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thedawningofthehour · 8 months

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I'm reading a rottmnt fic, y'know, like usual, when at one point Donnie call Draxum father and my mind when directly to Galois.

Now, i can't stop thinking about the amount of PTSD that your fic cause me, That i can't read others fics without thinking of yours.

But then, i remember that i did this to myself.

It actually kind of grinds my gears a bit whenever fics have the turtles call Draxum 'dad' in anything but a satirical manner. I just feel like Draxum is too old-school for that. More like 2012 Splinter vibes, where he is still unquestionably Dad but the turtles still use a more formal honorific because that's just how he raised them. And even then, it's implied that they called him Papa when they were little. Which is actually a thing in Japanese-Papa is a loanword and kids will usually start calling their dads that when they first learn to talk, (which makes sense, 'pa' is one of the first and easiest sounds a baby starts to make, along with 'ma' and 'ba', which is why names for moms and dads are so similar all over the world) and then they graduate to a more formal title once they're older. For the 2012 boys, for some reason that title was just Sensei.

I did put in one hint that Draxum told Gale that he called him Papa as a baby turt. And Gale will use it if he really wants to be manipulative, unaware that it actually has zero effect on Draxy. I actually looked up all the words for Father in Old Norse, thinking if Draxum did raise kids, he'd want them to call him what he called his own father. And the title that I found most likely, based on his place of birth and the time period I imagine he was born in, was, and I kid you not, Far. Norse kids legit called their daddies Far. Which-these were the Vikings, many of their daddies were sailing around the world for years at a time, bringing back new stepmoms and making baby siblings their whole childhoods, so that part's accurate. (I kid, Draxum's old but the Viking Age was over by the time he was born) But I felt like people would see that and be more confused than pointing and going "that's Draxum's word for dad! How cute!"

Another Old Norse word for dad was literally just dad. Which makes sense, English is also a Germanic language and took a lot from that language family. But I think something would have been lost if Splinter was Dad and I called Draxum Dad(Faroese style).

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alonely-dreamer · 4 years

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 23: The Holy Forest - Part 3: Cornelius Fay

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 1112

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there, besides I couldn’t have it edited! I hope you’ll like it!

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Margo shivered on her throne. Though the room was warm, thanks to the fire burning strong and hot in both fireplaces at each side of the giant room, she could still feel the cool air from the Forest. Her golden dress couldn’t keep her warm, and she pulled at her sleeves, trying to cover her arms up to her wrists. She was fidgeting, one could say. She could feel the heretic and the witch waiting outside of those tall golden doors. She could feel the original vampire and the ultimate standing out there with her friends. She stared at the doors, waiting, wondering, worrying. They seemed so far away, as if the more she stared the more they shrank. The room was silent, her 20 guards posted around the room were being so still that they almost became stone, invisible, forgotten.

Eventually, she raised her hand and silently asked for the doors to open. There was almost no noise as they slid on the impeccable white marble floor, revealing her guests. Heidi and Alexander led the way. But that’s not who caught her attention. She had seen plenty of them in the last centuries and will see plenty more of them in the next. Her eyes immediately fell on the original vampire, currently the greatest threat to her Queendom. Or maybe she was wrong. Maybe the shy, impressionable, nervous and intimidated girl at his side was the greatest threat to the Forest. Or the supernatural world as a whole. She saw nothing of Aella in Mackenzie. Not her grace, not her fierceness, nothing. Of course, she had more than that within her while Aella had so little. Even Margo herself had so little compared to what the ultimate had.

Heidi stopped a few feet away from the stairs leading to the throne. The witch bowed, though she didn’t need to, Margo always appreciated the show of respect. Alexander bowed too, but in a more amused way, as if he were mocking the gesture, mocking her or Heidi. Those two were the complete opposite of one another. But Margo loved them both equally. Or at least that’s what she would say. It was no secret to anyone that Heidi was her best friend. They were like sisters.

“Your Majesty,” Alexander said. “Let me introduce you to Mackenzie Alemaund and Elijah Mikaelson.”

Elijah bowed to her as he was announced. He did it with ease as if he had done it a thousand times before, and maybe he had. Mackenzie managed to produce a little curtesy that Heidi had just showed her earlier. Margo wouldn’t criticize any of it. She knew Mackenzie was no actual threat to her. She knew she had her respect. She only wanted people to bow to her when they were reluctant to accept her as queen. It was always such a pleasure to see people bend the knee.

“Mackenzie Alemaund,” Margo repeated dryly.

Mackenzie tried to meet the queen’s gaze, but she seemed highly uncomfortable. She seemed to shrink, as if wishing she could disappear, as Margo stood up. Slowly, she walked down the three steps to meet her guests, ignored Heidi and Alexander as her eyes never left the ultimate. She analyzed her, looked her up and down, carefully studied her clothes, a black turtleneck and a brown skirt, short black heels like a schoolgirl would wear.

“You look nothing like your mother,” she continued. “I see a lot of your father in your face. Of course you would look like him. He’s the one who gave you your powers after all.”

Mackenzie said nothing as the queen walked around her without saying another word. She then lifted her eyes from the small elemental and found the vampire standing close. He was in love, no doubt. Ready to jump between her and a bullet, or anything that could harm her. Anything. Or anyone.

“Elijah Mikaeslon.”

“Your Majesty,” he said as he bowed again.

She appreciated his respect. It put her in a better mood. “I hear you are the… honorable one.”

“I… have been called that once or twice,” he chuckled modestly.

“I have to be honest, I wouldn’t have opened the doors to my city to any of your siblings.”

“I understand. It would be… wise.”

“You understand of course that killing here is forbidden.”

“I do.”

“And that keeping the Forest a secret is required.”

“I was made aware of the protocol.”

“Good. Then we should not have any problems, you and I,” she said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. “Have you received my gifts?” she then turned back around towards Mackenzie who was taken by surprise.

“I… Yes, I did. Thank you,” she answered in a steady voice, finding her confidence again.

“I have to be honest and admit I don’t remember who gave them to me. But I know all of those spells and I have no more use for those old grimoires anymore. I was told you could be trusted with them, have I been lied to?”

Mackenzie gulped. She was probably referring to the grimoire of dark spells she had found in her room, along with a grimoire of spells that Mackenzie could imagine herself doing one day.

“No.”

“Good. Then we…”

The queen didn’t get the time to finish her thought as a page entered the room, seemingly out of breath, bowed, not to anyone in particular, and then announced a surprised guest.

“Lord Cornelius Fay, your Majesty.”

“Ah, Cornelius,” Margo said as she forced a smile on her face. “What a pleasant surprise. And what good timing.”

A man, whose age Mackenzie couldn’t tell, appeared behind the page. He was dressed in dark green, and old fashion, a tunic as long as a dress, and that suited his silhouette perfectly. He was incredibly tall and thin, with bright blue eyes and very long blond hair that reached the end of his back. He gave Margo a friendly smirk before he bowed to her.

“Your Majesty,” he said with an overdone gesture, yet not disrespectful.

“Cornelius, let me introduce you to Mackenzie Alemaund, I know you could not wait to meet her.”

“Indeed,” he nodded as he took Mackenzie’s hand and brought it to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on her skin. “It is a great pleasure to finally meet you, Mackenzie,” he said with a grin.

“You’re…” she cleared her throat, surprised and a bit confused. “Nice to meet you too… You’re… a Fay?”

“Indeed I am. The eldest Fay alive, I’m afraid,” he chuckled, though neither Mackenzie or Elijah found anything amusing in that fact.

“Mackenzie,” Alexander said as he stepped between her and the original vampire. “This is Cornelius Fay. Your 20th great grandfather.”

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