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[tinyliltina]

Prompt 11:  Heartbeat

I finally did something that isn’t ask related s o b s 

Wrote a story with my Chris and @oliverthesaltyedgelord‘s Kelly in our summoner!verse and had way too much fun doing this worldbuilding-

I promise I’m going to get to asks asap but for right now enjoy my attempt to write something that wasn’t for class oml 

Feedback is??  Super appreciated, likes are great but please remember I can’t get better without input :0

Move, move, just move!  Chris sprinted forwards, her feet slapping against the muddied ground of the riverbank.  She heard a snarl behind her, and convinced herself not to look back.  It wasn’t worth it.  Running was what mattered now, not what she was running from.  Such was the life living in a world where dragons and trolls from other realms frequenced for an easy snack…  All Chris needed to know was there had been teeth and claws, and that justified running.  

Hairs she’d never felt stood on the back of her neck, maybe in their own attempt to flee the monster at her back.  Chris lept over another log, skimming the treeline for a hiding spot.  If she could get get a place to set up a circle-

A roar tore through the sky, ripping at Chris’ eardrums.  Whatever was behind her was close.  Chris’ heart slammed against her chest, reminding her she could only run so fast.  Hiding was the best option.  There!  A tree, just off to her left-it looked big enough to crouch behind.  Chris changed direction, her ankles protesting with the effort as she flew through the undergrowth.  Once she was close enough, Chris dove behind the bark.  Her hands scraped against the earth, but she didn’t care.  

The spell spilled from her lips before Chris could process all the words.  Heat built in her chest, manifesting through her blood, and traveling down her veins.  She felt a pulse against the ground as crimson vines appeared on the ground.  They grew and swiveled around her crouched form, doubling in size as the foreign tongue tumbled from the human.  Trembling, both with the ground and effort of focus, Chris tied up the last of the mantra, spitting out the final line.  

 For a moment, the world stopped.  Chris could feel her heart pulsing beneath her skin, and in the ground, and in the air.  It was loud, and panicked, but it was there.  Alive, steady, hers.  Power cracked beneath her fingers, and the ground shook anew.  Her hair stood on end, brown locks stretching out to the heavens.  

Th-thmp th-thmp th-thmp

The ground began to shake.  Not with the footsteps of her pursuer.

Th-thmp thmp thmp thmp

Earth split beneath the circle, tearing apart as the magic activated.

Thmpthmpthmpthmpthmp

Chris’ circle dissolved, manifesting into a physical form.  It stretched and hissed in the air, shifting into a humanoid shape that dwarfed the tallest trees.  Electricity danced in the air, and the circle singed the ground.  There was a sickening silence, then a loud bang.  Chris’ eyes shot up as the red faded, revealing the form of her guardian.  She had to crane her neck to meet his gaze, and resisted the urge to cower from it.  

Despite the fact her familiar was several yards away from her, he still towered over where she crouched.  Chris sat back, and glanced behind her.  The creature that had been chasing her, a young troll by its expression, was shrinking back.  She couldn’t blame the poor thing when it ran.  Truthfully, she wanted to run too.

“What’d ya call me here for?” Chris’ stomach dropped.  Slowly, she turned towards the hulking man before her.  Kellian looked much more intimidating with his face cast in a shadow.  His eyes gleamed a cornflower blue, and sent cold chills down Chris’ back.  Swallowing, Chris gestured to the direction the troll fled.  

“Ah-I mean, I wanted-...it was a troll, and I couldn’t run, so, um-” she cleared her throat, still struggling to breathe from the run.  “I...called you.”

Kellian was quiet a moment, then grunted.

“Mh.  Well I’m here now, so ya gonna ask me t’do something else fer ye?”

Chris shrugged.  

“Um-...I don’t, I mean other than that-...”  she shifted.  “Could you..stay here a second?  Just, I mean...just so it doesn’t come back?”

He blinked.  For a moment, Chris thought he would say no.  Instead, the giant sighed.  

“Sure.  Kinda have’ta, seein’ yer m’summoner.”  

Guilt welled in Chris’ chest.  As a summoner, she had the ability to force Kellian to do what she wanted.  There were restrictions, of course, but Chris hated the thought of treating any creature like a slave.  

“Would it be okay-I mean,” she rubbed her arm, flustered.  “Could you...hold me a second?  You, I mean, you don’t have to, but-”

Before she could finish her request, Chris felt something warm grasp her waist.  She squeaked, glancing down just as Kellian’s hands gathered her up.  With an unnerving ease, Kellian settled his hands against his chest.  Chris stiffened at the closeness.  He was much warmer than she’d thought, though it was almost relaxing.  Hesitating, then relenting to her craving for closeness, Chris slid closer to Kellian.  Her head settled against his chest.  

Th-thmp.  Th-thmp.  Th-thmp.  

Kellian’s heart rung loud and strong.  Chris closed her eyes, willing her own to mirror his.  For several moments, Chris was silent.  She took in the sounds of him beside her.  His deep, relaxed breaths, the thunder of his heart, all mixing into a relaxing song.  Against her better judgment, Chris leaned further into her familiar.  He was surprisingly soft, despite his hardened personality…  The fact he was being so gentle was enough to set Chris at ease.  

“Kellian?”

“Mh?”  his voice rumbled behind her.  

“Do you...well, do you want to leave?”

He was quiet a moment.  His chest shifted.  “A little, aye...can’t ‘til you say so, s’guess I’m stuck.”  

Chris cringed, ashamed of her own selfishness.  

“I’ll...you can leave in a little bit, I promise-I just…”  She didn’t have an excuse.  That thought made her stomach twist.  There was no reason for her to keep him so close, save her own wants.  Chris curled into herself a tad.  

“Why d’ye keep callin’ me out here?”  Kellian’s voice spoke against her thoughts.  Chris blinked, glancing up.  She peered at the underside of his chin, the only part of his face she could see at her angle.  

“I…”  She cleared her throat.  Was she obligated to tell him the truth?  Lying didn’t seem like much of a choice, especially with such a specific question.  “I guess…”  No, telling the truth was always the better option.  Even if he didn’t like her answer, at least Kellian wouldn’t think her dishonest.  “I don’t really know.  I feel...safer when you’re around.”  Her gaze moved to her hands.  “You’re such a well-known fighter in the monster realm, and, you’re the first monster I summoned...so that means something, I think…”

He scoffed.  “Ye summonin’ me was just bad luck.”  

Chris winced again, glancing at her hands.  He was right, she guessed.  It was bad luck, at least for him…  He was a high tier fighting monster, one of the most requested monster types available.  Neither one of them knew how he’d been summoned to Chris’ circle when she’d been looking for a companion.  

“Why?”  Kellian asked.

“Why....why what?

“Why d’ye keep summonin’ me back?  ‘S clear I’m na’ tha monster ye wanted...s’why keep callin’ me back?”

He wasn’t wrong, Chris supposed.  Really, she wasn’t sure why she summoned him back.  While he was civil enough, Kellian wasn’t open, friendly, or kind.  He was no companion.  Yet, if Chris had to choose between him and another monster, she’d go for Kellian.  

“I dunno.  I guess, really, you’re so big and strong…  I feel safer.”  

“Safer, eh?”

Chris nodded.  Kellian sounded surprised, and Chris couldn’t blame him.  Up front, he was a terrifying looking beast.  Glowering eyes beneath a dark head of hair, and skin lined with battle scars. Chris was the polar opposite.  A skinny, tiny brunette without a single scratch on her.  He was abrasive, she was gentle.  

“Safer...yeah,”  Chris shrugged.  She settled against Kellian once again, and stared at his fingers.  “You’re...I dunno.  You’re tough, but you aren’t mean. Even if you’re a little...snappy, I mean, you’ve always been gentle with me.”

“Kinda have t’be gentle with ye, considerin’ our contract…”  he muttered.  “But...I dunno.  M’assistant says I can’t fight forever, n’I guess he’s right.”  

“I think your assistant is a wise person,” she agreed.  “And maybe...who knows?  One day, hopefully, you’ll like hanging out...I mean, maybe you’ll…”  She looked down.  “Well, forget it.  As long as you don’t mind coming back, I mean…  Maybe this isn’t so bad?”

“Maybe,” he mused.  

Sighing, Chris leaned against Kellian’s chest.  His heartbeat resumed its powerful rhythm, a reminder of his presence.  In it, Chris found a strange sense of comfort.  She didn’t feel so lonely, even while knowing they weren’t close.  Before she knew it, the exhaustion of the day consumed her.  Her head nodded once, twice, then went slack.  

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Chris had been quiet for a while now.  Unusual.  Normally the runt was chatty, to the point it was almost annoying.  Kellian frowned, sparing a glance to the human in his hand.  Ah, she was asleep.  That made sense.  Waking her up was an option, but it didn’t feel fair.  Kellian knew if she attempted doing such a thing he would lash out.  For now, he guessed, he’d let her sleep.  

He couldn’t deny his surprise at how quickly the lass had grown to trust him.  They came from two different worlds, yes, and Kellian had been raised differently.  But falling asleep on someone, especially a giant, wasn’t smart.  It was more surprising considering he’d never shown much interest in the young mage.  Still, there she was.  Fast asleep, sitting straight up, as if his hand were a couch.  

Kellian’s lip twitched.  A ghost of a smirk took over his features.  Fighting monster paired with a lonely mage.  The idea sounded so ridiculous, he couldn’t help but chuckle.  Kellian had the blood of dozens, if not hundreds, on his hands.  This tiny human, who could use him to fight like the others, saw that as comforting.  Him as comforting.  Or, maybe she tried not to see it.  With Chris, he could never be sure.

His eyes trailed the skyline.  It was still plenty bright out, and his next fight wasn’t scheduled for a few days.  For now, holding Chris wasn’t so bad.  Hell, maybe he was coming to enjoy her company.  Though he hated to, he was starting to like not seeing fear in her eyes when he came around.  The expression of relief on her face when she saw him appear…  Kellian chuckled.  Hell, he was going soft.  

[tinyliltina]

Big White House

“I wa-..want...I want to live there,” Claire said. Damian stopped, his booted feet turning where Claire pointed. It was a warm autumn day. Leaves were just turning brown, and fluttered through the air like browned butterflies. Damian peered up the hill, shifting his fingers around his girlfriend. She sat cross-legged in his palm, as she almost always did on their walks.

Damian smiled. The house looked warm and welcoming. It was white, with a russet-brown doorway and a small front porch. It was covered in windows. Perhaps one day, the windows would be open. Maybe they would allow the shrieks of play and the smell of supper into the air.

He could see children running in the grass, tumbling down the hill. Chubby hands reaching for anything they could grab, and fascination sparkling in eyes that held his heart. He looked down. Something in Claire’s face told him she thought the same thing. A hand rested on her middle, and pain flickered in her gaze before she smiled.

“Maybe one day,” Damian smiled. He took one last look at the big, white house. Then, he turned around and continued on his way. As he walked, the dark-headed giant ran through his plans for the night. The box in his pocket doubled in weight. But then, he looked down to Claire, at her perfectly-sculpted features, her smile, her presence. He loved her.

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3 years later…

Damian stood at the base of the small hill. The house was still there, and had been on sale for a week. Something moved on his shoulder. Damian glanced to his side, smiling at his wife.

He stepped onto the pebble-lined path (although to a human, it appeared lined with boulders), towards a sign. With one, swift tug, Damian pulled the sign out of the ground. He heard a squeal from his left, and grinned. This was their house now.

Carefully, Damian reached to his shoulder. Claire’s feathery weight moved into his palm. She pushed her blonde hair aside, watching him quizzically. Damian smirked. He stepped up to the house, and tossed the for sale sign into the garbage. For a moment, he stood at the front door.

“Sorry to move ya, honey,” Damian chuckled. “But I think it’s customary t’carry my wife across the threshold.”

Claire laughed. Damian’s eyes softened, and he took in a deep breath. Whatever happened next, he’d have Claire by his side. They’d have their challenges here, and their children if adoption panned out. But truth be told, Damian didn’t care. As long as he was with Claire, she was happy, life would go on.

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AN

Inspired by this song: https://youtu.be/XnfExw_csqY

I love love love Damian and Claire-I think they’re my oldest OCs (age wise, currently in their 40s)

They’re my baking beautiful married babies aaaaa

I wrote this in like 20 minutes so feedback would be aplreciared ;w;” I wanna make sure it flows well hhn