#Keefe Sencen fanfic

[stargirl-evie]

version where Keefe agrees to stay in Jolies old room after Edaline offers. His eyes get misty when Sophie and her mom walk him in and help him get settled. He cries a little when they leave to let him change and get comfortable. He comes out in these human pajama pants and a black t-shirt and Sophie decides to focus on that and not his slightly red and puffy eyes.

They sit in the couch and Edaline brings them something sweet and a few more bottles of youth. Grady watches from the kitchen with soft, sad eyes.

He thanks her parents and apologizes for all the trouble he’s causing and they wave it away. They say things about how it’s not a problem and that they’re just happy he’s safe and back. He gets a little misty eyed again. After food and only slightly awkward silence, Grady mentions that they should definitely try to sleep. It’s late, and it’ll be easier to talk after some rest.

They go upstairs together and Sophie pushes past her anxiety and grabs his hand as they walk. Neither of them say anything, but he hugs her at the top of the stairs.

She wonders if it’s her awareness of his feelings for her, or if it’s her mutual ones, but she can’t find it in herself to be mad at him. Not when his face is buried in between her neck and shoulder, not when he holds her like he’s trying to make up for everything that happened, not when he stands in front of her looking like a boy. It hits her again that he’s not much older than her, and he’s still incredibly young be elven standards.

She’s sure she’ll be mad again in the morning, or even later tonight, but for now this quite comfort works. She is beyond relieved he’s home with her.

She walks with him to his room. She stands beside him as he gets in the bed and she flicks of the lights for him when she goes to leave.

He calls her. Asks her to stay. She immediately agrees.

She runs downstairs to tell her parents, her dad looks like he’s about to start a very uncomfortable lecture, but her mom cuts in after meeting her eyes and tells her she thinks it’s a great idea.

She runs back to her room to grab some pillows, Ella, and another blanket.

Keefe watches her walk into the room. He’s still laying where she left him, it makes her slightly less worried. His eyes are big, almost childish, and again she can’t help but think he’s just a boy. And he doesn’t deserve to feel like this. She’s mad, but not at him.

He stops her from setting up a spot on the floor near the bed. She’s confused. They fuss about it for a minute before he pulls back the blanket and just says, “please”.

She caves and brings herself to lie down next to him. He’s close, they can feel the heat off each other, and for the first time she’s glad he can’t sense her emotions as much.

They stay like that for a while, on their backs with their respected stuffed animals in their arms. It’s dark, her parents have gone to bed, and they’re both ignoring the quite sniffles coming from both sides of the bed.

After what seems like forever he rolls over to look at her. She turns her head to meet his eyes. “Turn that way” she says, and he does what she asks without question.

Carefully she turns toward his back. She’s anxious again, but confident that this is something they need. She places Ella behind her back and tentatively wraps her arms around Keefes waist.

He tenses for a bit, then let’s out a quite sob. He shakes in her hold for a while, but he never lets go of the grip on her hands.

When he does calm down, he brings their intertwined fingers up, and he presses the back of her hand to his face.

She can’t really call it a kiss, per say, but his skin is warm and his lips are definitely against her skin. She buries her face in his back, and their legs tangle below the fluffy comforter.

They sleep, after days of nightmares and restlessness, they sleep. It’s long, it’s not enough, but it’s peaceful because neither one of them dreams.

The next day will be hard, it’ll be full of hurt and tears and words that are going to sting, but right now, right now and everything that will happen after, it makes it all worth it.

#little angsty fic #It’s practice for a bigger work #Haha-cry #kotlc #keefe sencen #kotlc keefe sencen #Keefe Sencen fanfic #Keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #kotlc sophie foster #kotlc fanfic #keeper of the lost cities fanfic #sokeefe #kotlc headcanons #Sokeefe angst #Sokeefe hurt/comfort #Cuddling #emotional support stuffed animals #shannon messenger #Angst #hurt/comfort #grady ruewen #edaline ruewen

[fitz-avery-vacker]

Waiting Fountain

heyyyy keepblr, i've given into impulsive thoughts and am posting a fic on here! read it if you want to i guess. If you'd rather read it on AO3, here's the link

Waiting Fountain That one day Keefe was left in Atlantis.

Mom looked down at me, gesturing to the fountain while giving me a gentle nudge in the back as she corralled me towards it. “Come on sweetie,” she said. “We’ll only be gone for a little bit.” I nodded, knowing better than to argue as I walked towards the fountain of my own accord. “Okay.” I mumbled, feeling unsure about being left alone by the fountain in a busy city like Atlantis.

But I wouldn’t argue. I would listen, because Mom was being nice about it. She didn’t scream or yell like Dad did. Most of the time. I liked that the most about her. She gave me a small, reassuring smile, as though she was an Empath like Dad was and could tell I was nervous. But she wasn’t, I knew that. But she could still tell I was nervous. I returned the smile, wanting to believe I was brave as she turned her back and walked away, her tall heels clicking against the ground as she rushed to catch up with Dad. Rush isn’t the best term. She looked too elegant to be rushing. But Dad definitely wasn’t waiting for her.

I sat down on the edge of the fountain, watching as they both walked away and faded into the blended crowd. I couldn’t help the frown that formed on my face, though I quickly thought of a joke to cheer myself up and snickered slightly. I felt better as the lump in my chest left me alone.

I was an energetic child, but I wasn’t without my self restraint. Mom and Dad hated it when I tapped my feet against the ground when I was bored, wondering why I wasn’t better controlled. So I’d learned to fidget in other ways. But I liked tapping the most. Mom and Dad weren’t here right now…. So I decided to start tapping my feet. The bundles of crowds didn’t seem to notice the small noise of my feet against the pavement among their own problems.

I waited like I was told, sitting on the edge of the fountain while I waited… and waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

The crowds started dwindling little by little, hour by hour.

I started getting worried. Just a little. I wasn’t scared of much. But I can assure you I didn’t necessarily enjoy being left by myself in Atlantis without my home crystal. I thought silently to myself. ‘Mom had only said it was going to be a little while.’ ‘They wouldn’t leave me, right?’

‘They would.’ whispered a tiny voice in the back of my mind. I chose to ignore it, shutting my eyes and forcing the treasonous thoughts of my parents out of my mind.

Seconds melted into minutes that slowly rolled into hours. Endless hours that made my brain scratchy, searching for things to do that wouldn’t draw any attention to my spot. I chose to scratch at the small pale part of skin on my finger. I don’t remember where I got it, but I think it hurt if it left a mark. I asked Mom a little while ago and she said, ‘Why should I remember? If you were being a fool, then you should remember what happened to your finger. Toughen up, sweetie, it’s not that bad.’ I didn’t ask again. She said, ‘It’ll go away soon, just ignore it.’ So I did. I still waited. I started getting tired, but I couldn’t really tell if it was getting dark since the lights in Atlantis are always on. But I wouldn’t sleep. I wouldn’t be able to anyways, not without being at home.

Finally, after a few more hours of waiting, Mom, Dad, and another guy came back. Dad looked annoyed, as if it were an inconvenience to have to come pick me up. But he kept talking with Mystery Dude, and I ignored it. Mom grabbed my hand and led me over to them, where we began going back to get to the surface.

Mom turned to me, her icy blue eyes shining brightly, but some form of… was that pity? I couldn’t tell, I hadn’t manifested yet. But I swear I could feel her remorse. Or pity. Or whatever that gut aching emotion was that made me believe her as she whispered in my ear. Actually, I couldn’t tell if she was whispering or if she was just mouthing the words. She was quiet.

"I’m sorry for forgetting you, Keefe.” she murmured, the wisps of her hair blowing around her face. She tucked a few strands behind her hair with her free hand, cupping my cheek with her other hand. Her hand was warm. It was nice. I leaned into her hand, but she pulled away her hand and I let her. She began walking away again, though grasped my hand and pulled me along with her.

At least she didn’t forget me this time.

#keefe sencen #sad keefe sencen #keefe sencen fanfic #kotlc fic #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

out of context bits from a fanfic I wrote over a year ago

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"Guys, we found air!" Biana shouted from the other room.

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"Okay, let me get this straight," Dex clarified. "A coffin is what humans put dead people in, right?"

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And they had to use these tiny human flashlights to light their way, and they were pretty dim. Too bad somebody killed the only Flasher here, Biana thought grimly.

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A moment later, Keefe made a noise and stood up triumphantly. "I gave the dude his toe back, and there was a note in his shoe!"

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Soon Fitz was right next to it, and it hadn't blown up, which was always a good sign.

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“There’s no way everyone’s fitting in here,” he mumbled.

"Well, we’ve already killed three people…."

"Yeah, but it’d be better if we got the rest of us out of here alive.”

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“Right, um.” Fitz looked at the car around him. “Any idea how to slow one of these down?”

“We’re already stopped, Fitz, you don’t get any slower.”

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“How am I supposed to get these things to sit up straight?” Fitz said defensively.

“Maybe they’re all gay,” Marella mused.

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#kotlc #kotlc fanfic #kotlc biana #biana vacker #kotlc dex #dex dizznee #kotlc keefe #keefe sencen #kotlc fitz #fitz vacker #kotlc marella #marella redek #kotlc memes

[myfairkatiecat]

You know what time it is—new chapter of “Mirrored Conflicts!”

Or in other words, it’s Sunday, and I updated my Keefe-raised-with-the-Neverseen AU!!

Chapter Summary:

Sophie finds Keefe’s note, and he convinces her to come with him to the Forbidden Cities to see his latest favorite human invention. (It is totally not a date, because their relationship is strictly archenemies-who-try-not-to-hate-each-other-off-the-battlefield.)

Tags under the cut—ask to be added to or removed from the list!

@swans-chirping-in-the-distance @venux777 @figure-skating-avocado @vildefol @milo-igidk @iggydancebreak @imobsessed123 @justmossyall @thatrandomlemononyourcounter1 @purplebunnydraws @permanently-stressed @cutebisexualmess @thoughtlescat

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #sophie foster #Sokeefe #Sokeefe au #kotlc fanfic #kotlc au #kotlc keefe #kotlc sophie

[lucyshypemaster]

will I get attacked here if I say that chapter 42 was a disappoinment? and this is coming from a sokeefe shipper btw

imagine: you're a ship that went through a slow burn for 9 books that are longer than your lifespan and when the first kiss finally comes up, it felt like a fanfic.

it's not that I hate it. I just expected the first sokeefe kiss to be more...dramatic? 😭 like, we-are-about-to-die kiss or arguing-in-the-rain kiss- AM I MAKING SENSE HERE??

#controversial...i think #and the fact that fitz immediately shows up after their first kiss?? 😭 #it genuinely felt like reading a fanfic lmao #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #sokeefe #sophie foster #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #shannon messenger #kotlc stellarlune #nav's kotlc thoughts

[permanently-stressed]

So when I was in the plane I wrote this short little piece about Sophie and the gang (Dex, Biana, Marella, Jensi and a Keefe appearance) talking after taking an exam in a human AU. It's not that great (and I mean that!!!) the ending sucks and the characters may not be 100% there but do you guys still want it?

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keeper fanfic #sophie foster #Biana vacker #dex dizznee #keefe sencen #kotlc jensi #marella redek #kotlc thoughts #isa thinks

[elwinsglasses]

I’m spitballing but imagine a fic set 10 years later. Fitz after all the humiliation coming from the Vacker legacy and subsequent disappointment goes into self imposed exile in the human world. He’s been there for 10 years when Oralie suddenly finds him again. People are suffering from some kind of leftover mind break after all that’s happened with the ogres and trolls and the Neverseen. Sophie can fix them but she needs her cognate. Fitz hasn’t used his telepathy basically since he left. He’d been trying to forget, he’d opened a wildlife rescue and was just trying to make it through the days. He finally agrees, but when she meets Sophie she’s different. she’s a little angry with him because unlike him she couldn’t hide. She’s cold. Fitz thought she had Keefe but they’d broken up ages ago. Keefe couldn’t handle it either, and was growing more and more reckless. Hes off somewhere finding himself. Sophies abilities aren’t working the way they should either. Nobody should have five abilities and she’s drained and headachey all day. The black swan didn’t think of the after as much as they should have. She collapses one day and freaks him out really badly. Forkle and the black swan have been AWOL for ages. Nobody has seen them since, well since. Sophie wonders if maybe she should have stayed human after all. The problem is she remembers how bad it was. How the kids would bully her and the constant headaches similar to now. How helpless she was. How the happiest time in her life was when she was growing in her abilities instead of them growing out of her. How badly she wishes everything were the way they were back then and how guilty she feels. Not everybody who should have made it out. Tiergan for one. Nobody is there to train them now. Prentice cannot be bothered by any of them. Alden has also been in a self imposed exile, working with the gnomes now. Nobody else really understands.

#there’s more but it’s all stuck in my head #coming to an ao3 near you hopefully soon #or at least a draft #keeper of the lost cities #fitz vacker #sophie foster #keefe sencen #kotlc fanfics

[maxisakeeper]

Keeper of the Lost Cities: Forevermore (fanfic)

Preface:

“Sophie?”

She tried to reply to her friends, but couldn’t speak. It was like this mysterious voice that had been haunting her all this time, had finally decided to take control.

It was worse than being drugged.

Worse than being numb.

And there was no way she could escape it.

The voice spoke inside her head once again,

“I am the moonlark.”

Chapter 1

Sophie tried to sleep. But she just couldn’t. All the images of the horrible fight with lady Gisela played on repeat, like someone was rewinding a movie over and over again. And it was getting kind of annoying. Sophie wanted to shove all the memories into a mental box labeled: DO NOT OPEN EVER AGAIN

But the box just wouldn’t lock.

And it was the middle of the night.

She needed a distraction.

As much as she would love to down some slumber berry tea and escape into cloudy dreams, she knew it wouldn’t make the memory go away.

Sophie threw off her covers and crossed to her desk. She pulled out the tattered journal that held all her important notes inside. Notes about the black swan, the never seen, lady Gisela…

Basically anything mysterious and important in her life. And defeating lady Gisela, at the moment, was very important. They had to stop her huge plans before she could complete the third and final step of Stellarlune, The project shed been working on since before Keefe was born. It’s something she’s “preparing” him for. But by doing that resulted in lots of hurt and abuse for her son.

Sophie flipped to the page in her journal that read “Things I know about Lady Gisela”

Everything in the journal she’d already read at least a hundred times. But there was nothing that could help here figure out Gisela’s plans. Keefe’s mom was too smart. Too cunning. Too mysterious.

Sophie sighed and closed the journal. She laid her head down on her desk.

Everything had been so messed up lately. And tomorrow, Sophie would have to go to school among it all. Couldn’t she get a pass for trying if to save the Lost Cities from some huge power that Lady Gisela created?

No. Of course not.

Sophie was the moonlark, but she was also a teenager, who, guess what? Wants to be a normal girl that does normal things. Things like having sleepovers, failing class and having a boyfriend.

Well, she already had the boyfriend part down. 

Keefe Scencen, was, in Sophie’s opinion, the best guy ever. They had only started dating a few weeks ago, but it was really…nice.

Keefe was kind, funny and caring. Not to mention he was very cute. He had creatively messy blonde hair and the most stunning ice blue eyes. He was everything Sophie had ever dreamed. But with that dream, came the price of making another boy (a complicated one), jealous in the process.

She so didn’t mean to make Fitz upset. It was her life, and she was allowed to kiss whoever she wanted.

Even then…her and Fitz’s friendship was still rocky. Of course, the truth healed some wounds. But Sophie still remembered the hurt look and the shine in his teal eyes as she confessed.

She’d have to forget about that for now, and she hoped Fitz would forget it too.

Because Sophie didn’t need any more drama in her life at the moment.

Sophie stood up from her desk chair and tucked herself back in bed. 

She’d figure it all out soon. It was only a matter of time.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfic #kotlc thoughts #kotlc sophie #kotlc fandom #kotlc alden #kotlc fitz #kotlc biana #kotlc dex #kotlc headcanons #dex dizznee #biana vacker #keefe sencen #kotlc stellarlune #sokeefe

[fitzvackertheritzcracker]

Bronte, during tea time with Oralie: so, Sophie came up to me yesterday

Oralie: You don't say!

Bronte: I do! She and her pals arranged a whole meeting and everything!

Oralie: You don't say!

Bronte: I DO! You'll never guess what she said. She said "hey councillor bronte, would you happen to be my FATHER??" Can you believe the poor girl thought I was her parent??

Oralie, on the verge of a panic attack:

y o u d o n t s a y

#tea time #they will have tea times #kotlc memes #kotlc textpost #kotlc oralie #kotlc bronte #kotlc council #keefe sencen #sophie foster #tam song #kotlc sophie #sokeefe #kotlc incorrect quotes #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #fitz vacker #linh song #kotlc keefe #kotlc fanfic #kotlc headcanons #kotlc tam #kotlc fandom #kotlc shitpost #biana vacker #not kotlc #kotlc fintan #kotlc headcanon #sophie kotlc #keeper of the lost cities memes

[flibbetygibbetsbro]

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fandom #kotlc #keefe sencen #kotlc keefe #kotlc dex #kotlc sophie #kotlc biana #fitz vacker #dex dizznee #kotlc polls #kotlc fanfic

[sillysistersusi]

Someone To Feel Safe With

Authors note: My first work for Kotlc!!!! Just recently started this series so I am really sorry if something in here doesn't make any sense😅 I wanted to read these books for a long time and now I finally started them and they are even better than I expected!

Summary: When Keefe fails a surprise test, he is afraid to return home to his adoptive father Elwin.

Keefe's legs trembled as he slumped to the floor in front of his locker. Everything seemed too bright all of a sudden, and the light burned in his eyes, from which tears were already rolling down his cheeks.

Why could he never do anything right?

They had all written a surprise test today, and Keefe hadn't actually been particularly nervous or excited about it. Unlike Sophie, who had immediately stressed herself out, causing a really cute little worry line to form between her eyes.

Normally, he wasn't necessarily bad at school. At least, he'd thought he wasn't, because ever since Elwin had adopted him and Cassius had been forbidden to see Keefe, he'd been trying really hard.

Elwin had always believed in Keefe, no matter how much mischief he got into, but Keefe was afraid. He was afraid that Elwin would now see the full extent of his uselessness and it drove Keefe insane.

Because even though he had had a good feeling about the test at first, that feeling had been wrong. Because it had been a disaster.

He hadn't even scored half the points he could have. When he had seen the sheet with his score for the first time, it had sent a cold shiver down his spine.

How was he supposed to show it to Elwin without sinking to the ground in shame? Keefe didn't think he could bear it if Elwin was disappointed in him. Cassius had always looked disappointed at him, and Keefe dreaded seeing the same expression on Elwin's face.

But he was even more afraid of how Elwin would punish him for his failure. He had only lived with Elwin for a short time and had so far managed not to do anything to upset the other elf. But he knew that it was normal to be punished for failure or bad behavior, and even if Elwin treated him with a gentleness he had never known before, he would need punish him.

Keefe rubbed tears from his eyes, but it didn't do much good as new ones kept coming. His heart twisted into a knot and he struggled for breath.

What would Elwin's punishments look like?

Perhaps he would forbid Keefe to eat? Cassius had done that all the time.

Or-

But his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, relieved-sounding cry: "Keefe! There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you I- "

It was Elwin. At first he looked overjoyed, then his eyes wandered to the tears on Keefe's cheeks and he paused. The smile slowly turned into an expression of worry.

Keefe bit his trembling lower lip nervously and he clenched his fingers inside the fabric of his school uniform to keep them from shaking uncontrollably.

Elwin knelt on the floor in front of him. "Keefe?" he asked gently. "Darling, what's wrong?"

But Keefe shook his head. He didn't know how to tell Elwin. That was the only reason he was still in Foxfire after school ended.

When Elwin touched him gently on the shoulder, presumably just to comfort him, Keefe flinched so hard that Elwin jerked his hand back and his eyes darted to the side.

Then Keefe saw Elwin frown, and when he followed his gaze, he realized that Elwin had found the test that had slipped from Keefe's fingers when he had fallen to the ground.

"I'm sorry," Keefe whispered softly through his tears. His voice, a little raspy from crying, carried strangely through the completely silent room.

Elwin frowned even more. "What are you sorry for, Keefe?"

Keefe nodded over to the test and then closed his eyes, afraid of the disappointment on Elwin's face.

There was silence for a while and Keefe held his breath, afraid of what would follow.

Would Elwin yell? Or would he speak his threat quietly? Or would he-

Even thinking it gave Keefe very uncomfortable goosebumps.

Cassius hadn't hit him often, only when he had done something that had been terribly wrong or embarrassing in his eyes.

But would Elwin really-

Then he suddenly felt a very gentle touch on his head that made him flinch again.

Elwin stroked his hair.

"It's okay, darling," Elwin whispered, but Keefe could also sense that he was tense. But if he was angry, why didn't he just take it out on Keefe?

Maybe-

Maybe he waited until they were home. Maybe he just didn't want to take the risk that someone might notice.

"Come on." Elwin whispered softly and helped Keefe to his feet, whose body suddenly felt strangely stiff. Elwin was probably just waiting for them to be alone. "Let's go home."

Elwin took the test in one hand and reached with the other for one of Keefe's trembling hands and gently stroked his knuckles. Keefe's whole hand began to tingle. It was a nice feeling, Keefe couldn't remember anyone ever doing that to him. At least not in this way.

Slowly, they walked through the corridors of Foxfire, Keefe's hand still firmly in Elwin's.

He was so spaced out that he only regained consciousness when they stood in front of the door to their home.

Keefe felt his stomach tighten. If they walked through that door, Elwin would drop his façade. He swallowed and realized his knees were weak again, but he held himself up.

If they went through that door, then the gentle words and reassuring touches would end.

"Keefe?"

He couldn't go through that door.

"Keefe?"

What if Elwin threw him out? Not only would he not be sure what to do, but even worse, Elwin was important to him and he didn't want to lose him. Especially not just because he was to stupid to get good grades.

"Oh Keefe, whatever's going on, why won't you talk to me? I could help, Darling." Elwin's voice slowly drifted over to Keefe, but it sounded distant.

Elwin put a hand on his shoulder. The warmth from his body helped Keefe to slowly cling back to reality. Then Elwin said, and this time Keefe heard him loud and clear: "You're not afraid of my reaction, are you?"

When Keefe didn't answer, he sighed sadly.

"That's what I thought. But you don't need to be, really." Elwin explained, which unfortunately did little to calm Keefe down.

As they stepped over the threshold, Keefe held his breath, as if he could delay the inevitable.

He simply stood in the doorway and waited.

He didn't want to leave. As soon as he stepped through the door, that familiar smell surrounded him. Elwin's smell, which already smelled like home to him.

Keefe loved living here. He loved dinner, where Elwin would tell funny stories or invite one of Keefe's friends, usually Sophie. It had never been like dinner with his parents, where they had either been silent, had made fun of someone or talking about what a disappointment Keefe had been. Dinner was always a very tense occasion, but now it was something Keefe was looking forward to, but he had ruined it. Like he ruined everything.

He only realized he had started crying again when he felt a wet tickle on his chin.

"Kiddo?" Elwin asked gently. Why was he so nice? They were alone now, Elwing could now scream at him. Why was he talking to Keefe like he was a frightend animal?

"I- I don't understand." Keefe whispered softly, trying to look anywhere but into Elwin's eyes.

Elwin took a step closer. "What don't you understand, darling?"

"Why aren't you yelling at me?" Keefe asked, hating the way his voice broke at the end of the sentence and fighting the urge to run away.

Then he said even more quietly, "Why aren't you hurting me?"

Keefe didn't know where those words had come from, he felt as if someone else had spoken them.

"I would never- "Elwin sounded desperate, "Keefe, my boy, look at me."

And Keefe did as he had said. His father had always hated it when Keefe didn't obey him immediately, and he didn't want to risk making Elwin even angrier.

But he didn't see anger in Elwin's eyes. No, he saw kindness and concern and... love. At least he thought he did, because the look in Elwin's eyes brought more tears to his eyes.

"Kiddo, you don't need to be afraid of anything like that with me. I would never yell at you or take my anger out on you, because thats wrong. You don't deserve that." Elwin smiled gently and Keefe suddenly felt a little less afraid. "You're a wonderful boy and I know you're trying." Elwin nodded over to the test he had placed on a dresser in the corner. "These things happen. We're all just elves. No one is perfect and I don't expect you to be."

"Oh." Keefe murmured and sniffled softly.

Elwin slowly reached out a hand, and this time Keefe didn't flinch. "Do you want a hug?" Elwin asked gently and Keefe swallowed as he felt new tears. However, these tears had a different reason. He nodded.

Elwin slowly wrapped his arms around him and Keefe didn't think he had ever felt so warm. He buried his face in Elwin's chest, who began stroking his hair again.

"It's all good. I promise." Elwin whispered softly. "I don't want to be someone you fear, but someone you can trust and go to if you need help. So don't be afraid, kiddo."

Keefe nodded slowly, allowing more tears to escape his eyes as he let himself sink into Elwin's arms, relinquishing control completely for the first time in his life.

For he could feel Elwin's emotions now that the storm in his own head was calmed, and he could feel nothing but sincerity and love. And these were feelings that Keefe's parents had never felt towards him.

Keefe would have liked to tell Elwin that he loved him too, but he didn't know if he could, so he just hugged Elwin tighter. He was sure he understood anyway.

#kotlc #kotlc keefe #kotlc fandom #kotlc sophie #koftlc fanfic #dadwin #kotlc elwin #elwin #keefe sencen #sophie foster #elwin adopts keefe #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #keeper of the lost cities

[stargirl-evie]

“Are you staying or leaving”Keefe x reader

um hello, im Evie and I’m not an experienced writer, but I like imagining scenarios with the characters and stories I like, so I figured I’d try to share them, so maybe you could enjoy them too!

I typically imagine myself in these scenarios so I apologize if the reader presents feminine or is described in any way that might exclude another reader… uh, anyways, basically this is a short one shot/ head cannon/ prompt…? (I’m honestly not sure) about Keefe Sencen meeting and sort of falling for (human) reader while in the forbidden cites. It didn’t really follow the plot or timeline of stellerloon, it’s implied that he’s in the forbidden cities much longer than in the book and that he struggles way more with adapting and it’s probably very ooc…anyways I love Sokeefe but I just though the idea was interesting :]

oh this also isn’t proofread and it’s probably really cringy but yeah, there isn’t enough x reader fics in the Kotlc fandom so I figured I’d try, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and encouraged :))

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To put things simply, he was lost, hungry, confused, and currently short on cash. Turns out walking around with the money from his mothers jewelry in his pockets…wasn’t the safest plan. He’d lost a good amount of it, and probably been scammed out of most of it. He’d considered sneaking back to the lost cites to steal borrow some more of mommy-dearest’s stuff, but the idea of getting caught and possibly facing his friends caused him to quickly scratch that plan. Besides, if he could get away with it the fist time, then it would probably be even easier to take some things from one of the fancier human houses he had paced by in his travels.

So here he was, standing outside the biggest house he had seen in the neighborhood, if you could call it that- all the houses were so far apart that of you tried to walk from the first one to the last one, you might need to stop and camp before continuing to the end.

He had planned it all out-making sure to use the weird human invention called a phone- to look up the owners, make sure they weren’t very good people, or that they’d be home that particular night. He could easily levitate to one of the higher windows since no one would be around. The (l/n) family would be in their vacation home, far from here, and no grounds workers or servants would be back until the owners were ready to return.

It would be easy, slip in, grab a few valuable things, maybe some food too, then slip out and continue on his way to London. What he didn’t have a plan for, was you.

His plan had been going smoothly, he was inside and sifting through your mother’s jewelry box, when you walked in.

For a moment you both stared at each other. You, at the seemingly your age and incredibly handsome boy in black jeans and a Batman hoodie that was currently holding a pair of your mothers diamond earrings- and him at a girl, probably a little younger than him, standing in a soft pink nightgown, and holding a metal baseball bat in both hands.

That seemed to snap him out of his initial shock, and quickly throw his hands up so you wouldn’t hit him with it.

Braking your own trance, you pulled the bat back, and demanded, “Who are you? Why are you in my house? How did you even get in? Wha-”

He was quick to back up a bit before interrupting your questions, “I’m Keefe, I swear I’m not here to hurt you, I just needed to make some money real quick,I thought your family was away, I wouldn’t have come if I’d know you’d be home!” He internally smacked himself for his stupid mistake.

“Oh yeah ‘cause that makes it so much better” you said while rolling your eyes and lowering your arms and ignoring the strange feeling you got about him not wanting to be there while you were, even though it made no sense for you to be upset by that. You decided to blame it on the fact that it was 2:47 am and he just happens to have really nice hair.

You pitched your voice lower to mimic his before adding, “I swear I’d only steal from you if I didn’t think you’d be home to catch me (y/n) sorry ‘bout that.” and then swung the bat around to place the head on the floor and lean your weight against it while smirking at him.

His eyebrows shot up, surprised that you were almost joking with him right now, instead of clobbering his head with the bat, like he thought you were about to. He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just-actually I don’t know what I was trying to achieve with that..” He brought his arms down to wrap them around himself, before deciding that he probably looked stupid standing in front of you like that. Especially since you seemed so calm.

“Um, I should go,, I don’t, this was a mistake, sorry, I-I should probably go now-God I sound like an idiot right now. No wonder you aren’t scared of me. Not that i wanted you to be, of course i didn’t. Who would want a pretty girl with a weapon to be scared of them? Not that I think you’re pretty. I mean you’re not, not, pretty im just-“

It was time for your to cut him off, “hey! Relax ok, im honestly not sure what your rambling about right now, but you look like you haven’t eaten in days, and im going to ignore the fact that you called me ugly and pretty just now and offer you some food so you stop trying to steal from me.”

He took a step closer to you, confused as to why he was being so unlike himself right and even more confused as to why you were now offering him kindness. He focused on the emotions coming from you, trying to figure out if you were only helping him out of pity, but only finding empathy and a few more frantic vibes.

You shifted under his suddenly intense-and very close (seriously when had he backs you up against your mothers vanity chair)-gaze, the moonlight steaming through the open window highlighted his eyes and you could see in your proximity the striking ice blue and the darker flecks of azure, cobalt, and royal blue. but you shook your head and forced yourself to ignore his stunning eyes to push him back and question why he had gotten so quite and intense.

He apologized and stepped even further back. “ I guess I was trying to see why you were being so nice to me.”

“And you thought the best way was to push the limits of stranger danger and stare into my soul all intensely with your snowstorm eyes?”

You had meant to be teasing him, but the words came out quieter then you meant them to be, and he seemed to pick up on the later half more than the first.

“So… you were staring at my eyes?” There he was, flirty and teasing and giving you a smirk that had your insides doing weird flippy-floppy things they didn’t usually do.

You felt your face get warm, and you prayed to whatever higher powers there might be that your face wasn’t nearly as red as it felt.

Not that it mattered of course.

He gave you another smirk before letting out a laugh that would have the best choir angels embarrassed by their singing abilities. And that had your betraying face warm even more.

“C’mon, let’s get you something to eat before you push me into this mirror” you quickly turned to the door to lead him towards your own room.

He followed you down the long hallway while teasing you about the pink hue that still refused to let up, particularly due do his continued torture.

You grabbed a coat from your closet and pocketed some cash before leading him out the front door.

“So where are we going (n/n)? I didn’t see anything down this way to eat while I was stalki-er, uh, looking up this place.” He cringed at himself for reminding you about the circumstances of your meeting.

You ignored the word slip and the little nickname in favor of describing a little town with plenty of back alley restaurants that you often snuck out to eat at when your parents were actually home.

He caught the shift in your mood when you mentioned your parents and decided to risk asking about it, besides, how much weirder could this first meeting get?

“Sooo…. I’m kinda confused about something.” “Yeah? What’s up?” You slowed slightly to look at him while he spoke, noticing his slight shift in tone.

“Well, you don’t have to answer or anything, since you don’t really know me-”

“Oh wow, uh sorry to interrupt, but it feels like I do, given how easy it is to talk to you, strange that we only meet what? An hour ago?”

He stoped walking completely to stare at you. “Really? Only an hour? Huh it does feel like we’ve know each other longer…”

The both of you fell quite for a moment before walking again, this time with your destination in sight.

“Uh anyways, why are you here, if your parents and staff are away?” He focused on you emotions to make sure he hadn’t seriously overstepped.

“Oh, well, we don’t really agree about much, or anything really. They’re jerks that only care about money and showing off to other people about how perfect they are. My mom is always taking about how young men approach her about leaving her husband because shes so ‘naturally’ beautiful and my dad is always bragging about how incredibly smart he is and how good he is at handling his business. They like to talk about how well they raised me, even though they never spent time with me or did any of the parenting stuff, and they like to parade around like they’re better than everyone when really, they’re miserable together and they’re always doing shady shit behind the scenes of their business. When they said they wanted to go on a cruise around one of their vacation homes I refused to go with them because they’d just ignore me and force me to play along with their stupid charade.”

By now you were standing in front of a tiny Italian restaurant with low lights and tall booths, very warm and inviting, the perfect safe space that just so happened to smell amazing. And Keefe was more than ready to eat whatever smelled so good. Even if it meant more of the god-awful human water.

But he couldn’t help but stop to watch you for a minute. It was insane how easy it felt to be around you, and safe. He had been in the forbidden cities for months and this was the safest he’d felt in a very long time. Everything about you felt like a complement to him. Even your shitty social status obsessed parents were another way you were similar.

You looked at him, and for a moment he wondered if the weird emotional flurry around you meant you felt the same way. “Keefe? We should head inside, and you can tell me about whatever led to you breaking into my house.”

You giggled at him, it was soft and sweet and he absolutely believed that you could bribe any of the councilors to do your bidding if you wanted to with that laugh.

The rest of the night (or rather, incredibly early morning) was spent sharing every detail about both his and your lives, even when he confessed that he was an elf you barely bat an eye, and he could tell that you genuinely didn’t mind that his mom had done all kinds of weird shit to his head.

You shared your own secrets as well, and you marveled at how accepting he was. Everyone and everything faded away, and for a few hours you were simply two teens that could really understand each other, and it was you best either of you had felt in a very long time.

As the sun came up you took him to the roof of a flower shop that had yet to open for the day. Together you sat and shared the desert from the restaurant while you described your passion for drawing, and he described his. Everything just seem perfect and both you and him wished it could last forever.

Of course things could never be that easy, after all, he explained why he was in the forbidden cities, and you understood that he would probably return to his world eventually, but that did nothing to stop the overwhelming desire to kiss him and run away together.

Even as he explained how his empathy worked and you tried to get your emotions in check so he wouldn’t think you were insane for developing such strong feelings in the span of a few hours, nothing could shadow them.

And when he looked at you, even more intensely than that first time he read you in your mothers bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel like he felt the same way.

He leaned forward slightly and you met him halfway, there was a hairs space between you, and you could feel his warm breath, see all the different blues in his eyes, and smell his soft skin…

“Wait Keefe.”

He froze and his eyes opened so wide you almost worried they would crack like real ice.

“Yes (y/n)? Is something wrong? Did I say something or-”

You cut him off before could spiral, trying to make your emotions clear so he wouldn’t worry so much.

“ I have to ask, after everything you’ve said, are you staying or leaving?”

He paused before pulling back and letting out a deeply emotional sigh. “I have to go, there’s still so much I don’t know or understand, and I still haven’t made it to London to look for those people and, wait! What if, and I know this might sound crazy but…”

He trailed off looking afraid to continue. You could feel your heart beating faster than ever before, and you tried to not get your hopes up. Gently, you urged him to continue, especially since these next words could change everything for you.

He said your name in a way that made your soul tingle and your stomach knot, “Would you be willing, to leave with me?”

You stared at each other for a moment, before you closed your eyes and quickly but softly pressed your lips to his. For a moment, your were scared, for a moment, you considered pulling back, for a moment, you thought you read all his teasing and flirting wrong and completely ruined the best night of your life, and then? He was kissing you back. He was wrapping an arm around your waist and cupping his hand around your face. He was blushing and nervous and probably feeling everything you were feeling.But he was kissing you back. And everything felt perfect.

Slowly you pulled apart and he reseted his forehead against yours while closing his eyes.

The two of you sat there, on the roof of the flower shop, bathed in soft light of the rising sun, practically glowing in each other’s arms.

It would be risky, but leaving everything behind for him seemed worth it, not that there was anything really keeping you here. Maybe you were crazy, but leaving with him felt like the best idea you had ever had, and you were not going to give that up.

He could only hope that none of this would put you in to much danger, but he’d do anything to protect you now, and keep you by his side. Maybe he was crazy, or maybe his mom had truly screwed his head on wrong after she messed him up, but this was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he was not about to give that up.

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[fitz-avery-vacker]

Decided to post another Keefe POV fic.

I wiped off the top of the box with the back of my hand gently, surprised at the dust that had collected along my skin. Things aren’t normally dusty in my house. My parents like keeping things pristine and clean and shiny and whatnot. 

Apparently not this box. Or whatever was inside. I’d been sent to go ‘fetch it’ (playful use of vocabulary, Mom, thanks) from the 12th floor. Surprisingly low. That’s where they normally shove stuff they’re never gonna use, but I’m normally not allowed on that floor either. Doesn’t mean I haven’t had my fair share of peeks from time to time. 

The box was decently heavy, and cold though that’s a given due to it existing in my house. Aside from that, it was normal. So I hefted it up pretty well despite my very scrawny child body, and returned upstairs to my parents. 

My father scoffed as I walked into the room, sitting up from his chair and standing. Not a hair was out of place, which just heightened my urge to mess it up. He approached me, telekinetically lifting the box out of my hands and setting it aside. He looked down at me, a disappointed scowl set on his face. 

“You’ve got dust all over your clothes,” he said, “whatever will I do with you.” He shook his head and tutted, obviously disappointed with my appearance. He always was. He began to fuss over my clothes, pointing out every small detail that wasn’t as prim and proper as he wanted. Which happened to be every fiber of my being. 

After what felt like my ears were going pointy with age, he reclined and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“It’s not good, but it’ll have to do. Help your mother with the decorations.” he demanded, gesturing with his hand to the boxes Mom seemed to be drowning in. I approached a bit too eagerly, and she tutted. 

“Control yourself just for a little while, Keefe. Honestly, you must start showing more self restraint before your term begins.” she scolded. I knew what she meant and immediately obeyed, stiffening my body so I wouldn’t move as excitedly as I did before. The Foxfire term began in a few months, and I’d been counting down the days. Anything to get out of this stupid tower. 

“Help me hang up the globes, will you?” she asked, flawlessly using telekinesis to lift a glass sphere out of its box and hanging it on the wall. 

I tried doing the same, but my telekinesis wasn’t strong yet. But I still tried. I cupped my hands underneath it just in case it fell. It wavered in the air but it held strong. I could feel all eyes in the room on me, and heard the scoff from behind my back as my dad disapproved of my lack of control. 

The only surprise I had about this situation was underestimating how close my dad was. I could hear his scoff right in my ear, and it startled me. I flinched, losing my telekinetic hold over the sphere and dropping it. 

It shattered at my feet, the glass shards scattering across the floor as the orb broke.

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[nervoustoastthing]

here ya go I guess

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[myfairkatiecat]

New chapter of “Mirrored Conflicts”!!

Aka, the au where Keefe was raised by the neverseen to be Sophie’s nemesis!!

Chapter Summary:

Keefe is… supposed to be searching Sophie’s place.

Sophie, Biana and Dex look into young Keefe’s mysterious disappearance.

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[arcadialedger]

Sokeefe One- Shot: The Kiss

Set during Chapter 42, this one- shot chronicles what would have happened had Sophie and Keefe not been interrupted after their confession.

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“I won’t,” she promised, tilting her chin up to steal another quick kiss.

It was only brief moment, a second-long brush of her lips against his. And yet suddenly, the world seemed new again.

It all felt… right. 

Sophie pulled back, and rested her forehead against Keefe’s. His arms wrapped around her, Sophie couldn’t help but let out a laugh of contentment. 

“I can’t believe it,” she admitted, her voice little more than a whisper, “I was so terrified when I came to find you, I thought for sure I was about to get rejected.”

Keefe’s lips curled into an amused smirk, “You really thought that? Foster, I told you how I felt in my letter, thinking I’d never see you again. When you showed up in London, I was so happy, but also… terrified. Terrified because you knew, and I couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Even now it’s still unsettling. I thought you still… didn’t think of me that way.”

Sophie winced at the unspoken words.

I thought you still liked Fitz.

“Fitz and I were a disaster, because it wasn’t meant to be,” Sophie spoke out loud, as she came to the realization, “It was just a silly crush. But when I realized how much I cared about you, after you left, it was… different. Overwhelming, to be honest. Ugh, and Ro was rooming with me when it happened. She had a field day with that.”

Keefe let out a laugh, “Let me guess, The Great Foster Oblivion?”

“The Great Foster Oblivion,” Sophie agreed, “but luckily, it’s over. And I’m… sort of loving the results now that it is.”

Sophie stepped back and laced her fingers with Keefe’s once more. To her surprise, Keefe blushed slightly. She had to remind herself that Keefe wasn’t as entirely as confident as he let on. He’d thought she didn’t like him, had dealt with her crush on Fitz. 

Had all of the teasing, all of the flirting, been a… coping mechanism to deal with the hurt? Her mind flashed back to her Cognate session with Fitz, etched into the green notebook for “the hard stuff.”

“So am I,” Keefe declared, “To be honest, I’m kind of in shock. And kind of glad you talked to me while my Empathy is messed up.”

Sophie’s brow scrunched in confusion. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that— had he been able to tell, this would have been a lot easier. 

“It forced you to come to me,” Keefe explained with a smile, “Forced this to be genuine. Not just me reading your emotions.”

Oh. 

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” Sophie agreed, “But I promise, we are going to get your Empathy fixed. We are going to get through this. And then you’ll be able to feel how I feel so intensely it’ll probably make you sick,” Sophie grimaced with embarrassment. 

“Trust me,” Keefe gave her hand a squeeze, “It won’t be half as much as what I feel for you.”

Sophie let out a breath.

“Really? All this time?”

Keefe nodded, “All this time. I just had to wait for you, and… hope.”

Sophie felt tempted to say sorry, but stopped herself. In the end, she had nothing to be sorry for. She’d taken the time to sort out her feelings, and had come to the best conclusion. 

And now here she was, fingers intwined with this beautiful, brilliant boy. This boy who made her laugh and cry and smile and feel. 

“Let’s just enjoy the moment,” she concluded, as she stepped forward and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Keefe leaned into the embrace, and immediately their breaths seemed to sync together. 

“No regrets?” Sophie asked this time.

“Absolutely none,” Keefe whispered.

Sophie could have stood there forever, hand in his, head on his shoulder. However, through the glen, Sophie could see the sun beginning to set. Grady and Edaline would start wondering where she was. 

Keefe must have come to the same conclusion, as he kept her hand in his and started to lead her out of the glen.

“Need to lean on me again for balance?” He teased. 

Sophie only took it as an excuse to lean into him more, and tuck herself under his cape.

Keefe laughed— the sound like ringing silver bells in her ears.

For a few minutes, they just walked in silence along the pastures that way. The night was bitter and cold, but Sophie thought she had never felt warmer, never felt happier.

Slowly, Havenfield came into view, and Sophie untucked herself from Keefe’s cape. 

“Just in case Grady or Edaline see us,” Sophie explained, her face flushing at the thought, “I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk to them about… this.”

Keefe bit his lip, “Yeah… to be honest I’m a little scared for my session with Grady when he finds out. I mean, talk about awkward.”

Sophie chuckled, “We’ll cross that bridge when we’re ready. With our friends too.”

The same worries Sophie had in her room after Ro left, before Keefe came home, came rushing back into her head. 

How Fitz would react. How Biana would handle this, after years of having a crush on Keefe. It seemed like she had gotten over it long ago, but it still made things.. tricky. And Dex…

Well, given Dex’s feelings towards the Vackers, and his newfound friendship with Keefe, Dex would probably be thrilled, if Sophie was being honest. 

“When we’re ready,” Sophie declared. Keefe nodded in agreement. 

Without another word, Keefe let go of her hand, and blew her a kiss goodbye, before turning away into the orange and pink tinted horizon.

Sophie let out a breath, and held her hand to her heart, the warm tingle of Keefe’s presence still there.

In that moment, the entire reality of what had just happened, the entire rush, fell over her. And all of the sudden, Sophie felt as though she could cry with happiness. 

She had done it. She had been brave. And if this was the outcome, she was going to be brave a whole lot more often. 

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