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    Fandom Bleach (Anime & Manga), Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Game of Thrones (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Naruto, One Piece, Star Wars - All Media Types, Teen Wolf (TV), The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Tokyo Crazy Paradise, 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

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    the things you carry by for heartsinger

    Fandoms: Protector of the Small - Tamora Pierce, Tortall - Tamora Pierce, PIERCE Tamora - Works  

    03 May 2015

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    After Kel breaks orders and invades Scanra to rescue her Haven civilians in Lady Knight, she is found guilty of treason in wartime.

    She escapes with the help of friends and does the only thing Kel could ever conceive of doing in that instance-- she keeps fighting Tortall's war.

    This is Kel, however; she is always willing to fight her battles alone, but people will always rise up to fight alongside her.

    (Drabble answer to a tumblr prompt)

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    the things you carry by dirgewithoutmusic for heartsinger
    S: After Kel breaks orders and invades Scanra to rescue her Haven civilians in Lady Knight, she is found guilty of treason in wartime.

    She escapes with the help of friends and does the only thing Kel could ever conceive of doing in that instance-- she keeps fighting Tortall's war.

    This is Kel, however; she is always willing to fight her battles alone, but people will always rise up to fight alongside her.

    ME: Kel sent Merric to head the civilian camp, with Tobe and Loesia as young lieutenants. She sent Hoshi, her sweet mare, with him, too, but kept Peachblossom. Peachblossom was her fury and her violence and she needed him here.

    Scanrans came to kill Kel and Tortallans came to take her. The Tortallans managed to snatch her more often than they should have, because Kel and each of her people refused to fight their own. “You are our own,” Kel’s people told them, hissed and glared those times when they weren’t able to run and flee well enough. “We’re on the same side here. We’re fighting for this land too, and she more than anyone!”
    She had built herself into the earth here– these rocky gorges and cold rivers, thick trees. They told stories about her, made legends, and Kel always expected them to be disappointed when they met her. But Kel had never looked seriously at herself, she had not realized–she was like the mountain bones of this place. She would stand tall and steady, carry the seasons, the trees, and the travelers; and when the time came, when she raged, the land would shake.

    When the war was over Kel did not leave the north.
    Three months later, King Jonathan walked into their base camp.
    “I signed a declaration of treason with your name on it, once,” Jonathan said conversationally. “What do you think we should do about that?”
    “Do you care about obedience, your majesty,” Neal asked, “or do you care about service?”
    “That’s not the question,” Jon said. “If I cared about obedience, I’d have a different King’s Champion, don’t you think? Might we talk privately?”
    Kel said, “A wise man told me once never to confront a king in public.”
    Jon smiled. “That’s why I asked to speak to you privately.”
    Kel went beet red; “I’m not a king.”
    “You’re something to these people here. And you helped us win this war. A deserter, in the woods. Though I’m not sure we were the ones deserted. But that’s not the question either.”
    “Are you sure it’s not?” she said and he smiled again.
    “The question has to do, disappointingly, with image.” He grinned at the distaste on her face and Kel took a moment, briefly, to detest how very personable this man was. Jon said, “My power has to do with legacy, loyalty, and strategy, but also perceived strength. You helped win us this war, Keladry, but you’ve also made the Crown look both stupid and weak.”
    “Apologies.”
    “You don’t mean that.”
    “My mother raised me polite,” she said.
    “The position of Knight-Commander for the King’s Own will be empty soon,” said Jon. “I need a solid, experienced leader in that position. And I need the world to see you, Lady Kel, as one of my assets and not one of my enemies. Can you be that?”

    Kel spent three months relearning how the Own worked.
    After, she started changing things. She incorporated her new tactics. She brought in her old army, had northern woodsmen give lessons to sons of dukes and years-old veterans of the Own. She spoke to recruiters and started bringing in new blood.
    When new recruits came in, there were young women tucked in among them. There were fishmongers’ sons beside noble blood.

    Conservatives screeched, and Jon frowned at her over the weekly chess games they played now. “You can’t be okay with a woman commander for your Own and not women footsoldiers,” said Kel. “I’m not touching your army, at least– though you should probably work on that.”

    On her thirtieth birthday, Kel climbed up Balor’s Needle one steady step at a time. There would always be fear. But Corus spread out wide below her, the shining river and the dusty roofs. Tortall spread out wider than she could see, the forests and the hills, the lakes and coast. You could see so much farther from up high. Her realm spread out at her feet, as safe as she could make it.

    Kel took the steps down one at a time, stepping off the stairwell and onto solid Corus ground. Kel straightened, pushed through the doors, and walked out toward the rest of her life. She was not leaving her fears behind, but who ever got to? There are some things you always carry with you. 

    She stood outside, in the soft yellow sunlight, and listened to the sound of people who loved her– breathing it in, letting the warmth settle in her bones. There are some things you will always carry with you.

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    Of Storms and Bloodlines by

    Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan  

    21 Aug 2015

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    When people thought of Poseidon they thought of the sea; Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, Commander of the Waves, the Stormbringer. Upon consideration they would add Earthshaker, for catastrophic events such as earthquakes were hard to forget. Few remembered, however, that Poseidon was also Lord of the Horses. Stormbringer and Earthshaker tended to squeeze that one out.

    Percy had been able to talk to horses for as long as he could remember. He liked to think he understood them. Although he's not entirely sure why the new stallion thinks he's its foal.

    Poseidon is not jealous that Percy thinks a horse makes a better father figure than himself. At all.

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    Of Storms and Bloodlines by inkncoffee
    S: When people thought of Poseidon they thought of the sea; Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, Commander of the Waves, the Stormbringer. Upon consideration they would add Earthshaker, for catastrophic events such as earthquakes were hard to forget. Few remembered, however, that Poseidon was also Lord of the Horses. Stormbringer and Earthshaker tended to squeeze that one out.

    Percy had been able to talk to horses for as long as he could remember. He liked to think he understood them. Although he's not entirely sure why the new stallion thinks he's its foal.

    Poseidon is not jealous that Percy thinks a horse makes a better father figure than himself. At all.
    ME: Percy was simply Storm's foal. He was strange, did not eat hay or sleep in the barn, but Storm's foal all the same.
    Big Lord hurt foal.
    "I haven't hurt any foal," Poseidon objected mildly, raising his arms to gesture around the barn, "and I find no foal here. You are mistaken."
    The stallion tossed his head, outrage, anger and a surge of protectiveness bombarding the god before him. Suddenly, the image of Percy appeared in the stallion's mind, smiling clear and bright as Apollo's sun.
    Foal.
    "Percy?" Poseidon realized, his eyebrow climbing even higher. Sometimes the primitive and simple thoughts of horses were difficult to grasp. "Yes, Percy is my 'foal'."
    The stallion reared, his hooves angrily slamming against the stall door. Fury rolled into Poseidon as the stallion protested. MY FOAL.
    Poseidon bristled.
    "Your foal?" He repeated with a sharp, unamused laugh. His disbelief mingled with outrage, how dare this obviously deranged stallion lay claim to his son? Poseidon was begrudgingly impressed. He could see why Percy liked this horse, it was as stubborn and reckless as his son.
    My foal, the suicidal horse insisted. He opened his mind and suddenly Poseidon found himself submerged in the stallion's thoughts. Percy was crying. Memory-Percy was curled into himself, misery and pain radiating from his small form. The stallion nuzzled his son's wet cheeks, soothing and gentle. Percy blinked his too wide eyes at the stallion, his cries fading under the stallion's attention.
    Care for foal.
    Storm meandered over and Percy swatted at his leg.
    "Jerk." Percy said, the word alien and meaningless to the stallion in face of the warmth and affection his son broadcasted. A reluctant smile twitched on Percy's lips until he finally gave in and laughed when Storm nuzzled the top of his head.
    Make foal happy.
    The memory changed again. A tree cradled Percy against its rough bark. He was upset, but this was a different upset then Storm had ever seen.
    "You know," Percy's voice rang through the memory, more pronounced and clear then any of the others, "You make a pretty good dad. Better than him at least."
    Poseidon, the real, physical one not transfixed in the stallion's memories, froze.
    "Relax Storm. He doesn't want a foal anyway. I'm just useful is all." Percy's words were soft, his eyes sad. "Just useful is all."
    Big Lord hurt foal, Storm repeated, his memories evaporating and bringing them both back to the present.
    Poseidon ignored him. Was that how Percy felt? Did his son honestly believe Poseidon thought so little of him? He felt nothing but overwhelming pride and warmth when he thought of his only mortal child.
    Foal need better, Storm insisted.
    Poseidon scowled.
    "Do not test me, beast," Poseidon warned, "I can still bring your demise. He would forgive me with time, after all you are but a horse."
    Storm flicked his tail, unimpressed.
    My foal.
    Poseidon's eye twitched.
    Percy hovered nervously at the edge of the pasture, torn between racing back to break up their potential fight and aiding the mortal woman. Poseidon held a hand up to his son in peace. He would not hurt Percy's horse.
    Foal strong.
    "I am aware," Poseidon sighed. He eyed the horse distastefully. "I do not expect you to understand, but know that I love my foal and I shall not let you take him from me. That being said… I should thank you."
    Storm paused, confusion rolling off his dark hair.
    "You took care of him when I could not. For that alone, I would spare your life." He had no quarrels about making it miserable, but he would spare it. "Thank you."
    Keep foal safe. Storm thought. Poseidon was not sure if that was a demand or Storm's own agenda. Either way, he nodded.
    "Yes, we must keep our foal safe. My foal," Poseidon corrected immediately. "My foal. He is not yours, hellbeast do not – are you walking away while I still speak to you?"
    Poseidon watched in outrage as the stallion turned away, disinterested.
    "Of all the disrespectful, lack of self-preservation," Poseidon grumbled, shaking his head, "You suit him well."

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    Lost Boys by

    Fandoms: Bleach, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling  

    07 Jun 2015

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    After the Triwizard fiasco, Harry leaves Britain behind for a new life. Uryuu befriends Ichigo at a much younger age. Sirius escapes. Points converge and lost boys find a family. Isshin fails. So does Ryuuken. Kisuke finds a friend. Ukitake covers and cleans up. Fate changes.

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    Lost boys by glacis

    ME: Time for a new plan. He couldn’t stay in Europe. He hopped a train to the airport. Fifteen minutes later he stood in front of the departures board.
    The next flight out was heading to the Narita Airport. It sounded exotic. A trip to the toilet, donning the invisibility cloak, and he was once more on his way.
    As he wandered out of the busy airport into the crowded mass of Tokyo, he saw a sign. Mahoutokoro School of Magic. Welcome and supplies. Enter here. So he did. The Japanese equivalent to Diagon Alley could not have been more of a contrast if they’d deliberately tried. Electricity may not work in the British wizarding world, but the Japanese had found a way.

    His attention was brought back to the present by the Kanedama clearing its throat gently. “Which name do you prefer to use on your documentation, Black-sama?”
    “Which gives me the most legal protection?”
    “Black for potential power. Potter for current position. Evans for anonymity. Black will give you the most fear. Potter the most respect. Evans the most comfort.”

    The next week was a constant whirlwind of activity. Hadrian Black bought a small house in a quiet neighborhood a short distance from the river. Rian Potter enrolled in Karakura High. Harry Evans set up magical tutors.

    At the end of the fifth week since he began his new life in Karakura, he came home from tutoring to an incredibly welcome surprise. A ruffled, somewhat dirty ball of white feathers hit him in the face so hard it knocked him on his ass.
    Sheer joy burst through him, not all of it his own. The ball resolved itself into a slightly underweight, exhausted but exhilarated owl. Hedwig’s bright gold eyes burned into his and her talons clutched onto the front of his jacket, her head coming in to rub against his cheek then dart back out so she could look at him again, before giving a hoarse little bark and leaning forward to preen his hair. It was so good to see her again. So good to have his first, best friend beside him. She fell asleep as soon as she finished eating. From the moment she woke up, Harry had a new shadow. Fearing, perhaps irrationally, that someone would wonder about the owl-out-of-place he convinced her to watch over him from a distance. She wasn’t too happy, but then, given how hard she’d fought to get to him, she would only be happy if she was glued to his shoulder for the rest of her life. So they compromised.
    There were a lot of lovely trees in Karakura. Hedwig sat in most of them.

    The stranger didn’t stay very long. He turned the turtle back into a rock, then whistled softly. A gorgeous white owl with black spots on its wings flew down. Then the owl flew away, and the stranger followed.
    Uryū and Ichigo followed along behind.
    ~foundling~
    Harry was being stalked. There were a couple boys, no more than nine or ten, creeping along in his wake. One had hair as messy as his own, only bright orange. The other one was taking notes.
    “You might as well come out,” the stranger said, looking right at where they were hidden in the bushes. “I know you’re watching me.”
    Uryū nearly had a heart attack. How had he known? They had been so stealthy! He turned to Ichigo, only to find his best friend was in the process of crawling out of the bushes. Dragging Uryū by the hand as he did.

    Life was getting better. He and Uryū still spent the most time together. Of course, they still had things they didn’t share, like Uryū and his major fascination with sewing… or Ichigo’s own fascination with English literature, especially Shakespeare. Sirius was always happy to give him books he hadn’t read yet. He got a kick out of the little Japanese kid who loved the Bard, as he put it.

    If anyone had told him, a mere four years and some months earlier, that he would be patriarch of a ragtag, immensely talented, gorgeous family of five, Sirius would have called them nutters. Yet here he was, father-figure to his son, two younger boys, and two even younger girls. He was best friends with a crazy inventor poltergeist in a person-suit… and the first time he’d called Kisuke that, the laughter had nearly brought the walls down, loudest of all from said poltergeist. He was uncle-babysitter to two of the strangest kids he’d ever met, and good friends with a braided man who could break him in half with one finger.

    It was not turning out the way Sōsuke expected it to, after decades of work, the idiot savant hooked up with a wand-user, of all things, and broke the Hōgyoku! The hybrid was born, then left vulnerable, as intended… only to turn out to be very Quincy with little Shinigami, and that wouldn’t work for what he needed. The brat had an inner Hollow, and what does he do? He makes friends with it.
    What was WRONG with these people?

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    A Queen For The Kingdom by

    Fandoms: Den lille Havfrue | The Little Mermaid - Hans Christian Andersen  

    05 Jun 2020

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    The little mermaid grows up.

    Taking the sea witch's place and becoming a queen on her own terms isn't how she'd planned on doing it.

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    A Queen For The Kingdom by ShanaStoryteller

     

    Summary: The little mermaid grows up.

    Taking the sea witch's place and becoming a queen on her own terms isn't how she'd planned on doing it.

    This was awesome. I have totally reread it. I probably will reread it again sometime. 10/10 would reread again.
    ME: “Are you going to force me to go back?”
    He shakes his head, but it seems like it’s more in resignation than denial. “I don’t think I could. Look at you. You wield Pallas’s trident, which wouldn’t even let me pick it up. Your grasp on your magic is such that you don’t even use your trident for complicated spells. The ancient sea monster Cetus does your bidding. How do you expect me to force you home?”
    “You’re my father,” she says, ignoring the rest of it, which sounds more impressive than it feels.
    He sighs, looking very old, and Mai rests a hand on their father’s shoulder. “Tuyet, we love you. Come home.”
    “She is home,” Elias says, speaking for the first time. “She’s my wife and my queen. She has a place here.”
    Proteus scowls, but Tuyet says, “I want him. I chose him. I’m going to keep him.”
    Tuyet turns to Elias, who’s grinning at her, his grin lopsided. “I don’t have to lose you,” she says, and she doesn’t realize she’s crying until Elias steps close enough to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
    “And I don’t have to lose you,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to each of her eyelids. He wraps her arm around her waist before turning to her father and sister. “King Proteus, Crown Princess Mai, our island needs us both right now. But in the future, when our children are grown and ready to take our place, we can return to the sea.”
    “But Elias, are you sure? You don’t have to do this.”
    “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he says, “Where you go, I go.” She can’t help herself anymore, she kisses him because if she doesn’t then she’ll die, she’s sure of it.
    When they pull apart, Mai is smiling and her father just looks resigned as he says. “That’s acceptable.”
    “Thank you, King Proteus,” Elias says formally.
    He crosses his arms. “I suppose you might as well call me Father. It appears we’ll have to get to know one another.”
    Tuyet laughs and leaves her husband’s side so that she can throw her arms around her father, so that she can hug him and her sister both, and be hugged by them in return.
    All five of her sisters are swimming next to the ship, with Mai in the front, all of themcalling out to her and waving their tails in greeting.
    “Do you want to join them?” Elias asks.
    “You won’t mind?” she says, even though she’s itching to do just that.
    He smiles. “You want me. You’ve chosen me. You’re going to keep me. What do I have to worry about?”
    She kisses him before stripping out of her top and pants, running across the ship, and leaping overboard.
    There are cheers from her sisters and her people when she resurfaces, her tail shimmering in the warm afternoon sun.
    Tuyet swims with her sisters all the way back to Tizile. She promises she’ll visit soon as she walks onto her island’s shore, straight into Elias’s waiting arms.
    She doesn’t have to choose.
    She doesn’t have to keep sacrificing.
    She gets to have it all, her husband and her island, and her family and her sea.

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    Not so Accidental Baby Acquisition by

    Fandoms: Final Fantasy VII  

    22 May 2017

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    In which Hojo makes Sephiroth's baby in a lab and somehow Cloud is there for the fallout.

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    Not So Accidental Baby Acquisition by Esama

    S:In which Hojo makes Sephiroth's baby in a lab and somehow Cloud is there for the fallout.

    ME: "Here," Hojo says, turning back to him, handing him something – a piece of paper. "Take this, and the child, to Sephiroth and do not let him refuse. Now get out of here."

    The paper Hojo gave him was immediate transfer orders – or rather the Missing Personnel Order. Cloud has never seen a live one in his life, – they're the papers Turks get to wave around when ever they come around to disappear a person.

    Danger screams Cloud's Sudden Overwhelming Parental Instincts, as Genesis Rhapsodos – the Crimson General, SOLDIER 1st Class – pokes the sleeping baby's cheek.
    And then Cloud, who's on the verge of some sort of mental breakdown now, punches him in the face.
    "You," Rhapsodos says, bristling."You just struck a superior officer. It is my right to actually kill you now."
    "You poked my baby," Cloud says, because he's insane and now his inside-head-voice is getting outside and maybe it doesn't matter because he's really about to die. Too late now and besides, Genesis poked his baby. "Touch my baby again and I will punch you again."

    "You know what," he says. "How about I sign my own paper, and get the hell out of here?"
    "Perfect idea," Sephiroth says, before Hewley can object, and snatches the paper from Hewley's fingers and strides over to Cloud. Cloud signs it and then Sephiroth signs it after him, giving it Ultimate Authorization and no way in hell would anyone ever dispute it now because it has Sephiroth's signature on it, right under Cloud's.
    He's just been made his own boss, by Sephiroth.

    In the following two hours, two things happen in quick succession.
    First, Cloud panics in a cleaning closet.
    The second thing is that he takes care of it, because Mama Strife didn't raise a fool. She raised a mama's boy. And that's how Cloud takes care of it.
    He finds a phone, and calls his mother.
    "Ma, I got a baby," is the first thing Cloud says to his mother in about six months.
    "I knew it," she answers with the sort of flat fatalism of someone who has been completely convinced of his good looks and charm and that he'd end up getting some poor girl – in her estimation, the Mayor's daughter like that's a reasonable realistic thing to happen - pregnant out of wedlock before long. "What do I do with the baby?" Cloud asks, ignoring the history of twisted faith and weird misconceptions.

    The paper is a weapon, Cloud soon figures out, an insanely powerful one.

    At the ShinRa Military Depot, they're a bit more pragmatic about it. They take a look at the paper, then at Cloud – they too put 3 together fast and snappy.
    "Right," says the brisk looking woman, whose name tag announces that she is called Tina and she's happy to help him. "What do you need?"
    Tina looks at him, looks at the baby, looks at the paper and makes a thoughtful face. "Now, what sort of monthly allotment do you think you'll need?"
    "What's the highest pay you can give me?" Cloud asks.
    Tina looks at him, then at the baby, and he knows suddenly that she too has kids. She smiles. "Good man," she says and turns back to his terminal.

    Cloud spends a moment, a beautiful shining moment, basking on his sudden wealth. Then reality catches him up again as his Baby wakes up and starts to cry.

    Skye is quiet for moment, digesting that. "Cloud, honey, the apple of my eye, the shining fluff of my deep blue sky," she says very slowly and very seriously. "Whose baby, exactly, do you have there?"
    "General Sephiroth's," Cloud answers, very earnestly, because when his mother is serious, it's serious business.

    Cloud says and reaches forward to kiss his baby's forehead. "Rain Strife. My little Raincloud of doom and disaster."
    They're quiet for a moment, Cloud running his fingers through the baby fine hair in spirals and making it stand on a little, fluffy spike. He would have probably have straight hair like Sephiroth, perfect and smooth and nothing like the coarse hay of the Strife family.
    "Rain Strife," his mother says and sniffles slightly. "It's decided then."
    It never once occurs to either of them that Cloud might want Sephiroth's input – but then again, why would it?