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allanonxmareth · 8 months

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Here's a part of an unfinished fic, PWP, written a while back, a bit weird. I think this was originally for the prompt "size kink" but it ended up having other stuff too. Again set in that nebulous fix-it future where Allanon is back and they're in a relationship.

Fandom: The Shannara Chronicles (TV) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Allanon/Mareth Tags: Porn Without Plot, Parent/Child Incest, Size Kink, Mind-Reading, Crying In Bed, Erectile Dysfunction, hangups about sex, emotions all over the place

It was odd, but not in a bad way. Allanon took things slow; Mareth could tell he was easily affected by her, but he never rushed, seemingly happy to enjoy just having her near.

It took days for them to fuck. He didn't seem to have much interest in it, no more than her hands on him - he seemed to prefer that, even, her touching him with thorough curiosity, mapping his body with her fingers and mouth, the plains and valleys.

But she wanted it, on some base level, his hard, silky, hot flesh inside her where it ached to be filled.

He was sizable as well, growing more so when turned on. She didn't remember bedding anyone, even human, with such a big cock. Having slept with humans before, it was all the odder to have him so apprehensive, so clearly afraid of hurting her. Often her elf side was what turned humans on, her perceived frailty and overly sensitive body - not anything she cared for, and not the truth, but she expected it. That she had to fight to get what she wanted. But her father touched her so attentively, almost with bated breath. He seemed so utterly happy just touching her skin, just tasting; going down on her got him so worked up that it took little more than rutting against her to burst all over her belly or back or hands.

"We don't have to," she said quietly, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. His member was an enticing length against her belly, trapped between their bodies when she had settled in his lap, astride his hips. It made her run wet and slick to have all that so close, but he seemed to enjoy the squeeze such as it was enough. But -

"I don't want to hurt you." His words were hot, his hands light and hot on her thighs.

"You won't." She brushed his cheek with her thumb, across the little scar there. "I want you," she whispered, unable to hold back all the desperation pooling inside her. "All of you. But -" she swallowed the rest when her instinctual rocking of her hips sent a shiver of pleasure through her, her parted flesh rubbing against his length. So much of him, right there. She knew he would find his release like this, come all over between their bodies, and she would love it, want it - always a little wonder to feel what she too was made of.

But if there was any desire in him to push his gorgeous, thick cock inside her, she was aching to have him. And he had to know that, had to sense her dreams, the ache deeper inside her where his fingers couldn't reach. The yearning. There was no danger here, just a want to get him as close as possible

And yet it warred with her need to not hurt him. She didn't want to push, no matter how odd it was (and yes, she never thought a man might not want this) - she just wanted him to know.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," she murmured, rubbing her swollen flesh against his hot, giving body, tangling fingers in his hair, licking along the seam of his soft lips.

It didn't happen then, both getting too much into the kiss again.

It took them a few nights still, and dark of the night; a late return from a party, candles bathing her bedroom.

She had already come to love how it started. Him undressing her, unhooking, untying, fingers finding the little knots and clasps of a dress she wasn't accustomed to. And she probably wouldn't, given her aide.

When she was in her underwear, she asked him to derobe as well. A ritual, until they were both mostly nude, just clothed enough there was plausible deniability (for whom, she didn't think about). That it was just this side of chaste when she threw her arms around him, and he lifted her up, and carried her towards her royal bed where they finally crossed the threshold.

Her hair was completely loose - his fingers pulled out the pins - and it fell down her back in a way she wasn't used to. She bent down to kiss him, and his fingers carded through her locks carefully, one hand on her hip. This was familiar, already, frotting against each other slowly, the friction deliciously light, not yet frustrating. She'd started to think of this as her fucking him, pushing her hardened clit against his giving flesh, moving her hips on a wave, astride him. Wound up, he would finally ask her if she wanted his mouth, or fingers, and in which way - so breathtakingly eager that it alone made her insides flutter - if she wanted to move up and sit on his face - and so far she'd managed to hold back any commands otherwise.

But everything in her wanted, so so much, a please echoing through all of her being.

He didn't spook when she lifted her hips and took the base of his cock, not looking, wanting to keep the eye contact, fingers still not used to his girth and length after all these weeks - oh - so much more than anyone else she had known. The touch of the slick head of his cock over her lower lips made them both gasp.

"Do you - can I -?" She wasn't sure how to continue, if the simple f word would break some spell, but still needing him to say it out loud.

"Yes." His voice was rough with pleasure, with that tinge of uncertainty still, but it was more wonder than reluctance.

"Me too." She smiled, spreading her legs just a bit and -

It did hurt, just the head pushing past her entrance, and she couldn't help the air escaping her lungs with a moan, hands clamping immediately over his when he threatened to stop her movement downward. "No no no," she whispered feverishly. "It's good - so good. Just new."

So, yes, she wasn't unfamiliar with well hung men, but it had never been like this. Her fingers couldn't quite reach around him at rest, swallowing him down her throat was hopeless, and she felt each of those inches now intimately. No one had ever filled her like this - not just the size, but the pace - he let her take him as she wished, his eyes squeezing shut and mouth parting to let out a moan.

Mareth wanted to enjoy the first slide in, but she gave up and let gravity do its work, setting her palms on his rapidly rising chest. He slid his hands up her thighs slowly, cupping her waist, but not pushing or pulling, just tight enough she felt the delicious pressure of his fingertips.

Mareth. She felt it like a caress inside her head. How fondly he said and thought her name. Inside and out. A common human name, but he made it feel like an endearment.

Every inch of his cock filling her sent sparks all over her. She felt him everywhere, his cock leaving no space for her muscles to flutter, desperately tightening around him.

Allanon groaned, clearly feeling her body's desire around him. He said her name out loud, stroking her thighs slowly.

"If it hurts, please -" he forced his eyes open, "- we can stop - ah."

She laughed, causing everything to feel even more intense. "It's good," she said, and meant it - it did hurt, but it was perfect, a sweet kind of hurt; now they knew how their bodies felt together, and she was filled to the brim and not halfway there. It was crazy.

It wasn't like any other time - it couldn't be. Once she was done - almost - she didn't try to raise her hips, just felt. Her insides twitched anyway, like she could find her crest just from this, no need for any more friction, just this amazing fullness, heat on heat. She squeezed experimentally, and gasped - it sent shocks of pleasure through her - making him moan again. Like he was the one being filled, fucked.

If this had been like any other time, with any other man, if this was him throwing her on the bed and slamming into her, she would have cried out. But the sounds leaving her throat were soft, escaping when his gentle touch made her tremble. They rocked slowly against each other, working his cock deeper into her just so - it felt impossible that he would fit, and that thought made her heart beat harder. Part of her wanted to sheathe him in full, part knew it was physically impossible.

"You feel amazing." His whisper, reassuring, was a low rumble that caressed her skin everywhere. He rarely spoke these things out. "Mareth -"

His thumb touched her inner thigh, making her answering sounds a little desperate. She knew in a flash she was too close to edge - and she wanted it and didn't, wanted to come so badly, and also for this to never end -

Then it was all too much - everything inside her exploded with pleasure and she lost track of all thoughts --

She managed to lift her hips and move; even that stimulated her aching entrance more.

She glanced down, panting, seeing his cock had softened as it slipped out of her, glistening with her juices.

"Oh -" her cheeks burned, though the pleasure still echoed inside her. "I'm so sorry -" She climbed off him, still fuzzy and unsteady, cautiously laying next to him.

The thought that he had not liked it, really, made her ache, a confusing mix with the remains of her orgasm. She had pushed him, after all, forgetting to keep her head in check. But it had felt so good, so right, his eyes had had that look as well, she had thought he wanted it as much as her - her cheeks burned. It was like forgetting to keep her magic leashed at times, knocking him down.

"Oh, no." He quickly rolled to his side so he could look at her. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss her curled fingers. "I did enjoy it. Very much. I just - I can't quite keep up with you. I apologize."

The words were awkward, his voice quiet, but his eyes were as intense as ever when they met hers. She saw the storm of emotion there: shame, but also, still, desire. "I want you," he said, before she had the time to answer and tell him he had nothing to be sorry for--that it was the other way around--his voice low and so serious it made her shiver all over again. "I just - I couldn't do more than that. It's not -" he paused, fingers on her elbow. She wanted him to press his thumb on the vein there and to feel how her heart beat. But he brought his hand up to brush her cheek, tears she didn't realize were pouring out, weird, because she wasn't sad.

This was not her feeling.

She felt his emotions like a wave lapping against the shore of her mind. Worry above all, worry for her now. And something warm and aching, mirroring her. It was so weird to untangle his feelings on the subject. He had enjoyed it - until he didn't, worried she was only doing this because she thought he wanted it. Thoughts that perhaps his other skills weren't enough, that he wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure but perhaps he was too inexperienced for her.

It all crashed over her - so this was what it was like, wasn't it? How it felt to read minds.

Above all, she felt his adoration, utterly overmeasured, echoing inside her bones, and it made her chest ache. It was one thing to hear spoken words and feel his touch, and one to dive into his head and heart like this. But she couldn't stop it, unused to navigating this form of the power. It washed over her. His lo-

Did he not know no one had ever touched her so thoroughly before? Didn't he read that in her head? No one had ever gone down on her like he did, like he wanted to learn everything, wanted to map her like the most eager explorer - and he thought himself selfish of all things, wondering how much he fell short, aching to learn more (she deserved the world and more). And then there was the shame over his touch, his rough fingertips, as if it did nothing but thrill her, as if it wasn't a mark of years gone by, filled with history that made him who he was. History she wanted to learn, whatever he was willing to open up for her.

It was overwhelming - her own emotions mirrored back at her hundredfold, the sea of love (that's what it was) around her - it was too much to take in when she couldn't look away or escape, when she was still aching between her legs, skin glued to his, sticky and sore. Yes - she had wanted this - all of him - and it nearly hurt to finally have it.

"Dad," was all she could say, tearfully, grasping his hand again, twining their shaking fingers, pushing her hot face into his neck, out of any thoughts except him and her and them together.

They made love again, almost without meaning to, bodies slipping back into it as they clung to each other. He spooned her carefully against his chest and touched her still hot and sticky flesh, rubbing his waking dick against her lower back, nosing at her tangled hair and licking up the rim of her ear, comforting her. She reached back to grab his thigh, to guide him, to feel the flex of muscle. Little animal touches that grounded them both.

"It'll pass," he murmured soothingly into her ear. You can block me out soon, everything else too. "I'm sorry it had to happen now -"

Don't be. She rocked her hips. "It's just too much," she whispered in turn. "But it's good, I mean -" I wouldn't have it any other way. It was hard to keep track of where words ended and thoughts began.

He came between her thighs, face buried in her hair, hot breath on her ear and cheek, pulling her along with the desire she was flooded with, a breathtaking wave of lust that he was partly ashamed for (she wanted to scrub all that shame away; how could he think it was wrong or selfish -).

And it probably happened again, and again, she lost count and became detached from reality, became nothing but her body and her father, her everything right now, and this wasn't even desire, it was just being, existing together like they were supposed to, always always always.

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prismatica-the-strange · 2 years

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Soul Stasis [Ship Intro]-

The Day the World Began to End

*SPOILERS FOR THE SHANNARA CHRONICLES SERIES*

The Shannara Chronicles Soulmate AU (I started writing this forever ago and can't find the picrew XC) Also, I lied, I'm putting this out now because the Party is its own thing Warnings: 18+, Talk of death, injury, end of the world, don't ask why the rides are still operating, it's because I said so!

It used to be that everyone had a soulmate, someone they were destined to be with, connected across time and space in one form or another. Some couldn't see the color of their soulmate's eyes until they met, some had handprints where their soulmate would touch them first, some could see any mark their soulmate put on their body on their own skin, others could see the red string of fate that connected their fingers.

As the years went on, soulmates became less and less common. No one exactly knew why, but some believed the universe just stopped caring. The few that were still given a soulmate had very recognizable and common connections, not Regina though.

No, Reggie had one of the rarest forms of soulmate connection, shared pain, the pain one felt so did the other.

She had lived her life so careful, to not put her soul's other half through any unnecessary pain, but then the world began to end and there wasn't much she could do about that anymore.

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2025

Smoke and dust filled her lungs, she thought she had more time before the first wave of bombs. She had to get out of this town, now.

"Luna!?" She can hear another woman screaming a few streets over, "Luna! My love, where are you?!"

By the time she gets there the woman is dead, and she can see a child wailing next to her body.

°•°•°•°•°•°

It's been days.

It was only her and the child and the car they found a ways out of the small town in Maine.

They finally make it to her family home in Vermont, finding it abandoned like most places had been. Luckily the power hadn't turned off and she was able to contact her friends in the south.

The plan was still on, and if she could make it there within the month she'd be safe, they both would be.

After packing her father's old truck with clothes, food, money, and gas, they start the long journey to Orlando.

The Stasis plan was common knowledge, the centers of major cities across the world were to become safe haven's to save humanity.

This of course meant every major city across the country was now crammed with people, overpopulated, bursting at the seams.

Traveling through New York and D.C. was dangerous, but necessary, they wouldn't make it in time if they tried to avoid them.

Unfortunately, D.C. wasn't there anymore.

Two weeks in they met up with a large group of survivors, headed south.

During the third wave, she felt her body ignite with a fiery pain so intense she thought she was going to die, it was gone in an instant, and she knew her soulmate had died.

They had almost made it to the city when their group was attacked. She remembered the sharp pain of getting shot in the side and then waking up in a bed in what they would later call home.

°•°•°•°•°•°

It was Reggie and a group of like-minded friends that came up with the Stasis plan when it became evident that all-out nuclear war was coming.

The one who had created Stasis bubble technology was a close friend of hers, a genius for his age who wanted to save as many people as possible.

The plan was simple enough. He made and sent remote devices to as many major cities as possible, had them connect to the local solar grid, and when the time came he would activate them all at once with a kill code set to deactivate them in about 20 years.

While Reggie wasn't nearly as book smart as him, she knew people, how to make them listen and understand. She became almost like the faceless PR person for the entire project, instrumental in trying to convince people to let them save as many as they could.

The world as they knew it was ending so they figured, why not set up somewhere a little magical? Epcot had space and was recognizable enough that people would know where to go. But the Orlando location was the only city that it wasn't common knowledge that it was to be bubbled. They needed to make sure their plan worked, that it wouldn't be sabotaged.

Even so, rumors about it spread like wildfire through her generation, and groups of young adults and families had made their way to Disney and Universal.

There was more than enough space with all the hotels, so they saw no problem with this as they drew closer and closer to the planned activation day.

The team turned one of the large, in park buildings into a control room.

She wasn't nearly healed from her wound that day in the control room, but she needed to be there, they needed as many hands as they could get. Her hands tightly gripped the edge of the table she leaned on as they counted down the time.

"Activating... Now!"

Sparks exploded from a computer behind her, lights popped and flickered overhead, the ground shook. There was shouting and chaos, people panicked, and others stared in awe at the screens in front of them.

There was no clear consensus of if it worked or not. Theoretically, they wouldn't have felt a change if it worked, and they would need to rely on their cameras on the edge of the bubble, but they were down.

They scrambled to bring things back online when she felt her side burn and wetness begin to spread. She'd torn her stitches.

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2000 years later-

It had been two months since Amberle had sacrificed herself for the Elcrys, since Ander had become king of Arborlon, and Bandon had disappeared.

The last Druid of Paranor, in his time waiting for word of his wayward protege, played council to the newly crowned elven king.

He was traversing the hallways of the castle when he felt an immense shift of power in the universe, followed by intense pain in his side as though he had been stabbed.

He fell to his knee, gloved hand pressing on the pain to staunch the bleeding, but when he pulled away there was none. His confusion only grew as the pain ebbed away.

°•°•°•°•°

They realized as a few days passed that their plan had worked, a little too well.

Their solar power stores were at capacity, it would have taken at least 40 years in stasis for that to happen. And the world outside the city was more changed than predicted. It was obvious they had been in stasis much longer than they were supposed to.

Once she finally woke up, Reggie insists on being taken back to the control room, where they were desperately trying to contact any of the other cities.

"We can't be the only one to make it," Brach, the brains behind the Stasis Bubble tech, grumbles to himself. He types furiously on his keyboard before noticing her getting rolled over in a wheelchair, "What the hell are you doing out of bed?"

"I can't just lay around," she huffs, "There's a crisis, I want to help."

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For a week he felt these phantom pains, smaller ones that lasted only moments. And he poured over every book in the elven library, scoured every page of the codex, looking for any explanation for what was happening. Then it came back strong, not as strong as the first, but close.

"Wasn't there an ancient fairy tale about a human woman who felt every cut her lover endured when he went off to war?" Ander asked from between the shelves, causing Allanon to pause.

"The story of the Soul tether," he says, going back to looking over the spines of old books, "Ancient humans believed that the universe made them each in pairs, and left them to find each other as they wandered the earth, forever connected by a red string of fate."

"Even if these stories were true, no one in the past 300 years has ever claimed to have had a true soul teth-"

"King Ander, I apologize for the interruption," A guard says, stepping into the room, "The Fallen Kingdoms have Risen."

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"Thi... ew York... lease, is there anyo... till out there?" The voice crackled over the radio.

"Brach!" Reggie exclaims, jumping to her feet before groaning in pain.

She feels his hand on her back, "What's wrong?"

"It's New York," she grins through the pain, "The signals weak, but it's there."

"My lucky charm," he pulls her into a quick hug, excitedly kissing her head, before taking the microphone, "New York, this is Orlando, we read you."

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Another week and they managed to get ahold of most of the other cities. Somehow the satellites still worked, considering they had no idea how long they were frozen.

L.A. called in saying they had contact with a man calling himself a king. He had requested to speak to the leader of what they called "The Fallen Kingdoms," after consulting with the other cities, they told him that Orlando was the main base and showed him where to go.

They had two weeks. Two weeks to scrape together some kind of leadership.

Through the chaos they held a vote of sorts and a council of 9 was formed, including Brach and herself.

°•°•°•°•°

The Druid insisted on joining Ander's company to The Fallen Kingdom, a place no one had set foot in for nearly two millennia.

There were very few things left in the Four Lands that could awe him in the same way the Fallen Kingdoms did. They were shrouded in mystery ever since the fall of the age of man, and now they were awake, all of them, and teeming with more life than ever.

He had seen the crumbling buildings of the old cities time and time again, but walking among them as though they were new, it was something he never dreamed of experiencing.

Their party was met with shocked looks just inside the city. Their guide seemed to be in disarray as they had arrived three days early.

As they were led to where the council had arranged, it was obvious these people were preparing for a celebration of some sort. The whole place seemed to be vibrating with excitement and anxiety.

"Are you planning a party?" Ander asked, picking up on the mood of the city.

"Yes," their guide, a small brunette woman, answered, but said nothing more as they hurried along.

The king looked to the druid momentarily, slightly amused.

When they made it to the gate of what they heard their guide call "Magic Kingdom" they're horses were taken to stable and they were led inside.

Ander's eyes went wide when he saw the shining castle with golden peaks. It was nothing like the human kingdom of Leah with their castle of gold and great waterfalls, this place had more a whimsical feel.

As they drew closer their confusion grew, the castle was nowhere as large as it looked from the entrance. But they had no time to question it as they were ushered inside.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The dining hall of Cinderella castle had become a meeting hall of sorts, three large tables were pushed together, nine chairs placed on one side for the council to sit.

"Now I need you to sit here and behave while I go to a meeting," Reggie told Luna, wiping chocolate of the little girl's face, as she sat on a bench outside the hall, "Then we can go explore some more, ok?"

"Oui," Luna nodded, smiling up at her.

"That's my girl," she ruffled the girl's hair before hurrying into the dining room, already late to the sudden meeting.

°•°•°•°•°

Eight people sat in front of them in the otherwise empty hall.

"I am King A-"

"Sorry!" A voice behind him squeaked as the doors opened, "Sorry I'm late! I was only just notified."

A woman scurried past him and his guards, she was in her mid-20s with bold green eyes, large, round glasses, and pastel purple hair pulled into a high ponytail.

She took the empty seat between two other council members, tucking her bangs behind her ear.

She intrigued him, he thought she was beautiful and alluring.

Allanon felt something similar, he was pulled to her. His eyes narrowed, her thoughts were guarded from him.

Ander cleared his throat, starting over.

"I am King Ander of the elven kingdom of Arborlon," he bowed his head slightly before motioning to the man beside him, "And this is Allanon, last druid of Paranor."

The council shared concerned looks, murmuring to each other.

"Was it something I said?" he whispered to Allanon.

The group looked to purple haired woman, who seemed to be as confused as the rest of them.

"Please forgive me if this is at all offensive, but..." she starts, "I don't seem to understand what you mean by 'Elven' and 'druid'? And where is 'Arborlon'?"

He was taken aback, they all seemed genuinely confused by what he said.

"Our race," he explained, "My people are elves. Our kingdom is northwest of here, on nearly the other side of the side of the continent."

"I see..." she seemed to be deep in thought.

"Were there not elves and magic users before the fall of man?" He asked light heartedly, trying to ease the tension.

"Not real ones, no," she muttered, brows furrowed and he frowned.

"What about gnomes? Trolls?" He had always been taught that all the races existed before the world of man fell, they were merely not as plenty.

"Trolls?"

"Big, nasty things, that will eat anything that moves."

"Wh-"

They were interrupted by the same guide as before, she hurriedly spoke on hushed tones to the man beside her.

"Now?" More hushed whispers. "Thank you."

He watches the man stands.

"I apologize to cut this short, but it seems we have another guest demanding to speak with us," he sighs, pushing his glasses back up on his nose.

"Brach," she gives him a pleading look, "We can't just-"

"I know," he places his hand on her shoulder, "But this woman is claiming to be some kind of queen and demanding some outrageous-"

"Queen Tamlin?" Ander asks, and Brach looks to him.

"That's what she said, yes." he nods, "You know her?"

"She's the queen of Leah, the human kingdom," the king explains, "I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to lay claim to the Fallen Kingdoms, as they are inhabited by humans."

"I see," he rubs his temples, "Why now, of all times? Do you mind stepping out as we try to deal with this crisis?"

"Crisis?" Allanon interjects, "This is but a simple matter of politics. You brush of a king so easily and call it a crisis. This is your kingdom, rule it as such."

"It's not nearly as simple as-"

"Are you children, masquerading as rulers? How is it this place had not fallen before with you all running it like-"

"Because we didn't!" The woman snaps, rising to her feet as her green eyes burn, "Two months ago none of us even lived here and now we've been elected to this damn council, trying to coordinate with what is left of our people, in a world that is radically different from how we left it! Our lives were torn up by the roots while our world burned around us- helpless to do anything about it! We didn't ask for this!"

"Regg-"

"I'm sorry if our last-minute attempt at some semblance of control over our lives doesn't work like the well-oiled machine you think it should. We are just children, adjusting to our new post-apocalyptic surroundings."

Brach stares at her in disbelief, and both Ander and Allanon are stunned silent.

"Someone had to say it." She huffs, slumping back into her chair.

Brach takes a deep breath before turning to their guests, "I'll have Missy show you to where you'll be staying."

"Missy's busy," her voice is shaking, as though that was only the edge of a full emotional breakdown. "I say we pick all this up in two days, after the party tomorrow."

The rest of the council mumbles to each other before agreeing.

"Good. Then if you will follow me," she looks to the elf king and his group, "I'll show you, it's on my way."

"O-of course," Ander hesitates before both he and Allanon trail behind her, followed by his guards.

°•°•°•°•°•°

When they exit the hall, both men notice as the small child sitting dutifully on the bench gets excited and rushes over to the woman.

"Can we esplore now?" She askes eagerly.

"In a bit," Reggie smiles, taking the girl's hand, "We have to run an errand first."

"Who's this?" Ander asks, kneeling next to her with a smile. She hides behind Reggie slightly, looking at the stranger timidly.

"It's okay," Reggie assures her, "This is Luna."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Luna, I'm Ander," he chuckles when she smiles, still hiding behind her guardian.

"Your sister?" Allanon asks.

She looks to him for a moment before hesitantly answering, "Something like that."

"You'll find that families here may not be what you expect," she goes on as she leads them back outside, "Most of us in this particular city are orphans of the apocalypse, the only family we have left are each other."

Ander shares a brief look with the druid.

"So... This celebration, what's it for?" Ander asks, trying, again, to lighten the mood.

"Tomorrow marks one month since we survived the end of the world." She explains, laughing slightly when Luna tugs her arm in the direction of the bakery, "Not now honey."

"Actually, we would love to learn more about how Ancient human civilization was- is!" Ander says, "If you're not in a hurry, that is if you wouldn't mind showing us around?"

"I need to get home," She feels like she's going to cry, "But tomorrow, there will be food, drink, dancing, all day. Will then work?"

"Of course!" He grins.

°•°•°•°•°•°

She gets them settled in their villa at the Grand Floridian. Telling them where to go if they get hungry.

"I look forward to seeing you again princess," Ander smiles, lightly kissing the back of Luna's hand, making her giggle. He stands and looks at Reggie, "Both of you, thank you for your kindness."

"Of course."

"And I apologize for my friend, he had no right-"

"It's fine," she cuts him off, "Good evening king Ander."

°•°•°•°•°

When they finally get home to their own villa at Old Key West, Luna runs up to her room and Reggie locks herself in the master-bed she was learning to call hers.

She covers her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob. She tries so hard to not think about before. Life wasn't perfect but it wasn't this.

She had a family, an apartment, a job she enjoyed, she liked her life, for the most part.

Now she had a kid she barely knew how to care for, a house that was too big, and a job that she had no idea how to do.

Tears cascaded down her face as she tried to regain control over herself, her lungs burned and her chest heaved.

The phone rang, they needed her back at the castle.

She quickly cleaned herself up before asking a friend to watch Luna while she went back to her daily charade.

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As soon as the door shut, Ander couldn't wait to see her again.

"You're like a lovesick boy," Allanon chastised, "You have more important things to worry about."

"It should have been you that apologized."

The druid looks at the young king with raised eyebrows, "Is that so, your highness?"

"Even I can tell you're disappointed with this place, that's not their fault."

He hums, arms crossed as he looks out the window, over the lake.

Ander was right. He expected generations of wise, well-taught scholars. Not a city filled with what could only be described as broken people.

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(Don't mind the tense change

She was right.

From the moment they wake up the next day, music can be heard everywhere.

Regina meets them in the lobby after breakfast, which even Allanon had to admit was delicious.

"Where's Luna?" Ander asks.

"I had a friend watch her," She looks at him confused, "We'll probably run into her at one of the parks."

"What is this?" He asks as she steps into the strange vehicle.

"The Monorail is the quickest way to Magic Kingdom."

"Right this way," Missy leads another party past them, onto the train. The matriarch of which seems equally as wary of it.

"Queen Tamlin," Ander bows.

"Ander," She side-eyes him before following her guide.

"It's gonna leave," Reggie warns, beckoning the two men and their small guard to follow. They carefully step on just before the doors slide shut.

People are dancing in the streets, old and young. Some are crying, and some are already drunk.

Everyone is in strange clothing. Ander seems intrigued, Tamlin annoyed, and Allanon gives no indicator whether he feels anything.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to see first," Regina says to the elf, "I thought we'd start here and let you choose."

"I-" He seems taken aback, "I honestly don't know much about ancient humans, I wouldn't know where to start."

"How many rooms does your castle have?" Tamlin cuts in. "It's not very big."

"Uh... N-not many," Reggie admits, "It's mostly dining room and kitchen. There is one bedroom, but until recently it was a restaurant. And it's that high due to building regulations. It's actually really interesting because to make it look bigger, the Disneys used what's called forced perspective, the details higher on the castle are physically smaller to make it seem as though they're farther away."

"Fascinating."

The druid rolls his eyes at the way Ander hangs on to every word.

"They did a similar thing at the France pavilion, Beast's castle, and with Hogwarts over at Universal."

They all move off the road to let the trolly go by.

"Well we might as well move clockwise," Reggie shrugs, leading her group towards Adventure and Frontierland. Tamlin moves to follow.

"M-ma'am?" Missy says.

"What Ander sees, I see," She frowns, "I am the queen of the human nation after all."

"What is that?"

They all look in awe at the flying carpet ride as they pass.

"This is a theme park," Reggie scoffs. None of them seem to understand, "A long time ago people built rides and attractions for families and friends to gather at and enjoy."

"This is a ride for kids, but since I assume none of you have ever ridden anything like this, do you want to?" She asks, "Cause I'm not starting you on Space Mountain."

She chuckles at Ander's child-like eagerness as they wait in the short line. Tamlin is much less giddy but insists on doing whatever the Elf king does.

Allanon, of course, opts out of such a childish endeavor, waiting by the exit with Missy and the guard.

She'd never seen a grown man so intrigued by such a simple ride as Aladdin's Flying Carpets, even if he didn't know the reference.

Both monarchs are somewhat unsteady afterward, but Ander hasn't ever had fun like this in his whole life. He forgets for a moment, that he is the king of his people, lost in the magic of the ancient world.

They spend the next few hours exploring the park, and she answers every question she's asked before they break for lunch, during which they are joined by Luna.

The rest of the day is filled with food and fantastical attractions until they all have to go get ready for the night's festivities.

What Regina doesn't notice is Allanon observing her, intrigued by some facet of her voice, her face, and the way she walks.

Ander grins when they arrive back at their suite, he noticed.

"You spent a good deal of your time watching Miss Jones."

"Is that meant to be teasing?" He asks the king with raised eyebrows.

"Just an observation," He grins, "I do hope you'll be at least a little more amicable this evening, though."

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