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ieatstarsforaliving · 2 years ago
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Denial (1)
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Summary: Hazel and (Y/N) are the tributes from District 12 for the 74th Hunger Games. Hazel doesn't want to see (Y/N) die. And (Y/N) just wants to live.
Pairing: Tribute!Hazel Callahan x Tribute!Reader
Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), (Y/N) is kind of a bitch but aren't we all when facing death, I swear she gets better, mentions of death and suicide, lots of mentions of violence with pretty graphic descriptions but it’s just depressive hunger game shit
Word Count: 2614
Note: I KNOW I said I’d write part 3 of Spiderwoman!Hazel Callahan BUT I suddenly craved angst and had to write this. I had to. Just let me post this today and I’ll give you Spiderwoman soon– I SWEAR. Also this is lowkey bad cause I have not written angst in a while. Idk. It's not gut-wrenching enough. I'll make it work somehow. <3
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No.
Not you. 
Anyone but you.
Hazel knows what the Hunger Games look like. 
Violent. Callous. Sadistic. 
None of those words resemble you. 
Hazel watches as you walk towards the stage, each step weaker than the other. She thinks you’ll fall over, but you manage to stand beside the extravagantly dressed escort, who claps cheerily in your honor with a guiltless smile. As he chatters about his appreciation for the games, you are expressionless. Your fists are clenched, your eyes fixed on the crowd, blankly staring at the faces of the people who know you. 
Hazel has never seen you so scared. 
“Well, then, shake hands!” The escort chirps, pushing Hazel towards you. 
There’s a pause before Hazel takes your hand, giving it a tight squeeze.  
Please, please look at me, she thinks. It’s going to be okay– 
-But when you do look at her, it's automatic. Empty. Involuntary, as if meaningless to share eyes with a future corpse. Hazel recognizes the shift of the dynamic between the two of you. She is no longer your neighbor, your classmate— no longer the girl you once kissed in the grounds of the forest.
-She is your rival. 
Her eyes flick away from you. It feels like you can read what’s in her head, both the shock and the anguish. Hazel is not ready to deal with either. 
So she drops your hand and looks away, staring at the camera zooming in on her face. 
But in the second of eye contact, Hazel does notice this; 
Grief has already struck your eyes. 
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The train ride is silent. The District 12’s assigned escort, who introduces himself as Meyers, continuously attempts to make conversation with either one of you, talking about what a privilege it is to be traveling to the Capitol. 
You choose to be speechless, sitting on the plump green velvet chair with your legs pulled close to your chest. Hazel sits opposite to you, persistently peering while contemplating on how to start up a conversation— or maybe, not to start one at all.
You’ve been subtly ignoring her gaze, trying not to look deliberate in your avoidance. Staring at the passing trees out the window, you’re forced to picture the forest back at home— A hug of browns, shelter of extended limbs, sunlight filtered through the overlapping leaves above.  
Along with the images of forest, you’re forced to remember. 
It was a particularly cold morning when Hazel first found you in the heart of the woods, the chilling air hanging heavy with the scent of pine and coal. In your hands was a bleeding bird, fragile body betrayed by your well-aimed rock. 
It turned out to be a mockingjay, and as the crimson stain spread across its black and white feathers, the satisfaction of your hunt waned. Your hunger persisted, but found yourself frozen. The irony of the prey was a slap in your face. A mockingjay– Why did it have to be a mockingjay? The failed muttation, the insult to the dystopia— the only thing in the world that seemed to be resisting the Capitol— and here you were, unwittingly taking its life. 
Hazel approached you, and you flinched– but you didn’t run. You couldn’t, not when her eyes had such softness within them, as if forgiving your savage hand in place of the bird. Without uttering a word, she knelt beside you on the forest floor. 
Her fingers dug through the dirt, prodding into her nails until a hole was made. Her hands were soiled but warm as she took the mockingjay from your hands, placing it in the makeshift resting place amidst the roots of a towering tree. You watched as she covered the bird with earth. She then took your hand and guided you back to the fence, back to the meadow, to the bakery, where she bought a small piece of bread in exchange for the shabby jewelry off her neck. You learned later the necklace was a gift from her absent father. 
That was the Hazel you became used to. She was strong. Stronger than anyone you ever grew to know– as if to acknowledge that she could one day be standing in the arena. Yet you found her kindness to be her weakness. She never harmed anyone. Anything. She was a refuge from the harsh reality of the televised Hunger Games. And you kept coming back to her, mistaking the comfort for a shield against the brutality of the world. As if being close with her could protect you from any fucking thing. Perhaps that had prompted you to kiss her on that day, the day before the reaping, and all you could think about was how she didn’t push you away.
You snap out of your memories, the weight of the past and the jarring truth of the present boring down on you. You can’t handle either of those. You can’t handle looking at her. You can’t handle being in the same room as her. But the intensity of her gaze has burned into the side of your head, and you feel demanded to meet her eyes once more. 
When you finally look at Hazel, her eyes widen. 
She starts to open her mouth, on a pathway to a ramble, but the compartment door swings open, revealing a rough man with scruffy braids holding an explicit magazine. 
Hazel recognizes him– the only winner left alive from the Hunger Games from District 12. He’s notably muscular, with tattoos that circulate his stocky arms along with a rugged beard to match his image. 
He is Hunger Games winner material, Hazel thinks, and feels considerably feeble in comparison. 
The man looks around the room.   
“Man, I got stuck with two girls this time?” 
Hazel starts, “G–” 
“-Mr. G to you. I may look like this, but I’m still your mentor.” 
You stare at the man as he disappointingly analyzes his two mentees. He decides you’re not promising enough, not giving more than two seconds to consider you two before plopping on the green velvet seat and flipping through his magazine featuring a barely-clothed capitol woman. 
“You’re supposed to give us advice,” Hazel mutters. 
He scoffs in response, “I’ll give you advice; don’t die too quickly.” 
“So you think we have a chance?” 
“Hell no,” Mr. G laughs. “Look at you two.” 
You and Hazel stare at him. He notices the angry silence. 
“Alright. I’ll help y’all.” He shrugs, not looking up from the magazine. “When you arrive, you’re going to be grabbed by the most annoying sons-of-bitches who're gonna get y’all cleaned up and pretty to parade around the Capitol. It’s gonna suck. But you deal with it. No complaining. No resisting. You deal with it. Then you get in the arena, let them throw you around for a bit, and then find something visibly mild to kill yourselves with.” 
Hazel stiffens at the line. 
“What is wrong with you?” You shout, your voice laced with anger. “My life is on the line.” 
Mr. G glances at you with a raised eyebrow, indifferent. “Welcome to the Hunger Games, darlin’. You think having a different mindset is gonna keep you alive?”
“You’re supposed to be our mentor,” Hazel says, her voice trembling. “You’re supposed to help us survive.” 
“Survive? You kids from District 12 don’t survive. You endure. You endure and you die. There’s a difference.” He emphasizes on the words ‘die’ and Hazel wants to throw up. “It’s just like the year before this and the year before that.”
“So you’re just giving up?” You push yourself to your feet and step towards him. There’s resentment in your words, clawing at the lifeline that is supposed to be your mentor. “You’re pathetic.”
Mr. G gets up from his seat, looming over your frame. Unwavering, you glare at him. He lets out a chuckle, a brief moment of consideration flickering across his features. Then he pulls back his fist. 
In an instant, Hazel rushes in front of you, her body bracing for impact. His fist swings towards you, but it doesn’t land on your face. Instead, it meets Hazel’s, sending her backwards to the floor. The collision makes Mr. G stumble back a step, surprise evident in his eyes.
Hazel groans, rubbing her cheekbone but gets up again, standing in front of you with a defensive stance.
“Ah, I understand now.” Mr. G gawks at Hazel, amused. “The fighter and her protector.” 
Then he starts laughing, slowly staggering away from the two of you, walking out of the compartment with his dirty magazine still in his hand. Meyers quickly trails behind him, muttering something about tributes being barbarians and forcefully shuts the door with a resounding bang. 
Hazel turns to you, hoping her face isn't red. “Are you okay?” 
“Don’t.” 
Hazel blinks, taken aback. You’ve pulled away from her, creating a perceptible distance, your face flushed in an unknown emotion. 
“I–”
“-Don’t do that.” 
Hazel recognizes the barrier you’re attempting to draw between the two of you. She refuses to accept it and steps closer. 
“Don’t,” you insist. “Don’t come closer. Don’t look at me. Don’t talk to me. We’re nothing.” 
“We’re friends,” Hazel protests.
“No,” you correct her, your voice cracking. “We stopped being friends when we were picked to kill each other. If we hadn’t—” 
If we hadn’t kissed, killing you would be easier. 
You stop. 
Hazel shakes her head, her expression in disbelief. “You’re the one who kissed me.”
She steps closer. You retreat. 
“Hazel, stop, please–”
She watches as your body begins to shake. A whimper escapes your lips, which is quickly covered by your hand. Then you’re sobbing uncontrollably, covering your reddened face as a means to hide yourself, but the tears manage to escape from the gaps between your fingers, soaking the condemned dress that you only wear on reaping days. 
“I- I don’t–” 
Hazel steps closer. “I know.” 
“I don’t want to die,” You croak. “I want don't want to die. I don’t want to kill. I don’t–” 
-I don’t want to kill you. 
The unsaid words ring around the room as Hazel pulls you into her arms. You don’t hesitate to hide your face into her neck, crying earnestly, body burning and painful, teeth clenched as the tears drip off your jaw and you refuse to let your lip quiver like a child. Hazel holds you tighter and presses her hand against the back of your head.
Hazel wants to say something. She opens her mouth.
Then she starts to cry.
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As much as she hates Mr. G, he is right about the clean-up process before officially entering the capitol; it sucks. 
After arrival, the two of you were separated to different rooms with different stylists. Hazel’s stylist has been going about Hazel for two hours, scrubbing down her body with soaps of intense fragrance, trimming the nails into a smooth oval shape, rubbing makeup over her fresh bruise, painting on her eyelids, and primarily, getting rid of her body hair. She lays on the cold metal bed, barely clothed, as the hairs on her arms, underarms, eyebrows, nose– even places that shouldn’t matter being robbed of its hair. Hazel ignores the soreness of fabric being stripped from her leg, tearing out the hairs beneath it. 
Instead, Hazel thinks about killing. 
She thinks about the physicality of it. The impact of the blow, the act of stabbing, the struggle of choking someone. She assumes there would be weapons in the arena, there always is. But even back at home, she’s never crossed the line of killing even the smallest of creatures, not even when she was desperately hungry. But laying on the cold metal bed of the stylist’s office, she almost regrets the lack of practice. The visceral brutality, the raw and primal surge that accompanies violence— she’s unsure of it all. 
Then she thinks about you. 
She pictures a hand wrapped around your neck, slitting the flesh, warm liquid seeping through the fingernails— and the victim writhing, clawing, screaming— then finally falling limp. 
Hazel pales at the image. At the same time, she feels a particular jerk at her leg once again, and the stylist squeals the words, “Perfection! You’re beautiful!” 
She is ushered to sit up as the stylist grabs a cart filled with combs, bottles, and other products that Hazel doesn’t recognize. A mirror is passed, and Hazel blinks harshly at her reflection. She can see that she looks so… Capitol. Everything about her is enhanced; from hermetically coiffed eyebrows to her skin, perfectly shaped and painted, devoid of blemishes. The bruise from her mentor is gone, too. There's light bits of glitter on above her eyes, amplifying her blue eyes while giving her a much softened look. 
She looks like a tribute. 
“I really do wish you hadn’t cut your hair like this,” the stylist whines as she ruffles Hazel’s messy head with a sigh. A hairstyle she fearlessly trimmed with a pocket knife, now being sprayed by a sour, citrus themed liquid. “You are such a pretty girl. Perhaps we should glue a wig to your head.” 
“Don’t.” 
Hazel turns towards the voice. 
It’s you. You’re peering through the doorway, your entire form stripped and peeled away just as she is. Hazel does a visible double-take when she sees you, swallowing hard while staring at your half-naked body. She gazes at you, taking in the transformation that the Capitol has imposed on your appearance. 
If she thought you were beautiful before, she thinks you’re breathtaking now. 
“I like her hair,” You murmur, walking towards the bed. Hazel instinctively reaches up to touch her trimmed mullet, as if to confirm that it’s still there. 
“I suppose I can work with a tomboy image. Oh, I see a vision! I’ll be back,” The stylist sings to herself, running out of the room with a sudden enthusiasm.  
Hazel is still staring at you.
You shrug. “How do I look?” 
Like a lamb to slaughter.
“You… look different,” She says. “I don’t mean it’s bad. It’s good. But it’s also…” 
“I know,” you sigh, sitting beside Hazel’s bed. “A true depiction of Capitol beauty.”
“It could be worse,” Hazel starts. “We could be naked and covered in soot for the opening ceremony.” 
You laugh, knowing that the only thing District 12 is known for are coals. And there’s not many costumes you can be inspired by coals. Hazel smiles at your laughter, feeling instantly better. It’s a sound she hasn’t heard since the forest, as if a piece of home has been brought back to life. Although the room is cold and metallic, there’s warmth in between the two of you. 
Her gaze lingers on your transformed appearance. With the grime and dirt from the District rubbed off, you seem so fragile, so innocent, so out of place in the cruelty of the Capitol. None of you belong in that arena. And all of a sudden anger rises in Hazel. She wants the Capitol to burn. She wants the Capitol to burn for what it does to innocent lives like yours. 
Your laughter eases and you’re left staring back at Hazel. The forest and the Capitol are vastly different places. Even the silence is different. Back there, it was a pleasure to be silent. Here, silence is almost sickening. Still, your warmth persists.
“I’m serious about winning," You say.  
Hazel holds your gaze. 
“I know.” 
She offers her hand. You take it. And for a long time, neither of you speak. You just breathe and cling to each other, lost in a moment that's become heavier with your words.
There is a brief pause before the full effect of everything comes barreling towards Hazel. She ignores it.
Instead, Hazel thinks about dying.
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Next Chapter: Anger
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fioreofthemarch · 2 years ago
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Finding Her - Chapter 16
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Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until he does. [ Previous | Next | First | AO3 ]
Log Date: 15:30. 8th month, 21st day 104AC Location: Minshi Woods, North Hyrule Weather: Foggy
I can’t believe it. It’s finally happened: I’ve found her! 
I wish I realised it sooner. There's a reason I haven’t seen her anywhere: I’ve been looking in the wrong places. 
Been thinking while I walk. Open air helps with the clarity. She wasn’t in any of the towns or the Temples. That cruel ghost in Hyrule Castle wasn’t her. She isn’t up on the sky islands (have explored most of them now) and I hope to Hylia she’s not stuck down in the Depths, but I think the Yiga would’ve let me know if she was. If they’d captured her, they wouldn’t bother trying to impersonate her. 
So what is left. Not much. But, it’s always the last place you look, right? 
I thought, you know, good time to go see the Deku Tree and get the Master Sword back (again). That’s when it hit me. What better place to shelter Hyrule’s Princess than the Korok Forest? 
The Lost Woods are completely sealed so it looks like I’ll have to go through the Depths to get into the forest. All the Koroks here are talking about it but they don’t seem worried, so neither am I. 
It’s nearly over. We’re so close. By this time tomorrow, she’ll be home. 
A photograph of the dense woodland of North Hyrule, and the korok diaspora hanging out amongst the trees. They look at the camera with blank but inquisitive expressions, somehow. 
Caption: They're just friendly little guys.
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Log date: 15:30. 8th month, 22nd day 104AC Location: Korok Forest, Great Hyrule Forest  Weather: Clear. 
I don’t know what to say. 
No, I do: Link, you fool. You idiot. Getting your hopes up, for nothing. Stop lying face down in the grass and get back on the trail.  
The Koroks are side-eyeing me, I can feel it. And they don’t even have eyes. Mr. Hero seems upset, they whisper. Yeah, I am!
Zelda’s not here. The Master Sword is not here. I can’t fight the Demon King without the sword that seals the darkness. No one is being sealed anywhere by a Bokoblin Horn. 
I guess it was good that I came here. Ganondorf’s blight reached even this sacred place. Found and fought some Gloom Hands within the Deku Tree. Didn’t take any chances. Rained bomb arrows down on that thing until it shrivelled up and then cut down the Phantom Ganon that followed afterwards. Didn’t take long. Have fought worse. 
I can sense the presence of the Master Sword, the Deku Tree told me, and then a new map marker appeared on the Purah Pad. But … the marker is moving. And fast. It doesn’t make sense — I’d have noticed a sword hurtling across the countryside by now. 
I asked the Deku Tree if he had any more clues, but all he talked about was the time Zelda and I came here to retrieve the Sword, nearly half a year ago now. He said something about the Sword’s strength growing with time, along with my connection to it. The truth is within you, he said, you just need to listen for it. But I don’t hear or feel anything. 
I need to think. And I need help. Maybe more answers will come on the road…
A photograph of the towering Deku Tree, his stern expression unreadable and inscrutable. Koroks hover at the edge of the frame, eternally persistent and unphased by the ebbs and flows of fate. 
Caption: This place should be a haven, and yet.. 
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Log date: 09:30. 8th month, 24th day, 104AC Location: Kakariko Village, Necluda  Weather: Rain. Light snow overnight. 
Back in the familiar embrace of Kakariko. Coming here was the right choice. 
Needed advice. Rode south from the Korok Forest and sought out Paya as soon as I arrived. Caught her up over some green tea and pickled swift carrots. Let her know that, surprise, ‘Zelda’ was a ghost the whole time. Paya took it surprisingly well. Only children fear ghosts, she said, and I swore it was Impa’s voice speaking. Those who are gone cannot hurt us.
Anyway. I told her I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have any clues about Zelda or the fifth Sage. I tracked the Master Sword to Eldin using the new map marker, but I couldn’t see anything. Nothing but rocks all around and a cloudy sky above. There are more geoglyphs I could find, but… I need to make more progress in the present before revisiting the past. 
Paya knew just what to do. Trust the Sheikah to have all the answers. Change comes not through contemplation, but action. She pointed me towards the floating Ring Ruins and all but commanded that I investigate. Act then, Master Link! 
Found some ancient writing inside the ruins that the researchers Tauro and Calip deciphered, with Paya’s help. Seems like they point to someone named Mineru, in the Zonai Ruins to the south. We leave in the morning. Tauro is beside himself with excitement. I’m sitting in his camp, watching him pace back and forth trying to write Paya a ‘going away’ letter. Can see him blushing under his bangs — he’s smitten. 
Feeling optimistic. It would make sense for the fifth Sage, maybe an ancient Zonai, to take Zelda into protective custody. Maybe hidden in the ruins and cut off from the world, Zelda doesn’t know that we’re looking for her. It would make sense, for her to be there. It would make perfect sense. 
A photograph of the floating Ring Ruins in Kakariko Village. In the foreground are Paya and Tauro in private conversation. Paya whispers something in Tauro’s ear, as he crouches down to listen with intense focus. Paya has her hands clasped in front of her waist and stands with a calm confidence. 
Caption: Good for them. 
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Log date: 20:13. 8th month, 26th day 104AC Location: Jo-ku Usin Shrine, Thunderhead Isles  Weather: Thunderstorm 
Need a break. Sheltering in an ancient Zonai cavern. All go, go, go since leaving Kakariko. Waded through marsh and swamp at the Zonai Ruins with Tauro for a whole day, examining murals and fighting off lizalfos. Hate those guys. 
We found some Zonai armour, completed an ancient ritual (Tauro enjoyed that), unveiled a whole new archipelago — but no sign of Zelda, or the fifth Sage. 
Getting frustrated. Might just be this storm. All my gear is completely soaked. It’s just… the more places I look, the more I fear it — the thought that I buried months ago to stay sane. The thought that answers a terrible question – when someone goes missing and doesn’t come back, what does everyone assume happened to them? 
I thought I could sense her, and sense the Sword. But maybe they’re just echoes. Just ghosts. Apparently the Master Sword is nearby, moving past the SkyView Tower on the Popla Foothills. If it is, I can’t see it through the clouds…
Pressing on. Will find this fifth Sage if it kills me. What else to do? I’m a hollow machine, the only thing real about me is the air I breathe. 
If I stop moving, I’m gone. 
A photograph taken from the Thunderhead Isles of the Popla Foothills to the north. The Light Dragon is seen flying just below the clouds. There's a sense that, no matter where someone is in the world, the dragon’s light would shine upon them. It's a familiar feeling, like the light that shone from Hyrule Castle when its Princess called out to— wait. No, stop that. That’s— what are you talking about? The feelings aren't familiar at all. It’s just a dragon. Nothing more. This isn't even a good photo. It’s blurry, and dark, and should just be deleted. 
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Log date: 07:45. 8th month, 27th day 104AC Location: Construct Factory, The Depths Weather: Not applicable. 
Finally good news. The fifth Sage is here, in the Depths.  
Barely made it to the end of the Thunderhead Isles. Didn’t sleep. Heart’s been in my throat all night. I had braced to find a tomb, but found instead a Zonai mask that led me to this Construct Factory. Then I heard the voice in my mind – Link, Zelda’s Chosen Protector. I am Mineru, the Sage of Spirit.  
She couldn’t say much, except that she had been hidden in the Purah Pad all this time. Since it wasn’t designed to hold a living spirit, she had to lay low. Remembering now that Purah told me the Purah Pad was the key to the final Sage. I guess she figured it out, somehow. 
Mineru’s little more than a poe, so we’re building her a new body. She says she’ll explain everything when we get to the Spirit Temple, and that we have to hurry. Zelda’s Chosen Protector is going as fast as he can, because I think it all makes sense now. Zelda IS down here in the Depths, safe in the final Temple. I thought… something worse had happened to her. Something that couldn’t or shouldn’t even be possible. But, it wasn’t true, in the end. Thank the Goddess. 
I’m so tired, Zelda. I just want you home with me. Surely, this time, I’m right? 
Surely, this time, you really are here? 
A photograph of a large construct, half-built and still ensconced in its protective shell at the entrance to the Construct Factory. Though its eyes are open, the Construct is not yet awake. 
Caption: We’re close, I know it. 
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~ Welcome to the Purah Pad ~
Today's Purah Pointer: Always make sure to che###%%% mon[][]rs%% in--
[Mineru.exe initiating...] [Initiation complete]
Message Medallion activated.
Connection established.
MNR | 11:00 Link? Are you there?  I’ve routed my comms through the Purah Pad, it’s easier to communicate this way.  Telepathy is a strain, after a while. 
LNK | 11:02 I don’t want to talk.
MNR | 11:02 I know what I showed you at the Spirit Temple was a lot to take in.  Zelda told me you would be upset, but she was sure her plan would work, and that the Master Sword would be–
LNK | 11:02 There’s nothing to be upset about.
MNR | 11:02  Link.
LNK | 11:03 We don’t have any proof she went through with it. 
MNR | 11:03 Yes we do.  You have met her.
LNK | 11:03  No. 
MNR | 11:03 Link, she was guarding the Great Sky Island. She saved you from a Gleeok in Hebra. In Hateno, she guided you to Lanayru. And I saw the photo you took of her on the Thunderhead Isles. 
LNK | 11:04 That wasn’t her. That dragon isn’t her. 
MNR | 11:04 Denial serves no one. The dragon is a dragon of light. It would make perfect sense for it to be her.
LNK | 11:04 Don’t say that. 
MNR | 11:04 Say what? 
LNK | 11:04 Nothing makes sense.
MNR | 11:04 Link. Go to her. You will see what I see. 
LNK | 11:05 I don’t want to talk about this.
MNR | 11:05 You cannot ignore the truth. 
LNK | 11:05 Leave me alone. 
MNR | 11:05 Do this for her, Link. She missed you so much.
LNK | 11:05 LEAVE. ME. ALONE.
MNR | 11:05 Link, wait—
Purah Pad power down initiated. 
Powering down in 3,2 — *blip*
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harrowing-dump · 1 year ago
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Chapter 2 is up! My plan is to post at least 2 chapters a week, maybe 3 if my schedule allows. During Holy Week (that's March 25th to 31st) I'll probably get in a few extra since I'll be off from work.
Chapter 2: Captivity
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It happens on an ordinary day. No omens, no premonitions. Nothing in their mother’s daily readings of the runes lets them know that disaster is upon them. Perhaps Odin, leader of the Æsir, has the canny to pull a trick against volvas to blind them to imminent attack. Or the wyrd is too fixed in this specific thread, a knot too perfect for even the most powerful volva in the realms to untangle and restring. Angrboda exercises usual caution when escorting the children around the forest since anyone, jotunn or Áss or vættr of any variety, might wish harm to her brood. Still, she steps out of their sight to pick berries, and the gods come quietly. They appear, they seize wolf, serpent, and girl like bandits, and they flee. It’s been over a week since then. Their mother hasn’t come to retrieve them. Did they kill her before taking the children? Or is she too afraid? That doesn’t seem possible. Neither does it seem possible that they’re here instead of at home.
As soon as the gods and their hostages arrive in Asgard, the children are separated.
Hel cowers in a corner of a stable she’s been allowed to stay in the last few days, eating and sleeping and relieving herself in strictly designated spots. This spot of her choosing sits in the shadows of the horse stalls. There’s no shelter from the man standing across the room from her. He wears scars like armor and a scowl of intense focus. Her jailer is Tyr, one of the war gods of the Æsir. His height and breadth block the doorway and most of the pure sunshine that graces the country of the gods. Although he stands alone, without the company of the others who took her and her brothers from the Iron Wood, his solitary presence makes her fold into herself and keep low to the ground.
Horses in the nearby stalls munch on hay. One of them, a fine gray stallion just entering adulthood, hangs his head over his stall door and sniffs in Hel’s direction. Instinctively, she checks for the pouch on her belt for food, only to remember that Tyr took it from her. She doesn’t dare ask for it back. She can’t even meet his eyes that are scrutinizing every wriggle from her. He’s tall even for a god, almost as wide as the thunder god Thor. While he doesn’t look old, his poised stance and sharp gaze suggest he’s seen more than age would betray and expects treachery at any moment. The scars tell many stories.
Despite the weakness she feels in his presence, she raises her head and almost meets his stare as she speaks.
“M-my lord, do … do you have any carrots? Or apples? I’d, I’d like to give some to that horse there.”
“Why?” asks Tyr.
“Well … he looks hungry.”
“He has plenty of hay.”
Hel falters. At least his stare is level. He doesn’t flinch at the sight of her. It might be better if he did to make this situation more even-handed. The horse gives a playful toss of his mane, as though urging her. She forces her voice to be steadier.
“It wouldn’t hurt to give him a treat, would it?”
“If it’s poisoned, it would.”
She balks. “Poisoned?”
Before Tyr answers, shadows spill into the stable’s doorway.
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moth-whisperer · 2 years ago
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In a post apocalyptic scenario where my hormonal iud inevitably stops working and I have to deal with my period again, diva cups really are the best option. I still carry a collapsible one in my bag and honestly that would be in my apocalypse bug out bag, thank god someone gave Ellie a diva cup
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scuffle-with-spirals · 2 years ago
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Introducing: Chi *vine boom*
Hihihi fellas hows it hanging!!
Okay so, as some people may know (if you’re in the vocal synth server I’m in... Heehoo...Howdy) I’ve suddenly revitalized a brainrot on one of my only successful UTAUs. While she was made a couple years ago, I’ve found myself always interested in her solely for the fact, well. Um. She’s the closest thing I have to done, lmfao
So!! I’m going to brainrot on her now if that’s cool haha hoohoo
Disclaimer: Chi’s backstory involves, albeit intentionally over-the-top and Spirit Halloween level blood and viscera. I’m talking like, blood spurting all over the walls just out of nowhere level silly. Nobody gets hurt; but due to the excess of it I thought I’d disclaim anyway. Please stay safe!!
LONG POST UNDER THE CUT SORRY I JUST !!!!!!! WAOUGH!!!
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Please ignore her broken wrist I was so busy making sure her kimono wrap was correct that I forgot anatomy was a thing
Chi Mori, (森血), is a young girl who was brought up entirely in the forest after being abandoned by her parents. Shortly after, a demon by the name of Inori appears before Chi, going “damn bro what I’m literally from hell and even I think that’s not cool dude what the fuck”, taking Chi under his wing from infancy as her new father. Due to not knowing her name, he elects to give her his own, with her and him becoming Chi and Inori Mori respectively.
He actually is a good father! Living deep within the forest off of fruit and (stolen) entertainment, Inori found himself treating Chi similarly to an overprotective father, especially when it came to outsiders.
As a preventative measure to protect Chi for anyone who wandered too close to their whereabouts, Inori’s version of child safety involves any stranger eventually seeing a bunch of stupid wacky jumping demon devil witch gore gore splatter party all over the place to scare them off. Because Lord help anyone who gets near his daughter while he’s nabbing her Haribo Goldbears Original Gummy Bears Bag, 14 oz—
This strategy (which Chi was entirely immune to seeing herself, by the way), was incredibly successful, at the detriment of making the forest an immediate area of fear and superstition, many formulating theories that the forest was cursed.
Many dared one another or challenged themselves to venture in as far they could, but couldn’t make it far enough in. Eventually, a journalist for a local paper by the name of Addison manages to brave his way through demon man’s freshman year horror flick, reaching Chi. Not knowing how to react, he tries to react as calmly as he could to not startle her, resulting in the conversation first starting off as Addison: “Oh! Hi! I love your outfit, wow, uh— where are your parents”
Chi:
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Before he knows it, Inori’s busting in, angry and threatening to go beast mode on him, only to calm down upon Addison insisting that, if they were family, he didn’t want to ruin that, he just wanted to make sure Chi was healthy after living in the forest so long. Inori (hating this stupid man and his ugly stupid soft kissable handsome mortal face) begrudgingly agrees.
After confirming Chi was fine and listening to Inori rub it in his face for a hot minute, with their privacy exposed, Addison asks if he could help Inori raise Chi; seeing that she had an interest on things outside of the forest, and, despite the good job Inori was doing so far, thinking that it wasn’t healthy to keep her sheltered all her life.
 Inori (absolutely wanting to eviscerate this mortal by big spooning him back to the shadow realm) scoffs, seeing he has a point. So, now Chi, slowly learning English and making new friends outside the forest, lives a tranquil life with her author dumbass and demon dads, helping her follow her passions, hoping that one day, maybe, somehow, they can help her fulfill her dream of singing to an audience.
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Chi’s personality is rather mellow. While she enjoys social interaction, she  loves hearing anything anyone has to say, often waiting several seconds after they’ve finished speaking before she responds. Many people think she’s zoning out constantly due to this, coupled along with a seemingly constant mile-yard stare that makes her look like she rarely blinks. There’s no reason behind her staring, she’s just. Absorbing.
She likes kimonos, sour foods, television, and books. She dislikes overly sweet foods, bright colors, and public schools.
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Technical Info + Voicebank examples!!! woagh!!
Voicebanks (Most completed to. not):
Chi Mori -ACT 1-
Original CV. Recorded in 2018. Logical range is E1~C5.
Note: Chi’s original voicebank was entirely re-otoed and given a hiragana alias by the user lungkid!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m still so so very grateful for them for doing this for me, so please check them out and support their work. ;v; I can’t Chi’s original bank being as smooth as it is without their input. :”>
-Sleepy-
A CV bank intended to be bipitch. Recorded in 2019. Logical range is A3~D5. Would’ve contained two pitches, Open (O) and Closed (C). Open would represent a more vibrant voice for Chi, sounding more awake. While Closed would be an updated version of her original tone. Only the Open pitch is finished, although some samples have still yet to be oto’ed lol.
-Oni-
Still pissed I never finished this lmfao
A power append CV. Recorded in 2020. There are 10 samples, but only 3 are oto’d, if I recall correctly. The VB actually does sound a bit decent when used right, but due to the limited samples I’ve had to really slice and dice USTs sometimes to get it to work. @_@
-Drowsy-
Combo vb of all the above lmfao. Logical range is E1~F#5.
It seems the resamplers she works best with is fresamp and the default. Moresampler is decent for her too. :0c
Voicebank Samples:
Despite having Chi for several years, I really haven’t finished many covers with here. However, here’s a WIP of Psyche Luger using her ACT 1. :”>
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Other fun facts:
- I initially didn’t even think about Addison and Inori having romantic feelings for another because 2018 me was on some next level tomfoolery. They’re 100% dating now though, haha.
- Inori’s original name was Akumu (nightmare in Japanese), which is so on-the-nose so I changed it to have a little more irony LMAO
- Chi’s birthday is October 26th! :>
- I’ve been considering recording an updated CV voicebank of Chi when she’s older at 17! Part of the reason being, I think my voice simply can’t get to that tone as easily anymore, haha, plus to be honest I really don’t feel comfortable voicing a character canonically so young now that I’m an adult, hah? That’s just not my thing, sorry. :”>  (Not to mention I have way too many updated design ideas for her oh my god awaahaodfm
 I think a part of the reason why I still hold Chi in such fond regards is because she somewhat serves as a time capsule for my former passions, and with her background, an example of my former skill when it came to art and writing. I’ll admit, both writing and especially technical-wise, she’s nothing to ride home about, but it just is so interesting knowing that in a way, a part of me was preserved from what feels like so long ago, especially after the pandemic. @_@ The PC I recorded Chi had a. Big accident and entirely broke one day, and honestly, out of all of the stuff I already had backed up there, me having Chi’s VB on an old shitty flash drive is something I’m so glad I thought ahead about LMAO
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SORRYYY AGAIN FOR THE SUPER LONG POST GUYS BUT!!!!! I’ve been on mega Chi brainrot lately, so!! I thought I’d share!! I hope this post was interesting you guys hamfua aough aoau ngogoasm *disintegrates*
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niqhtlord01 · 5 years ago
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Humans are weird: Hope for the future
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The planet Alia near the edge of human territory and had grown from it's species first colony outside of their home system of a sparse few settlers to a thriving metropolis of millions.
The shinning spires of metal and glass of the planet's mega cities pierced the skies like the hand of an angry god reaching out to the heavens and the wealth and prosperity that flowed from it's vast trade network and supported the outlying colonies for further expansion. Yet for all their wealth and prosperity the fate that had been decided for this world was something that could not be changed.
A massive seismic event occurred on Alia shortly after it's new year celebration. The planet's tectonic plates became highly volatile and a series of growing earthquakes began triggering around the globe. Within a week of the events triggering a massive shattering happened and the plates shifted violently without warning.
Oceans swelled and receded, mountains crumbled and volcanos detonated, rivers changed direction and howling winds ripped across the lands so intense it shredded flesh from the bone of any foolish unfortunate enough to be caught in the open. Countless buildings shook and toppled and thousands if not hundreds of thousands died in the ensuing chaos as entire cities were swallowed beneath the cold surface of the planet.    
Communication with Alia was lost and though the rest of the wider galaxy was unable to establish contact their response was already put into motion.
The human governing body organized a massive relief effort and was further bolstered by neighboring alien domains that shared trade with Alia and had heard of the travesty. Before the tectonic plates had even stopped shifting a fleet of relief ships from a dozen worlds was already enroute.
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Dust slid off the toppled column like a waterfall as Uto lifted it. The Vorka's muscles straining and bulging as he used all of his strength hefted the massive concrete pillar. His breathing calm and measured as he breathed in rhythm with his lifting. He lifted the mass over his head and in a single motion cast it aside with a deafening *THUMP!*  
When the dust settled aide workers rushed passed Uto and cleared the rubble that had been underneath the column and in short order a door was revealed. Uto bent down and punched his fist through the metal door and ripped it off it's hinges. A dozen pairs of eyes looked up at him as he removed the door from his arm and dropped it harmlessly to the ground before gently extending a hand down. One of the people in the shelter took his hand and he carefully lifted them out into the open.
"Res ease, hue-mn." Uto struggled with human language, his tongues struggling to form the correct words.
He set the human, a scrawny female Uto wagered, to the ground. She looked up at him with a mixture of emotions dancing across her face before throwing her arms around Uto and hugging him. Uto stood transfixed as the female wept and thanked him over and over as the other rescue workers began lifting the remaining survivors from the shelter.
Unsure how to react Uto stood still for several moments before one of the rescue workers took the still sobbing woman away with the remaining survivors. Uto watched the frail female leave before turning his gaze back across the now ruins of the capital city.
Numerous fires still burned across the entire metropolis; some scattered around the ground while others burned high up in the few remaining sky scrapers that had not toppled during the quake. Roadways were cluttered with thick dunes of debris ranging from metal beams to massive chunks of concrete turning the landscape into some horrid nightmare forest.
Portions of the city's sea wall had broken and sections of the city itself had drifted into the ocean. Sky scrapers that once stood over 300 stories tall now appeared as nothing more than tiny isles just breaking the waterline.  
Though he kept his thoughts to himself, Uto was amazed by the level of devastation nature still could have on modern civilizations.
He stood their for several minutes taking in the catastrophe before heading back and resuming the rescue work. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Several long hours passed with further rescue efforts across the entire city before their overseer called for a crew change and Uto's team began heading back to their hospital ship to rest.
If the shattered city was unpleasant to look at at during the day it was terrifying to look at at night. Nearly all of the power grid sections had been destroyed leaving the vast roadways shrouded in a darkness so thick it felt as if Uto could reach out and grab hold of a chunk of it.
His team was murmuring among themselves with Uto only half paying attention to their conversation when he spotted something down a side street between two toppled buildings. A single light was waving back and forth slowly from beyond the darkness like a beacon of old warning wayward travelers.
Uto held up a hand and pointed to the light and his team stopped and followed his direction.
"Another survivor?"
"Out here? Wasn't this area already swept?"
"Maybe they missed one."
The rescue team debated among themselves before Uto sighed and began walking towards life.
"No mazer," Uto spoke, "we help all."
With that the rest of the rescue team began following after Uto.
As the team came closer to the light they were able to better make out the surrounding area. The weak light appeared to be a lantern hanging from a wooden pole hanging from a small building at the end of the side street. A tiny structure with half it's walls caved in but the remaining structure appearing sturdy enough to support the roof.
"You smell something?" one of the rescue workers said quietly.
Uto sniffed the air and realized there was indeed a strange smell in the air that did not belong in such a wasteland.
"I'd recognize that smell anywhere." Another of the rescue workers spoke before pushing their way forward.
Uto made to grab him fearing the way ahead was unstable but they were too fast and they were already making their way inside through the broken wall section before shouting "Everyone, get in here!"
At that Uto and the other rushed forward expecting the worst but were confounded once they entered the building.
Rather than the gutted remains they had expected the inside of the building was semi clean and well lit. The worker who had rushed forward was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the room with another human handing him a steaming bowl. At seeing the other workers they raised their hand with the bowl to show them.
"It's a ramen store!"
While the word was unknown to Uto it seemed familiar to the others who then in turn piled in and began sitting down at what tables still stood. The man behind the counter appeared to be an elderly human but moved as if the years had only effected his exterior rather than his reflexes and soon there was a warm bowl of ramen for everyone present.
Uto stepped towards the counter and two of his team members parted to allow him a seat. As he took it the old man handed him a bowl.
"For your hard work." the man said as he smiled.
Uto looked at the bowl then at his team. All of them were eagerly eating and the mood was one of joy and comradery; a steep contrast to the dread they had been dealing with as they sifted through the remains of the city.
"Ssank ou." Uto muttered as he began sampling the contents of his bowl. It was a flush of flavor the likes Uto had not had since he was on his homeworld. Warm and delicious, almost disarming in it's nature to such a degree that when Uto looked up and for a moment felt as if he wasn't in the ruins of a once proud city.
When Uto finished his bowl and set it down the elderly man was ready and handed him another.
"Why ssssay here?" Uto asked the man, now curious about this human living alone.
The elderly man waved a hand around the building as he continued cooking. "This restaurant  has been in my family for three generations now; I could no more leave it than I could chop off my own arm."
Uto looked back at the ruined walls and roof as portions of the shingles slid off and shattered to the ground. "I am sorry is ruined." To his surprise the elder man chuckled.
"It is not ruined, only broken."
The man must have saw the confusion on Uto's face and he continued. "In my culture when something has been broken it is, like a vase or cup, it is not thrown away and discarded but instead mended with gold to heal the wounds and restore it."
Uto shook his head at the man's remarks. "Iz confusing."
"Is it?" The old man pointed to Uto's arms. "You are covered in cracks and scars yourself, yet you did not resign yourself to languish in the trash and be forgotten."
The man handed out several more bowls before fully turning to Uto. "This city has been broken and many have been lost, the wounds are fresh and feel as if they will never heal again; but in time the city will rebuild and the streets will once again be filled with the sounds of joy once more."
"Ruins are only made when those who remain are unwilling to rebuild what was lost."
Uto pondered the man's words and again looked at his team as they mingled. Their faces were filled with joy and hope he did not think any would have after witnessing such devastation first hand.  
"Ou are very wize." Uto tilted his head in acknowledgement to the old man who seemed to blush slightly and laugh.
He sheepishly waved to the store again. "It comes with owning a ramen shop." He leaned in close and whispered "All the best ones have sage advice; it makes the food taste better."
The two laughed and sat the night away, a tiny corner of joy in a city though broken, would never be defeated.
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cloud9in · 4 years ago
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Driving Lessons Pt 2 (Poppy x Bea)
Long awaited. I hope you all enjoy. This is the finale of the series but I think that Bea and Poppy’s high school stories should be continued.....
Read Part 1 HERE
Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @baexpoppy @poppysmc @clowneryme @thedaft1 @zigxryanz @aleiramacaii
Word Count: 2.6k 
Pt 2: The Date
Friday night had arrived and Bea’s nerves were at an all time high. She practiced breathing exercises that conveniently popped up on Youtube, there was no room for thoughts other than that of a blonde cheerleader. The buzz of her phone prompted her to jump up in excitement. 
1 message from Poppy🙄
 Poppy: I’m 99% sure that you haven’t forgotten about our “date” tonight. But if you did I’m not here to remind you. I’ll be here in 5 minutes. Remember, dress casual. ❣
 A familiar grin crept its way onto Bea’s lips as she reread the message about twenty times, taking note of the heart at the end. It may seem conventional, but even that was a lot coming from Poppy. Another message popped up which induced a smirk from the brunette. 
 Poppy: No, I am not driving the Benz.
 Bea set her phone down and spun around to check herself out in the mirror. She wore black ripped jeans with a red plaid design in the holes, red converse, and an oversized grey and black long sleeve. This should definitely fit Poppy’s definition of casual, right? 
 The blonde arrived outside of Bea’s house just as she reached the front door. Poppy was the first to react, her jaw threatening to drop open as she took in Bea’s appearance, all of it. Luckily, she was the queen of poker face’s and masked her thirsty expression….Bea on the other hand, failed horribly. She stood there wide eyed, her hands hanging uselessly by her sides as she studied the blonde. Poppy wore a white and pink checkered wool skirt, a knitted pink sweater, and a white crop top. Her jewelry also dazzled brightly against her neck. The blonde watched Bea amusingly, “you can quit ogling me now...:”
 Bea darts her eyes away self consciously. “Your uh...jewelry is distracting.” Really Bea. Nice going. She winces at her excuse and Poppy arches an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the flustered mess of the brunette in the moment. 
 “Hmm..well come now. I don’t like to waste time.”
 Like a puppy being offered food, Bea follows Poppy into her silver Range Rover. She gapes at the pristine interior and the stars on the ceiling. “I thought those star things only existed in Rolls Royce’s.” Poppy smirks appreciatively, her fingers flexing on the steering wheel, “Oh they do, but I have my ways.”
 Bea tries to convince Poppy to tell her where they’re going, but she scoffs immediately, not even turning her head in the brunette’s direction. “It’s a surprise.”
 “I didn’t take you for a girl that likes surprises to be honest.”
 “Well then there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Hughes.”
Bea fought the urge to ask Poppy to elaborate, to tell her every last detail about her. What flavor of ice cream she liked, what she loved to do on a rainy day, but there’s that moment of insecurity  that pushes her away from indulging in those thoughts. She didn’t want to seem overly-interested.
 But maybe that’s what Poppy wanted.
 The sudden quietness becomes obvious and Poppy peers over at the brunette, “I could always let you test drive this one. Maybe brush up on your driving skills?” Bea side eyes Poppy suspiciously, memories of Monday night’s driving lessons infiltrating her mind. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious right now..”
 “Of course I’m not! You don’t think I remember what you did to my other baby?! You’re lucky you were hurt in the process, otherwise who knows what I would have done…” Poppy glances quietly over at Bea, her eyes carefully scanning the scar that sits on her forehead.
 Bea smiles sheepishly, her hand reaching up to move her locks back. “I don’t think I wanna know- wait hey! What do you mean I was lucky-”
 “Oh please, you were lucky that I took you to a hospital. You are crazy Hughes, you know that?”
 “Crazy for you? Well now that you mention it…”
 Poppy rolls her eyes but can’t stop the smile that erupts on her face. “...Just let me take a look at it later. I need to make sure it’s healing right.”
 “Whatever you say doctor!” Bea mock salutes the blonde which earns another heavy eye roll, emphasis on heavy, but she didn’t mind. The opportunity to be less than an inch away from Poppy’s luscious lips again? Hell yes.
 “Okay, but what did your dad say? I’m sure he understood it was a complete accident.”
 “Mhm tell that to the insurance company. Which reminds me, you will be receiving a bill in the mail sometime next week for all the damages.”
 Bea nearly leaped out of her seat as her head snapped towards the blonde, who looked like she was having a great time. “Pop...you’re joking right...that is a thing you are doing right now.” Poppy rolls her eyes with enjoyment, letting out a soft chuckle. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Farmsville, I know you can’t even afford a tire. 
 “Wha-...hey!”
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 After continuous bickering which almost prompted Poppy to unlock the passenger side door and kick Bea out...psychically, while they were doing 80 on the freeway, she eventually pulled into a parking lot. The only main source of light was the huge sign illuminating the words, “Animal Shelter”. Bea blinks in confusion for a few seconds before realizing she was the only one in the car. Poppy had already started walking towards the entrance, greeting a man with a….smile? Oh yeah, Bea was definitely curious now. Poppy actually looked relaxed when Bea had finally caught up with her. The blonde noticed her approach and hummed to herself, “took you long enough, hurry lets go inside.”
 “Pops-did you take a wrong turn...this is an animal shelter...”
 The blonde rolls her eyes so far back into her brain as she grasps onto Bea’s words. “No I did not take a wrong turn you imb--.....this..this is the place I picked.” The brunette flicks her eyes continuously between Poppy and the entrance before shrugging, a surprised expression on her face. Before Bea could say anything else, Poppy grabs her hand and pulls them into the store and into the column where cute puppies reached for them. A beautiful smile immediately lit up Poppy’s features as she bent down to pet one of the baby bulldogs. This gesture immediately enraptured Bea as she watched...Poppy? Or whoever this was. 
 Not wanting to disturb the moment Bea leans down to the cage next to her and picks up the golden retriever who happily licks her face. “Woah okay there boy, a little too much tongue.” She holds up the puppy as he barks playfully and wiggles in her arms. 
 “I’m definitely not complaining about your destination of choice, but can you tell me why you picked it?” 
 Bea gazes over at Poppy who looks like she’s in her true element. The blonde sighs and stands up, brushing her skirt down. “Well my parents own the place…and well to put it bluntly, some of these animals don’t have much time left.” 
 She turns towards Bea, watching her safely caress the puppy in her arms, and smiles, “I figured you have a close connection with animals and would want to make them feel loved before they go.” 
 Bea watches Poppy with a warm look in her eyes, and it was funny because Bea had been around the cheerleader a lot, but this...was different. Almost incredible. And Bea knew that this was the start of a feeling that she would never get enough of. 
 “I would. Thank you.” 
 The two girls spend a good amount of time playing with the animals. Poppy helped Bea feed newborn strays with a bottle of milk, more than often grabbing a hold of the brunette’s hand to steady the slight tremble. Bea didn’t want to admit she was nervous because Poppy was very close to her. And Poppy would never admit that Bea was doing everything right, but she wanted to hold her hand because it felt incredibly soft for a girl who worked on a farm everyday. 
 But she wasn’t the only one who was very observant that night. Bea kept her mouth shut about the situation, but this new side of Poppy blew her mind. There was so much to ask, to say, but the moment was too valuable to ruin. 
 The time seemed to go by quickly as the shelter started to close down. The time they spent with the animals felt fulfilling but Bea never missed the solemn look on Poppy’s face as she watched one of the older cats rest peacefully. There was so much to learn about the girl, and Bea thought it was best that she kept this date going.
 Food. That could work. 
 “Hey pops...I know I said you could pick the place but there’s somewhere else I want to take you. If you’re up for it.” 
 If it was anyone else, Poppy probably would have cussed at them for taking up too much of her time. But this was Bea, and something in her couldn’t say no. “As long as it doesn’t involve you and I in a forest alone.” The brunette laughs easily, wrapping her arm around Poppy’s waist without a second thought. “Oh please, do you really think that’s how I’d get rid of you?” 
 Poppy seems to lean into her touch, letting her strawberry blonde locks brush up against Bea’s cheeks, “I doubt you’d be the one getting rid of me darling, but sure.” 
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“....Alright I take it back! I’ll even let you drive the car because I am not eating at a diner.”
 “Oh come on, they have the best milkshakes in town!”
 The brunette drags Poppy towards the diner without letting go because if she did, Poppy would probably scream bloody murder in the middle of the lot. 
 Bea led her towards a booth in the back, only then freeing her arm. Poppy plops into the seat after realizing there was no way she could charm her way out of this. “Don’t look so bummed out, you’ll change your mind when you try the famous strawberry milkshake.” 
 “I have never had a milkshake in my life.” Poppy visibly cringes, her posture stiffening at the thought of a sugary liquid infiltrating her body. 
 “Well today is your lucky day baby.” Bea winks at her and calls over a waitress who seems too comfortable with laying a hand on the brunette’s shoulder. It wasn’t evident whether the severe blush on Poppy’s face was because of Bea unknowingly using a pet name or because of the mystery girl who decided to do the most in her presence. 
 “We’ll have the regular Tasha, oh and the strawberry milkshake please.” 
 “Just one? What about your friend over here?”
 Poppy snaps her head up at the waitress who seemed to scan her every move. Something Poppy was definitely used to. Her hands are the first to make a move, slowly trailing their way up Bea’s arm from across the table. She doesn’t take her eyes off the waitress as she speaks softly. “Oh we’ll be sharing it honey. Put a cherry on top too okay?”
 The waitress reverts her eyes from the two and walks away without a word. Poppy watches her leave, biting her lip with satisfaction. 
 Bea can’t help but smirk to herself. “Oh you cannot take your eyes off of her can you? Relax, she’s an old friend.”
 The blonde scoffs, keeping her hands on the surface of Bea’s skin. “I don’t care who she is. Does she flirt with every customer in here? What happened to having class? Or some sort of decent? I mean do you talk to pigs like this?
 Bea squints her eyes and sighs warily. “Poppy this is not a five star restaurant, and that’s what you call being polite and kind to well known customers. People here are normal, not trained robots.” 
 Poppy shrugs to herself, her eyes darting around to the wall decorations and other people who are chatting happily with their families. The atmosphere did feel warm and peaceful, nobody sat up straight and practiced proper table manners. Nobody judged her for who she was or what designer she wore. There was room to actually breathe. Bea could sense the blonde slowly starting to adapt and relax in their new environment and she couldn’t be more grateful for making the right decision. When their food had come, Bea slid the milkshake towards Poppy and smiled shyly. “It’s all yours if you like it, we don’t have to share.” 
 “Nonsense Hughes, I can’t possibly drink this all by myself…but I call dibs on the cherry.” She steals the cherry from the top and plops it into her mouth, eyes sparkling from the burst of flavor. It was nothing compared to the milkshake though, Poppy swore she saw stars when tasting the sweet liquid. Bea laughs as a whipped cream mustache develops on the blonde’s lips after hogging the shake for herself.  
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 “I’m paying for our next date by the way.” 
 Bea peers over at Poppy who walked her to her front door, “oh so there’s gonna be another one?” She can’t help but smile at Poppy’s sudden shyness. 
 “Well I enjoyed tonight, a lot. Maybe more than a lot.”
 “I did too.”
 The silence that consumed them wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but it was enough to make them stare at each other. Bea’s mind started to fog as she thought about finally closing the distance between them. She wanted nothing more than to mask the silence with a kiss. Bea looks at Poppy, who seems to be lost in thought. 
 “What are you thinking?”
 “What?”
 “You’re usually deep in thought when your eyebrows scrunch together like that. Or maybe you’re just planning on jumping me as soon as I turn around.”
 Poppy smiles softly. “Do you know the feeling when the thing you wanted the most is right in front of you, yet it still feels unreal and almost impossible.” 
 Bea takes a deep breath and nods, “I do.” 
 Okay Hughes you’re gonna kiss her in 3. You’re gonna make the move. Come on. 
 But of course Poppy had other plans. 
 “Mmh!”
 The feeling of Poppy’s soft lips had caught Bea completely off guard. A hum of pleasure escaped her mouth as the heat started to increase between them. Bea grabbed hold of Poppy’s cheek and steadied the kiss, her eyes slowly started to shut as she sunk into the warm, smooth feeling. Bea smiles into the kiss as Poppy’s tongue begins exploring the depths of her mouth, and she bites back a moan when the blonde takes her bottom lip between her teeth, tugging it slightly, feeling the desire pooling in the pit of her stomach. Poppy places her lips back on Bea’s, passion igniting once more as Bea begins to dominate the kiss, her hands finding her way to the blonde’s waist, pulling her in even closer. 
 Poppy felt like she could kiss Bea forever, if it wasn’t for the need of oxygen. When they both finally pulled back, the blonde laughed with joy. “That felt so amazing.” 
 Bea wanted to blow a huge sigh of relief that Poppy initiated the kiss, because imagine fucking that up. She just held her close and basked in the moment. Her lips swelled with excitement as she still felt the ghost of Poppy’s tongue tracing it. Poppy always had something to say, but right now there was so much more she could do. And the first thing she would do is finally make Bea hers.
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drabbles-mc · 5 years ago
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Family Time
EZ Reyes x Reader
Request by the wonderful @ly--canthrope: Shopping for the coming baby and the reader and him are giggly, soft, soon-to-be parents and they end up decorating the nursery together that afternoon and their dog is with them and gets curious about the baby bump and then curls up on the reader’s chest, protecting her because she is the valuable one
Warnings: EZ being a super sweet and cute human, a protective doggo, and baby fever
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: We love a little baby fever for our boy!! EZ would be such a phenomenal dad and you cannot convince me otherwise. Also did I do a little projection with the nursery decorations?? Possibly.
EZ Taglist: @noz4a2​ @queenbeered​ @sincerelyasomebody​ @sadeyesgf​ @thesandbeneathmytoes​ @appropriate-writers-name​ @tomhardydallasstarsgirl​ @multiyfandomgirl40​ @sillygoose6969​ @louisianalady​ @gemini0410​ @paintballkid711​ @chibsytelford​ @yourwonkywriter​ (If you want to be added to the tags for any of my writing please let me know!)
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“Oh but wouldn’t this look cute on the wall above the crib?” you pointed at the framed picture on the top shelf.
EZ smiled, shaking his head, “I just wanna know, Querida,” he walked over to you, resting his hand on your ever-growing baby bump, “how much Winnie the Pooh stuff are you planning on putting in our baby’s room?”
You laughed, placing your hands on top of his, “As much as I can!” you rubbed your stomach lightly, “How long have you been thinking about decorating the nursery?”
He shrugged, “Ever since you told me that you’re pregnant.”
You nodded, “Right. So you’ve been thinking about this for about seven months. I’ll even say a year, since we started talking about kids. But, I, on the other hand,” you laid your hand against your chest, “have been day-dreaming about decorating my baby’s nursery ever since I knew I wanted to be a mom. I got lots of ideas in here,” you tapped the side of your head.
There was a soft smile on EZ’s face and you could feel the love radiating off of him, “I love you,” he leaned in and kissed you.
You smiled, “I love you too.”
He stood up on his toes, reaching the top shelf that you couldn’t and placed the frame in the cart, “But you realize the nursery isn’t that big, right? I mean, we’ll still need somewhere to put the actual baby when they get here.”
You laughed, shaking your head, “There will be room. Besides, babies are small. They could fit anywhere.”
EZ laughed, “I’m not sure that that’s the mentality we should be having,” he leaned against the cart, “How about we take this stuff and cash out. We can head home and start decorating the nursery, and if when we’re done we still have room, we can come out shopping again next week and I won’t give you a hard time about not having room to put the baby somewhere. Deal?”
You smiled, resting your hands on your stomach, “Deal.”
The two of you pulled into the driveway of your house. The second that EZ cut the engine on the car you could hear the dog barking inside. You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. He knew the sound of EZ’s car and yet, despite the countless days he’s heard EZ pull into the driveway, he still loses it every time it happens.
EZ comes over and helps you out of the car. For a while you would try to wave him off, saying that you were pregnant, not incapable. But he would continue to insist, so eventually you stopped fighting him on it. You asked if there were any bags that he’d let you carry in, knowing that he wouldn’t let you do the One-Trip Olympics like you had before you were pregnant. He smiled, handing you the smallest bag as he collected up the rest of them. You rolled your eyes with a smile as you left him to his devices.
You made it to the front door, turning the key in the lock. You tried the best you could to stand off to the side as you opened the door, knowing that your dog was going to fly out into the yard and head right over to EZ. He’d always liked EZ more and you had never really questioned it—EZ was the one who brought him home from the shelter, after all. He was nice to you, but very rarely did he ever get cozy with you.
He came tearing out across the lawn and was attempting to jump on EZ despite the fact that he had multiple bags in each hand. EZ laughed, trying to carefully step around the shepherd that was jumping at him, “Down, boy. Easy.”
He was refusing to let up so you whistled, calling him over to you, “Apollo! Come!”
The dog whipped his head back around to you and slowly trotted over. You stood just inside the door to the house, coaxing him in so that EZ could walk in peace. He trailed happily behind the two of you, sniffing excitedly at the bags that EZ was carrying.
“Looks like we have an extra helper for decorating,” you laughed as Apollo sat in the doorway of the nursery.
“If only he had thumbs,” EZ chuckled.
Both of you looked around the nursery. Painting was already done—EZ had enlisted Angel’s help with that. They’d let you help with that solely because they hated doing the taping. Over the course of a weekend the three of you had turned the previously blank walls of the nursery into a forest scene. While it was for the baby it would be the 100 Acre Wood to keep with your Winnie the Pooh theme, but it was a neutral enough paint job that it could grow up with your child. At least, that was the way that you had pitched the idea to EZ.
The big things had already been put together thanks to Felipe. He wasn’t going to have either of you fretting over putting together the crib and dresser when those were things that he could easily take care of in an afternoon. He’d even attached a mobile to the crib, and also went out and found a nice little bookshelf when you had mentioned it was something you had been thinking of for the baby. He wasn’t always the most verbally expressive man, but you’d never doubted for a second that he loved you and the baby that you had on the way.
“Alright, so what do we need to get into place?” EZ looked over to you for some direction.
You pressed your lips together in thought, “Okay, we need to get the changing table in here, along with the little standalone closet. Plus we got a couple shelves to throw up on the walls. And the string lights. And the framed photos,” you paused, “Oh and the reading corner with the chair.”
“So…the whole room,” EZ laughed as he rested his hand on the back of his neck.
You smiled walking up and kissing him on the cheek, “We don’t need to get it all done today. We got time.”
He rested his hands on your bump, smiling, “Not as much as we think, Querida,” he didn’t take his hands off of you as he continued to talk, “I’ll take care of the changing table and the closet to start. If you want to find a place for the string lights and stuff, I can bring in the chair afterwards and we can work together on the reading corner, okay?”
You nodded, resting your hands on top of his for a moment, “Sounds good. Thank you for doing all the heavy lifting, EZ.”
He laughed, shaking his head, “You’re carrying the most important thing. The least I can do is move some furniture around.”
You were able to hang up the lights and even a couple of the framed photos as EZ got the bulkier furniture all situated in the room. He was right—the nursery wasn’t a huge room, but somehow it still didn’t feel cramped despite all of the things that you were moving into it. It felt cozy, and you couldn’t want for the three of you to spend time there.
“Okay,” EZ took a deep breath, “where’s the chair going?”
You gestured to where the string lights were, “I figured over there? That way there will be some nice soft light while we’re in here reading.”
He smiled, nodding, “Sounds perfect.”
You hated that you pretty much just had to sit back and watch him do everything, but you knew that even if you tried to assist he’d shoo you away. After he situated the chair, he sat down in it and looked around the room. He nodded in approval and waved you over. You crossed the room to meet him, interlocking your fingers with his. He attempted to pull you onto his lap but you shook your head.
“I’m two people now, EZ,” you laughed, “I’ll crush you.”
He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I’m way too strong to be crushed. C’mere,” he tugged at your arm.
You sighed, wanting to pretend that you were annoyed with his persistence but you really loved it. You took his hand in yours and tugged him towards you, “I’d be so much more comfortable just cuddling with you on the couch. You deserve a break from all the hard work anyway,” you lifted his hand to your lips and placed a kiss on his knuckles, “The little stuff can wait until tomorrow.”
The two of you got situated on the couch. You were leaning against EZ’s side, his arm wrapped around you so that he could keep you close but also feel any motion that the baby made. For a few weeks already you had been feeling intermittent kicks, and the sensation never got old. You loved how excited EZ got every time that it happened.
“You’re still okay with not knowing ahead of time?” you asked him as you rubbed your hand over your stomach.
He smiled, nodding, “I like the surprise. No matter what they’re going to be so loved,” he kissed your temple, “Just like their mother.”
You smiled, settling back into him, “I love you.”
He pressed his lips to the side of your head again, “I love you too.”
You both returned your attention to the show you were watching. Every now and then you’d feel a small kick in your stomach, and you’d look over to see EZ with an ecstatic smile plastered across his face as he soaked in the moment. He’d lightly trace his thumb along your stomach for a few moments before his eyes returned to the TV screen.
You heard the jingling of a collar and suddenly Apollo was trying to climb into your lap. You laughed, trying to resituate yourself so that the couch could comfortably hold all three of you. Despite your efforts to make space for him to have his own section of cushion, he was determined to lay with his head in your lap. You and EZ both looked at each other and shared a confused laugh, unsure where the sudden bout of cuddliness came from.
His head was nestled against your stomach and thigh. You gently pet his head and neck, reveling in how calm your usually excited pup was. A few minutes passed with all of you enjoying the calm that had taken over your household. Then you felt another kick. You looked at Apollo, and you could tell that he felt it too. You chuckled quietly to yourself as he pressed his nose against your stomach, trying to figure out what had just happened. While his nose was pressed against the fabric of your shirt, there was another kick. His ears perked up and he looked at you as if to ask if you could explain what had just happened.
You scratched behind his ears, “It’s okay. It’s just the baby. You’ll meet them soon.”
He stared intently at your stomach for a few more moments, waiting for something else to happen. When all was still quiet, he laid his head back into your lap. You watched him for a few moments, chuckling to yourself at the way his eyes would dart over to your stomach every so often before he would close them.
“You think he knows?” EZ asked as he watched the whole scene unfold.
You nod, “I think so. He’s getting ready to love someone else in this house more than he loves either of us,” you chuckled, “You’re about to be de-throned, knocked out of the number one spot on his list.”
He laughed, kissing the top of your head, “I’m alright with that.”
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chiliiscereal · 4 years ago
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Here’s your GIF for the writing challenge!
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Prompt: “I thought I’d find you out here.”
Good luck and thanks for participating!💛
Thanks for responding @crossbowking !!
I’ll do my best :D
Setting: right after The bridge is exploded by Rick
Pairing: Daryl x Grimes! reader because... fun lol idk he’s supposed to be helping Ricks kid by stepping up as a sort of parental guardian figure cause I’m a sucker for it. I just love family bonding haha. Also adding in when Henry and Carol visit Daryl for funsies
Summary: reader notices Daryl trying to close himself off and ends up following him into the woods before he takes off on his own.
Type: angst but also fluff
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Your dad was gone.
Just like that.
He was gone, Carl was gone, and so was the bridge that he thought would bring the Alexandrians and Saviors together.
That day was the first time you’d seen your dads best friend cry. Unfortunately, Daryl was gone before you could even talk to him. He’d walked into the woods. Alone.
You thought you’d give him some time. Everyone needed to grieve after all, and you knew Daryl did that best by himself. That’s what he did when Merle died.
But you weren’t that kind of person. You needed to be with people. You needed to feel less alone or else you’d crumble. Michonne was nowhere to be found. She’d been a good mother figure, but right now you had no idea which direction she even went in.
So you went out into the woods after Daryl when he didn’t come back two days later.
If Michonne were there she’d have stopped you and said you were too young to go out alone.
But your dad was dead and his brother was missing. So you went ahead anyway.
You walked quietly along the crunchy forest floor to where your dad had that work site set up. Maybe he’d be there. Wasn’t that where he last saw your father before things went south?
You were answered when you saw the light of a small fire illuminating the small bit of forest.
There sat the man himself, smoking a cigarette.
He scared you when you first met him. He’d been sitting at the fire with his brother much like how he was doing it now. Being only seven at the time, you thought he would be terrifying.
But he was the one who brought you home to your dad when you and Sophia got lost in the woods. He was there when you and Beth had lost the prison. He always made sure you returned safely to your family, taking on the role of almost an uncle.
He’d seemed so strong then.
Now he just looked... broken.
Lost.
“I knew I’d find you here.” You said quietly, catching his attention.
He drifted his gaze back to the fire quietly. “Ya ‘sposed ta be our here alone?”
You shrugged and sat down next to him. “Beats being alone back home. I can’t find Michonne, and Rosita’s taking care of Judith.”
You had no idea what else you should say. Should you just bring up your dad right away? Ease into the tough conversation? Ignore it completely?
Daryl said nothing.
“I guess Judith and I are the last of the Grimes family.” You pulled your knees to your chest, waiting to see if the man would respond.
Nothing.
“What do we do now?” You tried again. Maybe he’d react to a question.
Absolutely nothing again.
You turned to watch him, noticing the tears he was trying to hide by swiping them away quickly.
“It’s okay to miss him.” You told him softly. “He was your brother. You don’t need to hide your sadness.”
He glanced at you but still stayed quiet.
“Are you gonna close yourself off again?” You couldn’t help but blurt it out. “Because we can’t lose anymore family, okay? You have to be here with us or I don’t know how we’re gonna survive.”
He nodded softly. “I know.” He said, voice coming out raspy.
“Then why won’t you say anything? Or look at me?” Tears rolled down your face.
Finally, he managed to tear his eyes away from the fire. “Cause ya look so damn much like your father. Every time I see ya I see him blowin’ up that damn bridge.” He looked up at the sky, trying to blink away his tears.
“So you’re just gonna pretend I’m not even here?” You crossed your arms. “Everyone in Alexandria needs you. Judith needs you! Michonne needs you! I need you! I lost almost all of my family already! Don’t make me lose you as well!” Tears fell faster and faster down your face.
He pulled you into a hug quickly. “m’sorry, kid.”
You wrapped your arms around him as well. “Please don’t leave us! I don’t think I can take losing any more people!”
“Shit, kid, I ain’t even made sure yer alright. Even after yer old man...” he tightened his grip. “And yer brother... and mom...”
“We’re a broken family. I know. Just... don’t break it anymore than it already is?” You pleaded.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back, kid.”
“Then let me come with you!” You released him. “I know you’re trying to find my dad and see if he’s not actually dead! Or at least to find his body!”
“I can’t-.”
“Please. I need this just as much as you do.”
“Michonne would kill me.”
“Michonne left me alone in Alexandria. I think this would be fine by her.”
He glanced back at the fire, stuck in thought. “Fine.” He leaned back and draped his arm over your small shoulders, bringing you in for a side hug. “As long as ya do as I say, and listen ta me... you can come help me look for ya old man.”
You gave him a small grin. “Okay, deal.”
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One day turned into a week.
One week turned into a month.
One month turned into a year.
One year turned into five.
In that time neither of you found your dads body. You travelled all over, occasionally returning to keep in touch with the rest of your family.
You found a dog while you’d been out, and Daryl had taken to just calling it ‘dog’. You tried giving it a proper name but the older man even caught YOU calling it ‘dog’.
Michonne had been fine when you returned to gather more supplies. She thought it’d be good that Daryl would take care of someone else. After all, making sure you ate well and were safe meant that he had to eat well and stay safe.
Your little sister got bigger and bigger every day. Every time you saw her she knew more and more words.
You and Daryl has both fallen into a rhythm.
Wake up.
Eat.
Look for Rick.
Set new camp.
Hunt.
Visit Alexandria when given the chance.
Soon enough someone came along and messed up that rhythm.
Carol and some blonde boy.
A cute blonde boy.
Although, from what you could tell, he was a bit of an idiot.
“Would you mind if we stayed here before heading out to Woodbury again?” Carol asked, hand on the boys shoulder.
“‘Course.” Daryl nodded, wrapping the woman up in a hug. “Ain’t ever gonna tell you ya can’t stay.”
You watched the younger boys face carefully. He seemed... confused. Did Carol not tell him who Daryl was? Or who you were?
You walked over to Carol and pushed Daryl out of the way. “Stop hogging Carol! It’s my turn.” The man scoffed as you pulled the grey haired woman into your arms. “It’s good to see you again.”
She chuckled. “It’s good to see you again as well!” She pulled away and examined you. “You’ve gotten so big!”
“And your hairs gotten so long!” You laughed, holding it in your fingers. “I like it. It’s better than when you had buzzed hair.”
“Mom, you had buzzed hair?” The blond boy asked, eyes wide.
Your eyes went wide to. “‘Mom’? Did he just call you ‘mom’?”
She nodded. “This is Henry.” She waved him closer. “He’s going to Woodbury to train in becoming a blacksmith!”
Your heart panged a bit, almost feeling as if Carol had forgotten Sophia. “That’s... that’s great for you.” You nodded and tried to convince yourself it WAS great for her. “I’m glad.”
Needless to say, that night was incredibly awkward.
Carol was cutting Daryl’s hair so you were stuck with the new kid.
Did he even have any experience living outside the walls of the Kingdom?
Did he even know who Sophia was?
Who was he to come Into their camp and disrupt their new normal?
“So... how long you been staying in this camp?” He asked nervously.
You shrugged and tried not to look at him. “A while.” Maybe he’d go away if you didn’t talk to him.
“Very cool.” He nodded, hands fidgeting. “So why is it you and your dad aren’t staying in Alexandria? Or the Kingdom?”
Your heart felt as if it stopped. “My dad is DEAD, Henry.” You practically growled. “The reason I’m out here is to find his body.”
He held up his hands as if he were surrendering. “No need to bite my head off! How was I supposed to know you lost someone? I’m not a mind reader and you’re acting like a psychopath.”
Something inside you snapped. “I didn’t just lose SomeONE. I watched my mother die giving birth to my little sister! I watched my best friend walk out into the world as a walker after we spent DAYS looking for her! I lost my brother and had to watch him die after he was BITTEN!” By now you were standing, spitting at him your full fury. “I watched my dad get BLOWN TO PIECES when he exploded a bridge trying to keep walkers from attack out settlement! Everyone’s lost something! The only reason you didn’t know is cause you’ve spent your whole life sheltered in the kingdom playing the false role of a PRINCE!”
With that you stood up and walked off.
You knew you shouldn’t have snapped like that. You should have given him a chance. Maybe he was nice.
But he brought up her dad and called her crazy. He was so incredibly sheltered that he just expected to walk out into the world and NOT find it shattered!
You hadn’t ’t thought about your dad in a while.
Not really, anyway.
Sure, you looked for your dad every day, but you never really pictured him in your head while you did it.
Eventually, after a while of walking, you plopped down against a tree.
You stayed there as long as you dared.
Daryl has traps out in the woods that would catch walkers. You’d be fine.
After about fifteen minutes your racing thoughts were interrupted by the barking of a dog.
The brown haired animal walked up to you, tail wagging and tongue hanging from his mouth.
“Hey, dog.” You scratched behind his ear and buried your face in his fur.
Right now, you just needed some source of comfort.
“I knew I’d find ya here.” Daryl’s voice startled you. “Dog lead me right to ya.”
You didn’t even bother looking away from Dog. “Yeah, he’s a snitch.”
Daryl plopped down beside you in the grass. “Gonna tell me why ya yelled at Henry?”
You shook your head. “I don’t feel like it.”
“Well yer gonna tell me anyway.”
“He’s just... so incredibly sheltered! He was acting like nobody in this world has lost anybody! And when I got mad he called my a psychopath!” You held Dog closer. “I didn’t mean to snap at him. I couldn’t help it.”
Dog licked your cheek quietly.
“Kid, is this really about yer dad?” He placed a hand on your shoulder softly.
You nodded, still unable to break away from the furry animal cuddled against you.
“I know ya miss him an’ the rest ‘a yer family like hell.” He consoled. “I miss ‘em to. But ya can’t just snap at people like that. Ya still got family left.”
“That’s what you thought when you tried to leave me alone.” You grumbled.
“I thought I said no more snappin’ at people.”
“What are you, my dad?”
“Might as well be.” He stated. “Like it or not, yer my family now.” He squeezes your shoulder gently. “So ya gonna get yer face outta Dogs fur or ya just gonna stay there forever?”
You sniffed and reluctantly released Dog. “Ideally, is like to stay there forever.”
He chuckled dryly. “Ya can’t though. Ya got a life to live.”
“I know.”
“Come on then,” he stood up and helped you to your feet. “Let’s go get dinner then.”
You nodded and let him pull you into a hug. “Okay.”
You just wanted to stay like that forever.
But Daryl was right.
You had a life to live.
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just-like-playing-tag · 4 years ago
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aaaaaaa okay i just watched the new episode and im so curious about how theyre going to handle the rest of this arc? you always have really good takes so i was wondering what your thoughts were!! bunkerman is such an important character in this part of the story, it seems like they cant cut him out entirely????so where is he!!!
~ Sorry for the late answer, I kept procrastinating writing my thoughts because I knew this would have turned out to be long ahah ~
Thank you for the compliments, I'm flattered!!! Tho I doubt I will be of great help, I feel like I'm lost at sea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But I'll do my best!!!
First of all, I'd want to point out that, as of now, I'm confident they will not cut Bunkerman and Goldy Pond off the plot. Goldy Pond is a strong and solid arc that I'm sure received a positive response from SJ readers while it was on going; once it's animated, the anime will be completed of the action that has so far been lacking. As for Bunkerman, in the Shounen Jump's tpn popularity polls he earned 16th and 7th place, which makes me think he's fairly popular. His presence adds a very nice twist to the plot: not only he's the first male adult we see; even though he doesn't side with demons, he's still hostile to the children, which comes off as very surprising to the reader / watcher (and builds up to how Andrew and later the whole Ratri clan will persecute them, introducing the aspect that not all humans on the outside are their friends). Additionally, he is the first character to help build up the theme that Emma is not only going to help her friends and family, but also her enemies, which puts the basis of her character development and her decision to save all the demons and mamas. Moreover: how people have already pointed out, Bunkerman has also a very important role as representing the “what-if” version of the children, as showed in chapter 177:
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His character has a very poignant role, as he's revealed to have a very tragic backstory: his story consolidates the cruelty of the world they live in, which is a main theme of tpn, and the way it's ultimately revealed how the children saved his life and gave him the chance to start living again comes to the viewer as extremely moving.
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To sum up, he's too much of a great character to be omitted- they're not going to have all that great potential go to waste. His character development and personal growth is too powerful to be thrown away, and I refuse to believe they will (I'm going through chapter 109 again after a long time and I'm getting a little emotional :')
So next up is when we're going to see him, right? I doubt it is going to be soon. My guesses are that he'll show up either in the second half of the season, or even at the very end as teasing for an eventual following season.
The conditions in which the children have found the shelter unsettle me. The shelter confuses me so much, because things simply don't add up. If Bunkerman and his friends have already been there, then why Minerva's letter is still hanging there, unopened. On the opposite, if they have never been there, then that doesn't explain the cookies, which are a clear wink to manga readers, nor the scratched room. I'm confused, because these elements just aren't coherent with each other, and that makes me uneasy. I'd exclude that the Glory Bell escapees didn't open the letter, or that a Minerva supporter came back and placed a new one, but then again those elements really don't make any sense? Any that I can understand anyway- I hope they'll come up with a good explanation in the next episosodes.
Back to why I don't think Bunkerman will show up in the next episodes: several elements from the shelter make me think that. The most evident is obviously the rotten cookies. If he's just out hunting, and he usually lives in the shelter, then I don't see why he would keep those moldy biscuits (if not to commemorate his comrades? Dunnot). Besides, the shelter as for how it's been displayed seems to have not been inhabited for a long time: all the crockery was neatly placed; besides from the biscuits, there was not a single hint of people living or having lived there like the food we saw in the manga- if there had been, the children would have surely noticed. Again, that confuses me. Everything is perfectly tidy and clean, making it more similar to the untouched, neat shelter the Glory Bell escapees found when they arrived there for the first time- except for a conveniently scratched room? Isn't that weird that the room and the biscuits are the very only hint that somebody has been there before? But I'm digressing.
Other things that make me think Bunkerman is not going to show up: the children are learning everything on their own. There won't be Bunkerman to show them the armory, to talk about the limited resources and stuff. I believe that them finding about all these things on their own is a further proof that the kids aren't going to meet him soon.
I don't know how the children are going to meet Bunkerman. I'll be frank, I'm very worried, because for the way the children meet Bunkerman to be as it is is of great importance for his character and character development; I worry to make them meet in a different context is likely to have negative consequences to his character growth.
Shifting back to Goldy Pond, I don't think we're getting there any time soon either? There was no hint to A08-63 in the letter. My personal guess is that the "Poachers" skretch was replaced with "help" because we're not getting any poacher this season, and they didn't want to introduce so early an element that is not going to be explained in this season. Of course "Minerva" could reveal it in their phone call- but then why not mention it at all in the letter, besides from ending the episode with a cliff hanger? Furthermore: would it make sense to introduce Goldy Pond before Bunkerman? Goldy Pond wouldn't be the same without him- besides the fact that it would be hard to integrate the story of Lucas and the other Glory Bell escapees, this is a friendly reminder that it's Bunkerman to both break Lewis' mask and later kill him.
Now, as for my personal guess? I think the children are going to leave the shelter and look for Minerva. First of all, that would explain why, in the opening, everyone has the go-out-shelter-coats:
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That's the outfit Emma, Ray and later Gilda and Don wear when going out; it's an outfit we never saw the younger children wear in the manga. Another reason why I think that all the children are going to leave together is because it's the only way to protect them: they still can't be sure the shelter is a safe place (the manga reveals it isn't), so they can't leave the children alone in it. In the manga, they divide in two groups: Emma, Ray and Bunkerman leave the shelter, and Gilda and Don would have stayed to keep the children safe. For how things are in the anime, this becomes a problem. Let's say they decide to leave the shelter (and like, they will, otherwise the plot can't move on lol): Emma and Ray can't leave on their own, without Bunkerman to both guide and protect them; at the same time, they can't leave with the support of Gilda and Don, for that would mean leaving the children alone in the shelter. It's not only because leaving a group of less then nines alone would normally not be a good idea (these children are very smart, so maybe they'd manage to go on?), but they can't really know if the shelter will continue being a safe place: only because the demons haven't found it so far, that doesn't mean they can be sure they won't find it at some point; additionally, for what they know poachers are still after them. That's why I think the most logic progress of events will be for the children to leave the shelter together. Which, even though I stand for what I've said... Sounds like a very bad idea??? Not only the children keep travelling in this demon world- they also don't have weapons besides from bow and arrow? That's why I find the armory being empty one of the most senseless things- of course I want the children to be safe, but for the children to survive in demon forests completely unarmored sounds extremely unrealistic. I just hope they aren't going to kill one of the "irrelevant children" to prove how dangerous the world is, that would destroy me.
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(I'm Chris.)
Ok, I think I covered everything! Thanks for asking! Let's hope together they won't mess this up for us :))
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sonatagray · 4 years ago
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Rosaria x Female Reader: Hidden In the Shadows
Rated: Mature
Words: 4k
Warning: Kidnapping, Death
First-Person POV:
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Mondstadt is such a beautiful place, the kind people, the breathtaking views. It is known as the city of wind and freedom. And for someone like me, it's the finest place to steal.
The Windblume festival has also begun doubling the number of people in the streets. My excitement reached its peak. I strode inside Mondstadt, flower wreaths and decorations welcomed me. I walked on a smooth blue carpet that reached the center.
Relief rushed through me knowing that this place has bad security. Knowing that most members of the Knights of Favonius are incompetent and lazy asshats, stealing here would be a breeze.
I smirked and watched the crowd form in the town center. Good Hunter has released a new dish and everyone's going crazy. I wore my hood and approached the nearest table. Golden Chicken Burger had a fragrant smell that could reach all the way here.
I sat in a chair and observed the potential victims. My other "friends" were doing their own business in the corners of Mondstadt. I wasn't on heavy duty today, so the simplest thing could be the greatest treasure.
I shifted my view to different people studying their clothing. A child wearing a flower headband, a man with booze, I saw a woman with a pouch of mora just hanging at her belt. I laid my eyes on the price and studied a route in this massive crowd. I stood up and quietly approached her.
I pretended to whistle and accidentally bumped into her. I swiftly swiped the mora on her belt and grinned hastily hiding the heavy pouch in my jacket.
"I'm sorry dear, I apologize for being ever so clumsy," I bowed down.
"Oh, no worries! A lot are excited for the food a lot of people bumped into me already."
"Well of I go, hope you have a nice lunch!" I winked and strutted away. I felt the bulge in my jacket symbolizing my success. I stretched and got ready to go back to base, I left Monstadt while giving empty smiles to whoever passed me.
My boots crunched at the grass, I strayed off the path and entered the woods. Boars and birds roam around. The sun was starting to set and after a few more steps I arrived at our camp. Some greeted me and when I entered the tent, I was met with devious smiles. The smiles of sinners, "Welcome back capt. Got anything worthwhile?"
I threw the pouch of mora and he clumsily caught it. "I did most of the work last raid, better not expect me to give you more than that." The rats rapidly took the pouch and fought over it. The coins dropped like heavy rain, clanking on the table, some even fell on the ground. They scattered around the room collecting the precious mora.
"This would be 5000 Mora. Nice catch capt."
She handed me a few coins, "Nah I don't need that, keep it for yourself. I'm fine with the food and shelter y'all provide me," I yawned and stretched. I walked around the room and observed the map of Mondstadt.
"Where are you going? It's night, the best time to get treasure. But you already did your share for this week?" I scoffed and
"You don't need to know." I sighed and stood up, "I'm going to the usual. See ya lads."
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The moon glowed amidst the dark sky. The breeze was gentle and the town was silent. The lights gave a warm atmosphere as I walked to the cathedral. Thieves are sinners meant to be punished. It's ironic that I visit the church every night. I walked around the entrance and looked at the mountains.
Dragonspine was seen, I wonder how my fellow Treasure hoarders were holding up there.
I reached the back and stared blankly at the graves, there was a man singing lullabies. I eyed him and sat down at the stairs and waited for my friend to come. I blanked out and leaned at the huge door. The door opened quietly and I met with her.
"Tsk, stop sitting there like a homeless person and come in already." I blushed and laughed. A light blue color sparkled on her clothes.
Cryo Vision
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The floors creak as I slowly approached the room. The windows glistened the moonlight. I tiptoed through the hall and kept looking back at the window I went in.
Desperate for a place to stay in, the treasure hoarders are my last chance. I strained my breaths through my pounding heart. In the hall were three rooms. I chose the door beside me, my hand wandered to my pocket and took a pin out. I knelt and unlocked the door. There Infront of me is an empty and dusty room. There were boxes stacked against each other and a sole table inside.
I walked towards the boxes and opened them. Coughing from the dust. Inside were broken bottles and cans. I pushed the box away, there needs to be something worthwhile here or I'm dead. I scanned the boxes and crawled to the table.
I ruffled at the table contemplating if I should hurry up or take this slow. I opened the drawers, piles of paper were in there. I stumbled and covered my mouth. I looked back and there were still no signs of people coming in. I gazed back at the table
The light from the window reflected a circle orb that caught my eye. I scrambled to it and took the papers above it away.
A Pyro Vision
It had no color or life, its owner must be dead. I sharply inhaled and grinned. I took the vision and fiddled with it. Relief surged through me, I'd finally get home and be able to attain Mora once I sold this.
"Oh, sweet mother of the archons! I'm saved!" I looked up into the ceiling and kissed the vision. Suddenly I heard stomping noises from the first floor. I quickly pushed the vision into my pocket and ran outside. I locked the door from the inside and slowly closed it. My heartbeat was faster as the footsteps were getting close.
I hastily jumped out of the window and harshly fell to the ground. My knees trembled and I stumbled. I picked myself up and stared at the pyro vision in my hand. I took a headstart and ran away passing the homes of Springvale.
I reached the forest, took out the map the treasure hoarders gave me. I followed the location running through the trees in the dark. I advanced and found the location. It was an empty camp with no sign of life or a fire source. I saw a girl a little bit older than me sitting under a tree staring at the darkness.
"Do you need help?" I whispered. I saw the table had food, cold but still food. I took a piece of bread and handed it to her. Getting near I got a better look at her. She was frail and her body was skinny. Her mouth had blood on it.
"I think you'd be needing that more than I do kid," She said with a raspy voice. I gazed upon her empty eyes. "You also shouldn't be here... I think you got the wrong location kid."
"Why not? The Treasure Hoarders led me towards here," I took out the map and showed it to her.
"Get out of here now those assholes tricked you!"
"Tricked me! W-what are you talking about?"
"You are nowhere near the Treasure Hoarders land. You're in the territory of the Ace Onyx if I were you I'd take this bread in my hand and have your last supper here." I paled when I heard people near us.
"Well, well, well what do we have here? You caught a new bitch?" I shivered and looked back. A punch met with my face and I fell down. I rubbed my face as my eyes got watery. The girl watched silently. "I wonder how this one would sell in the market." He loomed over me holding my face as he observed me.
"It'll be worth a fortune boss!"
He let go of my face and raised a hand. I covered my eyes and waited for the inevitable. The girl ran up with unbelievable speed as she roughly pushed him forward making him stumble. I gulped as the devilish eyes surrounded us.
"Lay a hand on her and I will kill all of you worthless scum!"
"Ya' talk big for a slave that knows no remorse and has killed countless innocent lives. You've taken all my dirty work and followed all my orders like a dog on a leash. Are ya' sure that you aren't part of this so-called worthless scum?" He smirked. I shakily stood up and walked backward, I looked back ready to escape.
"I am sick and tired of following your orders, getting innocent people involved just to survive and live a life. I'd rather die right here right now."
"K-kid let's go!" I took her hand pulling her towards me, yet she stood there unwavering. She glared at them with fire coursing through her soul.
"Fleeing makes you a traitor, and traitors can only earn their freedom through victory in combat," He raised his hand signaling the other bandits to stop. He took a dagger and threw it at her feet, she glanced back at me. Even if that hate wasn't towards me, it was enough to freeze to the core. "Well, come on then! Kill me, and you can leave this place. I'm long in the tooth now, while you've got youth on your side. You can do this, can't ya?"
She halted me from running away. I saw a smirk on her face. Like she was confident she was about to win. I sat back down on the ground as I watched the fight begin.
The girl twirled the dagger on her hand as her eyes were fixated on their leader. She inhaled and was quick on her feet; she struck upwards, slashing his shoulder. He prepared a jab which she dodged and elbowed him in return.
She ripped through his clothes, striking every opportunity she got. Every attack is driven by hate and rage, showing no remorse. This didn't even seem close to a fair fight. The leader was bleeding through several wounds. She didn't stop there, Her strength was admirable; she flipped him over and he roughly collided with the land.
She took him by his hair and brought him up. She stabbed him right in the heart, taking the knife out. The leader coughed out blood as she hit him in the face with the hilt of the dagger. She pushed his head down and didn't hesitate to stab him at the back of his head multiple times before he fell to the ground. She breathes out slowly, not even a single sweat dropped from her forehead.
She smeared her hand over the bloody head and disgustingly licked it. An eerie silence as everyone watched in horror. I breathe out and fog is released out of my mouth. I saw that the place was starting to get cold. The sky darkened and clouds swirled above her.
Something glowed in the sky. I squinted and gasped. A cryo vision slowly descended from the sky. My eyes widened as it fell into her hands. The bandits stood there trembling and terrified. They have no chance of winning against a person that has killed their leader. Let alone received a vision from the gods.
"Anyone else?" She pointed the dagger at them. Cryo manifested on the weapon.
Knights arrived at the scene and the bandits fought them. The girl took my hand and attempted to flee. We ran as fast as we could until we were out of sight, giving me enough time to do something. I crouched down and started digging in the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"None of your business—" More knights came in surrounding and trapping us. I hurried and threw the unused vision on the ground. I quickly stood up and stomped on it hiding it from the knights.
I hyperventilated and felt arms wrapped around me. I looked at her, she wasn't scared or startled at all. Men pointed their swords at us and instead of attacking us the knights just kept us in place. I covered my ears at all the screaming happening. Knights against the bandits, I saw sparks of different colors appear, symbolizing that the vision holders arrived and wiped everyone clean.
"Come on you two," The knight calmly said. Rosaria didn't falter, mostly because we're surrounded by knights and vision wielders far more superior and stronger than us. They locked up our hands with chains. They led us to a carriage in front of us. I gasped at the result of the fight.
Pools of blood surrounded them, huge deep cuts with oozing ichor out. Some were burnt and others had their eyes opened. The lifeless figures made my stomach churn as I stopped the non-existent food from going up out of my mouth. I froze with fear as the knights opened the carriage and helped us in.
I sat there traumatized that visions of those poor souls kept popping up in my head as if it won't leave me alone until I die.
"Rosaria," She quietly said.
"What?"
"My name's Rosaria." Silence overtook us, the carriage door closed and it started moving. "The nearest place we can stay is at Mondstadt. It's our only way of surviving. So if I were you, I'd like you to stay put and accept your fate."
Everything went hazy and I felt lightheaded. I relaxed and laid down on the floor. Everything has been so exhausting that I fell asleep.
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I opened my eyes blinking multiple times with the sun blinding me.
We were both in the same cell, Rosaria was quietly fumbling around her newly acquired vision. And I was playing with my chains. Her wounds healed up quicker than I thought. I had a bandage up on my face after that punch.
We heard the door open and clanks of armor echoed around the cells. Knights escorted a tall man with them. He was looking down at us and I felt a tinge of intimidation radiate from him.
One of the knights took the key out and opened the rusty gate of our cell. Rosaria tensed as the man walked in. He crouched down to our level and surprisingly gave a warm smile.
"I am Varka Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius. I've heard about you two caught at the site of the Ace Onyx last night. You two seem young—"
"I'm talking to no creep."
He chuckles, "oh no you got it all wrong. I would never do anything bad to you children. Instead, I suggest that you go to the Cathedral and be cleansed by the light of our archon. You still have the chance to turn your fate around and live a normal life," Varka said.
"And what exactly— you want us to be nuns?"
"Indeed, I believe with all my heart you two would be reformed."
I noticed he was more inclined towards Rosaria. I have a feeling He deemed her more dangerous than me for having a vision.
I'd do anything to give me a temporary home.
"We accept."
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A few days later I returned to the site of the fight. Everything was empty now, the bodies, the camp are gone. The place has been cleaned and a few animals were roaming around. I dug up the ground and found the vision I hid. I glared at it not knowing if I should feel happy that I saved a soul or to sell it to get back to my old ways.
"You all tricked me!" I yelled surprising the assholes.
"How the fuck did you survive?"
I tossed the unused vision at them. Their eyes widened, visions are hard to get. Unused ones are rare, and being able to steal them is rarer.
"W-what happened to the Ace Onyx group?"
"Whatever the fuck that group is they're gone! I was there to witness the Knights of Favonius kill each and every one of them!"
"They're gone?" They said with shock plastered amongst their faces.
"What? What's so special about them?" I asked while shifting my view to each one of them.
"They're our enemy faction, we've been battling for territory and power ever since. If they're gone that means..."
"We're the strongest faction in Mondstadt and Liyue."
"Does that mean?"
After the oh so meaningful conversation they immediately accepted me. They even paid a huge sum of mora for the unused vision I gave them. They celebrated that night and I rose the ranks quicker than I thought I would.
This is the life.
3 Years Later
It was a busy day, I walked up the stairs headed to the cathedral. I wonder how Rosaria is? Balancing my life as a treasure hoarder and commoner. I walked up the stairs.
"Miss Rosaria, please, show a little more circumspection in your actions! You are a member of the Church. How is it appropriate that you simply never turn up for hymn practice?" I overheard sister Ophila shouting.
"Please calm down, Sister Ophila. Miss Rosaria, I'm told that you have never attended a single one of your compulsory classes. Is that so?"
"Yes," Rosaria deadpanned.
"Mother Maria, please look at this... Rosaria's theological essay is an utter mess!" A sister chided while showing her a piece of paper. Sister Ophila took it and read it with a contorted look.
"Miss Rosaria, if I may ask frankly... do you intend to do any work at all here at the Church?" She asked while looking melancholic.
"No. I've already found other work." The sisters sighed in unison. Rosaria never showed so much as a hint of anxiety in any of these exchanges.
"Fine, miss Rosaria we'll let this pass this time but please take your next duties seriously." Rosaria bowed and the sisters left. I stood there as awkwardness filled the air.
"Hey Y/N I know you've been watching there. I could hear you a mile away," She glanced at me. I laughed at their antics. "Sorry, you had to see that. That was embarrassing."
"No, it's fine! I'm just worried maybe with all this work you're doing, you might not be feeling well," I said while scratching my head.
"You ask me that as if you didn't leave the church. I should be asking how are you?" She trudged away and I followed her.
"I'm fine really, I don't understand why they won't let you leave but here I am strolling around Mondstadt freely. Also, the additional fact that you're the one with the vision and I'm a useless person."
"You're nowhere useless to me," She muttered. Rosaria was forced to stay in the church by Varka. I still have no idea why he was so hellbent on the idea that Rosaria would be a nun and would reform. It's been three years and she's the same as ever.
We both reached the edge of the cathedral and sat at the edge of the cliff. We watched as the moon rose and the city turned calm. Rosaria took a cigarette out and started to smoke.
"What do you plan to do with your life?" I stretched.
"If the church wasn't so disdainful and bigoted I would like to do many things. I'd also want to spend my life and be with..." she trailed off.
"What did the church do again that's stopping you from doing what you want?" She glared at me and I scrunched my brows. "What?"
"You're denser than the dense. Stupid even. Whatever," She stood up and rolled her eyes.
"Hey?! Don't say all of that and then leave me hanging! Did I do something wrong?!" I ran up to her and grabbed my hand. She pulled me in and kissed my cheek.
"That kind of dense, you blundering buffoon," She scoffed and walked away. My mouth was wide open and I was dumbfounded.
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Present
We entered the church and I yawned.
"How are you and what did you do today?"
"Oh you know, the usual. I was roaming around Starsnatch cliff to watch its amazing views."
"Was it a lovely sight?"
"Yeah—"
She used her elemental skill and teleported behind me. She hit my feet and I fell down. She tugged my shoulder and tossed me, sending me flying to the wall. I hit the wall with a thud as I groan and rub my back. The ice crawled up behind my back and my body slowed down. Her hand grabbed my neck and pulled me up. She glared at me with a burning hatred that pierced my soul.
"Treasure hoarders always get on my nerves. I can't believe you're the infamous Y/N. The brat that leads the group of treasure hoarders that terrorized Springvale for an entire month. I can't believe you're a vicious rat that's been hiding under our noses. How dare you betray me and my trust?"
I struggled to breathe and felt her hand trembling. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If she was trying to make me feel bad, she was doing the right thing.
"Are you that "thing" my fellow treasure hoarders kept talking about?"
"It seems like you misunderstood me from the start. I may have been a friend to you, but I've been working for the church at night. Skewing and finding the threats of Mondstadt." I held her hand struggling for freedom, "Though I'd kill them the moment I catch them." She leaned in and we were face to face.
"Well, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me now?"
"No, I'm going to do something better." She opened her mouth and I felt fangs bite into my neck and I wince in pain. She held me in place while she sucked on my blood. I breathed heavily and the world around me went hazy. Lightheaded, she pulled out and licked my neck. Chills ran down my spine and body. She shoved me down to the floor and smirked. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
I panted heavily and lifted a hand up to my neck. To check if I was dreaming or not, I smeared blood across my neck and looked at my hand.
"Y-you're a vampire! I thought they died whenever the rays of sunlight hit them! Does being inside a church not hurt you?"
"Oh, poor kitten do you seriously believe in those silly fairy tales? You've been my friend for a few years by now, yet a dense idiot like you hasn't caught on to the fact that I wasn't a normal human at all."
"How long did you know that I was part of the Treasure Hoarders?"
"I've known since the past month you've led your little buddies to attack Springvale. I am quite impressed that you've deceived me. But you've also angered me! But I can give you the luxury of freedom, I can spare you," She chuckles. "I'm quite starved. I would surely like to drain you right here right now. I've been waiting for a reason to do this." I gulped and looked at her eyes as she licked her lips.
"No... I will give back everything! Everything I stole! Just spare me!"
"How about we make a deal? I won't turn you into the Knights of Favonius. In exchange for something."
"I'll do anything! Calm down!"
"For someone as sinful as you, every night we meet here and I'll take a little bit of you."
I panted heavily and dreaded the future.
"So what's your choice? To rot in a cell for the rest of your life, or to give me something of yours every night? I promise I won't take much and you'd live." She smiled sadistically.
"Fine... I'll do it."
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Author's Note: I uh post in wattpad too- https://www.wattpad.com/story/264619512-genshin-impact-oneshots-x-readers-x-characters
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“You know you and that Dwight kid are alot alike.” “How so?” “Well out here you two are like nervous dogs, pissing yourself and clinging to everyone like white on rice but out there you seem to grow a pair and do some impressive shit.” Ash huffed, a grin curling the corners of lips as he tightened a few gears on his hand. “Thanks Ash, that means alot coming from you.”  “I know.”  I watched his grin widen in pride before falling, eyes lifting to Dwight and Nea a few feet away, their heads turned to the approaching fog that swept the forest. “Looks like it’s time to fetch those cojones, we’re heading out.” --------------------------------------------- The Thompson House The sun beamed down from above, nearly blinding me with it’s light. Every realm was so damn dark, that it was always jarring to be brought back here. I could already hear the corn beside be rustling, a dark shape darting away towards a distance generator. I exhaled sharply, confirming it was Nea from her beanie.  My calm composition was shattered as I felt hands resting on my shoulders, causing me to twist around, a hand raised to strike a Ghostface, or Wraith trying to play with me. Dwight’s hands shot towards upwards, a shocked look on his face. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, don’t hit me!”  I lowered my fist, sighing again before quickly checking the area around us. “It’s ok Dwight, what do you need?” “I think we should work on a generator together, a bit away from Nea and Ash, you know just in case one of them gets caught we can complete one. Also uh, I can’t find Ash and Nea...” He trailed off, but I got what he was getting at. “Sounds good to me, lead the way.” I reached out for his hand, intertwining my fingers with his. They were so clammy, how that was possible despite being in the realm for only a few moments were a mystery not even the Entity knew.  Dwight paused for a moment, his thumb gently brushing the back of my hand before leading me to a generator he saw fit. Just as we reached the gen, a cry of pain erupted from Ash, scaring a few of a crows to fly into the air. The chase had begun, all Ash had to do was waste the killer’s time and try to stay alive while the rest of us did the work. Knowing Ash, he could piss a killer off like no tomorrow, causing them to want to give the most brutal punishments to him and only him. If we were lucky, Ash would throw the creature off it’s game and we could get an advantage. Dwight winced in sympathy, before turning his attention to the wires, brows knitted and broken glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “He’s got this.” I muttered under my breath, trying to comfort myself and Dwight’s nerves. Ash was a tank, sometimes it took a few extra hits just to down him, if not a good dozen on a good day. It’s like that guy was made to be beaten up and in the rare case we were in that was a gift. But if the killer was smart, like few were, they knew the tricks, and Nurse knew that Ash was best saved for last. The sound of a faint heartbeat filled my ear, and I felt a shutter come over my body. Before I had a chance to open my mouth, the rushing form of the Nurse loomed over Dwight, her bonesaw slashing across his back. The man cried in pain, shooting up and running while he had the chance. I followed close behind, hoping that if needed, I could take a quick hit and keep Dwight from being on the hook. God I couldn’t stand to watch Dwight on the hook, the way he cried and whimpered, the tears that feel from his big kind eyes. There was a numbness to them, one that showed he’d done this a million times before but was still filled with a sense of terror, deep into his core. I think that’s what hurt the most, what made even the most hardboiled survivors feel pity. The Nurse slowly raised her hand, the sound of a desperate attempt for air echoing in the air. She was gonna teleport, and it was a long one. We could trick her. I quickly snatched Dwight’s hand, a cry of pain ripping his lips as I yanked him towards the Nurse. He gasped and whimpered, eyes bulging as he tried to rip his hand out of mine. “W-what are you doing!? We’re gonna-” As the words left his lips the Nurse vanished, appearing a few feet behind us with a choking sound, grabbing her chest for some resemblance of air. Dwight let out a surprised laugh, now trailing beside me willingly. “I-I kinda forgot we could do that to be honest. I’ve seen other’s do it but, I can never make my legs move TOWARDS her.” We took shelter behind a small makeshift wall, Dwight’s hand’s searching his back for the wound while he slouched against the wood. “How does it look? It feels deep.” I watched as a finger brushed the edge of the deep, bloodied cut, a sharp exhale rattling through his chest. “S-shit. Damn it, this isn’t good. My arm feels numb, how am I suppose to do generators like this?” My hand brushed against his cheek, smearing some of the blood droplets away from his eyes. “I’ll patch you up, no worries. Come on, turn around Dwighty... we just gotta hope she doesn’t have that one thing on her and you’ll be good as new, I promise.” A generator popped in the distance and not long after another popped in succession, a wave of comfort swept my body. At least the others were doing something. Dwight turned his back to me, his dirty white button up now torn and damp in sticky red. His cut was deep that much was true, but certainly not the worse any of us had. I began to work, trying anything and everything that would possibly help him feel better and close the wound. Despite this I couldn’t help the small sounds he would make in response, the way he’d shutter and twitch with every movement towards the wound. It was a familiar sight unfortunately, but despite the fact you’d be playing EMT every night it didn’t mean you were any good at it. I whispered apologies under my breath, before going silent, my hand clasping over his mouth, my other hand pulling him flush against my chest. Spine Chill was acting up again, and although I couldn’t hear a heart beat that didn’t mean that she couldn’t appear beside us at a moments notice. Dwight’s breath was hot against my palm, I could feel him bite his lips, trying to silence himself even further. I’m glad he wasn’t the type of guy to push aside any safety procedures when he himself couldn’t sense danger. The amount of times I got caught because someone I was with didn’t catch sight of a killer was way too often. Spine Chill lingered for a good 3 to 4 seconds, before being broken, as her attention turned back to a taunting Ash. Thank god for him and the inherit desire to sock him in the face. I pulled my hand from Dwight’s mouth, running it down his neck to rest on his hip. “She was looking over here.” “I kind of suspected that... maybe we should get the generators done, we’re wasting alot of time as it is. One of is is gonna get on hook and it’s gonna go down hill from there if we don’t get at least one more gen, I had a trial at Haddonfield and we got the gens done way faster then this-” Dwight began to trail off, raising his fingers to lips to chew on his nails. “Dwight, it’s fine, I’m almost done anyway, then we can get those gens done faster then any Haddonfield.” I turned my attention back to his wound, hearing Ash get go down in the distance. Damn it, he got way too cocky. Dwight began to bite himself harder, making underlying noise of distress. “Alright, all done, I’ll get Ash, you go to work on the Generator ok?” Dwight stood and nodded, the look on his face apparent he didn’t want me to go and instead work with him. I grabbed his bloody hand with mine, giving it a slight squeeze. “It’ll be ok, we’ll make it out of here, we always do, one way or another. Besides, I know how to juke her.”  I flashed him a small smile, and he returned my hand squeeze weakly. “Be safe, she might be on to you... and Ash’s hook is by the basement.” “I know. But we gotta try to get him-” “No I know, it’s just... bad positioning is all. Go get him, he’s gonna hit the second hook threshold so Nea’s probably on the next gen.” He moved his hand, biting onto the next unlucky nail. “Alright, stop biting your nails baby, catch you on the other side of the gate.” I called out behind me as I jogged towards Ash’s aura. Half way there I realized what I said to Dwight, and felt my face cringe in reaction. Baby? I was just looking for a comfort term but it had to be baby? God why couldn’t he have an easy to abbreviate name?  I slowly approached Ash’s hanging form, the hook piercing his blue shirt, turning it a dark crimson color. His tired eyes moved to look at me, the claws of the Entity closing around his body, ready to strike. “So nice of you to stop playing pat-a-cake with your boy toy to help a dying man.” He growled, a dribble of blood leaking down his chin as he spoke. “I wasn’t-” I stopped myself, lowing my voice while I quickly got him off the hook. “I wasn’t doing that, he got hit real bad by the bone saw. I... I accidently called him baby.” “Ho-ho! Look at you, little miss promiscuous.” He teased “It was an accident, he was freaking out, I was trying to call him something to calm him down but I couldn’t think of anything. He doesn’t think we’re gonna make it out due to how fast we’re doing the gens.” “We could be half way out the door and he’d think we aren’t doing good enough, the boy needs to get some of that good stuff ya know what I mean?” Ash mimicked smoking as we made our way to where Dwight was, hearing Nea go down in the distance. “It’s weed-” “I know-” “Not that if I found any I’d give it to him. Daddy’s needs come first and I’ll be damned if I’m giving the first recreational drug I find in this hell scape to a desk jockey.” “Somehow I don’t think he’d take it anyway...” Ash snorted, pressing his metal hand against the gaping wound in his chest, a gush of blood dripping down his front. “Ye-yeah good point. Damn it, let’s just get this over with, I really hate the hook wounds.” ------------------------------------------------------------------- The rest of the trial went well, as well as a trial with a murderous teleporting health care worker could go. With the help of Dwight we managed to get the last gens done fairly quickly. The only trouble was a second hook for Ash and one for Nea but otherwise we got out fairly safe. Seems like the Nurse was off her game, and Ash’s perfected skill of  being an annoying asshole was once again overpowered and successful. I slumped against the log, wrapping the dirty gauze around my arm from the clawed hands of the Nurse. She managed to hit me right at the end, tried to pull me back into the trial with what strength she had. Luckily due to the Entity’s twisted sense of humor it was already healing, a double edged sword when you found out it was just to put you through the wringer later. Dwight frowned at the tattered remains of his clothes, his thumb smoothing over the rough slash before standing up and beginning to rummage through his suitcase of clothes. “Damn kid, you’re yolked as hell. Why the hell have you been holding out on all of us huh? What’s your secret?” Ash gawked, circling around the bare chested Dwight. Despite the fact he was facing away from me I could some how sense how red his face was getting, his arms curling around his chest to hide himself. Ace who just returned from a walk in the woods chime in as well. “Damn, I looked just like that as a young buck.” He turned to face me, giving a signature smile and finger guns. “Now I look even better.” “I... I don’t look that good, I’ve just been um... running alot. Hyperventilating.” He tried to turn his attention to his clothes, picking out a sweater to hold close to him. “Nah don’t be so shy, why don’t we ask the pretty lady how you look huh? Jenna. What do you think of this hot slab of man meat hmm?” Ash’s arm wrapped around Dwight’s shoulder, turning his body to face me. He looked terrified, his eyes wide and beads of sweat beginning to form along his forehead. Ash was right, he wasn’t ripped but he certainly was fit. But most of the survivors were fit, least the ones that were here the longest were. A nice soft v-line, the smallest signs of the beginning of abs being amplified by the light of the campfire. I averted my eyes to the dirt below, nudging a clump of dirt with my shoe. “You look nice Dwight, Ash and Ace are right even if they are... them.” “Well you heard the lady, the house is always right.” Ace chimed in from his seat on the long. “You got spunk kid.” “And if you keep it up you’ll get to spunk-” Ash smiled, causing Dwight to huff and pull himself away, earning a scolding from myself “Ash-” “What? I can’t be a hype man for nervous nelly over here? I’m trying to give the man a pair that he NEEDS.” “He has a pair Ash, come on. I know you’re trying to help, you try to help alot of people but...” “But what? Come on Sugar, spill it. I know you like to keep those thoughts to yourself.” “...You can be a little... much.” “Baby I’m all a little much-”  I felt my cheeks warming up, crossing my arms nervously as Ash loomed over me. “I mean... sometimes you need a softer approach with things, with Dwight, with me. You can be... off-putting or rude to people who aren’t into your... muchness. You probably scared Dwight off and made him more self conscious cause you said that instead of helping him.” “Well then who’s fault is that? We told him he looks great! Ugh, whatever, I’ll stop being a charity case then, since nobody seems to be appreciative.” Ash grunted, turning around to storm off to a second campfire off in the distance. “Ashley... damn it...” My shoulders slumped in defeat, going to sit beside Ace who was twisting a scratched coin between his fingers. “Don’t sweat it mi tesoro, Ash is just thick headed when it comes to his ways. You either get it through or you break your hand trying to knock the sense into him.” “Was I wrong? Maybe I was being too harsh on Ash. I just... I just don’t want us to fight, I don’t want anyone to fight. We’re all so tense in trials I just want us to get along and be happy for once outside of them.” Ace frowned, placing a comforting hand on my thigh so I would look at him. “Sometimes people will fight, especially since, well... we’re HERE of all places. But give em enough time and when the right moment comes around they’ll forget all about whatever fight you were having and drag your ass from the basement apologizing and praying you won’t die. Happened to me twice. When the shit hits the fan we look out for each other and if it isn’t hitting the fan then it’s not a day in the fog am I right?” He flashed another smile and I couldn’t help but smile along “Yeah, yeah I suppose you’re right. I just want it to stay happy. But that’s impossible huh?”  “Not impossible, just very, very, very hard. But I love shitty odds, so I’m with you for keeping the vibe lively. Maybe when Dwight and Ash come back with can get a round of cards going huh? I promise I won’t cheat.” “I got a feeling you’re lying to me but honestly I’ll take a rigged game any day.”
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writing-gifts · 5 years ago
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datura (moth!bruno x butterfly!reader)
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A/N: this fics 30k+ words now and im happy that ive stayed with it this long, but yea thats it lol
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[Late Fall]
You didn't think you'd be meeting Abbacchio so soon--perhaps sometime after Winter. But one day you're taking shelter from the cold when Bruno comes to visit.
These days you never really know for sure when he'll show but this was definitely earlier than usual. Nevertheless, you're glad to have someone to cure your boredom...until you see there's someone else very familiar with him.
You hide partially behind your door trying to slow your racing heart. Was this excitement or fear? Maybe both?
“Er, you’re Abbacchio right?”
When the wasp nods but doesn’t further speak you look at Bruno, but he simply gives you an encouraging smile. You wanted to scold the moth for the nonexistent forewarning, but at the same time with a surprise visit you didn't have time to fret before the actual meeting.
You’ll have to go along with this either way so you put on a polite smile. “You guys want to come in?”
“No, I'd rather stay out here,” Abbacchio replies.
Your brows furrow and your smile becomes more forced. “Uh…”
But it's cold! What the hell, do you two not get cold or something!?
It takes you a moment but then you realize that the wasp was being sarcastic. Probably. But you’re not sure if it’s because he’s trying to be funny or if he doesn’t like you. Or maybe he was messing with you?
Bruno throws him a bemused look. "It would be more comfortable inside don't you think?”
The wasp stares at you in a way that makes you feel like you're being sized up but eventually relents. “Alright.”
You move so Abbacchio can walk in, but Bruno stops next to you.
"Don't be intimidated. He can be like that toward new people and he’s a little grumpy that he had to walk all the way over here," he whispers.
You look over at the wasp already sitting on the daybed remembering his lack of flight and nod. But you weren’t sure if you wanted to deal with a bitchy bug right now.
Bruno goes to sit, but you scuttle to your room with some quickly mumbled excuse so you can collect your thoughts.
What were you supposed to do? Entertain them both? You were far removed from having to actively entertain Bruno when he came over so you felt out of your element.
This meeting should have happened in Spring instead.
You must have been in your room for too long because Bruno shows up.
When he sees you sitting on your bed he raises a brow. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing really. I’m just unsure what to do so I'm hiding. Are we like hanging out?”
Bruno shakes his head. "I don't understand. You don't need to do anything."
"But I feel like I have to since Abbacchio is here though. And he really doesn't look like he wants to be here."
"Well, we aren't going to stay too long if that makes things better. He just wanted to see you. Of course he's too prideful to admit that though."
"Well…He could just be more polite though," you grumble.
"Then he wouldn't be Abbacchio…" Bruno sighs. "Don't worry I talked to him so it'll all work out."
You purse your lips. "...Hey next time just give me a heads up if you're bringing someone over, okay?"
If your unexpected guest was just a little amiable then you wouldn't have cared but that wasn't the case.
Bruno looks a bit surprised that you seem genuinely annoyed, but he gives you the affirmation you want. So even though you're still reluctant, you move off the bed.
“Okay we can go back.”
You walk ahead of Bruno and when you get to the main room you try to talk to the wasp again.
“Uh...Do you want anything to drink?”
"No thanks."
"...Okay."
Instead of sitting down you stand there. Bruno wouldn't lie to you but the wasp's behavior said otherwise. Your friend gently grabs your arm and leads you to the daybed to sit.
"Do you want me to get you something to drink ____?"
"...Sure? It can be whatever."
You realize too late that if he's getting drinks, he’s going to leave you alone with Abbacchio. You squint at Bruno as he exits the room. It shouldn't take long but you're sure Bruno's going to take as long as he sees fit.
So while he’s gone, you sit there quietly sneaking peeks at the wasp trying to figure out how to move things along. He sits, leg spread, looking at nothing in particular.
You had seen the occasional albino insect but this was the first wasp. Which isn’t surprising since you kept clear of any. Until now.
“What?”
You flinch from the sudden break in silence. “W-What?”
“You keep looking at me.”
You try to smile but it definitely comes off more as a grimace from the weird look you get in return.
Sighing, you frown. “I’m sorry. I’m going to be straight forward and say that I feel super awkward right now, and I don’t know what to say or do.”
The wasp crosses his arms. “...You don’t need to say anything. I actually prefer the silence.”
"Oh."
You continue to sit in silence that's slightly less awkward, but again the wasp breaks it.
“How’s your leg?”
Your eyes widen a bit from him trying to start a conversation. “Oh, it’s okay.”
You stretch out your leg, bending it a few times. There was no more pain but a bunch of scars were left behind around your thigh and calf.
“That's good.”
Since he was here you could show your gratitude in person. You hesitate for a moment but remember what Bruno had told you at the forest clearing. And you didn't want to let this possible conversation die.
“Hey, thank you for helping me that day. You really saved my life. And the fact you managed to open that lizard's mouth was pretty amazing!"
You see the stern expression on the wasps face slightly fall, and he gives you a nod. “It wasn't anything--I mean….You're welcome.”
You give your first genuine smile today and Abbacchio looks away looking a bit flushed.
A moment later and the moth finally returns.
"I’m back with your drink ____."
You turn towards Bruno as he walks towards the daybed.
“What the hell were exactly doing in there Bucciarati?” Abbacchio looks over, sounding unimpressed with Bruno's little plan.
"You're not slick Bruno," you add.
He raises a hand in surrender. “Okay you got me. But it worked didn't it?”
You look at Abbacchio.
“...I guess it’s a start,” Abbacchio says.
"I saw you blushing from the kitchen," Bruno says.
“I--Leave me alone.”
You hold back your laugh lest you want to be scowled at by the wasp next.
Bruno hands over your drink and you thank him and relax back into the daybed. Maybe it's okay if they decide to stay longer.
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For the first time this season, you can't fly. Even after trying to warm yourself up with all your blankets, you'd only be able to stay off the ground for a short time before your wings would give up. And unless you were planning on climbing up the stems of the flowers near your home there was no way you were getting any nectar.
So over the next couple days, whenever you couldn’t fly, you were content with spending most of your time sewing, knitting or sleeping. Even the days where you could fly you'd find yourself spending most of the day inside anyways.
But after a while you start to feel confined in your home, and you suppose you need to do something different. So you finally gather the courage to venture a good distance from your home by yourself.
You decide to use this opportunity to visit a neighbor--a self-proclaimed “vegetarian” spider--so you can get started on Bruno's 2nd gift.
Before you were hesitant to go, even with the gift on the line, but after everything that's happened with Abbacchio you were more at ease with the idea.
Once you actually see the spider's small home, you notice there's no webs for you to get stuck in.
With the spider's help, you hope to learn how to create sheer cloth or lace as he called it. In return, you're willing to part with the rest of the honey you had sitting around.
There was the option to trade for already made lace but you were hellbent on making this gift all on your own. When you tell the spider, Ilyas, this he seems even more excited to share his passion.
“Rarely anyone likes to visit me!”
You smile feeling a bit sad for him. Now that you actually had met him properly you can tell the "rumors" about him being completely harmless were true. He only seemed to use his webs to make lace. How it wasn't sticky was a mystery to you though.
After trying for the first time, Ilyas tells you that you're a natural but that feels like an over-exaggeration. You decide to visit more often though because of his enthusiasm.
He encourages you to practice with small squares first before doing any complicated shapes, and to also experiment with different lace patterns.
When you try to practice on your own, you struggle with making the lace without the spider's help, and the strange tool they had to speed up the process. All you had was your needles, threads, and your inexperienced hands.
There were many times where you would miss a stitch and not notice until you had finished the square. It was frustrating but you would keep at it, trying to finish at least one square a day.
You stare at your most recent square. You didn’t miss a stitch this time so that was good, but you didn't really like the pattern the threads were forming.
You rest your head in your hand, absentmindedly tracing your scars as you study the intricate web-like lace.
The sleep schedule you had somewhat managed to fix at Abilene’s house had slowly drifted back to the way it was before. Along with the days becoming shorter, you felt like you spent a good chunk of the night wide awake. So even though it was pretty late, you weren’t tired at all.
You guess you could start another square with a new pattern but even with your lantern, making lace in the night was a strain on your eyes.
You pull the covers sitting around you on the ground over your shoulders and rest your head on the table.
I wonder if Bruno will show….
While you stare at the lace, you somehow manage to fall asleep. You're not sure how long, but you're woken up by a knock at the door.
Knowing it's Bruno, you quickly get up to answer.
He greets you with a smile. “Did you just wake up?”
“Yea, I didn’t even feel like going to bed at all so I don’t know how that happened."
“Too bad I woke you up then.” He pulls out 3 canisters. “I brought you nectar though.”
“I don't have any to trade though? I stayed in today."
"Don't you think we are past that point in our relationship? I’m just giving it to you as a friend."
"I guess you're right. I’m so used to trading...” you trail off and take the canisters.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh?"
"You just seem down."
You open one of the canisters to see what's inside and avoid Bruno's analyzing gaze.
"Honestly, I guess I do feel strange? I want to go back to sleep but I don’t really want to at the same time. Maybe I slept weird…"
"I know you probably don't want to hear this right now but maybe you should go out. It might make you feel better."
You shrug. Other than walking to Ilyas's and sometimes getting nectar close by, you spend most of your day inside. Maybe your body wasn’t used to being inside this much. Even during Winter you'd try to go out when you really shouldn't.
“Maybe you're right.”
"Do you want to go to the lake, obviously not near it of course."
Bruno seemed to be trying to tread carefully with you. It was appreciated but at the same time you want him to treat you like usual.
You huff out a laugh. “I know that, but sure let's go.”
You were already dressed in a sweater but invite Bruno in so you can go find a scarf.
While wrapping one around your neck you remember the moth's sweater and see no better time to give it to him.
You grab it off the chair you left it on and walk into the main room.
"Bruno, I finished your sweater!"
You hold the off white sweater out to the moth and he gently takes it from you.
"You finished it that fast?"
You nod.
The moth unfolds it and holds it out. You made it so it would be on the baggier side so he wouldn't feel constricted.
You watch as he turns it around and pulls it over his head. Once he puts his arms through the sleeves he pats down his hair.
You watch as he fiddles with the buttons on one of his sleeves until it comes off allowing his forearm to be free.
"Feels comfortable?"
He nods as he rebuttons the sleeve. "Yes, thank you! I don't even want to take off the sleeves either."
You grin, pleased that he likes it that much. "That's great! Honestly this looks quite good on you..."
"You think so?" The moth strikes a subtle pose.
"O-Obviously! Honestly I think you'd be able to pull anything off."
This gives you even more motivation to make that lacy top for him.
"Okay, let's go before I say anything else embarrassing," you say.
You both head outside, but you find yourself struggling to get off the ground. Apparently the temperature had dropped slightly too low.
"Do you need help?"
"No, no I got it."
You flap your wings a couple times hoping for the blood to finish circulating and with a little more struggling you're off the ground.
“Oh this sucks!”
You couldn’t help being jealous that Bruno could still fly so easily.
"You really don't need to push yourself."
“It's fine. I just needed to stretch out my wings. You do the vibrating thing to warm up and fly right?"
"Yeah."
"So lucky,” you say with a sigh.
"Have you ever tried doing it yourself? It'll get you in the air quicker."
"Hmmm…"
You momentarily stop flying. Clenching your fists, you tense your whole body and try to vibrate, but it’s literally impossible for you to reach the speed Bruno is capable of.
You notice Bruno is covering his mouth as he watches your sorry attempt.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"I’m sorry, the look on your face was cute."
You open your mouth but actual words struggle to come out.
"You--! Don't….Let’s just go already."
While the two of you make the flight to the lake, the moth insists on holding your hand 'just in case your wings give out'. Even though flying so close to someone can be a pain, his hand kept yours quite warm so you don't complain.
The lake feels so much different when you arrive. Without all the insects around, singing, dancing and playing, it felt somewhat lifeless. Even the lilies from before were shut.
“It’s so quiet…”
“Yea but it can be nice like this too. Sometimes I prefer it.
You both sit at the same place you did last time. Even though the rock's surface is cold, you already feel better. You had been nervous stepping out to places that weren’t busy, but with Bruno that nervousness was almost nonexistent.
You wish you had taken the time to come out more often like this with the moth, because once Winter came you wouldn’t be able to see him. You look over at Bruno. He seems lost in his own thoughts.
“Are you ready for Winter?”
He glances at you. “I suppose so…I won’t be able to visit you anymore though. It’s going to feel quieter.”
You hum in agreement. "Why does Winter have to exist? It's like Fall's terrible older sibling."
That gets a chuckle out of the moth. "That's the first time I've heard some describe the season like that."
"Well it is…"
"I guess you could say that."
Silence settles between the both of you but you move slightly in your spot from the restlessness you were beginning to feel. An idea had come into your mind and you were nervous to try it.
Holding your breath, you lean against the moth, but keep your eyes focused on the lake too afraid to make eye contact. If your time with him was going to be limited then maybe you should send even more hints.
A tense moment passes before you feel him shift against you. Your heart jumps when you feel a hand brush against your hip.
"Is this okay?" Bruno’s voice is low and it makes the action feel more intimate.
Don’t panic. This is a good thing!
“Y-Yes.”
You take a moment to calm down and continue speaking. “Is the sweater still comfortable?”
"Definitely. I think you’ll be happy to hear that I don't want to take it off.”
There was a weird sense of pride within you from getting the moth to willingly wear clothes.
"Then my work here is done. Well I'm going to make you more stuff though.”
You cross your arms and snuggle more into Bruno’s side when a particularly cool wind blows through. The moth's hold on you becomes more secure as he brings another arm to your side.
“Too cold?”
“Definitely underestimated it.”
As much as you wanted to stay in this position, you didn't want to stay out here any longer.
“Let’s go back,” you say.
Bruno gives your side a gentle squeeze before removing his arms. He helps you to your feet, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.
With that you're ready to go. But when you try to take flight, you can’t, no matter how hard you try.
You look at Bruno unsure what to do.
"I can carry you, if that’s okay with you?”
You didn't exactly have another choice so you agree.
He places his arms on your back before he bends down to lift you behind your legs.
You immediately wrap your arms loosely around his neck as soon as he’s off the ground. This was the first time you had been in a situation like this before so you're kind of nervous.
The air passing by as he flys gives you chills. When you shove your face into the fur on his neck to protect your face, you feel him pull you just a little closer.
"You okay?"
"Cold!" The word comes out muffled. Your tolerance to the cold was almost nonexistent.
"Don't worry, it shouldn't be much longer."
You pull your face away just an inch to peak up at the moth “I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?”
"Of course not. We should actually do this more often."
“Flying together?” you ask confused.
"No. Me holding you."
That has you sputtering and you shove your face back in his fur.
Was that...flirting?
It couldn't be anything else but you still try to convince yourself otherwise.
You try to think of other things but just end up thinking about Winter again. Soon you wouldn't be able to spend time with him like this so casually. You wouldn't get to see him for a whole season!
You frown and your arms tighten around his neck.
When you reach back home you feel reluctant to let go of Bruno. Partially because he's so warm.
"____? We’re back.”
The moth lowers your feet to the ground so you can stand but you still hold on.
"____?"
You finally pull away and look at him.
"It’s--Don't you think It’s gonna suck not being able to see each other everyday?” Your voice wobbles. “I don’t want to wait that long...”
Your only option during Winter was to walk but you’d be dead before you even reached Bruno’s home.
It wasn't forever but if you ever messed Abilene she was a short walk away. Maybe you just weren't used to this.
“What if you forget about me?”
“You’re exaggerating. I wouldn't forget you that easily and Winter will pass before you know it.”
"You say that but you’re frowning! What...What if I stayed with you?"
Any shame you had in your body was dwindling away the longer you stayed up apparently.
"I mean...Isn't it weird that you’ve visited me so many times and I’ve never been over to your home once?"
Bruno seems surprised by your sudden suggestion but not displeased.
"I'm not against this but are you sure you’ll be comfortable staying there all Winter? You won’t be able to come back for some time."
You haven't been away from your home for that long ever, but you can’t think of any heavy cons to being away other than not getting to see Abilene.
You sigh, Winter really was cruel.
“...I’m actually already looking forward to it. The next time the temperature increases I'd better fly over there! Or you could just carry me if that doesn't happen soon enough.”
Bruno is unconvinced though. "You don't look completely sure."
"Because I don't want to be seperated from Abby for that long either..."
You look at the moth hoping for him to solve your predicament for you. "What should I do?"
"I have no problem taking you with me, even if it might upset Abilene, so I don't feel right making this decision for you."
You groan. It was definitely a commendable answer but it still left you with a tough decision. But after some pacing you come to a conclusion.
If you're struggling this hard to just stay at home then it would be best to go….Right? And Bruno wants you there too...
You nod to yourself. "I'm going. I don't want to regret staying here. Even if I have to say goodbye to Abby for some time."
"Okay. I know it's selfish of me but I was actually hoping you would still want to come."
At least someone here wasn't conflicted.
You immediately start mentally making a list of the stuff you need to take over. The biggest hill would be your necta.
“Um Bruno…”
After you explain the situation and show him how many jars you have stored up Bruno looks a bit perplexed, but you both accept that you'll have to just start moving things now. So that night Bruno takes bags of your jars home with him.
The next time you’re able to fly, you make sure to head over to Abilene's to tell them where you plan to spend the Winter.
You expect them to be disappointed, and they are, but they mostly end up teasing you.
"What if you guys are dating by the end of Winter?" they ask with a smirk.
You shake your head at the ridiculous statement, but was it really that improbable? A hopeful part of you said no. Bruno obviously didn’t mind being close to you so maybe...
Abilene touches your arm taking you out of your thoughts. “But seriously, I’m happy for you.”
“But will you be okay by yourself?"
They put their hands on their hips. "It will definitely be more quiet but I'll be okay."
You purse your lips but nod. You wish that the distance between here and Bruno’s home wasn’t so far.
"Do you have your stuff already packed?"
"Actually I kind of need your help, if that’s okay. I need to move a good chunk of my nectar over to his home and it’s a lot."
Abilene shrugs. “Yea, sure.”
"I’ll definitely make it up to you!"
"You don't need to make it up, I want you to get to spend time with your little boyfriend."
You almost deny it but know that you’d be reacting just how they want. “Whatever, let’s just go and start moving everything!"
You, Abilene, and Bruno spend the next several days making multiple trips between you and the moth’s homes. With the help of Abilene, the work doesn’t take as long and helps make up for the days you can't fly.
However with Winter getting closer and closer you decide to leave some of your stash behind. You would just have to be extra careful with how much you drink. Bruno reassures you that he has extra nectar just in case though.
You also make sure to bring all your sewing, knitting and lace equipment, AND all your blankets and pillows!
By the time you finish your last day of moving, it's already night and you and Abilene had said goodbye way before the sun set. You were already planning on making them an extra sweater for all their help. Or maybe a hat?
When you finally get to properly take in Brunos home you already feel at home. It was embedded in a tree stump. And the surrounding area had way more trees than your own home. You could tell sunlight struggled to get through even on the hottest of days.
The thing that amazes you the most is that the inside of his home is lit with multiple lanterns.
Bruno drops the last of your blankets on his bed. "Since you’re diurnal we can just switch out sleeping here--well until it gets too cold."
“Where are you going to stay then?” You had already been reluctant to take up his bedroom but he insisted. Not sleeping in a proper place would start to affect you negatively so it was probably for the best.
"There’s space in Narancia’s room."
You nod before yawning, today was a long day and you wanted to put everything away quickly so you could get into bed.
“You're still up?”
At first you think that Bruno’s talking to you but then you see he’s looking behind you. You turn and see a very young insect walk into the room from behind the wall at the entrance.
Your eyes widen slightly. You had expected to see a squishy baby caterpillar when you first met Narancia but what you see instead is a bumblebee already growing out of grub stage. He was a long way from growing out his wings though.
He wasn’t the same as Bruno?
Still you see the messy, random tufts of yellow and black fur on his small body and can't deny how adorable he is.
“I was but ____,” he says.
The youngling then runs towards you and stops in front of you shifting from foot to foot. You smile down at the energetic little bee.
“Hello, Narancia!” His energy was almost infectious.
“Hi! Papa talks 'bout you. A lot!” His small hands raise out and above him.
You grin at the slightly embarrassed look on the moth's face. He was doing his best to hide it though.
So this whole time I wasn’t the only one.
"Narancia--"
“What type of stuff does he say?”
Bruno deadpans at your interruption.
The bee tries to explain but part of it comes off unintelligible. You nod along though to the stuff you can understand like 'nice' and 'flowers'. You think you catch something about your wings too.
“Narancia, it’s bedtime,” Bruno says after his son seems to run out of words.
“Why? I’m not sleepy."
“I know, but we need to fix your sleep schedule.”
Looks like you weren’t the only one struggling to sleep at the “proper” times either.
The bee huffs. "I wanna stay here..."
Bruno holds out a hand to him, which Narancia pouts at but grabs.
“I’m going to go put Narancia back to bed and I’ll come back to help.”
“Goodnigh’,” Narancia says to you.
“Night. We can play later, okay?”
The bee nods obviously still not wanting to leave.
Once he and Narancia leave you use this chance to properly look around his room. Other than the bed and the small table next to it, there's a small dresser (where he probably kept some of the clothes he never wore) a floor length mirror, and a shelf.
This room was also lacking in lanterns compared to the others. You take notice of one of the lanterns sitting on the shelf in between some books and get the feeling the moth put them in here for you.
Other than that, the room was quite neat and the furniture looked elegant and costly. It was definitely a bedroom that said ‘Bruno Bucciarati’.
You decide that's enough investigating and go back to organizing, and soon after Bruno returns to help.
The both of you work, talking about small unimportant things but you finally ask what has been at the back of your mind since you saw Narancia.
“Um...why is Narancia living with you?”
A bee usually lives within a community of other bees of their type their whole lives--kind of like ants or wasps--so you were curious, but almost not surprised since Bruno seemed to have a penchant for gathering deviant insects.
“...I found him alone in a dead hive and I took him in.”
Bruno seemed reluctant to go into it and honestly you didn’t think it was your place to intrude, so you accept that answer with an “Oh”.
Bruno stops stacking jars in his closet to look at you. "I should have told you he was a bee sooner, yea?"
"Hmm, not really. Does it really matter?"
"...I guess you're right,” Bruno says but he doesn’t sound too sure.
Maybe some insects told him it was weird.
“Well it’s great that you found and took in Narancia. Nature isn’t exactly patient with larvae.”
The moth nods. “That’s true. The only problem is our different sleep schedules and the feeding. Well it was until you told me about how honey can be watered down."
“So you gave the honey I gave you to Narancia?”
“Well I might have eaten some too.” He smiles a bit. “But I got more ‘straight from the source’ so it’s fine. And Narancia doesn't go through the supply as quickly anymore now that it's better quality.”
You feel pleased that you had managed to help the moth, even if it was unintentional.
By the time you, Bruno, and Narancia--who wouldn’t stay in bed--finish finding spots to put all your jars, it’s well into the night.
You lay in Bruno’s bed under numerous covers and among all your pillows. It smelt faintly of flowers, ones you would usually smell on the moth. It’s almost like you're shoving your face into his fluffy fur.
For once you’re ready to go to sleep the moment you’re in bed. You shut all the other lanterns in the room but kept yours open. At this point, sleeping with it was necessary for you.
As you feel yourself drifting off, a knock on the door pulls you back.
“Come in…” you say through a yawn.
Bruno slowly opens the door and walks in.
“Did I wake you up?”
“Not this time but you tend to show up when I am.”
“Sorry, I’m not doing it on purpose I swear.” Bruno comes over to sit on the edge of the bed.
You smile at him feeling even more relaxed under your covers.
“It’s okay, seeing you is better than sleeping, “ you say through a yawn. “Thanks again for letting me say. I’m really happy I'll get to see you everyday.”
"Me too. I know I tried to act like the Winter would go by quickly but...I was actually dreading it.”
You feel relief and almost happy that Bruno felt the same way.
"Why'd you come?" you ask.
"I...I just wanted to see you."
The both of you stare at each other in the dim light for a moment, you mostly confused. Then for some reason Bruno leans over closer to you, but you don’t move away.
"Can I kiss you?"
Maybe you're too tired to overthink but you feel surprisingly calm. You don't trust your voice though so you nod instead.
When he closes the space and his lips press against yours you’re unsure if you’re dreaming or not.
You feel his tongue brush against your bottom lip and you think he'll deepen it, but his hand caresses your cheek and he pulls back.
You stare into his faintly glowing eyes as you struggle to speak. "Was...was that a goodnight kiss?"
Bruno’s finger traces your bottom lip. “Do you want it to be?”
"I um--Maybe it can be more?"
His stare feels so intense and you struggle to keep eye contact but you don't want to look away either.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), the moth presses a soft kiss to your cheek before standing up.
“Goodnight ____."
“N-Night Bruno.”
Even though your body feels warmer, you pull the covers close. The fatigue you had was practically whooshed away. So you stare wide-eyed at the lantern--the only thing keeping you company.
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A/N: I made art for narancia! anyways im gonna make the next 3 chapters as fluffy/domestic as i possibly can (the next updates might be a little slow tho, kind of stressed with real life stuff so please bear with me)
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whathappenedtomyweekend · 4 years ago
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It’s Just A Spark Ch.15 - Two Minutes
The streets of Berk were never really empty. Something was always going on somewhere. This particular morning, a fireman was being dragged over the cobblestones by his barking dog.
"Hookfang!"
Hookfang came to an abrupt halt in front of a small cafè, panting, wagging his tail. Snotlout stumbled to a halt, following his dog's gaze -
He gasped and ducked behind one of the flower pots outside of the building, heat crawling up his face as he realised exactly whose cafè this was. A heartbeat later he realised what had just happened and he spit out a curse through gritted teeth, angry at his reaction and stepped back into the open.
"Scott, hi!"
Fishlegs waved and grinned at him, and Snotlout wished he a) wasn't there and b) couldn't feel his heart race up to his throat at the sight of his cousin's friend.
'Shit.'
"Hey, wha- what are you doing? I mean, I uh, saw you closed up the shop like a week ago, was everything okay?"
Fishlegs sharply sucked in air through his teeth and sheepishly looked to the side. "Yeah, I probably should've told you guys. Don't worry though, nothing bad happened."
"Oh … okay."
"It was actually - hang on, I'd like you to meet somebody!"
Scott smiled and nodded but the only thought running through his head was 'Please don't be a girlfriend 'cause that would be actually worse than if you had a boyfriend which would at least mean you're gay, please don't be a girlfriend, please don't be a girlfriend.'
Fishlegs reappeared, and for a second, Snotlout stopped because he didn't see anybody accompanying him - then Hookfang started to pull on his leash and the fireman's gaze fell down. There, next to Fishlegs, cowered a small brown basset breed, timidly shying back from the larger dog.
Snotlout's first thought was, 'Oh, thank God.' And then, 'That's a really cute dog.'
So he knelt down, pulling Hookfang back.
"I got her from a death row animal shelter," Fishlegs said softly and watched Snotlout's head snap up, smiling hesitantly.
"It was love at first sight, really. The rescuers said she was really anxious and didn't let anybody near her, but when I walked up to her, she started wagging her tail at me and even let me feed her. I just had to take her with me - but well, now she's really anxious when I'm not there, so I had to close up for a few days until she got a bit used to my flat."
Snotlout nodded, slowly offering the dog his hand - she shyed back. He threw Fishlegs a quick glance, who smiled at him, and then got back up.
"So why'd you open the shop back up now?" he asked and Fishlegs shrugged.
"I missed work. And until she eases up a bit I'll just take her to work with me. You know, chill out a bit. She can get used to seeing people, all in a non-threatening environment."
"Good idea. Hey, if you need help with anything, just tell me, yeah? Hooky and I are always glad to help," Snotlout mumbled, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
Fishlegs grinned. "That'd be nice, thanks."
They stood in awkward silence for a while - 'or maybe it isn't awkward and I'm just thinking it is, ugh, why did I even come by here-'
"So, uh, can I get you anything? You know, since you're here?" Fishlegs asked and Snotlout stopped, surprised. Maybe it wasn't awkward after all.
So he shrugged and said, "I mean, I could go for some afternoon waffles before work."
Astrid inhaled deeply and opened up her laptop, determination written on her face.
'Alright,' she thought, staring at her screen. 'Time to finish this. It's just you and me now, buddy.'
Her finished CV stared back.
Astrid cracked her fingers. It was almost perfect. Emphasis on almost. Which meant it wasn't perfect. Which meant-
Astrid screwed her eyes shut, forcing her train of thought to stop.
"You know you're good, you know you're good," she ground out through gritted teeth, knocking her fists against her forehead as if physically willing the mantra into her head. "A resumé alone isn't going to make them hire you. That's on you," she repeated Hiccup's words and rubbed her eyes, exhaling slowly.
Then she yanked her hands away from her face and set them down on the table, opened her emails and typed in the address of the school office.
Snotlout had followed Fishlegs back inside and was now pretending to greatly care about where he would sit, when in reality he just wanted to spend a bit more time watching Fishlegs work.
"You sure you don't wanna sit outside? It's a beautiful-"
"No, it's really hot, in here's better," Snotlout said too quickly, his voice maybe a little too loud. Fishlegs hesitated but then shrugged and pointed him towards an unoccupied table.
"Hey, isn't that Hiccup's date from a couple weeks ago?"
Snotlout hissed and pulled Fishlegs behind a flower pot. The other man let out a low yelp.
"What-"
"She's his girlfriend now," Snotlout explained and stole a quick glance at the young woman, who was typing something on her laptop. "They got together like three days ago - which he didn't tell me until yesterday, so I'm a bit bitter about that - but they had their first kiss like yesterday and - God their children are gonna be beautiful, what the fuck- he is so head over heels, it's disgusting, but I'm really happy for him, so it's okay."
Snotlout stopped, realising this was all maybe something Hiccup should have told his friend in person and when he was ready, so he quickly added, "But you didn't hear this from me."
Fishlegs turned to look at him. "Hear what?" he grinned, nudged his shoulder shortly and then made his way to Astrid's table.
For a few moments all Snotlout could do was look after him, having stopped functioning.
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"Good afternoon, what can I get for you?"
Astrid looked up at the sound of a familiar man's voice and smiled when she recognised him.
"Hi! A latte would be brilliant - and you know what, while I'm here, some of your chocolate ice cream because it's to kill for."
Fishlegs laughed. "Good choice. And thank you, I'm glad you like it."
Astrid shrugged and grinned. "We should both thank Hiccup for that one, he introduced me to your cafè. We haven't had the chance to come by again though, and he'd mentioned you were out of town for a few days."
"So you guys are still going out?" Fishlegs - Christopher - asked and Astrid couldn't help but remember the first time her and Hiccup had come to The Cone Cove
"Let's see if I can manage to properly eat ice cream this time," Astrid commented lightly and pushed the door open.
It was a small, light-flooded place with plants over plants hanging from the ceiling and placed around the corners.
"Hiccup!" a voice called out and Astrid noticed a large kind-faced man emerge from behind the counter. Quickly she let go of Hiccup's hand, only now registering that they had still been holding hands.
She watched Hiccup grin and be engulfed in a large hug by the blond man who seemed to be about their age, maybe a bit older.
"It's so good to see you! You never stop by these days."
Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've been a bit busy these days."
He tried stealing a quick glance at Astrid without either of them noticing - neither of which failed to see.
His friend's face lit up in a smiliar manner to Tuff's, Astrid realised and remembered Hiccup had been as hopeless as her.
She extended her hand to him. "Nice to meet you. I'm Astrid, Hiccup's …" She stopped, suddenly uncertain. What exactly were they? Was she his date? Did that imply that he was also dating other people? They were exclusive, weren't they? They were romantically involved, even though that sounded a lot like something that happened only shortly in a passionate affair. Girlfriend also did not apply.
"Date," she finished, shooting Hiccup a look who only shrugged helplessly and looked as though the only thing he wanted right now was for the ground to swallow him immediately.
The other man didn't seem to notice her pause and embarassment and shook her hand. "Likewise. I'm Christopher - or Chris, however you want."
He clapped his hands. "So. I'd recommend you this beautiful little table over here, the oleander is blooming just nicely this year."
Hiccup smiled and followed his guide. "Thanks, Fish."
"Hang on, I'll get you the specials card, too."
Christopher disappeared, a cheery smile on his face. Astrid took a seat and smoothed her hands over her skirt.
"Fish?"
Hiccup chuckled. "Fishlegs, actually. Another weird nickname. We met while fishing when we were young. Both of us got forced by our parents to go fishing with them, and, well, let's just say we spent the day more with hunting trolls and learning about the forest than fishing. But it stuck with us."
She hummed, resting her chin on her hand. "Are you close?"
"We're still really good friends, but not as close as we used to be. Work's sort of getting in the way. But we still meet up sometimes."
His voice sounded rough, almost, a bit hoarse she noticed then. He sounded exhausted.
"Ruff and me are the same, honestly. I don't know just when we got so busy. And I don't want any friendship to feel like a chore."
"Right. That's understandable."
He locked his eyes on her again over the menu. Astrid pretended not to notice.
"Is the coffee as good as his ice cream?" she asked, quickly scanning her options.
"I don't know, I don't drink coffee."
Astrid gasped, mockingly in shock. "How do you survive?"
"On water and tea, usually."
Hiccup had leaned forward, leaning on his forearms, grinning his lopsided grin at her and suddenly she wasn't so keen on focusing her attention on the menu in her hands anymore.
In the end she decided to just get a chocolate sundae and set the menu down, letting her eyes wander over his face again
"Yeah, we, uh, we're actually a couple now," she heard herself say.
"Congratulations," Christopher smiled. "I'm not surprised though, from the way he looked at you. Anyways, I'll be right back with your order, it was nice to see you again!"
"Likewise," Astrid replied smiling and then returned her attention to the email she was writing - well, at least she was looking at it. The rest of her was still caught up in another sun-flooded memory.
"Look what the cat dragged in!" Hiccup grinned at the sight of Snotlout entering the fire department in his usual state - fifteen minutes late, a to-go coffee cup in his hand.
His cousin sat down, setting the cup on the table.
"Okay, so, first of all, before you judge me, Mr 'I got an entire day off so I could get laid'-"
he ducked away from the rubber that came flying at him and continued completely unfazed, "guess who's back in town and has a dog."
Hiccup gasped. "You're kidding! He got a dog?"
"Yes," Snotlout confirmed, grimly staring at him over the rim of his coffee. "Which makes me, like, seventyone percent more attracted to him, which I hate."
Hiccup looked at him and could already tell Snotlout was going to despise his next question.
"Why don't you just tell him?"
Snotlout gawked at him. "And ruin my carefully crafted reputation in this city? Are you insane?"
"Have you ever considered that maybe he … feels the same way?"
"Wait- did he say something to you?"
"No. I'm just saying you could be missing your chance and it might be too late in a couple-"
"Okay, okay, calm down Romeo, just 'cause you got a girlfriend now doesn't mean you can start giving me actually helpful dating advice, okay?"
Snotlout interrupted him but grinned and nudged his cousin's shoulder, leaning back while taking another sip of his coffee.
"Appreciating it, though."
Hiccup snorted and leaned back.
"Hey, just 'cause I got a girlfriend doesn't actually mean I know how I did that."
Hiccup sighed, rubbed his burning eyes and threw his arms over his head, stretching until he heard his back crack.
'That sounds very unhealthy,' he thought, slowly rotating his neck and letting it hang backwards until some of the tension subsided. His gaze fell on Snotlout next to him, who had curled up on the couch and was snoring loudly. Hiccup grinned and carefully got up, trying not to disturb his sleeping cousin and tiptoed to the door of the common room, up the steps to the headquarters.
He started when his phone in his pocket rang, checked the screen and grinned at Astrid's face on the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hi," Astrid's voice greeted him and he felt a wave of warmth wash over him at the sound of it.
"Hey," he answered softly and sat down on his chair.
"What're you up to?"
"Work, as usual," he leaned back. "I'm on call response."
She let out a small chuckle. "So you had to pick up?"
"Of course, I'm just doing my job here, it's not like Snotlout's been asleep for the past hour and nothing is happening and I'm bored out of my mind and have been wanting to talk to you the whole day."
Astrid hummed, grinning audibly. "Of course."
She paused for a second and then asked, "So would it be okay if I came over for a bit? It's - basically too late for me to be asking this, I already got the tea and am literally two minutes away."
Hiccup sat there, stunned for a second, the only thought occupying his mind right now, 'God, I love you.' but he bit his tongue, and instead said, "That'd be great! Text me when you're at the gates, I'll come down. Don't wanna wake Snotlout."
Astrid nodded, biting down a grin. "Okay, see you in two minutes," she whispered.
Hiccup closed his eyes, his heart fluttering.
Two minutes.
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rvmmm21 · 5 years ago
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summary : sheltered omega wendy doesn’t heed the warnings she gets about wandering into secluded parts of the woods. so naturally, when alpha joy - who’s sitting out her rut in the exact same location - sniffs her out, she doesn’t stand a chance.
requested : yep, by rvmmm21 to rvmmm21.
[alpha(g!p)joy x omega!wendy]
tw : dubcon, overstimulation.
(my first proper a/b/o! good practice, i guess but idk why i decided to go down such a weirdly hard route when i could’ve just made them soft but uh. also it feels weird to write g!p as top? if you know what i mean? i like writing my g!p characters as bottoms or submissive... but oh well.)
...
Seungwan has walked right into the wolves’ den.
Stumbled, more like… but she doesn’t know it yet.
She should really enjoy these final moments of freedom she has while she still can. While she still has a clear head. Although how clear the head of an oblivious young omega – who has willingly – willingly – ­left the safety of her village to gather various kinds of herbs only found in the densest, most secluded area in the woodlands – must be, is questionable. Dangerously questionable. It’s not like she hasn’t grown up huddled round by the fire with her big sister, listening to their grandmother tell them stories about vicious monsters that lurked around in the shadows, just waiting to devour young children. Hell, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been warned prior to her departure that this wasn’t something she could just treat like a hop and a skip in the park. Oh no, no. There were real threats out there. Blood-sucking demons, perhaps not, but there were threats much realer than that. Threats who wouldn’t hesitate to make an absolute meal out of delicate little things like her.
Old wives’ tales are everywhere, Seungwan thinks now she’s older, just so kids won’t go out and play past dinner time. Monsters? Hah, as if there could ever be such things. She bids her family goodbye and sets off until she’s past their point of vision, nothing but stubbornness and idealism shielding her from any sort of danger. It’s still the afternoon, so she has plenty of time.
Plus, it isn’t like this route is ‘new’. Back when she was a child, her and the neighbourhood kids would often explore the ‘Forbidden Forest’, as they called it, on dares or out of morbid curiosity. Seungwan had her fair share of ‘I dare you’s’, and - once she had gotten over the initial excitement of going against everything her parents had ever told her - had found the woods to be rather serene. Somewhat of an escape, if you please.
So she knew her way there like the back of her hand. Every twist, every turn, every slope and every dip; memorised as well as the tune she hums to herself as she begins the tedious task of gathering. The shade of the trees is marvellous, and it puts Seungwan in an extra good mood. So surely when she’s exhausted from filling her basket with herbs and cooking flowers – surely when she feels the ache in her back from bending over so much – it isn’t totally unreasonable for her to lay back on the trunk of a tree and… rest her eyes? Just for a while?
It can’t hurt, can it?
Yes. As crimson pupils and a predatory snarl will soon tell her, it very much can.
Unbeknownst to the naïve, unconscious omega, her fate was sealed the minute she set foot into the woods she thought she knew so well. This was never hers. It’s hers. The greenery, the trees, and every shadow they casted belonged to her.  This is her territory; alpha territory. And this is where the cruellest one of them all intends to wait her rut out. It is nothing but a mild inconvenience to her, a sorry stroke of luck, that Park Sooyoung is no longer part of a pack. Then again, killing another in-pack alpha for no good reason will do that to you. She had left the group without a shred of remorse for their fallen member; it was survival of the fittest, anyway. And in Sooyoung’s case, a hard-hitting reminder that wherever she may go, raging jealousy will always follow. So here she is, secluded and alone, not having anything to take her frustrations out on.
Until now.
It’s her scent that sets the alpha off, all bright and innocent, and it has her suppressing a hungry growl as she pokes through the air with a heightened sense of smell. Finally, through a clearing, she finds her prize, propped up against the oak, eyes closed and dreaming. Dreaming sweet things, of course. There’s no way anything so fragile-looking, so peaceful – so delicious – could dream of anything other than rainbows and sunshine. What on earth is a human doing taking a –
Hang on, Sooyoung sniffs the air again… no. No way. A human omega? Oh. She drinks the sight of her; tiny hands, tiny feet, tiny everything. She’s so incredibly petite, Sooyoung wonders how she doesn’t have an alpha of her own yet. Either that, or she just can’t smell past the density of her own arousal to locate the lingering scent of any potential alpha. If she was really unbound, Sooyoung would love to change that, of course. But she’s not sure she has the space in her head right now for flirting and small talk. There’s a demand in her trousers that’s far too pulsing to ignore. A demand that soon has her creeping up to the blissfully oblivious girl.
Cinnamon eyes blink sleepily open at the particularly loud sound of a crushed leaf.
She sees Sooyoung. Then she sees the ravenous glint in her pupils.
Then it’s a struggle. Everything’s a struggle. From trying to kick free of the vice-like grip dragging her face down and backwards, to the panicked efforts of lungs expanding under the weight atop her, everything’s a bloody struggle. A good fight she’s putting up, too, Sooyoung has to admit. If only she weren’t so much taller and so much stronger, Seungwan might not be washing all her determination down the drain. It’s just too easy to flip her over and pin her down, and Sooyoung gladly lets the little omega writhe and wriggle until she’s too tired, too defeated to do anything other than meet her gaze with innocent, frightened eyes and ragged breaths. Park Sooyoung is alpha, undisputed.
God does she even know what she looks like right now?! Sooyoung’s mind goes berserk at the image of the omega trapped under her. Cheeks tinted a deep rose, caramel locks all tousled like she’s just woken up – which, I mean… – and the overwhelming smell of… just her. So soft, so warm, so vulnerable.
Sooyoung barely manages to snarl down at her with how much that lust cloud has expanded in her brain. “What are you doing here, omega?”
She sounds angry, but Seungwan can tell it’s much more than that. The hardness she feels pressed against her core is a pretty big giveaway, for starters.
“I was j-just resting… p-please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers, shivering under the alpha’s scrutiny but too terrified to look away. “Plea – please let me go!”
Though even Seungwan knows that was just a breath worth saving.
The response to her tearful pleas is a deep, throaty laugh and powerfully concentrated alpha pheromones that force their way up her nose, suffocating her. It’s overbearing, and it’s more than enough to trigger her instincts. Seungwan bares her neck, head lolling back onto the soil below them. Feeling those sharp incisors nudging the delicate skin of her throat has the helpless omega whining in submission, unconsciously tilting her chin further back so Sooyoung can clamp down on her throbbing pulse point.
After dutifully marking her, the alpha can take it no longer. She only needs one hand to hold Seungwan down while she unzips her trousers to free herself, hard and aching with the need to mate. It’s too much work to even think about stripping her, and Sooyoung simply pushes her skirt to her waist and yanks her panties to the side. Seungwan lets out a tiny gasp; the late evening mist is crisp and frigid against her thighs and it makes her feel slightly feverish.
Although she has no time to worry about a stupid draft when there’s a scorching heat now overtaking her. She doesn’t even realise how wet she is until she feels two fingers slide far too easily inside her, curling upwards and stimulating the spot that makes her cry out. A sinful grin tugs at the corners of Sooyoung’s mouth when she feels Seungwan try to push herself further onto her fingers, hips on autopilot, grinding down like she has no control over her own actions. Seems like little omega is a lot more worked up than she’d thought. She throbs with desire as she watches the smaller girl fuck herself on her fingers with her eyes rolled back in her head, but it’s so mesmerising that she almost forgets her own needs. She remembers just in time, though; just in time to tear Seungwan’s orgasm from her, laughing as she grabs her hips to hold her steady.
A small whine fills Sooyoung’s ears and she looks down. “Aw, what’s wrong? What do you need?”
It’s too adorable when she feels those trembling fingers paw weakly at her chest in a silent plea for more. Still, she leans forward, letting the girl grab onto the fabric of her shirt. “Voice up, little one,” she purrs seductively, “I have no idea what you want, and I’d never take advantage of a poor, defenceless omega.”
Seungwan tries to resist, but it’s hopeless. Her body needs it.
“Alpha,” she whispers, sending electricity up Sooyoung’s spine at the sound of her title, “plea – ah!”
Seungwan sucks in a breath, eyes screwing shut as the fingers suddenly enter again, teasing her where she aches to be filled completely.
“Alpha, please what, hm?” Sooyoung asks, a little sinister, a little playful. “Please stop? Is that it? I can do that.”
She removes her digits from her dripping heat, acting as though they were really done here.
“N-no! … please don’t leave!” Seungwan can’t help sounding as desperate as she looks, whiny and ridiculously needy, “… please… please fuck me…”
Oh, anything for you, baby.
In one fluid motion, Sooyoung sheathes her length right the way to the hilt. Tears well up in Seungwan’s eyes and cloud her vision with sheer pleasure when she finally gets what she needs. Sooyoung won’t lie either, she’s glad she did it when she did… who knows how much longer she could’ve looked at that pretty face just begging for her cock. Their combined fluid allows the alpha to build a steady, albeit punishing, rhythm, and Seungwan sobs at the arousal burning through, inner thighs coated with slick that continues to drip out of her.
“So tight, little one,” the alpha growls, nipping at a collarbone when she feels the omega’s walls clenching down on her every time she moves to pull out, greedily sucking her back in. Seungwan lets out a restricted sigh at the feeling; the girth stretching her open, the way the ridge of her head rubs mercilessly against her inner walls. It takes a few jerks for her to realise she isn’t being held down anymore. Well, not by Sooyoung, anyway. Her own burning desire still has her very much pinned in place.
For a good moment, Seungwan can only hear the wet noise whenever Sooyoung’s hips meet her butt as she decorates the silence with her own little moans and gasps. Not even the sounds of the surrounding nature registers in her foggy mind.
Sooyoung reaches down in between the omega’s legs, prodding around in search for her clit. She finds it with ease, and a keening whine erupts from Seungwan’s throat as the pad of her thumb rolls against the swollen thing with the perfect pressure. This alpha is immaculate at multi-tasking, she thinks, involuntarily bucking her hips up towards her, begging for more stimulation, begging her to never stop.
Sounding pathetic again is the absolute last thing she wants to do, but – “please, please alpha… I can’t take it, please let me cum…”
“Soo – young,” the alpha corrects her between thrusts, voice noticeably huskier as she gets closer herself.
Okay, okay, anything.
“… ple – ea – se… Soo – young,” she’s panting out now, unable to make a sound louder than a hoarse whisper, “… I’m – gonna…”
Sooyoung feels her tense up, and takes it as a cue to thrust deeper, if that was even possible. With a final gasp, Seungwan’s cumming. Hard. She’s sobs freely, shuddering and twitching at the sparks of heat ripping through her, entire body trembling. It’s immensely pleasurable… for a while.
And that’s when it all becomes too much.
“Ah! Sooyoung, Sooyoung… no, please… I – I came, it hurts,” she whimpers. She carelessly grasps at whatever is around her, trying to shift off the cock still pounding into her, and away from the pressure on her sensitive clit – but Sooyoung won’t let her.
“Don’t you dare…” she warns.
Her nails dig into her thighs, leaving pink crescent marks in the soft flesh, probably hard enough to bruise. She holds the squirming omega in place as she chases her own release, knowing she’s too drained and too spent to put up a fight. The teary omega can do little but lay there and take the overstimulation that’s driving her mad, shattering any other physical sensation she thought she had. She’s limp, but that goddamned tightness is slowly rising again, overwhelming and awful. Oh my god no, she can’t cum again, she can’t, it’s impossible. But apparently, so were the existence of vicious monsters lurking in the shadows of the woods, waiting for their chance to pounce on unsuspecting little things like her – so, she knows there are some lessons to be garnered from what she assumed was impossible and what was really not.
The thought of a second orgasm is terribly daunting, but Sooyoung’s cock and her thumb that never left her clit were pushing her closer and closer, giving her all the stimulation she needs and the heat is rising and she doesn’t think she can stop herself and she’s – she’s – oh god, she’s –
Seungwan’s vision goes stark white as she’s tipped over the edge again, falling apart with a raspy wail.
That does it for Sooyoung. The moaning, the shivering, the way velvet walls tighten around her shaft when she makes her cum a second time has her groaning as she gives a few final thrusts.
“Oh baby, yeah, I’m cumming,” she grunts, curling over Seungwan to lock her in her arms as she pumps into her, fucking her into the ground, the omega’s quivering heat milking every last drop from her.
They stay like that, both too tired to move. When Sooyoung eventually props herself up and pulls out, she’s rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction and the wonderful sight of the little omega who’s blinking wearily up at her, letting out a tiny yawn. Sooyoung wants to slap herself for mating one this adorable. Not for anything other than the fact that she can already see herself weak at the knees for this girl, and she can see herself tending to her every need, when she’s supposed to be the one in charge.
Still, now that she’s found her, she’s not letting go.
Seungwan’s fast asleep by the time Sooyoung gathers her up in her arms, mindful of the scrapes and cuts her poor little omega sustained from their first encounter. She’s so glad she got to her before anyone else did. She’s so tiny and warm and all hers.
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i’m so sorry, i really don’t know what the heck ‘cooking flowers’ are i clearly just made that up it sounds so dumb lol.
also it’s hard to write smut when the words you hate typing are literally all the words you need to describe the scene??
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Duties: Chapter 6: The Whole Story
Alpha! Medieval! Thor x Omega! Medieval! Reader
Summary: You are on the run, thinking back to where it went wrong, and why you must be running for your life. Tony learns what you mean to Thor, and how crucial it is to actually find you safe.
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, angst, memories (in italics), mentions of rape of underaged (very brief, nothing graphic)
Word Count: 2070
A/N: We finally learn the truth! What do you guys think? Oh, maybe go back to chapter 2, just to remind yourselves of what happened there, and who Thor met. (*hint hint*) Let me know your thoughts, please! Love you all!! xx
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You woke up with a start. Where were you? And how the hell did you get there? You thought as you slowly in all your surroundings. You only then realised that you made a bed of leaves last night and that that’s exactly where you woke up that morning. Cold and sore, but determined to continue on your way. You didn’t want to be the reason why Thor would be beheaded, and that reason alone was enough for you to swiftly get up, pick up the sack you had with you with the remaining of your food, and set on foot once again.
It’s been three long days since you ran away like a coward. No, you thought. You had your reasons, and you knew that.
But still, you ran away without saying goodbye to your friends and to Thor. Just the thought of him and his beautiful smile with his warm eyes looking deep inside your soul made your skin tingle. The Omega in you whined and demanded to be taken back to where she belonged, but no could do.
You had your old compass in one hand, trying to head as much west as you could, staying off of lands which you knew were part of some kingdoms, and tried to stay on the borders as much as possible, until you’ve entered the land of nobody.
It was a long stretch of land which has been fought over for centuries, but there has never been a winning party, letting the land to be unattended, which then made it perfect for you. You knew you had to reason to trespass to different kingdoms, and you also knew that if you were to be your true self, nobody would believe you. And if you weren’t… being an unclaimed Omega was difficult enough. You could only imagine some people treating you like a whore, and you tried to keep that as far as possible.
It was around midday that you willed yourself to stop, to at least rest for a bit, have a chug of water from the stream and maybe eat some berries to keep your energy at least at this level. It wasn’t a high level, but you still could walk, and you remained cautious, so you thought it was enough energy to keep you alive for at least another day.
You knew there weren’t any indications of the royal searching parties, either Tony’s or the others searching for you, but there was still this feeling of restlessness inside you that you just couldn’t shake off, no matter what.
You sat down next to the stream, letting the running water calm your nerves. When you were little, you used to imagine kingdoms inside all the elements, and your father supported this imagination of yours by drawing these tiny kingdoms on huge canvases.
Smiling at the memory, you let your brain wander wherever it wanted, for the first time in a while. Not that you didn’t cherish these memories, but they were simply too painful, too far away for you to fixate yourself on them. Because what was now a dream, was now more of a nightmare at that.
You could see yourself walking down the halls in Bennegard, smiling at the guard walking next to you, making silly faces just to hear that little giggles of yours. His name was Sam, you remembered that much. He used to be your personal guard, making sure you got to all the meals and the official gatherings safely, and, most of the time, happy as well.
Your father walked inside his office, shutting the door behind him as he turned towards you. You were 8, or 9 at that time, you remembered that.
“How is my pumpkin today?” You father asked cheerfully, setting down his crown to crunch to your level.
You ran and hugged him around his neck, and when he got up, you were hanging on him like an annoying little branch. You quickly wrapped your legs around his stomach, keeping yourself in place before you gave him a huge kiss on his cheek, ending it with a loud smack.
He laughed carelessly, hugging you tight to his body, before he collapsed back on the floor, only to start tickling you with fervour. You laughed till you cried and begged him for mercy. With a laugh of his own, he happily granted it to you.
“Oh, pumpkin. I’d much rather be here with you, and your lovely mother if she ever comes back from that garden of hers, than to go and deal with those fools. Zeinard is such an ambitious man, I feel like he could have been a better king, in another life. Good thing he is my counsellor, huh? At least I can be here, and he can take care of all the unnecessary papers,” your father winked at you, before he engaged you in a conversation about your afternoon activities, wanting to go horse riding.
You smiled gently at that memory, loving how your father detested all that formal nonsense but was still such a kind man, who only wanted good for his country and his family. In his times, Bennegard was a little colder, sure, nobody could do anything with the weather, but the country flourishes anyway. And because of the jewels found deep in the caves, the country also flourished economically.
Another memory flooded your mind, another happy one, you sighed happily. It was the time when you and your mother sneaked to the kitchen to bake something good for your father’s birthday. He loved when the cooks prepared him something, sure. But when he knew that it was actually his loving Omega and his only child? It made his heart sing in joy.
You smiled because you knew that that’s why you had at least some knowledge of the ordinary stuff, helping you survive after all that happened.
Your mind made a leap, and you knew what kind of memory you would face now. Not the happy ones anymore.
It all happened on your 14th birthday, and it was all too sudden. At least to you, it was. When you went back to that place in your mind, you later realised that the months preceding the events, your father was slightly tenser and he would spend a little more time behind closed doors. To no avail, apparently.
You were in the gardens with your mother, picking the right apples to bake your favourite apple pie, when you heard rustling from somewhere behind you. You looked up to your mother, who had a stoic expression on her face, but she still managed to give you a tight smile.
“Sweetheart, what I’m going to tell you now is extremely important. You need to hide. You need to hide somewhere, where nobody will find you. Dark times are coming, and I promise that if I make it out alive, I’ll find you. But now, you must go, my sweet little child,” you mother whispered hurriedly, and from the intensity, you saw in her eyes, you didn’t find it in you to fight her or ask her anything.
You just curtly nodded and set to run. You could hear voices from behind you, but you didn’t have the stomach to turn around and look at what was happening. It was only when you heard your father’s shouting and your mother’s ear-piercing scream that you willed your legs to a halting stop.
Still, you didn’t turn around. Even if you did, you were far enough not to be able to see what happened. But from the shouts and chants, you knew one thing. You no longer had parents, and you were suddenly all alone in the world. No longer princess, just an orphan wandering around the world.
You hid in the tree crown, high in the sky enough to give you shelter, but low enough for you to hear if anything happened underneath you. You knew you were a lucky girl because you still haven’t presented, meaning your natural scent would be easily covered by some mud.
In an hour, what used to be a royal guard once, and were now treacherous snakes came to the forest, obviously looking for something. Or someone.
“She couldn’t have gone far, boys! The little frog must b somewhere here, and you know what we need to do with her. I think her head will be enough for the new king to prove that she is indeed dead, but nobody said anything about having some fun first. So, whoever finds her first can go first on her,” one of the guards laughed heartily, and the rest followed.
Your stomach clenched at the thought, and you had a lot of work to do to not vomit at the image it evoked in your brain.
You shuddered involuntarily at the memory, thanking whoever was listening that they let you stay pure and unviolated by those cruel men. Those men who once swore to protect you and your family were now the men you feared the most. How ridiculous once life can get.
You quickly gathered your things and began to walk once again. It was enough of your trip to the memory lane, you thought, as you cleared your mind and sharpened your instincts again, to see if there was any pending danger around you. You knew it would take another few days to get to the land of nobody, and then another few days to complete safety, to some lonely island where you would be all by yourself, forever.
That was the plan, even if your own heart protested because there was suddenly this one person whose face you had in front of you the whole time. And it was killing you to be so far away from him.
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Tony told Thor the whole story about the princess whose parents were killed and who, after several weeks spent in the wilderness came knocking on his door. He remembered her as the daughter of king Norris, the sweet little child he had met many times before. So seeing her then, all covered in mud and blood, hungry and thirsty almost broke his heart.
And even when he learnt about your parents’ death, he couldn’t do a thing about it. He didn’t have a concrete proof that Norris and his Omega were dead, and even though their little daughter heard some screams, that wasn’t enough. Besides, this little child was now the central issue of Bennegard.
Zeinard made a claim that the king, who never truly wanted to be a king, signed a treaty that he wished to give all his titles and powers to Zeinard and go live happily with his family on a cottage on the very border of the kingdom. And most of the people believed him.
“Even Odin himself,” Tony added, “thought it was not surprising at all, and that he accepts Zeinard as the rightful king of Bennegard.”
Thor sighed and put his head in his hands, trying so hard not to freak out. He thought there was something almost royally about you, the air around you was just… better. But that could have been because you were his Omega, no air screamed princess at Thor, even if he stood next to one.
But still, he liked to think he knew it somewhere deep, deep down that you were of royal descent. He didn’t even realise that he was shaking until Tony put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a quizzical look.
“And may I ask you, dear friend, why do you care so much for my sweet Y/N?”
Thor sighed again and looked Tony deep in the eyes.
“Because she is the Omega I was telling you about. Y/N is my true mate, and you now told me that she was not just a princess, but a runaway one at that!”
Tony’s eyes went wide, trying to comprehend the whole situation, and when he finally did, he collapsed on the sofa next to Thor.
“Well, old friend, I suppose we should start looking for somebody who’s like a daughter to me, and who, with all the help from the upstairs, could once be your wife. And not only do we have to find her, but we also have to protect her and give her what should be rightfully hers. The whole kingdom of Bennegard. So, are you ready?”
/ Next Chapter >
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