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Looking for people who wants to help with a TOH fanfic project

Aye! Thanks for stopping by this post! Not sure if you remember this blog (https://www.tumblr.com/kai525h/700824695994548224/the-owl-house-crack-au-new-life-old-scales?source=share), but I can safely say that it has evolved from a simple crackfic idea to a full blown AU!

I've been working the last couple of months to write down the universe and characters of the "New Life, Old Scales" fic, and I'm looking for anyone interested in putting their name on it. Anyone willing to beta read, throw in ideas and simply discuss is welcome, though considering that this is my first ever fic, experience is greatly appreciated.

Just hit me with a DM or a reblog this post with your desire to be a part of the project on it. Thanks for reading!

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A wish you shall not fear, O' Beloved of mine.`` Ahamkara were many things, kind and loving were not of those. Yet now, he looks down to the joyful face of his mate, and feels his heart flutter in a hollow chest.

Arboreal Communion

This was written for a gift fic exchange for @wonderwafles. I was very surprised to be, apparently, the first person to use Luzaku as a character tag on Ao3? With the amount people have been swooning over her online I am so confused. Perhaps she's just not being tagged? I don't know. All I do know is that this makes me want to include her in more things because she's amazing.

Link to read on Ao3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/147310786

Summary: Eris visits Luzaku in the Blooming Deep.

"The Sky greets you."

"Hmmm...."

Light poured in from the roof of the grotto as Luzaku bowed reverently to the god of Vengeance.

Eris Morn approached the thin silver sapling limbs sprouting from the rocks in the centre of the Blooming Deep. Her steps were sure and measured. Luzaku looked upon her with awe.

Behind her, Eris Morn's companion peered out from a large rock. It kept its gun muzzle pointed directly between Luzaku's three eyes.

Luzaku nodded toward the companion in acknowledgement as one would an Acolyte for a revered Hive Wizard. It smiled. The smile was unkind and threatening. Filled with teeth. Luzaku wondered if this was an attempt at expressing friendliness in a cross-cultural way. She suspected otherwise. The gun muzzle did not waver.

Luzaku turned back to the Sky Mother's newest sister as the three-eyed human examined glowing buds on pale spindly branches. She seemed to ignore Luzaku although the Wizard could not help but notice that the strange soulfire enshrouded orb in Eris' hand pulsated with every approaching step she took.

Luzaku slowed her movements and kept her distance so as not to startle the watchful one. Unlike the Bane of the Swarm, it was nervous, its focus coiled tight. 

The god of Vengeance, in contrast, seemed unconcerned, as though Luzaku was not even a threat compared to the hordes she had vanquished. This was something Luzaku knew to be true. Should Crota's Bane desire Luzaku's death, that death would already have come.

"I am told you protect it." Eris spoke after many tense and silent moments.

She did not face or address Luzaku, looking instead to a space beyond the tree, but the intended recipient of her words was clear enough.

"This one's place is here," Luzaku explained. "This one will contemplate. Protect. Plan."

"Plan what?" Eris asked. Her voice demanded response. Luzaku was impressed by how compelling the small fleshy god's utterance was. The latent power beneath the deity's tone was palpable and far larger in stature than her physical form. Despite their size difference, it made Luzaku feel... small.

"This one does not know." She answered truthfully. "Only that this one's plans remain defiant to the all-edged lie."

"Hmmm..." Eris turned. Her three glowing eyes, bound by cloth, looked at Luzaku as though only just noticing her now. Eye to eye to eye. An Acolyte's eyes. Just as Luzaku's had once been.

The god of Vengeance uttered one word, again compelling an answer: "Why?"

This was judgment, then. Luzaku felt herself swell with strength as she replied from her innermost being. She spoke her truth to the Sky Mother's sister plainly and without artifice. Unafraid. Let her be judged. Aiat.

"The Sky... the Light... calls to this one."

The small fleshy god's head tilted to the side, listening.

"We all have our purposes," Luzaku continued. "We are all our own individuals. This one's purpose is here."

The watchful one behind the rock twitched as Luzaku floated near to the tree and splayed her three-fingered hands near the branches, caressing them without touching them.

Eris continued to look up at the Wizard, her expression unreadable.

Luzaku floated back slightly and bowed again to the Bane of the Swarm. Her chitin felt suddenly brittle.

The silence lay thick and heavy between them. Luzaku waited.

Eris Morn took a step forward, removed her glove, and placed her hand on one of the small roots of the young silver tree.

On instinct, Luzaku tentatively reached out her Hive-clawed hand and took hold of one of the silver sapling's upper branches.

Time seemed to slow.

Beneath the bark Luzaku felt a surge of energy welling up from below them both. Sadness. Hope. Relief. A feeling of almost... completion. A rightness. A sense of calm. Gratitude.

Movement on the edge of Luzaku's vision caught her eye and pulled her from this strange arboreal communion.

The Lucent Hive Wizard watched Eris Morn's Acolyte-like companion shift and raise its gun toward her.

Why would it attack now, when the small fleshy god seemed content? Did it perceive Luzaku as a threat? There was no time to react. The companion was so quick, its eyes cold, its expression vicious. The gun fired so fast.

Luzaku let the calm from the tree wash over her as she waited for her death to come, knowing as she did so that any companion of the Sky-Mother's sister would know how to crush her ghost. This was the end, then. She felt only confusion and a small sadness.

The gun barked four times, five, six.

Both Luzaku and Eris let go of the tree.

Luzaku looked down upon her chitinous body. She was uninjured. The bullets were not meant for her.

She spun in the air. On a moss-covered ledge behind her were the dissipating forms of four Taken Psions and a Phalanx.

"Sorry for ruinin' the moment," the companion said with a gravelly voice while spinning its pistol on its finger.

"Hmmm... thank you," the tiny god's voice was warm, almost gentle. "We were both... preoccupied."

Luzaku, too, bowed in thanks.

"I could see that," the companion said. It holstered its weapon. "Look, if you two are gonna keep fondlin' that tree we should set up a perimeter. This place is crawling with Taken."

"That will not be necessary," Eris replied, staring at a point on the rock wall away from both of them. Then she added "...this time."

Luzaku cocked her head.

"I would, however, appreciate your assistance with a perimeter when I return," Eris continued.

She looked back to the Lucent Hive. "Do you know what tea is, Luzaku?"

The way Eris Morn said her name was different from all other humans Luzaku had encountered. Eris Morn used the inflections and pronunciation of the Hive. Luzaku felt a shudder run through her at the sound of an alien human tongue speaking in a way that was so intimate and familiar.

"This one does not."

"It is a drink," Eris explained. "I will bring some and we will share it when I visit you next..." She paused and the corner of her lip quirked up in a small smile before she continued, "...Guardian."

Luzaku hissed in surprise, twisting in the air a moment before composing herself and responding...

"Aiat."

The companion raised both of its eyebrows at this exchange, looking back and forth between Eris and the Lucent Wizard. Then it shrugged and fell in step behind Eris as she walked toward the exit.

Just before they left the watchful one did something odd. It paused in the doorway, put two of its fingers near its temple and then quickly moved them away while looking at Luzaku.

Then it turned to Eris and said "Ya know, I always wanted a pet Hive."

Luzaku heard Eris sigh deeply as they both disappeared from her sight.

A Broken Promise

WitteDad Timepool AU

Chapter 1: Carving and Craving

With the steady grip of his knife, Caleb whittled away at one of his newest palisman creations. His muse? An earthly robin. Five years had passed since Caleb and Phillip traveled to the Boiling Isles in the demon world. Around that same time, he fell in love with a witch. 

His gaze softened when he heard his wife sigh contentedly after she sipped her tea. She was a creature of habit just as he was. Since he was young, he was early to rise, to work, and then settle into the day-to-day doings. She liked to sleep in, whining when he disturbed her, only for her to pull him back into bed with tempting kisses and soft touches. 

He had never met someone so kind and beautiful in his life. He was raised to hate witches and for what they represented. Witches were vile, horrifying creatures. They attacked human villages, ate their babies, and cursed the children they did not find nearly as scrumptious. She managed to change his beliefs. Perhaps the people back at home would cry foul of witchcraft. That somehow, Caleb was subjected to her evil sorcery. 

He knew better now. She made him a better person, a better witch, and allowed his heart to be full of love instead of malice. She set him free, and those same bubbling feelings had resulted in his palisman, Flapjack. The red cardinal was currently chasing his daily catch of rattleworms, but if Caleb stilled, he could hear his bird’s sweet trill in the forest.  

Caleb hoped to bring many birds to these woods. Birds from his old home to his new home. They were free to fly and find witches to bond with just as he and Flapjack bonded. That was his mission. With each bird, he breathed a new sense of purpose into them. To make friends, to be brave, to show tenderness. All of these birds shared a trait of his beloved. All of their feathers carved delicately were a testament to his love for her. 

Then, like clockwork, Caleb dropped everything he was working on the moment his wife tried to stand. He stood by her side, hand around the small of her back, the other instinctively over her rounding stomach. Their child—the soon-to-be bundle of joy of their love was a songbird's call for freedom and spirit. Being a father, a husband, a palisman carver—he did not realize these were dreams he could ever entertain with such mirth and warmth. The idea of duty had been so cold before. When he walked in tandem with Phillip's methodological approaches, his excitement at the future dimmed. 

With her, he could dream again. The sun felt warm on his skin. His heart was no longer heavy. 

"Dear… You can let go. I'm fine." His wife wore a bemused smirk. Caleb knew she was capable, far more than he was at matters most of the time, but it did not stop his apparent need to dote. 

"Sorry! Would you like anything? Do you want me to accompany you anywhere?" 

That smirk of hers melted away into a delighted smile. "Why, I think some apple blood would do well." 

Caleb shudders. "Apple blood?" 

She stretches and lets out a yawn. "Mmhmm. Do you think you could bring me some?" 

Caleb knew how tedious it was to produce freshly squeezed apple blood. That and how despite his fascination with the demon realm, he much preferred the earthly equivalent of apple juice. His wife said they were not the same. Truth be told, they tasted different, so she was right without even knowing how. 

The very idea of fruit bleeding always disturbed Caleb. The added spices to the concoction were also troublesome to create. 

"Of course. I'll get you anything you ask for." 

Her grin widened even further. "Even fire bee honey?" 

Caleb bit his lip. "D-Do you want fire bee honey?" 

"It is very nutritious. Good for a growing witchlet." 

He steeled himself, taking a deep breath. "Then I will go and bring—" 

"I’m kidding." She laughed so hard a small, adorable snort made its way to his ears. He blushed furiously. She had a way of being that made him fall in love with her in new ways. Others would say she was imperfect. She was loud, and noisy at times, rebellious to the bone and so bold. The people back home would see her as uncivilized if they could ever look past the pointedness of her ears. Caleb wanted to change that. She was gentle, caring, kind, protective, and thoughtful in ways no one back on Earth ever could imagine. 

"I know you are a human, and I'd much prefer my husband to be alive and a father to our baby. But if you could make some apple blood, that would be wonderful." 

He kissed the back of her hand. "You will have that apple blood." 

"Is that a promise?"

He offered a mischievous wink. "A promise indeed. Don't worry, sweet wife of mine. I’ll be back before nightfall.” 

She giggled. 

Caleb stole one more look at his wife before bringing his fingers in to whistle. “Flapjack, old pal, let's head out!" 

From the forest, Flapjack emerged, quickly swallowing his meal. Fluttering his wings over to Caleb, he transformed into a staff. From there, the duo soared high above, catching a glimpse of the titan’s skull, hazy in a golden purple mist from afar. 

For his wife, Caleb would give her everything. His soon-to-be child was no different. He had a family again, one where he felt he could be his truest self. One where he could love openly and unapologetically. 

He promised her that apple blood. If there was one thing truly important, it was that a promise must be kept.