mairin sleepwalked.

"Where is she?" Alain growled at the Absol.

"Sol," The creature said, standing up and trotting towards him. Alain pulled back, and the dark type slipped out of the tent, looking towards the east, before glancing back at Alain. He didn't want to shove the blame into the Pokemon, but ever since it had shown up Mairin had been reacting strangely. Headaches, being nearly impossible to wake up, and of course the sleepwalking...

"See!" Bonnie said. "Northern lights!"

Alain looked skyward as Bonnie spoke, for a moment there was nothing but stars in the sky, before a wave of green rushed across it. Humans and Pokemon stared up at the sky, watching as the auroras flickered across the clear sky before fading away. There was silence for a moment, before they flared up once more.

"Aurora borealis?" Alain muttered in confusion. "This far south? That's not possible–"

"Those aren't the northern lights," Max said, who had joined them outside. His eyes were wide, looking much more alert than he had a few minutes ago. He quickly jumped back into the tent, dragging his bag towards them. "Those... those were made by a Pokemon."

Bonnie frowned, nervously glancing at the Absol as it pulled up to her side. "I know the Amaura line can creature auroras and stuff, but those are small and locate, they can't cover the sky like that–"

"I don't care what's causing them," Alain growled, kneeling down and grabbing his shoes. "We need to go after Mairin– nocturnal Pokemon can be territorial!"

Alex had slunk up onto his shoulder, the Charmander staring up at the auroras with awe. The little fire type giggled, reaching up with his claws. The other Pokemon let out cries of agreement with Alain, while the Absol merely looked east– where more lights could be seen. Bonnie went to grab her shoes as well, slipping her backpack over her shoulders.

"Y-yeah," Bonnie said. "Didn't you say there were Cacturne on route 111, Max? That's where her tracks are heading!"

Max stumbled out of the tent, a tablet in his hands, eyes flickering across the screen. He had his Pokebelt slipped over one arm, a look of nervous awe on his face as he looked down at the screen. "Cacturne shouldn't be our worry tonight," He muttered, then he glanced at the lights. "I think we're dealing with something much stronger."

"All the more reason to find Mairin," Alain muttered, barely listening to his words. He quickly took off in the direction where the tracks lead, the Pokemon at his heels. He shot a glare at the Absol, but she gave no movement to leave their group, and finally with a sigh Alain looked at Max's Mightyena. "Track her down– like you usually do."

His voice was tense, but the Pokemon seemed to realize the frustration wasn't directed at him. The canine sniffed at the tracks, trotting ahead of the group as he tried to gather Mairin's scent. Max and Bonnie were quickly following after them, trying to keep up with Alain's strides.

"The knight needs to go rescue his princess," Bonnie said with a giggle.

"Now's not the time for jokes!" Alain snapped– ever since Mairin had nearly slept walked into a lake he refused to take her wanderings lightly. There was set determination in his eyes, one hand wrapped around one of his Pokeballs. "We need to find Mairin!"

"Come on Alain," Bonnie said, grinning. "We both know you like her– just admit it."

Alain said nothing, simply following Max's Mightyena towards the desert.

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Alain shook himself from the memories, stumbling back in the hallway. The auroras were back, and Mairin was gone... the auroras were back, Mairin was gone...

He ran back to his room, fear coursing through his body. Last time there had been warnings, signs he promised himself he'd be ready for if that monster ever returned. But... but there had been nothing. Mairin hadn't slept walked in years, she had barely been sleeping at all! The only headaches she got were from when she lingered around psychic types for too long, but nothing to suggest that it was back...

But the auroras only proved that the Deoxys had returned.

"Sh-she's gone!" Alain cried, shaking as he turned back towards the window– only to jump back with he saw an orange shape staring right at him. Alex's silver eyes peered at him from the window, panicked whimpers coming from the giant Charizard. He shakily stumbled towards the window and found that the fire type had climbed up to the second story window, claws digging into the side of the lab.

"Zah!" Alex cried.

"M-mairin's gone," Alain whispered, breathing becoming ragged. "She'd gone and I didn't– agh!"

Alex had stuck his long neck through the window, mouth opening as he reached for Alain. Sharp fangs pierced the back of his shirt, careful to avoid his skin, and Alex began to drag him towards the window. Alain struggled against the lizard, but the fire type was easily stronger than the human. A small yelp escaped Alain as he was dragged out the window– and suddenly he found himself dangling from the Charizard's mouth, just like a Skitty carrying its kitten.

"Al-alex...?" Alain said, his panic surging as he stared down at the fall below him if the lizard was to let out. His shirt was painfully cutting into his skin as Alex grasped it in his mouth. "Put me down–!"

Alex swung his neck around, tossing Alain up into the air, letting go of him. A cry of fear escaped him as he was thrown up, stomach twisting as he started falling– right onto Alex's back. He narrowly avoided the sharp spikes on his wing joints by inches, and one of the blunt spines on the lizard's neck hit him in the chest.

"Ow," Alain gasped, one hand grabbing the where he had been hit, the other lashing around Alex's neck to keep him from sliding off. "Wh-what are you doing– you're covered in spikes you just can't throw me like that–!"

Alex glanced back to make sure Alain was secure, before sniffing the air. The lizard then began climbing up the side of the building farther, claws digging into the walls of the lab. Alain let out a yelp, grabbing the nearest spine with his other hand to keep him in place. He was grateful for the Charizard's rough scales, giving him some traction to keep him from falling to the ground. He swallowed nervously, glancing up at the aurora-covered sky as the lizard only climbed higher.

The Charizard let out a snort as he reached the roof, while Alain let out a sigh of relief as Alex leveled out on the top of the lab– Alain no longer clinging vertically to his back. The night was still frightening silent as Alex scurried to the edge of the roof, hooked claws keeping him from sliding off. The wind felt even stronger from up here, and Alain shivered as they looked out over the city, one hand grabbing the key stone around his neck.

"N-now what?" Alain whispered.

Alex unfurled his wings.

Alain's eyes widened. "W-wait you're not thinking of–" The lizard tensed, crouching. "–You've never carried a passenger before–" Alex didn't seem to be listening, down on all fours as he prepared to jump. "–We're three stories up–!"

The Charizard leapt off the roof, and Alain closed his eyes, praying to whatever legendary was listening.

Large wings began flapping, catching a breeze that took them into the air. The lizard gave a proud rumble as he rose up into the sky, wings working to keep them up. Alain slowly opened his eyes when he realized they weren't falling, and found that the were racing above Lumiose City. A stillness came over him as he flew on the back of the Charizard, memories filling his mind...

"Zar," Alex rumbled, eyes locking on the auroras overhead.

Alain's hands tightened on Alex's spine. "...Can you take me to Mairin?"

"Zah!" The Charizard gave a single nod, slowly turning towards where the auroras were the brightest. A sense of dread washed over Alain as he saw those bright lights, Alex angling himself towards the west. He steadily flew on, the fear in Alain growing as he found that the auroras were coming from outside the city– from route 13.

The Lumiose badlands– Kalos' desert.

Alain swallowed. "We're coming, Mairin."

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The first thing Mairin noticed was the sand.

She shivered, hating the gritty feeling of the grains between her bare feet, the chill of the desert night making her shiver. She wrapped her arms around herself, a yawn escaping her as she slowly began to awaken. She felt far from rested, feet and legs aching as if she had just been running. She weakly flexed her toes, a frown coming over her face.

She shifted her arms, eyes widening in confusion as she found herself in control of her body. She had so many dreams about the desert– but never once had she been able to have control over what she did. What she had seen were always memories, what happened already set in stone.

So why could she move now?

She looked around– nothing looked out of place from her dreams. The auroras filled sky, the chill of the night, the desert around her... she frowned as she looked around though, beginning to notice that things weren't normally how they were in the dreams.

There was a red tinge to the sand, the grains not the tan like she was used to viewing in her dreams. And unlike the star-filled sky that was covered with auroras there was only a few stars in this sky tonight, a faint glow on the horizon showing that a city wasn't far. The auroras flared out with an intensity that she hadn't seen before in her dreams.

She slowly stumbled back, the realization that this wasn't a dream washing over her.

Everything hurt– her wounds, her legs, her heart. She didn't know how she had gotten here, and her limbs trembled in hunger. She stiffened up as she saw a shadow fall over her– and she quickly whipped around. Her eyes widened as she stared up at the figure hovering above her, empty eyes watching her.

She recognized the creature right away from the picture she had seen– the sight of the alien making her freeze up. The Deoxys slowly landed on the sand, silent as she stared at her with unblinking black eyes. Vivid red skin was highlighted with neon green marks, a gem of the same color embedded into its chest. The creature didn't make a sound as Mairin let out a small gasp, her body feeding her a fear her mind did not know.

She didn't remember seeing this creature, but yet her mind knew she had seen it before. She stumbled back several steps, shaking in fear. Even though no picture had been present in her folder, she instantly knew that this Deoxys was the same one it had spoken of.

The Pokemon was unmoving save for its arms, coiled and unnatural, swaying in the desert night. A slight frown tugged at Mairin's face, instantly noticing that one of its foreign arms was shorter than the other– ends blackened as if it had been burnt away. The creature glanced down at the limb as it noticed Mairin staring, before looking back at her.

She scrambled back, knowing she needed to get away from this creature.

#marissonshipping #alain #mairin #alex #my fics #visitor the deoxys

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How about Toff and the fathers of Lin and Suyin?

Send me a character and I’ll write 10 headcanons for them! Or a lengthy not-fic about what happens to them after canon, I guess that works too, brain, thanks ever so for your contribution.

So I… haven’t actually watched Korra yet. I kept meaning to, and it just never happened. Oops. How about some Toph headcanons that are completely unrelated to anything from LoK? Most of them under the cut bc this got away from me in a BIG way.

Toph used to dream about telling her parents she was the best bender in Gaoling. That was why she started joining underground bending tournaments, actually: so she could show them her champion belt and say, See? See how much your daughter can do?

That’s not actually why she joined the tournaments. She knew from the beginning that it would never work. She just wanted to feel, for a little while, the freedom and strength she had felt with the badger moles. After every tournament, she’d tell herself, One more. One more, and then I’ll tell them. One more, and it’ll be enough.

Toph wasn’t surprised by her parents’ reaction to her bending. She was furious, she was heartbroken, but she wasn’t surprised.

Toph loves junk food. (We all know this in our hearts.) As a daughter of the house of Bei Fong, she’d never had a potato chip in her life, and the first time they have some time to kill at a street market, Toph makes Aang take her round to every fast food stall in the place and buy her one of everything. She feels queasy and uncomfortable the rest of the day, but she refuses to regret it. (Sokka nearly faints when he hears how much money they’ve spent, and Toph regrets that a bit.)

She discovers that she really likes Fire Nation cuisine in general, with its tendency toward dramatic use of spices. They buy a kebab or something at a Fire Nation village, and it sets Toph’s entire mouth on fire. She falls instantly in love.

“It’s food that hates you, Katara! I’ve been punched in the face by a kebab!”

After the war, she decides she wants to learn how to cook. If you ask Toph how it went, she picked up a valuable skill. If you ask any of the string of harried chefs she leaves in her wake, they will turn very pale and beg you never to bring her back. It’s not that she isn’t enthusiastic to learn, and the blindness isn’t even that much of a hindrance because there’s a lot you can tell about your ingredients from smell and touch alone. But Toph’s very proud of her new metalbending abilities, and she practices at every opportunity. Do you know how much metal is in a kitchen, these chefs will ask you. Do you know how much damage that metal can do when it’s flying through the air into the hands of a young girl who wants to show you how fast she can whisk this egg. Do you know what she did to the stove.

Toph is really uncomfortable around Suki. You know those girls who are charming and smart and effortlessly graceful, a couple years older than you and always so kind, warm and friendly and infinitely cool, like the badass older sister you always dreamed of having? That’s Suki. Toph only knows how to be elegant in the context of high-society parties, and no matter how badass a fighter she knows she is, she has never in her life been effortlessly cool. She never knows how to talk to Suki about anything other than fighting. Suki thinks Toph just doesn’t like her much, and gives Toph her space. Toph absolutely hates this, but she doesn’t know how to fix it.

Taking down a fleet of war blimps together helps a little.

A lot of people want to learn bending from Toph after the war – metalbending, especially, but also earthbending in general. This twelve-year-old girl is one of the best earthbenders in the entire world, after all. She has people showing up every day, begging for the privilege of being her student. At first she’s pretty into the idea – she taught the Avatar, and he saved the world with it. Clearly she’s a fantastic teacher. She holds auditions and takes the most dedicated, the most impressive. She starts teaching them.

It’s awful. She hates it. Turns out teaching Aang how to understand the earth is very, very different from teaching a bunch of people more than twice her age how to stand, how to move their arms, how to breathe. She’d never realized before how much of bending was instinctual for Aang – he’s the Avatar, he’s not learning bending so much as remembering it from a past life. She’d never realized, either, how much of bending was instinctual for her. She struggles to explain how she moves to make the earth do what she wants, or how her students should move to do the same. More than one lesson ends with Toph getting so frustrated that she stomps her feet hard enough to knock over a wall, then storms off before she can cry actual tears of rage in front of these people.

She closes the school after a month. People keep showing up, though, asking her to teach them. She’s equal parts angry and ashamed every time she turns them away. She’d thought this was something she could do.

(Later, when she is older and more confident, when she’s had long conversations with benders who’ve been perfecting their craft for decades, she tries again. She finds a few promising students – young this time, almost as young as she is – and shows them how to feel the earth. She tells them to close their eyes and doesn’t worry if it means she’s forcing them to ignore their most important sense. She dumps mud on them and tells them to feel every speck of it on their skin, and get it off with nothing but bending. She tells them to move their hands and feet however feels right, so long as they’re strong and in tune with the earth. In short, she doesn’t bother adhering to any rules about how you’re supposed to teach bending.

This time, people leave her school with confidence and skill. Toph takes on more and more students. The best ones learn how to metalbend. Toph watches with her feet as her students learn how to listen to the earth, and finds that she’s proud of them. It’s a warm glow in her chest, and it never leaves her, the rest of her life.)

She leaves, to avoid the constant barrage of would-be students, and goes to stay with Sokka for a bit. He’s at the Fire Nation’s premier engineering university, and he has a huge apartment that the city gave him. (All of them get gifts wherever they go, these days. Some of them are more comfortable about this than others. Sokka never seems to mind it at all.) There’s more than enough room for Toph to move in with him, and he’s happy to have her. Every day he comes home from his classes bursting with information about machinery and thermodynamics. He sketches a dozen new inventions a week, and describes them all to Toph in convoluted detail. She understands about a quarter of what he says, but she makes a valiant effort to poke holes in all his ideas anyway.

Sokka gets letters from the others all the time, and always reads them out to Toph. When he answers, he reads that aloud too, and Toph calls out jokes and additions. He puts them all in, and letters from the two of them are a jumbled mess.

After one particularly memorable letter from Suki, the opening lines of which are, unfortunately, seared into Toph’s mind forever, Sokka started reading the ones from his girlfriend in private first, and giving Toph an abridged version.

Sometimes they talk about the war. Mostly when they do, it’s lighthearted, “Remember that camp by the town with the weird fish statue, where Aang tried to turn a waterfall into a water slide?” Sometimes it’s… not.

I was gonna write something angsty here about their darker conversations but honestly, I’m not sure I have the skill to pull that off in a single bullet point, and anyway we all know what conversations they were having. These were children who saved the world from an oppressive invader. Every day they walked through war-torn places and they never stopped to help for long. Every night they went to sleep wondering if they’d wake up to Azula fireballing them in the face. Now they’re heroes, and the world is rebuilding, and they’ve never lived in a world that isn’t at war.

After a while Toph gets restless, walking aimlessly day after day through this Fire Nation city while Sokka’s in school, and she goes to visit Zuko. Zuko greets her warmly, hugs her close, thanks her for coming, and gives her rooms in his palace, but he’s horribly busy. She’s invited to the daily dinner banquets, where Zuko sits at the head of a huge hall and the whole court watches him for weaknesses. She slips back into her cultured elegance like putting on clothes several sizes too small. Zuko sits her at his right hand and they talk, but it’s stilted and strange, each of them smiling stiffly through masks they don’t know how to wear well. She stops going to the banquets.

They hadn’t grown especially close, the two of them, back when they were fighting and fleeing together, not like they had with the others. But they’d understood each other, in their approach to bending and to ending the war. They’d understood each other, too, in ways neither of them was really comfortable admitting – both of them highborn children who would never be what their parents wanted, both of them used to luxury and quietly amazed by all the unexpected things involved in living off the land, both of them secretly proud of themselves for handling it so well. Both of them dedicated to winning the war because of their ideals, because of what they knew to be wrong, not due to personal loss. Both of them sitting awkwardly as Katara and Sokka, and later Suki, reminisced about struggling to find enough food for the winter, about passing clothing down through so many generations that it was patched beyond recognition, about learning to fight when they were barely old enough to hold a weapon.

They talked about it so glibly, laughing about the horrible taste of boiled seaweed for the fiftieth day in a row, showing off scars from when they’d stabbed themselves with knives they were too small to wield properly. Aang had laughed at their jokes and been horrified at their scars. Zuko hadn’t laughed, and Toph had heard the shame thick in his voice as he offered scars of his own, from firebending duels with his sister. (He never talked about the one on his face. Toph realized, later, that he assumed they knew how he’d gotten it. They never asked him about it

Toph always figured he had more to be ashamed of than she did – her nation, her family, hadn’t started the war, after all – but she’d been warm and fed and pampered while her friends had been starving, and she didn’t even have scars to show for it.

Now Zuko’s a king and Toph is his honored guest, and she wanders the hollow wooden halls of his palace – Zuko’s palace, her friend’s palace, her friend is a king and he lives in a palace – with one hand trailing on the painted walls. People bow and move out of her way wherever she walks. Generals try to talk to her about battles and tactics, about how a tiny group of violently powerful children evaded an entire army for nearly a year. Their voices are awed and condescending all at once, laced with suspicion and derision and oily flattery. Toph smiles the polite, unassuming smile of a daughter of the house of Bei Fong, and tells them that really it was Sokka who handled the tactics and strategy, she was mostly there to save everyone’s hide when things went wrong.

Then she remembers herself, remembers that she saved the world and she doesn’t have to be anyone’s daughter now. She starts telling them to fuck off.

She thinks, walking through the peaceful palace gardens, feeling the life that wriggles and squirms and breathes through the soil, that if her parents could see her now, friends with a king, they’d — well, actually, they’d probably want to arrange a marriage. At the thought, Toph starts to laugh, and she laughs so hard she has to sit down by one of the elegantly sculpted fountains and rock back and forth, gasping for breath. She hasn’t thought about marriage in so long – over a year, though it feels like so much longer. It used to be such a certainty, looming over her future, that her parents would arrange a marriage with some nice, malleable member of the middle aristocracy, who didn’t mind having a useless blind girl for a wife if it meant marrying into the Bei Fong family. But she’s no one’s daughter now. She resolves, there in an ornamental garden, laughing loud enough to scare the turtleducks, that she will never marry.

Zuko, almost to her surprise, steals time to hang out with her when he can. The first time he showed up in her rooms unannounced, it was in the middle of the afternoon, and he stood and cleared his throat the moment Toph walked in. Her room was tiled in stone – a small consideration that she’d been unreasonably pleased about, when she first saw it – so the moment Zuko put his feet on the floor, Toph recognized him. “Hey,” he started to say, nervous and stilted, “I hope you’re—”

Toph didn’t think about it. She barreled forward to give him a hug, catching him round the waist and almost knocking him back into the couch. She was almost instantly embarrassed, and started to draw back, but before she could, Zuko wrapped his arms hesitantly around her, and then he was hugging her as tight as she was hugging him.

Zuko doesn’t have much free time, but every few days he shows up in her rooms with a plate of delightfully spicy food and a bottle of something that she’s probably too young to be drinking and bitches to her about his advisors, the nobility, the merchant guilds, and the treasury officials constantly shoving new expense reports under his nose. Toph mocks all of them and offers to catapult people out of a window for him.

“No really, I won’t even need bending, these aristocrats are almost as bad as Aang about keeping their feet planted. I’ll just sneak up on them and grab them by the ankle. They’ll never expect it, come on Zuko, it’ll be hilarious!”

They talk, too, about the war. When they do, Toph tells him about the things she’d seen, wandering the subjugated Earth Kingdom. Zuko listens, without interrupting, and Toph thinks that maybe the silence is from shame, and she almost stops. But when he does talk, Zuko asks questions, probes for details. The conversation always turns to how to fix it. The two of them spitball ideas back and forth for how to start healing a shattered world.

They feel acutely the absence of their friends. Aang would be so much better at peacemaking, Zuko laments. Katara would be so much better at understanding what the deeper problems really are. Sokka would have so many ideas for improving access to isolated villages or distributing food and aid efficiently over all the vast expanse of the ravaged Earth Kingdom.

“So why don’t you ask him?” Toph says. “All he does all day is come up with weird new inventions anyway. He might as well come up with something useful.”

Zuko’s letters to the others have always been few and far between, and slightly reserved. He’s been very busy, and a part of him sort of assumed that now they weren’t stuck traveling with him anymore, they wouldn’t want anything to do with him. At Toph’s urging, he asks Sokka about a couple of his mechanical dilemmas, and is startled at how quickly he gets an enthusiastically rambling answer, complete with several pages of blueprints.

Toph tries to get him to do the same with Aang and Katara, but this he won’t do.

“They don’t have time to solve my problems,” Zuko tells her.

“Isn’t solving people’s problems pretty much Aang’s whole job now? He can just put you on the list.”

Zuko bows his head, like he’s looking into his drink, and says quietly, “If the Avatar is solving the Fire Lord’s problems, then either the Avatar works for the Fire Lord, or the Fire Lord is too weak to rule on his own. Either way, it just causes more problems.”

Toph, who grew up surrounded by the petty intrigues of politics and knows the weight of rumor and reputation, doesn’t contest this. She does say, “You should write them more anyway. Real letters. I bet they miss you.”

Zuko huffs out a laugh, and takes a swig of his drink, and doesn’t answer.

She goes to find Aang and Katara next. They’re wandering the world again, flying from city to town to village, and Toph thinks maybe it’ll be like old times. It even is, when they’re in the sky and Toph’s whole world is air, empty space, nothing but the rustling of the wind in Appa’s fur and the warm round weight of Momo sleeping on her belly. The three of them tease each other, tell jokes, share stories from the months they’ve spent apart, and it feels like home.

There’s no looming threat anymore. It’s strange, still, even after so many months. Toph used to spend the first few minutes after they landed anywhere stretching her senses as far as she could, looking for any signs of people. Now, the first time they land, she feels hundreds of people, and there are a good ten to twenty of them headed right for them, and she panics. She shouts for the others to run and pulls a wall of stone up between them and the oncoming force, eight feet tall and as wide as she can make it, and she’s bracing for the call to topple the wall onto the enemy and run for Appa while Aang and Katara cover their retreat, only instead she hears them yelling at her to stand down. That there’s no threat, that they’re safe, that she’s going to hurt someone.

They sleep in the cities, not in makeshift campsites. Village elders give over their homes to the Avatar and his friends. City mayors offer them luxurious quarters. Aang spends a few hours talking to the people in charge of each new place, then goes out into the streets and spends the rest of the day there, looking for the people he’s not supposed to be talking to. Katara and Toph flank him, and at the formal meetings Toph finds herself once again slipping into formal elegance, while on the streets she tries to keep track of all the people around them, whether they’re threats, whether there’s something Aang should be seeing that’s being kept from them. It’s impossible to track so many moving bodies, and it gives her a headache to try. She tries anyway, because a headache is no price to pay for keeping Aang safe, for helping him heal the world. Several times she stumbles or nearly walks into something, so focused on how everyone’s reacting to Aang that she doesn’t notice the obstacles in her own path. After a while Katara moves to her side, puts an arm around her shoulders as they walk. Toph leans into her, relieved.

Katara is still the nearest thing she has to a mom. Katara makes sure the three of them are getting enough food and sleep and aren’t wearing themselves out. Katara keeps track of their provisions now that Sokka’s gone, and she and Aang work together to figure out their route. Katara makes sure Toph doesn’t get into fights with city officials. (Sometimes Katara gets into fights with city officials, at which point Toph cheers her on and Aang tries desperately to mediate.) Katara makes sure they don’t lose heart at the sheer daunting size of the task ahead of them. Katara sees Toph sitting alone one night against Appa’s side, knees pulled up to her chest and tears running silent down her face, and comes to sit next to her.

Eventually Toph says, “We’re only a few days away from Gaoling.”

Katara nods. “We’ve been wondering whether we should stop there,” she says softly.

Toph shrugs. “Gaoling was mostly untouched by the war. Not a lot of scars there for the Avatar to heal. It’s got some solid political clout in the whole region, though – probably worth making some connections there.”

“It’s up to you,” Katara says. “We’ll go if you want to go.”

Toph pulls her knees closer to her chest. After a moment she leans into Katara, and Katara puts an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close. Toph falls asleep like that, with Appa snoring gently behind her and Katara murmuring a lullaby into her hair.

They go to Gaoling. They talk to the city’s ruling council, as they do in every city, and Toph braces herself for it but her parents aren’t there. Close to the start of the meeting, one of her cousins – she has a lot of cousins, most of them in her parents’ generation, none of them close – turns to her and says, “Your family has been worried by your long absence, Toph Bei Fong. We are relieved to see you well.”

She should bow politely before answering, she knows – but he didn’t bow to her. Maybe he technically outranks her, maybe she owes him deference as an older cousin – but she’s at the Avatar’s left hand, and she’s grown used to being no one’s daughter. She doesn’t bow, and she doesn’t smile. She just says, “I notice my parents are absent from the council.”

“They rarely attend,” her cousin says. “They were much grieved by your loss.”

Toph stands abruptly, jarring the table with a clatter of cups and plates. She does not say, “Oh were they.” She does not say, “My loss?” She does not say, “I’m not fucking dead, I’m right here, the war’s been over for two years and they never so much as sent a note—”

She does not say any of this. She turns to Aang and Katara and says, “I’ll meet you in the city once you’re done here.” Then she turns and leaves.

The gate to her family estate is closed. She puts a hand on the wrought iron and knows that she could twist it out of shape, could wrench a hole out of it and step through. Instead she kicks at the earth and launches herself up and over the gate, landing in a neat roll on the manicured lawns. She walks unimpeded to the front door, marveling at the lack of security – there used to always be guards on the walls, where did they go? was it always this easy to get in, or to get out? – and goes looking for her parents.

She’s not surprised, when she finds them, by their reaction. Furious, yes. Heartbroken. But not surprised.

They go to Omashu and King Bumi greets them by siccing Flopsy on them. A giant goat-gorilla comes bounding at them before they’ve even landed and knocks Aang flat as soon as he hits the ground, looking for treats. Appa gives a disgruntled roar, probably jealous, and the huge thing keens in fear and starts running around in circles. Aang’s feet have gotten caught in its collar and he goes flying through the air, trying to get himself free without hurting Flopsy, screaming all the while for Katara and Toph to do something. Katara and Toph are too busy laughing themselves silly. When Bumi finally comes out to meet them, Toph giggles out, “I like your rabbit.” Bumi tells her solemnly, “You’re not the only one. Flopsy’s more popular than I am, so I’ve made him king of Omashu. We all pay our taxes in carrots now.”

Toph and Bumi play so many pranks together. So many. Bumi’s court is actually pretty used to it by this point, but Aang and Katara aren’t. One night at dinner, Bumi sticks all of the furniture and himself to the ceiling with his bending, and screeches in horror when he sees the three of them walking in “upside down.” Katara freezes in shock, and Aang starts airbending a shield above his head before he realizes what’s happening. Toph, who saw it coming from out in the hallway, laughs so hard she cries.

She talks to Bumi a lot about earthbending, about the feel of dirt hardening between your fingers, about the shift and grind of stone as you pull boulders from the ground. She tells him about the sand raiders taking Appa, and the next day he takes her to a sand-filled arena and they duel there for three hours. She gets her ass handed to her, and she gets sand everywhere, but it’s the most fun she’s had in ages. They duel every day, and after leaving Omashu Toph makes a point of practicing wherever she can, until she can bend sand almost as well as she can bend solid ground.

She’s never met anyone else who bends, not just with his whole body, but with his whole being. Bumi’s fascinated by the way she uses bending to see, and she tries to explain it to him as thoroughly as she can, because she’s finally found someone who understands.

Toph travels a long time with Aang and Katara, roaming the world from top to bottom and all the way around.

They stop for a while on Kyoshi Island and she realizes, when she sees Suki running forward to greet them, that her old awkward embarrassment is gone. Suki’s just as flawlessly cool as she always was, but somehow Toph’s not intimidated by it any more. The two of them become friends in a way they never had a chance to before, and it actually does feel a lot like having a badass older sister.

Eventually, almost by coincidence, they find Zuko and Sokka visiting a coastal city that caught the brunt of the attack on the day of Sozin’s Comet. Sokka and Katara rush into a hug, and are teasing each other about their hair and clothes in five seconds flat. Sokka only lets go of his sister long enough to sweep Aang and Toph into hugs of their own, then he starts tugging on Katara’s arm and urging them all to come see the structural supports they’re building for the new docks.

By then Zuko’s reached them, trailed by his gaggle of advisors and attendants. He bows deeply to Aang, who returns the gesture, and says, “We welcome you, Avatar, to these shores.” Aang thanks him, just as formally – he’s learned how to be formal, these days. Toph listens to how their hearts are pounding nervous in their chests and can’t believe she’s friends with such idiots.

“Now kiss!” she hollers. Everyone stares. Sokka’s the first to start laughing, then Katara and Aang and finally Zuko’s laughing too, and Sokka drags Zuko into a group hug, and after that everything is – it’s not perfect, it’s not simple, but it’s okay. After that, it’s okay.

#toph beifong #atla #finx writes #finx has friends on the internet #this was a lot of fun to do #you guys should send me more so I can procrastinate homework in fun and creative ways #also this legit did help me with midterm stress so thank you #I have iroh lined up to do next #and loki for when I watch ragnarok - hopefully this weekend #I'm gonna try to keep it shorter than this for the sake of my sanity but either way it should be fun #also the iroh one is probably not gonna be that much shorter than this it's already getting away from me and I'm only a few bullet points in

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