#story fodder

I pointed out that this idea is low-key hilarious because the culture the fae are based on (the Tuatha De Danann) died out because they were *not* technologically advanced (they were driven out by invaders who had superior technology, i.e., iron weapons. Yes... that is why the fae are said to be weak to iron).

you know what would be a cool thing to explore in a fic? ace Erica. cuz she’s always portrayed as this bombshell post-bite, she hypersexualizes herself, she goes ALL OUT. makeup, clothes, hair, nails the WORKS. and maybe, just maybe, it was bc she wanted to know what it felt like to be ‘healthy’, to be well, bc just maybe she assumed all those yrs of wanting relationships and having crushes but not wanting sex was down to the epilepsy meds. meds you have to take on the regular, especially ones that affect your brain or nervous system, are pretty infamous for messing w/libido.

Well, last night's dream toed very close towards too distressing. I'm going to put it underneath a "read more," but be warned it involves attempted murder, stabbing, gun violence, and attempted killing of a dog (although in the context of a superhero world).

“Thank you again for coming, Miss Alluka.” Gon smiled politely at Alluka, with all the charm he was taught growing up, the same smile that made most women swoon. He was happy to see that affect as she hid her blush behind an elaborate sewn fan. Manners and charisma was everything when you were an aristocrat with no money because your father and head of household ran off with all of it. What for was alot of rumors, with the truth only being held by the woman of the house Mito Freeces, and she would never say to Gon.

“It was a pleasure, Mr. Freeces, I’m sure.” She said and curtsied. Gon rushed forward with an extra step to beat the coachman to the door of the carriage, and opened it for her. Gon must do his best to win her affection, the Zoldycks were the wealthiest in their small Torvician town. For Gon’s family and line to continue in any sort of tradition and pride, he needed to bag himself a high ranking bride to head the affairs and gain inheritance. Alluka was the least sought after, so Gon’s target. He felt bad but Mito urged him to play this little royalty game.

Gon gave a small bow in return to her curtsey and felt the carriage dip as she climbed on. He lifted his head and felt his breath catch, not for the first time that night. He stood face to face with Sir Killua Zoldyck. He had stricking white hair, surely blessed by the gods and the coldest eyes that held so much mystery and intrigue, Gon wanted to discover more. Killua had come as a guide and chaperon to Miss Alluka, as it wasn’t proper to have an unmarried woman go to another man’s house during match making season. Gon wasn’t sure why the head of the Zoldyck household did not come, surely it was Silva’s responsibility? But Gon couldnt find he was upset with the trade. As much as Gon worked to focus on Alluka all evening, Killua was the one who continued to catch his eye, his grace and beauty and subtle affection to his sister through conversation in the night. Not to mention he cleared out their sweets tray for the night before the spread and crackers had a dent in it.

Now Killua was pinning Gon with an intense stare that made Gon’s knees go weak.

“Mr. Freeces. We look forward to seeing you again and continued correspondence.” He said and held out his hand, half angled downwards, to Gon.

“Y-yes, of course.” Gon barely was able to stammer out. Gods, where we his charism and wit now? A brief, firm shake, and Killua dipped into the carriage as well. Gon closed the door and realized as Killua slipped his hands out of Gon’s, he left behind a single white glove. Off of Killua’s right hand. Still warm.

Gon felt a shiver go down his spine from such a blatant show of intimacy. It was forward, that much was certain, and now Gon knows Killua was as affected by him that night as he was him. Gon lifted his head to watch the carriage ride off, lifting the glove to his lips to inhale the lingering scent of Killua. Killua peaked out the back of the carriage and caught his eye. Gon flushed from getting caught and also felt a rush of heat pool in his belly.

Gon and Mito have always lived in the peasantry class, where life was difficult but they stuck together like thieves and made recreational fun with the other peasants around by making fun of the higher class aristocrats and nobility and all their lazy butts and excessive pomp and circumstance in their lives.

But then a letter was sent to tell Mito and Gon that it has come to the government's attention that Ging is of nobility standing, and as his family, they're sending their bank account info with their reserved fortune, and people to guide them to their new home in aristocrat road.

Mito and Gon both don't wanan go for multiple reasons, Mito doesn't want to be associated with Ging in anyway and his belated efforts in taking care of them, and Gon doesn't want to enter the stupid extravegant world of the nobility and all their judgey, ignornat ways.

*thinks of Stiles*

*imagines Stiles successfully arguing the higher-ups at the FBI into letting him have a black Jeep instead of the standard SUV*