#rabbit writes

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

I have no context for this except me and a friend were talking about c!hermit pronouns and I thought this was funny. Please enjoy.

Cleo handed out a piece of paper to each of them, "Okay, everyone, before we start write down your name and pronouns on these and then throw them in the hopper."

Grian went his turn with the anvil, Scar looking over his shoulder. There was a definite pause after he finished and he rolled his eyes at whatever joke his partner had cooking up. "I know how to spell my own name Scar."

She turned to Scar and instead of his usual smirk there was only confusion. "You're pronouns are he/she?" Came out of Scar's mouth instead of a quip, which really caught her off guard.

"I- what? Yes, Scar. My pronouns are he/she."

"Since when?" Scar exclaimed, voice raising an octave and hands raising above his head.

"Since.. forever? Always?" Grian answered, thinking about it. It was definitely before he'd met Scar.. he doesn't really think there was a time where he wasn't using both.

"I thought you were cis?"

"I am, Scar," She sighed. She walked to the hopper and placed her sheet of paper inside, watching it get pulled away into whatever randomizing redstone was underneath them.

Cleo lightly punched (though it was Cleo so it still probably hurt a lot) Scar on the shoulder, "People can be cis and use multiple pronouns Scar. They're not always an indicator of gender identity."

"Well now I'm really confused," Scar replied, rubbing his shoulder.

"That's okay! I'm confused by a lot too," Joe Hills added with a great deal of cheer, "I also know a whole lot as well. Like Grian's pronouns."

Scar's face went red, "Oh come on. I'm definitely not the only person that didn't know Grian's pronouns- That's the whole point of us writing down our pronouns!"

"True," Grian replied, "But you're the only one making a big deal about it."

His face went even redder, "Okay. Okay. That's my bad. I just wasn't expecting it. It's like if you suddenly told me if you were into men!"

"Scar. What?" Cleo asked.

"Please don't tell me- Scar, I'm bisexual. You know this."

"What? No! You're straight! You- You are!"

"I've had sex with you! We're dating!"

"We're what?"

[rabbit-harpist]

parting deferred

For perhaps the last time, Joui talks to Liz. pre-desconjuraçao, also posted to my ao3.

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Shamefully, his gaze passes over her at first. She’s only another old woman sitting in the back of the library, white head bowed over a study table. But the way she frowns at the mess of papers before her is all Liz.

Joui tries his best to assess her condition as he navigates the shelves. She’s alive. And unhurt, and perhaps even sober. He can breathe more easily now that he sees her. 

Someone unexpectedly exits a row in front of him—he startles, reaches for the weight at his hip, apologizes, heart racing—arrives.

Another moment of unfamiliarity. Joui could be looking at someone else’s grandmother reading the paper.

He shakes off the moment, and the uncertainty that suddenly rises in his chest.

“Liz-senpai?”

It takes a moment for his voice to register—she’s absorbed in whatever the papers are telling her. He can see the recognition in her face, the way the hand that holds the pen stops its motion. 

She covers her notes as she turns to him. He tries to suppress the sting. 

“Joui? What do you want?”

“You didn’t respond to the group chat,” he says, his tone more accusing than he means it to be.

“I muted it. It was distracting me.”

“We were worried. Liz, I went to your apartment and the landlord said it had been sold. And you weren’t answering calls or texts and—“

“How did you find me?” she asks.

Joui is thrown off. “Ce-Kaiser tracked your phone,” he says honestly.

Liz purses her lips. “I see.”

“We were worried,” Joui explains. (I was worried) “You disappeared—what if something had happened to you?”

“Well. As you can see, I’m fine. As fine as I can be. You can tell that to the others.”

Joui looks at the pile of papers—newspapers, dated recently. “Liz-senpai, what are you working on? Can I help?”

She slips her notebook into her bag, covering the table with the other hand. “Joui—I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”

And she can—Joui knows Liz, and she’s strong—but how strong is she now? She’s smart—smart enough to get to the bottom of this, whatever it is, and put herself right back in danger.

He misses hearing her theorize, brow furrowed and eyes alight. He misses her laugh and her smile. He misses Liz herself—she’s right in front of him again, but she feels a thousand miles away. 

“Don’t disappear again,” he pleads. “We need you.” (I need you, he wants to say, but he’s terrified that it won’t be enough to keep her with him.) “The Order needs you.”

That makes Liz laugh—a bitter echo of his memories. “The Order doesn’t know what it’s doing.” She straightens the papers on the table. “Symptoms,” she says. “They’re treating symptoms, and the heart is rotten. We throw ourselves into a brick wall over and over until every one of us is dead and broken.”

Joui doesn’t know what to say. It’s a mirror of the thoughts that haunt him at night, laid over the memories that never fade. He doesn’t have words of hope—he has to be the strong one now, but he doesn’t know what to do.

Liz turns over the newspapers, arranging and rearranging them feverishly. Joui watches and he doesn’t know what to say and he doesn’t know what to do. 

He puts a hand on her shoulder, finally, clawing past the uncertainty that freezes him in place.

“Liz-senpai. Look at me, please.”

She meets his gaze, and whatever he’d tentatively planned to say next escapes his mind. Her eyes are older than the wrinkles on her face. The eyes of the monster of death flash into his mind—a thought he despises as soon as he has it.

“Liz-senpai?” he repeats.

“Get out, Joui,” she says, and she just looks tired now.

He isn’t hurt that she’s still putting herself in danger—he understands the itch to do something, anything. He’s hurt that she doesn’t want him beside her. Joui isn’t sure of many things these days, but he knows bone deep that they need to protect each other. If he loses Liz—and Arthur and Kaiser—every part of him that matters will have died.

“If you think I’d leave you, you don’t know me,” he snaps. 

Something flashes over Liz’s face. “I suppose I can’t make you do anything—it’s not like I’m your mother.”

Joui wishes she had hit him instead. He tries to say something else and can’t manage it.

He thinks she wants to say something else too. She pauses as she walks away, looks back—but she leaves anyway.

[welcometothewarren]

[rabb-te]

The Wen indoctrination rolls around, and things are starting to diverge from the script in ways Wei Wuxian had never anticipated.

[gaydavidtennant]

heyy guess who wrote something and finished it for once B) disgustingly tooth rotting fluff based on texas reznikoff by mitski. if u r interested <3

[girddlepatchilles]

skipping out

This is just a fic in a modern Westeros au I wanted to play around with and may turn into a little series. Kind of Fall of the House of Usher-y.

Rhaenys hummed along to the radio as she continued to pack for the weekend getaway her boyfriend had planned. The annual Tyrell Garden Party was to occur at the family’s estate Highgarden, and it was to be the first event where Willas and Rhaenys were officially a couple. They’d been together for four years at this point, but they’d never really made it official in the eyes of the public. Both Rhaenys and Willas were quite private people and there were… outside forces who would not have approved of their dating. The Tyrell parents (and grandparent) still held a grudge over Willas’ injury during a friendly polo match and Rhaenys’ father was still trying to match her with every eligible (non-related) Valyrian man he could think of. The fact that Willas held no ill will toward Oberyn Martell for the accident meant nothing, nor did the fact that Rhaenys very publicly called out her family’s Valyrian supremacist tendencies. Rhaenys had met the Tyrells about six months ago and had won over the formidable Olenna Tyrell soon after meeting. 

Renly was still sour that the old woman liked Rhaenys almost instantly, although privately she suspected she’d won over Olenna by not even really trying. In truth she’d been more worried about winning over Mace and Alerie. Still… it would be nice to be able to attend more charity events on Willas’ arm, instead of “bumping into” each other. Her own family (or, rather her Mother’s family) adored Willas and had already insisted he attend the annual Martell New Years Extravaganza. The Targaryens? Well… she’d know after this weekend, wouldn’t she?

Her phone kept pinging as she packed, some notifications barely showing up before being replaced. Rhaenys knew he decision to skip the family gathering would not go over well, but she hadn’t expected to be inundated with messages. Most begged her to reconsider, others cajoled and bribed, while several just outright berated her. Cousin Maegor’s distinct all caps tirades had been deleted without reading. As were Daemon’s and Armond’s. Grand-Uncle Jaehaerys’ long winded “disappointed” text was deleted after she read the first paragraph. Rhaenyra had just outright told Rhaenys not to bother coming to any other event. The cousins she was closest to all sent messages of support and promises to catch up next weekend for a debrief. 

Everyone knew why the Conquerors wanted to gather the family. 

Everyone knew what Great Grandfather Aegon wanted to say. 

Everyone knew that this was where lines were about to be drawn. 

Rhaenys had already made her choice, and the person who needed to know the most already knew. She was considering just turning off her phone when Egg’s ringtone began to play. She grabbed her phone before Belarion could begin batting at it and answered it.

“Please tell me you’re not going to the family thing this weekend?” Egg didn’t even bother with a greeting. Rhaenys raised an eyebrow, reaching out to scratch Balerion behind his ears. Her wizened old cat was definitely hanging on more out of spite than anything these days, but he always wanted affection from his human. 

“Of course not. I’m going to Highgarden with Willas. Renly will probably be there too,” she replied. Not that anyone in the family really cared about their Baratheon cousins.

“Well… Dad just told Great Grandfather you were coming, and that you’d have good news,” Egg said. They both only called Rhaegar Targaryen “dad” because he hated it and used “baba” for their step-father Myles. Rhaenys scowled, her hand stilling in Balerion’s fur.

“What news?” she demanded. She heard Egg sigh on the other end of the line and heard Shireen murmur something she couldn’t quite make out.

“The news you’re getting engaged to Monterys Velaryon…” her brother sounded nervous, although at this point Rhaenys couldn’t even be mad. Her father’s insistence that she marry a man of “good Valyrian stock” was little more than a joke at this point. The first time he’d tried to set her up on a date with his appropriate Valyrian boy of the week, she’d been utterly furious. Now she just ignored her father and politely told whatever hapless man she was being set up with she wasn’t interested. Honestly, she’d go full non-contact with her father if he wasn’t the one paying her university fees.

“I mean… there will be news to tell after the weekend, but not that…” she conceded. Egg gasped loudly.

“You mean… is Willas proposing? Are you proposing?!” Egg must have gone out of his room and into one of the main areas of the share house he lived in, because suddenly Rhaenys could hear an episode of The Matchmaker: North blaring in the background. She grinned, blushing despite the fact her brother could not see her.

“Kind of? We kind of both proposed during our anniversary trip. He’s officially doing it during the party. Maximum media attention. A massive fuck you to Grandfather, the Old Man and Great Grandfather,” Rhaenys explained.

“Mama and Baba already gave their blessing.” Willas had insisted he ask both her mother and step-father for their blessing, especially since she considered Myles Manwoody her father more than Rhaegar. Egg chuckled and their conversation naturally fell to how the preparations were going for his trip to Essos, how Shireen was, even sharing gossip about their Martell cousins. By the time she hung up, she noticed Willas had left a text message to let her know he’d picked up the ring and was looking forward to seeing her tonight. Rhaenys smiled before sending three red hearts in reply. 

She’d met Willas during her first week of undergrad at university. He’d been finishing his final year of a Bachelors in Economics, while she was staring a Bachelors in Linguistics. She’d got lost on her way to her first lecture and he’d helped her find the right building. They’d properly been introduced a month later when her uncle, Oberyn Martell, had invited Rhaenys to one of his famous dinner parties. They’d hit it off almost instantly and only really started dating after a year of friendship. Now Rhaenys was completing her Masters in Linguistics, while saving funds to pay her own way to complete her PhD. Willas had graduated and was helping to run the Tyrell Education Fund, a charity designed to improve schools in low income areas. They’d recently decided to start looking for a house together, preferably one with enough room for Rhaenys’ two cats and one dog as well as Willas’ own hound. Rhaenys still remembered when she and Willas had shown up to her uncle’s dinner party the first time as a couple and he’d simply rolled his eyes.

“Why did I not see this coming?” he’d said. Rhaenys later heard that her sort-of-but-not-really aunt Ellaria had placed a wager with Oberyn about whether or not they would start dating. Ellaria had won. Willas had joined Rhaenys to celebrate the new year in Dorne and Uncle Doran had commented that he was a “fine young man”. 

As far as many of her Martell relatives were concerned, their wedding was only inevitable.

Only a handful of her Targaryen relatives knew about Willas, with a smaller number knowing how serious they were. Baelor Breakspear, Luke Velaryon, Baela and Rhaena Velaryon-Targaryen, all the younger black sheep of their family. Renly technically counted in this group, but the Baratheon cousins had been long exiled from family gatherings. They were all part of a group chat where they complained about the family and shared news about their lives that their relatives would not approve of. Like Baelor coming out as non-binary, or Luke deciding he wanted to live with his biological father and neither of his parents. Outside of Renly, none of her cousins had met Willas, but many of them quite approved of him. He was a kind man and unlike many of the men Rhaegar (and their relatives) wanted Rhaenys to date, he cared about the lives of the average person.  

Rhaenys finished packing her clothes, including a new dress in green and orange that was a nod to her Martell heritage and the fact she was due to join the Tyrells, when her phone rang again. She didn’t even have to check the screen to know it was her father. Rhaegar would undoubtedly want to try and talk her into coming along, to ensure his children could be pulled back into the family fold. Rhaenys ignored the call and busied herself with picking out jewellery to take on the trip. Moments later the phone rang again, this time with Lyanna’s ringtone. Despite everything, Rhaenys did somewhat get along with her step-mother and was pleased Lyanna was finally divorcing her father. She had yet to move out of Rhaegar’s gaudy townhouse in central King’s Landing, so Rhaenys let the call ring out just in case. She and Lyanna had set up a system when she was a teenager to ensure Rhae would know when it was actually her step-mother and not her father trying to trick her. The tone indicating that she’d got a new voicemail proved her suspicions correct. She stepped back to her bed and deleted the message without listening. 

Something something, family reputation, something something, I want what’s best for you…

She had just finished closing the final zipper on her case when one final call came through: Jon. Technically yet another Aegon to add to the list, he’d always been Jon amongst the family and most tended to forget what his birth certificate said. Rhaenys answered, peering out the window to see if Renly was waiting outside. With Willas already in Highgarden she was being driven up in a van Renly was hiring for the weekend. Apart from Rhaenys, he was also picking up Margaery and her new girlfriend from the university. 

“Hi Jon. Did Dad put you up to this?” she asked, stepping back from the window. Vhagar, a rather pampered hound, nudged his head under Rhaenys’ hand. She gave him a quick pat before sitting on the floor to allow him to drape over her lap.

“Actually, no. Although Mum is now yelling at him for taking her phone again,” Jon replied with an awkward chuckle.

“I was actually wondering… are you going to the thing this weekend?” Jon had never really felt welcome among the Targaryens, and Rhaenys knew he preferred to hang around her, Egg or Dany rather than try to mix with the rest of their relatives.

“I’m not, sorry. But Egg will be there. So will Dany, I think. She said something about wanting to introduce everyone to a new member of the family,” she replied, continuing to pat Vhagar. 

“Oh, right. Well… have fun at whatever you’re going to!” his tone sounded a little forced.

“Um, Rhae? I think I know why the event is happening… I… I’m not really close to Aunt Saera…” Rhaenys didn’t bother trying to hide her smile. She was entirely certain this was due to the Stark influence in his life.

“I haven’t checked lately to see if there are any changes, but I think everyone was wearing something purple? I’ll add you to the group chat,” Rhaenys explained. There weren’t many of them; just those few family members who weren’t so in awe of Grand-Uncle Jaehaerys that they failed to see the giant red flags. Even though she wasn’t going to be present, Rhaenys had packed a purple scarf she was going to wear during the garden party itself where all the photographers from all the various papers could see her. On the other end of the phone, Jon huffed a sound of relief.

“Thanks… as soon as Mum explained what the court case was about, I just knew…” he began.

“I know. I think she really appreciates knowing that even a handful of us support her,” Rhaenys said. She was about to ask how he was handling the divorce when she heard a beep from on the street. 

That would be Renly.

“Sorry, have to go. I’ll text you later,” she said. After saying her goodbyes, Rhaenys hung up and convinced Vhagar to get off. She gave all her animals one last pet, grabbed her case and handbag before shouting a general goodbye to her cousin Sarella and left the house. Renly stood by the back of the van, ready to help her stow her case. He was tall and broad shouldered like his older brother, Robert, but lacked the bulk the eldest Baratheon was known for. Like Rhaenys, he was darker skinned than most of their relatives although he lacked the purple eyes that marked a Targaryen. Renly had dressed with a road trip in mind; track-suit pants, faded university tee and flip flops. His locs were piled on top of his head in a haphazard bun. Renly grinned when he saw her, giving her a tight hug before opening the boot and hauling her case inside. 

“Ready to go?” he asked. Rhaenys nodded, helping him close the boot.

“Did you get the threatening messages from Maegor, Daemon and Aemond?” she asked. Renly rolled his eyes, leaning against the van.

“You mean the Brothers Edge? Yeah. Just deleted the messages. Not like we’re super close to the rest of the family, are we? Like… Great Grandfather Orys doesn’t even talk to his siblings,” he replied. Most people tended to forget that the Conquerors had a half-brother called Orys. He’d been by their side while Great Grandfather Aegon was first running for public office, right up until he’d retired and created the sole airline in Westeros. Orys remained for a while before selling his shares in the company and started his own business. These days Orys Baratheon lived in his wife’s family estate and stayed out of the limelight. Rhaenys privately respected the old man for staying away from his siblings’ bullshit.

With a bow Renly opened the door to the back for Rhaenys and she climbed in with a bow and a grin.

“Hey Rhae! Have you met Sansa? I’ve finally convinced her to come around to meet the rest of the family,” Margaery said, offering a wave in greeting. She had occupied the first row of seats in the back of the van along with a red-haired girl maybe a year or two younger than her. She recognised her from a few of Jon’s pictures on Ravenscroll. She must have been one of his Stark cousins. Rhaenys smiled, offering a wave.

“I haven’t. Hi Sansa. I’m Rhaenys Martell-Targaryen,” she said. Sansa smiled shyly, returning the wave.

“Hi Rhaenys… Jon’s told me all about you,” Sansa said. Rhaenys grinned, claiming the second row for herself. She waved to Loras in the passenger seat, who returned her wave with a grin. Rhaenys pulled out her phone and snapped a quick selfie before sending it to Willas with the message: on my way!!! 

As Renly pulled out of the driveway, Willas sent his own selfie from the garden with his hound Florys. Underneath he had written: Can’t wait to see you… Rhaenys grinned happily, warmth rising in her chest. The drive out of King’s Landing was surprisingly quick, largely due to the fact they’d left before peak hour and had missed the majority of traffic. Once they were on the Kingsroad, it would be a straightforward trip up to Highgarden. Rhaenys settled back in her seat, allowing the chatter of the radio and the other conversations to wash over her. She was close to dozing off when she felt someone shake her shoulder to rouse her. Rhaenys blinked, holding back a yawn. Sansa made an apologetic face.

“Sorry. There’s something on the news about your family? Renly said you’d want to hear it…” she said. Rhaenys nodded, stretching her arms above her head. 

“...and in breaking news, Saera Targaryen, the daughter of respected politician Jaehaerys Targaryen, is bringing a civil case against her father and mother for claims of abuse…” the newsreader announced. Rhaenys looked down at her phone, noticing a new message in the group chat for Saera’s supporters from Uncle Vaegon.

Ooops… I might have told a reporter….

A few moments later, there was a new message from Saera.

Well… Grandma can’t deny it now.

[cyberabbit]

since i'll probably have a lot more free time on my hands for the next couple of months minimum, this is an open invitation to send me your sk8 headcanons and i'll write them out, just like i used to!

bonus points for matchablossom especially disabled, neurodivergent, age regressor and/or trans matchablossom!

[rabbitdarling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Inception (2010) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception) Characters: Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception), Original Characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Getting Together, Not Beta Read, Tattoos Summary:

There's a lot hidden beneath Arthur's suits and it's been years since anyone of importance has seen his secrets; not since Mal. All it takes is a failed job and an unwanted dunk in a river to lead him to a new beginning. To end the chase that's been on going for too long that in his insecurity he hadn't figured out how to end it.

Thankfully the end found him.

(Original Title: Remember don't scratch...)

[therabbitwarren-exposed]

I miss my mom but not the woman who’s calls I never pick up

I miss before I knew her first name, and I miss when she would braid my hair and didn’t use my name as a threat

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

Dr. Blaze, like all good supervillains, has a nemesis. One that he hates, of course. The Canary is always meddling in his plans to be evil after all! Supervillains don't like their nemeses. Except, for some reason, no one believes him that he despies the guy! Sure the Canary takes him seriously when no one else does and laughs at his jokes and has these bright brown eyes that light up when he figures out how to escape Tango's traps and… and Tango might, just maybe, like the Canary more than he thought. Well, now he has a new problem: confessing those feelings.

Participated in @mcytrecursive event and wrote this for @aistandardcherry. It was lovingly inspired by @onawhimsicot's Tangotek Evil Incorporated, and so if you haven't read Tangotek Evil Incorporated yet it is an absolute must!

[rabbit-harpist]

beloved rabbit hello!! o// <3

ohhhh many intriguing options for WIP game. can i choose two? im gonna choose two. you pick!! (or do both. no complaints here that's fs.): "ordem fic (lizago)" [<-i love them] and/or "tallulah-chayanne-vigilante-au" [<-i also love them].

o// queride curly!!

certainly! here’s liz and thiago, post aop (i also love them), and i’ll tag you in a second post for the vigilante au. this is the entirety of what i wrote, in my mind one of the first conversations they have after thiago’s recovery.

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”Are you…” she trails off, unsure what to say.

Thiago seems to understand. “I’m still with the Order, yeah.” He laughs hollowly. “They seem to need everyone they can get, and I can’t just go back to everyday life.” He looks up, meeting her eyes for the first time. “Are you?”

Liz says nothing for a moment. She doesn’t know how to go back to normal life either, in an apartment that feels that much more empty, in a life that she can only see as hollow.

She doesn’t know how to put into words that his choice has determined her own.

”Yes,” she says. “I’m staying.” She shrugs. “It’ll be find. We know what to expect now, don’t we?”

Thiago leans on an elbow, staring out the window. “Yeah,” he says.

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[welcometothewarren]

devouring pt 1

god wants what i have,

the meat of me and the devotion both,

each extracted by way of splitting me open down the middle.

redwet and writhing

(you little heartthrob)

fish in a net, gutted

and laid out,

you ravening god, you opener of locks, you, with a warning:

"don't feed me, i'll come back"

and me with my flesh already speared on morton's fork,

what else is there but this?

i am all liver and hurt, self-sacrificing throatcut animal of my body bled out for your cup,

and will you raise it up?

will you boast over the libation?

will you keep my knucklebones in your dice bag like a holy relic,

will you take me to the mouth of the labyrinth,

will you bend my ear,

will you unpick the wave and particle,

(not a drop wasted,)

and bind it to the loom?

[rabb-te]

The Xuanwu cave, and Orchids instinct when faced with a powerful beast

It's certainly not to cower.

[rabbit-eclipsed]

HARMONIA

The Prologues: Anna

Anna Arensen was bouncing on her toes. She felt like she was walking on air. This was the beginning of her fairytale!

Anna hugged the letter - written by one Celestia Alcorn - to her chest and twirled around, feeling very much like she wanted to break into song. She could hardly remember what it was like outside of her family’s manor. Mother and Father had been so worried of some threat that they dare not even describe around her that Anna had grown up homeschooled, even. But they had reassured her that it would not be forever.

When they’d died two short years earlier, Anna’s grief had swallowed up all of her dreams of leaving. Her world felt like it had collapsed in on itself. It was something she doubted she’d ever truly heal from. But the sun shone just a little bit brighter this year and now Anna was filled with hope.

Aunt Gerda and Uncle Kai had taken over since then. They weren’t really Anna’s aunt and uncle - just very close to her parents. So close that Anna’s middle name was “Gerda.” “Anna Gerda Arensen.” So close that they were fostering Anna and her sister now.

Anna knew that she had at least two biological aunts. She’d seen photos of them posing with her father when they were younger. But they lived very far away. So far away, in fact, that they could not come live in the manor. Thus, raising the children was a task Aunt Gerda and Uncle Kai had taken on.

The manor was sprawling. It reminded Anna of a castle. Whenever she was lonely, sometimes she would imagine that she was a princess waiting on her prince to come and rescue her, just like in her storybooks. Then there was the time Anna had broken her leg from trying to climb up to the rooftop to play-fight an imaginary dragon. She tried not to think about that and hoped no one else did, either.

But back to the prince! He wore many faces. Sometimes his face was taken out of a storybook. Other times, it was of a cartoon character. Often, it was of the pop stars and actors whose faces she had plastered on her bedroom walls - the ones she hoped no one realized that she sometimes would make conversation with. Anna knew that she would never find her prince if she spent her entire life here. It didn’t matter how large her family’s estate was!

So to get a letter telling her that she was magic and that she’d be going to school somewhere far, far away from here? It was almost unbelievable. She had to take the letter to her godparents right away!

“Aunt Gerda! Uncle Kai!” Anna yelled before turning a corner a little too sharply and barreling right into Uncle Kai.

“Omph!” she exclaimed as she fell, before feeling his hand reach for hers and pull her up.

“What’s all this, Anna?” he asked.

Anna bounced on her heels again. “Look, look, look!” she exclaimed as she shoved the letter into his hands.

Uncle Kai’s eyebrows knitted together as he read the letter. The color drained from his face. He glanced at Anna, then at the letter, then back at Anna.

“Is it real?” she asked. “Am I really magic?”

“I need to speak to your aunt for a moment,” was all that he said in response.

Anna waited a good half-hour for her uncle to return, this time with her aunt in tow.

Aunt Gerda was carrying a piping hot mug of Anna’s favorite tea and a tin of Piroulines. Which usually wasn’t a great sign. Anna deflated a little.

“No need to pout, my dear,” Aunt Gerda reassured her. “Our conversation just might be a little long is all.”

Anna nodded and took a sip of the tea. “So Uncle Kai filled you in?”

“Yes.”

“The letter isn’t some mean prank or anything, is it?”

Aunt Gerda laughed a little. “No, it’s genuine.”

Anna’s eyes widened in delight. “So that means magic is really real!” Before she could say anything else, a thought crossed her mind. “Did Mother and Father know?” she asked in a very small voice.

Aunt Gerda hesitated before nodding. “Yes, Anna. They did.”

“Why didn’t they ever tell me?”

Her aunt pulled her close, stroking her right pigtail. “When you were very small, something very bad involving magic happened. That’s all I can say, I’m afraid. Your mother and father made us vow to never speak of it out of fear something bad would happen if you knew. Or if any magic touched you at all.”

“But I have magic.”

“You do.”

“So no one can keep it away from me, can they?”

Aunt Gerda shook her head. “There’s no way your parents would have wanted you to go to that school, but do you know what I think? I think learning to keep your magic under control would be better for you than just letting it… fester. But since I’m not your mother, I won’t make the decision for you, Anna. Listen to your heart and then you can decide if you want to go to the academy or not.”

Anna’s heart had already made up its mind the minute she’d seen her name written on the creamy white envelope. She was going to Harmonia.

NOTES

I love playing with tone in my writing. I hope that this did an effective job of showing Anna’s character.

Even if I didn’t say it in this chapter, Agnarr/Adair’s sisters are Arianna (the queen from Tangled) and her sister from Tangled the Series. Anyone who thought Arianna and Iduna look alike should seriously consider an appointment with an optometrist. No, but in all seriousness, the only things that they have in common are that they’re fair skinned and have brown hair. And even then, they don’t have very similar skin tones or hair colors. Agnarr bears a STRIKING resemblance to Arianna, though. His hair has similar undertones to hers, his eyes look almost identical to hers, even his skin tone is closer. When Frozen II shows him as a kid, he even looks a lot like Rapunzel.

The tea Anna drinks in this chapter is an herbal berry tea. If you even care.

Also, Elsa’s middle name is Kaia after Kai. (But secretly to allude to the fact that she’s the Kai analogue in the original Frozen)

[girddlepatchilles]

So I wrote a thing. Because I love these two middle aged gays and I want more of their relationship.

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Part 2