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This is inspired by two posts of @procrastinatorimagines
Jack Frost
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⤷ Separated/individual
-> Open Arms
-> Monster
-> Dangerous
-> Odysseus
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A/N: Disclaimer, this is a Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course, you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute for Y/N and L/N. Let me know if you want a part five. I'm so sorry, this is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself, so it's easier to do so.
(PS This is outside the timeline, or you can view it as if it were before the movie/pretend the movie didn't exist. Everyone to their own! PS-PS, I went back and edited the other parts. There weren't any drastic changes besides grammar.)
You rubbed your hands, looking down at the stove with fresh food. Two main dishes next to each other. Small bowls around them with different sauces. You reached down for a steamy bowl, a soft layer of frost coating half of it. You reached to grab the chopsticks; your movement slowing down as you noticed movement behind you.
Douxie had sat up so quickly it hurt his head. He silently groaned as he held his head. Rubbing the back of it. For some unknown reason, his head was cold. As if someone had placed his head on ice. He froze, his eyes looking around. His ears catching the sounds around him.
None. There were none. Only his soft breathing. Not even the waterfall made noises. He sat up completely, turning his head to the left. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you. He stood up, furrowing his brows. You clutched the chopsticks in your hand, turning your head to look at him.
He tilted his head slightly, a smile gracing his lips. "Uh, hi."
"Hello," you greeted back, turning to him fully. You eyed him, not seeing the blood seeping through his clothes anymore. "Are you all right?" You stepped forward. A red flag to yourself for forgetting the most common rule taught to younglings: Stranger Danger.
But then again, you did kidnap him.
"I think so." Douxie said, looking down at himself. His hands feeling his abdomen. "How'd I get here?" He asked, lifting his head and looking at you.
You decided to deflect the question by shoving the bowl in front of him. "Here, eat. You're too skinny."
Douxie looked down at the bowl, rice with cut-up vegetables underneath scrambled eggs. "I could eat." He said slowly, taking hold of the bowl.
You smile at his acceptance. It's been a while since a human had interacted so casually with you. His hazel eyes locked with your own. "Thank you." He said softly.
"You're welcome." You bowed your head slightly before lifting and gesturing to a dinning table that he knew for a fact wasn't there before. "Come, sit." She encouraged.
They both made their way, setting their plates down and sitting on the soft chairs. Douxie looked around, hand hands lazily on the table. "I'm Douxie, not sure if I told you." He said, fingertips rubbing at his forehead.
"Yes, you did." You confirm, nodding your head as you gripped the chopsticks.
"So, not that I want to be repetitive or anything, but where am I?"
You smiled, bringing a piece of egg to your mouth.
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"And then he disappeared." Claire continued, the team being back in the small piece of Camelot Merlin salvaged almost a millenia ago. Her arms were crossed, still wearing her purple armor. "Whatever portal that was closed before I could reach him."
"Have you tried your shadow portals?" Toby asked, leaning against Aaarrrgh! in exhaustion.
"Urgh, I'm spent." She rolled her eyes, huffing as she leaned back.
"That witch must have taken him!" Toby gasped, sitting up.
"I doubt it." Claire rolled her eyes, lowering her arms as Jim entered the room.
"Everyone okay?" He asked, brows furrowed as he glanced around the room. His eyes widening. "Where's Douxie?"
Claire looked away with guilt, "He was taken."
"Which wasn't your fault." Blinky said reassuringly, one of his stone hands on her shoulder. Claire smiled softly.
"Thanks." She said quietly before looking at Jim, a frown on her lips. "There was this woman. It wasn't the witch we just faced." She briefly glanced at Toby.
"And she opened this portal on the wall in an alley. She took him inside. I felt it, it was like ice."
"Urgh, not Elsa."
"El-sa?" Aaarrrgh! asked slowly, tiling his head.
Jim glanced to the side, slowly making his way to the big table. "Okay, we're dealing with a witch who's obsessed with Morgana and a wanna-be Elsa."
"Wanna-be is far stretched." Claire shrugged a shoulder. "She could literally be her. Powers wise, anyway."
"So how do we find them?"
"Shouldn't we be looking for the wanna-be Morgana?" Claire asked, just in curiosity on what Jim would say.
"Douxie matters most." He said while shaking his head. "Besides, we need more training. We clearly couldn't go against that witch."
"So how are we supposed to find Douxie and Elsa?" Toby asked, stepping closer with his helmet under his arm.
"Ask Krel."
"Aah!" He yelped, jumping up and dropping his helmet.
Nomura hummed low, rough. A hand to her hip as she looked down at him with distaste. She still didn't like him.
"Nomura, where did you come from?" Toby asked, hiding behind Aaarrgh's! arm.
"Over there." She nodded behind her where Krel was. Headphones on as it blasted music. Holograms floating around him. The blue glow illuminating that part of the room.
"Who's that?" Toby asked, stepping next to Krel. A hologram of you in a 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 poster hovering next to a satellite screenshot of the alleyway with the portal.
Claire gasped softly, pointing to the picture. "That's her. That's the woman who took Douxie."
"Let me see that." Blinky stepped forward, pushing them away with his four arms.
"Hey!" Krel said, stepping back. His brows furrowed as he took his headphones off. "Have any of you heard of personal space before?"
Blinky gasped, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the picture. "What? What it it, Blink?" Jim asked, rushing towards them.
"For Deya's Grace, what a miracle!" His stone lips formed into a wide smile. Four arms gesturing at the hologram. "It's her! She's alive."
"You know her?" Claire asked, her eyes widening in amazement.
"Who is she, Blinky?" Jim asked, looking up at his mentor.
"Long ago—"
"Can we not go that far back?" Toby interrupted. "Can we just like, get a brief summary?"
Blinky's smile dropped, glaring down at Toby. "She was the lost guardian of Zymar. A tribe long lost to the war between humans and troll-kind."
They blinked at him. Krel rolled his eyes and shifted the holograms to him. "Yes, and apparently a captive before she escaped not long ago."
"How do you know?" Toby asked, raising a brow as she looked up at the extraterrestrial.
"I can hear it." He pressed a recording, voices coming in smoothly.
"So that's the reason you were in the alley?"
"Yes, I should have learned my surroundings before escaping, but freedom was right there. I couldn't wait."
There was a pause, sounds of stuff moving, people eating.
"What brought you to my feet, Douxie?"
"A witch trying to continue Morgana's will." He said casually, like any other Tuesday Morning. And at this rate, it might as well be.
"Ah, yes. Morgana Le Fey Pendragon." The unknown woman responded, a biyter taste in her words. A sense of distaste. "Redeemed so they tell me."
"Redeemed is a strong word, love. More like . . . There is no word for it but you get the gits."
Krel lowered the volume before looking at them. "I placed trackers on all of us." He said, very seriously and very deadpanned.
They all stared at him, Toby's mouth dropped as he let out a breathy, "Whaaa-aaa-aat?"
"Is it in my armor?" He asked, feeling around.
"You'll never find it." Krel shook his head.
"Are you the only one who can access the tracker?" Claire asked, eyeing Jim as he patted down his arms.
"No. You guys can also use it." Krel said, tossing them a small round device.
"Don't eat it, Wingman." Toby said, watching as Aaarrrgghh! sniffed the device. He was able to snatch it from the troll. He was about to look it over when Jim snatched it from Toby.
Jim furrowed his brows, turning away from the group. A gentle click to the side and a hologram of what resembled a GPS map showed up.
"That's the same alley I last saw him at." Claire pointed out, placing a hand to her beloved's shoulder.
"Then that's were we're going next." Jim said with furrowed brows.
Tags: @rainywing1203 @mouzzina @summ3rg4l @thatgingerchicka228
Credit towards @sweetmelodygraphics for the winter divider
Three Years After the Events of Rise of the Guardians
The fairies buzzed as they flew around, they carried some cookies and others even carried coffee mugs. The elves were goofing off, pushing each other and walking under the boots of Santa Claus also known as North.
“Urgh,” he let out, lifting his mug and plate of cookies as he looked down. His brows furrowed and lips formed a frown. “Why are you always under boots?”
The whoosh of a fast flying being passed North making him look up and crack a smile. “Tooth!” He exclaimed, turning around to greet his friend. He held a big smile on his lips.
The Tooth Fairy skid to a stop in the air. She smiled—though she always is—and turned around in her flight. “Hi!” She let out, giggling as she flew closer. “Oh, I’m so glad we all agreed to this.”
She clasped her hands together, swaying from side to side as her wings flapped furiously. North let out a laugh, leaning back slightly. “I’m glad too. Although, Bunny didn’t seem so excited.” He said, leaning in close as if telling a secret.
“Hey,” the voice of Bunny said as he jumped up from the hole in the ground. The ground closed in on itself and the rabbit-sized-kangaroo gave the big man a look. “Some of us have work to do.”
North let out a big laugh, spreading his arms to the side, not being careful with the items he held. “Bunnymud!”
“No, no, no!” Bunny yelled, backing up as the big man dived in for a hug.
The laughter of another took Tooth’s attention from the pair. Her smile widened as she let her hands fall to her sides. Jack and Sandy both came in, flying next to each other in a race.
“Oh!” Tooth let out, flying up after she let out a chuckle. Both Sandy and Jack flew past her before crashing into the tables. The elves stumbled from their positions and one drops the cookie from his mouth.
“Hah-hah! Whoo!” Jack let out as he flew up. Sandy dusted himself with a smile, floating to the ground after helping an elf up. He smiled at Jack as he cheered. “That’s what I’m talking about! Who won?” He looked around then back down at Sandy.
Sandy shrugged, still smiling as he had plenty fun and didn’t mind who lost or won. “Ah, Sandy! Jack! So glad you could join us.” North said, hugging Bunny and squeezing him. The bunny grunted and groaned in annoyance.
Jack let out a chuckle at that, shaking his head as he leaned to his staff. “Put me down!” Bunny yelled, moving his dangling legs. North laughed and placed him down.
An elf grabbed the plate of cookies North dropped and ran off with them, his colorful tongue out. Another grabbed the coffee mug and drank it. His eyes dialing.
Jack lifted his head, looking around the room. “Love what you’ve done with the place, North.” He said, spinning his staff in his hand. When the staff hit the ground ice would jolt off from it. It hit a few elves who were chewing the ice sculptures.
Tooth agreed, flying up and touching the decorative pieces. “Yeah, they look so nice. My fairies love them!” She said as a few fairies swoon over a mini sculpture of Jack Frost.
Jack chuckled, shaking his head. His eyes landed on the moon and he furrowed his brows. “Uh…is the moon…?” He trialed off, narrowing his eyes as the moon shifted closer to the opening at the ceiling.
“Alright!” North clapped his hands making a few fairies snap out of their trance and others flinch and drop their items. “Let’s get this party started!” He laughed, moving to the huge table.
Jack snapped out of his thoughts and smiled, turning back to the others. The festivities went on. North thought it would be a good idea for all of them to celebrate once a year. To re-group and share stories of their time. And it would be a good change in pace.
As time went on, Jack wasn’t the only one who noticed the moon shifting closer. Sandy had noticed it too. He looked around the grand table with food for all. All of them were talking among themselves, eating, enjoying themselves. And yet, Sandy couldn’t help but think something was off.
He frowned, looking back up at the ceiling. The moonlight barely shined in. A few elves and fairies noticed it too. It was…as if Manny was trying to give them time to relax before giving them work.
Sandy huffed, puffing his cheeks before grabbing a cup of juice—or whatever he drank—and took a gulp.
The night went on until it couldn’t anymore. North turned his head and looked up. The moonlight was a little too evident for no one to notice. “Man in Moon?” He raised a brow, turning to look back at the others.
“What does he want now?” Bunny groaned making Tooth nudge him. He furrowed his brows as he looked at her.
The moon finally centered and started glowing. North gasped, jumping off the chair. “Manny! Old friend.” North greeted, spreading his arms before placing his hands to his hips. “Wanna join in the festivities?”
“I don’t think he can do that, North.” Bunny said sarcastically, a paw to his cheek as he reached for his drink.
The moon didn’t speak—he never did. Then, at the top—the balcony—where a square-diamond-rhombus with each point the image of the Guardians and at the center Jack’s image started to light up.
“What?” Bunny asked, lifting his head up with wide eyes.
“Oh?” North said, blinking at the balcony. Tooth flew up, hovering over the design. Jack and Sandy gave each other looks before flying up. North started to make his way up as well.
“Wait—but-but, we don’t have room for more!” Bunny said, going after them. He didn’t stop complaining until they all reached the top.
The center—where the ‘G’ used to be, now replaced with Jack’s figure—started to glow. Outline in a soft blue. The circle parted to reveal a glowing gem attacked to a rock. Jack gasped softly, his eyes widening, “Whoa.”
“Uh, guys,” Tooth called, looking to them as she flew side to side. A few fairies behind her. “Do you know what this means?” She questioned, just like she did three years ago.
Jack didn’t let his eyes off the gem. Was this how he was chosen? How they were all chosen? How did the first ever Guardian know he was chosen? Was it North?
“He’s choosing a new guardian.” North let out with wide eyes full of wonder.
“Another guardian won’t fit there!” Bunny argued, pointing at the design as he looked at North.
Said man started laughing, a hand to his belly. “Yes! Remodeling! Love it!” He let out, smiling widely down at the gem.
“Guys, shush!” Tooth said, flying in between them with a finger to her lips. “Look!”
“Urgh!” Bunny groaned, turning to the side as he crossed his fingers. “Please not the groundhog.”
“Ooh, maybe this time it’ll be the Leprechaun?” Tooth said, looking down at Sandy who shrugged. He thought for a moment before he beamed and a star shown on top of his head.
“Ooh, the Wish Spirit. Good one!” She beamed, a bright smile on her lips.
Dust and shimmer started to form above the blue gem. They all stared as the image started to form—all different expressions. A woman, holding a bow and ready to shoot. Quiver to her hip, arrows in forms of spade. Big wings attached to her back.
“Cupid.” North said after a beat. “Huh?” He scratched his beard, looking to the side in a thoughtful expression.
“Oooh! I love her wings!” Tooth said, flying closer to the image.
Sandy smiled, clapping his hands silently.
“Whoa,” Jack let out, he blinked before letting out a chuckle. His smile widening.
“Uh…” Bunny looked confused, looking down at his paws as he counted. “Wait…” he looked back up at the image, narrowing his eyes at the tall woman. “Which one?”
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“Urgh!” The woman let out, throwing her bow to the ground before sitting on a rock. A leg folded and the other dangling. She placed her elbow on her thigh, palm to her cheek.
“Oh, come on,” another winged person called, flying after her. “You’ll get chosen next time.” He tried to cheer her up. His wings flapped as he landed.
“Look, [n/n], I know it’s not easy but it took me 467 years to get chosen.” The woman winced, her shoulder tensing. The man deadpanned but, he let a smile grace his features once he heard her laughter.
She turned her head around, “Four…hundred…sixty-seven?”
“Yeah…” he chuckled nervously, looking to the side as he rubbed his neck. “But it was worth it!” He flapped his wings, landing in front of her. The girl turned her head to him with a slight smile.
“I was chosen and look!” He gestured to himself. He wore green clothing, his arrows a spade-shaped but green. What he wore mostly were different shades of green and silver. A shown to his status—brotherly love.
The woman smiled softly at him. She was about to speak, but a rustle made her perk up. She turned her head around and was about to call out when—Lucius—held her back by her arm and pulled her to a flight.
The woman widened her eyes and looked at him. Like his love status, he held a protective glint in his eyes. One only an older brother would have for their younger sister.
She looked back down and she gasped. She reached out—her bow left on the ground.
“Come on,” he pulled her up, making her wings react and start flapping. “We have to head back to Cupids Palace.”
He started flying up to the clouds, but the girl stopped. She huffed, narrows her eyes as she watched him fly. She shook her head and flew back, diving head first before spinning in the air.
She landed on the ground gracefully. She smiled, dusting her skirt. It had small spikes by the waistband. It moved as she turned around, looking for her bow. It wasn’t where she had left it, making her frown.
A Cupid only ever got one in their lifetime.
The woman grumbled, furrowing her brows in worry. From the bushes, Jack smirked, twirling the bow in his finger. “Lost something?”
The woman perked up, turning around to glance at the bushes. She narrows her eyes as they trialed around the greenery. A deer made of ice and frost walked out. [E/c] eyes widened at the sight. Her lips tugging into a smile.
She let out a chuckle, reaching her hand out as the deer walked closer. Her eyes were filled with amazement as she let out a soft gasp. The deer pressed its muzzle to her palm.
She brought her other hand to the underside of the deer’s muzzle. She cooed at it, bottom eyelid rising.
Jack chuckled at the interaction. She perked up again and looked around until her eyes fell on his deep blue ones. He smirked at her, titling his head. He was sitting with his back to the tree on a branch. His knee up with an arm draped over it, staff in hand. His other leg dangling off the branch.
“You know…” he said, his eyes trialing up and down at her. “You’re a little tacky.”
The girl jerked her head back with a scoff, her lips tugging into an amused smile. He rose a brow, lifting his free hand up and twirling the bow in his hand.
Her eyes widened as she pressed her lips together. She narrowed her eyes, irises darting to his. “What? You dropped it.” He said mindlessly, shrugging as his irises looked up.
She opens her mouth to say something but he beat her to it, “Well, more like tossed it.” He chuckled, looking down at her with a charming smile. He flew up, landing not far from her as he looked around the open area in the forest.
“I’m Jack Frost, by the way.” He said casually, swinging his staff to his shoulder and halting in his steps. He looked at her with a smirk. “Guardian of Fun.”
She stared at him, lips parted and eyes slightly wide. He nodded at her, “You must be Cupid? At least one of them.”
“Jack…” she let out, a smile tugging at her lips as she chuckled in disbelief. “Frost?” Her bottom eyelids rose to the point she closed her eyes. Turning her face to the deer who nuzzled close to her.
He rose a brow, titling his head as his smile faltered. She turned to look at him, her wings fluttering in excitement. She opened her mouth to speak, “…[Name]…” she let out finally. She smiled softly at him. “I’m [Name].”
“[Name]?” Jack said thoughtfully, as if he had heard that name before. He hummed, narrowing his eyes. He shook his head and smirked at her. “Pleasure to meet you, [Name].”
“Pleasures all mine.” [Name] said, nodding her head at him slowly. Her irises caught the deer’s empty ones. “Is this yours?” She asked, caressing the deer’s muzzle.
Jack chuckled, throwing the bow at her which made her turn quickly and grab it, “And this is yours.”
She smiled as she looked back at him. “What’s a Guardian doing here?”
Jack chuckled nervously, looking to the ground. He cleared his throat, his fist to his lips, before looking back at her. “The Moon has chosen you to be a Guardian.”
Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia episode rant
I’m taking notes as I watch Trollhunters and I never noticed the subtle foreshadowings for the future series. Steward Electronics? And that’s just episode 2.
Anyway, don’t have anything to say except that they’re great. Also, the little things I noticed are crazy. I can’t remember them. I’m in that episode where it’s Jim’s 16 birthday, right?
He has a photo of him and his mom at her graduation? Like, I never noticed or just glanced over it because I couldn’t focus on it the first times I watched the series.
Oh, I just remembered. Nomura? I had forgotten what she looked like as human.
Draal literally confessed. I don’t know what he said because I watch/hear it in Spanish but he said he “had similar feelings to an impure.” And Jim was talking about having “to kiss Claire tomorrow.”
FYI, Claire is Mexican, right? Why is her name Claire and not Clara?
Anyway, two episodes or so ago, when Draal was fighting Nomura they seemed a little sus…I’m gonna grab the actual quote firm Draal brb. (Not the Spanish audio with the English subs)
“I once had similar stirrings for an impure”
- S1 Ep 10 “Young Atlas” Draal
That impure was Nomura no questions asked. It was Nomura. Well…yeah, it’s Nomura. Period.
Not the Grit-Shaka bro! Not his face after he placed the Grit-Shaka on! Like Buzzlight Year (Toy Story) is that you?!
No, I don’t know why Clara decided to groan and roll her eyes when Jim spoke through the speaker—sang to her!? I’d be flattered. No matter how bad it sounded. This episode is killing me.
Also how did we went from “Crispy” to “Irreal” (Unreal)?
No Bular—sorry that changed to Bulgar—he doesn’t have affection towards the human Trollhunter. It’s the mom.
I…Clara judo flipped Jim’s ass—🤣 Wait no, I didn’t notice this—I forgot this! Go Clara!
“Si un tipo quiere suiciadarse, quién soy yo para interponerse?” - NotEnrique
Icon. He’s an icon.
Where does Toby keep getting all these socks from? Dirty, disgusting socks? A whole bag in the previous one too!
Wait…Grit-Chaka, Waka Chaka (Goblings) hmm? I think I have a theory. Grit-Chaka = no fear. Goblings = attracted to fear.
But that’s just a theory. A Sofia theory.
Okay now the subtitles make no sense 🤦🏻♀️.
“Soy yo, tu arch enemigo!”
“It is I, your nemesis!”
But hey, okay. 🤷🏻♀️
“But it ends today, baby.”
“Pero se acaba esta noche, nene.” (Boy)
Oooh, he made a cut near Bular’s eye! Go Grit-Chaka Jim! Ps. All quotes above were from Jim.
He goes like “No, no, no,” like he was conscious during his time period with the Grit-Shaka. Like Jim, be for real…
“Where am I? What’s happening?” Nevermind.
Nah, cause like Bular’s sword could have literally sliced Jim in half—horizontally, vertically, diagonally—if he wanted to. But no, he decided to play with his food. Kill the guy, Bular—not that I’m team bad but like come one, he’s right there!
Like the detail of the scar left by Grit-Chaka Jim is still there. Usually stuff like this disappears by the next two panels.
How is Jim just doing homework with a smile like he wasn’t just killed that day? I would be traumatizes maybe it hasn’t sinked in yet. Let’s give it a season.
- Sofia
A/N: Disclaimer this is a Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course, you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute for Y/N and L/N. This will be a quick thing and I don't really know if I'll do a part four unless you want me to (It was not a quick thing). I'm so sorry, this is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself so it's easier to do so.
(PS This is outside the timeline, or you can view it as if it were before the movie/pretend the movie didn't exist. Everyone to their own! PS-PS I switched to the second pov! PS-PS-PS tell me if I should switch it back or make it into a 1st person pov.)
You had him. You didn't know what to do with him, but you had him. Resting in your arms in an alleyway in Arcadia Oaks. A town you did not know—like the rest of the world. You sighed, moving to the wall behind you, his head on your lap. He'll wake up, you thought, soon.
You looked around you; maybe he wasn't alone. They could come get him. He's all healed now. You exhaled, pursing your lips. You looked down at your lap to admire the man known as Douxie. You tilted your head, hand hovering over his face. Your fingers brushed over his hair; you couldn't tell if he was born with such interestingly colored hair.
A strand of indigo hair was trapped gently between your thumb and index finger. "Hmm," you puckered your lips, moving them to the side. Your gaze drifted down to his eyelids. Even if you had only seen his eye color for a split second or three, they mesmerized you. For a moment, in the darkness, you thought they were gray-green. But you could tell there were other colors mixed in.
You wouldn't know about—human—eye color. You have only seen the same person since you were twelve (12). . .hundred (100)? You couldn't remember. But you could remember everyone back at home having different eye colors. You remember your father, his eyes were a clear [Eye Color]. And your mother had crystal purple eyes that seemed to shine with patterns like a spinning painting.
Spinning painting. You lifted your head up, that's it! It has been centuries since you remembered the spinning paintings. They were these magical drawings that the creator could use to create dimensions with or even bring the drawing to life.
This was used to build your village, which, by now, should be rubble and dust. Or if the elders were smart enough, they enchanted the valley. You turned your head behind your shoulder and brought your left hand to the brick wall. Frost spread before it turned blue, designs and patterns spreading across the makeshift canvas.
You grunt before turning forward and looking down at Douxie. Your gaze drifted to the floor in front of you. You stretched your right hand out, a fluff of frost and snow piling on the ground. You grunted as you shifted Douxie to the ground, setting his head down on the makeshift pillow. Hopefully, he doesn't mind the cold as much as you don't.
You grunted as you stood up, turning around to face the frost. You smile, hands brought up in front of you. A dim white glow covered your hands, illuminating the alley. Something you could see from far.
Claire groaned, holding her stomach with her left hand. She lifted herself up, panting softly. Her hair—which had been almost taken over by white—was messy and loose from its bun. Her white streak had mostly spread along her front hair.
She sat up on her knees, looking around with half-lidded eyes. "Jim!" She called out, standing up. "Jim?" She sidestepped, looking to her right. Nothing but darkness. She looked down at her right hand, grunting as she tried to make a portal. "Urgh," she groaned in frustration, jerking her arm to the side. "I'm spent."
She looked up and started walking back to where the fight had begun. She exhaled, closing her eyes as she tried to deal with the pain; no armor could protect her from that blast. She opened her eyes, lifting her head and looking to her left. She sighed in frustration and walked to a lamppost. She grabbed her helmet that was on the ground and looked it over, holding it with both of her hands.
"Hm?" She turned her attention to where she initially stood. Not far from where she once was, a glowing white light emerged from an alley. She furrowed her brows, putting her helmet on. She started to run to where the light was coming from, thinking that maybe the witch they had fought was there.
She rounded the corner just for her to halt. Her eyes widened, seeing just a glimpse of her teacher. "Douxie!" She ran forward, turning to the brick wall just for it to stop glowing. She slapped her palms on the wall, groaning. The glow dimmed. She exhaled, her brows furrowed in concern.
She stepped back, looking over the wall. She squinted her eyes, bringing her hand up. "Frost?" She whispered, spreading her hands over the design. She shook her head and stepped back, her back hitting the other wall. She exhaled, looking at the design. It formed a picture. She could make out trees and. . .maybe a waterfall? She didn't know what that icy blue spot made out. Maybe a mountain, she didn't know.
You dragged Douxie along the dark grass. The sky was dimmed; a permanent cloudiness with the moon peeking through. You grunted, sticking your tongue to the side. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his torso, arms under his. "Come on, [Name], you got this!" You turned to look behind your shoulder, a quiet waterfall behind the two of you. You licked your lips before looking down at Douxie. "And quick, I'm starving!" You laugh, dragging Douxie towards the waterfall. As you neared, the water parted. The middle rose up while the ends moved to the side like a curtain.
You moved inside, the water falling and resuming its quiet falling. There was no river where it would fall. Just water dissipating into mist. You didn't have time to imagine a whole paradise. Not yet, at least. You set him down on a bed, grunting as it took you some time. You laid the blanket on him before you turned to walk further into the cave, a fresh meal on the stove.
You did not notice the stirring man, his eyelids snapping open, his hazel irises flickering here and there.
Tags: @rainywing1203 @mouzzina @summ3rg4l Here you go, short and sweet.
Credit towards @sweetmelodygraphics for the winter divider
Bruce; arms crossed, sitting in front of you, Damian, Tim, and Jason with a few bruises and bandages: Hn
Damian; hugging Alfred the Cat and Batcow: Shh, it’s okay. You are okay now.
Tim; glaring at you and kicks your shin:
Jason; laying back with his arms crossed, bandages and bruises on him as well: 😒
You; having your own little fight with Tim without talking and you kicked him back:
Bruce; narrowing his eyes at you four: What did we learn today?
Damian: Not to jinx yourself.
You: No confiar en qué estos idiotas te ayuden en un heist.
Jason; shrugging: Nothin’.
Tim: Just sit back and let the rest handle things.
Bruce: 😐
You: 🥰💅
Damian; whispering sweet nothingness to his beloved pets in Arabic: 😢
Tim: 😒
Jason: 🙄🖕🏼
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Context - “Tirame las aguas.”
Translation - “No confiar en qué estos idiotas te ayuden en un heist.” - “Don't trust that these idiots will help you in a heist.”
You say, turning your head behind your shoulder before looking back at your hands. Your fingers working their magic on the keypad. You never really understood why Bruce locks his cookies like this. It's not like you guys were gonna steal it.
Damian nodded and turned around, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall. Jason turned around just to snap his head back at you. “What?” He asked, shaking his head like you just gave him an insult.
“If you can't understand simple instructions on a cookie heist—”
“I understood!” Jason whispered back from the crouched position he was in. You rolled your eyes and looked over your shoulder. “It just doesn't make sense.”
You raised your bottom lip and looked him up and down. You gave him clear instructions, and he made a big deal of them. “Work faster, would ya?” Tim rushed into your ear, the headpiece he had left for you beeping as it activated.
You hissed, rubbing your ear on your shoulder. “Can it, Tim!” You whispered harshly after you lifted your head up. You brought your hand up to your ear and tried to lower the volume. “What doesn't make sense about—?”
“Pennyworth's coming,” Damian informed you in a rush, pushing himself off of the wall. He narrowed his wide eyes at the butler before turning his head to you.
You shifted in the crouched position you were in, a hand to the floor to keep yourself steady. “Distráelo,” you whispered, nodding up at him. “ya casi termino.” He nodded before walking off.
“Jason, tirame las aguas,” you said to him, lifting your head up to look at him. He furrowed his brows at you, you thought it was because you said his name in a Spanish accent. You rolled your eyes, turning to the keypad and typing in other codes that Bruce would use.
“I don't-I don't know what that means.” He stuttered, leaning forward.
“Really, dude?” The voice of Tim came through the comms. You slapped your palm on your ear and took the piece out with a hiss. A chill running down your spine. He must have added volume right after you turned it down. He was a menace.
“Not gonna lie—same!” He chuckled. Jason groaned, reaching out to the headpiece. You sat on your bum and rubbed your ear, groaning. This better be where Bruce keeps his cookies.
“Same what?” Jason questioned, lowering the volume on the earpiece.
“That you don't know what it means.” Tim said with a mouthful. It gave you an idea he was finished patrol and stopped by for a snack.
“Jason, tirame las aguas!” You rushed him. You knew Damian could not keep Alfred away forever. And Bruce could come any minute from patrol.
“I don't know what that means!” He yelled.
You tsked and pulled at the lock. “Tim, si no te apuras te voy a matar!” You whispered harshly. You grunted, hitting the lock with your palm. You wanted those cookies, you were getting those cookies!
“But, Alfred!”
You inhaled, a sharp gasp as you turned your head behind yourself. “Jason!” You whispered, narrowing your eyes. “Tirame. Las. Aguas!” You said, emphasizing your words by widening and narrowing your eyes at him.
“I don't know what the fuck that means!” He whispered, glaring at you. “Do you really want me to throw you the waters? The waters! With an 's'?”
“What?” You furrowed your brows before grunting as you sucked in your bottom lip. You turned back to the keypad, why did Bruce decide to change the location to the floor at the pantry? You didn't think anyone but Jason was allowed in the kitchen.
“Jason, presta atención a la puerta.” You said, trying to clarify.
“They do look sick! I think it's a virus. We must give them medical attention at once.”
Jason peered over his shoulder before he turned back to you. “Why?”
“Code Black!” Tim's frantic voice came through the headpiece.
“What?” You said, turning your head to look behind you.
“Bats on the way home!” He informed, and you could tell he was running.
“Do you want them to die!?”
“Did he catch you?” Jason asked, raising a brow at the headpiece.
Tim scoffed, “Of course not. He got an alarm.”
“Who has an alarm on their cookie jar?”
“Bruce, apa—aparentemente,” you said, pulling at the lock. "y nos va a matar." You say in a whine before snapping your head behind you. “Después de que te mate yo!” You whispered at Jason.
“I am going to die!”
“I don't understand what that means.” He said once again with narrowed eyes.
“Mira, mocoso, hijo del Diablo,” you start, turning to him and abandoning the lock. "como que no sabes? Si te hablo en español todos los días."
“That specific phrase has never been muttered—” he pointed a finger at you making you gasp.
“Como te atreves!” You lean forward just to smack his hand away. “Tu me respetas—me importa un pepino si sos más grande que yo, jueputa!”
“Guys!” Damian said, peering over the door. “Alfred's on his way.”
You groaned and slapped the back of Jason's head which was open to the hit once he turned his head to the little demon brat. “Ow!”
“Que te dije que me tiren las aguas!”
“Why would I throw waters at you?” He yelled, rubbing the back of his head as he turned to look at you. “Waters!”
Damian sighed, shaking his head. “Being around you has made me lose brain cells and unable to make up a great excuse. But then again all your yelling didn't help.” He looked back at the two of you, narrowing his eyes—he hadn't realized until now the two of you were working in the dark and his older brother's eyes were glowing.
He paid no mind to that; the two of you were weird anyway. "I will be heading to the Batcave. I must check on Batcow and Alfred the Cat and make sure they have not caught a sickness. I will accept any punishment from Father once he finds out about this, but I will not leave their side until further notice. Good night, and I love you—not you, Todd.”
“Adiós! Descansa! Dile a los bebés qué los quiero, te amo!” He took a step back and rushed out of the kitchen, evading Alfred. He huffed and made his way to the kitchen pantry. “'Perate!” You yelled, realizing what that meant.
You quickly grabbed the doorknob and closed the door. “Esto es tu culpa!” You say, turning your head to Jason.
“My fault?” He yelled, a hand to his chest. “This is your fault!” He pointed his finger at you because he found that you took it as an insult.
You gasped and stretched your foot out to hit him. He fell back and glared at you. Your foot only missed again. You decide to stand up and kick him, but he just grabbed your ankle and tossed it aside. “Ey!”
You fall to your knee and glare at him. A knock at the pantry door makes you two freeze. You pull at the doorknob, putting all your weight into holding the door closed. “Mrs.—”
“It's okay, Alfred, I'm just very hungry.” You say before he could say anything. “You know, you buy the best snacks—healthy yet yummy!” You chuckle, tilting your head to your shoulder.
“We've been caught, kiddo.” Jason whispers next to you. He narrowed his eyes at you as you didn't reply.
“If you are as hungry as you say why don't I make you and master Jason something.” Alfred offered, his hands behind his back.
“You can take him,” you said loudly, turning your head to him, narrowing your eyes. “all yours.”
“What?” His eyes widened.
“You can call me when dinner is ready.” You nodded your head at the door, hoping—praying he would get it.
He rolled his eyes and stood up. You let go of the doorknob quietly and pushed yourself to the wall, tucking your knees close to you. He opened the door, his eyes stopped glowing. “Hey, Alfred.”
You tapped his shin, trying to get him to keep moving—the light was killing you. He rolled his eyes and stepped out, closing the door behind him. “Are they okay?” Alfred raised a brow.
“Eh, sort of.” He shrugged. You crawled to the door and pulled down on the doorknob. Jason crossed his arms with a bored expression—he really wanted those cookies. “S'just back to her old habits.”
Alfred narrowed his eyes. There was nothing to go back to if it was always there.
“He's here, he's—” Tim froze as he saw Alfred. “—Alfred. Hey! Hi, Alfred. Hi, Alfred. Hi, Alfred.” His hands flew behind his back, smiling awkwardly at him.
Jason raised a brow, coughing in his fist. “Uh, right, where's—” a loud alarm rang through the house.
“I got it!” You yelled, kicking the pantry door. Jason yelped and jumped out of the way as Alfred simply took a few steps back. “Te dije qué podría hacerlo, hijos de—” seeing Alfred you settled with a nicer insult. “de vuestro padre hermoso.”
You cleared your throat, hugging the jar of cookies close to your chest. Your irises flickered from Alfred to Jason to Tim as you side-stepped. “Haha!” You exclaimed before running past Tim, holding the jar above your head.
“Hey!” The two guys yelled before running after you. “We were supposed to share those!” Tim yelled after you.
“You were never gonna share those, were you?” Jason yelled.
You ran as fast as you could, not letting yourself get caught. You and your little gremlin laugh were caught off by dark green eyes glaring at you. You yelped before slowing your run. “Beloved, you will share those, won't you?”
“Nope!” You say, running around him. Damian scoffed, turning around to look behind his shoulder. “Ni lo pienses, amor mío!” You laugh before screaming as Batcow mooed at you. “Tramposo!” You yelled as you fell on your bum.
Damian walked to you, Alfred the cat in arms. “You will share.” He said firmly.
“'Ta bien!” You huffed, still holding the jar in your arms. “Pero vámonos qué ya viene el suegro.” You stood up, glaring at him. “Y tu sabes cómo se pone el viejo ese. Baba-in-law nos va a matar pero yo esperó qué te mate primero mientras yo me cómo las demás galletas.”
“Put those back.” The menacing voice of Bruce said behind the two. He ignored the cow inside the manor plus the insult and focused his eyes on the cookie jar.
“Give those back you—” Tim cut himself off and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Bruce dressed in his suit standing menacingly behind the two of you.
“Move it, Replece—what the fuck?” Jason cut himself off as well. He did not flinch at the fact that his father was there. Mostly that Batcow was in the manor. He will fight his father if he has to and you know this.
You know this.
“Aguas!” You yelled, turning to face your brothers-in-law before throwing the jar of cookies. Jason was the first to respond to the call since he still wonders why the hell you are yelling out waters!
Bruce wasted no time in attacking. And Jason wasted no time in attacking back. Tim yelped, getting knocked down. He huffed, the air leaving his lungs. “Corre, hijo de puta!” You yelled before turning to run yourself.
All you knew was that it was chaos. You hid behind a wall, Alfred the cat joining you after getting knocked out of Damian's arms by Jason on accident—the man swears!—making the boy join the fight.
Tim was the only one who was not in the battle. You knew this, of course. He's tactical. Strategetic. And definitely won't share with his dear sibling-in-law. You grabbed Alfred the cat and made your way past their little cartoonish dust battle, passing Alfred who didn't look too happy about the fight.
You rounded the corner and started running, holding poor Alfred the cat in your arms like a little baby. You slowed down once you saw Tim holding the cookie jar. He was about to open it when Duke appeared from behind him with Steph. “Heeeyyy! Whatcha got there?”
You narrowed your eyes and placed little Alfred the cat down and dashed forward. “Uh, nothing?” Tim shrugged a shoulder as he closed the lid with an awkward smile. He gasped once the jar was snatched from his hands.
“Son mías!” You laughed, a little evil Stich laugh.
“Hey!”
You rounded the corner and pressed your palm to the wall. The wall parted and you dashed forward, bricks closing in and paint sealing the entrance. Tim grunted as he followed after you. “Oooh, a race?” Steph giggled and stretched her hand to her side, slapping Duke in the stomach, “Whoever finds the cookie jar first gets to eat it all!” She yelled before rushing after Tim.
Duke grunted, holding his middle. “I think the cookies will be long gone by then.”
The walls opened and you settled into the bed. The walls closed in, the paint re-sealing the secret passage. You laughed as you opened the cookie jar. You took one out and was about to take a bite when a little moo and meow was heard. You turned your head and smiled, lowering the cookie.
Still stuck in adrenaline you said, “Hola, bebés.”
“Share.” You gasped, clutching the cookie jar, wrapping your legs around it, and bringing your knees close. Damian stood at the other side of the bed. He either found a secret passage or he was that damn sneaky. You'll take the second one.
“Pero—”
“Hubi,” you pressed your lips into a thin line. You sighed and relaxed your legs and arms. You placed the cookie jar next to you as he climbed on. You turned to the two animals and gestured them over. They slowly made their way to you as you took a bite of the cookie.
“We should do this more often.” You say, petting Batcow as Alfred the cat jumps on Damian's bed.
“Agreed, habibti.” He smirked, he had definitely struck a few blows on his family. You shrugged, looking at the half biten cookie in your hands.
“I wonder if he has a tracker inside the cookies.”
“That's too extreme even for him.” He says, petting Alfred the cat who snuggled on his lap. He looks at you and rests his head on your shoulder.
“Eh, las cosas qué uno hace por la comida.” You said before biting the rest of your cookie. Damian smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist, caressing the extra fat there.
He lifted his head and you turned to look at him, grabbing another cookie from the jar. “True, you did marry me back at Nanda Parbat after my mother held a dinner for us.”
You scoffed, turning your head the other way. “That is absurd. Yo nunca me casé contigo solo por la comida.”
“Then why are you speaking Spanish, amada?” He teased, leaning in and kissing your cheek with a cheeky smile. You turned your head to him, licking your lips.
You pouted, “Porque yo puedo?”
“That sounded like a question.” He chuckled, kissing just beneath your eye. You smiled, scrunching your nose. “Go on, let's finish these before they come banging on our door.” He lightly squeezed the fat on your side and leaned to kiss the corner of your lips.
“They wouldn't dare.” You say, nuzzling your head against his. He chuckled, leaning against you.
You gasped as you felt the cookie in your hand disappear. “Batcow!” You snap your head to your right and gape at the cow eating your cookie. “No, eso puede ser malo para a tí, corazón!”
Damian panicked as well, getting out of the bed. “Drop it!" He told his pet, his eyes narrowing as he held the cow's muzzle.
“Give us the cookies!” Steph yelled as she slammed the door open.
“Not now!” Damian yelled back.
“Call Alfred, our babies are dying!” You yelled as you held Alfred the cat from biting the cookies that slipped out of the knocked-over cookie jar.
Damian groaned, glaring at you. Steph stepped back and dashed off, “Alfred!”
“You jinxed it, Damian!” You yell, kicking the jar off of the bed as you held Alfred the cat high above your head.
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Translations;
"Tirame las aguas." - "Throw me the waters." - Old Mexican slang for watching/looking out.
"Distráelo," - "Distract him,"
"ya casi termino." - "I'm almost done."
"Jason, tirame las aguas," - "Jason, throw me the waters." - Basically saying for him to keep an eye out.
"...si no te apuras te voy a matar!" - "..if you don't hurry I will kill you!"
"Tirame. Las. Aguas!" - "Throw me. The. Waters!"
"...presta atención a la puerta." - '...pay attention to the door."
"...apa—aparentemente," - "...ap-apparently,"
"y nos va a matar." - "and he's going to kill us."
"Después de que te mate yo!" - "After I kill you!"
"Mira, mocoso, hijo del Diablo," - "Look, you brat, son of the Devil," - It sounds better in Spanish, trust.
"como que no sabes? Si te hablo en español todos los días." - "What do you mean you don't know? If I speak to you in Spanish every day."
"Como te atreves!" - "How dare you!" - Pointing at someone is considered rude in some places.
"Tu me respetas—me importa un pepino si sos más grande que yo, jueputa!" - "You respect me—I don't give a damn if you're bigger than me, motherfucker! - Fits Jason, I guess.
"Que te dije que me tiren las aguas!" - "I told you to throw waters at me!" - "I told you to keep an eye out for me!"
"Adiós! Descansa! Dile a los bebés qué los quiero, te amo!" - "Goodbye! Rest! Tell the babies that I love them, I love you!"
"'Perate!" - "Stop!" - Full word for stop is "Esperate"
"Esto es tu culpa!" - "This is your fault!"
"Te dije qué podría hacerlo, hijos de—" - "I told you I could do it, sons of—"
"de vuestro padre hermoso." - "of your beautiful father."
"Ni lo pienses, amor mío!" - "Don't even think about it, my love!"
"Tramposo!" - "Cheater!"
"'Ta bien!" - "Fine!"/"Okay!"
"Pero vámonos qué ya viene el suegro." - "But let's go, that father-in-law is coming."
"Y tu sabes cómo se pone el viejo ese. Baba-in-law nos va a matar pero yo esperó qué te mate primero mientras yo me cómo las demás galletas." - "And you know how that old man gets. Baba-in-law is going to kill us but I'm hoping that he kills you first while I eat the rest of the cookies." - "Baba" = "Father" in Arabic.
"Aguas!" - "Waters!" - "Watch out!"
"Corre, hijo de puta!" - "Run, son of a bitch!"
"Son mías!" - "They're mine!"
"Hola, bebés." - "Hi, babies."
"Pero—" - "But—"
"Hubi," - "My love," in Arabic gender-neutral version, I think.
"...habibti," - "My love," Female version in Arabic, 100% know. Gotta add the 't'!
"Eh, las cosas qué uno hace por la comida." - "Eh, the things one does for food."
"Yo nunca me casé contigo solo por la comida." - "I never married you just for the food."
"...amada." - "Beloved." - Female version - "Amado" for male
"Porque yo puedo?" - "Because I can?"
"No, eso puede ser malo para a tí, corazón!" - "No, that can be bad for you, sweetheart!"
Tell me if I missed any.
wizards really said "this old fuck that you HATED during trollhunters? yeah he berates douxie constantly and insults his music (to the point where when he asks about an awful noise while douxie is playing his music he immediately figures he's talking about his song) and tanks his self-esteem and probably had no small part in contributing to douxie's lack of regard for his own safety and well-being in the face of the people around him being endangered (which leads to his constant self-sacrifice) but also. douxie is the one person he is never willing to sacrifice for the sake of the greater good and fighting to save douxie is what gets him killed and he spends his final breath finally telling douxie he's proud of him" and we just had to deal with that
Okay, so I can't hold my tongue and I need to tell this to somebody who will understand. *👀 Eyes my little sister who I dragged into listening to Epic.*
So! We all know in Not Sorry For Loving You Calypso is like "I'm not sorry for loving you." Right?
Well, at first I was like, "Baby, no. He's married. Take the hint! He's loyal." *Cue Hera crying in happy tears and glaring at her husband.*
But then, as I re-listen to the whole musical plus finished reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth, I realized...what if Calypso said it because she knew that if she had never fallen in love with him [Ody] he would have never gotten home?
I don't know. Maybe that's just me trying to be sympathetic to her. At least this version of her.
I want to know what you guys think?
(like part three)
600 Strikes
“With everything you’ve done…how will you sleep at night?”
“Next to my wife.”
Suffering
“Don’t you miss me?”
“More than you know.”
“So jump in the water and kiss me.”
Get in the Water
“There you are, coward.”
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So…Ody made Poseidon cheese and then in one last attempt to kill Ody, this mf decided to use the sirens to drown Ody!
The shuffle may be shuffling. 🤔
Disclaimer! This was inspired by a post by @amazingmsme
Telemachus ran to the beach, birds flying away. Odysseus caught up, stopping with a smile. He had longed to do this with his son. The former jumped in the water, and the water stilled. Telemachus splashed the water up, making it rain.
He laughed and raised his hands to feel the drops on his palms. Odysseus chuckled and made his way to the beach's edge. His sandled feet didn't get wet as he stepped into the sea.
"Oh!" Telemachus laughed after he landed on his bottom in the water. Water splashed forward before it evaded Odysseus. The king raised a brow. His son tilted his head and his eyes drifted down. He chuckled. "I think Poseidon is afraid of you, father." He gestured to the king's feet, splashing water with his four fingers and watching as the water just fell so suddenly.
Father...
Odysseus didn't have time to process that word. He had wanted to hear from his son for so long. What was his son's first word? Was it 'Dad'?
Odysseus looked down, lifting his sandled feet. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. The water was parted under him, not touching him at all. "He doesn't have to be." He said without missing a beat and lowering his feet. The water paring once more. "I'm home now."
Telemachus stopped playing with the water like a little kid. What? Leave him alone, he couldn't be a regular kid before! The 20-year-old looked up at his father with his mouth open. "What?" With a smirk, Odysseus turned to the horizon. He cupped his mouth with his hands and yelled, "I promise I won't stab you again!"
What? He can't brag to his son that he defeated a god? Come on, he's neither man nor mythical. He's Odysseus of Ithaca. "Wait!" Telemachus stands up with a big smile. "You did what?"
Odysseus turned to Telemachus with a shrug. The son chuckled before the sea rose behind him and parted a small door so the water wouldn't harm Telemachus. The huge wave slammed Odysseus to the ground making him land on his bottom.
Odysseus wiped the water from his face as Telemachus laughed. He ran to his father, the water around him stilling before continuing its soft current as soon as he was gone.
"When did you get the chance to stab Poseidon?" Telemachus exclaimed, landing next to his father.
"Ah, I haven't told you what happened after the cave, did I?" He muttered with a smile as he accommodated himself on the sand, now all soaked from head to toe. "So, it happened right after I didn't kill the Cyclops."
"Which was such a shame, really." The voice of Penelope said as she finally caught up with the two men. She sat next to Odysseus, fixing the skirt of her dress.
Telemachus smiled at his mother. Odysseus chuckled, wrapping his arm around his wife who leaned her head to his shoulder as she watched the sunset, a hand placed to her husband's chest. "Right," he nodded, turning his head to Telemachus. "We were on the ship and sailing to go home,"
Telemachus nodded, listening as if he was in kindergarten on reading time - which is not a thing in their time I don't believe. "I awakened to a huge storm. It blocked our path home and we encountered the floating island of the wind god - who turned out to be a woman. So, I told the crew to grab their harpoons and shoot for the skies!" "Wait, what?"
"Hey, that's what Eurylochus said!" He pointed to his son with a wide smile.
(Please someone make an animation/animatic of this!)
Tags: @fluffynicoo
A/N: Disclaimer this is a Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute to Y/N and L/N. This will be a quick thing and I don't really know if I'll do a part three, unless you want me to (It was not a quick thing). Im so sorry, this is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself so it's easier to do so.
(PS This is outside the timeline or you can view it as if this were before the movie/pretend the movie didn't exist. Everyone to their own! PS-PS I switched to 2nd pov!)
All you knew was that you were running. Running as far away from them. They tried to sell you as if you were an object. Tears streamed down your face. You made a swift turn into an alleyway. It was dark. 'Perfect!' you thought as you sat on the corner of the wall.
You waited patiently until they gave up on that area. You wrapped your arms around your knees and brought them to your chest. You heard them shout at each other. It was awful.
"Where is she!?"
"She's close, boss."
"Find her!"
Your breathing was fast, your heart beating rapidly. You tried to contain your sobs, you really did. How could they treat you like that? You heard their voices getting quieter and quieter by the second. You breathed out with your eyes closed as their voices disappeared completely.
You finally gave in, and you sobbed, crying your little heart out. You opened your eyes, your grip on your legs tightened, and you sniffed. Your cries were so quiet, you had learned to control how loud they were, but never when.
You closed your eyes and buried your face in your knees, crying still. It felt like an eternity, but even then, you would still be alive. Your shoulder rose and fell as you sobbed. But what you didn't know is that you weren't the only one having a bad time.
"Douxie!" Claire called as she saw her teacher having trouble with a witch. Claire yelled as the witch's clone hit her side. She blasted the clone, and they fell back. "Don't worry about me! I'm fine!" Douxie yelled back as he blasted another clone.
Jim and the others were doing just fine with the clones, but as soon as Douxie defeated one clone and turned around, the original attacked him. He yelled as his back hit the side of a building. "Douxie!" Archie yelled. He fired at a clone before flying to his wizard familiar.
Archie rubbed his head on Douxie's cheek, and Douxie responded with a chuckle. "I'm fine." He smiled as he sat up while holding his abdomen. "Does not seem like it." Archie deadpanned. "Don't worry, I'll live." Douxie looked up with an eye closed; he had been punched just mere hours ago.
The witch crackled and bent back, her hands were up in the air as she summoned her clones. Jim, who had been striking a clone, hit a tree as the clone turned into a white particle. He observed the glowing particle, and his eye trailed to his beloved.
Claire blasted a clone with her shadow magic, but ended up almost hitting Toby. "Hey!" He said as his hammer slammed on the floor near a clone. "Sorry!" Claire said. Her eyes widened a little as the clone turned into a white, glowing particle. She stepped back as the particle dashed away.
That same thing happened with the others. Blinky, Arrgh, and Toby. Douxie's eyes widened as well as Archie's. The witch smiled, floating in the air. "Fools! When will you ever understand? Morgana's will will never be forgotten!" She crackled before disappearing into a white particle.
The particle vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Her laughter rang through the empty streets of Arcadia as a white wave of magic burst, sending the group of heroes flying in every direction.
Douxie opened his eyes. His head moved to the side, his ears rang, and everything hurt. He slowly sat up. Grunting at the effort. He exhaled before looking around. In a dark alley, he had ended.
How did he? No clue. He stood up, holding the stone wall for support. He sighed as he looked down at the ground. Then he heard it.
A soft sniffle not far. He looked up and started to walk further.
You wiped your nose after you sniffed. Now, where were you going to go? You should have waited to be sold. Learned the town like you knew the moon and bounce.
But you didn't. You went before you could even learn the way there. How could you have been so foolish? It was freedom, you quickly told yourself. Sweet...freedom.
It didn't feel like it...did it? You were now the number one wanted person in the world. Your picture plastered on the streets of this and many other towns. You didn't want to believe it. Did you? You knew it was too late. They would send everyone after you.
How much do you cost? Ah, right. 50 million.
"Hey," the new voice made you gasp. You quickly turned to the raspy, male voice, your palms to the concrete floor at your sides as you readied to scramble away. "are you okay?"
You breathed heavily but calmed after a few seconds. He didn't seem like he could do harm. In fact, he looked like he was harmed. He was kneeling down next to you. "I'm Douxie," he tilted his head, his hand still holding his abdomen.
"You seem to be in danger." You two stared at each other with a gleam in your eyes. You tilted your head as well. You hadn't seen many people before. Especially not this close. Douxie stared at you, his hazel eyes focusing on the frost on your [skin color] skin.
The frost melted off you as you calmed. "I-" Before you could say a word, he grunted, falling to his side. You gasped and knelt beside him. You should run! All your instincts yelled at you. You placed a hand on his arm and lightly shook him.
His hazel eyes narrowed in pain before they closed. He stilled, and you moved him to his back. You hesitated, your fingers hitting your palms and lifting. You didn't want to invade but...
You grabbed his hand off his abdomen. "Ohw," blood covered his dark gray shirt and black jacket. You pressed your hands to his abdomen...frost surrounded you and him. White and blue light coming from your hands and swirling like a sun around you two.
Frost covered his abdomen, and his eyes fluttered open...
"Douxie?"
Tags: @rainywing1203 @mouzzina @summ3rg4l Thanks for commenting/being so patient with this one. PS Yes the lilo & stitch reference. I didn't know what other thing to call our little snow experiment.
Credit towards @sweetmelodygraphics for the winter divider
Douxie: Who's the impostor? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
Y/n: I am, I'm the impostor-
Douxie: No. No, you're not. Steve?
Steve: Don't look at me! Look at Eli.
Eli: What! I'm not the impostor!
Steve: Huh, that's wierd, how did you even know there was an impostor?
Eli: Because we're playing 'among us' and that's the point of the game!
Steve: Sus.
Eli: No, i'm not!
Krel: If it matters, probably not, but Toby was the last one by the dead person-
Toby: Liar! I haven't seen him the whole round!
Krel: Oh really? So what were you doing in electrical?
Toby: I was fixing the lights so we can see everybody knows that, Krel!
Y/n: Alright, let's not fight, i'm the impostor so just vote me out-
Douxie: No. Who is it?
Krel, whispers: Claire's been awful quiet.
Claire: REALLY?
Krel: Yes, really!
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Douxie: I'm the impostor. Jim was the closest one at the time so I killed him. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Y/n: You're ruining there friendships!
Douxie: They'll be fine.
Y/n: Now that I'm thinking about it...we should have double killed.
Douxie: What do you mean?
Y/n: Claire was only quite because she knew.
Y/n, whisper: Should I kill Toby while he's distracted?
