#{ stranger in a strange land | ooc }

[zoophagist]

ooc;; apparently it's dracfield week (a thing i didn't know exists) and i follow the renfield tag so my dash is just spiced up every so often with dracfield horny and man let me tell u pre-renfield 2023 me would never have believed i'd live to see this day... now that i'm here i'm mostly just bewildered

[bugged-candies]

TAG DUMP - PT 1

[nightmare-of-homophobes]

Anything Goes ~ Reno Sweeney x f!reader

Warnings: drinking; smut; sex with a strange; strangers to lovers; fingering (Reno receiving); oral sex (reader receiving); mirrors; slow burn(?); misuse of "anything goes" songs; probably annoyingly ooc (idc); no established period; ignores the cannon; hints of bdsm and corruption kink; maybe lightly hints of religion kink but y'all are not ready for this conversation and I didn’t dive into it so let’s all ignore it; no beta reader; and Carol's reference.

Words: 4,7k (more or less)

Tag list: @confuseuniverse ( @jubshead @yourbasicqueerie @kenzie-floops, in case you guys aren't interested in being in my tag list please let me know)

It’s my first work in months and English isn’t my first language, so be nice leaving comments! Xoxo!

***

That night was supposed to be just one more cold, boring and lonely night, hadn’t your friends asked you to come with them to a new bar, where - they told you - would have some good drink and very good music since a rising singer would be singing there that night. Always trusting your friends to not let you down on your nights out, you put on your best trousers and a long-sleeved shirt and accompanied them.

The bar was a bit hidden, but you were able to find it. It was a rustic but comfy place, like some old tavern adorned with fairy lights and curtains of silk. It felt like entering another land. One where you could rest and forget your problems.

– So… Who is this rising star we came to see? – you asked once you and your friends were settled down on a table in a corner. The bar wasn’t that crowded and the table was close enough to the stage, so you could still have a clear view of it.

– Her name is Reno Sweeney, if I remember it right. – one of your friends, Hope, told you. – She has been doing shows in the bars around the city and it’s starting to get some attention.

– Reno Sweeney? – you repeated the name, tasting the name. It was a good name, one that you weren’t used to. – Have any of you actually heard her singing?

– No, but you know… There’s always a first time. – Billy, Hope’s boyfriend, said while wiggling his brows. You just rolled your eyes, amused with his attitude.

You all had some drinks before the light on the room started to dim and someone announced the great attraction of the night:

– Ladies and gents, I would like you to welcome our guest star, the woman who had been stealing hearts around town with her seductive voice and tempting looks… Reno Sweeney!

Everyone in the bar applauded as a woman went up on stage. The woman was slim and elegant, dressed on a shiny dress with a slit while a faux fur scarf hung around her naked shoulders. All in white tones… Just as some ghostly (or angelic) vision. The only different color she was wearing was on her lips: dark red lips.

Like a forbidden fruit that few would be able to taste.

– She's gorgeous! – Evelyn, by your side, exclaimed.

– Yes… – you breathlessly agreed. – She is.

When the applauses ceased, the woman spoke seductively, her voice soft as a breeze:

– It's good to be here with all of you tonight… – her smile was charming and playful. – The night is a child, my friends, and I'm certainly just starting. – she winked at the crowd.

As the band started playing, Reno Sweeney started to sway gently to the melody before the first verses finally let her mouth. The hair on the back of your neck immediately raised up at the sound of her singing, her words dripping from her lips like honey. Sweet and, oh, so dense. You just couldn't rip your eyes off her.

It was clear tha the moment she started to sing, the bar became hers… And you were afraid you had become hers too.

***

As the night went on and the drinks were drained by your group, you felt yourself getting lighter. When Evelyn asked you to dance, you quickly accepted the offer, playfully assuming the guiding role of the dance - to what he didn't complain at all.

As Reno's gentle voice sang “La Vie En Rose” in the background, you led Evelyn to the dance floor. Couples started to join you and the singer’s attention turned to it, smiling at your playfully behavior as she spotted the two of you in the crowd, dancing through the couples in reversed roles.

You felt nervous as you met her eyes at some point through the dancing, her sassy attitude never faltering as she smirked and winked at you.

(Well, it could've been - and it would make more sense if it was - to Evelyn, but you got yourself hoping that it was to you.)

When the music ended, Reno chuckled maliciously.

– Look at all of us here on a Saturday night… – she started. – Dare I say, we got the behaviour of a bunch of sinners. – she stood up from the little stool she was and gestured towards the people at the bar. Her smile never disappearing. – And since we're a bunch of sinners and mass is only tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I will have to take the burden of guiding you to the light tonight. – signaling to the band, she finished her discourse. – Ladies and gentlemen, we are here tonight to fight the devil… But, of course, we'll do it in the best of styles, so I hope y'all help me by accompanying me in this dance.

As she finished talking, a lively jazz began to play as Reno began to sing about the angel Gabriel. Only that woman could sing a gospel in such a sinful way and yet entertain people who clearly didn't go to the church assiduously.

As she sang excitedly, she left the stage to swing among the people, interacting with tables before getting on the dance floor, dancing with some guys in her way before getting to Evelyn and you.

– Once I was headed for hell… Once I was headed for hell! – she took Evelyn from you, spinning him around just how you've done with him during your dancing. – But when I got to Satan's door, I heard you blowin’ on your horn once more… – she let Evelyn so she could take your hand on hers and spin you too, holding onto your waist after she did it. – So I said, “Satan, farewell!”. – she sang the verse close to your face, making your cheeks burn.

As she let you go and slid across the dance floor back to the stage, you stood frozen at your tracks. Evelyn chuckled at your reaction as he returned to you.

– What the fuck just happened?! – the words blurted out of your mouth as you looked at him.

– I don't know but you got her attention, sweetie! – he said in a singing tone and bumped his hips against yours. – Oh, God, someone pinch me, did we just dance with Reno Sweeney?! – he freaked out a bit.

– WE DID! – I freaked out with him and we laughed our asses out before going to the bar to get a drink.

As Evelyn discussed something about his drink with one of the bartenders, I called another one and asked:

– Could you send one of these to Miss Sweeney? – I pointed down to my own drink. A minty cherry cocktail.

– I could try. – the guy said. – But she hasn't accepted any of the drinks people tried to buy her tonight.

With that, the man caught the attention of one of the waiters and sent them out to ask the singer if she would want the drink. You watched as the man approached her during the break between songs and whispered in her ear, gesturing to the bar.

She gazed at you and you, not knowing what to do, waved shyly at her. She smirked at you while tilting an eyebrow before facing the waiter and saying something to him.

You waited anxiously as they got back.

– She will want a Cosmo instead of the cherry cocktail. – the man informed, waiting for the drink so he could take it back to the woman at the stage.

You smiled to yourself with that and watched when she accepted the drink. She looked at you again and raised her drink subtly at you, to which you answered by raising your own at her direction.

– Seems like you're a lucky one. – the bartender said to you, watching the interaction.

You just chuckled and paid for the drinks.

***

The bar was slowly getting empty and Evelyn was drunk at this point of the night. Billy and Hope were getting disgustingly tactile towards each other and you were in the best of moods.

– I think we should get going… – Hope said after annoyingly letting out a chuckle because Billy was kissing her neck. – Are you coming with us?

– No, you can go… – you said. – I want to see the end of it. – you gestured to the stage.

Billy stood up with Hope and they both took Evelyn with them.

– Good luck, dude! – Billy said as they started making their way out of the bar.

As Reno announced the last song, a man approached your table:

– Excuse me… – you looked at him confused since you didn't know him. – I couldn't help but notice your dancing partner left you and I really want to dance so… Do you fancy a last dance?

You frowned slightly but nodded anyway, quickly standing up. The man didn't seemed harmful at all, so why not?

– Just don't try any funny business. – you warned him, to which he raised his hands in redemption.

– No funny business! – the man agreed.

As Reno's voice flooded the place, you claimed the dancefloor with the stranger. Now there were few people in the bar and most of them were too drunk to know their own name.

The man was gentle and respectful, leading the dance but still giving you some space. While swaying around with the guy, you couldn't shake off that feeling that someone was staring at you - that light pressure nugging at the back of your head and making you feel warmed.

As you looked back to the stage, your eyes locked with Reno’s.

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking

Was looked on as something shocking

But now, God knows

Anything goes

Good authors too who once knew better words

Now only use four-letter words

Writing prose

Anything goes

She sang the verses seductively, never breaking eye contact. You felt your breath hitch.

If driving fast cars you like

If low bars you like

If old hymns you like

If bare limbs you like

If Mae West you like

Or me undressed you like

Why, nobody will oppose

When ev'ry night the set that's smart is in-

Truding in nudist parties in

Studios

Anything goes…

Anything goes

As she finished her show, the man thanked you for the dance.

– This was fun… – he said. – Maybe we could repeat this on another occasion…? – he asked unsure.

You were about to dismiss his offer, when the silky voice rang behind you.

– Excuse me, but can I borrow the lady for a moment?

You felt a shiver run down your spine, so you quickly dismissed the man:

– I'm sorry… – he just nodded politely and you turned around to face the ginger woman again.

– I don't think I caught your name, sweetie… – Reno said, invading your personal space to hold onto your shoulders.

***

The woman's lips clashed against yours in the hall as she used her body to trap you on the wall. After thanking you for the drink and doing some small talk, Reno invited you to her place, which wasn't that far from the bar, to grab some more drinks and talk, so you accepted the offer.

Yet, she clearly had other plans in her mind.

When you both were out of breath, she stepped back so she could find her key and finally open her room’s door. Once you were inside it, she pushed you back against the wall, her hands going to the back of your neck as she smiled with desire.

– You're beautiful… – she said with honesty, making your heart flutter. You weren't used to being complimented.

– If I'm beautiful, then what are you? – I asked breathlessly. – An angel flung out of heaven?

She chuckled amused, leaning into you again as if to kiss you, but stopping to speak against your lips:

– What does this make me? – her voice sent heat straight to your core. – A demon? – you were about to say that wasn't what you meant when she brushed her lips in a way to your ear to whisper. – I liked it.

Those three words almost made you whimper and you had to shut your eyes tight. You would certainly need to go to church after that night.

Holding onto her waist, you brought your mouth to her jaw, kissing and licking a way to her left shoulder while slowly unzipping her strapless dress - sometimes you even dared to softly bite her milky skin, feeling more confident once you noticed she wouldn't prevent you from it.

When you were about to pull her dress down, she escaped from your hands and mouth, a playful smirk on her face as she held the fabric while throwing off her fur scarf. Sitting on the bed with fluid movements, she stared at you - waiting.

– You first. – she said, her tone deep and sultry.

Swallowing hard, you started undoing your buttons. First you undid the trousers, quickly taking it off with your shoes. Then, as you started to undo the shirt, she gestured with one of her finger for you to come closer.

She slipped off her dress as you walked to the bed. Laying down while pulling you with her, she finished your work before throwing your shirt on the ground, her cheeks a bit flushed as she found herself under your weight - your hands placed at the sides of her head to support you.

At that moment, reality hit you. You had a sexy and talented woman under you. But she was a complete stranger.

– We know nothing about each other… – you commented softly.

– Does it bother you? – she asked in a tone as soft as yours, one of her hands was holding gently at your neck as the other caressed your side, tickling you a bit.

– Not at all… – you answered. – But I would like to know more about you.

She held your gaze and bit down on her lip. The lipstick was smudged and you knew your lips, face and neck were covered in that exactly tone of red.

– Well, then ask me before my mouth is too busy to answer. – she whispered tauntingly, making you close your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach twist crazily.

– Reno Sweeney is your real name, or is it an artistic name? – you asked, sitting down at her thighs.

She sat herself too, holding onto your back so she could kiss and bite your clavicle.

– My real name. – she murmured against your skin. – My turn… Do you live in this city, or are you just visiting?

– I live here… – you gasped as she licked from your clavicle to your jaw. – Uhh… How old are you?

She leaned back for a moment to wink at you.

– A lady never reveals her age. – she dived back into work. – Have you done this before? I mean… With a woman?

– Yes. – your breath hitched as she unclasped your bra and took it off. – You?

– Yes… – she took your breasts in her hands. – How old are you?

– 20. – her hands froze for a second and you looked down at her, worried. – Any problem?

– Not at all… You're just younger than I thought. – she said and you watched how she kissed your nipples, feeling yourself get more soaked at every passing second.

– Too young for you?

– As long as you have age to consent… – she licked one of your nipples. – It won't be a problem for me. – latching her lips on it, she lifted her gaze to meet yours eyes.

You lost any rational thought at that sight and a whimper fell from your lips. Throwing yourself back on her, you kissed passionately, holding onto her tight as you unconsciously started rocking your heat against her thigh.

When her tongue teased your mouth, you promptly opened it for her, letting her taste once more the cocktails you had earlier. She also tasted like alcohol, but with hints of sweet and sour that you recognized from that cosmopolitan.

It didn't take long for her to reach between your legs and start rubbing your clit with her thumb, making you gasp slightly against her lips. You took a sharp breath when, putting your panties to the side, she slipped her fingers through your wet folds.

– Gosh, you're soaked… You probably have been wet since I climbed on that stage, haven't you? – she provoked you, bringing her fingers to your clit to lubricate it.

A small moan left your lips as your forehead rested against hers. Your eyes were closed again and when you opened them it was only to be met with Reno's big brown ones staring up at you in desire and admiration. You almost moaned again at that sight.

Rocking your hips against her hand and thigh, Reno built for you a gentle rhythm as she went back to your chest, playing with your nipples into her mouth or free hand, taking rounds between pinching, licking, sucking and biting them. Making you a total mess for her since her busy fingers on your clit were working at a pace that didn't satisfy you at all.

– Reno… – you whimpered her name, feeling so frustrated you could cry if she didn't give you what you wanted. – Please…

You felt her smirk against your breast before raising her head to look at you.

– What is it, darling? – she asked in an innocent tone, pretending to be clueless to your needs.

– Faster, please… – you begged her, your hands holding at her shoulders with such force you would certainly leave marks.

– What? I don't think I understood you, darling… – she said with a smug smile on her face, her eyes twinkling with malice as she slowed even more the pace of her fingers.

You groaned irritated and looked down at her with a begging expression.

– Please, Reno, don't tease me like this. – you hold her face in your hands, panting softly against her lips.

You watched as her eyes darkened even more and she let out a low, throaty humm at your request.

– I love the way you say my name… – she said before catching your lips again, lying you down on the bed so she could have her way with you.

Feeling her kissing a way from your lips to your belly, you almost couldn't hold yourself from buckling and whining as a slut, trying - not so subtly - to get her attention to where you needed her the most.

– Please, please, please… – the soft pleading left your mouth as if it was your personal mantra, which made her very satisfied.

– Since you're asking so well… – she muttered before diving between your legs, a loud and obscene moan leaving your mouth as she did it.

Her tongue circled your clit slowly and lightly before flattening it against you, pressuring down deliciously so you had no option but to throw your head back on the mattress and tangle your fingers on her perfect red locks. Losing your head as a strain of curses fell from your lips.

– Do I have such power on you or are you always this needy? – she mocked you before licking, very slowly, from your entrance to your clit, sucking it hard as she reached it.

She released your clit with a loud pop and your hips quivered under her. You were so sensitive for her at that point.

– You'll have to fuck me in another occasion to discover… – you answered without even noticing, making her laugh.

– Maybe I'll do it… – she answered before bringing her lips to your clit again as she slipped a finger inside you. You were so wet it didn't have any resistance.

As she resumed her sucking, her finger built a rhythm that made you feel both satisfied but in need of more at the same time. And you let her know it.

– Put another one… Please. – for your surprise, she didn't tease you, just obeyed. Her brows were furrowed from being so focused on bringing you to your climax.

You were an unashamed mess. Face hid on the pillow, fingers tightly holding ginger locks, mouth opened, chest rising and falling heavily, cheeks warm, belly tense, erratic hips and trembling legs.

You were at the edge of your orgasm.

Reno, of course, had noticed all of that and was giving her best to ruin you. Twirling her fingers inside you, she found that spot that almost made you scream from pleasure and flattened her tongue again against you, letting you grind onto her mouth as she kept hitting that spot inside you.

Your hips stuttered as an intense wave of pleasure crossed your body and your mind went blank as you shut your eyes tightly.

When the pleasure subsided and you returned to your senses, you realized you still were holding Reno buried between your legs, so you let her go, watching her pull her fingers out of you while choking to catch her breath.

– I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? – you asked her with worry in your voice.

Her only answer, though, was to throw herself back on your lips, kissing you fervently as she straddled your hips, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

When both of you ran out of air, you separated yourselves, a strain of saliva still hanging between your mouths, connecting you two as you breathed the same air.

She didn't give you time to recover at all before she was grinding against your belly and whispering on your mouth:

– I'm so wet for you… – you groaned at her attitude, which just made her grind harder down onto you. – What are you going to do about it?

Sitting straight while still catching your breath, you averted your eyes from hers for a second and an object, in the corner of the room, ended up catching your attention.

– Nice mirror you have there… – you said to her, your mind already turning its gears.

– Fuck, I'm practically jumping at your lap and your attention is on my mirror? – she complained, shaking her ass on your lap.

You chuckled and took her off your lap, going to the mirror. It was a full size mirror and you replaced it in front of the bed.

– What are you doing, come back, darling… – she said seductively, spreading herself temptingly on the bed.

– Wait a minute, you're going to like this, I swear… – you said and adjusted the mirror. – Sit against the headboard of the bed… Can you see your reflex well? – you asked as you watched her obey your request.

– Hmm… a bit to the left. – she guided you. – Enough, yes, now it's perfect. What are we going to do? 

Returning to the bed, you seated beside her and told her:

– Sit in front of me.

Lifting an eyebrow, she smirked, understanding what you were leading to. As you spread your legs and she sat between them, you pulled her body flush against yours.

– Now… Where were we? – you muttered under your breath, letting your hands slide down her body to reach her knees and spread them widely, putting your legs above hers so she was under your mercy. – Your stockings are so soft… – you whispered against her ear, watching through the mirror how she tilted her head to the side, her lips parting as you were running your hands along the stockings. – I wonder if your panties are as soft as them...

Her breath hitched under that comment and you smirked against her neck, letting your right hand wander to her core, feeling how she tensed up the closer you got to it.

Starting to rub her through her panties you used your other hand to pull her bra down and to the side, just enough so her breasts were free from it. Squeezing them and pressing her clit, you were very satisfied to have her getting impatient on your hands.

One of her hands went to the back of your neck while the other held onto your wrist, her breathing getting labored as you put her panties to the side and collected some of her juices with your fingers, before taking them to your own lips to taste her.

– Hmm… So sweet. – you said and heard the small whimper that fell from her as she watched you, through the mirror, lick her juices off your fingers. – Do you want to taste it too?

You placed your fingers back on her pussy, collecting more of her juices. Tapping your fingers against her lower lip, you didn't have trouble slipping them inside her mouth, playing with the softness of her tongue before she actively sucked her own wetness from your fingers.

– Lube them well, okay? – you asked while kissing her jaw and neck. – Then you won't feel any discomfort when I slip them inside you.

A muffled sound left her mouth and you just chuckled before taking your fingers out of her mouth. Without warning, you slipped them inside her.

– Oh, God! – she moaned, throwing her head back on your shoulder, her eyes fluttering close. 

– Is it hurting? – you asked, kissing her temple.

– No, no… – she bit down her lower lip, furrowing her brows as she shifted softly against your hips. She didn't seem uncomfortable at all, just unaccustomed. – Just stay still until I tell you so.

With your free hand, you stroke her face and jaw, making her relax against you.

– Go on. – she said softly.

Pushing your fingers deeper, you found her clit with your thumb. 

– You know… you have a nice bush down here. – you complimented her, eyeing the ginger locks contrasting with the white fabric and her milky skin. A blush creeped on her skin.

– If only you fucked me with the same talent you use to talk nonsense... – she mumbled with a bratty attitude. 

– A what now? – you asked just to be met with her silence. – Well, then I'm sure you could do a better job yourself, don't you think? – you threatened to remove your fingers from her, but her hand on your wrist tightened, holding it in place as she regretted.

– No, no, you're doing great…! – she said, holding your gaze through the mirror. – Don't stop.

You smirked at her reflex and watched her melt against you once again as you started thrusting your fingers in and out her slick hole, the wet sounds filling the room along her small whimpers. But, of course, the quiet atmosphere was broken once her pleasure started to build up. 

Everyone who had watched Reno knew she was cheerful and loud at the stage, yet few knew that she was just as loud in bed. Unashamed - and, honestly, not caring at all - if people were able to hear her in the closest rooms.

– Yes! Yes! Just like that! – the words would fall from her lips in succession, like a hellish melody and you were the one orchestrating it.

You couldn’t point out what was better at that moment. If it was to feel her panting against your body as you held her in her place. Or to hear her cries of pleasure so close. Or to see her slim and beautiful figure squirming at every thrust. Or to be thrusting your fingers as deep as you could, caressing the velvet walls of her insides in a dance you discovered  with her...

Or to have all those sensations combined with the fact that, in the intensity of the moment, Reno acknowledged how loud she was getting and, in a desperate measure to quiet her down for a bit, she reached for your free hand and placed it around her neck, inciting you to choke her quiet.

Holding her throat firmly and doing a final effort with your fingers and thumb to calm down her buckling hips, you watched, mesmerized, as her eyes rolled up and her mouth fell open as a struggled moan left her, her whole body tensing up as she reached her climax, her legs shaking and her hips occasionally buckling to the gentle rhythm you set to help her ride down her orgasm.

Once she started to melt in your arms, you started to slow down your fingers until they came to a stop. Your whole hand was covered in her juices and you didn’t waste time before sliding into Reno’s mouth the exact fingers that were inside her greedy pussy just seconds ago.

She opened her eyes in surprise, but didn’t make any move to not take them inside her mouth. You were still holding her neck softly and gave a playfully squeeze at it before guiding her chin to face the mirror once again.

– Look at you, Reno… – her eyes stared at themselves in the mirror.

She was the absolute picture of lust. Fiery locks falling into all directions, breasts showing off above her bra, legs spread widely, stretched out pussy, skin flushed in a soft pink, eyes hooded and a bit hazy and all the while you were the one holding her like that.

– You really were onto something when you sang that nowadays anything goes.

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Masterlist

[siilvan]

stray

characters: frank woods

summary: you meet a strange man at a bar and wake up in his bed.

genre: fluff, fem!reader (no desc.)

warnings: semi-proofread, light cursing, couple suggestive moments, mentions of drinking, reader's a bit awkward ngl, frank's a gentleman in his own way <3, please dear god i am praying he isn’t ooc 😭

word count: 1.7k

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @froggi-mushroom!!! You knew this was coming, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy little thing that I whipped up for your actual real husband, Mr. Frank Woods 🥰🫶

(ngl i'm adding the cold war cast to my list after this)

truthfully, you didn't plan on drinking so much. you just wanted to swing by the bar after a long day and relax, but those plans were almost immediately abandoned after the stranger sitting on the stool next to you decided to strike up a conversation.

dark-haired and handsome, with a gruff voice and curtness to match, you think he's going to deliver some half-assed pickup line in an attempt to get you into his bed. he's lively, though; animated as he spins you a tale about some grand adventure that he claims he heard "from a friend" despite the passion behind his storytelling implying otherwise.

throughout the conversation, you learn his name: frank woods.

"just woods to my friends," he claims.

the rest of the night is a blur of cheap alcohol and his company— you can't recall the last time you've talked to someone, much less a stranger, for so long, but after he graciously paid your tab, you found yourself in the alley behind the bar, your body pinned between his and the brick wall.

his kiss tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, his touch leaving a warmth that licks up your spine like a fire. you feel dizzy, knees threatening to buckle under the intensity of him, held upright only by his strong arms wrapped around you.

not once does he suggest taking you home, even as he mutters generous praise against your parted lips.

⋆⋆⋆

when you wake up, the first thing you notice is the splitting headache that forces you to squint at the ceiling. you grumble and moan at the pain and bury your face in your pillow, blocking out the dim light that floods in through the half-opened blinds.

the second thing you notice is the mattress feeling different under you. it's fluffier, less worn with use. you shift, forcing one eye open and giving the bed a cursory glance.

that brings you to the third thing, and the one that sends a cold wave of panic coursing through your veins. this isn't your bed. you force yourself to sit up and take in your surroundings.

the bedroom you're in is scarcely decorated. the walls are bare, save for a couple old posters scattered about, the furniture is meticulously cleaned, and the scent of fresh linen fills your lungs. the only evidence of someone actually living in this space is the framed photo on the bedside table. you faintly recognize frank in the picture, with another man – a brunet with a strong build, roughly the same height as him – at his side.

did you go home with him? after the bar, everything seems to lump together in your memory.

you look down at yourself, still wearing last night's clothes. you don't remember sleeping with him, but you hardly remember anything at all through the brain fog. with a sigh, you stand on unsteady legs still recovering from sleeping like the dead and stumble out the door. a short hallway leads into a small living room, where you search for any sign of the man of the hour.

a soft snore brings your attention to the sofa. when your eyes land on frank, laying on his back with a throw blanket draped across his legs, half of the fabric falling off the cushions, you have to stifle a laugh. slowly, you step near the sofa and fix the throw, scooping it up off the floor and laying it out properly, the edges of your lips twitching up at the contented sigh that escapes from him.

in a twist of fate and uncharacteristically bold decisions, you've found yourself in a stranger's apartment, standing over him while he sleeps.

"do you always watch people sleep?"

you jolt at his voice, low and hoarse as he breathes out the question, startling you out of your daze. his eyes crack open shortly after, pale irises immediately finding you before dragging over your form, unhurried as he blinks away the lingering somnolence.

"uh, no— i don't," you mutter, clearing your throat. "sorry." you add a second later, suddenly feeling small under his scrutiny.

frank chuckles, averting his gaze as he sits up, the blanket that you just laid out sliding off his upper half and folding in his lap. "don't worry about it, heard you come in." he says, waving off your apology. "assuming you were looking for me."

you nod, staring with a little too much interest as he stands from the sofa and stretches, the hem of his undershirt riding up and exposing a sliver of his well-toned abdomen that you gawk at, until his arms drop and your eyes flick back up to his.

"you hungry?" he asks, earning another nod and affirmative hum from you in response. you follow him to the small kitchen and sit at the table after he pulls one of the chairs out and motions for you to sit. you let your chin rest on your palm, absentmindedly watching him gather ingredients – that you were surprised to see, based on how empty his fridge and cabinets appeared to be – and start to cook, his back to you.

your unoccupied hand rests on the tabletop, nails lightly tapping against the surface. a couple minutes of silence pass by before you break it.

"do you do this often?" you joke, shoulders dropping as another soft chuckle leaves him.

"what, have breakfast?" he replies, dripping with sarcasm, sending you a glance over his shoulder.

you puff out a laugh and sit up straight. "bring women home from bars," you remark in yet another moment of uncharacteristic boldness. "i don't mean to pry, but... you seem pretty comfortable with having a stranger in your home." you continue with a shrug.

frank turns to face you fully, a more somber emotion that you can't quite place briefly crossing his face before his neutral expression returns. "you up for coffee?" he brushes past the question with one of his own, spinning on his heel and moving to start a pot of coffee before you even get the chance to answer.

fuck, you definitely just overstepped.

after delivering a mental kick to yourself, you shift in your seat and wrack your brain for a new topic. anything to pull you from your pit of embarrassment. frank beats you to the punch, though.

"i usually go to bars to drink, not meet people," he says, grabbing two mismatched mugs from one of the cabinets. "you're the first person i've talked to, much less invited to stay over." he adds with an amused huff, mumbling out the last bit. you idly stare at the back of his head while he plates the food— that you want to say is an omelette, but the faint burning smell that wafts from the stove, as well as the sheer volume of dishes that he somehow dirtied in such a short span of time, makes you doubt that.

he saunters to the table with a plate and one of the mugs, regarding you with an easy smile as he sets them down in front of you. contrary to what you saw and smelled, the omelette looks...

amazing, actually. if you didn't know better, you'd think it was prepared by a professional. your eyes narrow then widen, confusion evident in your expression, and you're fairly sure an audible "wow" escapes from you.

"surprised?" he teases, sitting across from you, meeting your gaze over the rim of his mug.

you concede and slowly nod your head after a beat. "i wasn't expecting you to be such a good cook."

"yeah, save the compliments 'til after you try it." he replies, silently urging you to eat.

the first bite is even better than you expected, a soft and, frankly, slightly too pleased, moan leaving your lips. frank watches you with a satisfied grin hidden behind another casual sip of his coffee.

you let yourself unwind and enjoy the meal, the lingering thoughts about how you're sitting hungover at a near-stranger's table, chatting and joking around like you're friends, melting away as the minutes of conversation and laughter tick by.

after frank makes an offhand comment about "his bed treating you well," however, you recall the question that's been on your mind since you woke up.

"did we, uh…" you trail off, suddenly struggling to find your voice as you set your fork down. after a deep breath, you manage to force the words out. "did we sleep together?"

he just stares at you for a moment, letting a horrible feeling of unease bubble up somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach. finally, he sets his mug down and leans forward, speaking in a low voice that brings back memories of last night. "do you really think i'd settle for the couch if we had?" he asks.

you blink, worrying the inside of your cheek, but relaxing nonetheless at the confirmation. before you can make any sort of comment, he continues. "you were drunk, i didn't want to send you home alone. never know what kind of creeps are hanging around the streets," he mutters the last part to himself, briefly pulling his gaze from you. "figured you'd be safest where i could keep an eye on you— no offense, i'm sure you can handle yourself just fine, but i wanted to make sure you were safe 'til you could get back on your feet."

a warmth washes over you, reminding you, again, of last night. his touch, the lingering heat under your skin, the head-spinning sensation of his lips and hands on you, the gravelly praise uttered between searing kisses.

and yet, he was a complete gentleman after all of that. you're not sure what means more to you.

"good, because i'd definitely want to remember if we did." you smile, reveling in the shock that flashes across his face.

frank seems to recover quickly, though, a lopsided grin appearing to replace the shock as he tilts back in his seat. "we still have time for that." he says, a subtle challenge. your gaze narrows and you lean forward, pressing your hands flat against the table’s surface.

"so, it's a date, then?"

he sends a quick glance to the clock on the wall nearby. when he looks back at you, it's with the same look he had when he paid your tab at the bar: charmingly cocky.

"we'll skip the drinks after dinner."

[thechaoticdruid]

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts (1)

Pairing: Astarion x F!Tav

Plot: Tav and Astarion have been settling in to life in the Underdark, trying their damnedest to find a good lead on the Ring of the Sun Walker when suddenly a distress message from an old friend lands them in a place they certainly did not see coming. An extravagant soiree hosted by a very eccentric stranger!

Content/Warnings: First chapter focuses on Tav and Astarion's life so far. Chubby Tav, Tav uses She/her pronouns, Violence and slight gore, brief nudity, suggestive content, mentions of Astarion's trauma, descriptions of a panic attack, Tav based on my own (human druid) Tav. Possible smut in future chapters. Grammar/spelling mistakes are possible. Ooc moments are possible, slight angst, comfort, fluff.

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The dark cold caverns of the Underdark were definitely not anyone's first vacation destination. They were perilous, full of several bloodthirsty beasts just waiting to tear even the most skilled of adventurers apart.  

“HEY ASSHAT! OVER HERE DUMBASS! LOOK AT MEEEE!” A young human woman shouted, waving her arms around like a complete fool.

She stuck her tongue and blew a raspberry up at a massive figure. A towering green humanoid with multiple limbs and multiple heads, only wearing a loin cloth and what appeared to be a belt made of human skulls. 

The human was short, chubby, dressed in a red cloak embroidered with little wolves on it and druidic armor tucked underneath.  She continued to mock the beast pointing two middle fingers at it. The beast growled and began to charge towards the much smaller human female.

“That's it, dumb fuck! Come to Tav!” The druid smirked, getting into a fighting stance and she looked up above.  A flaming arrow came down fast, hitting the beast in one of its foreheads.

It let out a loud low growl of pain, almost immediately shouting something in its strange native tongue. Tav couldn't for the life of her figure out what it was saying, but she was pretty sure it was far from intelligent.  Tav glanced back towards the origin of the arrow with a smile seeing her ivory haired elven lover perched up upon a high cliff. 

“Excellent aim as always, my Star!” Tav cheered. 

“Hells Teeth Tav! Get out of the way!” Her lover exclaimed. The monster lunged over for Tav, seeming to recover from its wound rather quickly before going in to grab the human female in one of its huge hands, attempting to crush her. 

Tav simply smirked before suddenly changing her shape, taking the form of a large owlbear and sinking her claws into the beast's arm before leaping away, using her wings to glide a good distance between her and the monstrosity.

The elf huffed as he reached back, grabbing for another fire arrow only to realize he had used the last one. Looks like he'd have to improvise.

“Ignis.” He recited the incantation before shooting a firebolt right at the creature’s main face, setting it ablaze and allowing Tav to get in some slashes across its lower body. The beast flailed and screamed, kicking Tav in the face and knocking her down into the ground with powerful force before charging towards the elf's advantage point.

“Shit.” The silver haired male cursed before beginning to make a run for it, only to have the ground crumble beneath him.

“Astarion!” Tav screamed, now returned to her human form, pure horror in her eyes as she saw the giant beast slam its body into the ledge her beloved had been standing on. He let out a shout as he began to fall, so close to hitting the ground before a black blur flew over and took hold of the back of his doublet.  Tav growled in anger before conjuring a thorn covered vine using her magic before lassoing it around the monster’s throat. 

Astarion blinked noticing he hadn't hit the ground, the sound of flapping wings and huffing could be heard above him.

“Ugh ... .Star, you're so heavy!” A little voice said before suddenly Astarion was gently placed on his feet. He looked back to see a black fluffy tressym huffing before slowly landing on the ground, very winded from having to hold up the elf with her tiny body.   

“Darling, where in the hells have you been?” Astarion stared down at the little black tressym as she caught her breath. 

“I tried to go catch that half-elf trader before he got too far! I think he conned us on that sun walker map!” The tressym exclaimed.

“You think?” Astarion rolled his eyes before gesturing to gigantic green humanoid.

“FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!!” Tav screamed as she was yanked up from the ground by the enormous creature as it yanked its neck hard, pulling both Tav and her vine lasso and slinging them around. 

“Tav!” Astarion quickly dashed over as Tav went flying through the air. He swiftly leaped up and caught her before tumbling down with her on top of him. “My darling, are you alright?” He asked, voice full of concern. Tav immediately got up off the elven male seemingly ignoring him. 

“I'm gonna kick some green prick’s ass!” She shouted before running back towards the beast.

Astarion huffed in annoyance, his love could be so difficult at times. It excited him back when they had first met. Her eagerness to rush into danger and slaughter her foes without a second thought truly got him going, but now that he had come to care for her so deeply things were different. He was terrified of anything happening to her. Astarion let out a sigh before drawing his bow and notching an arrow, aiming at the head he had previously been able to set ablaze.  His arrow was able to tear right through the beast, leaving blood to pour from its skull. Its other heads roared in pain as the creature flailed its arms around frantically.

Tav then suddenly remembered something she had hidden in her pack and given the creature’s distraction, now was the perfect opportunity to use it. She quickly pulled out a scroll of fireball before reciting the incantation and firing right at the monster, setting its entire body aflame. The beast twitched and spasmed, crying out in pure agony before eventually falling flat on its back, body burnt to a crisp as the life depleted from its eyes. Tav took a deep breath before running up and kicking what was left of the charred corpse.

“Take that you big green bitch!” She huffed. Astarion wiped some sweat from his brow before letting out a sigh of relief as he watched his lover take out her frustration on the carcass. 

“Goods gods. A dire-troll…” The winged cat exclaimed as she scurried over towards the couple. 

“Oh…So that's what this thing was? I had no idea those were in the Underdark.” Tav blinked before looking over at their feline companion. “Did you have luck spying on that merchant, Maddie?” 

“I believe he was making his way back to the Myconid colony. Considering we were almost killed following this map he gave us I think it's safe to assume we got scammed.” Maddie stated.

“You're right. Nothing out here but a dead end and a dead troll.” Tav sighed, stretching her arms behind her head. 

“I told you I thought he was a rogue. Why didn't you tell me you suspected he was scamming us?” Astarion asked.

“I didn't want to crush your hopes of finding the ring of the sunwalker.” Tav sighed.

“Darling, we were both almost literally crushed today.” Astarion crossed his arms. “Perhaps we should forget about feelings if there's a chance we're walking into certain death, hm?” 

“Sorry….” Tav looked down, hanging her head in shame before feeling Astarion's cool hands cup her face and make her look at him. 

“I'm not angry at you, I just don't want you getting hurt on my behalf, love.” He said before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We will find this magic sun ring in time, but you must be by my side when we do.”  He looked down at her fondly, eyes round and full of love. Tav couldn't help but give in to the smile that was creeping its way across her face as she glanced back up at her love. Maddie then suddenly cleared her throat as she looked up at her humanoid companions.

“I do hate to interrupt this beautiful moment my friends, but there is the matter of the man who conned us out of 1000 gold pieces for that map.” The tressym exclaimed, tapping a paw against the ground.

“Right. That bastard owes us money.” Tav said as she pulled away from her partner. “Hmm…You know Astarion, we could always invite him out for bite ...if you have the appetite, my Star.” 

“Oh my love, you know I simply adore it when you treat me to dinner.” Astarion flicked his tongue over his fangs, a sadistic grin making its way onto his face. “I'm salivating just thinking about it.~” 

“I always make sure to take good care of my man.” Tav boasted with a smug grin, giving her vampiric love a wink. “Come on Maddie, let's go pay this con man a visit.

“Yes, of course Tav.” Maddie said before hopping up onto Tav's shoulder and hitching a ride on her. 

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Once they tracked down the merchant who scammed them, took back their gold and allowed Astarion to have a nice little treat, the trio returned to their current abode to rest up after a tiring day of adventuring in the Underdark.  Tav and Astarion had taken up residence in the old abandoned Arcane Tower after getting assistance repairing it from the Kuo-Toa. Conveniently the fish folk had still believed Tav to be some god of murder and were easily convinced to build her a palace for her and her murderous bride (which was what they referred to Astarion as).

It was less building a palace and more so just doing renovations on the tower to make it more homey as Astarion put it. Once they returned home, Tav went down to the basement with Maddie trailing after her. Since her and her former companions had cured themselves of their tadpoles and defeated a threat to all of Faerûn she'd began to take up some wizard skills, studying the weave and expanding her abilities.

She'd honestly always wanted to be a wizard, but when you grow up in a family full of druids, in a village full of druids you don't exactly have that many options. Tav opened up one of her journals, sketching a little doodle of the dire-troll she fought today before looking through one of the magical tomes Gale had sent to her from Waterdeep. She studied the pages, taking in the different techniques and incantations for fire spells. These definitely would have been hells of a lot more help earlier today. Maddie leapt up on the desk Tav sat at in the basement, stretching out her wings before letting out a yawn and taking a seat next to Tav. 

“Star was asking for you Tav.” The little feline spoke up in her sweet high sounding voice. “He said he patched up the tear in your cloak.” 

“Tell him I said thanks, but I'm busy right now.” Tav muttered, trying to concentrate on reading the current page she was on. 

“He also said something about gagging you and tying you up if you keep ruining the clothes he makes you?” The tressym tilted her head innocently, a bit confused by Astarion's threat.

“Oh well, that's nice.” Tav said, barely paying any attention.  She was too invested in the tome to even hear the noise of the elevator coming down, followed light footsteps moving across the stairs.

“Darling, just what exactly are you doing down here?” Astarion suddenly took a step behind her, causing Tav to jump.

“AH! Hells Astarion!” She said, turning back to see him, crossing his arms. 

“I thought I told that cat to fetch you…” Astarion huffed and glanced over at Maddie with a raised brow.

“I'm a tressym!” Maddie pouted, ears shooting straight back. Astarion ignored her offended demeanor and focused solely on Tav.

“I'm trying to study…You know wizard stuff…” Tav sighed before looking up at her needy vampire boyfriend.  

“And you can't just read this upstairs? With me?” Astarion stepped over to Tav before suddenly planting himself on her lap and snaking his arms around her shoulders. If it wasn't for Tav’s well filled out form he probably would have squished her. The position honestly looked a little funny given he was taller than her.  

“Not when you do stuff like this.” Tav pouted, a blush spreading across her face as he sat on her lap, muscular ass pressed down on her thigh. “I know you don't have much to do when we're here but I need to study. This could be so useful for when we're out there searching for that ring!” Tav gave him a small smile. 

“You already know enough magic as it is, you're a druid for gods sake. I don't see the point in forcing yourself to do this unnecessary work.” Astarion huffed. 

“Please Star this is important to me. Just give me a little longer. Then we can do whatever you want.” Tav hummed, looking back at him with puppy dog eyes. 

“Oh alright. You have twenty minutes. Then you and I are getting a bath.” He smirked before planting a kiss on her cheek and getting up. Tav continued on with her studies before eventually getting up and joining her lover in a hot bath he'd prepared for the two of them. Tav stripped down her armor and undergarments before exposing her thick curvaceous form and getting into the tub beside him. All the stretch marks, creases, lumps and imperfections were completely on show for the vampire to see.

It had honestly taken a long time before she had become confident enough to expose herself in front of him so casually, but she'd come so far.  Not too long ago she'd thought of herself unworthy of having a lover.  Funny how things could change so drastically.  Astarion at times practically worshipped this body she loathed so greatly.

Tav still didn't understand it.

“You know you could probably try finding a hobby, Star. Something besides killing, and me…” Tav hummed a bit as her elven lover washed her messy locks. “You're very good at sewing. Why not try that? The cloak you made for me is gorgeous.” 

“And yet you ripped it.” Astarion rolled his eyes as Tav sat between his legs.

“Technically the troll ripped it.” Tav sassed, before wincing at a slight tug on her hair. 

“Yes well who's fault is that now is it?” Astarion smirked. 

“You fixed it though, didn't you?” Tav grinned, turning back to look at him,“see this is a perfect hobby.”

“You just want me to be your personal seamstress don't you?” Astarion booped Tav's nose playfully.

“Would that be so terrible?” Tav tilted her head.

“Maybe not…I will admit I do rather like dressing you up…. Almost as much as I like undressing you.” He growled in her ear before planting a kiss on her neck. Tav couldn't help but giggle, feeling him wrap his arms around her ribs, pulling her back against his chest before resting his chin on top of her head with a sigh. “This is nice…” He hummed, resting his eyes. Tav let out a peaceful sigh before relaxing against him.

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Peace never truly lasts. Eventually there's always something that comes along to throw one’s world back into chaos.  

Tav and Astarion had gone to bed, all snuggled up in their elegant silky sheets Tav had been able to purchase. She used funds she'd made while writing her popular book series ‘Blood-Mage’ (a ridiculously smutty novel featuring a handsome young sorcerer named Garrett Delarous who ends up forced to team up with Vampire Lord Arian Arcane to save the world or something…).

Tav laid there, bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling while Astarion tranced beside her, arms wrapped around her plush waist as his head rested against her chest.  Usually Astarion’s embrace was enough to keep her anxiety fueled insomnia away but tonight her mind would not still. Too many thoughts ran a muck in her head, never calming down. It was almost maddening. 

Eventually she shut her eyes, trying her damndest to relax and drift away. She did a little exercise where she'd picture herself sleeping in her mind, thinking of the cool feeling of the sheets, the softness of her mattress and the comfort of her lover's arms.  Tav was so, so very close to drifting away, but then the worse happened.

“No! G-Get away!” A voice whimpered out beside her, sending Tav on high alert. Astarion had jerked away from her. “Master please! No more!” 

“Astarion.” Tav sat up and looked over at her panicked love.  She moved quickly to shake him awake, fearful he may hurt himself in his unconscious state with his thrashing.

“GET THE HELLS AWAY FROM ME!” He hissed, fangs barred as he dug his nails into the bed. Astarion was wide awake now, breathing quickly, frantically. His eyes were filled with terror as tears formed in the corners. 

“My love…. It's me….Tav…” Tav said calmly getting off the bed to give him space. “No one is going to hurt you. You're safe.”

“I….I saw him again….” The elf shakily choked out. “He was reciting poetry…as he carved it into my flesh...” Astarion took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure but he still shook like a leaf. “I'll never get rid of that fucking bastard!” 

“Cazador is dead, Astarion. He will never hurt you again.” Tav said calmly. “I will never let anyone hurt you again…” 

“You can't promise that Tav.” Astarion huffed, “he still lives in my head.”  The druid slowly moved towards him, heart aching as she noticed a tear running down his cheek.  

“You're so strong my love. I know you can overcome these demons, but I'm also here when you need me.” Tav said, slowly taking a seat back on the bed. She moved her hand towards him slightly, but not too close, just close enough for him to grab if need be. It took a few more moments before Astarion glanced back over at Tav, slowly intertwining his hand with hers and giving it a squeeze. “If you want to talk about it I will listen.” Tav said. 

“I don't…” Astarion said simply. 

“Well then I won't pry…” Tav gave him a sad smile. Astarion turned towards her before pulling her close and burying his face into her neck, arms slipping around her waist. She shushed him, rubbing circles on his back in a soothing manor. 

Astarion's old master was dead and gone, but he was certainly not forgotten. Tav knew better than most that the scars of the mind were far worse than the scars of the body.  All she could really do now was stay by her lover's side and whisper sweet nothings into his pointed ears.  

Eventually the two gave up on sleep for a bit. Tav had Astarion sit in one of their armchairs adorned in his eccentric silky red night robe as she scampered over to their cooking pot in only a tank and boxers. She grabbed one of the blood bank jars they kept stored away before pouring some into a mug and heating it over the fire just enough so it would appear fresh. She took the mug back over to Astarion once it was ready and gave it to him.  

“Thank you darling. I.. I'm sorry I must have woken you.” He muttered before sipping from his cup. 

“No. I actually haven't been able to sleep myself. My mind just won't settle down I suppose.” Tav hummed. 

“Were you thinking about the drow again?” Astarion asked. 

“Oh no…I..for once it wasn't him…Just a lot on my mind…Nothing important really.” 

“Tav! Astarion!” Suddenly Maddie's small voice called out as she came up the elevator and into their room.  “There is something very important you guys need to see in the basement!!!” The little black tressym flapped her wings in a panic before galloping over to them. The vampire and druid looked at each other before following their furry and feathered friend downstairs before eventually being met with a familiar face. 

Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep…or his projection self anyway. 

“Good evening, I come with an urgent message from Professor Gale of Waterdeep. He is in grave danger and is in dire need of your help.” The projection said.

“What? Can't the wizard take care of himself for one evening!” Astarion let out a frustrated sigh before crossing his arms.

“What happened!? Where's Gale?” Tav asked.

“The details of his predicament have been left enclosed in an envelope on your desk.” 

Tav hummed in confusion before walking over to her desk and tearing the envelope open. She expected a letter or maybe some cryptic message entailing that Gale was being held hostage in some dungeon somewhere, but no, all that stood out was an invitation to a formal extravagant soiree being thrown by some noble in Waterdeep. 

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Note From TheChaoticDruid: THIS IS THE SURPRISE I'D BEEN TEASING A WHILE BACK! I honestly wanted to do a fic like this ever since I'd seen people asking for a fancy party type of quest in BG3 and I was like yeah.....I want that too! Imma have to do some research for the next bit so don't expect super fast updates, but it will be continued.

Hope you enjoyed! And to all the people who recognize Maddie, you get this cookie 🫴🍪. Y'all are the real ones. 😎

~Druid

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Gilded Cage: Giant!Johnathan

This took me forever to make so please enjoy. Warning might be ooc. Contains cursing, injury, and Dio

(Y/n) was always an adventurous girl, dreaming about exploring land, sea, and even sky. Mama always told her she was a bit odd, no such thing as a castle in the sky. “If god made humans to fly, they would be born with wings”. However, (Y/N) kept on dreaming. 

“(Y/N), you silly girl, come down here at once.” (M/N) scolded her only daughter as she sat on a tree branch unladylike, skirts splayed about. (Y/N) groaned before jumping to the ground, much to her mother's dismay. 

“What is it mother?” The girl questioned causing (M/N) to put her hands on her hips. “Have you fed Milky White yet?” Chores all her mother had for her were chores. Feed Milky White, wash the clothes, milk Milky White, go to market, sweep the floors, do the mending. It was all too much. For once she’d like to step aboard a ship and go somewhere new or fly like a bird far away from miserable chores.

” Yes, I did mother.” 

“Well, go brush Milky White since she won’t stop crooning.” 

(Y/N) sighed as she stomped past her mother. Sure enough, Milky was mooing on the top of her lungs. “I’m coming Milky!” (Y/N) shouted as she ran to the cow.

The barn was a small wooden building since (Y/N) and (M/N) were poor. Firewood lay outside in a sloppy stack, causing (Y/N) to trip over a log, cursing. Milky’s barn stank to high heaven. When’s the last time she had fresh hay? “Ugh Milky, you need a bath.” (Y/N) swatted at the air to get rid of the horrible smell. 

“Moo.” Milky groaned in protest. (Y/N) grabbed her harness, bell tinkling as the two walked in the direction of the river. 

The river was a beautiful pristine blue with it being so clear you could see the rocks at the bottom. (Y/N) took off her shoes and stockings before plunging into the cold water. Milky looked in amusement as her owner splashed around with childish joy. Squishing the mud between her toes, (Y/N) called out. “Come in the water Milky. It’s great.” Milky rolled her big brown eyes before trudging in the water.

Splashing about and scrubbing Milky the girl was able to see sparkling white color of her fur being revealed as the sludge disappeared. Having the time of her life she laughed carefree. This is what life is all about. 

“Ouch” (Y/N) cried in pain and something sharp hit her in the head. Feeling her head for blood or scratches, she found the source. A gold coin.

” Milky treasure fell from the sky, it’s a miracle!” 

The cow lows in response before getting out of the river. 

“Wait Milky, you’re not done!”

The girl chased the mischievous cow home to her mother who was ecstatic at the gold coin. The two were able to make a good week off said coin until they were back to worrying about money once more. The mother thinking practically about her daughter getting a job or getting married to someone rich, while (Y/N) still longed to travel to far off places and spread her wings as a young adult.

(Y/N) was running as fast as her legs could carry her to market. (M/N) would surely scold her for forgetting to get the eggs from the market. As she ran, she bumped into a strange looking man with a mustache. “I’m sorry sir.” Looking up at the stranger she could see exactly how strange he was. He wore a white suit with a strange, checkered hat and had a handlebar mustache. "It's quite alright miss (Y/N), it was an honest mistake." (Y/N)'s eyes widened. 

"How do you know my name?" The strange man chuckled at the girls fears not at all easing them. "I have a knack for finding out names." The man put a finger to his nose before jumping into the air and landing on the cart behind him. Awed by his acrobatics the girl forgot about the creepy man's knowledge. "Care for a sandwich?" The man asked the girl holding out a delicious looking sandwich. Though (Y/N) had nothing for breakfast or dinner last night she eyed the stranger warily. "I haven't poisoned my own sandwich. Here." The stranger takes a bite and chews it before holding out the other half. Carefully, the girl accepted it. Taking a bite, the girl sat with the man she just met. 

Honestly her mother would have a field day about how angry she'd be. First the eggs and now she's eating food with a stranger given to her by a stranger. However, food was hard to come by with being so poor, so it would be worth it. "So, miss (Y/N) where are you off to?" The mustachioed stranger asked. (Y/N) hummed while devouring the sandwich. "Mmket." The man laughed at her stuffed face and inability to speak. (Y/N)'s face flushed as she swallowed the food. "I said the Market." The man nodded and stood up. "I was heading there too care to go together?"  Still not knowing what the stranger's name was, (Y/N) was sure her mother will kill her if she accompanies this stranger, but she wasn't there. Smirking a little at the thought the girl nodded grinning devilishly. The man laughed once more as he grabbed his mule and hitched it to his cart. "We're ready to go!" The man snapped a whip causing the mule to go forward. (Y/N) had never ridden in a cart before so she was loving every second of it. "By the way what's your name?" "William, William Antonio Zeppeli."

Stretching her legs out lazily, the girl turned to the man to ask him a question."So, Mr. Zeppeli where have you come from?" Zeppeli's cheerful expression disappeared. A solemn look overtook his face. "I have come on most dire circumstances from my home country of Italy." (Y/N)'s eyes widened in excitement. "Wow you came from Italy!" Zeppeli expression softened slightly before turning to the girl. "Yes, it is a very beautiful country. I was lucky to grow up there." (Y/N) was amazed the strange man came to England all the way from Italy for- Oh my god he was going to tell me, but I interrupted. (Y/N) slapped herself in the forehead, causing Zeppeli alarm. "Signora (Y/N) whatever was the meaning of that?" "I interrupted you while you were telling me why you were here; my mother would scold me for having absolutely zero manners." Zeppeli laughed at the girl's apology, ruffling the girl's hair. "No need to worry about that, you're an inquisitive youth. Reminds me very much of my son." A sad expression filled his eyes before he shook it away. "How about you tell me about yourself?”

"Me?" The girl was confused. There wasn't much to say about her boring and insignificant life. "Well, I'm 19 to be 20 on (b/d). I like to climb trees and swim in the river near my farmhouse. I don't have a friend in the world besides Milky, my cow." She paused realizing how boring her life sounded. "Oh, and my dream is to explore the world like father used to do!" She finished before turning to the Italian man. "That's pretty much it." The man chuckled at her enthusiasm for adventure. "You should travel some while you're still young, might find someone to marry and settle down with." (Y/N) wrinkled her nose at the subject of marriage. "Marriage isn't worth its weight in gold! I'll never get married as long as I live!" Zeppeli laughed at (Y/N)'s bold declaration. "You are quite the charmer Signora (Y/N), it's a shame that no man will have the pleasure of calling you his." Angered by his choice of words, the girl kicked her feet out, sprawling out even more. She was a free spirit and would stay that way as long as possible. 

If only she knew . . .            

In the market it was more bustling than usual, villagers flitting around trying to find the best deal on items. Mr. Zeppeli stopped his donkey Arturo at the front of the market square.  Sliding of Arturo's back Zeppeli held out his hand for (Y/N) to take "This is where we part ways Signora (Y/N), may you find those eggs and perhaps explore more of this beautiful world." (Y/N) ignored the man's hand and hopped down on her own, brushing dirt off her skirts. "It was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Zeppeli, may you change your mind on marriage and women's independence." With that she strutted off most indignantly to find the stall that sold the best-looking eggs. 

Looking around at the items for sale she felt her heart hurt at the expensive prices. We may have to do without eggs. She thought to herself. She stopped admiring a shiny new compass with delight, picking it up into her rough (s/c) hands to admire it further.

"STOP thief!" What? She didn't steal anything! Placing the compass down, she raised her arms above her head to avoid suspicion. A skinny yet muscular looking blond man ran past her with a loaf of bread in his hands. He must have stolen it. Her mother always told her that stealing was wrong, so this man needed to be stopped. Chasing after the man she too yelled "Stop!" He turned around confused at the new voice, narrowing his eyes at her he smirked. Then bolted towards the woods. Dear lord, all this for some eggs. Running as fast as her legs could she ran into the woods.

Tired, thirsty, and disoriented (Y/N) wandered through the woods. Gasping for breath she stopped by a tree to rest. Catching her breath, she realized she didn't recognize this space. Huffing to herself she decided to climb a tree to see if she could recognize the surrounding area. Scrambling up a tall oak she could see the blond she followed in a clearing. Cursing loudly to himself, it was clear he was lost too. She smirked deviously at the blond below. This was going to be fun. "OooooooOooh" she wailed from her perch. The blond turned around whipping his head about. "Who's there?!" He shouted causing a wider grin to form on her face. "YOou shooudln't haveee stolen ooooh." She continued. "Oh bugger off!" The thief snarled, pulling out his knife, though he was clearly shaking. "Face the punishments of-" Snap 

"Ah!" (Y/N) screamed as she fell right on top of something: squishy? "Mgh mmm!" Oh no she was dead for sure. Hopping off the thief (Y/N) scurried off to try and escape. "Hey you!" Oh no. "You almost killed me you silly wretch!" He seemed to be getting very angry at the girl. (Y/N) began to cry in fear. "I'M SOOOORRRRY SIR, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" The blond jumped back at the girl's outburst and raised an eyebrow. "Kill ya why would I kill ya?" (Y/N)'s sniffles died down. "Because you have a knife." She whimpered. The blond looked offended before putting away his knife. "If I'd known it was a girl I wouldn't have pulled a knife." 

"What did you think it was?" (Y/N) sniffed. The blond's face turned pink as he mumbled something under his breath. "Huh?" (Y/N) asked clearly confused. "Look I thought it was some bloke in the trees!" He said hurriedly. The girl gasped before punching the guy in arm. "I don't sound like a bloke!" (Y/N) screamed while punching the man in the arm. "Ow damn it woman you hurt me! What kind of mannish whore are you?!" "You take that back!" The two tussled until it became dark. "Ow it hurts!" (Y/N) whined rubbing her bruises. The thief laid on the forest floor gasping for breath. While wheezing he began to laugh "You fight hard for a girl, I'm Robert E.O. Speedwagon!" He held his hand out for the girl to take, which she slapped away. The blond was taken aback by her boldness. "You hurt me and you're a thief, why would I accept a scum's hand?"

Speedwagon stares at her angrily "I'm doing what I have to survive, do you want me to die?" (Y/N) was confused. Was she being naive again, picturing the world in black and white? Robert didn't seem too bad, but he stole and fought. Yet he seemed kind. She didn't know what to think and quite frankly could see some exceptions to her mother's rules like now. "Well, if it's for survival I don't see how it can be wrong." (Y/N) responded causing Speedwagon to grin. This was the start of a lovely friendship.

Life was great for (Y/N) for a while. She and her mother may be barely getting by, but she spent a lot of time with her new friend Speedwagon. Also, every once and a while (Y/N) got a conversation with Mr. Zeppeli. Adventure was something that the girl was able to bring to her life. However, (Y/N)'s world was about to come crashing down with the news her mother gives her one day. 

"(Y/N) we have to sell Milky White." (M/N) announced as the two ate a meager breakfast. (Y/N)'s fork fell to the ground with a clatter. Her throat felt very dry. "What?" was all the girl managed to squeak out as her mother's solemn face never changed. "(Y/N) how often has Milky given us milk?" (M/N) asked the girl, which led the girl to think. Milky wasn't giving milk as often as she used to. She had been the family's cow ever since she was two, when dad was still alive. "She gave us milk two weeks ago." (M/N) sighed at her daughter's optimism. "(Y/N) that was eight years ago." No, it wasn't. It couldn't be. Milky may be old but she was a member of the family. Tears formed in (Y/N)'s eyes. "What's going to happen to her?" (Y/N) asked her mother desperate for any answer where Milky would be okay. (M/N) shrugged and picked up her plate. 

"She'll most likely be slaughtered." (M/N) said nonchalantly much to (Y/N)'s despair. No. (Y/N) ran out the back door towards the barn, struggling to hold back tears. Stumbling into the pen (Y/N) landed on Milky and cried into her fur. Milky was her first and only friend for a while. "Oh Milky, what are were going to do?" The cow licked the girls cheek after sensing her sadness, causing the girl to giggle. Looking out the window (Y/N) came up with a bit so brilliant idea. "Milky, we have to run away." 

Grabbing the cow was easy but negotiating the rough, rocky terrain was hard. "Come on Milky, we've gotta leave." Mother would be worried, devastated even, but she never understood. She tried to change her daughter because she didn't want her to end up like her father. So what? She would die when she did. She just wanted to explore. To make a name for herself too-. "Signora" Zeppeli! "Mr. Zeppeli please take me with you!" Zeppeli's eyes widened. "Signora what on Earth are you talking about?" Zeppeli almost fell off his cart in shock. Tears formed in the girl's eyes again as she squeezed the rope that Milky was attached to tighter. She was ushered over to sit by Zeppeli and she told her story. Zeppeli's face grew solemn as she finished, soaking in all the details. He stood up and unhitched his mule. 

"You must return home to your mother at once." (Y/n)'s jaw dropped. "What?!" Zeppeli looked her in the eye and put a hand on her shoulder. "Please signora, you must not drop your family over this. She is your only parent no?" (Y/N)'s face flushed pink as she wiped her tears. How stupid was she? She was going to leave her mother all alone over a cow. Milky was important to her but wasn't a human. She couldn't talk to (Y/N), feed (Y/N), or scold (Y/N) when she was naughty. Milky was great but wasn't her mother. Zeppeli was right. 

"Mr. Zeppeli I need to go home but first I need to sell Milky, but this will be hard." (Y/N) trailed off thinking about who would care for Milky like she and (M/N) had all those years. Zeppeli stared at (Y/n) a moment or two before his eyes lit up. "You say you want Milky to be happy no?" "Yes" (Y/N) said with resolution. Zeppeli pulled out a hefty looking pouch and tossed it to her "I'll buy your beloved Milky for a fair price and I promise I'll take good care of her." (Y/N) caught the bag with a huge grin, embracing Zeppeli with all her might. "Thank you Zeppeli, for everything." Zeppeli froze, before returning the embrace. "My pleasure bambina." 

(Y/N)'s mother searched every place she could think to find her mischievous daughter. She wasn't trying to break the poor girl's heart but her job as a seamstress was hard enough to feed one mouth, let alone three. When she reached the market, she was going to weep from stress and anguish. Her daughter had run off with the cow and left the older woman all alone. No one had seen her. Oh, how she wished that her husband was still alive, he could have set that girl straight. He'd know what to do. It was just pessimistic, hard-working (M/N) who never wanted to marry or have children. But she loved her husband and her daughter. Defeated and tired the woman went home to find her daughter covered in dirt and smiling. "My darling imp! Where have you been?!" "I was at the market and I sold the cow to a friend, look how much I've made!" (M/N) smiled as she reached for the heavy bag of what she presumed were coins. "Oh, you've done it (Y/N), let's count how much you made." Smiles made their ways to the two's faces and the women sat at the small wooden table to count coins. 

Chink

Beans, green beans came out of the bag. 

"(Y/N) my darling, where's the money?"

"It was in the bag mother." 

"Oh. What are the beans for darling?"

"What?"

(Y/N) knew she had blown it when her mother showed her the beans. Her mother's sweet and contented face turned to anger. "You ran off with the cow to bring home a bag of beans! I should have known you would do this! How dare you come home with these. These!" Her mother tossed the beans out the window. Turning her violent rage back to her child, she backhanded the poor girl, who cried out in pain and misery. "To your room at once and don't even think about supper or breakfast or anything to eat. I ought to sell you, you foolish girl!" (Y/N) ran from her mother who melted to the floor a wept bitterly at the family's misfortune. 

(Y/N) tossed and turned in her bed that night, wondering why she had been so foolish to trust Zeppeli to help her in need. Speedwagon had told her not to trust that man and she did. Why was she so naive and trusting? Night passed on and soon she fell into a bitter sleep. Only to wake to her room being ingulfed in a darkness. Huh? The girl turned to see a massive leaf covering her window, a bean plant leaf. Rushing to the window, she brushed the green curtain aside to see a massive, twisted staircase leading to the heavens. A beanstalk. It was early morning, and the house was quiet meaning no breakfast would be made anytime soon. Her stomach growled in protest. She might as well explore. She hopped onto the leaf and began her asencion into the sky.

(Y/N) panted with exhaustion as she was in the sky now, the little farmhouse a spec beneath her. She reached out to a cloud and touched it. Puff. A gentle softness filled her fingers. Solid yet squishy. Rolling over and laying on the cloud she waited and rested. Not long had passed before she fell into a deep sleep. 

Johnathan Joestar was a giant. Proud, strong, rich, and powerful giants were his descendants. Unlike his descendants he disagreed with how they viewed humans. While many were brutish and downright nasty like his half brother Dio, he was gentle and kind to any human he saw. How he longed to join the humans who worked and played beneath his manor in the clouds. A pity he was tall and horrifying to any who saw him, standing thirty feet tall. He sighed as he took a walk with his giant dog Danny. "Woof!" Danny was running ahead before he stopped to sniff and bark at something in the clouds. "What's the matter Danny?" Danny persisted in barking at the item he found on the ground, barking like there was no tomorrow at it. Johnathan leaned down to inspect what his loyal companion had found. A human. A human girl. A pretty human girl sleeping peacefully like there was no tomorrow. Johnathan blushed as he watched her tiny chest go up and down with every breath. She could be squished, fall through the thin portion of cloud, or worse be found by Dio. No! Johnathan wouldn't allow that. Carefully scooping the human girl up in his giant hands he walked in the direction of his manor, Danny barking excitedly by his master's side. He smiled thinking about all the things he talk about with his new friend. 

(Y/N) woke up feeling a softness that rivaled the cloud she was sleeping on earlier. Wait rivaled? Opening her eyes, the girl saw a large expanse of blue. Was it an ocean? How long was she out? She looked around to see what looked like a wealthy's man's bedroom but larger. Way larger. While trying to reorient herself (Y/N) felt the ground begin to shake as stomping was heard. Quickly (Y/N) hid in the wedge between the pillows.  Peeping out (Y/N) let out a gasp. A giant man came into view as he looked around the room in search of something. His light sea blue eyes held a deep kindness to them but (Y/N) wasn't taking any chances. "You can come out now, I promise you I won't hurt you." No no no no. (Y/N) sunk further into the crack between the pillows, praying to whatever deity would listen that this man wouldn't find her. Unfortunately, the gods were feeling spiteful as a large blue followed her every move like a spotlight. "There you are." 

(Y/N) shrieked as she found herself being lifted into the air by a giant hand. She did everything she could think of to get out of the giant's grasp: biting, pinching, kicking, screaming as loud as she could. Soon dissolving into sobs when she realized it wasn't working. Johnathan's eyes softened at the clear misery of the poor girl, before shushing her gently. "It's okay I won't hurt you I promise, I just wanted to talk to a human." The girl continued heaving dry sobs as he set her down on his shoulder and sat on his bed. (Y/N) was overwhelmed to be completely honest it was too much for her. Calming down a little she scooted closer to the giant man's ear and whispered. "Who are you?" Delighted Johnathan beamed brightly. "My name is Johnathan Joestar and you are in my manor, I've never seen a human this close but am delighted to meet you Ms. . . . "   

"(Y/N)" she weakly replied. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. (Y/N) that is a very beautiful name."

The girl and the giant spoke for some time Johnathan was able to make her laugh for a bit, getting her more comfortable with him. She told him about her life with her mother, how they were poor, how she had to sell the cow, and how she ended up there. Johnathan told her about his father, his dog, his life, and his half-brother Dio. 

"I must warn you that my brother comes to my house at random times, and he hates humans. He'll eat you if he finds you here." At the word eat, (Y/N)'s stomach started to growl. Johnathan chuckled at the girl's stomach. "Sounds like you're hungry. Come I'll prepare you some food." Johnathan walked into the kitchen with (Y/N) on his shoulder. In the kitchen there was more food then (Y/N) had ever seen in her life. Links of sausage and hams left to dry. Cheese wheels big enough to feed her entire kingdom. Fruits that were big enough to live in. "I didn't finish my breakfast, so I'll let you have as much as you want." Johnathan smiled offering a hand for the girl to land in. Eagerly the girl jumped onto Johnathan's palm and waited for him to land it on the table. Eggs, bacon, toast, beans, and even slices of delicious looking apple. It was all too much for the girl to take in as she went on a munching frenzy. Eating here and there with the loving and caring look of Johnathan watching over her. She was happy and full as she munched and chatted with her new giant friend. 

Boom boom boom!

Johnathan had a panicked look on his face as he grabbed the girl and placed her in the oven. "Dio is here, don't make a sound." Johnathan told the girl who nodded. Suddenly, a handsome yet evil looking blond came stomping into the room

"Well, well brother what's this that I smell?" 

"Whatever do you smell dear brother?" Johnathan asked while peeling some potatoes.

"I smell the stench of human in my home. Now tell me where is this human I smell?" 

A cold shock of fear ran down (Y/N)'s spine, was Johnathan going to tell on her? Was she going to be boiled with those potatoes? She was too trusting once more. She waited for the conversation to end and for her to be cooked in the oven.

Johnathan's face remained neutral as he began to slice some carrots. "Whatever do you mean brother? You must smell the human you ate days ago in this house." Days? (Y/N) gulped as she heard him say this. Dio sat down at the chair Johnathan sat in earlier. "What a disgusting mess you cooked brother." Dio laughed as he insulted Johnathan's cooking. What a nasty man. He reminded (Y/N) of those brutes she and Speedwagon had fought off at the market. "Yes, Dio I have been rather sloppy recently. Why don't you enjoy some of the Shepard's pie I've cooked?" Johnathan grabbed a vial of something a dropped a bit of it into the pie, before handing it to Dio. Dio smirked and took a bite. "You know Jojo I think this is one of the only things that you cook that isn't complete shit." Jojo smiled a big fake smile. "Thank you for your kind words, Dio." Dio turned and smirked before snapping his fingers. "Jojo bring me the family gold so I can count it while I eat." Gold? Johnathan sighs and walks into the other room. Dio sniffs the air and glares. Standing up and searching for the offending stench.

(Y/N) curled up further into a ball, squeezing her eyes shut, praying to whatever god will hear her that Dio won't find her. "Somewhere there is a human, Jojo thinks he can fool I, Dio, but he is an idiot to think so." Oh god no. Dio sniffs the air before turning to the oven. “Poor Jojo, thinking he can fool me. Well, I’ll admit he was clever to hide this human in an oven but no matter. Let’s have look now.” Sweat began pouring down (Y/N)’s back as she shook furiously. He was going to spot her and roast her alive. Scrunching further down in the corner she hid her face in her hands, prepared for the wicked giants crimson eye to peak into the oven. “Dio have you no manners.” Jojo was back! “Jojo, I was simply curious about how hot you kept the oven to make the Shepard’s pie.” Liar filthy liar. Jonathan sighed before placing a heavy sounding bag on the table. “Here’s most of the gold. Enjoy counting our late father’s wealth.” Dio face lit up with greed as he grabbed the bag. “Much obliged Jojo.” So the two sat at the table silently with the only sound being the sound of gold scraping the table. (Y/N) could only imagine how much money was in that bag. It made her imagine what her mother would say if she brought home all that gold. 

“(Y/N) my beautiful, brave girl. You’ve saved our farm and our lives. You can travel the world as much as you please and make a name for yourself.” 

Nah she wouldn’t say that, but she would be grateful. Wrapped up in her thoughts she was surprised when she heard a thud followed by loud snoring. Cautiously, the girl peaked an eye through the grate in the oven door. There Dio lay sound asleep, and would you look at that, he dropped the gold coins he was holding. She was startled out of her thoughts as the door to the oven gently swung open. Johnathan sent a gentle yet sheepish smile. “Dio left one of his potion books open, which might have had a sleeping potion recipe inside.” Jojo held out a hand for (Y/N) to jump into which she gladly hopped onto. Climbing back to Johnathan’s ear she spoke gently yet with some hurry in her tone. “It was lovely meeting you Jojo but I’m afraid I have to go." Johnathan’s kind blue eyes turned sad at his friend's words. “Alright but before you go, promise me you’ll come back tomorrow.” Johnathan’s statement sounded a tinge desperate however (Y/N) smiled a nodded. “Yes tomorrow.” Johnathan smiled before placing her on the floor and guiding her to the door. Once outside she almost kicked herself. The treasure was right there, and she foolishly wasted her opportunity. Then again, she would feel guilty stealing it from someone as sweet as Johnathan. However, it was for her mother and herself. As she climbed down the beanstalk, she solidified her will to steal just a few gold coins the next time she went to Johnathan's manor.

The next day, (Y/N) woke up bright and early to make the journey up the beanstalk uninterrupted by any outside forces. This time coming prepared for a wide haul with a worn brown leather satchel wrapped around her chest. She'd at least come home with one coin to prove to her mother that she isn't useless. Stretching her aching muscles, (Y/N) began her climb. Pulling herself up bit by bit and leaf by leaf. Finishing her climb after a shorter rest than last time. Two beady black eyes met the girl as she reached the clouds. A giant Great Dane was now on its haunches asking to play. Its tail causing tremors in the air causing the young girl to flail backwards. She could feel herself falling to her death when a familiar warm hand caught her. “Danny naughty boy. You almost killed our guest.” The dog, oblivious to his owners scolding, barked happily and continued wagging his monstrous tail. Johnathan turned to face the human in his hand. “(Y/N) this is Danny, my family dog.” Danny barked joyfully and spun around causing the girl to laugh. “Nice to meet you Danny.” (Y/N) said cheerfully while doing a mock curtsy to the dog. Johnathan chuckled at the girl’s actions before placing her on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’ve returned (Y/N).” (Y/N) smiled at her giant friend and playfully spoke into his ear. “Why wouldn’t I come back?” 

Johnathan’s mood instantly dropped as he sat down on the clouds. Danny clumsily sitting beside the giant barking for pets. Johnathan stroked his dog’s ear affectionately before looking wistfully off into the distance. “I’m going to tell you this only because you are my friend but promise you won’t stop visiting me.” Seeing her big friend sad the girl nodded vigorously and barked a confident yes out. Johnathan began playing with the clouds like they were blades of grass as he sighed and began his story.

“Before my mother died it was my father and her, both were fascinated by humans. My mother would often build little replicas of human houses and villages and my father would buy little dolls to go in them. They always wanted to visit the humans below but then they had me and things changed…”

” My mother was determined to meet humans, so she planned to take the sky bridge with my father and me to see the humans. Everything was set to go except the carriage crashed. My mother didn’t make it leaving my father and I the only members of the family. My father grew heart broken by the loss of my mother and ordered the sky bridge be destroyed. He never spoke about humans again and would lecture me if I ever expressed my own interest in them. For a while it was just my father and I and Danny of course, but that all changed when Dio came. He would always suck up to my father and turned my friends and own father against me. What even worse is that he owns half of the manor and fortune which means I have to be nice to him in my own home even when he’s cruel to me.”

(Y/N) listened intently to the blue haired giant and felt a tear coming to her own eye as she heard his voice become shaky and saw a tear streak down his cheek. “I’m so sorry Jojo.” Was all the girl could muster as (Y/N) could have never guessed her friend had gone through so much. Jojo’s solemn face turned to one of joy as he picked the girl up and patted her head with his finger gently. “It’s all right now because I have you.” The girl smiled and leaned into Johnathan’s touch. “Yes, you have me.” 

With those words the girl sealed her fate …

Speedwagon was worried. He hadn’t seen his friend (Y/N) in weeks, and when he did she had new clothes and shoes and a proper handkerchief to keep her hair out of her face.  She would smile and wave at him but he felt something was off. When they talked she would speak about some man called Jonathan Joestar, which he wasn’t jealous of at all. Nope, not Speedwagon. It’s just every time she would stare at the clouds wistfully, he felt his anxiety grow. Was Johnathan a good man or was he taking advantage of his sweet yet naive friend? She could take care of herself but he couldn’t help but wonder what trouble she had gotten into. “Robert!” Speedwagon snapped out of his daze as his (h/c) friend was right in front of his face with an annoyed expression.

” Yes (Y/N)?” (Y/N) groaned as he looks confused at her expectant face. “Did you hear anything I said?” (Y/N) pouted pressing her (lip color) lips out cutely. Speedwagon blushed at his thoughts. Cutely? He always thought of (Y/N) as a little sister: rambunctious, adventurous, and very very annoying. However, seeing her so happy and clean for the first time in a while, Speedwagon felt his heart flutter. “You’re still not listening.” (Y/N) pouted even more before pinching his reddening cheeks. Speedwagon pushed her away her assault of his cheek. “Oi quit poking me you dummy!” The girl gasped before hitting him. “I’m not dumb I’ve got my edumacation!” Speedwagon snicked at her mistake. “What?! Did I say it wrong?!” Speedwagon was full belly laughing at his friends mistake. “No, I consider myself edumacated too.” Speedwagon howls with laughter after his comment. (Y/N) proceeded to chase Speedwagon down and tackle him. The two wrestled until (Y/N) pinned Speedwagon down. “Got ya I- “Speedwagon couldn’t resist as his planted his lips on hers. He blushed hard at the closeness and her being on top of him. (Y/N) blushed to before squeaking and pushing him away. 

“What the bloody hell was that?!” Speedwagon turned redder at his friend’s anger. “I thought we were having a moment.” Speed wagon mumbled before turning to get up and walk away. “Wait!” (Y/N) grabbed Speedwagon’s before kissing him again. The kids was brief and unexperienced but the two were red in the face afterward. (Y/N) shyly turned away and said. “Wanna come over to eat? Mums making roast.” Speedwagon beams and nods as the two walk away hand in hand.

The preparation was done. Johnathan looked at his work smiling happily. It took him weeks, but he finished the beautiful replica manor. The bathroom and kitchen working with all the functioning appliances anyone could desire. All it was missing was a doll. Johnathan placed a replica doll of a certain (h/c) into the manor next to a doll of him. He picked up the doll and placed it near his ear. “What’s that (Y/N) dear you wish to be married? Well, I’m sure we can be as soon as I find a way for you to be giant or I could become your size.” Johnathan rambled on while holding the doll close. He could almost hear her calming voice whispering in his ear. It had been weeks since her last visit and his was already going crazy without her. Sighing dreamily, he laid down on his bed turning to face the doll. “She couldn’t have left me forever, could she?” He used his fingers to make the doll shake its head no. “Of course, not she loves me, and I love her, more than anything in the world.” Johnathan’s musings were interrupted by Danny’s barks. It must be her! Leaping off of his bed he bounded down the stairs to see-

Dio smirking and standing at the foot of the staircase. “Hello Jojo, excited to see me?” Ah well I guess someone as small as her couldn’t open a door as big as his. “Yes, I am elated to see you Dio.” Johnathan said dryly. Dio laughed at Johnathans change in mannerisms. “Come now you looked so happy Jojo! Could it be that you are waiting for someone else?” Dio tone changed drastically as he began to climb the stairs. “Dio drop it.” Johnathan’s voice changed from dry to fiery as Dio ascended the staircase. “Oh no Johnathan, you’ve been hiding something from me, so I won’t drop it.”

Dio forced his way into Johnathan’s after much protest from the blue eyed giant. “What’s this dear brother, playing house with a mysterious woman? What embarrassment of a giantess have you possibly met?” Johnathan’s anger boiled he had to deal with constant taunting and manipulation from Dio, but he drew the line at Dio insulting you. “Enough she’s not an embarrassment and I think it’s time you leave!” Johnathan raised his voice and pointed at the door. Dio’s amusement turned to vitriol as his crimson eyes narrowed. “Are you kicking me out Jojo?” Johnathan met his gaze with an even fiercer one. “Yes I’m saying you need to leave this house and my life for good.” He wouldn’t have had the courage to tell Dio off if it weren’t for you. Aren’t you amazing? However this moment of triumph was cut short with Dio sending a strong right hook to Johnathan’s face.

Johnathan fell to the floor and clutched cheek is shock. “You have no right to tell me what to do Jojo! You’re worthless nothing compared to me, and don’t ever forget that!” Dio spit on Johnathan’s curled up form. With that Dio stormed out in a fit of rage, not before kicking Danny on the way out. Danny came upstairs to his master with his tail tucked between his legs. Johnathan stroked Danny’s head and sighed. “Damn Dio, that horrible selfish bastard! Next time he’s here I’ll kill him!” Danny licked his master’s bruising cheek as the two lay on the floor side by side.

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she made her way up the beanstalk. Two days after her kiss with Speedwagon, she set her mind on one thing. Getting enough money to allow her mother to live in peace and traveling the world with Speedwagon. First, she must tell Johnathan her plan. As her giant friend hadn’t gotten a visit from her in a while she simply had to tell him that she would be going somewhere far from England. Giddily she hummed while climbing the stalk up to the familiar clouds. However, there was no Johnathan or Danny to greet her. Stupid, of course he wouldn’t wait there for weeks on end for her. Hoisting herself up to the clouds and scolding herself, she made her way in the direction of where she last saw the manor. Sure, enough the Joestar manor stood proud upon the clouds in all its glory. She walked up to the large front door and knocked as loud as she could. “Jojo it’s me (Y/N)!” She shouted as loud as she could. No answer. Fiddlesticks what was a girl to do. (Y/N) then saw an open window on the side of the house leading to the kitchen. (Y/N)’s eyes lit up as she determinedly waltzed to the side of the house. Being as small as she was compared to the house. The bricks functioned as a nice climbing wall and the vines on the side a good support.  

Climbing was exhausting and (Y/N) was gasping for breath. She severely underestimated the length of the climb. Good thing she was in semi good shape as she reached the windowsill. Panting for air she lay staring at the top of the window. When she caught her breath, (Y/N) swung herself into the manor through the window. The kitchen was quiet . . . too quiet. "Jojo?" (Y/N) called out while leaping to a counter and down to the floor. "Hello?" Walking out of the kitchen she made it to the hallway. Maybe he's not home but where would Johnathan be? 

Smack!

(Y/N) felt her world blur as she was grabbed by a pale hand. The spin made her feel nauseous as she struggled to reorient herself, the grip got tighter and tighter. "Oh, what's this little mouse doing in my house?" A chilling feeling filled every orifice of (Y/N)'s body as she met a set of crimson eyes. "What a pity, expecting Jojo but instead it was I Dio!" Dio began to laugh evilly at the girl's misfortune. "I must admit you-" Dio stares at her with narrowed eyes before he began to laugh again. This time much louder and more unhinged. "This is the doll Jojo was playing house with?! Oh, Jojo you buffoon, falling in love with a human of all things!" Dio's laughter died down as he squeezed even tighter. "At first I was just going to eat you but now I think I'll wait until dear Jojo comes home to savor my victory."

Dio placed (Y/N) into a glass jar and screwed the lid on tight. (Y/N) pounded her fists on the jar but it was no use. Slinking down in the jar, (Y/N) began to think of all that went wrong in her life. First the beans, then meeting Johnathan, then stealing from Johnathan, and now being killed in front of her blue haired friend. Meeting Johnathan wasn’t a complete mistake but it did lead to her current misfortune. (Y/N) curled into a ball and began to cry. Leaving here was hopeless and she was done for. 

Dio had left the room only to come back with a hen and a harp. “Lay!” Dio shouted at the hen, which laid a golden egg. Satisfied he turned to the harp and shouted “Play!” The harp then began to sing a beautiful melody and strum its own string. The gentle lullaby lured the blonde giant into a deep slumber. (Y/N) saw all of this from her glass prison. She must escape and get those items. Johnathan wasn’t coming to save her so she must save her own life. Looking to the steep drop from the table was suicidal, there must be some other way to break the glass. Tears seeped into her eyes again at her precarious situation as she hit the glass as hard as she could with her fist. 

Pain, deep insufferable pain throbbed through her body. Her hand was most likely broken. However, (Y/N) didn’t stop as she hit the glass again and again, only stopping to fully ram her body into the side of the glass. 

Shatter

The glass jar broke leaving a very wounded yet free (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) tied her handkerchief around her bloody hand and began to crawl down the table. Determined and powered by a rush of adrenaline (Y/N) crept up the table leg to the table not stopping till she reached the hen. Tearing a piece of fabric off her dress the girl wrapped the fabric around the bird’s beak and grabbed the bird. Thinking about what to do with the harp the girl reached out and brushed the harp before it cried out “Master! Master!” Oh no. Dio’s eyes snapped open and he gave her the nastiest look. “Thief!” (Y/N) quickly grabbed the harp and ran down the table and towards the kitchen window. Dio made chase and swiped at the girl. Running as fast as she could (Y/N) leapt onto a table leg and climbed on a spice rack. Dio grabbed a frying pan and was intent on smacking the girl into oblivion. (Y/N) managed to dodge and grab a sausage link a swing herself to the safety of the sink. Hopping onto the windowsill the girl jumped, holding the chicken over her head. The chicken flapped its wings desperately, slowing down the fall from the window. Dio roared with anger and slammed the door open. (Y/N)’s heart was a drum in her chest as she squeezed the chicken and the shrieking harp close to her chest. She didn’t stop running until she found the beanstalk and climbed as fast as she could. “Master save me!” The harp screamed. “Shut up!” (Y/N) wheezed as she continued the climb down. Dio was following quickly in a blind rage. Fortunately, (Y/N) was quicker as she reached the bottom nimbly and ran towards the farmhouse. 

(M/N) was surprised to see her daughter running towards her covered in blood holding a chicken and a screaming harp. “Good heavens dear, what have you-“ “The axe! Get the axe mother!” (M/N) was startled by the urgency in (Y/N)’s voice but heard thundering footsteps from the sky and roaring. The woman turned to her daughter a shakily nodded. Running to the shed she saw a stranger with a mustache and a strange hat holding the axe. “Quick (M/N) get this axe to your daughter!” (M/N) stood confused as all get out as to how this strange man was in her barn but simply took the axe and ran to her daughter.

By now Dio’s booming voice had drawn closer and (Y/N) stared nervously at the sky. Hearing shouting she saw her mother and a face she’d never thought she’d see again. “Mr. Zeppeli?” “The giant is getting closer (Y/N), chop with all your might.” (Y/N) took the axe and began to chop.

Thwack 

Thwack

Thwack

”Ow!” 

(Y/N)’s arm was badly injured from breaking the glass and bent at a weird angle. She couldn’t chop anymore.

Thwack 

Thwack 

Thwack 

(M/N) grabbed the axe from her daughter and began to chop furiously at the beanstalk. 

“Foolish human, I’ll grind your bones to make my bread! Teach you to steal from I Diooooo-“

The beanstalk snapped in half and tipped to the side. The giant climbing fell with a thud and hit the earth. As the dust settled Zeppeli walked over to the crater where the giant lay. Zeppeli carefully examined the giant. “He’s dead, (Y/N) you killed him.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened at Zeppeli’s statement. “M-me?!” Zeppeli chuckled and ruffled her messy hair/headscarf/head. “Yes you killed this awful giant and brought back your spoils of war. I think we should call you (Y/N) the Giant Slayer.” (Y/N) blushed before pushing Zeppeli away. “Wait a minute you’re the one who got me in this mess!” Zeppeli looked down at the ground in shame. Eyes turning glassy with remorse. “I will forever be apologetic towards my actions Senorita, you just remind me so much of (F/N).” This time it was (M/N)’s turn to be upset. She walked up and smacked the mustachioed man straight in the face. “Listen here you Italian bastard, you have no right to mention my husband’s name after almost getting my girl killed and you!” (M/N) turned her anger towards (Y/N). “What made you think climbing a strange plant was a good idea. I knew I should have cut it down and I-“ (Y/N) placed her least injured arm on her mother’s shoulder. (M/N) looked at her child’s wild eyes with anger but then it dissolved into love. “You foolish girl, don’t ever think about leaving me childless too.” With that the two embraced as the sun began to set in the distance. 

Zeppeli was leaving to distant lands. After all monster slayers don’t stay in one place for too long, however he wasn’t alone. At the docks stood a (e/c) girl with a wide grin and an arm in a sling. On her left an older woman wiping her tears on a cloth and on her right a taller blond with a scar of his face staring at the girl with love struck eyes. With all the gold the hen could produce and the harp for company, (M/N) had to let her daughter go. She insisted on waiting for the arm to heal but the (h/c) was too eager to go and explore her next chapter of life that she begged and begged and begged until (M/N) gave in. Speedwagon of course was sent to accompany the girl but (M/N) shot him a knowing look and told him to “not give a grandchild too soon”. Others lined the area of the docks behind the trio whispering about (Y/N) the great Giant Slayer and her exploits in the clouds. Everything was looking up for (Y/N). “Did you pack matches, bandages, extra clothes?” (Y/N) chuckled at her mothers worries. “Mama I’ll be fine, I’m a grown woman. Besides I’m (Y/N) the Giant Slayer.” 

(M/N) just sighed and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Please be safe dear, I've only got one daughter." (Y/N) hugged her once more. "Dear I think it's time we got a move on." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at Speedwagon. "Dear?" Speedwagon blushed at her mocking tone. "I just thought that I-" (Y/N) interrupted Speedwagon with a kiss on the cheek. "It's cute." The two then boarded the ship off onto a new adventure in the land beyond.

This wasn't how she meant to return to England. 

The village she once knew and loved was destroyed but by whom? Giants of course. They heard of the death of Dio and wished to seek revenge. It had been months before a letter from a concerned townsperson had made its way to her asking for her immediate return. Walking through crushed houses and trampled fields she couldn't help but wonder if she had done the right thing by leaving her home unprotected. 

Taking a walk to what appears to be the main source of the destruction she has to cling to Speedwagon in horror. Her house was destroyed in sitting in the middle of the rubble was the crying harp. (Y/N) walked up to it gently and picking it up in her arms. "What happened to you?" The harp looks up at (Y/N) and shrieks in fear. "It's your fault that he's come back and is going to kill us all!" (Y/N) grew confused at the harp's statement before her eyes darkened. No, it couldn't be him. "Dio..." Speedwagon looked at the girl he loved with a look of confusion. "Who?" (Y/N) turned to him gravely "We need to check the crater." Sure enough, the body was gone. "I should have known he wasn't dead." Speedwagon looked on in horror at the empty crater. "I thought you killed him but the body... it-it's gone!" "Speedwagon get the bag that Zeppeli gave us." Speedwagon's look of horror grew greater. "But-but Mr. Zeppeli said to only use it for emergencies!" (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed at her partners words. "Don't you think I don't know that! My mom's gone missing and that's an emergency!" Speedwagon's eyes softened at (Y/N)'s words. "Let me come with you." (Y/N) pulled out her knife before taking the bag from Speedwagon's trembling hands "No this is between Dio and I, you need to be safe here. Also, Zeppeli will be alone if I die." Speedwagon's eyes began to water. "You can't say that I love you!" (Y/N)'s eyes calmed down as she sighed at her lover's pain. She faced Speedwagon and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Just for good luck." was all she said before planting the single bean into the ground. 

The familiar stomping grounds lay before her, unfortunately she had some unfinished business to complete. Making her way to the manor that stood ominously before (Y/N), she slipped under the crack in the door. The manor lay quiet and still as if no one lived there. Dio could be anywhere. 

The stomping of feet broke (Y/N) out of her stupor and she jumped behind the nearest object she could hide behind. Instead of the blond giant (Y/N) was met with the blue haired one instead. He was busily scurrying around and humming the wedding march. Danny came in following, tail wagging. “Oh Danny just wait until (Y/N) gets here, all the preparations are ready and it’ll just be us and her!” Preparations? What preparations? “Bark!” Danny responded happily while wagging his tail. “Yes Danny you’ll have a new master besides me. We’ll be so happy together, I just know it!” (Y/N) was thoroughly confused, was Dio not alive? Well, that’s a relief. Still…(Y/N) didn’t know who destroyed the farmhouse and took her mom. She’d need to look for more clues. 

Danny’s nose begins to quiver in the air and he begins sniffing around. Oh no he must have smelled her, if Johnathan sees her then she won’t be able to search for clues. Quick thinking she grabbed a jar out of her bag with a small furry creature in it. Nothing a little fire rat can’t do. Opening the jar she set the rat on the floor, causing it the scurry about and set the floor it touched on fire. Johnathan and Danny took the bait and ran to the scene of the fire. (Y/N) felt a little guilty for burning up Jojo’s family home, but she had work to do.

Climbing the giant stairs took longer than she thought but she was on the second floor of the manor. (Y/N) stared at the infinite amount of doors thinking which to choose from.  However this was narrowed down to one as she heard crying from the inside of one. Scrambling under the door she peaked through to the other side.

It was a familiar room. In fact, it was the first room she’d ever seen in the house. Johnathan’s room. Strange. The crying sounded like it was coming from the little doll house on the floor. It was a cute doll house resembling the Joestar manor down to the tinniest crack. (Y/N) entered the front door and marveled at the detail inside. It looked just like the foyer of the Joestar manor down to the flaws. A sinking feeling filled her chest as (Y/N) heard the crying coming from upstairs.

Climbing the stairs carefully (Y/N) peered around the corner down the hall. The door that looked like it lead to the miniature version of Johnathan's room was where the sobbing was the loudest. Opening the door (Y/N) was met with a face she had hoped she wouldn't see. Her mother lay trembling in a cage of sorts like a decorative canary. (Y/N) was disgusted with her mother's inhumane treatment. Did Jojo do this? "Mom?" (Y/N) couldn't stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. 

Her mother made eye contact with her and gasped with her hands over her mouth. "(Y/N) is that really you?" The girl ran over to her mother and placed her hands over the older woman's. "Mother, how did you get in here?" Her mother began shaking and tears formed in her eyes again. "(Y/N) you need to get out of here! I don't know what he wants from you but he-" "Mother who's he?" Before your mother could speak the thunderous footsteps came running up the stairs. 

"Get back here you scoundrel, you'll destroy my hard work." Jojo caught the fire rat which let out a squeak in his hands. Crap Jojo! (Y/N) remained perfectly still as the giant sauntered over to his prized possession. Peaking through the window with his large blue spotlight of an eye. "Good it's not damaged. Are you alright in there?" He called out to (M/N) who blanched at the familiar voice. "Him" was all (Y/N) had to hear before she understood. Her gentle giant had a darkness that may be greater than his wicked half-brother. Quickly (Y/N) scampered out of the sight of the giant, while (M/N) continued her weeping. Johnathan opened the house and reached out to pat you mother's head. 

"There, there, everything is alright. Soon your daughter will be here, and you can give me permission to have her hand in marriage." He turned to look at her before squeezing the cage, tighter than he should. "You will do that right?" 

The look in his eye was too dangerous to disobey, causing (M/N) to squeak and nod instinctively. You couldn't stand for this, just what had he done to your mother?

"Jojo?" 

His eyes lit up at the sound of the girl's voice, unaware of the atrocities he had committed in (Y/N)'s name.  His eyes roved towards your form with nothing but pure joy. Crushing the rat in his hands accidently he reached out to your form beaming brightly. "(Y/N) where did you go; I was so lost without you!" The girl in question stepped back with a distrustful expression on her face. Immediately Jojo's expression changed. 

"Why what's wrong dear, I thought you'd be happy to see me after you left for so long." Johnathan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his delusion splitting apart. (Y/N) stepped cautiously away from the giant and reached for a dagger in her pocket. "Why do you have my mother?" Jojo's eyes saddened as he put down the cage and went to eye level with the girl. "Other giants attacked your village, crushed your house, and tried to have you killed. I managed to stop them but who's to say more won't come and try to kill you?" Wait they did? Is that true? That explains the wreck her village was in. "They want me dead?" Johnathan nodded sadly before beaming brighter than before. "I know! You should live with me, I'll tell them your ship sunk before it arrived and you can stay with me and your mother for the rest of your life!" No, no, no!  What Jojo was saying was crazy! (Y/N) was a wanderer in her heart and soul, so she could never stay in one place for the rest of her life. Shaking her head (Y/N) replied: "I can't stay with you Jojo, traveling is my passion." Jojo frowned before his eyes darkened. He snatched (Y/N) up in his hand and brought her to his face, anger burning in his eyes.

"Is it because of him?!" Jojo shouted anger coursing through his veins. He knew it was ungentlemanlike but he grew angry with her excuses. Why couldn't she just love him?! (Y/N) was filled with fear at the sight of Jojo's anger. Sure, she fought plenty of monsters in her time abroad, but this was more personal than anything before. "Who Jojo?" (Y/N) squeaked out causing the anger in the giant to rise. "That damned blond you came here with, is it because of him that you won't stay with me, that you won't love me." Jojo's sad tone at the end confused the girl to no in. Jojo loved her? 

Slam.

She snapped out of her thoughts to see herself in a golden cage. It was painstakingly beautiful for a bird, but not her.

"Jojo let me out!" 

Johnathan looks back at you sadly but shakes his head.

"I'm afraid I can't because how will I be able to protect you against the world?" 

"This is madness." 

"Love can be madness my little canary." 

[chaosfantasmic]

Links fanfic intro chapter 2!!! (YOUR STILL GAY!!😲!!)

this has a lot of plot convenience so don't come at me, also sorry if there's ooc, this is like my first time writing for Lu so I'm not exactly Shakespeare yet.

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When wind woke up he was met with the blinding light of the sun on his face

Also he was also on someones....back? what was going on-

"Oh, your awake! That's probably a good sign considering how banged up you were when I found you last night."

Wind shrieked and jumped, making the mysterious person almost drop him on the grass

"hey your alright I'm not gonna hurt you, your safe, were in Persephone woods and I'm taking you to Tari Takii town to see a healer, your safe ok?" The person reassured him

Now that it was daytime wind could get a better look at the person, though not at there face considering there mouth was covered by a face mask and the rest of them was covered by a hood.

"Buuut you still probably are pretty confused, but that's expected considering you were probably half asleep when I found you, well if I'm gonna be transporting you I'd better tell you my name first, I'm... Sapphire, and....yours?" sapphire as wind now knew them as, asked

"I'm.... Wind." He muttered, still not fully awake and slightly dazed

"Ook well wind your names a little funky but don't worry your safe with me!" Sapphire said as he walked along the forest floor, hopping over the occasional tree stump or overgrown root

Wind had to admit, this Persephone woods or whatever sapphires had called it, was actually really pretty, there were little white blue and red birds flying about, animals and squirrels racing around the trees, which had light green and yellow flowy leaves that hung down, some even had flowers growing on them.

they sat in silence for a few minutes, nothing but the occasional crunch of a leaf under sapphires feet would interrupt it.

..

"Were you the random guy who found me last night, and made the fire?" Wind asked

"Oh yea that was me, yea you were lookin pretty rough when I found you, its a good thing I did too, otherwise the Bokoblins would've gotten to you first, the Persephone woods are dangerous at night" Sapphire grimaced

A place as peaceful as this, dangerous? The sailor thought

"I thought I was dead, when I saw you I thought I was hallucinating!" Wind explained, that got a laugh out of sapphire

"Yea well once we get you on over to Tarii you'll be alright, the Medic there's Mr. Artemis he'll fix you right up, you'll might be stuck in bed for a day or two but you'll be alright." Sapphire chirped happily

"Yea...." Wind said, a slight hint of sadness lingered in his voice

"You sound sad, is there something bothering you?" Sapphire questioned, halting to a stop as he looked back at the sailor, a concerned look on his face

"It's just..

*how the hell do I tell him? Oh yea I have 7 older brothers and a dad we was in another fucking dimension and I got a really shitty concussion and a assy portal opened and I landed in the middle of the fucking woods*

"My brothers, we were...in a fight and got separated, and that's when you found me in the woods, I just wanna know if they're ok." Wind said

"Yknow there probably thinking the exact same thing right now, there out there somewhere looking for you." Sapphire said reassuringly

"I just...I hope I can see them again, wherever they are." He sighed

Sapphire smiled softly "well I think they'd be happy to know there brothers in good hands."

"Yea...me too." Wind said

He felt better, his head still hurt but at least he wasn't at rick of dying of severe blood loss, this sapphire guy, he was....strange to say the least but surprisingly comforting, he didn't feel quite comfortable putting his life in the hands of a complete stranger, if he had learned anything from his time on the sea its that you can't trust anyone, but sapphire had been nothing but kind to him, surely he wouldn't magically betray him? And sapphire wasn't a pirate like he was, he was a seemingly normal guy in fact, the sailor decided he'd trust him for now, and if he felt like betraying him, well that was his own fault.

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they walked in silence for about another half hour, Wind could feel himself drift off again, he could see the sunset through the peeks of the trees, the birds had begun to settle in there nests and the squirrels no longer scampered across the thin branches. He shut his eyes and prepared to let sleep overtake him once again

Until he heard a call off in the distance

"WIND!"

Fuck sleep, wind thought his head immediately shot up, making sapphire jump a little at the sudden movement, could it really be

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye he could see the blue of warriors scarf, twilights pelt, times armour-, he knew he wasn't hallucinating this time, that he knew for a fact, was his family

Sapphire noticed "I suppose those are your brothers then huh?" He asked, Wind nodded eagerly

Sapphire set him down against a tree

"Well, I guess my work here is done then, glad I could help you out a little." He said, as he stood up, and started to walk off into the forest

"Stay safe out there!" Sapphire said as he gave him one last smile

And just like that, he was gone, faded into the trees.

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"Sailor! Are you all right, are you ok, I thought we'd never find you." Time said as he out his hands on winds shoulders

the captain laughed "aww look at the old man, being a mom again."

"oh shut up wars you act like you weren't up crying all night!" Legend said

Wars fake gasped "this is PERSONAL!"

Everyone was so caught up in the fact that there brother was alive and well, they didn't notice the setting sun looming over the trees

"Yknow we should probably find some place to set up camp soon, it's getting late." Sky said as he pointed to the sky (haha get it)

And so they were off, off into this Hyrule for however long Hylia decided they would.

Little did wind Know, it would not be his last encounter with Sapphire, but that would have to wait

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Yea the ending is literal dog shit I literally did not know what to put I promise I'm not a bad writer pls keep reading

[anxresi]

New idea for a story!! 🤩

A foul invader from another realm called ‘Zoe’ (Note: probably NOT their real name) has landed on the scene in Paris, France, Earth and is quickly convincing all the residents they’re the best thing since sliced bread, and is making them act OOC… to the extreme!! No-one knows what’s causing this strange malady in the regular citizens, whether it be hypnotism, psychedelic drugs or terrible writing, but it seems to have a particularly potent effect on corrupt mayors, baker’s daughters and magical felines. Oh, who can save us from this pink-hair skunk-striped menace?

Enter one Chloe Bourgeois, natural nemesis of this unwelcome alien and the true savior we need but don’t really deserve. She can see through the half-assed attempt at a sympathetic backstory. Notices that someone turning up in her fair city and making friends with literally EVERYONE overnight is completely irrational. Realizes that giving a Miraculous to a complete stranger about a DAY after meeting them is the very epitome of stupidity. Normal, intelligent people wouldn’t act like this… right? So this is her job, nay… her TRUE DESTINY. To expose this brainwashing fraud and expose them as the pathetic sham they truly are.

But relentless Zoe hasn’t planned to take over Paris, and (maybe) later the entire world for millennia for nothing! They counterattack by planting the seed in everyone’s head that they’re Chloe’s sister, even though they were never mentioned before yesterday. They plan to steal EVERYTHING from Chloe… her family, her friends, her agency … even her very identity is at stake.

And as powerful as Chloe is, she can feel her will slowly bending to the evil machinations of this soul-snatching monster: to forget who she once was, to delete from her memory all signs of a promising redemption arc, to completely give into her worst impulses and become a zero-dimensional character who’s solitary goal is to do things for the evilz. There’s even a chance she might end up imprisoned by her brutal and pitiless mother by the time this is all over, truly a fate worst than death…

Can she resist the seductive wiles of this cunning interloper and their goofy sidekick, the potbellied Gaul otherwise known as Asstruck? Only time will tell…

And it is to be hoped, for the sake of all man (and woman) kind, the sanity of the nation as a whole and as a representative of decent TV shows everywhere, she succeeds. ❤️

[murmiss]

Hello everyone!

This is my first post on Tumblr, and I dedicated it to the avatar.I apologize in advance for the mistakes, English is not my native language.Please give me a sign if you want to continue, as this is just a trial chapter. If you like it, then I will publish a sequel. Don't be afraid to offer your ideas!In any case, the Clan and its features were invented by me, but you can use this idea

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Last night

Pairing: Jake/Reader/Neytiri

Warning on this chapter: my text is not very good, OOC is possible, slightly modified data about Pandora

Summary: Jake and Neytiri are forced to leave their clan to protect their children from Quaritch. Initially, they were flying towards the Omatikaya clan, but circumstances forced them to stop at the Night Hunters clan.There their paths cross with an ardent reader. But who knows what this meeting will turn out to be? What is this seemingly cheerful girl hiding? You'll find out about it later.

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It was dark for a long time, but for the members of the Nari'ton clan ("Eye of the Night") it was normal. Their clan is nocturnal, they hunt in the dark, while the dense forest is illuminated only by bioluminescent light coming from small flowers and mushrooms, as well as from the root system of some trees. The Twilight forest is not famous for a special variety of vegetation similar to tropical, giant dark trees with thick trunks and wide leaves were scattered for miles around, there are few flowers or something bright, like in the tropics, but no less fascinating.The twilight Navi themselves were different, their skin was dark, the color of blueberries, the stripes on their body were almost black, and their eyes were like honey, much brighter than those of Omaticaya or Metcaines. Their eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

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A girl was sitting in front of the fire, actively gesticulating and periodically jumping up from her seat.In front of her sat a flock of children, huddled together in fear. Obviously, she was telling some kind of another legend, because of which the village children will not sleep for a long time. Suddenly, there was a loud rumble announcing the arrival in the village. Surprised navi jumped up from their seats and rushed to the strangers.This is a rarity in their region. It is very difficult to get through windbreaks without encountering local fauna.

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You couldn't sit still and immediately rushed to the crowd, leaving behind the children trembling with fear by the fire. Breaking through the crowd, you saw very strange Navi - their skin was blue, they stood out from the rest and were clearly tortured and tired. "This is a family," you thought with interest, looking at strangers and mentally going over the clans known to you, assuming who it could be, while Oloeiktan nari'ton and a certain "Jake Suli" (you heard this name either from the crowd, or your Oloeiktan mentioned him) were talking. - And something in them was familiar to you, but, alas, you could not remember.

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(Indefinite time ago)

To get to the clan, the family had to get off their ikranes and walk. Jake was carrying little Tuk in his arms, exhausted from the long journey. Neytiri walked in silence, as did Neteyam, while Loak and Kiri discussed this forest. They were scared, and Jake knew it, but it was the best place at the moment, and, as he assumed, the last place where the heavenly people could stick their heads, fortunately, Ro'nsen (Oloeiktan) welcomed him and his family with open arms, and - after all, not every time - Toruk Makto arrives.

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-My close friend will help you master our Way, make yourself at home!- After hearing this phrase, you quietly turned on your heels and began to make your way to the fire so that your father's friend would not see you, but it was too late, a heavy hand landed on your shoulder, stopping your flight.

-Y/N te Niah'an will introduce you to our daily life.

You hissed, trying to protest, but Ro'nsen was adamant. "Well, well, wait, my revenge will be cruel!" You giggled to yourself and turned to Sally's family.

- I am Y/N, I see you, - you greeted the newcomers out of politeness, as if nothing had happened. "Come on, I'll take you to your hut." - you say when the crowd starts to disperse. You feel their eyes on you, trying not to pay attention to it, you go to one of the huts. The houses of the Nari'ton clan looked more like burrows than a house, they consisted of intertwined branches and seemed hidden.But, nevertheless, the lighting was good - paths of glowing sand were laid to huts, bonfires and other structures, and in the houses themselves and on small pillars (tree branches) there was something like a lantern created from a glowing stone inside - or was it not a stone? Jake looked around carefully, clearly surprised by some things and the overall appearance of the village, although he was not the only one surprised, the children admired many things.

"It's amazing, but it's even, one might say, cozy here," said Loak, peering at the uncomplicated patterns on the huts.

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While the children were peering at the views unusual for them, the views of Jake and Neytiri were completely devoted to their "mentor" - the girl was chattering something violently, waving her arms. Part of her hair was gathered into a small ponytail, while the rest were either braided into small pigtails or completely unbound. She looked like a typical representative of her clan-she had dark skin, jet-black curls and bright, piercing lemon eyes. Her outfit was simple, but nevertheless very thoughtful, red beads were woven into her pigtails, and feathers of the same color were woven into her loincloth.Neytiri didn't want to admit it, but this strange girl was pleasant to her, she aroused feelings of sympathy, and both Neytiri and Jake were disposed to her.

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The couple was so taken with their new acquaintance that they didn't even notice how they approached the hut.Until a cheerful voice distracted them from their thoughts: "We're here." Neytiri looked at the "hole" that appeared in front of them and involuntarily winced at the thought of living in this dark, dreary place. Although, surprisingly, there was light inside and even some decorative details.

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To be continued...

[supremestrangeness]

How and why did you end up being friends with Romanoff?

“Natasha… it’s surprising how a random encounter can get away from you… I should count myself lucky to have found a friend so loyal and dear to me. Monsters know monsters, am I right?”

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OOC: I have been trying to compile an RP Thread Index, but keep forgetting to update my notes lol. This is out of date, there’s been a lot of adventures since here (including her becoming his apprentice) but now that I have some time off from work, maybe I can complete this!! For those wondering how Strange and Nat met, enjoy!

Mapping the Multiverse:  Sometimes you roll the dice of the multiverse and see where it lands you. This time, it landed Strange in the Avengers building, and someone is working late...

Bowling Trip: Natasha decides to take Strange up on his offer for a bowling trip. She didn’t expect what that would entail, and quickly learns her new weird acquaintance was stranger than expected.

Monster Mash:  It’s the holidays! Maybe Natasha shouldn’t have mentioned going to an office party to her weird magical hermit friend.

Scars of the Past:  A fun excursion turns personal, as the two friends bond over the scars they carry- also it’s a Beach Episode.

Bring your pet Sorcerer To Work Day: Strange has a lot of terrible ideas. This might be one of his worst.

Unsettled House Guest: Trusting her enough, Strange deems it time to finally answer Nat’s question of what his home life is like.

Coffee Breaking Reality: Those are some Good Beans

[heragonies]

hello everyone! my name is luna (24, est), and i’m currently looking to pick up some more writing partners interested in any of the fandoms listed below. i typically prefer to write on discord, though i could be persuaded to try other platforms as well. beneath the cut, you’ll find more information in regards to my rules, things i’m looking for, etc. ☆

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

01. first and foremost, i will only write with those who are older than 21 years of age. this is for my own comfort, and its a boundary that is very much set in stone!

02. i don’t generally prefer to write smut-centered threads. if that’s all you’re interested in doing, then we’re probably not the best match! it’s certainly not something i’m averse to writing every once in a while and if appropriate, but i do not write smut for the sake of writing smut. i’d much rather prefer to focus on character development and world building!

03. please understand that i am currently working full time, and am not always able to be as active as i’d like. i do try to be around as much as possible, but sometimes life gets in the ways. i always strive to be as informative as possible if there are instances where i’m not going to be around as frequently. if you’re expecting 2-3 thread replies weekly, i’m probably not the person for you.

04. i looooove chatting with my partners about our plots! expect me to send loads of headcanons, pinterest boards, playlists, etc. i get really super enthusiastic about the characters i’m writing, and i’m equally as invested in those my partners are writing as well! it might take me a bit to warm up to you and gauge just how annoying i'm allowed to be, but we'll get there! if you’d prefer not to talk much ooc for whatever reason, do let me know, and i’ll absolutely lay off the gas.

05. i am doubling / mumu friendly. though it isn't necessary, i've always felt that the more, the merrier! it’s just important to remember that with my busy schedule, more threads may mean that it takes me a bit longer to reply. i’m always making an effort to give every character equal attention, and never want anyone feeling neglected. this does not mean i will not double up, of course, especially if that’s your preference! i just don’t want to set any unrealistic expectations.

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS:

game of thrones :  sansa stark, daenerys targaryen

harry potter :  hermione granger, ron weasley, luna lovegood

the hunger games :  katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, clove, lucy gray baird

star wars :  padmé amidala, ahsoka tano, obi–wan kenobi, leia organa

avatar the last airbender :  katara, sokka, aang

dune :  paul atreides, chani kynes

percy jackson :  annabeth chase, nico di angelo

jujutsu kaisen : kugisaki nobara, utahime iori, yuji itadori

attack on titan : mikasa ackerman, hange zoe, pieck finger, armin arlert

marvel : wanda maximoff, jean grey, natasha romanoff, stephen strange

the 100 : raven reyes, clarke griffin, monty green, emori

stranger things : nancy wheeler, will byers, max mayfield

genshin impact : jean gunnhildr, yoimiya naganohara, albedo

random fandoms : amy march (little women), mia dolan (la la land), beverly marsh (it), stanley uris (it), anne shirley-cuthbert (anne of green gables), elena greco (my brilliant friend), emma woodhouse (emma), tba ...

i will not write things like incest, age gaps (nor will i age up characters if there would otherwise be an age gap), etc. i also do not write smut with characters that are minors regardless of whether or not they are aged up. sorry! again, i'm fine with doubling up as well. ships can be mxf, mxm, or fxf. i’m open to most ideas, so feel free to suggest whatever’s on your mind and i’ll let you know if it’s something i’d be into trying! also, our pairings don’t have to be romantic! i loooove writing platonic stuff as much as i do romantic. currently, i'd prefer to do strictly cc x cc pairings. depending on the themes of the plot, i ask that characters be aged up to be 18+.

if any of this sounds like something you’d be interested in, leave a like on this post and i’ll reach out to you as soon as i’m able! alternatively, feel free to dm me yourself, letting me know what fandoms or characters you may be interested in.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, ROBIN.

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: giselle/elle

age: 27

pronouns: she/they

ooc contact: cinderdrift @ tumblr, @VA11HALL_A on twitter

other characters in xc: stelle (honkai: star rail), byleth (fire emblem three houses)

  ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: robin

age: 24

pronouns: she/her

series: honkai: star rail

canon point: patch 2.2

app triggers: animal injury/death, mass manipulation, gun violence/gun related injury, religious themes/imagery, parental death, body image/body shaming/general celebrity gossip culture

  personality:

“Miss Robin, the readers are just dying to know – how would you describe yourself?”

The songstress pauses. It feels strange to try to hype herself up through words rather than actions, but she’s all too familiar with tabloids, press circuits, the quotes they run - and so she keeps it simple.

“I’d say I’m determined. My brother says I can be headstrong at times, and I can’t say I disagree. When I set my mind to something… I just go. I’ve been this way since I was a little girl.”

  something your muse struggles with:

“What would you say you struggle with?”

Her lips purse together. She hates these kinds of questions. They never let her be vulnerable in the way she wants. They spend all of their time answering it for her, anyway. Comments about her weight, how she has a penchant for sweets; she can answer this the same way she always does, but… She reflects on another answer she gave to another interviewer before returning to Penacony. How freeing it was to speak the truth, her truth.

“My voice, strangely enough. The meaning of why I sing. Is it to cover up the hardship of the world, or is it to try to spread Harmony through the cosmos?”

your muse’s greatest strength:

“Your greatest strength?”

She thinks about all of the smiles of the children she’s taught to sing, in and out of her disguise. How each one of them fuels her, pushes her forward even when she feels like she might struggle to take another step forward.

“My hope. My hope that my song will help everyone join hand in hand, raising up one another through the power of music.”

history / background: 

Anonymous post from a Robin fanblog, circa 2158 AE:

I hadn’t even realized it was Robin at first. The Robin, sitting right in front of me. I’d just been sitting, drinking a delicious glass of SoulGlad™ when a woman asked if she could share the table with me. I said yes, of course, since it’s the Land of Dreams, and I’d hate to be a nightmare and turn away someone from something so simple. In time, we got to talking, and I asked her where she was from.

She seemed… hesitant, at first. From behind the dark shade of her sunglasses, I could see the longing in her eyes. Initially, she seemed reticent to share this with a stranger, but I promised I would be happy to listen; I realized I greatly needed the companionship at the time, so it was only fair to listen intently. After some time, she told me that when she was young, a great disaster befell her homeland. How she remembers praying to any God that would listen through grief, lamentation, and prayer. How she remembers her mother singing to her and her brother, trying to help ease their fears however she could. But to her, she could never make out the song – something I could tell still bothers her to this day – and soon her mother vanished into the Memory Zone, never to be seen again.

Despite all of this, or perhaps in spite of all of it, she still had a smile on her face. Even as she recounted something that would cause me to break down in tears if it happened to me, she was still smiling. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.

She turned the conversation onto me, but I’m not really an interesting sort. It pittered out pretty quick, and I asked her what she does in the Land of Dreams; is she here to chase the sweet dream like I was? That smile still remained on her face, as she simply said: “I sing.”

I thought a lot about that as I heard her song – I think it was Hope Is the Thing With Feathers – ring out throughout Penacony. How I saw her dive after a figure without hesitation.

No matter what any tabloid rumor says, I will always think of that Robin - the one that helped break us free from the false dream, who chased after someone she clearly cares about without so much as a beat of hesitation. 

  powers / abilities: 

singing: robin has both practiced the art of singing as well as studied the science of it all; she is a powerful singer who can connect the hearts of many. however,  when the Harmony is in disarray, she often struggles to sing.

inherent abilities:

resonance: robin has the ability to broadcast her song to any lifeform, fan or not, through the power of Harmony.

singing: while robin’s singing is affected by the Harmony, she’s still a talented singer regardless.

items / weapons: N/A

starting ability: singing!

starting item: N/A

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: yes 

  extra: 

she’s a lesbian your honor

her character onion goes Nuts it’s unreal

has canonically killed people. just a fun fact

  discord id: featheredhope.gxc

passcode: hope is the thing with feathers is my favorite christian rock song btw

[elixir-of-mirrors-archive]

@ignisuadaroleplay

Technoblade! The blood good! Fearsome warrior of the divine- just so happened to have taken on a semi-mortal form for entertainment, and was exploring the SMP

Daevnyn was walking along a small trail, deep within the forest. They were looking for apples, flowers and herbs, anything that could come in handy to dust off their alchemy skills or refill their tea collection.

That's when they sensed someone, a stranger for sure, friend or foe - only time would tell. They moved their axe to their toolbar and continued walking, now on high alert.

[slainchosen]

You ever just stop and find yourself a little taken aback by how incredibly attached to your muse you are? Every time I come back here, I just can’t believe how much I love Astrid and cannot let her go.

[radiovisual]

(( so i finally got up the nerve to watch Midsommar today!!!

(( i am fucking PISSED with myself for not going to see it in theaters!!!!!!!

[solishearted]

Thank you so much to everyone whose followed so far. Down below is the official tag drop and then I'm gonna be re-blogging some meme content for the night.