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A Choice in Our Favour (KotLC Secret Santa 2024)

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You can do this. Keefe used the words as a clutch. He relied on them. He felt himself lean on them; he felt them supporting him. He revelled in the comforting fake warmth that it produced. It wasn’t a truth; it was an action. It had to happen. It had to. 

What choice did he have, if not this? That’s what his life was like. Wasn’t it cruel, to dangle two choices then point a gun at your head if you chose the right one? But that’s what Keefe’s life was all about. The stakes were always too high, and the outcomes were hardly ever in his favour. 

He stood behind a particularly wide oak. The park was a perfect spot to hide. It easy to keep his sharp eyes on the museum entrance. It was harder to vision these things at night, but he strained his eyes to gaze over at Dave, who was prowling the premises. 

Keefe didn’t dare allow himself the luxury of a sigh. His breathing was light and shallow. He stared longingly at the entrance, the seconds ticking by as he waited for Dave to start his rounds around the back. 

This is wrong. A voice said in Keefe’s head. He tried not to listen to it, but it was it was impossible. It was his own voice, except it wasn’t tinged with a sneer or sarcasm. It had a hint of concern behind the statement. It wafted in the air in front of it, thickening it. 

I don’t have a choice. Keefe thought, as if it would make a difference. I don’t have the privilege of a choice. I never did. Inner-Keefe seemed to be satisfied with that answer, but something inside him twisted, as if the guilt was making him sick. 

He’d learnt about morality very young. Even when people didn’t speak, their values glistened through their actions. And along with that, Keefe could feel every glance of disappointment and disdain.  

He was always able to feel emotions. Since he was born. It took a few years to realise it wasn’t normal. And it took a few more to realise that he had to shut up about it. No one was going to believe him. The leaders at the orphanage didn’t when he began screaming about it. Everything was too loud. The lights, the sounds, the emotions that people felt. They all yelled at him to do something about it, but he couldn’t. He never could. The choice was never his.  

He'd always been a problem. Always making someone’s life difficult. No one likes difficult, and it showed. He was difficult when he was dumped outside the fire station on a cold, rainy afternoon. He was difficult when he began shrieking about how he could feel emotions. He was difficult when he ran away from that when he was twelve. Keefe had learnt the lesson when he was five. Being difficult is being unlikable. And being unlikable was Keefe’s trademark. 

And he was still the same at fourteen, only this time, it wasn’t his roommates and leaders from the orphanage that he bothered. It was the police. 

No one liked a scruffy teenager who managed to get away from police every single time. No one liked an adamant boy who insisted on sleeping in alleyways instead of the orphanage. No one liked an unchecked box. Another task to finish. Itching, itching, itching away. And that’s what Keefe was. An annoying part of a statistic. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, he would put an end to all of that. His plan was perfect; it had to be. And even if it wasn’t, it had to deliver. He had to deliver. 

Dave whistled as he turned the corner, conducting his duty to the back. Keefe mentally pumped his fists and sprinted to the entrance. The general noises of the night masked his footsteps. The chirping of nighttime birds in the trees, the rustling leaves through the chilly autumn breeze, the pitter patter of rain that had suddenly hit him. Keefe cursed under his breath, speeding his sprint to maybe miss the shower, but it was no use. By the time he slipped inside the double doors, he was completely soaked. 

The museum was a different world. It was dark, darker than the night. Dust particles floated in the air, only seen in the glints of the moonlight that spilled in from the high windows. It was as if they were frozen in time; Keefe’s crystalising breath was the only thing that moved them.  

But he hadn’t the time to focus on it. He had his plan, and admiring his surroundings would ruin it. It wasn’t a simple plan, by any means. Breaking into a museum was no simple feat, by any means. But it was a necessary plan. He could put it into one sentence: steal the Calyx and sell it. 

Everyone had been talking about the shiny new jewel that was finally being put on display. In Melbourne, of all places. It was all over the news, and apparently, it had banded a lot of nerds together. 

Well, Keefe was among that group of nerds. But not because he was fascinated by the rich history of jewels and gemstones. No, he was here to take it.  

A flash of light in the corner of his eye. Keefe turned around, holding up the two rocks in his hands. But there was nothing. He was alone. He took a shaky breath before heading for the stairs. 

Right at the base of the staircase, he heard footsteps. They were so gentle; so soft that he wouldn’t have heard them if the silence was enveloping the museum. He turned around slowly, and the sight in front of him nearly made him drop his stones. 

It was a boy, around his age no less. And he was beautiful. Prim and proper in his freshly ironed clothes, which seemed tailored to fit him perfectly, he looked like some sort of prince. All he was missing was a crown. Instead, his head neatly combed brown hair, which seemed to reveal a billion brilliant shades under the moonlight. But what Keefe caught sight of first were his eyes. They were an impeccable, inexplicable teal, much the jewel he was going to steal. 

“You’re not supposed to exist,” he said. He was most definitely not Aussie. His accent was crisp, kind of like an English accent, but more pretentious. Keefe scoffed. 

“Tell me something I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know why.” 

“Then tell me.” Keefe challenged. The boy’s expression changed for a microsecond. As if a smile appeared by magic and disappeared just as divinely. 

“I’m not fully sure either.” 

Keefe rolled his eyes. “Dude, you are completely cramping my style.” 

The boy scoffed. “You are not what I expected.” 

“So, you know that I exist but have no idea why?” Keefe shook his head. “Who even are you?” 

“I’m Fitz,” he said, offering his hand to shake. Keefe didn’t take it. He dropped his hands, and a momentary expression of dejectedness clouded his features. But it vanished just as quickly. He was used to masking emotions, Keefe clocked. 

“No, I meant,” Keefe sighed, running his hands through his sopping hair. “Who are you to me?” 

“We’ll find out.” Fitz said, and he smirked so well, it was as if he’d copied Keefe’s signature smirk and pasted it on him. Only, it looked a million times better on Fitz, and Keefe was not too happy about that. 

“Who’s there?” A voice boomed from behind them, and Keefe saw that it was Dave, a few feet behind Fitz and absolutely livid. His usually pale face was bright red, and he was glaring menacingly at the pair. 

“Run!” Fitz yelled, grabbing Keefe’s arm. Keefe sprinted alongside Fitz, managing to keep ahead of him by lengthening his strides. 

But Fitz turned abruptly, ducking into a broom closet. Keefe had the urge to run to the back exit and hopefully lose Dave, but something in him told him to trust Fitz, that he was going to change things for the better. Usually, Keefe wouldn’t dare listen to such a silly thought. He had them all the time. But his previous thoughts didn’t involve Fitz. So, he jumped into the broom closet and shut it ever so quietly. 

It was dingy, dirty, dusty, and cramped. Keefe’s nose flared as the dust tickled it. He held his breath to hold the sneeze. He used it to distract him from the other very awkward situation at hand: Fitz and him, chest to chest in a very tight closet. Keefe tried not to let his mind wander, but it sprinted to some very specific scenarios, and none of them were straight. 

Fitz breathed hard. “You’re fast.” 

“Perks of being not five feet,” Keefe grinned, looking down at Fitz. 

“I’m five foot and four inches, thank you very much.” Fitz said, smiling a little. “I think. I suppose that is the American human measurement system. Aren’t we in Australia?” 

“Woah, hold on. What do you mean by ‘American human measurement system’?” Keefe said. “And how could you possibly get confused by what country you’re in?” 

“Oh, I remember this,” Fitz muttered. “I’ll explain everything. For now, just hold my hand.” 

This just keeps getting better and better. 

Keefe turned absolutely red at the thought of holding Fitz’s hand in a dark, small closet, but Fitz seemed perfectly fine, so he clutched his hand as nonchalantly as possible. He let go immediately. 

“Oh my god,” Keefe gasped. “Your emotions. I couldn’t feel them before. Now I can.” 

Fitz sighed. “I told you; I’ll explain everything. Just try to trust me, okay?” 

All of the flags in Keefe’s brain turned bright red. But he gritted his teeth and said, “Okay.” 

“Okay, I need you to concentrate,” Fitz said, pausing. “Concentrate on what you feel, your body… concentrate on holding my hand.” 

Keefe tried not to read into that very unintentional, telling pause. But he still listened to Fitz. He shut his eyes and thought. He was nervous, a little excited, and there was something else there. Something that made his heart race at the thought of being near this boy. Something that made his stomach twist in very strange ways. He’d felt it before with a few other people. He’d ended up kissing them. Keefe did not want to read into that. 

There was something else that kept eating at him. Fitz’s feelings. He wished he could say that they were completely neutral and not-at-all elevated. But that would be a lie. Keefe could feel Fitz’s feelings, and they all swirled in his chest. Some were easy to recognise: fear, doubt. There were ones that he didn’t expect: nostalgia, joy. And there was that elevated something that seemed to say an awful lot. 

Woah. Keefe’s entire body fell apart. It was non-existent. Somewhere between liquid and gas. Keefe would’ve screamed, had his mouth not been broken away. But it was oh-so inviting. Warm and soft and comforting, and Keefe had to remind himself constantly to hold himself together. In a flash, the feeling disappeared and replacing it was a chill breeze. 

“What just happened?” Keefe said. He didn’t feel the need to whisper. He was in a wide, open field with the cleanest air and greenest grass and the clearest sky. He fell onto his back, feeling every muscle untense. “We were just in the museum, in the night. Now we’re… somewhere I guess, in broad daylight.” 

“We just light leaped.” Fitz said. “Rode on a beam of light all the way here.” 

Keefe’s face scrunched up. “Sure. Why not.” 

Fitz laughed, and Keefe smiled at the sound of it. It was deep and melodious and suited him perfectly. “You are so different from Sophie.” 

“Oh yeah, Sophie. We catch up every Tuesday afternoon. Yup.” Keefe smirked at Fitz. He smirked right back. 

“Sophie Foster. Blonde. Two years younger than you. Brown eyes. Pulls out eyelashes. Feisty.” Fitz said, listing her traits. 

“Huh. I think I kissed a girl like that once. Minus the ‘two years younger than me’ bit.” Keefe said. “She really liked to kiss.” 

“Okay then,” Fitz grinned. “Enough about kissing. More about why you’re here.” 

“I don’t know,” Keefe smirked. “Kissing sounds fun. You ever kissed someone?” 

Fitz shook his head. 

“We ought to try it out some time,” Keefe grinned. Fitz turned away, completely red in the face. He giggled a bit. Oh, Keefe was going to enjoy this. 

“What about you have an existential crisis first?” Fitz said, composing himself. “I’ll give you the short version: You’re an elf. No, not the ones who wrap Christmas presents. No, I’m not joking, think of the light leaping. Yes, we get pointy ears. Only when we reach around a thousand years old. Yes, we live infinitely. No, we are not immortal. We can still die.” 

Keefe blinked. “Okay then.” 

Fitz turned to Keefe incredulously. “Okay? That’s it?” 

“Yeah,” Keefe said. “We did ride on a beam of light. How else would we end up here?” Keefe looked at the endless field. 

“You aren’t sad? Angry?” Fitz said, and he spoke so carefully, as if the words could elicit the emotion. Keefe shook his head. 

“Not really,” he said, staring the blades of grass. “Still have no idea who Sophie is, though.” 

“I told you she’s-” 

“Yeah, blonde hair, eyelashes, feisty, I know,” Keefe looked at Fitz. “I mean, who is she to you?” 

Fitz smiled. “She’s an elf who was also raised by humans. She’s super special. The whole exception-to-the-rules kind of thing. I brought her from the Forbidden Cities – the human world – to here.” 

Keefe blinked. “So, what, do elves have a cluster of them hiding among humans?” He’d meant it as a joke, but Fitz’s smile dropped. 

“Uh, no,” Fitz said, as if he was tiptoeing around an answer. “That’s the thing. Sophie was supposed to be the only elf. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone else.” 

Fitz took a deep breath. “A few months before I rescued Sophie, I managed to catch a clue in my dad’s articles – he’s the one who organised the whole find-Sophie thing. I’ve been doing it for years. Anyways, I found a clue that made me think that maybe there was someone else out there. I showed it to him, but he didn’t think anything of it. And then when we found Sophie, it was meant to be over. The search was meant to be done. But I had an inkling, and it wouldn’t go away. So… I’ve been sneaking out and leaping to the Forbidden Cities when I’m free. The Council, who are basically our leaders, just assume I’m tying up more loose ends in the Forbidden Cities, and my dad doesn’t even know I go. I wasn’t supposed to talk to you. I never planned to talk to you, let alone leap you here. But I guess the situation called for it,” Fitz exhaled. “Same thing happened with Sophie. I wasn’t meant to talk to her. But I did. And I brought her here.” 

“So wait, I’m like… Sophie two-point-oh?” Keefe blinked. Fitz shook his head. 

“More like…” he paused. “Sophie’s an elf who was genetically engineered to save the world and stop these bad guys. She was made in a lab by these people called the Black Swan. And if all the clues lead up to Sophie being the Moonlark… I think it’s more like Sophie is you two-point-oh.” 

“A Keefe two-point-oh,” Keefe said, his heart plunging. “So what, I’m some sort of failed experiment?” 

Fitz put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “A rushed experiment. They thought they got things wrong – they didn’t – and they abandoned you to work on Sophie.” Fitz cringed. “I’m wording this awfully. But this is speculation. But it’s very in character for the Black Swan. 

Keefe didn’t want to believe Fitz. The idea of being a failed experiment was too cruel. But it seemed all too true. It would be consistent, wouldn’t it? Even in a different world he was an anomaly. He wrapped his hands around his knees, feeling his heart thundering all the clearer. 

“And about the whole feeling emotions thing,” Fitz said. “It means you’re an empath. One of our special abilities.” Fitz smiled radiantly. “It’s a really cool one.” 

“It’s not cool when you’re a toddler and screaming your lungs out because you can feel everyone’s emotions.” Keefe muttered. “I sounded like a lunatic.” 

“Toddler?” Fitz shrieked. “How long have you been feeling people?” 

“Since I was born.”  

Fitz had this look in his eyes. Half terror, half amazement. Keefe wanted to reach into his brain and understand all the thoughts that was going on in his head. Fitz shook his head. “Huh. Elves generally manifest their abilities when their teenagers. Sophie manifested hers when she was five. You? You are certainly something.” 

“Does that mean you have an ability? Do all elves have one?” Keefe asked.  

“Yes, then no.” Fitz said, looking at the sky. “I’m a telepath. I can read minds. There’s a whole bunch of rules of when and when not to read minds, so don’t worry about me peaking in.” Fitz chuckled. “And no, not everyone gets one. People who don’t are called the talentless. They work in a city called Mysterium, which is better suited to their skills.” 

Fitz said the last words like he was parroting them. Keefe whistled. “And I thought prejudices were bad in the human world.” 

Fitz sighed. “They absolutely are. It’s just about different things here.” Fitz paused. “I used to hate talking about this stuff. About the bad parts of the Lost Cities, because I tend to benefit most from the system.” He looked down guiltily. “I’m part of the Vacker family, and we’re kind of a big deal here. It used to be awkward when someone would bring up the injustices because it made me feel guilty for the system. But then I started searching for Sophie and looked at the Forbidden Cities and realised, we should absolutely talk about these things. And if it’s making us uncomfortable, then good, that’s the point.” He stopped talking to turn to Keefe and apologise. 

Keefe’s eyes went wide. “Dude, that is an insane level of self-reflection.” 

“I had the time,” Fitz shrugged, but Keefe could see him go a little red, as if he was pleased by Keefe’s assessment. A warmth entered Keefe again. The kind of warmth that made him want to make Fitz happy. Keefe was trying very hard not to read into that, and he was failing. Miserably. 

“So… what now?” Keefe asked. “For me, I mean. I doubt I’d hop back and forth between the human world and the elf world. Though, how freaking awesome would that be? I’d be like a superhero with an insanely pretty face.” 

Fitz rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to dispute you on the face. But I guess the next step would be to tell my father about you, and he’d probably put you with some foster parents and you’d be an elf.” The words were comforting, but Fitz’s shaking tone was not. 

“Waiting for the inevitable but,” Keefe said after a beat of silence. 

“But… Well, I’m just going off what Sophie’s going through. She isn’t very happy.” Fitz sighed. “Everyone treats her like an outcast. And there’s a whole lot of drama with her foster parents.” 

“Yeah… no.” Keefe shook his head. “I don’t want that kind of life.” 

Fitz stared at Keefe. “You hardly have a choice.” 

“Don’t I?” Keefe said. “I could go back to the human world.” 

“You want to go back to the Forbidden Cities?” Fitz asked incredulously. “You were living on the streets! About to steal a jewel! Don’t you want to trade that?” 

“The way I see it, it’s either be an outcast in a world I know, or a world I don’t know.” Keefe sighed. He grabbed Fitz’s hand to make him pay proper attention. “I’m used to the streets. But I don’t want to have my whole life uprooted, just because I’m an elf.” He shook his head. “How silly is that? Being an elf is, like, the smallest part of my life. I’m also Keefe Sencen, mischief maker, prankster extraordinaire, and Lord Hunkyhair – when I’m not completely soaked.” Keefe muttered, running his heads through his hair.  

Fitz stared at Keefe blankly. “Okay.” 

It was Keefe’s turn to be shocked. “Okay? I just told you about abandoning my species and your response is okay?”  

Fitz shrugged. “You’re kind of right. Beats me why Sophie didn’t see it that way.” Fitz’s squeezed Keefe’s hand, and it sent a fresh wave of warmth coursing through his veins. “But… well, I just feel kind of awful, because I got to meet you and now, I have to say goodbye. You’re pretty awesome, Keefe. Even with the kissing jokes.” 

“Who said they were jokes?” Keefe said, and it was a lot more sincere than he expected. Fitz blushed. 

“The point is… I’m going to miss you.” Fitz said, letting go of Keefe’s hand. The warmth left Keefe in an instant. An idea crept into Keefe’s head, and before he could think about it, he spoke. 

“Come with me,” he said, standing up. He extended his hand to Fitz, who was bathed oh-so beautifully in the setting sun. 

“How could I?” Fitz asked. “The elves don’t even know you exist. But I’m a Vacker! They’ll freak out if I’m gone.” 

Keefe shook his head. “Of course they will. But you shouldn’t be tethered by them. If you don’t want to come, that’s fine; just take me to the place you found me. But if you do and you’re saying no because of other people… you’re doing yourself a disservice.” 

Fitz paused for a haunting moment. He was serene when he thought; even the wind didn’t make as much noise as he considered his answer. 

“I’m coming with you,” Fitz said, standing up to take Keefe’s hand. “I’ll have to arrange some things first, but I’m coming.” 

Keefe smiled. “Perfect.” He pumped his fist. “Kissing jokes here we-” 

Fitz grabbed Keefe’s face with both of his hands. He stared at Keefe with such intensity Keefe thought his eyes were going to pop out of his face. But he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Keefe’s lips. To Keefe’s own shock (and extreme delight) he found himself kissing Fitz back, with his hands resting in Fitz’s hair. A million words rushed to Keefe’s mind as the blood rushed to his head. Surprising, gentle, comforting, but one stuck out: electrifying. 

They pulled apart after a second, as red as beetroots. 

“-come.” Keefe said, involuntarily finishing his last sentence. Fitz cracked a smile. 

“Much better than a joke,” Fitz said. “We should do that again. And again. And more often, if that’s okay with you.” 

“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” Keefe smirked. “’Because you have an extremely round-about way of doing it.” 

Fitz buried his face in his hands. “Yes! That’s exactly what I’m asking. And cut me some slack, okay? The Lost Cities don’t even have queer couples. I learnt what being queer was at a human pride parade two years ago.” 

Keefe grinned. “You are such a dork.” Keefe took Fitz’s hand. “I’d love to be your boyfriend. But let’s discuss specifics when we aren’t planning to run away, yeah?” 

“Sounds good to me.” Fitz said, smiling softly. His smile dropped. “I should probably head home.” 

“I guess that means back to Melbourne for me?” Keefe asked, trying to hide his disappointment behind a cool tone, but it just came out flat. 

“I guess,” Fitz asked, sadness in his eyes. “Do you have anywhere to sleep?” 

Keefe shrugged, doing a terrible job of playing it cool. “I could sleep where I normally do.” 

“You have an extremely round-about way of saying no,” Fitz snorted. “Nope. I’m not letting you sleep on a park bench for the night. You’re coming with me to Everglen.” 

“Everglen?” Keefe asked, jogging to catch up to Fitz, who was holding the crystal from earlier to the sky. 

“That’s my house,” Fitz said. “Do what we were doing earlier. Concentrate, okay?” 

Keefe gripped Fitz’s hand. He gasped aloud this time as his boyfriend summoned a light beam. It was bright and went as high as he could see. He didn’t feel nervous at all; despite only knowing Fitz for a few hours, he trusted him completely. Keefe walked in; eyes closed tight. 

That liquid feeling returned. Keefe imagined himself as a pile of goo on the floor. It felt like he could be soaked up by a sponge. But then he landed on the grass and found himself shielding his eyes from a bright light. 

“Sorry, my dad likes his privacy,” Fitz mumbled. He opened the gates. “You have to be quiet – and try to hide, okay? No one can know that you’re here.” 

Keefe’s jaw was on the floor. “This is massive! You’re loaded.” 

Fitz’s cheeks turned pink. “Elves all have a birth fund – around five million lusters, which is actually around fifty million American dollars. You can do the maths.” 

“Nuh-uh. Keep maths away from me.” Keefe shook his head. “But you realise that when we get to the human world, we’re going to have no money, right?” 

Fitz smiled. “Don’t worry. I have an idea for that.”  

Keefe walked in, trailing cautiously behind Fitz. The house was empty, and excessively fancy. Exotic, beautiful flowers bloomed from intricately painted vases, and each window opened to a fruitful garden that looked straight out of a fairytale. All the rooms were bigger than Keefe had ever seen, too. It must be easy to get lost, Keefe thought. 

Fitz led Keefe to a bedroom. It was three times the average bedroom, with teal sheets and a huge canopy over the double bed, which was nearly bursting with all sorts of soft pillows. Off to the corner was a wide desk, housing a stack of very boring looking books, with titles like The Heart of the Matter and Oh, To Read Minds. 

“I know,” Fitz said, looking at Keefe’s scrunched eyebrows when he eyed the books. “They’re ridiculously boring. Total yawnfest.” 

“Yawnfest?” Keefe laughed. “Where is your vocabulary coming from? A decade ago?” 

Fitz rolled his eyes, smiling playfully. “Whatever.” He pointed to a door in the room that Keefe hadn’t noticed before. “That’s a bathroom. Take a shower and you can borrow some of my clothes after. I’ll bring you some dinner after I eat. And after that, I have to go make a huge request to someone that barely likes me. I’ll be my secret mission.” Fitz muttered. 

“Okay,” Keefe said, out of energy for a sarcastic quip. “A shower sounds good.” 

Keefe dug into Fitz’s closet, trying to produce something that wasn’t all sparkly and elf-y. He settled on a Batman T-shirt stashed in the back, and some black sweatpants. It looked a size too small for him, but whatever. It was better than the sopping tattered shirt he normally wore. 

After he stepped out of the shower, he found Fitz gone. Probably dinner, Keefe thought. He crawled into Fitz’s bed, which was oh-so comfortable, and before he knew it, he was out. 

“Keefe!” A voice whispered urgently. Two hands gently shook his side. Keefe groaned, eyes fluttering open to reveal Fitz, staring at Keefe with bright teal eyes. “Ah, you’re awake. That’s good.” 

“What happened?” Keefe said, sitting up. “Did we get caught?” 

Fitz shook his head. “Nope. Everything went according to plan. And here,” Fitz tossed Keefe a credit card and a passport, along with a few other official looking documents. “These are our proof of identity and stuff. And that credit card has all the money we’ll ever need.”  

Keefe nearly cried at the money. “Perfect. So, why are we awake?” 

“No one else is up at this hour,” Fitz said. “We have to go now.” 

“Wait,” Keefe said. “What time is it?” 

“Four in the morning.” 

“What?!” Keefe huffed. “I slept for ages. Where did you sleep?” 

Fitz shrugged. “Planning to escape a world tends to tire you out. I slept here. There was plenty of room.” 

“Huh.” Keefe shook his head. “You’re a lot less anxious than I expected.” 

“I know,” Fitz admitted. He looked down, twisting the sheets in his hands. “I’m kind of just ready to get away from it all.” 

“Me too,” Keefe agreed. “But your family?” 

Fitz looked down. “I’ll miss them, for sure. Especially Biana. But… I think I’ll be happier this way.” 

Keefe nodded. “Then what are we waiting for?” 

Fitz shrugged, but his hands were shaking. “Nothing. I just need to calm down, I guess.” 

Keefe took Fitz’s hand, squeezing them tightly. Even at fourteen, Keefe knew that there was something special about his bond with Fitz. And it was only going to be strengthened by the choice they made. There was no trace of humour in Keefe’s voice when he spoke. “It’s normal to be scared. We made a big choice. But It’s our choice now. Why don’t we try and own it?” 

“Our choice.” Fitz repeated the words like a mantra. “My choice.” 

The beam of light lit up the entire room. It illuminated every aspect of Fitz’s room; his soon-to-be old life. He crawled into the light, holding Fitz’s hand tightly. Keefe didn’t resist as it broke his body to a million pieces. He knew it would be put back together on the other side of a new life.  

Keefe embraced the warmth. He’d made a million choices in his life. Shoot, he’d made the choice to run away once before. But this time, he wasn’t running away from something – he was running toward it.  

And maybe, just maybe, this could be the first choice that was truly in his favour. 

***

FITZ’S MISSION 

You can do this. Fitz said to himself. He’d been using those words a lot lately. It was hard not to need them, considering the weight and scope of the choices he was making. 

Any sane person would call him a fool. Running away from one the most prominent, highly regarded families of the Lost Cities? For a boy he’d met mere hours ago? It was a fool’s endeavour. 

But they hadn’t met Keefe. Even in the dim light, he was something of a Greek God. What, with his bright blond hair that even when completely soaked, managed to frame his face, and piercing ice blue eyes that cut through Fitz’s soul and his trademark flirtatious edge to his tone, he could convince anyone to date him. 

And so, it led him here. Him, shakily holding a crystal, and begging that this would work. 

Fitz had to concentrate as hard as possible on this leap. He was scared; and if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose himself before he had a chance to live.  

He landed in front of Rimeshire. Fitz instantly regretted not running to grab a jacket, or a coat. It was chilling here, with snowflakes dancing prettily in the air, and covering the entire house. It looked like an Elvin version of a Hallmark movie. He knocked on the door. 

A man stepped out. He had wild red hair and a pink stain across his cheek. His smile was wide, but it faded when he saw Fitz. His periwinkle eyes twinkled as he spoke. 

“Fitz Vacker,” he greeted. “What brings you here?” 

“I just need to talk to Dex,” Fitz said, trying to be as unsuspicious as possible. “It’s for, uh, school.”  

Great. 

Kesler raised an auburn eyebrow at him but didn’t question Fitz. “Alright. He’s upstairs, in his room. Have fun.” 

Kesler led Fitz to Dex’s room, talking absentmindedly about Slurps and Burps and how Dex was doing. But Fitz wasn’t listening. In fact, his palms were unnaturally clammy; enough to make him constantly wipe them on his clothes. 

“Fitz...” Dex said, very poorly hiding his shock. “Hi.” 

“Fitz just came over for school things,” Kesler said. “I’ll leave you to it.” He shut the door behind him. 

“I’m guessing you’re not here for school stuff?” Dex said. It came out flat; as if it was meant to be a joke but it was laced with too much suspicion. 

“Not really,” Fitz shook his head. “I need to ask you a big favour.” 

“What’s it for?” Dex asked. 

“You have to promise to keep it secret.” Fitz insisted. He could see the wavering trust in Dex’s eyes. Dex sighed. 

“Fitz... we aren’t friends. I know Sophie and I are best friends and cousins but that doesn’t mean we are. I’m sure there’s someone else you can ask, you know.” 

“There’s no one else,” Fitz said, taking a deep breath to keep his voice from quivering. “Please, Dex. Just hear me out. If you say no, all you’ll have to do is say nothing. That’s all.” 

Dex bit his lip, his intense eyes on Fitz. He nodded. “Okay. Tell me.” 

Fitz poured his secret to Dex. But he kept the details to himself; where he was going, what he was doing after. He didn’t even mention Keefe’s name and he conveniently skipped over the kiss they shared.  

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense,” Dex said, scrunching his face up. “You’re running away because of a friend you met? I don’t buy it. Tell me the truth.” 

Fitz sighed, trembling as he spoke. “Okay, he isn’t my friend. He’s my boyfriend.” 

Dex’s eyes shot up wide. “Woah. And I mean woah. That’s... shocking. Is that even allowed?” 

Fitz shook his head, feeling tears on his face. Why was it so hard to talk about this. “I don’t think so.” 

Dex was silent for a second. “Okay, I’m in.” 

Fitz stared at Dex for precisely fifty-seven secrets before answering. “Okay? What convinced you? Me having a boyfriend?” 

“Yeah,” Dex said. “I took you for a Vacker. And Vackers benefit from the system. Vackers are rule-followers. They don’t bother thinking of others, because they’re too busy with themselves.” Ouch. Even if Fitz knew that Dex was about to barrel in with a gigantic but, it still stung. “But you just showed me that you aren’t that.” 

“You understand what I’m asking you to do, right?” Fitz said quietly. “You’d have to make a lot of documents, scramble one leaps worth of data, and pretend that I’m dead.” 

Dex nodded. “I know what you’re asking. And I’m only agreeing because I’m rooting for you and this mystery boy. If you ever come back to the Lost Cities, bring your boyfriend, okay?” 

Fitz felt his cheeks warm at the mention of Keefe. But he felt himself smile because of Dex. Dex, whom he had barely acknowledged. Dex, whose family hates the Vackers. And now, he was the one who was helping him run away. 

“When do you think you can have it done by?” Fitz asked. Dex turned pink. 

“A couple minutes, actually.” Dex said. Fitz raised an eyebrow. 

“That’s not possible.” He said, shaking his head. 

“It is if you already had the documents,” Dex said, looking everywhere but Fitz. “When Sophie arrived, I thought maybe one day we’d go to the Forbidden Cities sometime... to hang out. So, I started making some documents. I just have to change the name and a few details, and the credit card pin and stuff and it’s all done.” 

Fitz cleared his throat, trying not to think too hard on what Dex was implying. Dex was doing him a tremendous favour, after all. It wasn’t fair. “Oh, that’s convenient.” 

Dex fiddled with a leaping crystal for a few minutes before handing it to Fitz. “It’ll cover three leaps; the next two you take. Be careful.” 

“Thanks Dex,” Fitz said, taking the crystal from him. A moment of silence washed over them. How do you thank someone for commiting a crime for you? 

“I’m going to miss you,” Dex said, smiling softly. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.” 

“I’ll miss you too,” Fitz smiled. “I’ll always remember this.” 

And with that, he disappeared with a beam of light. 

He was in Havenfield, but not in front of the doors to say greet the Ruewens, he was at the caves near it. 

The sky was dark, and ominously, clouds hung too low, almost a fog. They were grey and dampened the air. The waves were rough and loud, crashing against the rocks vehemently and dissipating into white foam. Fitz stepped forward, trying to find balance on the boulders, but it was difficult. They were jagged and pointy, like they had a mission to keep Fitz away from the lake. 

“I can do this,” Fitz muttered. He lost the words to the howling wind, but they were still a comfort. This was the final step. 

His mind played memories of him and Biana when they were young, bounding across the bright Everglen gardens. The sky was always a serene shade of blue overhead, and the clouds seemed to float around, bobbing happily. Alden and Della would always sit next to each other, watching them play with tired eyes. 

How could he leave that behind?  

Because it was over. 

The moment he’d turned six, his whole life changed for the worse. Leaping across the world, putting himself in danger for someone else. It was always for someone else. 

Not anymore. 

He grabbed the back of his registry pendant, tears in his eyes. One last chance to go back to the way things were. But he wouldn’t. He ripped off the pendant, and thew it in the ocean. It bobbed above the waters for a minute, before being swallowed up by the waves. It was done. As far as anyone knew, he was dead. 

It was done. He did it. There was no going back now. He was free. The gravity and lightness of it all coursed through his veins; pure energy. He held his crystal up to the sky, allowing it to carry him to Everglen. He was done. He made the choice. And finally, finally, was it his choice. 

***

HI SIENNA IT WAS ME ALL ALONE HEHE

i hope you enjoy your fic :)) it was originally meant to be a lot shorter but I got invested and now its this. i hope you have a very merry christmas because you absolutely deserver it <33 twas an honour to be your secret santa <33

btw A Choice in Our Favour is also on ao3!

@song-tam this was absolutely so fun thanks for being the mastermind behind it and also letting me be a part of it :DD

merry christmas!!!! (And a happy new year)

[crymeariveronceagain]

alvar vacker's low quality life story

He's Fitz before Fitz is born. Alden's golden child. The perfect Vacker heir.

He's perfect. He's seamless. He's brilliant. He's Alden's favorite son. It tastes like smothering yourself and becoming a statue. It's everything anyone could ever want. It tastes like bile in the back of his throat when he says the wrong thing at a party. It's everything everyone wants. Alvar isn't a person but a doll. But Alvar doesn't care. Alden has his perfect son. His favorite son.

Then again, Alden doesn't have anyone to compare him to.

Alvar is proud to be a Vacker. He's proud to be himself. Sure, his father gets this look in his eyes when he manifests at age ten. Sure, it burns deep in his chest because he knows what his parents were looking for and it wasn't him. But he's fine.

He's Alden's favorite son. Alden doesn't have anyone to compare him to.

He's Della's favorite child. Della doesn't have anyone better.

And then, when he's eleven, Fitz is born. And his reality shatters. He slowly, slowly, softly, carefully, loses absolutely everything. Because Alvar is only good enough if there's no one to compare him to. He can no longer impress his father. Not with Fitz right there, teal eyes, smiles, smarter, brighter, fiercer, more like Alden. How did Alvar ever stand a chance?

And so he resorts to the next best thing, staying out of the way--- away from his parents' anger or manipulation and attention and it works and he's fine and it's okay.

And then Biana. And Alvar is out of a place again. Because when Biana turns three, she's the invisible child.

Fitz is golden, Biana is invisible, that leaves only one option left for Alvar. It's not a very good one.

He feels eyes on him at every turn. It's been three years since he's been seen, and it feels like violence every time his father hisses at him, his mother scolds him, his parents' friends laugh at him. He gets pushed around some. What else are they supposed to do with him? He's no one's favorite. He's not invisible.

He's horribly, horribly seen.

None of the Vacker children get the right kind of love. They get cheap replacements. Each one is cheaper than the next. Fitz gets praise and a box he can never move out an inch out of. Biana gets freedom and never being thought of. Alvar gets noticed and the pain of being seen without the warmth of being loved in the way that knows along with sees.

Alvar moves out the second after he finishes school. He never looks back.

Never.

He goes somewhere he'll never be seen again.

It all goes downhill from there.

[loveution]

hekster?

51. "I can't breathe" + Hekster (Stina/Sophie)

Stina exhales harshly through her mouth, staring at Dex and Biana in plain loathing. All their team-building exercises had crumbled without Sophie, because there they stood, on the opposite side of Stina again, drawing a clear line between them. And it wasn't even her fault this time!

No really, it wasn't. She had entered the room, ready and willing to try with them, not happy but not outright hostile. They clearly had no such qualms, the way they kept glancing at her and whispering to each other. Oh really, they were government officials now! This wasn't some petty little argument in the halls of foxfire. Forgive her for expecting some shred of maturity. Wylie, the one person who could be counted to not be a fucking twit the entire time, had been busy elsewhere. His father, Stina guessed.

Stina refused to admit it, but some part of her ached from this obvious snubbing. Did she not deserve even an explanation, or at least some base level of respect? No, apparently not, because Biana glanced back up again, and then diverted her gaze immediately when she found Stina's eyes locked onto her. Stina didn't look away, and watched them shift uncomfortably under her gaze. Let them. If they didn’t have the decency to talk to her, they didn’t deserve the comfort.

Just then, the doors flew open again, and Sophie re-entered. She had exited the room in a bit of a hurry, but when she entered, she was relaxed as she could be, even giving Stina a small smile that she couldn't help but return. Take that, she thought viciously towards Dex and Biana. Sophie moved to take the seat next to Stina, not even giving the chair next to Dex a glance, which Stina also had to force herself not to feel things over. Dex and Biana, surprisingly, didn't try to say anything to her, or include her in their whispering against Stina. She didn't know whether or not to feel comforted by that. On one hand, maybe Sophie didn't want to shittalk her, but on the other.. well, Biana and Dex were supposed to be her friends.

Almost unknowingly, she reached out for Sophie's hand under the table. She didn't realised what she'd done until Sophie's hand was already touching hers, and by then it was too late to pull away, because Sophie's touch was electrical and calming in equal parts. Her skin, jittery from all the staring that her dear teammates had been doing, settled, but another dance started up somewhere else inside her. Something less nerve-wracking, but more intense. Stina never wanted to stop feeling it.

"I, uh, can we talk?" Sophie asked, after the meeting was over, her hand regretfully no linger clasped between Stina's. Dex and Biana had left the room, so it was just them, and the place between them that they're hands had bridged for the past half an hour.

"I don't know, it's difficult for some people," Stina replied reflexively, flexing her hands to hide how badly she wanted to reach for Sophie's, before threading her fingers together and fixing her gaze on the girl before her.

Sophie's lipped quirked up in a small smile, now that she’d long stopped taking offence over anything Stina said. She licked her lips, raised her hands as if to go tug at her eyelashes, and then shook her head as if preparing for something. Frankly, it was almost entertaining to watch.

"I— would you— can I? I mean— if you even, like, like— not that I'm saying you can't, like, I do! Like I mean—" Sophie sputtered out for a few seconds, her face turning redder with every failed attempt to convey what she meant. Stina stared at her.

"Are you dying?" She asked flatly.

"What? No! I'm trying to ask you out," Sophie snapped, and then her eyes widened. "I mean— well I mean, that was what I meant, but ah." A choked breath escaped her, and she squeaked out a small laugh. Stina's brain struggled to catch up with what she said. Ask her out what? Sophie took in a strangled breath, but then the silence stretched on, and she coughed.

And then again. She scrabbled for Stina's arm, elbow planted on the table, and immediately Stina's brain kickstarted. Asked her out, as in on a date! Sophie had asked her on a date! Or well, tried to. Currently, she seemed to be struggling to even squeeze any words out.

"I can't breathe," Sophie wheezed out finally, and that's what finally got Stina to thump her back, clear whatever had gotten stuck in her throat. After a few thumps, Sophie took in a deep breath, and then a few more. Stina waited for her to speak.

"Well?" Sophie prompted, when she'd gotten enough breath to speak.

"Well, what?" Stina replied, because she's not above being a little shit.

"Willyougooutwithme?" Sophie said, too quickly to have properly pronounced any of the words, and too eager to care.

"I'm sorry?" Stina asked, tilting her head down to glance at her, having far too much fun to stop.

Sophie, red faced and adorable, took a deep breath and repeated her question one last time.

"That depends on where," Stina mused aloud. Give her a break okay, she just saved Sophie's life. Let her have some fun.

"I know you're only doing this to piss me off but I will literally show you up," Sophie threatened, her eyes glinting. Stina had to tear her gaze away.

"You can't, Foster, I just saved your life."

"Endangered it more like! If you had replied a bit quicker, I wouldn't have coughed at all!"

"Are you blaming me for your own poor health?"

"Absolutely, yes. In this instance. If you'd replied quickly enough, I would've at least not coughed out of surprise."

"What if I said no?"

"I wouldn't have coughed out of embarrassment. And I would've quit this stupid job."

"Dammit, I knew I should've said no!"

"Fuck off, you already said yes."

On they went, bickering and arguing, their hands entwined the entire time.

[crippling-pages]

Headcanon: Tam needs glasses. It's not like everything everything is blurry; like he can see the stuff 3 or 4 feet away just fine, but beyond that everything is a bit more blurry. He can still tell what's what (most of the time), but he definitely can't read the menu at a McDonalds on his own.

Tiergan helped Tam, going with him to the eye doctor and getting a frame and stuff like that. His glasses are black, mainly because its was the best frame they could find and the only one that Tam didn't feel weird in. They're like a

but yeah Tam with glasses :)

(Biana finds Tam in glasses so freaking adorable)

[everliving-everblaze]

keepblr dash simulator

mutual 1: im so gay for linh song

mutual 2: you know that one sentence from five books ago that everyone else forgot about? (15 paragraphs of analysis)

mutual 3: (most cursed edit you've ever seen in your life) canon!

mutual 4: here's how I think pregnancy would work for an elf/ogre hybrid

mutual 5: (piece of art that belongs in a museum) wip

mutual 6: when I started reading this series I was but a babe suckling at my mother's breasts....

mutual 7: little drabble! (3k words of bloody torture of Keefe Sencen)

mutual 8: which page of kotlc is the best (poll 1038)

mutual 9: king dimitar is kinda....

[asher-agere]

Custom Tags? :0

I have finally made custom tags! This is going be my master list, I’ll have it linked to my intro post so people can use it for reference! Format will be #༄ (Tag) - (Explanation) So after the “-“ it’s not part of the tag!

#༄ PJSK - All things related to PJSK!

#༄ BSD - All things related to BSD!

#༄ Reblog - Any kind of reblog! Reblogging someone’s else’s stuff, my own stuff, all the same tag!

#༄ Babbles - Anything that’s not my normal posting! Conversations with people, my random agere posts (Baby babble series (Not really a series there’s two), Christmas babbles, etc.) I use this one a lot? Idk it’s sort of a wildcard

#༄ Moodboards - Any moodboards! Ones I create or ones I’m reblogging!

#༄ Paci Edits - Same idea! Whether it’s mine or a reblog, fancy tag!

#༄ _ Headcanons - Fill in the blank! There’s actually 4 different tags here- CG, Flip, Little, and Petre! All pretty self explanatory hehe

#༄ Requests - Me answering a request! Not an ask, only use this if it’s a request not just a chat. However there are custom ones here! If you wanna know what your tag is you can always ask! Some examples are #༄ ⭐️ Request (@starb4byy) #༄ Fyodor Enjoyer Request (@sunny-silly) #༄ Melo Request (@babyniigo) the custom ones will be used for just chatting requests!

#༄ My Regression - Anything about my own personal regression experience!

#༄ I Requested - Something I requested from someone else!

#༄ Ask Game - You guys might know I have an obsession with ask games… So they needed their own tag obviously

#༄ Fanfiction - I’ve started posting fanfiction! Might just be tiny drabbles, but it needs its own tag!

#༄ KOTLC - All things related to KOTLC!

#༄ Stimboards - Stimboards that I’ve made or reblogged!

#༄ Inbox Check - Anytime I’m giving a full list of what’s currently in my Inbox! Usually because it was requested

#༄ 30 Days of agere - I’ve finally joined in on the 30 days of agere trend! And obviously it needs its own tag duh

I’m gonna add them all to this post! Even though a lot don’t really apply- Also all my posts have been updated with these tags! (I’ve been doing this for over 48 hours-)

[jadescribbles]

My gift for @bookwyrminspiration for the KOTLC fairy tale AU exchange!!

The prompt I went with was a studio ghibli AU, wherupon I decided to go with vibes(TM) instead of any particular movie. The acompanying drabble (since I ran out of time to write anything bigger) nvm I wrote more so: fic can be found here.

@kotlcfairytale

[iwasonceabookworm]

hc that sophie infodumps when she’s nervous (that did. not end up being what the fic was about lmao)

solinh drabble i wrote for sapphic week :)))) @kotlc-sapphicweek anyways, shoutout to my curling au

After getting changed, Sophie returned to Linh to find her almost completely changed - save for her skates, which she did not appear to be untying. 

“You ready to go?” she asked, and even before Linh grinned up at her with that mischievous glint in her eyes, she got the feeling that the answer was ‘no’.

“We should skate!” 

Sophie just stood there, dumbfounded. “…What?”

“We should skate! Us two! Right now!”

In all fairness, Sophie may have been a little too focused on the way Linh’s smile lit up her big doe eyes to fully comprehend what she was saying.

“…What?” she said again. Linh giggled.

“Come on, let’s go!”

“I-I don’t have any skates!” Sophie blurted out, finally coming up with a reasonable argument. Linh’s smile only widened, though, and it seemed she had already thought of that. 

Indeed, she shoved a pair of (oddly familiar) black figure skates into Sophie’s hands (great. Not only did she have to skate, but she had to skate on figure skates?!).

“They’re Tam’s,” Linh said (ah. That was why they were so familiar) “he said you could borrow them.”

Sophie let out a huff and resisted the urge to toss them to the side. 

“Come on, please?” 

Sophie grumbled, but didn’t refuse, and in fact took a seat next to Linh, whose face lit up, seeming to spot Sophie’s weakness.

“You’re amazing on the ice!” Linh continued. Sophie, who had begun to tie the skates, paused momentarily.

“Yeah, curling ice!” she huffed, before turning her attention back to the skates.

“What’s the difference?”

“It’s pretty big, actually - curling ice is pebbled - it’s like, bumpy - so that the rocks can curl better-“ Sophie prattled on, painfully aware of the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks as Linh pulled her onto the ice.

“I see. Do you think it would be possible to skate on curling ice?” Sophie paused for a moment as Linh spun her around, which was plenty graceful on the latter’s part and not-so-graceful on the former’s.

“Maybe. It would probably ruin the ice, though…”

Linh dipped her, and Sophie realized with a flush just how strong her girlfriend was.

“Though I wonder if a rock could curl on ice cut up by skates…it could very well have the same effect…”

Sophie trailed off as Linh pressed their lips together, though for once she was happy to not talk about her sport of choice.

~~~

they’re very precious to me. clearly. so’s curling. clearly.

[cogaytes]

shameless self-promo / keeper recursive exchange 2025 masterpost

ty to cath and the mod team for organizing!

you have my full permission to create recursive works (fic, art, podfic, web weaves, playlists, etc) based on my kotlc works (posted under my cogaytes pseud on ao3), with a couple requests/notes:

1) i do not give permission for any recursive works created using generative AI,

2) please link back to my work and/or use the "inspired by" feature on ao3! i would also love to be tagged or get a comment on the original with a link so i get to see whatever you make, but that is up to you if you are comfortable!

3) any multichapters-in-progress or works with a planned sequel (demarcated with a + sign here) i have probably already worldbuilt and plotted out in my head; if you choose to create spin-off works, particularly fic, i may go on to publish something that contradicts your work/prevents it from being canon to my universe--which is totally fine by me as long as you are also okay with that! i am also happy to answer questions via dm or ask if you want to make sure a work is consistent with the universe and story i have planned.

any au concepts/drabbles i have posted on tumblr (anything not cross-posted to ao3) i would prefer that you ask about first, as it might be something i created with someone else who you might need permission from as well.

below, you can find a full inventory of my keeper fics (as well as a couple of specific stipulations about a few particular fics):

always (be by my side)

canon-compliant tiertice hurt/comfort centered around prentice's memory loss post-mind break. 1.4k words

be my sword (and shield)* +

part 1 of a knight x guard tiertice au full of homoerotic tension and friends to lovers. 2.3k words * this was written as a secret santa gift for @/kotlc-puppet-show so please consider tagging them as well if you make something based on this work!

bright days and velvet drawstrings

canon divergent tiertice not actually unrequited love specifically exploring their cognate bond! 1.9k words

counting the days

a short canon-compliant tiertice oneshot with yet more post-mind break angst (this time a nightmare). 1k words

family remedy

elwin-centric au where he and keefe are half brothers and he can no longer bear to watch their father make keefe feel small and fluff ensues. 2.3k words

flowers in the window* +

a series set in a florist!tiergan x tattoo artist!prentice au! 5.4k total words split between two published works * @/soryasongsaa and @/hydroflxwers made art for dried blossoms and velcro as part of the keeper big bang that is linked on ao3--please do not create art of the same scenes they have drawn.

How Prentice Endal is Forever Banned from Baking

domestic tiertice fluff set in canon. prentice is a terrible cook. 1.7k words

inkpot gods +

ambiguously hurt/comfort or hurt no comfort tiertice fic set in canon, in which tiergan calls swan song. 3k words

it's the tearing sound of love notes* +

qualden angst in an au where quinlin takes prentice's place. 1.8k words * secret santa gift for @/aphelea the qualden king; i would love if you would also tag her in anything you create!

just to dance with you +

fluffy ballet academy tiertice au featuring many background characters ripe for the spinoff picking! 2.1k words

love (and the ways in which we say it)

tiertice love languages character study. 1.5k words

matchless made again

hurt no comfort canon-compliant tiertice, or in which tiergan finds out about prentice's participation in project moonlark. 2.2k words

on wholeness and family

aroace wylie comes out to his dads! 1.6k words

you've got heart

arospec bronte and oralie are best friends your honor. 1k words

[periwinkle-the-11th]

Okay but should I start posting my (old and cringe) kotlc drabbles on here??

[heavensinhell]

biana has dyed rat tails and it usually hides under her gorgeous brown hair but when you see crystals and pearls and beads, just know theyre hanging by a thread in her hair (literally)

[crippling-pages]

~mya's (new) intro post~

Hello there! My name is Mya! And this is my intro post! <3

Facts About Me:

Mya [] Girl [] She/her [] Minor [] 13-17 [] Aromantic Asexual (Aro/Ace) [] Arab [] Bookworm [] Writer [] Quotevain [] Swiftie [] OneRepublic Fan [] Pinterest Addict [] Tam Song Obsessed [] Tam Song x Biana Vacker is my life []

Fandoms:

Keeper of the Lost Cities [] LEGO: Ninjago [] LEGO Friends [] Percy Jackson [] Hooky (Webtoon/Book) [] Lockwood & Co. [] Shatter Me [] The False Prince/The Ascendance Trilogy [] The Land of Stories [] A Tale of Magic [] A Good Girl's Guide To Murder [] Five Survive [] Trolls [] The Reappearance of Rachel Price [] The Inheritance Games [] Fairy Tale Reform School [] Royal Academy Rebels [] Miraculous Ladybug [] Malibu Rescue [] Erin & Aaron [] Sonic the Hedgehog [] Richie Rich (2015) [] Ducktales (2017) [] and more! <3

Ships:

KOTLC: Tam and Biana {} Dex and Stina {} Sophie and Keefe {} Fitz and Dex {} Keefe and Fitz {} Linh and Marella {}

PJO/HoO: Percy and Annabeth {} Nico and Will {} Frank and Hazel {} Jason and Piper {} Leo and Calypso

Ninjago: Cole and Vania {} Nya and Jay {} Zane and Pixal {} Kai and Skylor {}

LEGO Friends: Mia and River {} Emma and Ethan {} Emma and Matthew {} Olivia and Jacob {} Mia and Martin {} Olly and Paisley {} Leo and Zac {} Zac and Sky {} Nova and Liann {}

Lockwood & Co.: Lucy and Lockwood {} George and Flo {}

Hooky: Dorian and Monica {} Dani and Nico {} Will and Damien {}

Miraculous Ladybug: Chat Noir and Marinette {} Ladybug and Chat Noir {} Marinette and Adrien {} Marinette and Luka {}

Sonic the Hedgehog: Silver and Blaze {} Sonic and Amy {} Amy and Shadow {} Knuckles and Rouge {}

FTRS/RAR: Gilly and Jax {} Heath and Devin {} Sasha and Logan {}

The Inheritance Games: Max and Xander {} Avery and Jameson {} Nash and Libby {}

Other: Pip and Ravi {} Bel and Ash {} Red and Arthur {} Conner and Bree {} Branch and Poppy {} Chote and Gina {} Tobias and Amarinda {}

Links:

-My Quotev Account

-My Ao3 Account

Some of My Fanfics:

"Hashtag Hilarious" - A KOTLC Human AU, with Tam and Keefe being besties and roommates; one day, Keefe convinces Tam to make a shared social media account together. Chaos follows.

"Lilies For Lilly" - A Ninjago fanfic in where it's the anniversary of Cole's mother's passing, and this time, he goes to drop off some Lillies.

"Don't Touch Me (Don't Talk To Me)" - A Trolls one-shot, in where Branch let's himself be rude to John Dory (A second part to this is called "Wet William" which is Bruce's turn).

"Random Hooky Stuff" - Just some Hooky content there's almost 0 out there. Drabbles, headcanons, incorrect quotes, ships, fluff, and angst. All of the above!

"Tiana One-Shots, Skits, Memes, And More!" - A Quotev book with a bunch of Tiana (Tam and Biana) related content is in, blessing the world with more Tiana.

"KOTLC Characters React And Have Fun!" - A Quotev fanfic in where the KOTLC crew react to human stuff and just have fun.

"5 Days {KOTLC Sleepover Fic}" - A KOTLC Sleepover Fic on Quotev, and this sleepover lasts all week. Drama appears, and fun memories are made.

Some Fanfics in The Drafts (or in my head)

KOTLC Human Coffee Shop AU ("Keepers of the Coffee")

KOTLC Rewrite

KOTLC Human Musician Mash Up Tour AU

KOTLC Road Trip AU

Ninjago Movie Secret Identity AU ("Two Faces Of the Same Life")

Ninjago Regular/Human Tea Shop AU

Ninjago Normal Life ("Cuckoo Crazy")

Hooky High School/College AU

Percy Jackson x KOTLC Crossover

Ninjago x KOTLC Crossover

Hooky Coffee Shop AU

KOTLC Hogwarts AU

KOTLC Song Twins Circus AU

Some Quotes:

"Because when I annoy, I annoy hard." -Tam Song, Nightfall.

"Look, I know I don't talk about it, but it happened to me before. Losing someone dear to me. I can't let that happen again." -Lockwood, to Lucy.

"Better question; are you a narc?" -Tiny Diamond

"I am the M.C... the Mighty Cole!"  -Cole, Rebooted

"I guess I'll just send some happy shadow thoughts into your head." -Tam Song, Flashback 

"-And dying to see Tam. My sister's a fan of silver bangs." -Fitz Vacker, Unlocked.

"Quick, quick Tell me something awful Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy" -I Hate It Here, Taylor Swift

"Kill him then claim my throne and my queen." -Dorian Wytte, to Monica. 

"I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid" -You're on Your Own, Kid, Taylor Swift

"Dude, save your daddy issues for another time." -Tam Song, Neverseen.

"Maybe not. But that doesn't mean you stop trying." - Tam Song, Legacy.

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“Your lips are really warm.” sokeefe

Keefe could smell the takeout Sophie brought into the apartment before she even called “I brought takeout!” into the living room.

“Oh, you angel,” he sighed, sitting up on the couch. “In here!”

Sophie set the takeout bag on the coffee table before slipping beneath the blanket Keefe was curled under and wrapping her arms around him, pressing her lips to his. Keefe squawked in indignation against her mouth, breaking the kiss with a shiver.

Sophie grinned. “Your lips are really warm.”

“Yours are freezing,” Keefe said, betrayed. “What, did you stop to fish on an ice floe with a polar bear on your way back?”

Sophie tucked herself in closer to Keefe’s side, getting comfortable. “If I’d met a polar bear on my way back from getting takeout, I’d be cuddling it instead of you right now.”

“You’d better take that back.”

Sophie glanced up at Keefe, a smirk twinkling in her eyes. “And if I don’t?”

She squeaked in surprise, bursting into desperate giggles as Keefe knocked her onto her back, tickling her sides. “Take it back, Foster.”

“N-never!” Sophie laughed, thrashing against Keefe’s hands prodding along her sides.

“Take it back, or I’ll--oof!”

Sophie’s head jerked, whacking straight into his, and Keefe toppled off the couch with more drama than was necessary and lay on the floor, clutching at his face for effect.

Sophie, of course, saw right through the act, and began positively cackling. She sounded so genuinely tickled that Keefe couldn’t help laughing, too, and for a long minute they lay there, laughing together.

“I guess,” Sophie panted, catching her breath, “I guess cuddling you will have to do.”

“You can’t cuddle me now. You have to take me to the emergency room,” Keefe said cheerfully. “I’ve been gravely wounded by your hard head.”

“I’ll take your food back to the restaurant, I swear,” Sophie chuckled. Keefe grinned, winking at her as he sat up.

“Bring the blanket and come sit down here with me.”

“Okay. Netflix while we eat?”

“You know me so well.”

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[bookwyrminspiration]

Sophie and Tam are both older siblings (and are very protective of their younger sib), so maybe they can understand each other in that way?

you’re absolutely right, nonsie!

I think Sophie is a bit newer to the “explicitly protective older sibling” club, as we saw Amy was more like a nuisance to her as a child. An unreasonable expectation because her parents just wanted her to be normal.

but now that Amy’s been in trouble, she’s had the opportunity to step up and go hey. That’s my sister. Do not mess with her. And that’s something Tam’s been doing with Linh, despite them being twins. Also Sophie’s just protective of her friends in general.

I think as a couple they’d have to figure each other out first, learn to take a step back and go hey. My partner is a very capable person and I don’t need to be protective of them. I can be defensive on their behalf at times, but they’re entirely capable of holding their own.

Don’t get me wrong, they’d absolutely go off on anyone they needed to. Sophie told off Tam and Linh’s parents to their faces, and I think she’d 100% do it again to anyone who dared insult Tam. And Tam has no problem being viewed as weird and unsettling—he wouldn’t let social rules of “oh you have to be polite” get in his way. They’re protective of their own in a way none of the other characters are.

nonsie i absolutely adore sotam in any way shape or form

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Sophitz Week - Nature

Prompt 4 for Sophitz ship week! @sophitz-week​