Hey there! You can call me Luca. I am 19 and i use any pronouns. I have autism and possibly ADHD.
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Hi! I'd like to ask: can I translate your fanfics into Russian? I can tag you in the description, but I've always found your fanfics interesting. Can I translate them into Russian?
Yea sure! Im very glad to hear that you like my fanfics :D
Here's a short fic I wrote for the winter contest in the bbu discord. Based on my own headcannons. Hope yall like it :3
Snowed in(tersex)
"The weather here's just great, isn't it?" Arthur sighed, his tone laced with sarcasm. Aristotle in turn shot him a look about as dirty as the last outhouse that they had passed before hiking up the snowy mountain. The former paid no mind and simply continued while a snowstorm was slowly picking up around them. "Im suprised your tracking device still has a signal with all this snow."
The two travelling hero's –both carryin heavy backpacks, and neither being older than 22– had been searching for months already, and the snow that followed the cold, icy winter wasn't speeding things up. Still, the once stolen purple gem was finaly starting to seem within reach.
"Im just as suprised as you are, if im being honest. But unless we track the thief down before this blizard picks up too much we'll lose the signal!" The young axolotl was practically yelling to be heard over the storm, but optimistically added: "The gem's location hasn't changed since the last time I checked, wich was an hour ago. Im guessing our thief has found shelter and is waiting the storm out."
"Perhaps..," Arthur suggested, "..Perhaps we should do the same. This weather isn't getting better anytime soon, and the gem aint getting further away before that happens. With this low visibility I'd rather be safe than sorry." Aristotle briefly contemplated it, then shook their head. "If we hurry up now we can find them before the storm picks up too much. The faster we get that thing the faster we can get the hell out of here." "Come on Stotle, its not safe!" Despite Arthurs objections, Aristotle continued to follow the tracker's signal, and even speeding up a bit.
Having his pleas fall on deaf ears, Arthur had no choise but to follow. The two continued in silence for a while as more and more snow flew between them and the fuzzy white horizon. The grey goat was wiping the white powder off the white powder from his head and shoulders when he heard a sudden yelp from up ahead. As he reached where his companion had fallen, Arthur noticed Aristotle had started limping. "Thats it! We're not going anywhere untill untill the weather clears up." "Its just a sprain, Arthur, I'll be fine!" Aristotle tried to argue but Arthur had already starting building a snow shelter. They had to admit to themself that walking several meter above the actual ground did have a few perks, but didn't want to say that to Arthur.
With the help of Arthur’s, and to an extent Aristotle's, magic, digging out a shelter didn't take long. A short while later the two travellers where starting to warm themselves up as the storm outside still raged on. Arthur was making a pot of hot chocolate over a small burner, quickly heating the space up. "You know I value you far more than any magical artifact, right?" Aristotle silently nodded in response. For a moment –neither were sure how long exactly– nothing was said. Perhaps now was the time...
"There is something I have been meaning to tell you." Aristotle looked up from the tracker that by now showed nothing but static. After a short pauze they responed softly. "I've... also got something I'd like to get off my shoulders. But you go first." "No, no, you go first my love." "How about we both say our thing at the same time." "Allright." They both nod briefly.
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"I'm intersex"
Aristotle and Arthur had a look of suprise, having said the exact same thing. "You too, Arthur?!" "Yea, klinefelter's. I used to be more honest about this stuff, but... I'm you get it. I spent such a long time terrified that you'd think I'm a freak if you ever found out, that I never even considered that you could have been fearing the same..." "I've felt the same. While I don't know if there's even a name for my variation, I know the fear of others being disgusted just by knowing it exists."
He sighed, before grabbing Arthur’s hand in silent support, knowing the latter felt the same as them. The smell of cocoa was soothing, a comfort they savoured for as long as their mugs lasted them. "Thank you for telling me stotle." "The same to you, dear." As the blizard above the snow was still going strong, the two cherished the moment of peace below it, knowing more about each other than they had thought possible.
They sat like that for a while. The quiet moment felt brief, but seemed to stretch out endlessly at the same time. Arthur took off his jacket and wrapped it around Aristotle. "You don't have to do that Arthur." "Nonsense dear. I have warm fur, and you don't. The temperature is only getting lower tonight, and I don't want you getting frostbite." He pulled the axolotl closer to him, wrapping them in a soft hug, and the two slowly drifted off to sleep.
When Arthur woke up, he found himself wrapped in his jacket and Aristotle already gone. Leaving the shelter himself he saw them standing on top of a snowbank, scanning the nearby area for the gem. "Looks like our thief hasn't left yet. We should find them about a kilometer and a half northeast from here. Shouldn't take more than an hour, even in this terain." They gestured for Arthur to follow them and added. "The sooner we get that gem, the sooner we're outside the reach of satan's minty breath."
As they continued over the cold mountainside, the sun barely being above the horizon and painting the landscape in warm reds and yellows, they couldn't help but admire the view. "Well.. this mightve been a dumb idea, but at least we get to look at the beauty of nature." "Oh please, like you never have stupid ideas Arthur. Need I remind you of–" "hey, we agreed Aristotle. What happens in Legas, stays in Legas. But I see your point. What can i say, adventure calls to me. It always has. And now dear, I get to share that adventure with you."
Aristotle blushed while answering. "I know that, I feel the exact same way. But I constantly worry about you getting yourself hurt while doing something stupid. The thought of losing you like that haunts me, Arthur." Arthurs face showed understanding, and he tried to reasure them. "Im a goat, I can take it. I'll be fine, I promise you." They sigh before replying somewhat sternly." You better. Because if you die from doing something wreckless, I'll kill you."
Here's a short fic I wrote for the winter contest in the bbu discord. Based on my own headcannons. Hope yall like it :3
Snowed in(tersex)
"The weather here's just great, isn't it?" Arthur sighed, his tone laced with sarcasm. Aristotle in turn shot him a look about as dirty as the last outhouse that they had passed before hiking up the snowy mountain. The former paid no mind and simply continued while a snowstorm was slowly picking up around them. "Im suprised your tracking device still has a signal with all this snow."
The two travelling hero's –both carryin heavy backpacks, and neither being older than 22– had been searching for months already, and the snow that followed the cold, icy winter wasn't speeding things up. Still, the once stolen purple gem was finaly starting to seem within reach.
"Im just as suprised as you are, if im being honest. But unless we track the thief down before this blizard picks up too much we'll lose the signal!" The young axolotl was practically yelling to be heard over the storm, but optimistically added: "The gem's location hasn't changed since the last time I checked, wich was an hour ago. Im guessing our thief has found shelter and is waiting the storm out."
"Perhaps..," Arthur suggested, "..Perhaps we should do the same. This weather isn't getting better anytime soon, and the gem aint getting further away before that happens. With this low visibility I'd rather be safe than sorry." Aristotle briefly contemplated it, then shook their head. "If we hurry up now we can find them before the storm picks up too much. The faster we get that thing the faster we can get the hell out of here." "Come on Stotle, its not safe!" Despite Arthurs objections, Aristotle continued to follow the tracker's signal, and even speeding up a bit.
Having his pleas fall on deaf ears, Arthur had no choise but to follow. The two continued in silence for a while as more and more snow flew between them and the fuzzy white horizon. The grey goat was wiping the white powder off the white powder from his head and shoulders when he heard a sudden yelp from up ahead. As he reached where his companion had fallen, Arthur noticed Aristotle had started limping. "Thats it! We're not going anywhere untill untill the weather clears up." "Its just a sprain, Arthur, I'll be fine!" Aristotle tried to argue but Arthur had already starting building a snow shelter. They had to admit to themself that walking several meter above the actual ground did have a few perks, but didn't want to say that to Arthur.
With the help of Arthur’s, and to an extent Aristotle's, magic, digging out a shelter didn't take long. A short while later the two travellers where starting to warm themselves up as the storm outside still raged on. Arthur was making a pot of hot chocolate over a small burner, quickly heating the space up. "You know I value you far more than any magical artifact, right?" Aristotle silently nodded in response. For a moment –neither were sure how long exactly– nothing was said. Perhaps now was the time...
"There is something I have been meaning to tell you." Aristotle looked up from the tracker that by now showed nothing but static. After a short pauze they responed softly. "I've... also got something I'd like to get off my shoulders. But you go first." "No, no, you go first my love." "How about we both say our thing at the same time." "Allright." They both nod briefly.
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"I'm intersex"
Aristotle and Arthur had a look of suprise, having said the exact same thing. "You too, Arthur?!" "Yea, klinefelter's. I used to be more honest about this stuff, but... I'm you get it. I spent such a long time terrified that you'd think I'm a freak if you ever found out, that I never even considered that you could have been fearing the same..." "I've felt the same. While I don't know if there's even a name for my variation, I know the fear of others being disgusted just by knowing it exists."
He sighed, before grabbing Arthur’s hand in silent support, knowing the latter felt the same as them. The smell of cocoa was soothing, a comfort they savoured for as long as their mugs lasted them. "Thank you for telling me stotle." "The same to you, dear." As the blizard above the snow was still going strong, the two cherished the moment of peace below it, knowing more about each other than they had thought possible.
They sat like that for a while. The quiet moment felt brief, but seemed to stretch out endlessly at the same time. Arthur took off his jacket and wrapped it around Aristotle. "You don't have to do that Arthur." "Nonsense dear. I have warm fur, and you don't. The temperature is only getting lower tonight, and I don't want you getting frostbite." He pulled the axolotl closer to him, wrapping them in a soft hug, and the two slowly drifted off to sleep.
When Arthur woke up, he found himself wrapped in his jacket and Aristotle already gone. Leaving the shelter himself he saw them standing on top of a snowbank, scanning the nearby area for the gem. "Looks like our thief hasn't left yet. We should find them about a kilometer and a half northeast from here. Shouldn't take more than an hour, even in this terain." They gestured for Arthur to follow them and added. "The sooner we get that gem, the sooner we're outside the reach of satan's minty breath."
As they continued over the cold mountainside, the sun barely being above the horizon and painting the landscape in warm reds and yellows, they couldn't help but admire the view. "Well.. this mightve been a dumb idea, but at least we get to look at the beauty of nature." "Oh please, like you never have stupid ideas Arthur. Need I remind you of–" "hey, we agreed Aristotle. What happens in Legas, stays in Legas. But I see your point. What can i say, adventure calls to me. It always has. And now dear, I get to share that adventure with you."
Aristotle blushed while answering. "I know that, I feel the exact same way. But I constantly worry about you getting yourself hurt while doing something stupid. The thought of losing you like that haunts me, Arthur." Arthurs face showed understanding, and he tried to reasure them. "Im a goat, I can take it. I'll be fine, I promise you." They sigh before replying somewhat sternly." You better. Because if you die from doing something wreckless, I'll kill you."
First short story for the au. Billie gets herself hurt, and finds out her dad had been hiding something. From Acrions pov. Please know that this is my first time writing anything romantic so please bear with me.
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Acrions workday had been cut short by some repairs that had closed off a good portion of the acadamy campus. They didn't mind. It just meant he'd get to spend more time with Billie. But first, he headed toward pygmyshire to pay a special someone a visit. The village was peacefull, and familiar faces surrounded him. He was looking for one in particular though, and knew precisely where he'd find it.
Acrions feet felt the ground beneath him change from coble to a soft carpet as he stepped into the currently silent library. "You're back earlier than usual, dear." Socrates' voice startled Acrion a bit, as he hadn't seen him come from behind a large bookcase. "Oh hi. Didn't see you there. And is a man not allowed to just go visit his boyfriend?" The axolotl answered, half jokingly. "Im only kidding. Glad to see you. By the way, is Billie unwell by any chance? Haven't seen her all day." "No, dont think so. She left home just before I did." Had Billie realy ditched work? What for? It just didn't seem like her. "Ill talk to her about it when she comes home for dinner."
"But untill then, care to join me? I recently got another one of those big jigsaw puzzles." "Of course dear. Ill just finish up here, and then ill be right with you." The two lovers made their way through the village and a small part of the forest before reaching Acrions treehouse. Time seemed to melt from their hands while they laid down piece after piece. Acrion went to the kitchen to grab some snacks, and socrates followed them.
"Oh. Did you want anything specific, Socrates?" "Only your love, darling." Billie wouldn't be home anytime soon. "Allright, come here then." As he leaned in for a kiss, the axolotl closed his eyes. He felt socrates' lips against his own, the sheep's soft hand gently holding his face, and his own heart pounding in his chest. It had been so long since Arthurs death... "Hi, im home– DAD?!" Acrion hadnt noticed Billie walk trough the front door. He quickly stepped back, but the kid had seen enough to make a conclusion. "Oh hey Billie.... you're home early."
The young goat was too stunned to speak for a moment. "Explain yourself dad!" "How about you explain yourself first. Socrates says you weren't at the library today. And I do not recall you having that cut on your arm this morning." Saying this, Acrion pointed out Billie’s bloody arm, while only then noticing the small animal his child wad holding. Billie looked uncomfortable for a moment before caving in. "So Lewis had heard a rumour about a troll attacking a family of foxes, so we wanted to go see if i could do anything. When we got there the troll was still there, and it attacked us. Thats how I got injured. But I managed to fight it off though so dont worry! But after that we went to look at the nest, and this little guy was the only one who survived."
"So not only did you not go to your apprenticeship, you also went realy deep into the enchanted forest without informing anyone! Not just that, you specificaly went somewhere you knew there would be a troll." "But dad–" "No buts! You can count yourself lucky you're still alive!" The axolotl sighed. "Just show me your arm." Billie did as asked, and Acrion struggled to keep a straight face as he started cleaning the wound. This required a professional. "We're going to Belle. Right now." As Acrion and Billie hurried to the nearby village, Socrates kept a watchfull eye on the small fox, that the young goats had named 'Oscar'.
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"Im afraid to say that that arm is definately broken. I had to put a few stitches for the cut itself, and she's going to have to wear a cast for the next six weeks." Billie was still pretty out of it from the painkillers she'd been given, so Belle directed her questions at her patiënt's dad. "What happened to her anyway?" "While I cant say for shure as i wasn't there, Billie told me they had an encounter with a troll, in the enchanted forest. Dont ask me what she was doing there without me knowing, I couldn't tell you either." "I know they take after Arthur, but this is extreme. Lets hope Billie learns from this and doesn't try something like this again. Take care!" With that, Belle finished wrapping up Billie's arm. Acrion was more than ready to take his kid home.
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It was the next morning. Billie had gone to bed right after dinner, and socrates had, due to the circomstances, spent the night. He and Acrion were having breakfast in the kitchen when Billie walked in. Acrion had already made a bowl of cereal, and she silently sat down at the table, fully expecting another lecture. Instead Acrion simply continued drinking his coffee. "How'd you sleep, Billie?" "Could be a lot better." "I can imagine." "Are you mad at me dad?" "No, but im very concerned about your recent behavior. But for now im assuming you learned your lesson, so im not going to punish you further."
Socrates refrained from getting involved. Still, his precence warranted a few questions from Billie. "So... whats going on between you and my dad." "We've been together for a few months now." "So you're official? Why didn't you say anything?" "Yes, we are. And I wanted to see how this would go before getting you involved. We were about to tell you, but I guess you found out for yourself."
There was a soft knock at the door. "Come in!" Lily and Lewis, having heard of the extent of Billie's injuries, had come visit. Billie quickly finished her breakfast and the kids went to her room. Acrion sighed, resting his head on Socrates' shoulder. "I just dont get why she would do something so wreckless." "Come on dear. Im sure this will be a one time thing." "Im sure you're right." He realy hoped Socrates was right. Billie had gotten off lucky this time.
The sounds of the ocean, birds calling out in the distance, waves sloshing against the hull of the wooden ship, were calm. Wilhelm easily tuned them out while looking for the one thing that wouldn't fit it: a large, sentient, muffin. "Are you sure it'l come back, Charlie?" "According to my calculations, it should be here any second now." Wilhelms coworker called out from inside.
A few more moments passed without noticable event. Then, as if Charlie had somehow summoned it, the muffin came into view having climbed over a particularly large sand dune. The smugglers quickly docked their ship, and when they stepped onto shore the muffin hadn't seen them yet.
Charlie turned to Liam. "You grab the cage, we grab the muffin." A simple plan, but the less steps, the less that can go wrong. Wilhelm, still injured, shouted suddenly. The distraction worked, and Charlie jumped onto the muffin. A lot of shouting followed, but in just a few minutes the muffin, and by extention the gem, had been secured. Having placed their first objective in the far corner of the boat cabin, the smugglers started to discuss what to do next.
"So now what," Liam started, adressing Wilhelm. "Do we get the gem from the muffin? Consideringthat it's the reason the thing is alive i'd assume that that would kill it" "Its best to leave it in untill we get to the lab. The explosion might have compromised it, and I dont want to be the one who has to explain to dr. Schrödinger that we broke the gem of immortality. Lets just get back while luck is still on our side."
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Gem of immortality? Schrödinger? Lab? The amalgamation of sylables didn't mean much to Frank, but they internalised it anyway. They were still a bit shaken up from being manhandled, and weren't about to test fate by speaking up. Though there was one spark of hope. And more importantly, an answer. A magic gem had brought them to life and was currently preventing them from undoing that.
The ship docked at a small port, and all three smugglers left. Frank assumed they didn't think they would be able to escape, and didn't hesitate to prove them wrong. Neither the cage or the door were locked securely, and they left within minutes.
Their bracelet, wich the smugglers didn't bother looking at closely, brought them to a scientist who would love to hear the information that Frank had acuired.
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And that he did. "The gem of immortality, you say? Can't say i've read much about it, so i'm going to assume it was discovered somewhat recently. Still, a lead is a lead. Now we have something we can work from." Barnaby had listened with great interest as Frank told him the series of events that had occured mere hours prior.
The muffin turned to leave once more when Barnaby interrupted them. "Come on, stay a while. The party is just about to begin, and the more the merrier!" "I'd rather not today, but I appreciate the offer." Truth be told, Franks mind was somewhere else, still repeating the smugglers' words.
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"Did we need anything else?" "Let me look. Bandages for Wilhelm, bread, mayo, and some beers to celibrate later. I think we have everything." Feeling good about themselves, Wilhelm, Charlie, and Liam made their way back to the boat, intending to finaly be done eith their mission.
But as they got closer, they realised the front door was open. "Was that door open when we left?" "No, but it doesn't lock very well, you know that Charlie. I've told you this before, not my foult you still havent fixed it." "Do you think I have nothing better to do?!" "Guys, come on. Arguing isn't gonna do anything. Lets just go inside, get the muffin to Schrödinger, and be done with this."
Both agreed with Wilhelm. However when they stepped inside they all simultaniously realised why the door had been open: the cage where the muffin had previously been trapped in, was open as well. "I knew we should have left someone to stand guard!" "Then you should have said so, smartass." Wilhelm just sighed. The whole opperation should have been over weeks ago, yet they were back where they started.
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Heyy. I know its been a while, but im feeling a hell of a lot better lately. Will be posting more often after this lol.
All currently posted chapters has been updated to align with the poll results. Wich was a lot less editing then i'd expected tbh. Will start posting new chapters very soon! :)
Another letter. It must have been at least the fifteenth that arrived since Aristotle's death. Always from the same person and adressed to Aristotle, but there was never a name on them. The letters had simply been signed with "D", who was supposedly Aristotle's brother. Billie didnt have a clue who could have sent then, but whomever it was, they were clearly worried about Aristotle.
Despite the frequency of attempts at comnunication, Billie didnt want to bother Arthur with yet another thing to worry about. The letters were starting to arive much more frequently though, and she couldnt think of anyone else who could know who this brother was. She was going to have to ask him.
"And no name on any of them?" Arthur was looking trough a few of the more recent letters, but he didnt have any more than a vague idea of who sent them. "No name, no return adress, no nothing. They were all just signed with "D"." Looking at the writing, he noted to himself that the writing style seemed oddly familiar. "I was just about to open a box with what I believe are old pictures. Perhaps we'll find something in there." Billie wasnt to sure about that, but surely it wouldn't hurt to have a look.
"Could it be someone in this picture?" Billie handed Arthur an older picture that might give them a clue. It was clear that Arthur suddenly realised who it was. "The guy on the left! Its definately him! How could I have forgotten that face?" While Billie could think of quit a few ways, she decided not to say anything. "His name is Diogenes, he's Aristotle's younger brother. Met him a few times myself, realy nice guy if you ask me."
The picture was a group portrait, with Aristotle and two other axolotls, who were probably related to them. From what Billie could see, Diogenes was a darkish brown axolotl, and slightly taller than Aristotle. He was wearing a thick, dark grey cloak, and had a confident look on his face. At least compared to Aristotle.
"What about the other guy?" Billie couldn't help but inquire. Arthur thought for a moment. "That would be their older brother, I believe his name is Orpheus. Never met the guy, and I dont think he's very close to Diogenes or Aristotle."
It was a shame non of the letters had a return adress. "If I knew where the guy lived, we could write him back, but I never knew him that well. Im sure he'll eventualy come to look for Aristotle, given how hard hes tried to contact them." Arthur certainly had a point, as Diogenes had sounded increasingly desperate with every letter.
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Hii author here. The older brother mentioned here (Orpheus) is an oc who belongs to @dar-thestrawberry . If you want to know more about him you gotta ask them(?) and not me.
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Dear Aristotle,
It's been nearly five months since we last spoke. All further attempts at correspondence have remained unanswered. I've sent you countless letters, but I have yet to hear anything back. If it hadnt been for my work, I would have visited you months ago.
I understand that communication has always been spotty in the region, and I know as well as anyone how much you tend get caught up in your research. However, your silence worries both me and our brother, Aristotle.
As much as you tell people that you are fine, I know that deep down, Arthurs disapearance still haunts you. If there is anything we can do tell help you through this pain, we will be right by your side, as you were for me all those years ago.
Sincerely,
-D
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Note from author: the brother being refrenced here is orpheus, @dar-thestrawberry s oc.
