PSA For Moon Helios

hi!! do you have any rules for the requests?? like no smut or something like that??

Not really, I’m pretty good with everything! 🥰🥰🥰

Requests

I am currently taking dead boy detective requests. I take MONTY!!!! Charles, Edwin, crystal, Niko, Jenny, and any other characters you can’t think of. I super bummed about the show’s cancellation but I will be keeping this fandom alive!!!!!!!! I will also be continuing my Monty x reader fic and I’m planing a sleeping beauty au after I finish it.

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Act I ~ Prince Caspian

Cast

Princess Y/n Novas the Resilient of the Star fairies 

“The only reason your head is not on one of those spikes, is because they are reserved for the murders of my family.” 

“I am what you made me!”

Prince Caspian of Telmar

“Dance with me. Dance with me and pretend that nothing else in the world matters.” 

“Love has always been a death sentence hasn’t it?”

High King Peter the Magnificent of Narnia

“Are you still a King if your people are in ruins? If they follow a new ruler?”

“Stand tall general, you’ve still got a battle to finish.”

High Queen Susan the Gentle of Narnia

“I suppose it’s hard to forget your past when it’s written all over your body.”

“I will miss you dearly, I didn’t have a friend like you last time.”

King Edmund the Just of Narnia 

“We are quite alike, except I had family to save me. You didn’t.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia

“You’re a lot like her, same ferocity.”

“I’m just a beautiful as you now.”

Divider credit goes to @diviniyae

A/n: Every act will have ten chapters that will cover each movie. I will be doing Prince Caspian, the dawn treader and the last act will be of my own storyline. I know a lot of people don’t like the dawn reader movie but I love it. Also the chapters will be a bit longer then the others.

The royal family of the Star fairies cast

Trigger warnings: Blood, Murder, war crimes?, mentioned of s/a, torture, self loathing, survivors guilt, angst, ptsd, trauma, depression, smut, death, suicidal thoughts

Taglist @avatarobsessedgirly , @twinkletwinklenotastar

You don’t have request for the Darkling? Let me fix that (:

Someone wants to hurt Alek by kidnaping the reader so, Alek saves her and he’s mad AF

Touch her and die

a/n: I love writing over protective partners and stuff so I loved this. Also reader is a bit chaotic cause why not. Also made reader a Tidemaker.

Warning: kidnapping, language, blood, grisha hate, kinda bratty reader? Aleks goes psycho mode, injuries, drüskelle, mentions of Aleks and readers age gap

Aleksander Morozova x fem! Reader

It was an unspoken rule for all grisha, for all ravka, for everyone to not hurt his lover. It was no great secret that the Darkling, the Black general himself was absolutely smitten by his favorite Tidemaker. With her pretty e/c eyes and a pout on her rose colored lips she could get anything she wanted from her general.

His Tidemaker had grown up in a village boardering Fjerda, so grisha testers weren’t common to go there. In secret her older brother, also a Tidemaker taught her the ways of the grisha. Unfortunately a little ways after her nineteenth birthday drüskelle invaded her village and he brother died saving her life.

She ran through the thick forests of ravka with no idea where to go as they chased her when he appeared. His shadows cut through the drüskelle and not long after that the darkling infatuation with his Tidemaker became apparent.

Now his Tidemaker strut into the meeting he conducted, she was late. She walked right up to his side with a smile and adjusted some of the toy soldiers as he spoke. Then she walked right over to Zoya, who shock her head at her friend’s brazenness.

“You’re late, L/n.” Zoya muttered as she drew over the Ravkan maps. Y/n giggled softly as he began to help Zoya. Aleksander would glance back over at the pair every so offten. His Tidemaker clad in a black kefta with teal embroidery. He loved that she so proudly wore his color.

Her and Zoya began to giggle about something, probably a comment she’d made when one of the king advisors cleared his throat.

“Miss L/n have you something to add?” He asked cutting off the girls chatter. The room went quiet as she went stiff. Ivan and Fedyor shared a quick look as their generals eyes darkened. His tone was snobbish and rather rude.

He spoke as if he was better than she was, and it made her almost want to laugh as she turned. Slowly she made it back to the main table with the toy soldiers, this was a different plan than the one she’d just arranged. It was horrible and would lead to the deaths of many grisha.

Y/n would not sacrifice her soldiers when she could do better. Quickly she fixed up the arrangement with an empty look, Aleksander watched her in awe. As she finished she turned to the advisor with the same snobbish looked he’d given her.

“It seems you needed some assistance, don’t worry sir for I will always be there to fix the mistakes.” Y/n mocked as she bowed her head slightly. Aleksander chuckled slightly and moved a stray hair behind her ear. Such an open act of affection for his Tidemaker was nothing new, but for him to do it after she’d humiliated one of the king’s advisor was a risky move.

“Although Miss L/n was late she has fixed this plan to ensure the safety of all the grisha going into this battle. For that I am most grateful.” He amused as he stared at her. She smiled cheekily as she returned to Zoya’s side, a confident sway to her hips.

This was the last time Aleksander had seen her that day.

……………………

It was no secret that the darkling had a great many enemies, but as the fist collided with her face for the hundredth time, Y/n was growing tired. The kings advisor, whatever his name was had hired drüskelle of all people to kidnap her.

Of course her hands were bound apart and she was tied to the chair. She was surprised they hadn’t just killed her but she didn’t care. She was growing bored of all the punches. Her face was bruised, the right side more then the left, her lip busted, and she was sure at least one of her ribs were broken.

“It’s not to late to get me go you know.” She mumbled as she dropped her head back. Her hands quietly attempting to undo her cuffs.

“Drüsje your pleading for your life will not work.” The tallest announced. She sighed softly, he would come for her. If she was dead by the time he found her she knew all of Fjerda would pay.

“It would just be in your best interest.”

They all laughed and she joined in. Let them laugh, it’ll probably be the last time they do. She though softly.

“We will end you, and then we will break the darkling.” Y/n nodded softly at there words as they smashed their fist into her side. She groaned as she felt a rib snap.

“Then kill me, what is it you are afraid of?” Y/n taunted. They all froze, one of them brought there axe dangerously close to her neck.

“Will you not beg for your life?”

“Take it if it pleases you. It is not me who suffers when I’m gone.” They didn’t know what to say to that. They had heard the talks of the darkling whore. How she could boil the blood, pull the water from your body, freeze your nerves. But the women in front of them didn’t look the dangerous type.

“You aren’t the confident whore of the darkling we’ve heard tales of. You are just his pet he plays with from time to time.” Her face hardened at those words. She was not dressed in his color to be watered down to a simple whore. She smiled charming as she began to un click the cuffs.

“Most women aren’t as crude as you, they are modest.” Y/n giggled softly. She saw the shadows begin to move.

“Unfortunately for everyone I will keep doing whatever the fuck I want.”

Y/n snapped her cuffs and rolled her chair causing it to hut the ground. The shadows form into the cut and swore through the air above her. The shadows surrounded her till the familiar frame of her Sasha towered over her.

“Would mind untying these ropes?” Y/n uttered softly slumping against the grounds, her confident persona gone. The ropes were off and Aleksander pulled his Tidemaker to her feet. His hand clutched her face as he brought her in for a messy and passionate kiss.

She moaned softly into the kiss as he held her face. His hands slowly began to trail down and she pulled away with a wince.

“What is it?” Aleksander whispered as she clung to him.

“I think they broke a few ribs.” She whined as she lean into his frame for support. From the outside of the cabin she heard a few grunts, a scream or two and then silence. Aleksander placed his cloak around her shoulder in hopes of warming her.

“My healers will attend to you when we get back.” He placed a kiss to her head and began to pepper her hairline with kisses. The fear was evident in his eyes at her body. His eyes scanned her bruised face and body, her busted lip, the blood dripping down the side of her arm.

He hated that she’d gotten hurt so badly before he could save her. By the looks of her cuffs she was half way there in her own. With a slight waddle she made it to the door, with protest from her lover she pushed them opens, her jaw hit the ground.

Blood and carnage surround the cabin where she was kept. She limped her way through the bodies as Aleksander trailed behind her. Ivan, Fedyor, Zoya, and the twins were there.

“What happened out here?”

No one answered as Zoya hugged Y/n, attempting and failing to be cautious of her ribs. Aleksander pulled Y/n away after allowing Zoya to hug her, he didn’t want her to far.

“I thought they’d killed you… I lost my temper.” Aleksander admitted as he picked Y/n into his arms. Y/n stared at him for a moment.

“If this is what you do when you’re out of control, I’d hate to see what you do when you are.” Fedyor laughed softly as Ivan swatted at his husband. Y/n’s words were true. There wasn’t a thing in the world there general wouldn’t do for his precious Tidemaker.

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I had another idea in regards to Percy or Percabeth. So, in House of Hades, we see Percy literally control a goddesses tears & poison to pretty much kill her before she can kill him & Annabeth; the only reason he doesn’t kill her is because Annabeth doesn’t want either of them to endure the potential consequences of what killing a goddess could entail— some people have said she was scared of Percy, but others said she was more scared for Percy. Either way, imagine if Percy did something like this again, but to one of the reader’s (gender neutral or male, and I’m thinking child of Apollo or Aphrodite, something like that) friends or siblings or something, and Annabeth doesn’t stop him; maybe the reader tried to break up with them, or just did something that made Percabeth feel the reader needed to be taught a lesson. Obviously this would be dark/yandere Percabeth again as opposed to normal cause y’know, they’d never do something like that unless they were crazy. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this and write my different requests & ideas; have a great day :)

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Misery the Truest Way of Love

A/n hope you enjoy, it’s been a while since I’ve read house of hades so I hope most of this is right, if not it’s the magic of this fic. No problem, I’m working on the other one, I just haven’t had much time to watch tv as of late. Also reader has hair.

Warnings: Death, Yandere behaviors, Anxiety, Choking, murder as a use of punishment

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All Characters are aged up to 18 plus

Yandere Percabeth x Gender neutral! Reader

The choking noises of Sorian as she chocked on her own blood. Y/n dropped to the ground as their body quivered. Percy’s eyes burned with a furry Y/n had never seen before. Annabeth moved to Y/n’s side and griped their shoulders tightly.

“Per…..Percy sto-p…” Y/n’s voice comes out hoarse and rough. Annabeth keeps a strong grip on Y/n as she watches Percy. Percy doesn’t stop as Sorian claws at her throat her treat pouring out of her sullen eyes. Y/n tried to shrug Annabeth off themself but she held tightly. Y/n looked up at Annabeth, their eyes filled with fear. Sorian dropped as blood pooled from her mouth. Y/n tried to get out of Annabeths iron grip but to no avail.

“Please! Stop it! She hasn’t done anything!”

Percy let out a noise of disappointment and shock his head softly. His hair bounced softly as he sent his charming boyish smile. Annabeth hummed softly petting Y/n’s hair. Sorian gurgled as she began to go red.

“Hasn’t done anything? Come on Sunshine.” Percy paused her playful tone turning sinister. “Wasn’t little miss Sorian trying to convince you to break up with us?”

Y/n froze as Annabeth’s hands dug into their scalp. Y/n whispered in pain as Annabeth tugged onto their hair.

“You wouldn’t have listened to her? Would you?” Annabeth taunted softly. Percy shot a quick look to Annabeth and she quickly released her grip on Y/n’s hair. Percy didn’t want to hurt Y/n, their little sunshine just needed to learn to be good. That’s all, and if the lesson could be learned by getting rid of Sorian, then that would be the lesson.

“N-no, I wouldn’t have listened! Please, Perc…. Annie… please stop!” Y/n pleaded with her lovers. Sorian’s skin went purple and Y/n tried to claw Annabeth off her. Annabeth and Percy shared a smile and the Sorian stopped moving. She stopped choking. Sorian just stopped.

Annabeth let go of Y/n and allowed them to crawled over to their dead sister. Y/n’s tears cloudier her eyes as she held tightly onto their older sister.

“Don’t cry baby, Sorian was trying to keep you away from us.” Annabeth comforted softly and she kissed Percy’s cheek. Percy leaned down kissing under Y/n’s chin, he licked at their salty tears with a smirk.

“Sunshine, don’t you understand. You’re ours, and nothing will keep you from us.”

With Percy’s words Y/n could only think misery is the truest form of love.

𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜

John Wick x child!fem! Reader.

Series Trigger Warnings: Child abuse, abandonment issues, self harm, self hatred, depression, religious trauma, murder, gore,

Chapter One

The scent of iron and copper stained the area around him as he lay in the ground. His dark irises looked up at the barrel of the gun in front of his head. Corpses laid around his as he breathed softly. 

With every dawn a pupillus is brought home

The girl that stood before him was dressed in an all black suit, perfectly tailored to her. Her hair sleeked back in a ponytail and braided. Her eyes cold and hard, like a killers should be. She couldn’t have been older than ten.

Her face still held that childlike glow that most kids her age had. Her Glock was firmly between his eyes. The man she’d shot before, laid dead at her feet. 

“Ты Баба Яга?” The girl asked, her voice that of a pure innocent child. (Are you Baba Yaga?)

With every dusk a pupillus is dead. 

John stared at her and he slowly stood up. Her gun trailed him as he towered over her. 

“Yeah.” The girl hummed softly. In a swift movement her gun was in a holster at her side. She let out a small sigh.

“Good, I’m your pupillus.” John froze. A pupillus? A child bought, taken, given and molded into a killer. Only the High Table could grant a person an pupillus. Never in all his life would he think that the High Table would gift him one. 

With every star a pupillus conquerors

John nodded softly as he moved a corpse out of her way. She moved next to him in a flash, almost inhumanly fast. 

“You got a name kid?” John pondered softly as he began to walk away from the bloody scene. The girl trailed behind him, he couldn’t even hear her steps.

“No.”

John rubbed his face as he opened the door to his car for her. She slide into the car quickly and sat quietly. As John shut the car door he groaned softly. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t want to have to take care of a kid. But the High Table saw him fit he supposed.

“I like Y/n, think it’s pretty.” John mumbled as they drove towards the Continental. The girl didn’t answer, only furrowed her brow. 

“Yes it is pretty.” The girl agreed monotoned. As John drove he would glance at her. She stared out at the city with a small spark in her eyes, liked she’d never seen so many lights before. The girl didn’t speak, she didn’t move, to John it didn’t even look like she was breathing.

She looked almost alien to him. Not that she looked strange but she acted strange. She wasn’t like any child John had ever know, and he supposed she wasn’t. Pupillus were meant to hide in plain sight, she certainly looked like a child….. just not her eyes. 

With every comet a pupillus falls

John didn’t know it then but this girl would change his entire life. He would name her, he would love her, he would care for her, and she in turn…. Would destroy for him.

…………………..

The wind howled as rain poured down onto Helen’s coffin. Many red roses fell on top of the lowered coffin. Held in a delicate hand was a white rose. 

The white rose fell on top of the coffin. Y/n’s e/c eyes were glassed over but no tears fell. Her eyes red and her cheeks flushed. Her body was drown in rain, she hoped that the rain would wash her sorrow away.

Never had she felt like this, this loss, this pain. She didn’t like it. She’d lost many people, many of her fellow pupillus, she mourned, she pleaded with god to send them back. 

But this pain was different, this pain grew and grew, not into hatred like it normally would, it just grew more painful. Her black dress was soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. 

A large hand landed on her shoulder, gently guiding her away from the coffin. A shadow fell over her, he held his umbrella over her. His dark eyes full of sadness as he looked all away. 

“Y/n?” John whispered, his forming towering over the seventeen year old. 

“Все хорошее умрет.” Y/n mumbled hopelessly (All good things will die). John froze as he lead her away. Her face was masked by with a blank look. The rain poured down into the pair as they walked together in sync. 

Y/n’s irises were planted on the ground as John walked her over to their car. John looked up and saw and old friend of his. He bent down planting kiss her cheek. Y/n didn’t react, she didn’t move, hell John couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. 

John signed softly as he closed her door and walked over to Marcus. He didn’t know how to help her, she’d never been so closed off with him. As a pupillus emotions other than rage weren’t allowed.

Their pain was molded to hate, their love turned to despair, their happiness vanished and they became pupillus. A child made to kill and only to kill. John could remember all the times that Y/n held not mercy for her opponents. Her ruthlessness knew no bounds, her mind didn’t know what to do now.

.…………………

John hit the ground with a thud. He coughed up blood as he pushed himself up. He looked back at the man he was trying to kill. 

His eyes were wide, his body covered in his own and others blood. This job would pay a million so John was determined to kill him. 

The man charged at him, John slammed into the wall, it cracked under him. The man’s hand went around his throat lifting him off his feet.

“Not so dangerous now are you. Baba Yaga?” He taunted. John couldn’t move, he was pinned. The air began to leave his lungs, he didn’t stop trying to get the man off himself. 

Suddenly he was ripped away, John fell right to the ground. The man staggered to his feet from the ground. His eyes stared right into the cold ones of Y/n as she stood in front of John. 

“I told you to stay in the car.” John rasped. Y/n shrugged annoyed as she charged at him. The man was fast enough to catch her. Her legs wrapped around his, pulling the larger man to the ground.

“Вам нужна была помощь.” Y/n voiced getting in the man’s chest. (You needed help.)

Y/n’s smaller first pummeled into the man face over and over. John looked away coughing softly. 

“English, Y/n.” He muttered as he stood. The man struggled under Y/n, but her fist kept going. Her knuckles began to bleed and bruise. John walked over to her with a limp. 

“Enough Y/n.” She didn’t stop. “Y/n enough.” 

By the time John caught her fist the man was dead. John sighed uneasily as he pulled Y/n away. Blood was splattered over her face, hair, clothes and her hands. The man’s face was punched in, it looked unnatural. 

“I told you to wait in the car.” She didn’t answer. She wouldn’t look at him, he could tell she was upset. 

“Y/n? Won’t you look at me?” John asked gently. He knelt down to her height, for a ten year old she was rather short. He took the side of her bloody face and guided her to look at him. Her eyes didn’t move from the floor.

It had been months of back and forth with Y/n. She didn’t have any moral compass. She didn’t know what to do in any situation that wasn’t murder.

“Умная девушка? Please look at me.” John smile softly as she brought her e/c eyes to his. (Smart girl.)

“I don’t understand why you’re always so upset when I help you.” She mumbled bitterly. John sighed softly, truthfully he didn’t either. In the Ruska Roma he would do the same. Watching Y/n kill didn’t seem right to John. 

In the few months that Y/n was under his care he’d grown to love her. The way her eyes would light up when she’d see something new. Slowly he guided her away from the blood scene, her head was cast down. 

By the time they entered the car Y/n hadn’t looked at him once. As they left John glanced over at her, she was curled up into herself. A permanent glare plastered on her innocent face. Her eyes held anything but innocence.

Y/n grabbed the rager that John held out to her with a small sigh. She wiped the blood from her hands before throwing the rag in the glove box. John roll his eyes and  pull the rag back out, wiping her face.

“You’re driving!” Y/n protested. John rolled his eyes as he finished.

“You’re covered in blood.” He mumbled as they continued to sit in silence. She turned from him, not caring for all the blood. As they pulled up to the Continental, Y/n hopped out before John even cut the gas. 

“Shit! Y/n!” John yelled but Y/n just pulled her back out for the trunk and walked into the building. She wouldn’t go much further than the front entrance, still believing she’d be punished. No matter how much John would try and convince Y/n she wouldn’t be punished for simply needed space.

As John handed his keys to the man standing there, grabbed his bag and followed after her. Y/n stood near the entrance to the pupils training arena. A boy around her age with tanned skin, black curls, and brown eyes talked softly to her.

Her eyes shoot in to John’s and sighed softly as she made her way back over to him. The boy she was with glared sharply at him. 

“Am I permitted to go to the training arena?” John nodded his head softly as he checked the pair in. John took her bag and pulled out her training clothes out.

“Here.” Y/n knew that meant her wanted her to change. She nodded softly as left to changed. The boy with her watched every move like a hawk, John didn’t like that. 

Y/n was by his side before he could blink, she was changed, hair pulled out of her face and still covered in blood. John sighed taking her dirty clothes and cleaned the side of her face.

Y/n jerked away slightly, not used to such dangerous hands being so kind to her. The boy shot off the wall, hatred in his eyes. John wanted to laugh at him. 

“Here it’s your room key. When will you be back?” Y/n shrugged.

“Later.”

“Eat someone before you get back please.” She nodded at his request and turned away. The boy pulled her close the second her got and pull her into the training arena.

“How goes re-raising a child?” John sent a glare to Winston as he approached him.

“I’m not re-raising her.” Winston raised his brow. 

“So you’re not trying to pull her away from her nature?”

“Being a killing machine is not her nature.” Winston smirked softly as he nodded his head. John glared and turned away. 

………………………

Y/n stared out the window as people avoided her like a plague. Maybe she was a plague, maybe she this was all her fault. Maybe if she hadn’t stayed Helen  would still be here. Maybe this was gods way of punishing her for disobeying her life’s purpose.

Thinking she could have a mundane life after all the bloodshed she’d caused. The pain, the heartache she must have caused her people. A hand on her shoulder pulled her away. John stood over her holding her shoulder.

“He’s here to see you.” Y/n’s blank eyes held his gaze for a while before pulling away. He stood away from very one and sent her a small smile.

“Atlas.”

“Ares.”

“Y/n.” 

He smirked softly at her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

“You’re my Ares.”

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Aizawa and Reader finally meet 🥺🥺🥺. Alice!reader is such a sweetheart, she’s literally my child. I love her so much. All series triggers bellow as always.

Word Count: 867

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

Aizawa slowly seat next to the girl as the strange cat in the air disappears. The girl just stared at Aizawa. Aizawa watched as the girl didn’t move.

“What your name kid?” Aizawa pondered.

The girl tilted her head. A look of confusion covered her face. She looked like she had no idea what that was.

“Okay then…. You don’t have a name.” Aizawa said. Aizawa thought to himself for a moment. He had a list of questions in him brain.

“How old are you?” Aizawa asked. The girl thought for a moment then held up eight fingers. Aizawa nodded but a look of shock was on his face. She was so small for an eight year old. Aizawa thought back to what the doctor had said. 

Years of abuse, right that probably why she was so small Aizawa thought to himself. Aizawa looked the girl over. She was a cute kid. She looked like she’d been pulled out of a fairytale.

Long h/c h/t hair that shined in the light. Big and sweet eyes e/c eyes. A doe like face with sweetness writer all over it. 

Minus the all the bandages, and stitches and ugly blue hospital gown. Her hair fell into her face and Aizawa quickly placed it behind her ear. Cheshire appeared ready to attack Aizawa for touching her but stopped.

Y/n’s gaze held no fear, no panic. She looked calm. Aizawa glanced at Cheshire in confusion. The grinning cat just disappeared again. 

“How did all those people die?” Aizawa asked. An emotionless look came over the girls face. 

“Bad people, bad people get bad ends. I gave bad ends.” The girl replied her voice cold and distant. A look of shock took over his face as she spoke. 

No, there was no way she had done all that Aizawa thought. The carnage that occurred at the facility was too horrific for a child to cause. Aizawa focused on how she called them bad people.

“How were they bad people?” Aizawa pondered. The girl merely looked up at him with a small smile and cold eyes. Aizawa felt a chill run up his back. The hospital room became quiet. Her eyes now cold cause fear to strike in Aizawa. They didn’t make the sweet face she had. 

“How about your parents?” Aizawa questioned. All the thoughts were going through his head. Maybe she didn’t have any. Maybe her parents were dead. Maybe she was an orphan.

“Gone.” The girls voice was quiet and soft. The coldness in her eyes disappeared as quickly as it came. Her eyes were filled with a sadness like Aizawa had never seen. Her lip wobbled a little and tears pricked her eyes. 

“Siblings?” Aizawa mumbled his tone soft and comforting. The girl’s lip wobbled even more and her left hand shook. Tears began to fall freely from her face.

“Gone….” Y/n replied softly. Aizawa moved towards her with a small smile. He gently grabbed her hand. Again Cheshire came to attack but paused. Cheshire tilted his head and sat in the top of her hospital bed intrigued.

“What do you mean gone?” Aizawa asked. 

“They’re just gone.”

Aizawa merely nodded at her words. He stared at her. Her small fcae filled with an emotionless expression that Aizawa couldn’t place. She stared down at the blanket around her. She looked to the side of her and her eyes lit up once they landed on the tea pot and cups.

With her left hand reached for the tea pot with a big smile. The moment her hand touch the tea pot it shot up into the air. The tea cups floated near her. The tea pot poured itself into her cup.

The tea cup went to her mouth and with a shake hand she took it. She brought the cup to her mouth and took a sip. The tea was warm and sweet. Aizawa watched with an interested stare. Once she was done her body glowed with a soft blue. 

When she was done she softly blew on her arm. The cast dissolved and her arm was healed. She coped her hands and blew on her leg and the same thing happened. Aizawa stared in awe as the tea pot and cups disappeared.

“What in the world is that tea.” Aizawa pondered. The little girl shrugged gently and  cough gently. Aizawa stared at her for a moment. She look so perfect. A warm feeling flooded inside Aizawa. 

A strange urge to protect her. To feed her, cloth her, and keep her happy overtook him. As she stared at her all her could think was all the things he’d to to protect her. As he stared into her face and idea came into his head.

“Hey kid, I think I know what we’re gonna call you.” Aizawa said pushing some of her hair back again. She tilted her head in confusion.

“How about Y/n Aizawa?” Aizawa asked. 

A small smile made its way onto her face. She likes that name. It was nothing like her old name. This one had a nice ring to it. 

“Like it.” She mumbled. Aizawa ruffles her hair and so it was done.

Y/n Aizawa was born.

Fairy of monsters

Chapter one 

Advesperascit 

(N.) the approaching dark: the evening draws near

A girl with umber hair and blue eyes that have a circle of gold in then, is seen singing in a soft tone. As the water flows from the fossett, while she scrubs a dish with her sponge, she sings.

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.

Brown paper packages tied up with strings.

These are a few of my favorite things.”

Another girl can be seen entering the house. This girl has fiery red hair and the same eyes. Her makeup was messed up, and her shoes were off. But still the girl sang her song.

“Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels.

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.

These are a few of my favorite things.”

The red head went to go upstairs ,but felt the small splash of water to her back.  Turning around the red head glares at the brunette.

“I told mom and dad that you were at the park and would be home late. They believed it thankfully. So Bloom how was the party?” The brunette questions.

“It was fine Alastaria. What are you still doing up. Mom still making you clean the whole first floor after dinner?”Bloom asks her sister. Bloom noticed  her sisters long umber hair was up in a messy ponytail. A black apron on top of her grey checkered shirt with a long black skirt.

“No I had to make muffins for moms workers. I’m cleaning the dish’s. How was Andy, and I have some leftover cake from dinner. It’s calling your name on it. It’s lemon and pistachio.” Alastaria sang to Bloom.

Rolling her eyes bloom makes her way to the counter. A cheeky smile came on Alastaria’s face, and she grabs a plate from the fridge. Alastaria lightly tosses the plate of cake to her sister.

“You know he wants to apologize, you should let him. Do they still hurt” Bloom mumbled with cake in her mouth. Subconsciously Alastaria moved to her left arm and softly grabs her arm. This was all bloom needed to know they still hurt.

“I’m gonna go to bed, you should too. After all I don’t think that you got much sleep last night.”Bloom states. A smile comes on Alastaria’s face as she drys her hands. Walking over to the staircase Bloom and Alastaria walk to there room and lay down to sleep.

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“Wake up sleepy head the suns been up for ages.” The girls mom yells. “Mom five more minutes” Bloom complains. “Your late Bloom” her mother sings. Jumping up bloom yells “school!!”.  Bloom runs around trying  to get ready.

Downstairs Alastaria is pulling out a pan of muffins. She places them in a box, and ties a ribbon around it. The toaster pops up with her dads toast. She grabs it and, Bloom comes downstairs complaining how she never gets to go on holiday by herself.

“Bloom your sister never wants to go on holiday. She always cleans, cooks, bakes, and dose well in her sports. Bloom maybe when we go to the beach you can go somewhere without us okay. Also Bloom how about we show you girls something” Vanessa says.

“Ya just a little something to help you girls get around gardenia.” Mike replies to his wife. He winks at her with a smile. The two girls run out of there house thanking there parents, think they would be getting scoters. Unfortunately the girls only see a red and grey bike in there front yard.

Disappointed the girls walk over to the bikes, but tell there parents thank you. As Bloom ride to the park Alastaria stays behind to talk with her parents.

“Mom I left you orange and cranberry muffins for the flower shop employees. Dad there are some chocolate muffins and blueberries muffins for your firefighter team. Love you have a good day” Alastaria yells.

As Alastaria rides to the park she takes a bite out of a chocolate croissant she grabbed. She entered the park with a sigh Alastaria saw her sister following her rabbit into the woods of the park. Finishing her croissant she ran after Bloom.

Ending up on a different tree Alastaria looked at the sight before you. A girl with blond hair, wings and a staff! Was fighting a bunch of monsters. Suddenly Bloom yelled “Leave her alone!”.  

All at once monsters started to charge at Bloom. “No! BLOOM!” Alastaria screams. This makes some of the monsters charge at her. A burning sensation comes over Alastaria’s eyes right before they get to Close. Bloom made and energy blast while the monsters stop and whispered something at Alastaria.

The monsters around Alastaria ran back to the ogre. Yelling something in there tough, the ogre looked shock at what the monster were saying. The ogre picked up bloom, and Alastaria runs to the blonde.

“Let my sister go!” Alastaria screams. The ogre looks at Alastaria and whispers to low for anyone to hear. But before he puts bloom down bloom blasts him and a dragon silhouette comes out of the orange blast.

Bloom lands on the ground infront of  the blonde and Alastaria. “Wow powerful” the blonde states. The blonde stood up and grabbed her staff and went up to bloom. She asked “You okay? And you are you okay?” Bloom and Alastaria just nod there heads.

“I have my scepter back now you don’t scare me any more” the blonde told the ogre. The blonde blast him and the other monsters attack , while Bloom and Alastaria stare at her in awe. Two monsters go over to the sisters, and rip a piece of there clothes. With the monster running over to the ogre they retreated.

As the blonde says something to Bloom, Alastaria realizes that she understood what the monster said. The monster said “Her Highness is Here” over and over. Alastaria wondered how she knew what they were saying.

Hearing a thud to her left Alastaria looks over, and sees the blonde is unconscious on the ground. Standing up Alastaria runs over to the blonde and shakes her. “Bloom what happed?” Alastaria questions. “She just collapsed!” Bloom explains.

“We need to get her home. Can you take her on your bike?” Bloom asks. Nodding her head Alastaria picked up the blonde. “We’re lucky that I workout and do martial arts. Or we wouldn’t have been able to get her home.”Alastaria teased.

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In another dimension the ogre walk to the middle of three people. “So you failed” one of the witches said. “Not my fault highness. I had the scepter in my hands, but then theses  earthling girls appears and messes everything up.”The ogre explains. “Earthling girls” another witch questions. This witch was very confused on how a earthlIng girl  cause problems.

“Oh but they weren’t any ordinary earthlings, ones got powers she pushed back my gouhls just like that. The other well she was different .” “Interesting describe this them.” the first witch said. “Your glasses were are they!” the third witch yelled.

“Right here highness” the ogre stuttered. Pulling out a pair a glasses he put them on. “Quite theses girl could mean something to us!” The second witch screams. “Don’t worry highness two of my gouls  grabbed this. It’s pieces of there clothes. To us this is nothing but to a hunting troll, it’s an important clue” ogre states.

A blue hunting troll came from the side and  garbs the clothes. After smelling the blue pant piece, the troll smells the black skirt fabric. Only to drop it and yell in his tongue “Highness her highness”.

“Her highness” the first witch sneered. “What do you mean Her highness. Her Highness isn’t supposed to come of another 2,000 years. Plus if Her Highness was alive she would have taken back her kingdom. She would have destroyed Lord Azazel!” she screamed.

“Now mow sister calm down. If Her Highness is truly alive she make be of great help to us. Knut bring us the girls” the second witch explains calmly.

“And don’t let us down!” all three witches yelled.

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As Bloom and there Dad argue Alastaria sits at the blonde girls side. “No no please don’t tell anyone”the blonde says sleepily. “She coming too. How do you feel?” The girls mother asked. The blonde made a sound of confusion. “I’m alright thanks for helping me out” the says.

Taking all the credit Bloom blushes. “Oh it was nothing” Bloom gushes. Sad look comes on Alastaria’s face, as she thinks that the blonde didn’t care that she helped to. “My names Stella, and where is the other girl who helped me” Stella asked. A look of annoyance came on Blooms face as she points to where Alastaria is sitting.

Alastaria just waves at Stella with a smile on her face. “Hello Stella my names Alastaria, and the other girls name is Bloom. She’s my sister. Are you okay? Are you hungry or, do you need some water?” Alastaria questions.

“Should we call your parents dear?” Vanessa asks Stella. Stella just sits up and smiles. “That would be difficult they live in a place a bit far from here. Have you heard of Solaria it’s a kingdom far far away. I’m a fairy you know. I was trying to get to Alfea in the realm of magix” but Stella is cut off by Mike.

“Oh but course I’m calling the police. It doesn’t take a genius to realize this girl is seriously out of her mind!” Mike yells. As he is about to phone the police Stella (who looks very mad) points her finger at the phone. The phone changes into a carrot and a cabbage.

“She not crazy Dad! Look at her clothes! What normals person wears clothes like that! And look at her  hair there is literally a crown thing in it” Alastaria objects.

“Alright you believe me now?”Stella smugly asks. A smirk comes on Alastaria’s face as she looks at Stella. Bloom defense Stella saying “yeah I saw her and I believe her.” Stella  begins to explain that those creatures attacked her, and how she was forced to land here.

“Your daughters saved my life. Bloom pushed back the ghouls with an energy shield. And Alastaria well I don’t know what she did but, the ghouls ran away from her screaming. As if they were scared” Stella cheered.

A smug smiles comes on Blooms lips as she looks at her sister. “Actually I don’t know how I did it.” Bloom sneers. Alastaria just thinks about how the ghouls ran away from her. How they seemed scared. “I don’t think I did anything either. I just looked at them.” Alastaria states. Bloom scoffs at her sister, annoyed as to why Alastaria was trying to make it seem like she had done anything. Bloom believed that she was the one that help Stell not Alastaria.

“A fairy doesn’t need to know how she just does it that’s all” Stella explains. Beaming Bloom gushes “I’m a a Fairy.” Smiling Stella nods her head. “Of course you are don’t tell me your not. Have you registered for the new program at Alfea Castle? It’s the best School for young fairies like you and me” Stella declared.

“If Blooms a fairy what am I?” Alastaria questions. Bloom glares at Alastaria, furious that her sister changed the topic. “Alastaria don’t be rude! Just because I’m special doesn’t mean that you have to be” Bloom states. Alastaria looks down in sadness. “Girls go to your room I need to talk with your Mother!” Mike yells. Mike glares at his wife for not doing anything about what Bloom said to Alastaria. The girls walk to the sisters shared room not noticing the gouhls watching there everyone.

Especially Alastaria!