About this Fic:

1) This fic was inspired by a request made by FeralG3. Spoiler: the request was for a Lonnie/OC pairing where the OC was a werewolf. Now, I've been avoiding werewolves, due to Ben's beast thing going on; however, I am sincerely glad I got this request, because it's given me so many ideas. I know I probably won't meet all of your criteria and expectations, but I hope you can still manage to enjoy it regardless.

2) This fic will contain tough topics, just as with all of my fics. Trigger warning for what could be interpreted as symbolism/metaphor for white nationalism. Taboo topics: bestiality and incest, mostly just mentioned or implied.

3) This fic is part of the Isle Problems series and can be read alongside Isle Problems 2: In the family. Please go back to read those first to counteract confusion.

It Started with a Fall

(Mon Afternoon, June 24th, 2019)

It started with a fall. She fell, and she fell hard. The breath was knocked out of her, and her head had hit the red mat. She stares up at the ceiling, eyes scanning the wooden boards and hanging lights, before she hears her teacher assert, "Lonnie Li." She sits up, pressing a hand down on the floor to stand, before she faces the black-haired man. "You've gotten rusty."

It takes her a moment to find her voice, "Yes, Sabumnim."

His sky-blue eyes look over her, "Have you practiced at all this year?"

She takes a breath, but it's hard for her to admit, "Not really."

His thick eyebrows rise, "Do you want me to take that belt from you?"

Lonnie eyes down at the red, black striped belt, "No, Sabumnim."

The Gong's rung, and he announces, "Class dismissed." Lonnie turns around. "Not you." She faces him again, and he calls, "Ace." She watches as the platinum blond, muscular guy walks towards them. He places a hand on his shoulder, "This is my assistant. He will help you relearn what you've lost."

She notices his black belt, "You're a little young to be an assistant."

"You're a little young to be a red belt," he returns.

"My parents are in the Imperial Army," she disbelieves, and he quiets.

The teacher continues, "Ace. This is the daughter of General Li Shang and the great Mulan." Lonnie watches as the assistant scans over her with his eyes. "She has earned at least one color every summer since she's been with us." The assistant's eyes are intimidating, yet beautiful. Surrounded by a black ring, it emphasizes the lighter grey and brown shades within. "What do you think?"

He meets her dark brown eyes, "You have big shoes to fill."

"Yes," she nods, and then she notices him smirk. "What?"

"You're almost perfect." He frowns, "Almost." before he turns around and heads off.

She watches him pick up his black backpack, "Wait. When do we train?"

He walks away without a word, and she can't help but gape at the scene, before the tall teacher whispers, "May I suggest, try the afternoon?" The teacher walks away, and Lonnie darts her eyes between her master and where his assistant had gone to.

"She's almost perfect," Ace mentions, as he and his friend gather the twigs.

"But she's not," Luke points out. "She's not like us. You know that."

He turns around, blocking his path, "We're a dying specimen. No one's perfect anymore. What would be so wrong with me being with someone so strong and determined?"

"We need to stay with our own kind," his slate grey eyes widen.

Ace nods with a frown, "I know."

Luke breathes in relief, maneuvering the wood under his arm, before he places an arm around his shoulders and they continue to walk. "Look. Your father is our leader, and he's going to pass the mantel down to you. You have a good life ahead of you." Ace nods, and Luke lets his arm fall to his side. "So, yeah. Just don't ruin it with this new impurity in your life."

"Harsh," he slowly emphasizes.

"Hey," he excuses, "I'm only stating the truth."

- Posted: 03/17/2019 (American Standard)