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mysterioushistorian · 2 months

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A Perfect Life

A Homestuck fanfic about my GamTav old men AU. A lot of fluff!! Enjoy ^-^

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It feels like forever ago.

But it has just been a year. A year since you walked in that hall in a white dress, flower bouquet in hands, petals being gently thrown over you and your lover standing there, wearing a nice tie and a purple ribbon wrapped nicely on his badass left bull horn, waiting for you. It was a simple wedding, only your friends were invited, yet that was a meaningful moment, one of the best days of your entire life.

The presents were wonderful. Despite many of your so called "friends" still being in odd terms with you, they still agreed to come to this special day, even if most of them came for Tavros only. Aradia gave you a brown mug with your purple sign on it. The inside of the mug had a small text in purple saying "happy wedding 0u0". Tavros seemed to get a similar mug, his being purple with his bronze sign stamped on it. Aradia is so sweet, you’re glad to be on good terms with her. She makes your Tavros happy. She’s almost like a human sister to him.

And just like Arasis, Fefsis is also good with you. In fact, you dare to say that her present was the best of all. She all up and used her miraculous life powers and extended your Tavbro’s lifespan to equal yours, so you don’t ever have to worry about outliving your love. You were in tears, and tackled her in a tight hug, thanking her all the way for that glorious, impeccable gift.

You were responsible for baking the wedding cake, and you are really happy to see how much people liked it. You very rarely eat sopor now, you finally got over it after many years and much support from Tavros. Since Subjuggulator profession is gone now, there’s no need for sopor slime in this planet, but many trolls — including you and your bronze husband — stick to it, as they’re used to it.

When you and your newlywed husband got home that night, you both fell on the couch and cuddled until you fell asleep, content with the life you’re living.

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You were shaken out of your thoughts by a slight tug at your mess of a hair. You zoned out in the bath, again, remembering how it’s been a year since you and your husband got married. Speaking of him, he’s taking a bath with you, washing your hair that has been growing quite a lot lately, and despite how messy it is, you both like it. So you keep it, even if it’s awful to take care of it.

Tavros tried to be as gentle as possible. The feel of his big, rough but sweet hands scraping gently against your scalp feels very good, you love when he takes care of you. You gladly return the favor, by cooking his faves for him, and massaging him whenever he has back pains, or if he’s stressed you curl up with him on the couch and puts Pupa Pan for him to watch.

“You okay over there?” He asked, regarding the amount of knots in your curls. He has grown so comfortable around you, he rarely ever stutters with you nearby anymore. You feel so happy for him.

“Yeah man, ’m good.” You waved him off and allowed him to resume washing your hair. When he finishes, you turn around to hug him and rest your chin atop his head, your growing goat beard slightly tickling the shaved area of his scalp. He gladly returns his gesture, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around your skinny, but not weak body. You let out a sigh of contention. You enjoyed peaceful moments like this, just the two of you enjoying the silence and each other’s company.

He lightly flutters his wings — pupated wings, a true miracle in your honest opinion — and playfully splashed you with water. Despite you two being grown up adults, your goofyness and sillyness from childhood are still there. You laugh and splash him a bit too, engaging in a small war of who can splash the other more.

You left the bathtub laughing and giving each other light kisses on the face. You put on a royal purple robe while Tavros wrapped himself in a black towel with polkadots, and went to your room.

You headed to the kitchen to make dinner while he chose a book to read — you love it when he reads it out loud for you. While cooking, you caught yourself thinking about something that has been on your mind for a while now. Despite loving this simple life you have, just the two of you, it’s still lonely for part of the day. Tavros works, while you stay at home to do the domestic chores.

Your Tavros got a job as what humans call a veterinary, meaning that he takes care of sick lusii and beasts. He just doesn’t like seeing the poor creatures suffering and wants to do anything to help them. He is such a sweetheart, one of the many reasons you fell red for him.

He uses his communion abilities to find out exactly what the problem is, and by informing the other vets about it, the job gets much easier by knowing exactly what to do.

He also takes some time to work out. Sure, when he was in a wheelchair he got some upper body strength, and those horns, man, those things must be so heavy. Not any troll could handle that weight, but your Tavbro has a strong neck and body. After you — quite easily — convinced Equius to build him a pair of robot legs, he began weight lifting. You just love to see him lifting up those things, and you know he would never use that strength for any malice.

Wait, what were you thinking about again? Motherfuck, you zoned out again. Got distracted by your miraculous husband. You were thinking about... Hmm– Oh yeah! About how you wanted to talk to him about something important.

You finished cooking and put them on the table, along with the silverware. Your husband came from the room wearing freshly clean pajamas, stretching his gorgeous body and giving his miraculous wings a flutter. He smiled when he noticed you and you grinned widely back, both of you showing your fangs.

“I can’t really smell much, from our block but, uh, what’s for dinner?” Tavros asked.

“Glad you asked bro, I was all up in the mood to try something motherfucking new, so I did some really nice human dishes, just not anything containing those motherfuckers originating from beasts, I know how you all up and dislike that shit.” You replied. You weren’t wrong, Tavbro is a vegetarian, meaning that he doesn’t eat meat. He cares about those creatures so much.

He sat down and you followed along. You two ate in a peaceful silence, enjoying the moment and the company of one another. After you two finished, you decided to leave the dishes for later. Tavros picked up the book he chose to read and laid down on the couch and patted his stomach, inviting you to lay there. You happily did so, being extremely careful of your horns which are becoming very tall — just like the rest of you. Soon enough you wouldn’t be able to lay your head on his belly anymore, the only way you’d be able to lay on him was resting your chin on his body, horns far from hitting his handsome and perfect face.

His wings were sprawled out nicely, and even though they were sensitive to the touch, your Tavbro always lets you touch it. He opened the book, but before he could begin reading it, you cleared your throat, catching his attention.

“Um, is something wrong, Gamzee?”

“Nah motherfucker, just... wanted to talk about something that has been taking alota place in my fuckin’ thinkpan for some time now.”

“Oh? What is it, then?” He started petting your head, effectively easing your tension — which you didn’t even notice to begin with.

“Well, y’know.. we’ve been all up and together alone for so motherfucking long now, and, well, it gets even lonelier when my hun isn’t around and shit, you know what I’m saying?

I mean, I ain’t saying I don’t enjoy our time alone, of course I motherfuckin’ do! But, um,” You took a deep breath. “I guess what I’m tryin to all up and say is that, I wanna adopt some motherfucking grubs, s’all.”

Tavros’ bronze eyes widened, a light blush covering his cute cheeks. But then, he laughed. Not in a mean way, absolutely never, but that laugh that was always music to your ears. “Gamzee, are you suggesting that, we should become lusii? Or, what the humans would call, uh, parents?”

You nod, a purple tint filling your cheeks. You stopped wearing face paint a long time ago, and also because Tav loves seeing your face.

“Oh Gamzee, you should’ve told me sooner, I would love to, form a family with you!” He left the book somewhere you couldn’t see and wrapped those beautiful arms of his around your chest, your face becoming more purple. But you can’t deny the true happiness you felt.

“Really? My Tavvy wants to raise some miracles with this motherfucker?” You were grinning really wide, your purple irises so full of joy and excitement. Tavros chuckled a bit more and tightened his grip just a bit.

“Of course I do, you silly. But uhm, first, we have to separate a room for them, and buy the necessary supplies.” The bronzeblood pointed out. You tried to nod, but it was a bit difficult to, so you just hummed in agreement. You kissed your husband’s arms and hands, and began feeling drowsy in his warm embrace.

“I love you, Tav.”

“I love you too, Gamzee.” He gently resumed petting your head until you drifted off to the land of miracles and dreams.

Yeah, you do like the way things are going now.

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You are staring at the window of your comically oversized car, watching the city go by aa your husband Tavhun drives you to the orphanage. A few days ago you had filled the profile of your desired child, and now you just got an email saying that they have found a compatible match. They said the child has a younger sibling, but that was okay with you.

“We’re here, Gamz.” Tavros told you. You shake your head a bit while he parks the car. After exiting the vehicle and entering the building, you looked for the guy who attended you last time, and they said she was waiting for you on a certain room. You got the directions and followed along.

When you found it, you were faced with a violetblood troll — who seemed to be around 14 years old — playing with a human girl, who you assumed must be their younger sister, probably around the age of 10.

They looked at you with wide eyes, and you couldn’t help but grin widely of happiness, while your husband waved at them.

The woman introduced you to the children and told you that you had to come and visit them a few days to have a walk or engage in conversations, so you get to know them better and they get to know you. After getting closer, and if the relationship goes well, you will be allowed to adopt the kids.

Yeah, you think that will work.

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3 years. 3 years have passed.

3 years since you have met the girls, got to know them, got close to them...

Was allowed to take them home.

You remember when you couldn’t contain your happiness. Tavros had to hold you while you cried purple tears of joy, thanking every Messiah out there for being able to adopt these children, being able to form a family with your lovely Tavbro.

You’re sitting in the couch with your husktop in your lap. You let out a deep breath and close it. You just uploaded a new recipe to your blog — which is quite popular, you must say. You see a lot of people making your recipes and you just feel so proud of yourself.

Your daughter Docmut — the violetblood troll — is sitting beside you, reading Tavros’ favorite book, Pupa Pan. Her human sister, Ella, is on the other side of the couch on her palmhusk (or phone, as humans call it) scrolling through social media. You feel Docmut tugging at your sleeve.

“Dad, I want to eat a cupcake.” she asks you. She loves your sweets, and you’re more than happy to make some for her. But that’ll ruin her appetite for dinner.

“Not now girl, y’know daddy is all up and eager to make some motherfucking baked good for my little girl, but it’s almost time for dinner and you will lose yer hunger an’ shit.” You explained to her. She pouted a bit.

“I’m not that little anymore, dad. I’m 17!”

“Ya will always be dad’s little girl.” you proceeded to wrap her in your arms in a big hug. She struggled but eventually gave in with a sigh. Ella chuckled a bit.

You heard the door opening and you all looked at it, seeing Tavros returning home from work. “I’m home!”

“Dad!” The girls shouted simultaneously, your husband coming to the couch and allowing them to hug him. You let go of Docmut and got up too, walking to your lover and crouched a bit to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Welcome home, Tav.” Your daughters went to sit on the couch again and you kissed him on the lips, which he gladly kissed back. You pulled back your lips and instead pulled an arm around his shoulders, still crouching. Man, sometimes it sucks to be tall. “How was work, motherfucker?”

“Ah, it was alright. Not much, things happened today, uh, just the usual.” He replied.

“Miracles.” You kissed his cheek.

“So dad, what’s for dinner?” Ella asked, and you looked at her.

“Man, I’m all up and tired today, not feeling up for cooking those motherfucking goods my miracles enjoy so much, y’know?” You pulled your arm back and stretched, and also slightly popped your back.

“So, do you want takeout?” Tavvy asked, also stretching and giving those miraculous wings of his a flutter.

“Sounds good to this motherfucking. What about my girls?” They nodded, agreeing with ordering food from tonight.

Tavbro went to take a shower, while you pulled up your palmhusk and ordered pizza. You went to join him while Docmut and Ella organized the table. When it arrived, you were all dressed in your pajamas and had a nice family dinner together. Your daughters talked about their hyperfixations which you were happy to listen to, even if you didn’t understand anything. You just love seeing them so passionate about something, it reminds you of when you and your honey were around their age, how he talked about his Fiduspawns — which he still enjoys a lot — and you didn’t understand anything, but loved hearing his voice.

After eating, you all washed the dishes together and then it was time for the girls to sleep, they shared a room, and even though Docmut was a troll, she preferred sleeping in a bed instead of a recuperacoon. You think she got used to beds back in the orphanage, or maybe thats just a seadweller thing. Thinking better, you don’t think you have ever seen a violet or fuchsiablood sleeping in a recuperacoon.

Anyways, you turned off the lights and they got comfortable. “Goodnight honeys, your daddys loves you.” And then you closed the door.

Since it was a friday night, you and your husband decided to have some alone time before going to sleep. He laid on the couch and looked for a movie watch, you carefully laid on top of him, resting your chin on his buff, hairy chest. He smiled and wrapped an arm around your skinny, yet slightly muscular body. You weren’t even paying attention to the movie he put, you were more interested in staring at your beautiful Tavros. His beautiful brown eyes, his grown mohawk (can it still be considered one?), his slight moustache and beard and his gorgeous muscular body.

“I love you.” You muttered, almost unheard by him.

“I love you too.” He replied, his voice drowsy from tiredness. Not much later, he was asleep, snoring lightly. You turned off the TV and carried him to your room. Despite him being much bigger than you, you could still carry him easily. That was one of the good things about being a highblood, your natural super strength.

You carefully laid him on your shared recuperacoon and immediately joined him, clinging to his body and being extremely careful of your horns, joining him on the land of sleep not much time later.

It was another peaceful day on the Nitram–Makara household, and you couldn’t be more happy for the life you have now.

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Thank you for reading! Be sure to check my designs and headcanons for older Gamzee and Tavros. The kids designs were made by my friend @transmascjade be sure to check their account! ^-^

Also I've did some research regarding adoption of children, so apologies if i got anything wrong ^^"

#homestuck #homestuc4 #gamzee makara #tavros nitram #gamtav #mareys dump #except its a fic not art #but its still made by me anyways #homestuck fanfic

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altorav · 3 years

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Do you have any neshiki fic recommendations? I hardly find any

Stitched Graffitti by Amulet Misty: Wholesome NeShiki drabble collection set in various timeframes (including Another Day) Plots include Neku being a dork in a sports festival because Shiki is watching him, meeting a Love God instead of a Death God, and Neku having to deal with Shiki in a maid outfit, and other various shenanigans.

in the city of light by BitterLiberator: Fun AU Oneshot. Shiki is now in Paris to study fashion and she meets the various familiar characters there. Among other shenanigans such as dealing with Joshua being her insufferable french tutor, is her meeting a particular prickly orangeylocks that she takes an interest in overtime. Mostly focuses on the wackiness of the characters being in Paris with NeShiki as a side dish.

Stitched Song by Ghostfries: Post-game mostly Shiki-centric Oneshot exploring a bit of Shiki's life after the Game. Shiki stitched dolls of her friends as a symbol of her gratitude to them and it gave Neku an idea for her upcoming birthday. Probably the cutest NeShiki oneshot I've ever read 😂 I even made a fanart of it.

Would You Like a Side of Fries With that Envy? by SingingCookie: Post-Game Neku-centric Oneshot. Neku learns one of the shopkeepers has a crush on him and it starts to make him think about how Shiki would react to it, much to his confusion. Socially awkward Neku at its finest.

Six Mistakes by The World Begins With You: Post-game Oneshot. Shiki had to fix Neku's button again and he had to take her to his house. There she got to learn a bit of his home life and things get a little interesting while she is in his room. This particular oneshot is actually a part of a giant Roleplay two twitter friends I have had made back in 2015, and if you visit my twitter, I actually did illustrations for the rest of their RP logs. So if you are interested in a prequel/sequel of this fic that also has a side bonus illustrations from me (hehe 😅) you can check the pinned tweet on my twitter account.

Like You by mandidandi: Post-game Oneshot: Shiki gets overtaken by her complex towards Eri again, thankfully Neku is there to tell her what she needs to hear.

Easily Forgiven by Yours Truly 😅 (since there is a criminal lack of contents for them might as well...): Oneshot future fic I wrote where they're both college students and are living together. Neku wondered why Shiki would even like a guy like him after all what he did to her in the first few days of the game, especially since she is now in huge trouble thanks to him...

Photos by I'll Break Your Heart: Post-game oneshot. Shameless fluff. Neku and Shiki gets into a photo booth and Shiki feels like she needs to do something outrageous to get Neku to express for the camera.

Vision Test by Shinra-ex-SOLDIER: Silly little oneshot where Neku trolls Shiki by forcing her to do a vision test, of course he has to have something up his sleeve...

Just Let Go by Amulet Misty: Older characters. Shiki had a rough breakup with her boyfriend and Neku had to check in on her now-disastrous nest of an apartment.

Sanctuary by Amulet Misty: Multi-chap AU fic. Mostly Friendship between the cast with sprinkles of Neshiki. Neku is 17 years old orphan who had to move to Shibuya (again) to live with his uncle. There he meets two particular siblings who insist to be friends with him. He is thrown into further weird shenanigans after he meets the mysterious angel-thing, Joshua, who gave him the ability to communicate with this girl named Shiki, who is apparrently dead and can only talk to him through his phone. Slice-of-life goodness with frequent action and sport. Featuring Neku as a broken soccer ace and action girl Rhyme wielding psychic spears. It's better than how I made it sound 😂 one of my fave fics out there.

Monochrome by The Genius Mage: Post-game. Mellow oneshot where Neku visits Shiki's house and she shows him her secret garden, there he gets to learn more about her and what kind of thing she does to appreciate the people important to her, including him. Simple yet beautifully-written.

Of a Cat Ring and a Cell Phone by I'll Break Your Heart: In-game to Post-Game. Simple and cute Neku-centric oneshot. A particular ring catches Shiki's eye during her week with Neku, and Neku can't stop thinking about it as he makes it through the subsequent weeks.

New Mission by Team_Cap: Post-game Neku-centric Oneshot. Neku tries to get something for Shiki to thank her for her patience with him in the game. But things...don't go really well for him.

Natsu no Kokoro (Heart of Summer) by I'll Break Your Heart: AU Oneshot based on the manga Hotarubi no Mori E (Into the Forest of Fireflies' Light) with some differences. While spending her summer on the countryside, Shiki got lost in a forest and met a certain mysterious fox-masked boy in yukata. They spent the rest of the summer together, however, they can never touch each other, or else he will disappear.

Rain Check by Shinra-ex-Soldier: Post-game oneshot. One of those fics telling how Neku could meet Eri for the first time. Shiki got hit with a fever and collapsed when she was trying to get back home with Eri in the middle of the rain. Shiki ended up calling for a back-up and it turned out to be a certain prickly redhead. As Eri spent more time with the two of them, she got increasingly bugged by how close they seemingly were despite her never knowing him. Lots of Snark-to-Snark interactions.

waltzing in tiptoe by KeytoDestiny: Post-game oneshot. Mostly Shiki-centric. Explores a bit of Shiki's life after the Game and deals with her lingering insecurities as a creative mind and as a person. Pretty well-written and showcases a lot of what I like about this ship.

Beautiful Blossom by The World Begins With You: Post-game oneshot. Eri has been acting a little weird lately, Eri's clearly got her eye on someone, a boy. And Shiki can't help but assume, and fears, that it's Neku himself. Just like Six Mistakes, this oneshot takes place in the same universe as the giant RP logs I mentioned.

Coffee by I'll Break Your Heart: AU Oneshot. Shiki just returned from the states and found comfort in the emptiness that is Mr H's coffee shop. But the barista is kind of a rude fella, but also an interesting one.

Just a Name by Shinra-EX-Soldier: Shiki 1st person POV. Set 10-15 years after the game. Shiki decides to spend her day off at a resort. However for some reason, everyone there keeps messing up her name! What's going on?!

Disgusted to Silence by BrDPirateMan: Post-game. Poor Neku and Shiki, the two just can't catch a break, being an incredibly shy and awkward couple proves to be a nightmare when your group of friends are so immature and can't help teasing you at the drop of a hat. So in order to deal with the problem, they come up with a plan to make their friends so disgusted that they will shut themselves up indefinitely.

Suffocating by The Genius Mage: Post-game. Shiki-centric. Angst. We always get reminded by that choking scene at Hachiko, how Shiki forgives Neku so easily, trying to put it behind them. But it is a traumatic memory. And now that Shiki and Neku are together, she just has to talk to him about the recent nightmare she just had.

Soft Silence by The Genius Mage: post-game. Shiki's 1st person POV. Neku invites Shiki to his house to tell her something. Something unfair. With the rain pettering outside, she listens to him.

I might update this list for fellow Neshiki folks out there. 😁

#asks #twewy #neshiki #fic recs

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im-abanana · 4 years

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@geekgirles The Rock!Branch AU is my drug now, and I shall never stop loving it.

And thanks to the awesome post @tipolover22 sent us (thank you again, dear!), the one about Rock!Branch’s electric guitar, could I pass the opportunity to write some Broppy fluff?

Absolutely not.

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As he sighed dramatically for the umpteenth time that morning, Branch resolved to give his poor lungs much more credit from that day forward. “Poppy, for the last time, could you please take this blindfold off my eyes? I am not a little trolling anymore, and you know how much I hate surprises…”

The Rock Troll perceived the warmth of her exasperated huff on the back of his disheveled nape hair, and he was fairly sure the Pop Queen was rolling those beautiful magenta orbs of hers. “Are all Rock Trolls so whiny and insufferable, or is it just you?” she inquired, her voice saturated with both mirth and impatience. “Come on tough boy, bear with me a tiny bit longer. We’re almost there, I promise!”

“I’m gonna bear with you for the rest of my life,” his hopelessly romantic-self wanted to say, but Branch bit his tongue to preserve some of his already stolen dignity. If anyone saw him, the Rock Trolls’ second in command, like this— wrapped up like some sort of birthday-boy! Yup, it was definitely not the proper time for silly poems and sentimentalism.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbled at last, because he couldn’t help but remind her again, and again, and again.

Imagine being that weak for a colorful, crazy, scrapbook-loving Pop Troll.

The young Queen’s carefree chuckle filled the air like a melody, and when Branch felt her lips peppering his left cheek with light kisses, his knees got all wobbly.

“I know I am,” Poppy chirped sweetly, as if she really meant it, as if she truly believed she was the lucky one.

Oh, nothing could be further from the truth!

The Queen’s petite fingers suddenly squeezed his biceps, making the Rock Troll stop in his wavering tracks. “Ok, here we are! Are you ready for your surprise, Branch?” she asked, definitely more excited than he was.

Pop Trolls loved to torture their mates, that had to be it. But then again, how could he deny her anything? He let out a last, defeated sigh and then nodded. “Please, don’t let it be glitter, don’t let it get on your face Branch, you’re still recovering from a bad case of cataract from last time…”

The moment Poppy freed him from the blindfold, the sudden sunlight struck his light blue eyes, forcing him to rub them with the back of his tattooed hands to help them adjust. And when they finally did, Branch found himself staring at a rather large, black box tied with a grey ribbon.

Black? No glitter? No rainbows, cupcakes or unicorns? Very uncharacteristic of her…

“What is it, Poppy?” the Captain wondered aloud, staring back and forth between the mysterious dull box and his girlfriend’s anticipating face.

“It’s, uh… just a present, really. For you,” Poppy lowered her gaze nervously, very shy all of the sudden. Her foot drew small circles in the soft grass underneath them. “Go on, open it! I— I just hope you’ll like it. I mean, I’m a Pop Troll and I still don’t know much about Rock Trolls’ taste, but…”

Branch’s hearth clenched tightly in the middle of his chest, pouring and pumping a rush of pure adoration in his bloodstream until he thought he could overflow with it; she seemed so vulnerable, so tense, so preoccupied. It was obvious that she was hoping she’d made the right choice.

Most importantly, she was hoping she could make him happy.

Ok, he definitely didn’t deserve her. What did he— a grumpy, short-tempered and overly-tattooed rocker —do to deserve such a selfless angel?

Cupping her freckly cheeks with his callous palms, the Rock Trolls’ Captain gently spurred the Queen to lift her head up. “Poppy, listen to me,” he cooed, surprised by the tenderness of his own voice. “whatever it is, I’m sure I’m gonna love it. But you didn’t need to buy me a gift, really. I got everything I want here, right in front of me. What more could I possibly ask for?”

And who needed the sun, when her smile could shine so bright? Just as he didn’t need stars to wish upon, when an entire galaxy seemed to be sparkling in her eyes.

“Aww Branch, you’re such a flatterer,” the pink Queen gasped, sincerely touched by his kind words, all of her concern replaced by a renewed excitement. “But enough of the mushy stuff and flatteries now, unwrap your present already! I still have my class to teach to, you know. I bet Wani and her friends are done babysitting, and I can’t exactly ask Tresillo and his mates either. Since their three eggs hatched, the Reggaeton Trolls’ are parenting 24/7!”

“Alright Pops, don’t worry. I’m opening the gift right now,” he assured, carefully grabbing the box and starting to gently pull the ribbon.

He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t at least a tiny bit curious. The Rock Troll didn’t exactly know what to expect; would it be a scrapbook? A lifetime supply of cupcakes? An explosion of multicolored glitter? Or maybe a— oh.

OH.

The last thing Branch expected to receive as a gift from the Queen of Pop was the sickest, awesomest electric guitar he’d ever seen in his entire life.

It was completely black, with a rough surface covered with different kinds of skulls. The biggest one was embedded in the lower left part of the guitar, just below the bridge, with fang-like bones making up for its missing mandible and going all the way to the lower right side. A small and complete skeleton— a critter he couldn’t fully recognize —was unnaturally splayed on the central part, between the pickups. And finally, skillfully attached to the strap pegs, there were two small mink’s skulls.

Whoa, just— whoa.

Branch was still gaping like a dead fish when Poppy’s voice tentatively broke through his astonishment and stupor. “So… do you like it?” she asked, not exactly able to interpret his kinda amusing expression. “I know how much you adore skulls, so I had this guitar made just for you. Well actually, truth to be told, it was Barb who recommended me this pretty talented luthier and—”

“Like it?” the Captain incredulously blurted out, struggling to avert his eyes from that absolute masterpiece. “Poppy, are you serious!? This is— oh my Rock, this is the coolest guitar I’ve ever seen! I don’t even know what to say, thank you! Thank you so much!”

At this point, Branch could no longer restrain himself; he grabbed his beautiful girlfriend by the hips and lifted her up, playfully swinging her in the air like a crazy teenager. And the overjoyed laugh she regarded him with… damn, he could’ve spent forever listening to that beautiful laugh.

“Now that you gifted me such an amazing instrument,” the Rock Troll grinned smugly, the menacing sharpness of his fangs in cosmic disharmony with the soft kiss he placed on Poppy’s nose. “I hope you’re ready to be spoiled and serenaded all night long, my Queen.”

“You know I am. Do I get to choose one song?” the Queen of Pop excitedly asked, fluttering her long eyelids the way— she knew, that tiny torment —it made him absolutely crazy. “Or maybe two, pretty please?”

And again, how could he deny her anything?

With a smile so warm and so big it could split his face in half, Branch started to mentally rehears the notes of those songs, their songs.

“‘Perfect for Me’ and ‘True Colors’ it is, I suppose?”

#broppy #branch x poppy #Rock! Branch AU #rock branch au #trolls #trolls world tour #poppy x branch #fanfiction #fanfic #twt #queen poppy #queen barb

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letsallsleepoverwork · 4 years

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Mei’s Tony Stark (WinterIron) fic recs

I needed a whole other list of my favorite pairing, Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark... oops?

For @podonthesuit to celebrate Anthony Edwards Stark’s birthday month (and mine!) The fics are from shortest to longest.

Under 10K

flirting (with danger) by Potrix

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Canon Divergence - MCU Post-CAWS

Tony stares at the man shackled to the wall for a long, unblinking moment. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

The man raises an unimpressed eyebrow back at him. “Right back at ya, pal.”

Mei’s Notes: a brilliant short and sweet (and SASSY) winteriron fic that warms my heart. I read this when i need a quick pick me up <3

When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it) by RiotFalling

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Ambiguous Marvel Canon

There’s a tiny safe house, with one tiny window and one tiny couch. And one tiny little bed.

Mei’s Notes: THIS is hilarious. riot write a beautiful scene of two absolute dorks trying to out-matyr each other. such lovely softness and, like anyone who knows me knows, i love the soft. i laughed so hard reading this fic that i instantly fell in love.

Open Hearts, Open Doors by mistrstank (dreamingdarkly), TheKitteh

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Non-powered AU

In which Tony and Bucky have a very special day, DUM-E is a regular disaster and Tony's friends are a bunch of trolls.

Mei’s Notes: So this is the third story in this series, HUGE REC FOR THE FIRST TWO, but this one is my favorite of the series. There is an immense amount of softness. A marriage between two beautiful souls and honestly I cried with happiness. I was full of emotions, there is nothing more beautiful than the love these two share. To call this fluff is an massive understatement because words cannot properly capture how gorgeous this fic is.

The Prince's Bride by MarvelousMenagerie (HiddenOne)

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Princess Bride AU

After Tony loses the love of his life to pirates on the high sea, not much matters to him. He agrees to wed Prince Justin Hammer to gain access to vibranium and shut himself away in his workshop until the end of time, but a group of ruffians kidnap Tony to take him to Hydra. Tony's rescue takes on an unlikely form - the Dread Pirate Rogers, who killed the love of his life five years ago.

Mei’s Notes: Princess Bride is just one of those movies that stays with you for your life. There’s so much to unpack and the comic genius of balance between crack and plot makes it a heart warming and heart moving movie for the ages (i also loved the book but THE MOVIE IS MY CHILDHOOD LOVE). This is a wonderful rendition of Princess Bride and the end *chef’s kiss* gold.

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Speed Dating (Isn't Supposed to Happen in Cars) by orbingarrow

Rating: General

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Non-powered AU

Tony's temporarily broke due to a scandal at Stark Industries, and with no one willing to hire him, he's got to get creative in how to get by. When he reads about a solar-powered car race that pays out in the millions, he knows he can win it. He just needs a car, all the parts, a racing team, a sponsor, a driver, and like a gajillion other things he does not have.

What he does have is: one whole month, an Air Force pilot, an heiress, two enthusiastic teenagers, a discredited science teacher, three ex-cons, a high-tech robot disguised as a Roomba, and a wicked crush on the guy from YouTube.

Seriously, how can he lose?

Mei’s Note: Arrow is a QUEEN at winteriron fic. She has a brilliant way of balancing snark, story, and softness. EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER has their own tone/voice in the story that I hear in my head and it just makes reading her work INCREDIBLY satisfying. She has so many great works, but with the complexity of balancing all these different characters and weave a story around them, this one is my favorite. Or maybe this one was just the one that just happen to snag my heart... :)

Coffee, Curses, Kisses by wakandan_wardog

Rating: General

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Ambiguous Marvel Canon

Tony Stark drags himself out of his workshop on a regular Thursday morning. Well, mostly a regular morning. Except for Clint Barton lying on the breakfast bar in themed underwear. The theme is new, the rest is depressingly familiar. Ok, so maybe the rose petals are new too. (What the hell, Clint?) It's enough to make a billionaire grateful for the Avengers Alarm. Wait a minute, magic too? Fuck, this is just not Tony's day. (Until it really, really is.)

Mei’s Notes: Oh man do i love Toni. My whole heart belongs to her and her writing is some of the beST. I cannot recommend her writing enough, please please PLEASE do yourself a favor and read one (all) of her stories. This one is a masterful demonstration of wit and flirting which if you know Toni, you know she’s a master of both. My heart is warm with love for this one.

The Stars Go Red by orbingarrow

Rating: General

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Ambiguous Marvel Canon

Iron Man is not exactly a super-villain, he's just doing his best to save the world, and his methods are questionable, okay? Doing what's right isn't always easy. Tony's come to grips with that.

Mei’s Notes: Im kinda a liar cause honestly I couldn’t really choose and I did a coin flip but since I’m doing a whole different fic rec for winteriron here’s the other Arrow fic. Anyways, this fic has identity porn, it has purposeful deflection of villian!Tony who really isn’t a villian. Both Tony and Bucky are badass. Truthfully this fic is a mix of all my favorite troupes and you will have a blast reading it i promise!

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Compliments by Desolate_Smog

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark

Non-powered AU

Tony Stark didn't realize that going out to get coffee while sleep deprived and covered in grease could lead to friendships. He's quite impressed with himself.

Mei’s Notes: Oh man this one was a game changer for me. I think this was one of the first asexual fics I read and the way it’s done is lovely. I like how everything is laid out and just, a part of life. the whole story felt 100% real and the relationships the develop between all the characters feels organic. Still one of my all time favorite fic.

and amidst the ruins, there was you by TheKitteh

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Canon Divergence - MCU Post CACW & Dystopia AU

With everything resolved - post the Berlin conflict, Siberia and the rogue Avengers' return - Tony relishes in the clarity of what the team is now. He can finally see the well-defined lines, he can rely on solid rules and the chain of command. He's settled into his life like never before. That is, until one day, an unhinged sorcerer with no grasp on his magic shatters that new-found balance.As a result, half of Tony's soul is now gone, but he's willing to do anything to get it back.

Mei’s Notes: I died. repeatably. Kitteh is a goddness of soft winteriron. If you look at the comments you can see me SCREAM about the soft. Of course, there’s some really sad subject matter, Tony and Bucky get sent (while theyre warry of each other) to a world that the Avengers lost Battle of New York, and their deaths are... haunting. It really allows Kit to dive into the closeness, the need to someone else to hold. I would say this is a staple fic to read as a winteriron shipper. Of course tho please be weary of tags and your own needs/wants.

(Walk Walk) Fashion Baby by wakandan_wardog

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Non-powered AU

This is basically a Winter/Iron AU inspired by a buzzfeed article that went viral not long ago. The artical discussed this instagram in which a model is sort of being trolled by his sister and her toddler son recreating his photos.

Mei’s Notes: OH MAN. This one has adorable baby peter being an adorably perfect little bundle of sunshine. The ultimate melt your eyeballs and heart fic. It is a WIP but OH SO WORTH IT. I don’t really read WIPs can I like closure but this one has the cutest imagery of grown adults melting over a small child. Also Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent!!!!

71,620 Words

create / detonate by pprfaith, reena_jenkins

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Canon Divergence MCU, Toni Stark AU

In a world where Natasha Stark still dreams of fire and blood, the Winter Soldier wakes ahead of schedule and nothing happens the way it was meant to. (People don’t have a purpose.)

Mei’s Notes: I love fem!Toni so much. I love diving into the difference with Toni’s life if she was born and raised with the expectations of “female”. It’s ironic because the softness I love so much about MCU Tony Stark, i love the a lot of opposites of Toni Stark in this fic. She’s more brash, more ruthless. She is still fiercely protective and kind but there’s an edge that I never felt from MCU Tony Stark. Both are good. I love both. As usual, please read the tags. There’s some rough stuff with this one.

#hbdtony2020 #podonthesuit #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #fic rec #potscast

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theshy1sout · 3 years

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Inseparable - Chapter 6

So, I don't describe their outfits and looks on purpose. I just don't want to focus on those, they are not an important part of the story, besides the Staff and Branch's grey capote. But I want to draw something and maybe one day I will xD Enjoy new chapter

Tags: Not rated, Broppy, Slow Burn Fluff, Trolls Mythology AU

Ao3 here

Summary: - It's ours - She smiles at him. - But it's nice of you that you asked. I'm sure it will be in the right hands.

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Poppy has to say, even doing it a thousand times, she never is less amazed by The Light slowly beaming from the Gold Sphere and filling the sky with warm, pleasant colors she made for it - red, orange, pink, purple, yellow... The goddess of the Day is really proud of sunrise.

Birds start singing lovely serenades for her taking care of Earth. She begins calmly opening cups of flowers on the fields, and the soft sound of the god's in the dark hoodie steps follow her in polite Silence.

- So... What is your plan? - Poppy asks, doesn't stop her duty.

- I will be trying whatever I can - Branch announces.

Pink eyes turn to the black space in the hoodie and spark with amusement.

- You have no plan!

- You don't understand - The god says. - My plan is to improvise.

Poppy giggles and smiles at him. But she can't see his face under the darkness of his hoodie. She knows he doesn't like the light, but... She wishes to see his smile. He can do it in such a subtle, calming way.

- I will follow you thinking and trying things - He adds. - Just ignore me.

- Okie - Poppy shrugs her shoulders airily. - I will pretend that I won't see a wraith in the big dark capote with a hoodie drifting after me across the world.

A loud sound of Branch's chuckle makes her satisfied and proud of her joke. She can't stop herself but smirks dorkly while turning back to the flower she was opening.

The goddess of the Day is always happy doing her job. But turning back from time to time and seeing the dark silhouette who's watching critters, plants, and trolls living their lives below the light of the Staff, is a bit nicer than walking alone through the Earth. Poppy likes to stop and watch at Branch, as he stands a few steps behind her staring at the tree like on something really interesting or just walks carefully through some trolls' village, trying to not step on anybody. He is so gentle when he touches oak leaves or puts a hand on the rough bark. He acts like he sees a living world for the very first time.

Poppy is going to give wheat a bit of gold color and let them fully ripen when she hears a familiar voice.

- Yall, Poppy! - Holly yells at her and waves a hand at the other side of the field. Then she starts galloping to come up to her.

- Holy! - Poppy beams with joy seeing her friend. - I haven't seen you for a while! Where have you been?

- Doing my stuff, yall! - The goddess of Hospitality smiles widely. - I have my hands full a week before the Fest! I want to be sure that every troll will be prepared for that Day!

- Oh girl, I can't wait for the Fest!

- So can't I! I was waiting the whole year... Have you prepared something special?

Poppy smirks.

- I'll blow everyone's minds.

- But you know you can present only one thing?

Holly giggles at Poppy's surprised face.

- I didn't know!

- Don't worry, yall! You have the whole week to choose one thing.

- You're right, but... It still sounds hard for me... How do I suppose to choose only one!

- Sh! - Holy interrupts her sharply with upset on her face. The pink goddess freezes. They stand like that for a while.

- What's wrong? - Poppy whispers.

- Behind you.

- What is it?

Holy stares at something behind Poppy's back for a long, frightening moment, until she says with the very serious tone:

- It's Branch.

Poppy breathes a sigh of relief and then giggles.

- You're afraid of Branch?

Holy looks at her like at the idiot.

- And you're not?

- Of course, I'm not! - She puts her hands on her lips. - He's my friend!

Now it's Holly who collapses a giggle.

- You're kidding!

- No, I don't! - She throws, a bit exclaimed. - He's a really nice guy! You even... You know what? I show you!

Poppy grabs Holly's wrist and leads her to the dark grey capote. Holly walks with her willingly, but with a very visible upset on her face.

- Poppy, I'm not sure if that...

- Branch! - The pink goddess screams to make the black hoodie hole turn to them. He stands under the big oak and waits patiently for Poppy to come.

- Branch, meet Holly - She points at the orange skin goddess who can't hide her awkwardness right now. - She's...

- The goddess of Hospitality - Branch interrupts her with his calm voice. He nods to Holly politely. He adds: - Poppy, I know every Immortal.

- But not personally! - She beams. She ignores his heavy sigh and turns at Holy. - Holly, this is Branch!

Holly forces herself to grin, but the black shadow from the hoodie makes her uncomfortable the whole time.

- Nice to meet you! - She throws.

- It doesn't look like a nice experience for you.

- Branch!

- I'm just saying - He turns to Poppy. - You put her in a really uncomfortable situation.

- I just wanted to show that you aren't scary!

- But Poppy, I am scary.

The loud, sudden giggle interrupts them. They both look at the orange skin goddess feeling pretty confused.

- Yall, I'm sorry - Holly giggles. - But you said it in a really calm way. - She puts her hand on her hips and smiles, this time it doesn't look forced. - You are not scary! Yall, I don't know why I thought you would bite me or something.

- Maybe because I can. - Branch says blankly.

Girls look at him with surprise.

- No no no! - He shows hands in the peace offering. - It was a joke, I swear I'm not a dog!

Goddess laugh.

- Yall! So whatcha doin' here at the Day? - Holly asks, now fully confident.

- He helps me! - Poppy beams. - It's a big plan!

- What's the plan?

- I was up to make it - Branch murmurs.

- Okay, so maybe I shouldn't bother you - Holly chuckles. - I also have a lot of stuff to do before the Fest. Good luck with your plan!

- See you at the Fest, Holy! - Poppy waves after her galloping away.

- I told you I don't like talking with others - Branch points out with such a cold tone. She looks at him with surprise.

- But she got to you.

But he just groans out and turns back to the oak. He starts doing something near its roots, getting down on one knee. His upsetting is visible for Poppy, but she isn't sure what to do with it. She steps to him and sits down nearby. She leans the Staff against her shoulder like he does when he sits with it.

- You're angry? - She asks shyly.

He ignores her for a while and when she starts thinking he would never answer, he sighs.

- It was awkward and unnecessary.

The goddess says nothing. She just doesn't know what. It's understandable for her that it's weird to talk to others when almost everybody finds him weird or scary. But she has no solution or advice for that. She wanted good for him and she doesn't think she did the wrong thing this time. It was just a little try to socialize Branch and it went kinda awkward, but it was okay.

She sits for a while like thinking and enjoying the moment. It is a nice, warm summer Day. Trollazart makes today a pleasant breeze. Above them birds are jumping from twig to twig, playing and singing softly. Branch stops doing his thing and sits next to her. After a while, he sighs again.

- And my joke was so stupid...

Poppy laughs softly.

- You really scared us then!

- I know...

She collapses a giggle once again. She wishes she can see if he's amused too.

- About the Midday... I think I have an idea...

- Wow, you have?! - Poppy beams at him with the whole sunshine energy she has.

- I guess... - His voice sounds unsure. - I think I could make shadows like in my hoodie to make colder places to rest for creatures.

- You could? - The pink goddess is all curiosity. - How?

He hesitates for a while.

- Stealing the Light.

She opens her eyes with shock.

- Like this.

Branch takes a single leaf from his capote and lifts it to let Poppy see. He grabs the leaf with his other hand and moves through it like he strips something off it. And then he gets the leaf down, stopping a few inches above the ground. Poppy opens her mouth with disbelief. Under the leaf, there is no light. Just a round, grey spot in the shape of the leaf. And then Branch shows her his other hand. He holds between two fingers a little tiny ball of the Light, shining bright and vivid. And... Blue? She isn't sure, but it looks like the tiny ball shines blue, or Branch's fingers are blue. But both the things sound weird. Light is while. The god of the Night is grey. She looks at his fingers overanalyzing the blue color on them.

- So that's how the Night works? - She asks, trying to ignore the blue color. - You steal the Light?

- No - Branch starts playing with a tiny ball, rolling it between his fingers. - I know as much about the Staff and the Sphere as you. I just grab it

- So... - Poppy tries to process the information she gets. - If you take the Light from the plants, you never put it back?

- It wouldn't have any sense if I put it back - He points out. - Cause I'm supposed to make places for rest, right? I'll do it once or forever, but the process is reversible. Besides that, I will take the Light only from one side of things. See?

Branch starts moving the oak leaf in different directions and the shadow is always on the other side. Under the leaf. He gives the leaf to Poppy and she plays with it. Indeed, it works as he said. She is curious and amazed.

- What will you do with the Light if you're not going to put it back?

- Umm... - He hesitates a bit. Then he clears his throat. - Can I keep it?

The goddess of the Day looks at the god of the Night. As the guard of the Light, she is responsible for It. Should she keep It always in the Gold Sphere? Or maybe she shares this responsibility with Branch? Are there any rules of sharing the Light with other Immortals? Why doesn't anybody tell her? She isn't sure, but... She guesses, the Light is as much her as Branch's. And even if not, she trusts him.

- It's ours - She smiles at him. - But it's nice of you that you asked. I'm sure it will be in the right hands.

Poppy can't see it, but she feels it, she feels that he is staring at her. She bites her tongue to not ask what he wants to keep it for. He won't answer and she wants to show him her trust.

- Thanks - The god says so softly, with all the gratefulness he has, and it makes Poppy smile so dorkly. He stands up like he's ready for the hardest work of his life, and he views the horizon full of glory, sunny Light, the Light so vivid that makes everything vibrate from a plethora of life energy. His Silence speaks from him. He is overthinking.

- You start?

- I don't know where I should start first - He admits.

- Well, maybe from this oak - She puts her hand on the bark. But he is still standing and thinking, even if now he's staring at the tree instead of the horizon.

- Ok, what's wrong. - She asks in an order to explain.

Inhale. Really long, really deep inhale.

- Can you leave me alone with that? - He asks oddly shyly.

- Why? I want to see like you steal the Light.

- It's kinda uncomfortable when you stare at me working.

- When we walk during the Night you never mind when I follow you...

- But it's a Day and I haven't got a sack!

Poppy frowns.

- You know what? - Branch throws a sudden strong tone. - Never mind! That was a weird thought... I mean! Do what you do! Whatever. It's fine.

And then sharp and nervous he takes his hoodie off, and quickly like something is chasing him he unclips the silver buckle in the shape of the sickle, getting off his big grey capote, and the first time she sees him in all of his deictic glory, in the Light of the Day.

When Branch is folding his capote, turning it into a big sack to collect the stolen Light, he tries nervously avoiding her sight, cause she is staring at him with her eyes fully opened and her mouth frozen in awe. Her mind just can't process what she sees.

Branch.

Is.

Blue.

He is blue. He is all blue! The bright, soft azure, the calm shade of the ocean, the joyful light color of the bluebird. And his vivid sapphire eyes looking shyly away from her, and his deep cobalt hair shining with a hidden navy tone. He wears a simple leather shirt and very simple black pants, which highlights his strong, supple silhouette. All those things weren't visible either during the Night and neither during the Day, when he never walked without his hoodie on his head. And Poppy can't understand why he was hiding it this whole time. She knows it makes him uncomfortable, but she just can't stop staring at him. She can't stop adoring him.

Meanwhile, Branch, trying to ignore her existence, grabs all the Light around the oak and puts It into the provisionally made with his capote sack. Now under the tree is a pleasantly cold shadow, birds start singing cheerfully to celebrate refreshment. Their happy twitters fill Branch with pride and the smile light shows on his face. He turns to Poppy with it, and even if he drops it really quickly, the goddess sees it and feels her heart beats faster for no reason and feels her chicks get warmer and turn red, and feels her lips forming into a soft little smile she's never done, and this whole her body overreaction makes her sudden turn all shy and looks away, fluttering her eyelashes.

Branch clears his throat.

- What do you think? - He points at the oak, trying to pretend that everything else is normal as usual.

She looks up at him, cause she is still sitting, and then she looks around the tree. The nice breeze flows through her hair and makes leaves rustle. It is quieter here now, darker and calmer. It is like a really pleasant place to hide from the hard parts of life.

- It's perfect - Poppy says much calmer and softer than usual, and she has no clue why. She just said it like that. Accidentally.

- It looks like you added a bit of the Night into the Day - She continues with a much normal voice.

Branch chuckles slightly and the light smile stays on his face. It is so nice to see him like that. With full of body language, poise, and gestures, with his bright blue face filled with nighly smile, with his vivid sapphire eyes looking dreamily at the world he takes care of.

He looks so genuine and alive.

- Are you coming with me?

His voice wakes her up from the thoughts. He feels much more comfortable and confident. Maybe a bit of working calmed him down, or maybe he saw that she liked him with his blue shades. Cause she likes him like that. She wishes he would never wear the capote and hoodie again.

Poppy jumps up from the ground and beams at him sunshiny.

- Of course, I'm coming!

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#inseparable #my fanfiction #trolls broppy #trolls #trolls mythology au #trolls mythology #mythology au #mythology #trolls dreamworks #trolls branch #trolls poppy #broppy #slow burn fluff #broppy fanfic #my fanfic writing #my fanfic stuff #holly trolls

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written-in-flowers · 4 years

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Among Us: Pt. 3

Pairing: Merman!Jimin x Namjoon

Genre: Monster!au, Fluff, Angst, Smut // AO3

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Namjoon gets a teaching position at one of the country’s most prestigious schools. It’s only when he gets there that he realizes things are a bit…strange.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

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He woke up in a haze. The world blurred around him and he almost forgot where he was. He groaned at the soreness in his back and arms, convinced he’s bruised now. A terrible musty smell clung to his clothes; the itchiness of dog hair stuck in it came over his chest and legs. It disgusted him. He last remembered being on the floor in the hallway. He recalled the snapping jaws inches away from his skin; the growling drowning out the world and the heat suffocating him. He tried fooling himself into thinking it was only a dream. Yet, the voice in the back of his head scoffed at him. It most definitely happened: he’d been pounced on by a werewolf. A really big, hairy, terrifying werewolf. That can’t be. They’re not real. They don’t exist. They’re only real in stories.

“Namjoon up?”

Ruke appeared by his bed. Namjoon jumped from his place and backed into the headboard. If they’re werewolves, then what is Ruke?

“Get away from me,” he said, voice trembling. “Pl-Please.”

“Ruke no hurt Namjoon. Ruke like Namjoon. Namjoon nice to Ruke.”

“How do I know that?”

Ruke moved around the bed towards his side. He ripped the ill-fitting shirt from his chest. He began shaking here and there like a dog shaking off water. His orange-tinted skin slowly turned into brown. A light brown cracked and rough on the touch, it reminded Namjoon of tree bark. He saw green moss appear on his shoulders, elbows and knees; a trio of mushrooms sprouted from the green hair turning into the silky leaves. By the time he finished, Ruke turned from a carrot into a tree.

“Ruke is Troll,” he answered before Namjoon asked. “Ruke grow up in forest. Witch find Ruke after hunter hurt Ruke, and brought Ruke here. Ruke learn In-Glush and learn from Headmaster and Teachers.” He cupped his hands together, and from a bit of moss grew yellow flowers. He offered them to Namjoon, who held them the same way. They’re vibrant and soft. “Witch say yellow means friendship. Ruke wish to be friends with Namjoon.”

“Witch?”

“Sy-ence Teacher is Witch.”

“You mean Taehyung is a witch?”

He nodded. “But Witch is good Witch. He no hurt nobody.”

Namjoon gingerly placed the flowers beside his bed. By the looks of it, Ruke could crush him like a soda can when he wishes. Yet, he hadn’t. He’d been nothing but helpful and kind. A sense of relief came over him. “And the other custodian staff? They’re trolls too?”

“Trolls who have no homes. Hunters chase Trolls from homes, and Headmaster gave Trolls home.”

“That’s generous of him.”

Ruke stood right beside him. “Headmaster no mean to scare or hurt Namjoon. Headmaster wants Namjoon and Teachers to be friends.”

“I don’t even know what they are. One of them tried to eat me...or bite me...or whatever.”

“Wolf no teacher. Wolf parent. Wolf Teacher punish Wolf for hurting Namjoon.”

“Punished? How?”

He shrugged. Namjoon sat up properly and glanced out the window. The familiar orange and blue skies of dusk already went over the trees. From the open window he could hear voices and cars. He supposed the day ended with parents saying goodbye to their children. They must think he’s so weak now. The humiliation of the event hit him. They’ll be talking about it tomorrow, laughing and making fun of him running away. To any normal human, his reaction is perfectly normal. But what about to a monster? They’ll think they can all scare him. They’d be right.

“Ruke call Headmaster?” he nodded over to the landline phone nearby.

“Not yet. Just give me a moment, please?”

He bowed his head, then left him in the room. He needed to get out of his clothes. Their touch and smell bothered him now. Once the door shut, he slid off the bed. As he undressed, he considered leaving now. They don’t know he’s awake yet, so it gives him time to run. He’ll sneak out the window on a bed sheet. He can run back towards the train station and go home. But what home? He’d moved out of his apartment to come here. Living with his parents is out of the question: he’s a grown man now. He took this job because no other school would hire him after the video went viral. If he left, he’d be homeless, jobless, and hungry. His rational mind told him to stay. There’s no other choice at the moment.

Besides, leaving meant he’d never see Jimin again. Getting into the shower, letting the cool water run over his warm skin, he thought about the dance teacher. He’d tried hard to keep Namjoon grounded in reality. His touch...it’d soothed him so easily. Is that part of his charm or did Namjoon genuinely feel that way around him? He never experienced that with anyone else. He’s only known Jimin a day, and yet whenever he sees him, he can’t wait to see him again. It must be magic. Jimin must be a witch too and this is all a spell. A torturous spell that twisted his insides simply thinking about him. He made a plan there and now to avoid him at all costs. He can’t grow attached if he’s not around him.

But that did not last long. Coming back into his bedroom, towel around his waist, he found Jimin standing by the bed. Startled, he backed up into the ball. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “I told Ruke I didn’t want to see anyone yet.”

“I came up here on my own. I brought you some food,” he set down the tray he’d brought. “Steak, potatoes and veggies. Taehyung told me humans eat stuff like this too.”

“We do.” It sounded so odd hearing it worded that way. Seeing the steamy food, it reminded him of his hunger.

“I didn’t know what drink you liked, so I took the safe bet of water,” Jimin showed him the bottle water. “Bottled so you don’t think we’re trying to kill you or anything.”

“Thanks.” He suddenly realized he’s naked. He gripped the towel knot tightly and said, “What is going on?”

Jimin faced him again, “Do you want me to tell you before or after you eat?”

“We can talk during. I’m starving actually.”

He nodded. “Then get dressed.” He then smirked, “Unless you’d rather stay naked. I definitely don’t mind either way.” Jimin saw Namjoon’s pursed lips, “Sorry. My kind are naturally flirty; it’s part of our charms, I suppose. But yeah, get dressed and I’ll tell you.”

Namjoon grabbed comfortable clothes, then moved behind the room divided in front of the wardrobe. “So...werewolves are real, huh?”

“Very much real. But, please don’t worry. It won’t happen again,” he comforted. “Not after what Hoseok did to Mike. Mike was the one who attacked you.”

“What did he do? Kill him?”

“No. He took my suggestion and tossed him into the lake.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“Remember when I told you nobody goes to the lake?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s because of what lives in it.”

Namjoon stopped halfway putting on his lounge pants. “What?”

“Her name’s Coral,” he could hear the smile in Jimin’s voice. “She’s a Cetus.”

“Cetus? Isn’t that the name of Posiedeon’s sea monster? I remember reading about it in school.”

“Well, they’re named after it. They don’t really have a general name because there’s so many species, but anyways,” he continued, “Hoseok fed Mike to her. He said any other wolf who tries attacking you will end up in her stomach next.”

“She...She eats people?” he gulped. He made a mental note to go nowhere near the lake.

“Not people necessarily. She’s a carnivore, so she eats anything meat. But you’d be okay. She mostly goes to the ocean to feed since that’s where the bigger game is.”

Namjoon came out from behind the divider. His stomach rumbled and the steak dinner looked even tastier. He took a seat at the desk, and began digging in. “Ruke said Taehyung is a witch.”

“He is. He’s a green witch; he mostly works in nature with plants and herbs. He does a lot of spellwork outside. Also, please refrain from using the term ‘witch’ around him and his kind. They prefer the word ‘Spellcaster’.”

“Noted.”

Jimin stayed quiet for a while as Namjoon ate. He’d done the same thing at dinner the previous night. They all had. “We’re not dangerous,” Jimin timidly said. “We don’t all mindlessly attack people. A lot of us are able to control ourselves around humans; we teach it to the kids too, so they don’t accidentally kill someone. We do have to live amongst you after all.”

“Yeah, because there are no humans in front of them here.”

“But none of them want to be expelled. Then they can’t get into other schools.”

“There are other monster schools?” he asked in disbelief, chewing a bit of steak.

Jimin pouted, “Yes, there are other Non-Human schools. Galloway, Shelley and Yoonsae are the closest ones to us, but there are more. You’ll see them when football season starts up. Our team is one of the best in the district.”

“So I heard.” He scooped potatoes. Jimin’s eyes observed him closely; it made his cheeks burn. “I guess this now explained why I’m teaching ‘Human Studies’, huh?”

“We told Jin there’d be no actual way to hide anything. He should have told you before he interviewed you, but he had this idea of human and non-human relations. He thought if he exposed the children to a human, they might be more inclined to want to build friendships with them.”

“That was ambitious of him.”

“He must’ve also thought it’d be the same vice versa. You’d meet Non-Humans and think we’re harmless.”

“Obviously you’re not completely harmless.” He glanced over to see sadness in Jimin’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I mean, I’m not...I didn’t mean that you are...it’s just...you know, one of them did try to kill me. I’m not saying you would do that intentionally to me.” He cleared his throat looking away.

“I know what you meant.” Jimin left the bed and sat on the desk. He looked out the window, and said, “If it makes you feel better, a lot of the students thought Minseok’s dad attacking you was uncool. Sienna asked if you’d be okay.”

“They do?”

“I think the idea of a human kind of excites them more than bothers them. A lot of them watch those human dramas, so they want to see a real-life human. Plus, they sneak away during Saturday trips to go to Janju. They know they’re not allowed, but you know kids.”

“Where do you go on Saturday trips if not to Janju?”

“Kusan. It’s a Non-Human town. They have everything there: a cafe, an ice cream parlor, a candy store, restaurants and bars, a night club, everything.” He fiddled with the end of his shirt, “I could, like, show you around if you wanted?”

“So I can get attacked again? I’m sorry, but no.”

“Nobody would do that to you there. Not with Ruke nearby.”

“Ruke was with me today and that wolf didn’t have a problem.”

“Ruke wasn’t with you. I told him he could go get punch and I’d stay with you. It’s...It’s my fault you were exposed like that. But, I promise next time we’re going to keep you safe. Besides, you’d be surprised how many Non-Humans don’t mind humans anymore.”

“Then why did everyone make such a big deal about me being there?”

“Because of Hunters. Non-Human hunters sometimes like to infiltrate Non-Human spaces to hurt us, but you’re fine. You don’t smell like a hunter, so there’s a small possibility that anyone will hurt you. Mike only jumped on you because he’s an asshole with no self-control. It wasn’t even a matter of protecting his pups. He’s just a dick.” He watched Namjoon finish his dinner, then said, “Guess your lessons plans are out the window, huh?”

“I guess.”

“You can move your english stuff over to human studies.”

“And for literature?”

“There’s plenty of books in our library. You had to have seen them. I can pick some out for you.”

“That’d be kind of you.”

“It’d also help if you read up on the different species here. You’ll have to know how to handle them if you’re going to teach them.”

“I suppose.”

“If...if you’re going to stay, that is.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know, honestly. I might as well stay since I’m already here. I don’t have anywhere else to go. I’d have a whole year to decide if I want to go or not.”

“Which means there’s a possibility you might stay?” Namjoon heard the hope in his voice. “I’d really like it if you did.”

“Really?”

“I think you can be good for the students. Who knows, maybe they’ll be good for you too.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Would I be good for you too?”

He smiled, making Namjoon’s heart skip, “I think so.”

“What are you anyways?” he asked, looking over Jimin’s features for the millionth time.

“Guess.”

“Something enchanting. You’re too beautiful to be anything else.” He grinned at Jimin’s pink cheeks. “Spellcaster?”

“Nope.”

“Fairy?”

“Would love to be, but no.”

“Cupid?”

“Cupid is fictional.”

“A harpy?”

“Oh my god, you’d really think that? They’re awful.”

“A siren then!”

“Close. I have cousins who are Sirens.” He giggled, “How about I just show you?”

“Show me?”

“Yeah. Come on,” he grabbed Namjoon’s hand and this time Namjoon didn’t mind. “I’ll show you and you can tell me what you think.”

He led Namjoon from the bedroom into his bathroom. He wondered what Jimin might be that they have to go into a bathroom. Jimin turned on the faucet and let the bath run. The pieces started coming together right as Jimin peeled off his shirt. Namjoon forced himself to turn around, but the mirror next to him tempted him. His body is beautiful. Petite and narrow, he still appeared strong and masculine. Peachy skin stretched over taunt muscles, Namjoon pictured himself placing kisses over every inch. How can someone look so soft but be so strong? Jimin began lowly humming a tune Namjoon didn’t recognize. Namjoon clenched his fists and jaw. The pressure inside him built up; he wanted to turn Jimin around and taste him. Taste everything: his lips, his skin, his cock, and everything else. Jimin’s moans must sound so sweet. He thought of them in his ears, Jimin’s breath ghosting over his skin while they remained in a passionate, naked embrace.

Jimin’s laugh cut through him and suddenly the hold on him loosened itself. He finally noticed the blond sneering at him in the mirror. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, um, uh, oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see anything.” He quickly turned his head, knowing full well he’d been caught.

“It’s okay. I’m not ashamed. I don’t mind people seeing me.” He heard a gentle splash and saw Jimin stepping into the tub. The third biggest humiliation of Namjoon’s life happened hours after his second. After a few moments, Jimin said, “You can turn around now.”

Any other scenario of Jimin naked in his tub would pump blood to his groin. But Namjoon did not see strong thighs or legs; there’s no ass or member for him to fantasize over. There was only a fishtail.

“You’re...you’re a mermaid?”

“Merman to be exact, but yeah.”

He recognized the distinguished red, orange and white pattern of a koi fish. Pectoral and side fins went down his tail to the white fin tipped by orange. His entire body submerged, Namjoon saw the contours of his body fade into orange scales tinted red. He flapped his tail against the edge of the tub. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. Namjoon continued taking in the small details of Jimin’s tail. Long whiskers moved slowly towards the surface of the water from the sides of his fins. He gravitated towards him.

“You…”

“Me…”

“Wow…Amazing.”

“Me being part fish doesn’t bother you, does it?” Jimin removed his arms to show long gills on his rib cage. “Not even my gills?” he gently brushed them, “I know they can be kinds gross when they first come out.”

“They’re not gross,” Namjoon insisted. “They help you breathe underwater and they’re cute on you.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”

He trailed one of the whiskers between his fingers and Jimin wiggled around giggling. “That tickles,” he laughed, swatting Namjoon’s hand.

“Sorry,” he held back a fond smile. “But...can I…?” he put his hand over the broad spot of Jimin’s tail, “I’m sorry. That’s weird.”

Jimin took his hand and placed it where his thighs might be. Between them remained supple compared to the rest of his body. “Touch me here,” he pushed his hand upwards to his waist, “It feels good.”

The words sounded so tempting. He’s smooth and gentle. He’s beautiful and glowing. Namjoon hardly knows a thing about him, but felt like he did. It’s as if Jimin is a piece of a puzzle he’d long forgotten about. They’re old school friends who found each other in passing somewhere. He’d own it up to lusting over the pretty teacher. They had only met yesterday. Yet, staring into Jimin’s eyes again, that isn’t the case. He knew deep down.

“Anything else you want to know?” Jimin asked, breaking into his thoughts.

Namjoon instantly dived into questions. Werewolves and witches sounded scary, but not mermaids. Not Jimin. He explained his transformations happen in water, and needs to take dips into it every so often to not dry out. There are other merfolk and sea species in the school he can meet; a lot of them are in his music class. His scales felt smooth under Namjoon’s fingers, but Jimin said they’re tougher than dragon skin.

Namjoon also learned that dragons are an endangered species.

****

First day of classes. Normally, Namjoon felt the rush of adrenaline and excitement standing in his classroom. He’d be fixing up desks, putting up last minute decorations, and taking out his lesson planner. But today, he’s fidgeting at his desk. Classes don’t start for another thirty-three minutes, but the time ticked by so slowly it might as well be hours. Jimin assured him nobody will make fun of him or laugh about what happened. Werewolf attacks are taken very seriously. He learned the wolf who attacked him, Mike, didn’t die but ended up very close to it.

“He’s lucky he’s a fast swimmer,” Jimin told him.

He tried putting that behind him. Today is a new day and he won’t start it quivering like a child. He needed to show them that he’s tough. He can handle what they throw at him. Namjoon spent a long time reading up on the common ‘Non-Humans’ he might come in contact with. He’d read not to show fear in front of a werewolf; not to expose his neck too much to a vampire, and that fairies are natural troublemakers. Shapeshifters can be tricksters, but they’re identifiable by the purple tint in their eyes. Spellcasters are the closest to humans, considering they only have magic. Some can read minds, others can move objects across rooms. Jimin told him the school put anti-magic spells on certain rooms to avoid Spellcasters dueling each other inside.

“Ruke?” Namjoon turned to the troll in the corner. “You’ll make sure everyone behaves, right?”

“Ruke watch children for Namjoon. Namjoon no worry.”

“No worry. Right. Yes. Nothing to worry about. Jimin said they felt sorry for me, but, kids can be cruel. Especially teens. They can be the worst.”

“Children like human teacher. Ruke hear children say they like human.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He needed to keep that in mind. There is so much he doesn’t know. He’s an outsider in this strange world he’s entered. Books can only teach him so much.

“Hey bro,” Hoseok peeked in through the door, “Can I come in?”

“Sure. I was just, um, getting ready.” He opened his lesson planner to a random page, “What’s up?”

“You didn’t come down for dinner or breakfast this morning,” he said. “Wanted to check up on you. Mike didn’t scratch you anywhere, did he?”

“No. He didn’t. Why? Would I turn then?”

“If you’re strong enough,” he shrugged. “Some people die from blood loss or just the severity of the bite. The poison that goes into your bloodstream is what turns you, so if you’re too weak, your body might not hold out. But, you seem to be okay,” he patted his shoulder. “Look man, I’m...I’m sorry you found out like that. We all told Jin he was crazy for hiring you without telling you about us. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t wanna freak you out.”

“Trust me, I would’ve freaked out regardless of how I found out. A school for mon-I mean, Non-Humans? It’s something out of a young adult novel,” he rolled his eyes. “But, thanks for helping. I thought he’d kill me for sure.”

“No problem. It’s part of my duty as alpha: make sure the betas and omegas stay in line.”

“Jimin said you threw him in the lake.”

“I knew he’d make it out alive, but it sends a message. We don’t have any corporal punishments here, and I’d never kill one of my own kind. I do want you to know that the pups aren’t like that. Yeah, they get a bit rowdy and they might be tempted, but they know better.”

“Shouldn’t their self control be less? You know, since they’re young?”

“They’re working on it. Also, I told them if they wanted to stay in their teams, they’d behave.” He then added, “A lot of the pups are in sports: football, softball, volleyball, basketball, you get it.”

“I suppose I should be reassured.”

“Plus, you got Ruke this time for real. Right, Ruke?”

“Ruke stay here.”

“And he can be scary when he wants. Trolls aren’t a species you mess with if you wanna keep your head on your shoulders.” He nudged him, “How did things go with Jimin though? I heard he went to see you alone,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “He show you that special mermaid charm of his?”

“Nothing like that happened. He wanted to make sure I was okay.” He thought about Jimin’s abdomen and stopped immediately. “He’s nice.”

“He is,” he chuckled. “We’re not all that bad. Well, maybe the bat is, but not the rest of us.”

“The bat?”

“Yoongi. He’s a vampire. Hundreds of years old and they haven’t made him any kinder. Jungkook and I will make sure he stays off your back though.”

“What is Jungkook anyways?”

“We...We don’t really have a name for him. He’s the first of his kind. He’s sensitive about it, so let him bring it up on his own.”

Students started entering the class. Woodstone dress code mimicked any other school code: red blazers lined in gold with white shirts and red ties. Girls wore black skirts, boys wore black pants. Namjoon nodded to them as they came in, though very few looked at him. His anxious nerves fizzed inside him like Pop Rocks. He took deep breaths, and Hoseok patted his back. “Relax, dude. You’ll be fine. They know the rules.”

“The rules. Yes, they do.”

“I gotta go,” he checked his watch, “Classes are starting in ten minutes. Catch up with you at lunch.”

As Hoseok left, another person came up to him. “Hey, Mr. K,” Minseok shouldered his bag, “I’m sorry about my dad. He can be a jerk sometimes. He’s an old-school wolf.”

“That’s...That’s okay, Minseok. It wasn’t your fault. Thank you for being there.”

“I can’t have my dad eat my english teacher,” he said, “Then I’d flunk for sure.”

He chuckled, “Good thing I’m still here. Take your seat; we’ll be starting soon.”

Minseok left to his seat beside a group wearing letterman jackets similar to his. Namjoon wrote his name and the class subject on the whiteboard. He thought he’d take a different approach than he’d first planned. He put ‘English Literature and You’ at the very top, then outlines underneath. He still had a syllabus that’s required, but he’d like to hear what they’d like to know. Mostly so he can research it. Once the bell sounded, he faced the class.

“Morning everyone,” he said to the class. “My name’s Mr. Kim and I’ll be your English Language and Literature teacher.”

“Morning Mr. Kim,” the teenagers said in unison.

He picked up the stack of syllabus copies he’d made then began separating stacks for the children to pass down. “I know a lot of you saw what happened yesterday-”

“-That was hella messed up,” one boy said from nearby. “Wolves have no self control.”

“Shut up, Kai,” Minseok instantly retorted. “You bloodsuckers aren’t any better.”

“Boys, that’s enough,” Namjoon immediately came between them. “Now, what happened did not leave the best first impression, but I hope we can start fresh today. I know now what you all are and you definitely know what I am.”

“Weren’t you scared?” a wisp of a girl asked from the corner. “I know I was.”

“Yeah, he almost killed you,” the boy beside her said.

“I’ll admit having a werewolf nearly tear your neck out is scary, but I won’t generalize that behavior to the rest of them. It’s not their fault it happened.” He went back to his desk, “In light of what happened, I think it’s best if we do little introductions first. We’ll all say our name, what species we are, and a little fact about ourselves.” The mention of introducing themselves made the group uneasy. “Yes, you all already know each other, but I don’t know you. I’d like to. Look, I’ll go first.” He straightened his tie, then said, “My name’s Namjoon, but you all call me Mr. Kim. I’m a human, born and raised in Ilsan, but I moved to Seoul when I started university. I majored in english literature and education so I could become a teacher like my dad.”

“But our literature is different from human literature,” Sienna spoke up. She sat in the middle of two girls who looked as pretty as her. Namjoon guessed a mermaid or siren like Jimin. “How can you teach us what you don’t know?”

“That’s the beauty of this, isn’t it? We’ll be learning about it together. If you look at your syllabuses,” he picked up his own copy. “I picked out some titles I found written by authors of different species. I thought it’d be cool if while I’m teaching you guys, you guys can teach me about your different cultures.”

“You mean like what we eat and stuff?” Minseok asked.

“If it comes up.”

“Or that fairies have different types of dust for different things?”

“Or that vampires can’t drink blood from dead bodies because it can make us sick?”

“Sure, if that comes up in our books too. I think there’s a lot we can learn from one another; we just need to keep open minds about it. Does that sound okay to you guys?”

They stayed silent a moment. It worried him. What if they have no interest in teaching him anything? He’s the teacher, after all. He should know things. He should have left when he had the chance; then they’d have a competent teacher.

“Don’t think that way, Mr. Kim,” a girl with a moon-shaped barrette in her hair said. “I’d be happy to tell you all about Spellcasters.”

“Me too,” nodded the girl sitting behind her.

“Vampires are highly misunderstood creatures,” Kai said, nose in the air. “I know I’d like to clear the air about humans’ misconceptions about us.”

“And we have no problem teaching you everything we know about mermaids,” Sienna and the girls batted their lashes and flipped their hair.

This enthusiasm definitely eased his tension. Then the introductions started. They’re kids, he realized listening to them introduce themselves to him. They might be Non-Human, but they act the way any other human kid might. They passed notes; they whispered behind their hands; they tossed paper balls at each other. Werewolves and vampires don’t get along, explaining why they sit on opposite sides of the room. Mermaids get on well with sirens since they’re both mercreatures and most are related. Fairies and Spellcasters are fine, though Fairies are much more playful. He’d keep his eyes on them. The only shapeshifter in the class is the bushy haired boy from orientation, Samuel.

“...I like books,” he’d said, not meeting Namjoon’s eyes. “I was the book club leader before Mr. Flint retired.”

“Then maybe we can start it back up again. I like books too.”

This made the boy smile widely. They started their lessons on writing essays, since that’ll be their first homework assignment. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary here. He can pretend their normal students despite knowing they aren’t human. Ruke eyed all of them from his corner, occasionally growling to keep them on their toes. They all feared him, Namjoon noticed. He’d considered telling Jin that there’d be no need for Ruke, but then he remembered the previous day. He’ll give it a while before he releases Ruke from his duties.

But, it appeared, they’d started on the right foot at last.

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Phantasmagoria

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by phosphorus_alnilam_saiph

“You never really know how much you truly love someone until they are gone.”

Everyone has them on their skin. Words— the last ones that you will ever hear from your soulmate. Those without the inked black words are considered the ‘Loveless,’ who will never have a soulmate and are looked down upon by society as unworthy of the love that everyone else seems to be guaranteed.

Keith is one of the Loveless. Puberty came around and as everyone was passing the milestone of having their soulmark appear one by one, Keith wasn’t surprised that he always found himself markless. He certainly didn’t think that he was someone who could be loved and the universe had a thing for letting him roam lawlessly, his existence not abiding by the rules of games, society, and reality itself. After all, he can see ghosts. After all, in between working as a medium, doing crime, hunting ghosts on a crappy TV program, and avoiding spirits who proclaim him as their personal phones to contact their soulmates, Keith is solving a murder mystery that seems to involve the paranormal a lot more than it does the living. After all, Lance McClain gets hired on his TV show, Phantasmagoria, and he seems to be just as lawless as he is.

Words: 1129, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Allura (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Medium Keith (Voltron), Ghost Lance (Voltron), lance is dead, Sadly, Keith has got a rough past, and so has Lance, Fluff and Angst, Angst, i'll add tags as i go, Ghost Hunters, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Ghost hunting TV show, Scams, be gay do crime, Keith can see ghosts, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate AU, The last words your lover says to you are on your skin, Keith and Lance being dumbasses, Slow Burn, Not surprising knowing me, oblivious keith, Murder, Crime, Murder Mystery, Lance and Keith try to solve a murder, Orphan Keith (Voltron), Demons, Ghosts, Paranormal, Some OCs probably - Freeform, Pidge is a little gremlin, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), enemies-to-lovers, Lance is an annoying troll for a while, and Keith is an asshole, Prank Wars, Modern AU, Bleh, warning: death, Blood and Gore, Its a story with tons of ghosts, what were you expecting, Keith commits crime, Comedy, Klance being gay, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling

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Meant To Be (In Any Form)-3

I have like 50 other AU ideas to write...I chose to write this instead XD But cuddly fluff can't be denied!! So please enjoy this short and sweet piece that may rot your teeth.

Chapter Summary: Branch and Poppy enjoy just being adorably soft one rainy morning.

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@writerofberk-Soft Broppy fluff? Soft Broppy fluff.

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The morning was an unusual one for Troll Village, for rather than the sounds of happy singing and bouncy music playing, the natural music of rain falling through the trees was what greeted the brightly colored creatures. It was a steady sort of rain, the kind that had some trolls staying inside for longer breakfasts or cuddle time but also light enough for others to venture outside as they normally would, running errands or meeting with friends, all allowing their voices to harmonize with the weather. It was this gentle symphony of sounds, the soft pitter-patter of rain and calm singing, that the queen of the trolls found herself waking up to.

Poppy sighed as she listened to the rain and the distant voices of her people, finding she didn't have the usual urge to get up and start the day with a happy song with her people. No, this morning she was going to take advantage of the weather and stay right where she was, snuggled up warm in bed with her favorite troll beside her, strong arms wrapped around her and his gentle snoring in her ear. And she knew no one would fault her for it, everyone, not just her dad, not just Branch, not just her friends, everyone in the village had been insisting it was okay for her to take time for herself when the need arose for it for years now. And she was finally feeling comfortable with doing so. So yes, today she was taking some time to just be Poppy and to enjoy a lazy morning at home with her husband.

Sighing in contentment, Poppy shifted to sink back into Branch's embrace, thinking she'd let herself fall back asleep before she felt him move. She felt him nuzzle his nose against her shoulder as he gently squeezed her in a brief hug as he began to wake up. Reaching down, she tangled their fingers together as she listened to him yawn before he rubbed his nose up her shoulder to bury it in her neck. Feeling him take a deep breath, Poppy smiled before she felt him began to place soft, slow kisses wherever he could reach without shifting away from her. She sighed happily once more, loving that this was the way Branch woke up beside her and knowing she'd never tired of it.

Branch hummed against her as he began to wake up more before another large yawn escaped him, “Mmm, s'rprised you're not up an' singin' yet.” Not that he really minded getting to wake up with his wife in his arms and making no attempt to leave their warm cocoon of blankets. Maybe he could convince her to sleep in a little today if she wasn't in the usual rush to get up...

Poppy giggled sweetly, squeezing their joined hands, “I've decided we're taking the morning off. It's rainy and all I want right now is some cuddles.”

Branch chuckled, amused his sleepy thoughts were already voiced by Poppy before replying, voice still rough from sleep, “That so?”

“Mm-hmm!” Poppy answered before wiggling around, signaling she wanted to turn to turn over. Once Branch had loosened his hold, she rolled over and wrapped her arms around his waist before tucking her head under his chin and sighing happily as she settled in the new position, “And it's not like we're busy this morning. Your handytroll class and Mandy's craft party isn't until this afternoon. And someone will come find us if there's an emergency before then. So you know, win-win if you ask me~”

“Hmm...Good points.” He murmured before placing another soft kiss on her forehead. Nuzzling his nose into her bangs, he let his hair tangle with hers as he mindlessly rubbed soothing circles on her waist as she sighed softly again and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

Letting the natural music of the falling rain combined with the faraway voices of their subjects fill their room, the royal couple laid there in bed, dozing in and out of consciousness. Poppy's thoughts drifted from upcoming party ideas to how she needed to plan a trip to visit Bridget soon to when to have her next date night with Branch, never staying on topic for long as she rested. Branch's thoughts were blissfully quiet for him as he held his wife close, this morning one of those rare times where he wasn't worrying about things to come or to do, the aquamarine troll just content in the current moment. They stayed there long enough for the rain to fall a little harder before returning to its previously light pitter-patter and would have stayed there until it was time for them to get ready had Poppy's stomach not decided to make itself known.

Chuckling, Branch suggested they get up for breakfast and it was only after he promised to make chocolate chip pancakes that Poppy stopped her pouting. He had even thrown in the reminder they could continue their cuddle session on the couch afterwards. The pink queen had however still been dramatic about getting up which had earned her some of her husband's amused laughter. After pulling Poppy up as they bantered playfully, and a playful seduction attempt, Branch managed to tug her gently out of bed and down the stairs of their tree-house, Poppy giggling the whole way.

Breakfast was made without a rush, Branch taking his time to make sure his batter was well mixed and the pan hot as Poppy sat on the counter, swinging her legs and sipping her morning cocoa. She soon started to sing, a gentle happy song that Branch found himself singing along with, their voices harmonizing flawlessly. Three songs, a quick dance around the kitchen and Poppy doing her best to distract Branch later, there were a stack of semi-perfectly cooked pancakes to be eaten. Sadly there had been a few casualties when Branch had dipped his wife low, getting lost in the deep kiss he had pulled her into when they had been dancing. Poppy quickly whipped up some whipped cream and paired with the fresh berries they had picked yesterday, the two dug into their healthy yet delicious breakfast.

Poppy let out a satisfied sigh after swallowing her last bite and leaning back in her chair, “Mmmm, fantastic as always, my handsome hubby~” She patted her stomach and let out a small burp that had Branch chuckling at her softly.

“Glad you approve,” He replied, finishing up his own plate.

“Always~” She chirped before smirking and placing her elbow on the table to cradle her cheek, “Now, I do believe someone owes me more cuddles.”

Branch rolled eyes, a smirk of his own playing on his lips as he questioned, “Can't a troll finish his breakfast before his beautiful demanding wife monopolizes his time?”

The pink queen placed a finger on her chin like she was contemplating her answer before sighing playfully, “I suppose I can let you do that...But you must repay me in kisses and poetry when you're done. Queen's orders!”

He snickered, “Oh, of course, Your Majesty. Your kindness knows no bounds and your beauty no other. When you-”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Poppy shook her finger at him, trying and failing to look stern, “Poetry after breakfast!”

Branch nodded before the two of them burst into laughter. “You're impossible.” He said, voice warm with fondness.

“And you love me~”

“I do.” He said with a look that never failed to made Poppy feel all tingly and warm and gave her the urge to just kiss him senseless but she resisted...for now.

Once Branch was finished, after making sure he ate the rest of his food slowly just to tease Poppy, and their dishes were in the sink, he playfully hoisted her up on his shoulder and carted her to the sofa. Dropping down dramatically, he let her shift around until their limbs were tangled comfortably together before getting ready to recite some of her favorite poems. However Poppy interrupted him by enacting her plan and commandeering his lips for more enjoyable pursuits. Their lips moved together with ease, Poppy tilting her head just so as she laid on top of him. Pulling away when the need for air became apparent, the pink troll happily took in the dazed look on her lover's face with a giggle. Blinking slowly, Branch lazily smirked up at her before pulling her down for another kiss. She did say she wanted both poetry and kisses after all.

After much kissing, Poppy finally let her husband have his mouth back so he could grace her ears with those sweet romantic words of his. Chuckling quietly, Branch began with a old favorite, the very same one he had used to help Bridget those few short years ago, as Poppy sighed happily against his neck. She felt herself getting sleepy as she listened to his calming voice and snuggled into his warm embrace as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. Gazing tenderly at the troll he loved, Branch carefully pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over them with his hair before humming softly as Poppy fell back asleep. He himself merely closed his eyes and rested there with her comforting weight on top of him, letting the relaxing sounds of the rain wash over him. Yes, he knew he could follow Poppy back into dreamland if he got too relaxed which could make them late for their obligations but...a few more hours of sleep in the arms of his precious wife with falling rain in the background? It was a worthy risk to take if you asked him. And so, Branch shifted deeper in the cushions and held Poppy close as he allowed himself to relax and for sleep to claim him once again.

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As I said, something short and fluffy because I wanted to write rainy morning cuddly Broppy XD I was gonna let it be a little longer but then a good ending presented itself so I took the opportunity to end it nicely rather than feel the ending was awkward as I do on other things XP

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for more!

#Dreamworks Trolls #Branch #Poppy #Broppy #Fanfiction #Fluff #dreamworkstrolls #rainy morning #Soft

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akozuheiwa · 4 years

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Tagged by @kiwibirdlafayette ❤️

1. Why do you write? (ie; what’s your motivation?)

Hmm, probably because I really love to create in as many forms as possible, and writing is a pretty unique form of creating because everyone who reads what I write is going to leave with a different image of a world I was able to create… I dunno I just think it’s neat.

2. Who, of your characters would you want to spend a day with?

Hmmm, I’m gonna do this by universe I think…

ToA fics: Krel, duh. He’s my boy and maybe he could actually teach me how to math.

Real Magic: This one is tough because they’re all my babies but probably Traavohn, he’s fun and an all around good dude.

Valkyrie: Lykke, probably, I adore him and he both could and would take me flying.

Parallax: Mahhi, probably, because they’re a good kid and I want to hug them to death. Also they, too, might be able to teach me how to math.

3. What’s your favorite part of writing?

Worldbuilding and dialogue. Worldbuilding is just so cool, to start with nothing and build up an entire world. It’s so much fun. And dialogue is also very fun, I love seeing characters interact and take on a life of their own.

4. What is one genre and/or trope you despise writing?

Political drama, probably. Like, anything where I have to know shit about politics. In other words, the current book in RM that I’m working on. My own fault.

5. Who are your biggest influences?

Oh, that’s a hard one… I’m not sure, but everything I’ve read and watched has shaped me as a writer, being in a “I hate that and will not write like that” or a “I love that and will try to emulate some of it” kind of way.

6. If your work got a film deal- Animated or Live action?

Animated!! Animation allows for all sorts of unique story-telling devices that live action doesn’t, and there’s so much love put into it… also then I don’t have to worry finding someone who can both act and looks like my characters, and, quite frankly, there’d be a lot of CGI anyway in most of what I write so why not go all out?

7. Are you more of an outline person or write-as-you go person?

I absolutely have to have an outline because if I don’t then weird shit happens like, I dunno, dinosaurs (I’m not kidding). Now, do my characters always listen to the outline? Absolutely not, but I have to have one.

8. What’s the most emotional thing you’ve ever written?

Oof, um… I’ve written a lot of rough scenes, and I’m not sure which I’d call the most emotional. The most emotional thing in the past few months has definitely been a concept scene from Legacies that I hope will rip your hearts out 🙂

9. Would you want to live in the world(s) of your story?

I’d totally live in my ToA fics because, duh, trolls and aliens and wizards and it’s cool. I’d totally live in RM because I modelled elven society almost exactly how I wish society could be so duh. I’d live in the Valkyrie universe as long as I’m not stuck in Kris’s position, I don’t need that kind of responsibility. I’d live in the Parallax universe because, duh, aliens.

10. (and, because I’ve seen most do this)- Any goals for your WIP?

Legacies: Finish and post it? And hopefully get y’all attached and make you cry.

Space Rogues and Morando AU: Finish and post, also.

Real Magic: My New Year’s Resolution was to finish the new covers and get all three books published (right now only two are out) – also my goal for it is that one day people will love it enough to write fanfiction or draw fanart.

Valkyrie: Get it picked up and actually made into a show, and from there I hope people will love it enough to write fics or make art.

Parallax: Same as Valkyrie.

My questions for those tagged:

1. What inspires you to write?

2. Do you prefer writing fanfiction or original fiction?

3. Describe your WIP(s) in five words.

4. Do you have any characters you’d want to punch in the face? What about hug?

5. What’s the hardest scene you’ve ever written?

6. Do any characters come more naturally to you than others?

7. What’s one piece of advice about writing you want to tell your younger self?

8. What’s your favourite trope to write?

9. Fluff or angst?

10. Do you have any goals for your WIP(s)?

Tagging: @brising @lizzylucky @sheltie26 @dreyadeir @aeinridi @squash1-squash2-squash3 @trololololololooz @eurazba @infographicisminetocommand @yellowmagicalgirl @purplerose244 (sorry to anyone who has already done this rip) and anyone else if you want to do this consider yourself tagged by me

#tag meme #these are so much fun to do #also an excuse to talk about my original fiction on here #which i don't do enough #yeet #im bad at tagging people as you can see #rip #im trying yall #long post

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thicctails · 5 months

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some quick ship sketches uwu

#trolls #rough and fluff au #broppy #hickory x trollex #hiclex?#trory?#trolls au #trolls world tour #princess poppy #trolls branch #trolls hickory #trolls trollex

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firstdove15 · 4 years

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2019 Fic Roundup

I actually wrote enough this year to answer most of these questions. 😂 If you haven’t done this yourself, feel free to join in the fun! ❤️💕

Stats

Total words written: 18,030

Shortest story: The Death of a Montague (832)

Longest story: Akane One-Half (ongoing) (14k+ in general; roughly 11k this year, FFN)

Fics Posted (Gen)

Akane One-Half: More like updating because I’ve been writing on and off for two years but I did add three chapters this year.

Through the Forest: It’s technically gen because Pidge and Lance don’t have romantic feelings for each other (yet). It was completely inspired by @krissychan2 ’s art of them as nymph and fairy respectively.

Fics Posted (Plance)

Love from the Future - Inspired by a prompt generator that said to write about a person who gets a typewriter and finds a love letter from the future and they attempt to find that person. I didn’t follow the prompt to the T but I had fun with it. And getting encouragement from @rueitae during the letter part meant a lot because I was worried about it staying in-character and whether or not it was going to be too fluffy. X3

Chocolat - Self-indulgent oneshot inspired by a little college get together. XD It was actually originally going to be part of a multichapter story (that I thoroughly outlined from beginning to end, no less!) but it just didn’t work out. OTL

Fics Posted (Rosvolio)

The Death of a Montague - The prompt was to write a fic based on a song for Rosvolio and I knew right away I wanted to do it to Brendon Urie’s Death of a Bachelor. Plus I’m a sucker for guys taking on the wives’ last name. XD

Specifics

Best Title: The Death of a Montague. Only because of Brendon Urie though since his title was genius to describe a man happily getting married. Same thing here on top of Benvolio cutting off the last remaining ties to his abusive uncle.

Worst Title: Probably Through the Forest. I could’ve picked a better title to reflect the game Lance was playing on Pidge or his motives, but *shrugs*.

Favorite opening lines:

“I caught you, you sneaky little bastard!”

The fairy in her hands didn’t even try to struggle from her grasp. Instead he licked the remaining berry juice off the corner of his lips and grinned at her. “So you have, little nymph.”

I was fresh off of writing for Akane One-Half so, yeah, that’s why you’re seeing swearing from me here. XP

Favorite closing lines:

The card included two ticket stubs for the Killbot Phastasm movie that long faded. He wondered if Lance knew she kept it all these years.

He put the card down and got to work. He’d let him find it. It would be another opportunity for her to talk about her feelings with current Lance rather than past Lance.

He smiled at the thought.

Tonight would be a good night.

Endings aren’t my strong suits but I did like tying up the stable time loop. XD

General Questions:

- Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

Given my personality, just about what I predicted. I wish I had done more though. Oh well, that’s what 2020 is going to be for. XD

- What pairing/genre/fandom did you write most?

Plance/fluff/Voltron respectively. Especially fluff because The Death of a Montague was fluffy and Akane One-Half had some fluff toward the end of the last chapter I posted on FFN.

- What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

Rosvolio/Still Star-Crossed for sure! I wish I hadn’t taken so long with the soulmate AU but I’m still in the middle of writing it so it’ll be for this year. XD

- Did you take any writing risks this year?

Other than trying to get familiar with Pidge and Lance’s personality? Not really. 😅 I almost did with one of the oneshots in mind to take place after Through the Forest (I actually had a rough draft of it), but I was worried one of them would be too dark. I mean, I’ve written dark stuff before, but someone probably would’ve been like, “What the heck, Faye?!” and I wouldn’t have blamed them one bit. XDD

- Do you have any fanfic or general writing goals for the new year?

Well, I saved up and got a new laptop so I’m just hoping I’ll be more productive this year writing wise.

- What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest?

Hoo, boy. Tie between Through the Forest and Love from the Future. The former because I was happy to write something coherent inspired by a beautiful piece of art and the latter because fluff. ❤️💕

- Okay, NOW your most popular story.

Definitely Love from the Future and I’m okay with that. XD

- Story most underappreciated by the universe:

Haha, Chocolat. Which I am also okay with because 1) It was literally just posted and 2) It was super self-indulgent. XP

- Story that could’ve been better:

The Death of a Montague. Most of my energy went into the sonnet (it took me HOURS to compose that sonnet alone 😂) so I felt like I didn’t put as much heart into the rest of the story. T_T. But a good amount of people enjoyed it and I appreciated that.

- Story with the sexiest scene:

HAHAHAHA! I JUST CAN WRITE A CHASTE KISS SCENE.

- Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

N/A. Again, if I had gone with that oneshot as a sequel to Through the Forest, that would have been a different story. To be fair, it was going to follow the aftermath of the Thing™ rather than during, but still….

- Saddest story?

Eh, none of them really? I mean Through the Forest has super light angst but only toward the end. Pidge clearly missing her brother and the story alluding to Lance having lost someone permanently. The second other sequel would have been part fluffy part angsty but… there is a reason I haven’t gone through with them for editing/posting…

- Most fun?

Let me shake it up and say Akane One-Half. XD Everything is still a puzzle and I think I’m getting the gist of how most events will go.

- Story with single sweetest moment?

Chip and his scenes with Lance and Pidge, I think in Love from the Future. ❤️💕

- Hardest story to write?

I mean, I had challenges with the parts that were supposed to be the meat of the story (e.g. the love letter and the sonnet) but outside of that I could recognize when something needed to be cut or expanded on and I’m happy for that.

- Easiest/Most fun story to write?

Chocolat. XD Got to include Hunk being a troll and not being afraid of Pidge’s wrath because he’s currently overseas. He has to come back to America sometime. 😂

- Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

That’s part of the point of me writing Akane One-Half. Wanted to see if changing the situation would change their characters and I’m having fun figuring it out. Waiting for someone to complain about certain characterization later down the road but…*shrugs*

- Most overdue story?

Complete wise: The Death of a Montague

WIP wise: The Rosvolio soulmate AU. I got a bit ambitious on how the whole soulmate thing works in that AU and I’m working on it not being so info dumpy. 😅

- What are your fic writing goals for next year?

1) Finish the Rosvolio soulmate AU fic

2) Update Akane One-Half faster (Like I legit have two arcs written in first drafts and detailed notes for the two arcs after that. I have no excuse 😂).

3) Write that Plance Vampire/Fledgling-esque AU. I will figure something out, dangit.

4) MAYBE write a long ATLA oneshot based on that Probending AU an artist made for Katara, Toph, and Azula with Suki as their coach. It wouldn’t take me long to find the artist and give credit if I do go this route. Just thought it’d be fun to explore Azula’s character based on what Aaron Ehaz had in mind.

5) (super tentative) Write that oneshot idea I had for Dororo. I miss my babies. 😭

Welp, that was fun! Saw @rueitae ’s post and wanted to give it a shot if I published four things and updated one this year. 👍 Hope you guys have fun with this is you decide to do it!

#long post #personal #sorry for this; i'm so used to being on my phone that i did this whole thing on mobile 😅#edit: added read more on the laptop

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