#gave red the body of an animal crossing character and I didn’t realize till after 😭

[ne-cocoa]

The chibi-est chibis ever （๑✧∀✧๑）

[mioumukuro]

What if?

Alright here we have a cross over between two animes:

Katekyo hitman reborn and Inazuma eleven (go)!

It's just a short scenario or scenes each of them has a plot, free to request!

But I'll include only OCS

Females only, unless it's a girl character X oc boy or a male reader

If you wanna an X reader text me in private message and I'll write one for you (sure if I'm not tired up with something)

The first thing popes in my head is this plot:

When he turns to a baby

You were with him doing (your favourite hobby). But he bothered you

So You accidentally you wished that he was a child letting you in peace,you didn't mean it literally but for your bad luck a stalking witch up in a cloud☁️ heard you.and make your wish true!

So how will you react at this ?and will he be like you wished or over control?

We'll see some reaction of some ocs I know

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Let's start with Inazuma eleven go :

Character: matsukaze tenma

Oc:oki hina

Scenario:

he started crying when he saw a tall woman with long orange hair grabbed in a ponytail

You turned to him to see if something is wrong or to be more clear from where this noise come from?

It's impossible to have a baby (yet) you get married just few weeks ago

You wondered if it's a son/daughter's nightbors

(I forgot to mention that these scenarios are played in an island ^^')

So you looked around but what get your attention is the touch of a tiny grab

Tenma was grabbing barely a piece of your blue sky dress

You smiled at him and bent down ,

Holding his little body and pull toward you ,

Wiping away his shower tears, he looked at you confused,

You were also wondering how he turned to a baby in a snap of seconds?

He can't know neither you do

"are you hungry?" You asked

he can't answer

But you know in another way

He can't talk but he acts do

He was licking his index finger

His saliva rolling down his tiny hand

You put him on a sofa and go to bring him food

When you came back

He was still there sitting like an angel

He wasn't noisy or troublesome

You pull the spoon to his mouth full of fruity yogort

He didn't hesitate and open his mouth

You feed him till he pulled the spoon away

Like any baby his face was a mess

You took a napkin and clean his face carefully

He giggled

Now his belly is full

He pointed at a soccer ball

You look toward where he pointed

You get it

He want to play football!

You took him to the garden of your house and start playing

You couldn't imagine passing your day with a cute child like him

And still you miss his elder version,

Your caring,sweet,protective , cheerful man

Till the sunset

You forgot about time

When you realized it

You took his hand to enter your house

At your surprise you felt a large soft hand holding yours

You turned to see him in his usual form

You happily hugged him

Can't help but to drop some tears from happiness

Glad that your precious husband is back!

Character: tsurugi kyousuke

Oc:hyuga nanami

Scenario:

You were busy doing your hobby till you noticed some strange doodles on the wall

You thought it was your imagination but you believed it once you saw it whole the hall way

Who in the earth would do this?

Besides where is your lazy husband?

As his usual ,when something like this happen he would yell

But silence was the only thing claiming the house

You walked up the stairs to check up

Holding a knife in your hand

Who knows maybe a thief is somewhere in your house.

You can expect anything!

Once you unlocked the door of your shared bedroom

You saw what you didn't expected it to happen

Ever!

Your lazy husband turned to a baby boy

Messing up the room

Either the walls and floors didn't escaped from his sketches

You were about to yell at him but you couldn't resist at his cuteness

You bent to see what he is doing

He drew you and him with a red heart besides of it

"aww you're so cute" you said while you hugged him

It's true that he is not that cold like you used to

But still it's embarrassing for him

He tried his best to escape from your lovely hugs

But you won't let this chance go away

You played with him hide and seek

He succeeded in finding you every time

Not because you are bad or anything

You were hidden well

But he did notice your moves and read your personality before

So he knows you

Really

Really

really Well!

You pouted as he found you

You give up

He set next to you yawning

You know that he tired

Then you goes to sleep as well

You passed whole the day playing with him

It was a nice day

To see another side from him

After all this time

In your sleep

He returned to his form

Holding your waist

Pulling you close to him

Wishing sweet dreams for you

Character: Saryuu evan

Oc: Matsukaze hikari

Scenario:

As you always know your husband were climbing some banana trees to make banana's cake

Again

You heard a noise outside

You rushed toward the location to find

A baby boy with banana in both hands of his

You giggled at the fact

You found him cute

Extremely cute!

You didn't hesitate to take him to home

You gave him a lot of plushies

Every plushie you have you put it around him

He frightened and start crying

You struggles

How he could cry in this situation?

The cause of his crying was silly

He didn't find his banana's gun

"ohh that's so,I should know it" you sigh and gave him the thing

Once he saw it he clapped his hands and start making noises

As if he was shooting fire at the plushies

You sweat drop

Even his child version still he likes to control and scares other

You can't help it but to play as well

The interesting thing is that he didn't shoot at you

He was protecting you

Like a charming prince

You put your hands on your red cheeks

He grabbed your hand and drag you to outside

Still a kid but he jumped out of the window like a Tarzan

How fool XD

You jumped after him to catch him

Since you found him earlier lying in the ground

But he surprised you again by saving you from falling

Yup

He turned to his original form

You hugged him tightly not letting him go

Either not letting him breath

But not for long

As you noticed it

Now to khr's characters:

Character: Yamamoto Takeshi

Oc: Reka (xanxus's sister)

Sorry idk his first name so I can't mention

You were waiting your husband Takeshi to came back from his morning training

Of course Mukuro was coach of this trainings

Every morning he would wake the males and force them to practice some sports

So they can get strong

Anyway

You were enjoying the fact he is absent you can eat anything

What your heart desires

On your way you found his baseball bat

You hold it and swing it here and there

Imagining yourself playing baseball

And Takeshi cheering you !

How sweet~

But you were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door

Hmm

Who would visit you in this time of the day?

You don't have much of guests

Since you scare nearly everyone

Except some bodies

You curiously open the door

About to say some shitty words

Till your green eyes catched a little figure Infront of you

You recognised who he was

So you wondered how that happened?

But you get it

It was your wish

It doesn't bothered you

Cause you won't be embarrassed anymore

You feed him,play with him, having a nice long day

He even helped you on cleaning dishes

Still a small idiot baseball's lover

But he was strong enough to help you

You were glad

You couldn't stop watching him walk,crowl, jumping

He was just cute and adorable

AS you wouldn't imagine it

But you get a little mad at him as he broke your things

Cut your machines

But you forgive him

He is just a child

"how can I get mad at you,who is the cutest baby?yes it's you" you poked his cheeks

Playing with his cheeks as if it's made of slim (idk how to write it correctly so don't judge me)

When you put your hand on his cheeks admiring his cute big eyes

He turned back to his normal form

Along you gasp and fall down embarrassed

Character:Hibari kyoya

Oc:Atsuki sawada

Scenario:

You enjoy decoration a lot

Even Hibari was one of your experiments

He would leave every morning to escape from you ribbons and sparkles

Gladly no one saw him or he won't be scary like he is known

Today you didn't hear him saying his usual phrase "I'll bite you to death"

It's strange .

But you heard a collide of metals

You thought it would be Mukuro

Because you know that every time they meet no way that wouldn't fight

Their desire and favourite thing they would do

You called him several times

But no response

He used to sigh and came

You saw his hibird flying around

"Hibari Hibari...is a baby"

"what?" Was all what you said

You rushed to check up on him

He was sitting next to the mini table

But in a child's size!

You put your hand on your mouth

Not believing

He is not just adorable

But this your chance to decorate his black hair without worrying if would escape

Even if he thinks to do ,he can't

Cause his tiny body can't go longer than reaching the window

He was pissed off

As he saw the red ribbons and some make up on his face

Disappointed

Is the best word that would express what he is feeling right now

He didn't cried but he bited you

Even he has small teeth

Still it hurts

You slapped him accidentally

Then he sniffed and start crying

You gasped and gave him some candies you have but still he didn't stop crying so you kissed his cheek at this time he turned back holding you tightly.

[malsmanor]

The Earthquake [Phantom Manor one-shot]

Little one-shot about what is easily my favorite (yes, I am veeery morbid :3) part of Phantom Manor’s story. The immediate aftermath of the Earthquake that struck Thunder Mesa in 1860, featuring my own take on the characters. Enjoy, be aware that this is a translation from my native language and beware of the following trigger warnings:

- Death (I mean, why else be in this fandom to begin with :V) - blood - moderately descriptive gore - natural disaster.

Enjoy :P

Mélanie knew her worst fears had come true the very instant she was greeted at the door by Anna's chalk white face. The maid's gloved hand tugged at her young mistress’ dress in a feeble attempt at stopping her but Mélanie stormed into the corridor, leaving the trembling servant at the entrance.

Jake followed, his eyes darting around in the shadowy hall now cluttered with smashed pottery, broken portrait frames on the floor and toppled over furniture. The earthquake had been so devastating it was as if the entire house was now leaning on its side like a dying animal. The walls were skewed, the floorboards bent and wind busted through the shattered window panes, filling the once sumptuous manor with the smell of rain and thunder. Black clouds swirled above the red rocky spires of Thunder Mountain and Thunder Mesa was shrouded in a silence so absolute it almost felt supernatural.

Following the bright yellow hem of Mélanie’s dress as she ran through the gutted rooms of the place she called her home, Jake felt a sudden ache in his chest. He had never felt at ease in the manor, to him that richly decorated abode was as hostile and unwelcoming as its occupants, with its poisonous green wallpaper and the velvet-lined armchairs that seemed to have eyes and mouths stitched right where your back was supposed to rest… and yet, in seeing it turned upside down like a dollhouse after a particularly intense playtime session made his heart heavy. He couldn’t even imagine what thoughts crossed Mélanie’s mind in that moment. It wasn’t only the house that was damaged beyond repair, and they both knew it.

They reached the balcony above the ballroom and Mélanie clasped her hands on the railing, struggling not to break down crying. 

The ceiling had collapsed, or at least a good chunk of it had.

The chandelier laid smashed on the dinner table that had practically snapped in two under its weight and piles of rubble and wooden beams cluttered the staircase and dance floor. 

Covered in dust and splinters from head to toe, Jasper was digging in the dirt like a madman, too frantic to pay heed to his injured and bloodied hands as he called his masters’ names over and over.

As Mélanie and Jake got to the lower floor, the butler was trying to push aside a massive wooden panel and once the young man rushed in to help, it finally budged. Jake had never seen Mr.Jones so discomposed and overwrought. His usual condescending grin and impeccably tied neck scarf had been replaced by a look of pure anguish. 

The Ravenswoods may have been a shady and unapproachable bunch, but the butler’s face was not that of an employee whose only concern is to find another pair of equally rich patrons to work for now that God’s judgement had smitten his previous cruel masters, but that of a devastated friend of the family.

Mélanie watched the two men work in silence, too overwhelmed to move or even cry.

Her parents were dead.

She didn’t have to see their bodies to know this, and yet she clung till the very last to the unlikely possibility that they may have somehow survived.

As if to rob her of that sliver of hope, Thunder roared in the distance as bright blue lightning cracked the sky framed by the two tall windows. The curse was real, and it had struck. Rapid and merciless as only the raw force of nature could have done. Henry and Martha Ravenswood were no more, crushed by the weight of their greed, the very walls and wooden sculptures of the manor they cherished so dearly even though it was built on the sufferance and tears of others, on a foundation of lies and murder.

Yes, Mélanie did know of her father’s actions at that point. The shocking revelation was  actually still fresh in her mind and so was the horrifying realization of having been the cause of so much senseless bloodshed… but she loved her parents dearly and unconditionally, as many children do.

Only then, at the revolting acknowledgment of her own hypocrisy, a warm stream of tears began to roll down her rosy cheeks as Jake and Jasper removed the last layer of wood and plaster, uncovering the bodies of the Ravenswood spouses.

As if staged with the specific intent of making Mélanie forget why she wanted to escape their controlling grasp and ran as far away as she could from that cursed house, man and wife laid next to each other, Henry’s caped shoulders shielding Martha from the debris as if he wanted to kept what was precious to him safe and close until his very last breath. And alas, the age-old question had to be asked: was that an excessive display of love or of pure greed?

At that sight, Mélanie fell to her knees, now sobbing uncontrollably and before Jake or Jasper could offer her any comfort, the young woman felt Anna Jones’ arms wrapping around her and immediately threw herself on the chambermaid’s lap just like a scared child would.

Anna caressed her hair, reassuring the last of the Ravenswoods that everything was going to be alright as she raised her gaze to met the equally distraught eyes of her brother. Jasper gave her a knowingly nod and removed his dirty overcoat, used its lustrous purple fabric to wipe off the blood from his hands covered in cuts and bruises and threw it into the unlit fireplace. He then accosted the windows and pulled down the embroidered curtains with a snap, folding them on his arms.

“Care to lend a hand, young man?” he asked, his voice still hoarse after all the digging. Jasper was naturally gaunt and unpleasant-looking even on a regular day, with his discolored blond hair and sunken pitch black eyes but in that moment he looked particularly pitiable so, Jake nodded even though a shiver had just ran down his spine.

He knew what the butler intended to do with those drapes: makeshift shrouds for the masters of the house, until proper burial service could be arranged. 

“Even though you’re probably the last person in the whole world the Master would want in his home right now, I can’t afford to be picky.” added the manservant with a sly grin, regaining some of his usual spitefulness. 

Jake didn’t reply, rolling up his sleeves as Jasper handed him one of the curtains. He’d do it for Mélanie and nobody else. She was worth the hassle of handling the cold dead body of someone who wanted to see him out of the picture. A girl like her was worth that and so much more, perhaps even worth dying for.

Butler and train engineer knelt down next to the two entangled bodies in the rubble and both felt horribly out of place for a split second, as if they were about to interrupt what seemed like a sweet, even intimate, moment. 

Mrs. Ravenswood looked like she was peacefully asleep, with no dust on her red hair and face nor any visible injuries. She was still surprisingly attractive for a woman her age and Mélanie had undoubtedly inherited her looks even though her curly auburn hair originated from Mr.Ravenswood’s side of the family.

Unlike his wife’s, Henry’s body had not been left unscathed by the collapse of the roof. His right elbow was caked in blood as the jagged bone protruded out of a tear in the sleeve and his back was stained with red, probably dripping down from the violent blow to the back of his head that had killed him instantly.

As Jasper and Jake turned the corpse over to separate it from Martha’s, they were greeted by the chilling and unwelcome sight of Henry’s still wide open bloodshot eyes. Jake couldn’t help but quiver, as he tried to call upon logic and attribute what he thought he was seeing to a trick of the light or the disquieting metamorphosis that any face goes through when death comes, as the tendons spasm and the muscles distend…

And yet he couldn’t shake off the thought that Henry Ravenswood was grinning.

[biasedwriting]

Skin Talk [VIXX, Leo] ||1||

Characters: VIXX’s Leo || OC

Soulmates au inspired by @animeotakupooh / @vixxscifiwritings ‘s soulmate au “Your Words on My Skin” as well as the discussions we had while she was writing it.

General concept :  In a world where the marks on your skin also show up on your soulmate’s.

Warnings : trash writing after a long time

Length : Two-shot

It started off bizarre when at the age of six or so, coloured streaks resembling marker marks appeared on his skin. He found it fascinating to be honest, the nonsensical green and red patterns that criss crossed over his arm, belly, and even his legs.

"My, your soulmate is a messy baby, Taekwoonie!" His mother claimed when he displayed this sudden phenomenon to her.  She had suspected his soulmate to have been born somewhere a year and a half ago when she spotted random birthmarks appearing on her son's skin all of a sudden, only to fade over the day. There would be new doodles every day, colours streaking across his skin and Taekwoon would gaze at them with fascination. The marks would fade over the day and new ones would appear the next. Sometimes he would doodle on his skin and wonder if the person on the other end could understand what was going on. Not that his doodles had any shape or form. Over the years, the meaningless scribbles on his arms took form and shape. Often circles, spiralling over his forearm. Sometimes, splatters of paint or ink, sometimes it was  thin scrawls written with a pen.

 Minah would wait, blinking at the empty spaces of her skin, waiting for some formless patch to appear like magic. Sometimes she felt like she was the only one talking; scribbling endlessly onto her skin, waiting with bated breath to get nothing. Oh, but the days the marks did turn up, she squealed, happy to see some oddly shaped monster (or rather, Taekwoon’s attempt at drawing a puppy) painted on her skin. Sometimes it would be to-do lists, odd observations, some days it would just be a pen squiggle appearing on her arm. It was random, strange, and infrequent.

 At fifteen, Taekwoon found the doodles on eyes on his forearms a little odd. He felt like he was constantly being watched. The random anime character names made him chuckle, but the little star on the edge of his wrist, that, he found very sweet as it stared back at him, dark in contrast to his pale palm.

 She smiled when she saw another small star appear right next to it. It reminded her of the fact that even if she felt alone and insignificant, at the tender age of eleven, there was always another star to help her shine. She pressed her lips to the star, smiling, knowing that she wasn’t alone.

 Taekwoon groaned in pain. This time the injury seemed to run deep and he was worried that his dreams of becoming a soccer player had been crushed. He sighed unhappily as he looked at the bruises on his body. The doctors had insisted that he stay in bed till he recovered, but boredom was killing him and all he could do was listen to the few tapes he had and stare at the ceiling.

 Then they appeared.

 The little bandage doodles appeared on every bruise. He blinked, following the lines that showed up taking the shape of a bandaid. His soulmate was watching. His soulmate knew. His soulmate was trying to help in their own strange way.

 Taekwoon  let out a laugh as tears pricked at his eyes and a small heart was scribbled right next to the biggest, most painful bruise. And all of the sudden, Taekwoon felt like everything would be okay.

 Taekwoon panicked when the skin around his eye purpled all of the sudden. There was no pain for certain so he knew that somewhere in the universe, something had caused his soulmate to injure themselves. Moments of panic were put to rest when he saw a scrawl appear on his forearm, written hurriedly. His first message from the person who was his soulmate.

“Sorry! I dropped the showerhead on my face by accident! I promise I’m not a punk! :3”

He let out a laugh, reaching for the marker on his desk to write out a “take care of yourself, silly.” right under the squiggly writing on his arm. He grinned when he saw “Thank you! I will! <3” appear right next to it.

They did write to each other frequently. They didn't know how to work this system out. But some days, Taekwoon would wake up to a “have a nice day”written across his palm. Some days he would wake up to lovely poetry written across his thigh.

 One day he woke up to  bruising on the back of his hands, the injection marks, and the single word “ill” written on his wrist which sent him into a worried frenzy. It was followed by silence for months as he wrote prayers onto his skin, feeling the anxiety and sickness that his soulmate was feeling. It reminded him of how close they were wound together and all he wanted to reach across to hold onto the warmth he could feel fading into the distance. He didn’t realize he that his heart had tightened, wound up, till the day the words appeared on his skin. The strings of his heart loosening, filling his lungs with air that he didn’t know he had been missing.

 “Thank you for the prayers, I am better now.”

 The familiar handwriting caused a wave of relief to spread across his chest.

 “Do you think soulmates can be friends?”

They had finally started talking, scribbling little notes to each other on their arms. Sharing enough and yet not knowing who the other person was. Somehow the anonymity gave them comfort.

 So when this message suddenly turned up in the middle of the night. She frowned, realizing she had never thought about that. But how much would a fourteen year old think when her major concerns was to get through school while her soulmate’s was to navigate through the beginnings of adult life?

 “I suppose. I haven’t really thought about it.” marker ink blotches on her skin.

 “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

 “Of course we are.”

 It wasn’t till months later that she woke up to a single bruise on the side of her neck. She gazed at it, baffled, poking it to see if it hurt. Sure, she had seen her share of bruises as well as her soulmate’s share of them, but this one was odd. She pulled a pen out of her pocket and shifted the sleeve away from her arm.

 “You have a bruise on your neck?”

 There was no response for hours. She sat there, staring at her arm, waiting for some sign only to be interrupted by a hiss from her sister.

 “Kim Minah! You’re fourteen and too young to be getting involved with someone!”

 She turned around to gape at her sister who was pointing at the said bruise on her neck and ranting furiously.

 “Involved?” she blinked “this isn’t mine though.”

 Her sister paused, blinking “clearly your soulmate is an ass.”

 Taekwoon stared at the scribbles on his wrist as they appeared in rapid succession.

 “Since we are friends, when were you going to tell me that you were seeing someone?”

“Because I have to go around explaining the hickey on my throat.”

“My sister thinks you’re an ass.”

“I don’t even know what to think.”

 “I didn’t think you’d understand...yet.” he began slowly, feeling his heart sink. Sure the girl he had met was beautiful and sweet. They had courted for months and yet...it just didn't feel right when she kissed him. It was deeply unsettling the way his heart simply rejected her acts even though his body tried to reciprocate it.  His soulmates was too young. He wanted to protect his soulmate.

 “I understand you think I'm young and probably don't understand relationships.” the words stung as they appeared “I don't mind you liking someone else...but please don't break my trust by not telling me.”

Taekwoon stared hard at the words as they faded off his arm knowing that his soulmate had wiped them off.

 It was hard not to talk to each other even then. Their souls were far too intertwined with one another to truly hate. Taekwoon had been apologetic. Sufficiently so, he hoped. He knew that his relationship with his classmate wouldn't work out because every time they spoke, he felt awful. She was wonderful for certain, but beyond the pleasantries, something just didn't click.

 “I broke up with her.” the cool metal of the pen nib scraped against his heated skin. The ink spread over in small blotches, following the pattern of his skin.

 “Is she alright? Are you alright?” came the response, clearly written with a thin marker.

 “Yeah, something just didn't feel right.”

 “Well, you always have me.”

 “How Exciting.” he chuckled, knowing that on the other end his soulmate was furious.

 “You're a real pig for someone who is going through a break up and is supposed to be my soulmate.”

 “But you're stuck with me.”

 “I wouldn't want it any other way :)”

 “Who the hell is Han Sanghyuk and why is my soulmate constantly talking about him?” Taekwoon grumbled. His sister looked at his arm, covered in scribbles, chuckling at how excited his soulmate was to be hanging out with someone with so many similar interests.

 “Awww our little baby brother is jealous!”

 “Everyone thinks we're dating, It's hilarious how we're the talk of the town though!” Taekwoon gritted his teeth as he read “how has your singing been going? I hope you're going to audition for a nice company who doesn't try to kill you. I'll  come for your fansign when you make it big. I promise.” And immediately he was smiling.

 “What if I fail and become a vocal coach?”

 “I'm  signing up for your classes.”

 Taekwoon grinned, picking up his marker to respond.

 “Although I promised I'd sign up for Sanghyukkie’s dance classes too.”

 Taekwoon was grumpy again.

 Even after the many assurances to Taekwoon that she was not dating ‘that giant lump of human!’ Taekwoon was still being a pouty and annoying child. After all, his soulmate was seventeen and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her from liking anyone, considering his own past. But she was his soulmate damn it!

 The worst hit though came months later when Sanghyuk had the audacity to write “Property of Han Sanghyuk.” Right below her shoulder. Minah had sufficiently slapped his hands away considering the two were not on romantic terms. She was also in the middle of her “I am not property, I am my own person!” rampage. He chuckled, holding the Sharpie away from her as she tried to snatch it from him, calling him several expletives. But all of the sudden he paused, gaping at her arm as a big red cross appeared across his name and three letters appeared beneath it.

 Minah's arm now read  “Property of JTW”

Next

[thisnameistakenpleasetryanother]

Bear Necessities my Ass Prompt: Write about one of your characters most embarrassing moments

           A soft clinking sound fills the silent library as an eight year old Leone looks up at Aelor from where she had face planted on the table. “So what happen?” Leone just groans as she begins to sip at the tea. “Where to even begin. That butt Aenys got me in trouble. I’ve never been so humiliated.” A soft chuckle leave Aelor as they set down their book. “What did she do this time?”

                                              ONE HOUR LATER

         Leone looks horrified at Aenys. “Aenys. Just. No.” Aenys decides to ignore Leone as she reaches her hand into the bucket and then slap it across Leones cheeks, leaving behind red streaks. “Come on cousin. It took me forever to convince the cooks to let me have this. Can’t let it go to waste now can we?” With a disgusted shudder Leone glares at Aenys. “Why can’t you be the one smeared in animal blood?” A grin and a shrug were her only answer. After having the stuff rubbed on her arms and legs Aenys tugged her to the edge of the forest. “Alright. Now I swear this thing is out there. All we have to do is lure it out. And that dear cousin is where you come in.” Leone shuffles her feet nervously. “I don’t know. Lord Darklyn told me that some visiting dignitaries would come today. And he’ll finally introduce me as his ward to them. I think I should be getting ready for that instead of hunting down some “Magical disappearing, fifty foot tall bear that mocks you at night.” Aenys just glares at Leone with a pout. “But if you don’t help me I’ll have to do it by myself. And knowing my luck I’ll end up getting eaten. And didn’t father say one of your jobs was to protect me?” Leone covers her face with her palms while she lets out a pained groan. “Fine. No need to pull out the responsibility card you brat.” Before she could see Aenys reply Leone sprints into the woods, only able to hear Aenys shout after her. “Lure him into the courtyard!”

          After around forty five minutes of running around Leone plops down on a large smooth rock with a huff as they try to catch their breath. ‘Stupid Aenys and her stupid plans. I just wanted to read and enjoy tea with Aelor to help calm my nerves before Lord Darklyn needed me. but noooooo. She just has to have that stupid bear.’ Leone’s internal musings were interrupted by a loud rustling sound coming from behind her. Jumping to her feet Leone unsheathes her short sword as she spins around to see.....fur? Craning her head up Leone feels the blood drain from her face as the large square face of the bear stares down at her with its black beady eyes. At this point Leones body became numb and unresponsive, effectively rooted in spot. The only think running through her brain being. ‘I should probably run.’ The bear rears up its head and lets out a ear splinting roar breaking Leone out of her trance as her knees buckle. Frantically scrambling backwards till her back hits a tree. Leone finally scrambles to her feet as the bear begins to lurch jolt towards her. Without looking back Leone runs back towards the manor as fast as her feet can carry her. 

          However it only takes the bear a couple seconds to catch up to her as it lifts a paw as swipes at her. Leone quickly rolls to the side feels the claws brush her left ear searing behind a stinging pain. Leone only gets in a short sigh of relief till she feels her stomach rise up to her throat as momentum from the roll leads her to falling down a small muddy ravine. Curling up in a ball till she tumbled down to the bottom Leone stumbled up to her feet while rubbing the back of her head with a pained wince. Looking up at the twenty five foot drop to see the bear staring at her at the top, just ....waiting. Leone lets out a deep breath as she slumps against the wall for a minute trying to catch her breath. After her breaths came out at regular intervals and her heart stopped jack hammering out of her chest she glances back up to see the bear sitting down and watching her, no doubt waiting for its dinner to crawl out of the hole It found itself in. Face palming Leone stood up straight and gave herself a once over to see if she was hurt anywhere. Other then the small cut on her ear nothing seemed out of order, so she followed the ravine thankful that it at least went in the general direction that the manor was located in. 

        After walking for what seemed like forever with constant glances up only to see that the bear was indeed still following her. Leone start to feel tears well in her eyes as her brain was finally processing the situation she was in. She was too far away from the Den for anyone to hear her cries for help. She was way to slow to outrun a bear. And she is trapped like a mouse with nowhere to go. Leone’s shoulders begin to shake as she tries to hold in a sob. Only stopping when she sees is greeted by a steep wall of rock indicating the end of the ravine. Slumping to her knees Leone curls in on herself as she realizes that there is no way out. Staring up at the Bear that waits expectantly at the top of the ravine. faithfully following her like her own shadow. Taking a deep breath Leone sits down crossed leg as she thinks to herself. ‘Alright Leone, you have to get out of here, but you need to get rid of the Bear first, or at least distract him. You’re safe here for now, that damn thing knows it’s not worth trapping itself down here when it can just wait for me to climb up to him. You have all the time you need so think you idiot think.’

       After a few minutes of internal debate Leone feels a smirk begin to form on her lips. Reaching to her waist she takes off the pouch that she always has on person. Rummaging through the many items she shoved in there she pulled out a small ball she liked to throw at the wall when bored, a bundle of twine, some gun powered that she took from one of the guards bullets planning to try to make a firework with it, and lastly some matches. Leone sets them all down in front of her as she takes out her dagger that she had strapped to her left boot and sawed the ball in half, then cut a little hole on the top of one of the halves. Cutting off a piece of twine she shoved it down the hole she had just made till only half of it stuck out.Grabbing the tube of gun powder she carefully poured it into one of the ball’s halves making sure not it get any on her hands. Once it was filled she places the other half on top of it. Holding it down as she tied the twine around it multiple times till was secured. Giving it an experimental shake she nodded in satisfaction when neither halves budged from the other.

       Walking up to the rock wall Leone began to scale it, till she was about six or seven feet away from the top. Clinging to the wall as she lets go with her left hand she reached up to her ear where she had placed the match. Striking it against the wall she brought it up to her mouth where she was holding her make shift bomb. When the twine finally caught fire she threw the match behind her and grabbed the ball and waited for the fire to almost enter the ball. When it finally did she looked up to her left where the Bear was licking its chops in anticipation of its prey finally crawling its way up to it. Chucking the ball at the Bear she began to climb frantically. Not five seconds later did she hear a little boom and an angry roar as she hoisted herself over the ravines edge. Glancing to her left to see the Bear rub its face in the dirt. Not wanting to waste a single second Leone began sprinting forward where she knew a deep river surrounded by trees was. 

      As she heard the familiar sounds of water rushing over rocks she quickly pushed her way past the bushes revealing the river. Hearing the Bear crash through the shrubbery not far behind her, she scaled a large tree resting on the rivers bank. Balancing herself on a thin branch she took a deep breath as she began to speed walk across it above the river. reaching the end of the branch she hung down from it and dropped into the edge of the river and wadded to the shore where she stole a quick look back. The sight of the Bear just now entering the river and being forced to swim across it slowing it down and buying her valuable time gave her a burst of confidence as she ran that last mile towards the manor.

      Even though her lungs felt like they were on fire and her legs feeling like jelly, a huge surge of relief washed over as she finally entered the Fox’s Den courtyard. Putting the last of her energy into a sprint towards the door she faltered as she saw Aenys waiting by a tree holding onto two of the hunting dogs collars. Just as she opened her mouth to shout out a warning she something snag around her ankles as she ran under a tree and saw the world spin upside down. She stares at Aenys in shock as she felt herself swing back and forth from where she was being suspended in air by a rope wrapped around her ankle and tied to the tree. ‘ THAT IDIOT!’ was the only thing going through her head before her thoughts fell mute as she heard a loud crashing come from behind her. Waving her arms around to turn herself she felt her heart stop for a moment as she saw the Bear barreling towards her. She covered her face with her arms and closed her eyes just as the bear reached her and raised itself on its hind legs.

        Only for nothing to happen to her. Risking a peek she felt her eyes widen as she saw one of the hunting dogs biting down on the Bears neck. Not a second later a second on joined in and latched onto its leg. Staring in shock as multiple hounds surround the Bear and begin biting at it. Leone just watches shaking like a leaf till the bear eventually retreats back into the forest. Seeing Aenys out of the corner of her eye preparing to cut down Leone only to stop and stare to her right. Waving her arms again to see what Aenys was looking at she felt heat flood her cheeks as she sees a lady dressed in the finest silks and fur hide a gasp and chuckle behind her hand. The other one linked around a mans arms. He too dressed to an expensive tuxedo and staring her down in distaste. All being led by Lord Darklyn who just gave her a disappointed frown. Feeling shame overwhelm her. Along with the fear and panic from the chase with the Bear, Leone could do nothing as the tears finally poured down to the ground, only increasing the shame and embarrassment she felt.

      Aenys finally stepped forward and cut the rope holding her up and Leone fell to the ground with an “oof.” Leone glared at the ground as she thought to herself “What a picture you must paint Leone. Covered in mud and blood. No doubt covered in scrapes and leaves. Your hair must be a mess, your bun probably looks more like a rats nest now. And now you are crying your eyes out. Lord Darklyn must think so little of you now. Not to mention the dignitaries. Of all the times...’ Her inner self depreciation being interrupted by Lord Darklyn’s low and cold tone. “What is this?” Leone shot her head up to look at him. “T-T-There was a B-bear. And it chased me T-through the woods.” The only response from the Lord was a deep sigh as he looked his niece up and down. “Leone go find Lady Starwhisper, she’ll clean you up. Don’t bother joining us in the parlor.” The lady standing behind the Lord piped up with an amused expression on her face. “Oh so this is the Starfield that you told us you made into your ward. My I will remember this meeting. I must say this dear knows how to make a.....lasting first impression.” Lord Darklyn just shakes his head as he motions the guests forward not sparing another glance at the children.

       Waiting for the adults to be out of ear shot Aenys crouches down in front of Leone offering her hand. “Are you alright Leone?” Leone just stared at the hand before snarling at Aenys and slapping it away and jumping to her feet. Aenys stares at Leone as she got up. “What the hell is wrong with you Leone?” Leone just glares at Aenys feeling her fists ball up and shake in anger as she swallows the words she wants to shout at her. ‘IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT YOU IDIOT!’ ran through her head as she ran away from Aenys into the Den.

                                                 PRESENT TIME

           “And after that I found the old hag Starwhisper, she cleaned me up and gave me a good tongue lashing. Then I came here, that’s pretty much the end of it.” Leone sets down her now empty tea cup as she felt her eyes burn with teats again from re telling the tale. Aelor just shook his head as he scooted over and wrapped his arms around Leone in a hug. “I’m just glad you weren’t eaten. Who would I enjoy tea time with if that  happened.” A short chuckle escaped Leone as she returned the hug and buried her face in Aelor’s shoulder. After awhile she pulled back and poured herself another cup of tea. “How am I suppose to look at Lord Darklyn in the face at dinner tonight?” Aelor just shrugged. “We’ll cross that bridge when it comes. For now why not just sit here and read with me?” Leone gives as small sniffle as she takes the offered book from Aelor. “I’d like that.”