#lethal fables au

[ratatosk777]

lethal fables: work for the bug company!

#bug fables #lethal company #lethal fables au #bug fables vi #vi #bug fables leif #leif #bug fables kabbu #kabbu #bug fables mothiva #mothiva #bug fables zasp #zasp #bug fables chompy #chompy #my art

[chaos-is-fun1]

self promo lol

the first chapter of the fable lethal company is out

i have never done both crack and horror so this should be interesting

#fable smp #icarus morningstar #fsmp #fablesmp #fable smp fable #fable smp arisanna #fable smp ven #fablesmp fable #writing #the coworkers #fable smp the coworkers

[sytokun]

there's so many cool but missed opportunities in rwby for their characters, like sun! yk how he's based of "sun wukong" from journey to the west? IK its FOUR characters to a team but i think it would have really been cool if they took more inspo from journey to the west and made HIS team journey to the west characters

Honestly I think that'd be really cool to base the rest of SSSN on the other Journey to the West characters, especially when the basis for a four-man team is already there. And knowing that SSSN was modeled after K-pop boy band Big Bang, imagining the Journey characters as modern hot boys already sounds like an otome-game level move that would fit RWBY pretty well.

That said, if you're making your own interpretation of SSSN, such as by rewrite or AU, you're free to do so. It depends on whether you put more stock into a more cohesive theme for the team, or their original canon inspirations.

...Which is a good opportunity for me to talk about the sketches I did for Sun's team in RWBY: Remnants some time ago. They won't be appearing for a super long time, but I might as well talk about them now.

Here, I renamed them as Team SNSD (pronounced "Sunset"), with Sun Wukong, Neptune Vasilias, Sage Ayana and Scarlet David. (yes, I am aware there is a K-pop group with the same name, the synchronicity is not lost on me) They're still based on their original allusions as I wanted to work within the constraints of canon here, but the full Journey team may be too good to pass up, so I'll consider coming back in the future to tackle it.

People have always been divided on Team SSSN's name, with many preferring to rename them as SSNS ("Seasons"). I do get it - Team SSSN ("Sun") has that kind of dumb, corny "how do you spell?" vibe that matches a team of himbos. But I think having three S's for one word is just going a step too far into... just plain dumb.

Sun is pretty much the same here, but I decided to dial back towards his Asian features and grey eyes - though they're black here cause I like black eyes too. I also added the Monkey's King's famous golden headband, the jǐn gū zhòu, around his neck.

Neptune is pretty much the same here - honestly I really like his original design and think it's one of those "if it ain't broke don't fix it" situations - but I do want to redesign him more in the future to better reflect his allusion as Poseidon.

For Scarlet, I wanted to lean more into their "pirate king" vibe and androgynous appearance, so of course the coat-cape slung over the shoulders is a must. I also wanted to change their Semblance into something similar to their canon one but... not boring.

Instead of just gliding, Scarlet can either control air currents (and I do mean that in a very loose, fantasy way) or affect the trajectory of any moving object their Aura recently comes into contact with. This Semblance is called Pixie Dust, and instead of a gun and cutlass, Scarlet wields two guns, either named Hook and Darling like in canon... or Faith and Trust (geddit). They can use this Semblance to fly, and infuse their bullets with their Semblance when loading them to cause them to curve in midair when fired. Yes, basically like that one movie, Wanted.

People who don't like physics breaking in live action movies hated the bullet curving mechanic, but I think it'd be a perfect fit in RWBY's universe. It adds a much-needed cool factor, and picturing Scarlet engraving smug comments and poetic farewells onto their bullets like lethal fortune cookies injects an element of charisma and playfulness to what I think is a really underutilised character, and one based on Peter Pan no less.

Now for Sage, he had a very ambiguous allusion. Some say he was based on an Aesop fable, and others on Hindu mythology.

Glad to know Miles Luna doesn't know the allusion to one of his own characters, especially knowing that SSSN is one of the earliest teams designed for RWBY, predating JNPR. But sure, let's give him the benefit of the doubt like we always do for CRWBY. /s

Given that this was so ambiguous and he also had no Semblance, I decided to take some liberties with Sage, and given his surname and appearance, I decided to look to Hindu mythology for Sage's allusion - a really cool but unexplored source of inspiration in RWBY. I was looking at some famous warriors and gods of myth like Arjuna, but I eventually settled on Kartikeya.

Kartikeya is the Hindu god of war. Known for riding a peacock and sometimes depicted having six heads, he also wields a spear with a leaf-shaped blade called a vel. In other countries he is named Murugan, and has a famous statue of him in Malaysia's Batu Caves.

I've redesigned Sage's clothes to more reflect Indian fashion (albeit a fantasy version of such) and with peacock feather motifs on his collar and chest. Sage here also fights with this spear instead of a greatsword, which you can see him holding in the sketch. His Semblance, Sanmukha ("Six-faced"), allows him to see in six different directions at once, having total 360° vision around himself. This vision can also pierce solid objects within a certain range.

While not immensely powerful by itself, Sage uses this to gain an almost unparalleled martial prowess, spatial awareness and foresight in combat, reflecting the god of war's own wisdom and skill. While I do really like the Roman numeral tattoos on his neck, I was also considering using Sanskrit or Tamil script - I should try that next time I go back to his design.

So yeah, that's Team SNSD from me! I'm pretty attached to Indian Sage, but next time I come back to them I want to take a shot at basing them after Tripitaka, Zhu Bajie (Pigsy) and Sha Wujing (Sandy) from Journey. I also need to be sure actual Hindu people are fine with him, since Kartikeya is still a widely-worshipped god in current times unlike Thor or Poseidon, so I hoped this portrayal of Sage as alluding to him is respectful enough.

#syto asks #rwby #remnants #rwby au #rwby rewrite #team sssn #sun wukong #scarlet david #sage ayana #neptune vasilias #character design

[rockislandadultreads]

Book Recommendations: Wayward Women in Literature

Bunny by Mona Awad

Samantha Heather Mackey couldn't be more of an outsider in her small, highly selective MFA program at New England's Warren University. A scholarship student who prefers the company of her dark imagination to that of most people, she is utterly repelled by the rest of her fiction writing cohort--a clique of unbearably twee rich girls who call each other "Bunny," and seem to move and speak as one.

But everything changes when Samantha receives an invitation to the Bunnies' fabled "Smut Salon," and finds herself inexplicably drawn to their front door--ditching her only friend, Ava, in the process. As Samantha plunges deeper and deeper into the Bunnies' sinister yet saccharine world, beginning to take part in the ritualistic off-campus "Workshop" where they conjure their monstrous creations, the edges of reality begin to blur. Soon, her friendships with Ava and the Bunnies will be brought into deadly collision.

My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite

When Korede's dinner is interrupted one night by a distress call from her sister, Ayoola, she knows what's expected of her: bleach, rubber gloves, nerves of steel and a strong stomach. This'll be the third boyfriend Ayoola's dispatched in, quote, self-defence and the third mess that her lethal little sibling has left Korede to clear away. She should probably go to the police for the good of the menfolk of Nigeria, but she loves her sister and, as they say, family always comes first. Until, that is, Ayoola starts dating the doctor where Korede works as a nurse. Korede's long been in love with him, and isn't prepared to see him wind up with a knife in his back: but to save one would mean sacrificing the other...

Happy Hour by Marlowe Granados

Refreshing and wry in equal measure, Happy Hour is an intoxicating novel of youth well spent. Isa Epley is all of twenty-one years old, and already wise enough to understand that the purpose of life is the pursuit of pleasure. After a sojourn across the pond, she arrives in New York City for a summer of adventure with her best friend, one newly blond Gala Novak. They have little money, but that’s hardly going to stop them from having a good time.

In her diary, Isa describes a sweltering summer in the glittering city. By day, the girls sell clothes in a market stall, pinching pennies for their Bed-Stuy sublet and bodega lunches. By night, they weave from Brooklyn to the Upper East Side to the Hamptons among a rotating cast of celebrities, artists, Internet entrepreneurs, stuffy intellectuals, and bad-mannered grifters. Money runs ever tighter and the strain tests their friendship as they try to convert their social capital into something more lasting than their precarious gigs as au pairs, nightclub hostesses, paid audience members, and aspiring foot fetish models. Through it all, Isa’s bold, beguiling voice captures the precise thrill of cultivating a life of glamour and intrigue as she juggles paying her dues with skipping out on the bill.

Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh

The Christmas season offers little cheer for Eileen Dunlop, an unassuming yet disturbed young woman trapped between her role as her alcoholic father’s caretaker in a home whose squalor is the talk of the neighborhood and a day job as a secretary at the boys’ prison, filled with its own quotidian horrors. Consumed by resentment and self-loathing, Eileen tempers her dreary days with perverse fantasies and dreams of escaping to the big city. In the meantime, she fills her nights and weekends with shoplifting, stalking a buff prison guard named Randy, and cleaning up her increasingly deranged father’s messes. When the bright, beautiful, and cheery Rebecca Saint John arrives on the scene as the new counselor at Moorehead, Eileen is enchanted and proves unable to resist what appears at first to be a miraculously budding friendship. In a Hitchcockian twist, her affection for Rebecca ultimately pulls her into complicity in a crime that surpasses her wildest imaginings.

#fiction #thriller #mystery thriller #strong female protagonist #Library Books #Reading Recs #reading recommendations #Book Recommendations #book recs #TBR pile #tbrpile #tbr #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

[hostica-a]

𝕯𝖆𝖇𝖎 ;  Fantasy verse

Okay,  so,  little  notes  first:  A  lot  of  this  is  being  left  intentionally  vague  because  its  intended  to  be  more  of  a  group  thing  than  a  stand  alone   but  even  so  Fantasy  AUs  are  sooo  diverse  and  so  many  people  have  different  ideas  for  them  so  I  don't  wanna  lock  anyone  into  anything  should  someone  wanna  write  fantasy  verse  stuff  with  me  so  yeah,  nothing  here  is  set  in  stone  and  can  be  kinda  altered  as  needed  but  the  general  outline  of  Dabi's  fantasy  verse  is:  The  Todoroki's  are  a  royal/ruling  family,  the  Todoroki  house  is  generally  thought  of  as  the  main  ruling  power  throughout  the  fictional  lands.  Enji  is  the  current  king.

Toya's  Enji's  first  born.  He  was  the  heir  to  the  throne,  of  course,  but  he  was  also  a  little  shit  prince  who  liked  to  get  up  to  mischief  with  his  little  brother.  It  wasn't  exactly  unusual  for  Toya  and  Natsuo  to  sneak  out  of  the  safety  of  the  castle  and  go  exploring  in  the  neighboring  woodlands.  Unfortunately  a  spike  of  political  unrest  and  Natsuo  feeling  ill  one  day  made  for  a  lethal  combination  as  Toya  decided  to  go  out  to  play  in  the  woods  alone  that  day.  He  was  snatched  by  rebels  of  a  neighboring  village.  The  goal  was  to  use  Toya  to  force  Enji  to  comply  with  their  demands  at  threat  of  murdering  the  Prince. Enraged  by  this  king  Enji  put  in  place  is  own  plan  to  take  Toya  back  by  force.   No  one  knows  what  the  rebels  were  really  thinking  but  before  Enji  even  had  a  chance  to  assemble  forces  against  them  or  give  his  formal  answer  to  their  wishes,  Toya  was  grotesquely  murdered.  Much  to  the  shock  and  horror  of  King  Enji  and  Queen  Rei.  The  king  sought  bloody  retribution,  the  queen  fell  into  cataclysmic  despair  and  his  never  recovered.  Recovering  Toya's  body,  was  another  task  considered  failed  by  the  king  and  while  he  lead  the  siege  he  and  his  men  were  only  able  to  return  with  Toya's  bottom  jaw.  The  rest  of  the  boy  was  apparently  lost.  Some  claim  he  decayed  into  the  earth  and  ash,  or  maybe  the  rebels  took  and  hid  his  pieces  around  the  lands  as  a  final  insult  to  the  king.  The details of this gruesome and tragic event remain the subject of many different stories. This  is  where  we  enter  the  part  of  the  plot/verse  that  deals  with  Shigaraki,  AFO  and  Garaki.  In  this  verse,  the  Demon  Lord  is  in  fact  a  very  real  thing,  though  he  was  considered  vanquished,  his  spirit  sealed  in  an  alternative  dimension  many,  many  years  prior  by  a  fabled  hero  ( this  would  be  Toshinori,  ofc ) . Alongside  Toshinori,  King  Enji  had  been  a  massive  player  in  the  vanquishing  of  the  Demon  Lord,  who  had  dominated  the  lands  prior  to  the  era  of  relative  peace  known  by  the  world  today.  But  despite  the  L,  the  Demon  Lord's  devoted  servants  live  on,  scattered  across  the  kingdom  and  praying  ( Read:  actively  working )  for  the  revival  of  their  lord.  One  such  servant  is  Garaki,  a  necromancer  of  sorts  who,  as  evil  necromancers  do,  gets  up  to  all  kinds  of  twisted  misdeeds. 

One  of  these  misdeeds  was  to  steal young  Prince  Toya's  burned and broken body and cobble  him  back  together.  Supposedly he  had  hoped  to  integrate  Toya  into  his  legion  of  undead  monsters  but  Toya  seemed  to  have  other  ideas.  Ripped  back  into  the  world  of  the  living,  it  seemed  Toya  retained  some  pained version  of  his  former  consciousness.  He  became  rebellious  and  escaped  from  Garaki's  castle  into  the  lands.  From  here  Toya  would  attempt  to  return  home,  only  to  find  himself  assailed  on  several  occasions  by  villagers  who  perceived  him  as  a  monster,  due  to  his  heavily  patched  work  appearance.  He  was  captured  by  trafficking  merchants  who  sold  him  to  a  colosseum  where  gladiatorial battles  between  "lesser  races"  and  the  remnants  of  the  Demon  Lord's  previous  monster  army  where  carried  out  for  entertainment. 

One  day,  Toya  discovered  his  father,  the  king  would  be  attending  one  of  these  matches  and  desperately  tried  to  obtain  and  audience  with  him. However,  when  Enji  heard  word  that  there  was  a  monster  in  the  colosseum  "masquerading  as  his  son"  he  was  disgusted  and  publicly  renounced  the  "imposter"  and  the  colosseum  itself,  without  ever  actually  offering  Toya  his  audience.   Devastated  and completely broken, Toya turned savage to survive and  vowed  revenge  on  his  father.  He  participated in  a  bloody  insurgence  among  the  imprisoned  colosseum  fighters,  who  murdered  their  way  to  freedom.  Once  free,  he  eventually  returned  to  Garaki,  now  ready  to  join  the  undead  legions  and  their  new  leader,  Shigaraki  in  their  quest  to  lay  waste  to  the  kingdom.  Unknown  to  anyone,  all  of  this  has  been  a  clever  ploy  to  restore  to  Demon  Lord  to  power. So  yeah !!  Thats  the  basics.  I  HAVE  TONS  of  plot  bunnies  and  def  ideas  for  other  main  characters  in  this  AU  but  like  I  said  I  kinda  wanna  leave  a  lot  of  stuff  vague  and  adaptable  so  as  not  to  shut  anyone  out  of  the  verse  and  keep  things  as  useable  as  possible  since  there  are  so  many  different  fantasy  AU  takes  and  yeah,  I  wanna  be  able  to  edit  and  adapt  the  general  base  as  much  as  possible. 

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[dzamie]

What if, bug fables au, where those who have cordyceps don't, and those that don't, do, i.e cordyswap, adventure goes normally(save for the obvious cordyceps, on vi and kabbu)till they find lief, in which case they get confused, what does he mean he doesn't have the tendrils, or magic, aren't those normal, is he hurt?, in which case they learn, no, it wasn't normal, and now the gang's on a journey to figure out what the hell happened. What do you think the first interaction between them is like?

Leif would probably have to have something going for them - maybe they're highly resistant to magic, or maybe there's some creatures who can directly affect the parasite that they're immune to. But yeah, bug enby gets found in some sort of containment chamber, memories lost, and eventually learns that they were sealed in there to try to save them from a presumed-lethal cordyceps outbreak (turns out? Entirely survivable).

Leif is still the only one to use plural pronouns, though. It's not because of anything cordyceps-related, he's just Like That.

#bug fables #bug fables leif #asks #rawrs #text #anonymous

[pinktransparentwirelolita]

Soy contrais me encontrais le melodia y te la voy a dares te la voy ajitar en tres dimension eis la leite quieres un cafe bebe que ya estoy llegando aista la mare mare mare eres la reina de britanica es tuya te la doy si quieres pelear aqui viene mi tia pop de mayra mary pop asi se daccord asi se conforma al acordancthia te dacorrd te acorda la meu miel quiere que me hagas de aprendais ala porfaivs es un de meu mis favores mas favoricthimos risa risa risctha rica la rica la meu vida es de as de sil vu plait vivais la vitalidad meu risctha que traes una muerta sola risa que solo mi hermano puedo darme para darmela darte une na de feminine para ti soy la feminina para ti soy un hombre barron nunca guason una harlequin fable un lust incredeible villano mas de mas as me de mathametasmethanfemininas mas dificilies chemica de monde de la drake a drake a drake a drive in pain i cant drive a drunk nd in and inn and suites a suite like zack or mostly cody brings me sweet happiness and joy risacthamente ( laughter) rapido para mi castella quiere ver el Barron guason el chucky mas spooky gengar de gar cosa mas que jabberwocky bandito bandersnatch snatch that thing like a kids lunch money or es miei mis mejores hablais mie dulces el la mil dulce as de con la vida apesta como una lengua 555 de por dartela una cinq mas Cinco que Cinco mas quince que exajerai de quinces exajeradas es tu castellana mas meu mil dic que una azteca offensiva deportera portate portero de amor tu lengua es una parlarvia via via via pavo de teu fin pavos fina mira mis lengues mil lenguas princessas dame solo un poco de tu amor enviame envi lenguas de amor de las envias mas rapidas 5g que as visto en tu vida mas humidle que un ken a lam Amar as ser mar a mar in Kendrick para de tela Lamar Amar queries quieres lengua as de ser princessa muy princessa como as de Amar una princessa como si as de ser Amar teu de dil mis propes una deu mis amis heroine aka x una x muy blink que au de dic a la dic que peor peo as de pedir que deu dir ala voy mencionar mi pecado de reinas de meu mil mis lenguas aztecas as de ofender la offensivas mas te deu digo mana que dit eres tu mariposa que vuela mas traincionera de teu min mil a mis lengues te digo aprendas de deu teu soc una misa mas japones modelo que deu dit una cervez que te as de aprendais as de aprendais come una lengua frances para sobrevirir la temporada mary Jane Holland as de imaginas de deu dit det dit decor una lengua villana mas una lengua que no tenga pedo as de decirtela as pasar una pasa como un pais paraiso es que deu dit teu dit la venganza es una dulce dolc dolce as de ser parrar ten hut dela para peo peu pel mon a amor espanyol as de decir yo soy la venganza mas dulce catalanayaska de pais es mil lengues es mi dinere mas avancando del siglo vamos a vernos unos xines meu mel mis creidos que as aver qual recesso te sobra mas de mis risas sabes que es el recesso eh puta te voy a surrsurar en tu oido antes de matarte mi risa azteca sera la ultima cosa que escucharas te la doy preucupate de teu mel mil a misa voy a la misa que no ay miel aqui tu te la pasas bimbo de au lait del dit um frances tiene pedo el frances mas que la franchesca mas frances que deu dit una Gata gatica mala flexible sin hermano dash deu te dil a mil a min es meu mil deber Espanol te la doy una lengua guardia de mis a mil te la voy a dar en tres dimension si te teu de la di una imaginacion mas dulce dolc dulce amor acariciame dios de una bruja cuddle fish que me va a chupar la sangra mietras me estoy en la abrasive brit es deu muy abrasions mil de mama car de la car deu meu mel mil a dice querais deu decthirmela para dartela una lengua muy facil que es lethal carro carro Ricardo Creo que soy una capucha mas caro que caro de Portuguese caro soy caro entonces te deu dil dis querido as de mencionar mi dulce nombre osthra veth para meu min mil mi estilo garage glamor amor te la voy a mostrar digo que as de ser mil mil a mil de mil mil mencionar me en tu

pham de china mis diamantes familias favoritas toe tois toe das a mil lenguas as de aser jugas del mel mis joguina de gallina ales as arramar me le aleman que facina del miles de abordancthias castellanas memorias que mil malas el viento habla de una sirena con pelo negro russa mas de las pronunciaras as de aprendais una lengua Mare de Coraline de mil mis sabores monstrous sabor as de ser tremenda lesley que no temetas alo que no te as aver te a de importais te deu de la mia diccionaire porfa son meu mis cosas del meu mil favores que yo traigo ala mil es mi dolor que mi sentimiento vuelo amor como un fiesta pagaais de la vida risa castella as de matar la catalanayaska princessa que fui deu dedos para dartela muy risa esta perra mas fea que un pajarito dolor apesta tu te la soborais la fionayaska desliazarte porfaivs gallina despierta que te vale verga tu eres mi amorcito muy rico dar amar parramar arroz dulcissimo risa castellano sientate lana la prima muy plana accord se sabe sabor qual mio fue de mis nueve anos am lo que the bart el meu monde gira el meu mi closet ala caminar camino al closet de mis suenos todois lois dias mi luerje mil anos de una bruixa catalanayaska muy bruixa beix que tiene lengua de 666 favores de asiento que la la la la la la na de na in youre face yager im famous Princessa para que vienes de yagaer as de pero llegar me la soy chanel tres numero tres para ti me la regresarsthe te la doy una lolita muy basura para ti soy la tercera diabla mas querdia de mei mil mis violeta parr joguina de happy meal te avento la mare gerardo en el thol si viene caiendo va solamente el sol vay de vais as de cais te cais una gallina teu nombre para ti soy tiffany queirdos parres donar en un asiento de carro me robarron de una basura triste que soy la la la la la la princessa catalanayaska ais de aver das su regreso ais sue monde de reynas catalanayaskas indias muy pegas y fuertes de amb de fuerzas flacas te van a dar la lengua muy azteca catalanayaska que sea lo que sea , aixo aprendais de paraulas mas mis deparrais parranda traie desliza de tu cinta mas liza para lisar que se te quite lo maniosa de mel mis que van aserais as de aserejais mil vais como dic portugais meu germa ahora es el meu mis mil de mil regeton para ti diego mi primo de mil dulce aprendais el meu mis de anys por los siglos de los siglos as de rezarme para ti soy yo desaparecete y as de meu mil dis darme el mie mil mis dar de mis primo mas britanskiy que dice que aixo mil as mil mis parrais porque si no ais de aiser meuis a milieus as de rezarme soy tiffany y traigo camara de vigilante un cable deparradiamante as de parrar ricky demela miel mas parrar de deu teu dis que soy tu bettyaiss negra hip catalanayoska azteca del siglo si me jalas el pelo te voy a dar una dizlizame de commentarios donde te llamo fiona la deliza quiere ver mil aztecas dezlizar para ti ricky si senior mi dios soy el maestro orquestra quieres ver una facil lengua deu dil dis a mil amores soy la princess de disney mas reina que deu dis lengua yo Tinc una lengua catalana soy la bruixa mas beix malvada

princessa violeta

[hatecharredarch]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐔

Okay,  so,  little  notes  first:  A  lot  of  this  is  being  left  intentionally  vague  because  its  intended  to  be  more  of  a  group  thing  than  a  stand  alone   but  even  so  Fantasy  AUs  are  sooo  diverse  and  so  many  people  have  different  ideas  for  them  so  I  don't  wanna  lock  anyone  into  anything  should  someone  wanna  write  fantasy  verse  stuff  with  me  so  yeah,  nothing  here  is  set  in  stone  and  can  be  kinda  altered  as  needed  but  the  general  outline  of  Dabi's  fantasy  verse  is:  The  Todoroki's  are  a  royal/ruling  family,  the  Todoroki  house  is  generally  thought  of  as  the  main  ruling  power  throughout  the  fictional  lands  of  Musutafu  ( Now  a  kingdom,  rather  than  just  a  city ).  Enji  is  the  current  king. 

Toya's  Enji's  first  born.  He  was  the  heir  to  the  throne,  of  course,  but  he  was  also  a  little  shit  prince  who  liked  to  get  up  to  mischief  with  his  little  brother.  It  wasn't  exactly  unusual  for  Toya  and  Natsuo  to  sneak  out  of  the  safety  of  the  castle  and  go  exploring  in  the  neighboring  woodlands.  Unfortunately  a  spike  of  political  unrest  and  Natsuo  feeling  ill  one  day  made  for  a  lethal  combination  as  Toya  decided  to  go  out  to  play  in  the  woods  alone  one  day.  He  was  snatched  by  rebels  of  a  neighboring  village.  The  goal  was  to  use  Toya  to  force  Enji  to  comply  with  their  demands  at  threat  of  murdering  the  Prince. Enraged  by  this  king  Enji  put  in  place  is  own  plan  to  take  Toya  back  by  force.   No  one  knows  what  the  rebels  were  really  thinking  but  before  Enji  even  had  a  chance  to  assemble  forces  against  them  or  give  his  formal  answer  to  their  wishes,  Toya  was  grotesquely  murdered.  Dismembered  and  burned,  much  to  the  shock  and  horror  of  King  Enji  and  Queen  Rei.  The  king  sought  bloody  retribution,  the  queen  fell  into  cataclysmic  despair  and  his  never  recovered.  Recovering  Toya's  body,  was  another  task  considered  failed  by  the  king  and  while  he  lead  the  siege  he  and  his  men  were  only  able  to  return  with  Toya's  bottom  jaw.  The  rest  of  the  boy  was  apparently  lost.  Some  claimed  eaten  by  animals,  others  claim  he  decayed  into  the  earth  and  ash,  or  maybe  the  rebels  took  and  hid  his  pieces  around  the  lands  as  a  final  insult  to  the  king.   This  is  where  we  enter  the  part  of  the  plot/verse  that  deals  with  Shigaraki,  AFO  and  Garaki.  In  this  verse,  the  Demon  Lord  is  in  fact  a  very  real  thing,  though  he  was  considered  vanquished,  his  spirit  sealed  in  an  alternative  dimension  many,  many  years  prior  by  a  fabled  hero  ( this  would  be  Toshinori,  ofc )  who  then  disappeared  from  the  lands  into  obscurity.  Alongside  Toshinori,  King  Enji  had  been  a  massive  player  in  the  vanquishing  of  the  Demon  Lord,  who  had  dominated  the  lands  prior  to  the  era  of  relative  peace  known  by  the  world  today.  But  despite  the  L,  the  Demon  Lord's  devoted  servants  live  on,  scattered  across  the  kingdom  and  praying  ( Read:  actively  working )  for  the  revival  of  their  lord.  One  such  servant  is  Garaki,  a  necromancer  of  sorts  who,  as  evil  necromancers  do,  gets  up  to  all  kinds  of  twisted  misdeeds.  One  of  these  misdeeds  was  to  gather  up  as  many  of  young  Prince  Toya's  body parts  as  he  could  and  cobble  him  back  together.  Supposedly he  had  hoped  to  integrate  Toya  into  his  legion  of  undead  monsters  but  Toya  seemed  to  have  other  ideas.  Ripped  back  into  the  world  of  the  living,  it  seemed  Toya  retained  some  twisted  version  of  his  former  consciousness.  He  became  rebellious  and  escaped  from  Garaki's  castle  into  the  lands.  From  here  Toya  would  attempt  to  return  home,  only  to  find  himself  assailed  on  several  occasions  by  villagers  who  perceived  him  as  a  monster,  due  to  his  heavily  patched  work  appearance.  He  was  captured  by  trafficking  merchants  who  sold  him  to  a  colosseum  where  gladiatorial battles  between  "lesser  races"  and  the  remnants  of  the  Demon  Lord's  previous  monster  army  where  carried  out  for  entertainment. 

One  day,  Toya  discovered  his  father,  the  king  would  be  attending  one  of  these  matches  and  desperately  tried  to  obtain  and  audience  with  him. However,  when  Enji  heard  word  that  there  was  a  monster  in  the  colosseum  "masquerading  as  his  son"  he  was  disgusted  and  publicly  renounced  the  "imposter"  and  the  colosseum  itself,  without  ever  actually  offering  Toya  his  audience.   Devastated  and completely broken, Toya  vowed  revenge  on  his  father.  He  predicated  in  a  bloody  insurgence  among  the  imprisoned  colosseum  fighters,  who  murdered  their  way  to  freedom.  Once  free,  he  eventually  returned  to  Garaki,  now  ready  to  join  the  undead  legions  and  their  new  leader,  Shigaraki  in  their  quest  to  lay  waste  to  the  kingdom  of  Musutafu.  Unknown  to  anyone,  all  of  this  has  been  a  clever  ploy  to  restore  to  Demon  Lord  to  power.  So  yeah !!  Thats  the  basics.  I  HAVE  TONS  of  plot  bunnies  and  def  ideas  for  other  main  characters  in  this  AU  but  like  I  said  I  kinda  wanna  leave  a  lot  of  stuff  vague  and  adaptable  so  as  not  to  shut  anyone  out  of  the  verse  and  keep  things  as  useable  as  possible  since  there  are  so  many  different  fantasy  AU  takes  and  yeah,  I  wanna  be  able  to  edit  and  adapt  the  general  base  as  much  as  possible. 

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All Is Fair

This is Pt 1 of my submission for @sdavid09‘s fright night challenge

Also a request from @lilith15000 for a Thorin x OC x Thranduil ramble i turned to a Modern AU. Should just be two parts, hope you guys like it :D

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“Close your eyes,” the voice of your mother echoing in your ears, “and breathe.” Steadily you inhaled easing your metal ring and chain armor coated fingers over the grips of your thrusters and at the peak of your exhale your eyes snapped open at your hands jerking back propelling you forward. The glowing silver eyes you bore signaled your link to Leifje, the ship you were piloting, straight through a shadowy wall. Liefje coated in a lightning field warping around it easing the split of the shadowy wall in your section with twelve more pilots around you breaking a path for the carrier ship behind you with more soldiers headed for the ongoing battle.

There was no secret about it, the Noldor began it. An endless war over three shining jewels, jewels now since recovered and yet the aftermath tipped the world into chaos. An old evil broke free and his henchmen were running amok. As the eldest daughter of the late Jewelia Wife of High King of the Vanyar Ingwe, Nieninque, adopted younger sister to Feanor, the King of the Noldor who bore the brunt of backlash and blame for the war he triggered, you were head of the allied forces reluctantly working together at last to end this damned war.

Under your lead, and none of your adopted kin, as per the arrangement with the other Lords and Kings the alliance was headed. With your Eagles of war heading the charge through the shadowy borders the forces in the ground did all they could. Eagles, mithril craft bonding only to one Vanyar pilot, the only race able to handle the crafts without dying at the instant of the bond also found to enhance the natural powers of the pilot used in attacks combined with the guns making them lethal to any creature or craft up against them. Noldor known to harness fire yet Vanyar known to harness all elements including Lightning, a force known to kill average Men upon striking, a harsher form of fire bending aiding in the natural control over metals and in the rarest bloodlines even sand in their strong ties to the earth.

On top of the enhanced physical training Elven forces were given your elite team found a fabled level as the elite of the elite with few ever truly understanding just what you were truly capable of. The Eagles themselves sentient craft dwelling where they pleased between runs though most ever truly wander far from their pilots unless requested upon by them, both able to shrink and grow to amazing sizes to compete any task needed to get the job done.

The Hobbits aiding in special masks and vaccines to aid with the poisoned glasses and weapons.

The Dwarves for mainly brute force along with highly specialized weapons to aid in breaking through walls and buildings.

Elves for their long distance weapons, naval and air fleets to help the ground forces on Men mingled in between to aid with healing and sheer numbers to keep gaining ground. More and more the shadows were forced back but still most of those waiting back at home while this debilitating war continued prayed for peace to come sometime in their lives, yet one among them found another reckless plan he hoped to unfold a lasting peace for his homeland under barrage daily.

*

A distant tent grew larger at the heavy crunching of gravel under the dress boots of the disguised Prince Thorin. His patience worn thin and even in his youth a few silver hairs had streaked into his dark brown locks at the weight running a kingdom at war bore on him. Monthly there were attacks by Erebor’s oceanic borders newly formed, since the Vanyar relief addition to the war did nothing but split the earth between the countries to make it harder for the dark forces to spread, also making it more difficult for trade and reinforcements to be passed between countries. Though for the faults to their ideas the train industry was now booming at the building of bridges and speedy carriers for transport and travel that would pass under the seas parting the kingdoms for added safety.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and the naive Prince was very desperate to have the responsibilities of the throne pressed back onto his grandfather. The front flap was eased back and a veiled woman slunk forward, old and gnarled her hands reached out to usher him closer to her table with a glowing crystal ball on it he tried not to look at for fear of what he would see.

“I know what ails you child.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

A toothy grin eased across her face barely visible through the veil also helping to shield her bright golden eyes, “I know all, and see all that ails those who enter my tent. The better to aid in their woes.”

“Your solution?”

“You wish for peace and protection. I can grant you that, though it will have a price.”

“How much?”

Her finger raised to rock back and forth, “Not that sort of price. No, the price will be one lie.”

“One lie?”

“Yes, you will tell one lie and none will question it. That is all, no more, no less.”

“What lie?”

She grinned again through a wry chuckle reminding him of the sound of scraping rusty metal, “You will not know it when you tell it. One little lie, and your people are free from this war.”

Thorin nodded and inhaled offering his hand to rest in her offered palm, a single thread was drawn simple and white she secured around his wrist that blended into his skin painlessly, “That is it?”

She nodded and stood, “That is it. Go now, enjoy your peace.” Showing him back to the flap.

For all he had heard of this fabled witch be still questioned her powers and on his path back to the main road again he turned to give the tent another glance. As if to see her laughing with another at his foolishness only to find the tent and small run down city it was in gone leaving him alone in the middle of nowhere.

…

A curious blend of ease and nostalgia washed over the Prince when a month had passed and an attack never came. Though what did come were several reports from his siblings in their own designated battalions along with a strange new face. A weekly stroll found a woman washed ashore on the beach and brought the Prince full sprint to her rescue. Discovering a distinctive mark on her skin. A tiny brown acorn on her shoulder, marking her as the Prince’s mate.

Not a single moment was wasted and the pearly skinned woman seemingly out of a fairytale swept into the path of the Prince’s life was welcomed openly when her health was restored. Mau, the golden eyed damsel quite easily swept all away with her charming giggle and dazzling smile, clearly intent on earning the Prince’s affections in return.

None were the wiser and in his sleepless nights hoping his relatives would return soon his price was left to little but a glitch to him. “How much could it really hurt, one little lie?”

*

Decades now a single carrier pilot traveled your route, one of the worst, Dis Durin, the most fearless of the pilots willing to risk all to get the forces straight to where they were needed. Under constant fire and through bustling stops in military bases an unlikely friendship was made, one pilot with another a working path forged a friendship after a single event.

. Years Prior .

Up in the main cockpit of one of the open carriers a small blonde boy with bright blue eyes darted up and clambered his way onto the seat who stood and barely was able to see anything out the windshield standing up. A grip on the thruster signaled a whirring sound along with a sigh from above. Open mouthed at the sudden sound of the engine revving Dis’ mouth dropped open and her head swiveled in search of her young son who supposedly went off with her husband to the bathroom, now to be seen searching himself. In a race Dis hurried onto the carrier, up the ramp, through the base floor and up the staircase finding the white blonde curl filled messy bun on the Head of the Eagle Forces dangling from the ceiling.

In her inhale readying to apologize she saw the Elleth’s arm drop down pointing at the boy saying surprisingly in Khuzdul, “See that blue switch, flick it for me.” Releasing the thruster little Fili in the Elleth’s pop back up into the wiring compartment flicked the switch, a click followed by a few pops and clicks later until the Elleth rolled forward through the hatch to land on her feet under the self sealing hatch. Crouching down she grinned at Fili saying, “Thank you. Finally, an aid worth assisting me in repairs.” Her stunning violet eyes halting the Dam in place when they met her cerulean pair, “Good to know I’ll be having another soon to help out even more.”

A single twitch of Dis’ brow was followed by the Eagle’s second in command calling out, “Snowflake! Raid orders!”

With a nod she ruffled Fili’s hair earning a giggle from him in saying to Dis, “Be glad to hear when you’re off maternity leave. Roarkin irritates the living hell out of me.” Strolling out the cockpit the aloof Elleth who seemed to stun and chill all with just her mere presence in the area exited leaving them frozen in her absence.

One year leave was demanded leaving Dis on the base left to the passing of orders bringing her into the path of her friend between missions until a final clearance of paperwork had her practically bounding up to the cockpit to dust herself off for her first flight back.

One mission after another the Orc forces were pushed back even more and with the decades passing the Durin Princess and obscure Elven Commander solidified and the pair drew notice and prestige in their longstanding partnership leading to soaring success for the allied forces.

. Current Day .

Loud gunfire ricocheted around the mithril hull of the carrier and breaking the joking commentary on the animated film you would spend your weekend watching once again, even though you had seen it a thousand times before. Whipping through a line of orc jets you sighed seeing the sky blue passenger jet in a shimmering protective bubble not far ahead of you, “Dis we’ve got a civilian craft.” Hours you had been trying to blast off the hostile jets on your tail and you linked your radio to the other Eagles stating, “I’ve got it.”

A firm grip on the thrusters later and you jolted forward towards the passenger jet. Upon reaching it Liefje lowered through the useless bubble against your craft and split open at the mask spreading across your face from the mithril band above your armored collar that sealed to the base of your neck in the straight drop from your seat. An oval portal dropped from your open ship spreading across the top of the passenger jet allowing you gracefully land inside on your feet stunning the tall blonde who instantly straightened up and brought his young son beside him from his own cushion behind his back as much as possible.

Without looking at them you strolled through to the cockpit while Liefje morphed around the hull and roared up its engines at your mental order signaling the seal was secure. Past the hall you approached the pilots who turned and eased back seeing the feather accented plates on your armored suit and mask. A few twisted knobs and pulled levers and their engines shut off allowing you to divert the plane out of the targeted zone closer to the Elven borders. “Just a slight detour.” In a glance at the silenced alert radio you added when your mask receded back to your collar, “Next time keep your scanner on.”

Turning around in your stroll back to the main seating your eyes rose to meet the eyes of the Elven Prince Thranduil’s, his forced stoic façade terribly hiding his fear at even the Eagles so easily boarding his ship melting at your ethereal presence. “It seems you’ve stumbled into quite fire show Sugar.” Instantly his brow arched up and at your smirk his son behind him whispered your nickname between giggles and your eyes turned to the screen on the wall while your ship released the jet and eased onto its side moving the portal over the door behind you.

The bargaining between Sophie and Calcipher in your favorite film made you smirk until through your ship you heard a transmission from your crew, “Ugh, if I didn’t have to head back to ranks. Right when it gets good, too.”

Turning to look at the Prince again when he stated your smirk deepened making a blush begin to form on his cheeks, “And just who might we have the honor speaking to?”

With a giggle you replied, “Someone of little consequence to you Sugar.”

Inhaling steadily in your turn as you heard Calcipher say, “And here’s another curse, may all your bacon burn.”

You giggled again hearing the Prince ask again, “You did not answer my question.”

A full smile split across your face and he swallowed dryly at your quick wink, “No name to give. I’m one of a kind.” A backwards leap sent you through the portal that sealed behind you in your mid air turn to land back in your seat turning back to the carrier headed for the Iron Hills for more forces to fill it.

Briefly you were off touring the base on which you had landed for a meal with the Princess who drew a load of attention while more and more Dwarves continued to ponder who you were. So highly ranked and yet with a nickname of Snowflake leaving little respect to be imagined for you except by the complete obedience of those under your command making strangers even fall in line you were quite the mystery.

Family was rarely discussed except by Dis and was mainly centered around her boys, at least until a lazy repair crew team had you showering in her assigned quarters freeing a glimpse of a tiny brown heart on your belly along with a tiny brown acorn on your shoulder years back. The sharing of who your One was did little to woo you to Erebor as you were dedicated to ending the war and little else could distract you just yet.

That one stunning meeting with the Elf Prince had left more of an impression that you had imagined, a simple pair of sentences traded with the blonde and you were now a popular topic within the Palace. A topic now only slightly muffled at the shout inducing announcement that Prince Thorin had found his One, with Dis furious it must be a lie as only women could have multiple One’s. For all his efforts Thranduil and even King Oropher had little access or rights to know the names of any Eagles

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Filled to the brim from Iron Hills back to the Blue Mountains Dis’ carrier crossed through another dark barrier only to skip in breaking free sending the alarms spinning as a late shot from an orc ship you had taken out skimmed across the wing scraping the engine causing ti to smoke. “Dis, keep it level I’m boarding you.”

Dis, “What am I missing?”

“I’ll tell you when we land.”

“That is far from comforting Snow.”

In the circling of your Eagles they provided cover while a barrier linked Liefje to the carrier allowing you to fall through into the hull near the wing you felt Liefje mold around the ship while Dis stated over the intercom, “Excuse me passengers, thank you for choosing air Eagle for your transport needs. It’s going to get bumpy so if you wouldn’t mind buckling up and keep your screams to a minimum. Thank you.”

Rolling your eyes you unlatched the cover to the wing secures at your facial mask popping up in your climb through the latch now filling with smoke from the engine ready to blow. A few careful jerks of your metal coated hand and the securing bolts were torn free and in your slide back into the main hull you felt the wing slipping away. The hatch sealed behind you and sprinting off towards the cockpit you felt eyes on you in curious and fearful stares seeing you move so quickly in the silent carrier echoing with distant explosions and roaring orc engines chasing after you. Up the steps and around a corner you hurried into the opening cockpit catching Dis’ gaze turning to land on you wide eyed in your approach as your mask folded back.

“Respectfully Dis I’m taking control.” Nodding her head she watched you hop into the seat beside hers flinging your leg a bit higher to avoid the gearshift rising between your legs in your landing. Silver eyed you used your link to Liefje to keep a view on the orc ships chasing you into the sunlight blinding them out side their cloaked zones of darkness and shadows causing them to drop their darkening blinds on their windows leaving them to their pulsing scanners. Gripping the controls in a wide turn a hint of a wing dip then rapid rise sent the unsecured wing off towards the offending ships. In a ripple at your alarm filled turn the offending trio exploded with two more ships foolishly soaring through the wreckage while you struggled to keep the carrier level with the aid of Dis’ hold on her shifters now mostly useless at the lack of a wing.

Dis in a struggled glance at you said, “Please tell me that wasn’t my wing.”

Reaching up to jerk on a lever you grunted back, “I thought we had a no lies policy.”

A growling exhale left her and she said, “I think I would much rather the lie this time.”

You nodded and said, “Sure, then no, that wasn’t your wing.”

She nodded, sarcastically saying, “Good. I knew you wouldn’t just climb on board and fling my wing off at orcs.”

Unable to help it you giggled and grinned out the sky ahead of you in your guiding the carrier off towards Elven territories far from Moria, your intended destination for the soldiers weary from lengthy tours in combat expecting a safe return to their bases in the Dwarven keep. A stretch of ocean between you and the safety of a runway stretched on out into the horizon with a tiny speck of Great Greenwood, Amon Lanc territory more specifically, growing in front of you. Patrolling those oceans giant carriers with tiny jets sounded their own alarms making you roll your eyes again at the warning message they sent informing you of the unapproved approach. “What a croc. Again with the alarms.”

“Dwarven carrier you are encroaching on Elven territories without authorization. Continue your course and you will be fired upon.”

Linking back to the closest carrier you stated, “This is carrier BX 2794 coming in for an emergency landing.”

“BX2794 you are not authorized to land here.”

“Do me a favor, look East, hi,” aboard the ship through the binoculars reflecting light back at you curses flew from those peering out at the single winged monster carrier soaring across the ocean towards the Elven strip in base right on the coast with the aid of your Eagle flying above you at an angle holding you steady. “That’s my authorization. This big beast is currently holding 5000 bodies inside and I am landing so you call whoever and say whatever the hell you need to because I am landing and any vessel firing upon us will be met with the same courtesy.”

You huffed and cut the transmission feed then glanced at Dis whose eyes met yours, “That did not go well it take it?”

“Better than I thought actually.”

“Oh, good.” She nodded trying to remain calm, “I’m going to be court marshaled for this aren’t I?”

You shook your head, “No, I pulled rank, took control. I will make sure you aren’t penalized at all.”

“I doubt even an Eagle could promise that.”

You smirked at her, “You’d be surprised how accommodating people can be for a snowflake like me.”

“I thought the Noldor and Silvan hated one another.”

Your head tilted slightly, “I wouldn’t say hate.”

Stretches of green came into view behind the strip you were to land on inside the evacuating base echoing of another loud alarm, though in the first sight of your smoking carrier the Elven forces froze and turned once on the edge of the base pointing and shouting in awe at your smooth landing. Carefully Liefje helped to guide the carrier into the stretch of asphalt you were ordered to park in. There a securing banister was set up to prop up the remaining wing to help with the weight difference while the Dwarven forces inside were allowed to file out and see the state of the carrier while over the oceans the remaining trio of orc ships were reduced to ash bringing your Eagles after you. Refusing to leave the carrier on the control panel in the cockpit you linked into the messenger system for your headquarters confirming that you had landed safely and with a rough estimated list on what parts you would need. A second message was sent to Moria alerting them of the detour and clear health status of all the passengers soon to be diverted by rail to Moria by sunset.

Dis along with the others watched as, once the threat of fires was handled, the carrier was moved inside a long since used hangar. Within an hour a supply of tools and replacement parts arrived by rail and you got to work setting it all up how you required to get the job done. The message you had given to the ocean carrier had been played for the King and then replayed confirming by the Crown Prince that it was the voice of the same woman who had boarded him a couple days prior.

A sudden arrival of the Noldor King Feanor had spiked tensions already alarmingly high after your landing. Alongside Lords Ecthellion and Glorfindel the tall King with pitch black curls secured in a long braid down his back strolled closer to the carrier with clear sight of you removing the sheared off bolts you would use to secure the replacement wing that would be replaced by morning. Seated on a bar from the securing brace you pulled another bolt free you dropped into the bucket below listening to the sound of King Oropher speaking with Feanor.

Oropher, “We have done everything to ensure the repairs go on as scheduled for quick return to service. It was quite a marvel of a landing, one wing.”

Feanor, “Well I would never have doubted this teams skills.”

Glorfindel, “I doubt any would.”

Thranduil on his left stole another glance up at you and his expression dropped as he swallowed trying to remain calm just getting closer to you as Feanor said, “There should be little to keep repairs from the schedule either.” Under the carrier he called out, “Isn’t that right Snowflake?”

In a sudden backwards drop to dangle from your knees the men eyed your suit tied off around your waist revealing your rib length vest usually hidden underneath it “I thought I recognized that bleating.” Your grin doubled in a giggle at the upwards tick of his brow in place of his smirk he was withholding at the open mouthed stare of the Silvan King and Prince, “No need to worry old Goat should be up in the air again tomorrow.”

As if the nickname wasn’t stunning enough their eyes wandered over your toned core where their eyes fell on the brown tiny heart there making the Prince’s heart skip a beat at its naming you his One. Oropher wet his lips then said, “Surely there would be no need to rush away. Or, at least we could arrange a proper tour.”

Raising his hand Feanor wagged a finger then raised his hand to grip yours, “I knew you would play nice, see making friends already.” Releasing a leg you flipped forward planting your foot in the small of his back followed by your knees easing around his sides in your arms resting on his shoulders, in a glance over his shoulder at you he smirked, “When’s the last time you ate?”

“Sunrise. When’s the last time you ate old Goat?”

He nodded then pursed his lips, “Sundown yesterday.”

“Mhmm.” In a giggle you hoped off his back and stole a glance at the Prince giving him a beaming smile, “Hey Sugar, see you landed safely.”

Feanor’s hand settled on your head guiding you to turn speaking in Vanyar, “Try not to embarrass Prince Thranduil.”

With a smirk you replied, “He looks so cute when he blushes though.”

Oropher looked you over again in a glance between you both stating, “Yes, you were the Eagle assisting my Son and Grandson to safety earlier. Thank you for that. I am in your debt.”

You shook your head, “Not at all.”

In Feanor’s arm propping up on your shoulder and your lean against his side Thranduil stated, “Forgive me, but we have yet to catch your name.”

Feanor clicked his tongue, “Impossible as always Snowflake. King Oropher, Prince Thranduil my Sister Nieninque.” Both their mouths parted just barely then they gave a gentle bow of their heads, “Who prefers anonymity on her runs, and enjoys giving me an exceptional record to look up for her flight plans past this scuffle. No doubt a late hit, we rarely get damage to our birds past a few scrapes or singes.”

Thranduil, “Princess Nieninque, leader of the allied forces?”

With a smirk from you his blush deepened, “Everyone calls me snowflake feel free to do the same. No special treatments here.”

Oropher, “How does that work exactly? You being the leader and all?”

“I fly and fight same as anyone else. Besides many a leader has been brought down by peacocking around. As long as I am safe they are. The longer between injuries and smoother the flights rank matters little compared to statistics comforting troops entrusting us with their lives.”

Oropher nodded, “True. We have a lunch prepared if you are up for it.”

“I doubt Feanor will eat if I don’t, after you, Your Majesty.”

Oropher replied, “Oropher will do nicely.” You nodded.

“Think on it, no time for changing your mind later.” Your grin stirring an unexpected chuckle from the stoic King at seeing Thranduil shifting to be closer to your side for the walk back to their chosen quarters on base.

Oropher grinned at you, “I am certain.” A few more yards and they began the climb onto the open jeep waiting there, on which Thranduil’s eyes scanned over you lingering on your stomach.

In your climb up you lowly stated, “Careful there Sugar,” when settling beside him at his eyes snapping to your face your foot rose to prop up on the back gate saying, “Someone might think you were after my heart.”

“I, well, I would hope so.”

Your brow ticked up, “What?”

“Your, I, have your heart.”

“Really now? Sugar-,”

He pointed at your stomach and shook his head, “That one. I have that one. On me.”

“Ah.”

His brows furrowed curiously, “You’re not happy?”

“I-.”

“I do not meet your approval?”

“I did not say that.”

“I’m not-,”

Your hand rose muffling the end of his sentence making Ecthellion seated behind you turn to see what was going on between you in your hushed conversation, “We’ve spoken twice, don’t be so quick to assume what’s rattling around in my head.” In lowering your hand he nodded and you said, “Besides, I believe there is someone you should be discussing this with before you go settling any plans.”

“I’m not married.”

“Even so, there is a smaller arguably more adorable and easily confusable version of you to consider.”

“Smaller-,” A short pause later he inhaled sharply then stated, “Legolas, my Son, yes.”

“Plus there is the matter of this war.”

He nodded, “Yes.”

The simple meal, in which plans to invite you back for a full tour were solidified after news of your shared bond with the Prince was voiced. Tentatively the subject of courtship was breached, though until you could be learned more about while Legolas grew more accustomed to your possible union or even acquaintance to ease his path in this ordeal as well.

That momentary slip of his revealed something he hoped to find in his One, a woman first thinking of his Son over any tie to him, a fact you seemed adamant of, that you would not accept an offer of courtship until Legolas had given his blessing unwarranted to know he wasn’t being pressured into accepting you. That statement swayed the King over any brashness of your character upon first glance, you saw to the needs and comfort of those around you whether under your chain of command or not.

Sure enough after a sleepless night the new wing was fitted in place and on the cusp of sunrise you and Dis had the beast back up in the air for its first test run. In a steady path back over the ocean you crossed paths with those same carriers who cheered and waved complimenting your skills. Landed once again on that same airstrip you spotted that same jeep waiting there with the Crown Prince beside it. Once landed the back door was dropped and Dis was off to gather the few battalions remaining to assist in reloading the carrier with all its supplies while you handled the controls check list.

Softly feet fell up the path to the cockpit where in the doorway Thranduil sat curiously eyeing all of the various controls around you. Without a glance at him you said, “Nearly done then we can go to breakfast.”

Steadily his eyes scanned over you in your pale jeans and grey sweater hugging you tightly to your hips where the hem bunched up revealing strips of your skin there from the harness you had undone moments prior. “I wish I had more of a claim to ask you not to go.”

Pausing for a moment at the smirk having inched across your face then you raised your leg over the control as you hoisted yourself up with a grip of the back of the seat. One foot landed and was met by the other freeing the Prince to get a full look at you, “I’d have worn something nicer but aircrafts have very little space for gowns, only what you can roll up.” Moving closer to him you saw the clear ache in his eyes and settled your hand on his chest only deepening his look of desperation to cling to you holding you back from racing off back into war. The contact alone brought him closer, “You can’t look at me like that and not expect-,”

A sign from you came as he moved closer, barely a foot away humming back, “Expect?”

Closing in even more his forehead barely touched yours as you replied, “I’m leaving in three hours.”

A slow shake of his head and he closed the distance lowly pleading, “Don’t go.”

That firm aching first kiss melted into a hungrier second with a tilt of your heads, blindly arms fumbled around your back and his neck in a firm tug and the stolen awkward binding kiss of Ones lost in a war torn trail separating them soon abruptly ended at the Elven guard calling out to the Prince. Inhaling sharply in a break for air now pinned against the back of your former chair your forehead met his and you whispered, “I’ll be back in a week.” Clamping his eyes shut the Prince tugged you a bit higher to burrow his head in the crook of your neck in a tight embrace you returned around his shoulders while just for those few moments everything from your scent to the feel of your hair and skin was burned into his memory with your bodies melted together.

Released from his hold your eyes locked on his and his hand eased from your upper back down to your hip. There his fingertips eased under your shirt where he laid flat his hand against your skin sliding it upwards revealing your now periwinkle colored heart mark. The shift in color marking your clear bond, without a pause his free hand rose to cup your cheek and the distance was closed again in another firm fiery kiss breaking like the first at the call of his name. Reaching up your hand folded around the wrist linked to your middle and you said, “We should go.” Nodding his hands retracted after another gentler stolen kiss and as you brushed down your shirt it shifted around your back to settle there for the short walk out of the carrier.

A short drive had you back at their house on base where the younger Prince grinned when seeing you again and hopped up with hand extended to introduce himself fully. The entire time he peppered you with questions until the band around your wrist chirped causing you to turn over your wrist to pinch the sides reading the Braille message lit up and scrolling across the screen. Silently the men watched only to stand as you said, “Mmm, they need me for final preps.”

Legolas hopped up and in a leaning hug against your legs he asked, “You will come back?”

With a grin you settled your and on his head answering, “In two weeks, yes. One more trip out West then I have a weeklong leave.”

At that his face lit up, “You’ll be here for a week?!” in a bounce he added, “There’s so much to show you in just a week…We’ll fit it all in! I promise!” Again he hugged your legs tighter stirring a grin onto your face, “Stay safe!”

“I will.”

He broke his hold and Thranduil reluctantly joined you for the drive back, up until you were in walking distance he remained silent, breaking with a single question, “I can write to you?”

In a pleading gaze his eyes met yours and melted into a hopeful smile as you fired back, “You better write to me.” A card pulled from your pocket was passed to him and you hopped out then turned to face him in a backward step, “Just send them there, they’ll make sure I get it.” He nodded and took a deep as you smiled at him replying with a giggle, “It’s only two weeks, Sugar.” A wave from him mirrored yours, quick and barely noticeable before your turn to jog over to the carrier starting up after its back hatch was sealed.

Liefje on the side ruffled his featherlike paneled wings and moved closer to you in the morphing of your suit around your body from the bands on your wrists and ankles. A single hop up through the open hatch on his chest later and you climbed through the small tunnel and took your usual seat feeling the rings of your gloves folding around your fingers and the backs of your hands that slowly eased around the controls for a sharp signaling call from Liefje moments before he shot up into the air with the other Eagles behind him.

*

A letter had opened and upon reading the letter against his glee at having publicly addressed Mau as his One stunned to the core Thorin read aloud to himself in a weak whisper, “Courting Prince Thranduil…” The woman Dis had claimed to be his true One was now bonded to and beginning a courtship with Prince Thranduil. “Can’t be. She just can’t be mine…” His mouth and heart seemed torn but nothing had prepared him for the searing burn from his mark, a new common reaction since hearing from Dis about his supposed One and when they would be encountering danger.

All he knew was that something was wrong. Something was wrong and he needed to make things right. Once this mess was all dealt with he would invite you out and inspect your mark for himself. Dis was coming to Erebor for her week long leave and would see Mau for herself and see that he was not imagining things. She could see, and hopefully help him understand what was going.

*

Again sight of your Eagle came into view and bouncing on the end of the tarmac Prince Legolas stood beside his father, who spent the past two weeks flooding your usually empty mail bag with any and everything he could think of to fit in letters to share all he had wished to of his life to get a better footing of a relationship. Between his came a trio of letters from Legolas packed with questions and stories of his own, as often as you could muster you wrote back, and heart warmingly the weeks had both stretched on and flew by. You had never dreamed of being one to receive love letters, and though it had no clear proclamations of the emotion simply the sheer volume of them and intimate moments contained showed a hope for one day having love between you.

A drop through Liefje’s chest had you landed on your feet with your mask and suit retracting for the stroll over to the royals as Liefje took off to find a place to sleep. Again in jeans and a sweater you draped your bag over you shoulder with all you might need for a week eagerly Legolas rushed forward and glancing down you eyed the still heated tarmac making you rush closer seeing the smoke under his feet lowering his gaze that snapped up to you when you lifted him to your hip. With a grin you caught his gaze saying, “When the orange flag is raised it means this is heated for the craft tires.”

“Oh.”

Softly you chuckled then said, “It’s ok, we’ll just have to get you some proper boots if you plan on coming down often.” To which he nodded then smiled starting to share all he had bottled up for plans for your trip, through which Thranduil stole a brief pat on your side and guided you back to the waiting car that would take you to the Palace. Though quickly upon arrival both the King and Crown Prince were stolen away and without their watch you were limited to the Palace. Leaning back against the lounging couch in the theater you chatted with Legolas through Howl’s Moving Castle in which you shared your favorite bits about it that you connected a great deal of items and flying crafts inspired by the film.

By dinner the King and Prince returned to find you both getting along famously, and by the end of the week you and the boy were inseparable. Few moments were stolen by Thranduil to be alone with you in his hectic days with heavily guarded trips for you and Legolas. Your final moments however came with Legolas tapping your leg, crouched down you accepted his tight hug, “Please don’t go.”

Weakly you chuckled replying, “I have to. I’m sorry.”

A sniffle from him came before he whimpered into your shoulder, “But who’s going to love Ada if you leave?”

Lowering your hand from the back of his head you pulled him back and caught his gaze wiping his cheeks while Thranduil stood with lips just barely parted understanding what his Son had just said, “Don’t cry Little Leaf. I am coming back, but I do have a job to do. I can’t leave all the fighting to the others, and wars can’t last forever.” He nodded and you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose after another sniffle of his and he tapped his forehead to yours in another pout, “We’ll keep writing, just like before. I’ll be back, and you keep that journal of yours up, I can’t wait to see what you can dream up.” Stirring a smile back onto his face in another nod signaling you to stand and turn to look to Thranduil who moved closer then folded around you in a tight hug at your offer, “Come here. I’ll take no pouting from you either.”

Lowly he chuckled and stepped back as you did watching you turn with a nod at his saying, “Expect a letter upon your landing.”

“I don’t even know where I’m off to first.”

He smirked back at you, “Expect a letter all the same.” Making you giggle and turn away for the trot back to Liefje who ruffled his wings excitedly after his week to recharge.

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