#im eating sand about this whole thing excuse me | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years ago

Text

Dream SMP Recap (June 2/2021) - Self-Care and Reconciliation

Fundy tries some speedy self-care to follow Quackity’s directions of “finding himself.”

Foolish finds out about the supreme fridge and isn’t pleased.

Antfrost seeks out Foolish, Bad and Puffy to find peace and make amends after what happened with the Egg.

---

VOD LINKS:

Philza

Tubbo

Fundy

Foolish

Eret

Captain Puffy

Antfrost

Michaelmcchill

---

- Phil works on the basement some more

- Tubbo works on his outpost

- Tubbo comes over to the Arctic and visits Phil in his basement to “spy” on him

- They go to Tubbo’s outpost and Tubbo asks if Phil would like to make a TNT canon with him. Phil sees Las Nevadas

- Tubbo’s a changed person since he tried to kill Phil’s friend, and now he and Phil are on good terms!

- Tubbo and Phil start attempting to wrangle a Ghast together for the outpost

- A few days ago, Quackity told Fundy that he could have a plot of land in Las Nevadas under certain circumstances, and Fundy has a choice to join the nation or not

- When he and Quackity spoke, Quackity said that this plot of land can be his if Fundy can find himself. Fundy needs to fix what’s broken

- Living in the middle of nowhere away from other people isn’t good, so today, Fundy wants to take care of himself and become a better person

- Fundy’s snow fox is outside, but Fundy decides to let him roam for the time being

- Fundy goes outside and creates a board with signs:

FUNDY’S PLAN TO BECOME BETTER MAN:

Healthy diet! fish, steak, vegetables, fruit, dary, grains

Take care of himself. be able to cut down tree fast

mine diamonds

be able to accept therapy say “im okay with therapy”

good friends, get 3 people to say im a friend

sleep

take care of pet :)

learn to count

- He sets up a timer to do these eight things, and once it starts, he immediately runs off to fix his diet

- Fundy fetches some cod from the sea and spots Tubbo’s outpost in the distance. Curious, he goes over -- if someone lives there, that can go towards his friend goal

- Seeing that Tubbo isn’t online, Fundy messages Phil instead. He asks if they are friends, and Phil just asks what he wants. After a lot more pressing, Phil says they are friends! Fundy is his grandson, after all

- Phil asks if Fundy is safe. Fundy is overjoyed that he cares about his safety, and counts that as two friends! Fundy says he should come by to play cards sometimes, and Phil likes the idea

- To himself, Fundy whispers: “You are a friend and you are appreciated and worth something. You are cool. You are special. You are loved.”

He counts this as the final friend, and has now completed one goal!

- He creates a small patch of dirt and plants wheat, then goes mining for diamonds

- Fundy chops some trees and returns to his house

- On his bed, he psyches himself up and musters up the courage to say something

Fundy: “I...accept...and am okay...with...”

(he struggles to say the last word)

Fundy: “I accept and am okay with...therapy. I accept and am okay with THERAPY!”

- He then goes outside and learns to count by killing zombies

- After that, he has to go find his pet snow fox. He asks a nearby Enderman where he is

- Fundy and the Enderman go searching together

- Fundy can’t find the fox. He keeps searching around the forest, until he comes back towards his house and finally finds the fox sleeping on a nearby hill

- With all his other goals done, there is only one remaining: sleep.

- He goes to his bed, hesitates...

...and sleeps.

(This is a set up for next stream)

- Foolish returns to his summer home from Las Nevadas and finds the WAR sign, confused. He then notices the disappearance of the supreme fridge

- He reads the war note left in the chest for Ponk and is outraged. That fridge was his gift! Of all the buildings that have been built here, the fridge was the one thing he allowed

- There will be consequences, but as Foolish will be gone for a bit, he can’t do anything now.

- Foolish begins to go through the stages of grief, mourning the fridge, before leaving a note:

---

You destroyed my fridge. It was my gift from Ponk. The one structure that was built for me on this server was destroyed. Once I go through the 5 stages of grief...I will then add on a bonus stage.......REVENGE

---

- He kills one of the L’Sandburg citizen llamas to send a message

- Foolish goes to the main area and visits Eret’s fortress, noticing the totem statue Eret made in mourning. He changes the sign to simply say “in honor of Foolish” instead

- While working on his pyramid some more at the summer home, Foolish notices Antfrost just over the hill. Ant comes over, seeking to apologize for killing Foolish

Foolish: Listen Ant. From the very start I blamed the egg. And I don’t believe the REAL Antfrost killed me. Nice to see some blue eyes as well

Ant: but we didn’t listen to your warnings, we had our chances and we betrayed you and our friends. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed me right here

- Foolish doesn’t. He tells Ant that he’s moving on.

- Ant asks if there’s any way to make it up to him, and Foolish says he could use some help gathering sand (Antfrost finds sand tasty, but Foolish doesn’t eat sand. It has too many calories)

- The two gather sand together

Foolish: I hold nothing against you

Ant: thank you

Foolish: Honestly I think the banquet has changed me for the better

Ant: how so

Foolish: It has given me new found strength. Basically from here on out...I’ll be less timid to take action

Ant: well at least something good came out of it

Foolish: So how about you Antfrost, what’s next for the old sly cat

Ant: I need to talk to Puffy and Bad and Sam and everyone I’ve wronged

- Ant asks if Foolish has seen Puffy anywhere, whether there’s something he can give her as a peace offering. She likes llamas

- Foolish thanks Ant for his help. Ant says if Foolish needs anything, to let him know. Foolish looks forward to happier times

- Puffy comes on later and finds the book Foolish left in the chest. She reads it, but she still thinks getting rid of the fridge was better for the aesthetic, and she had to get back at Ponk

- She writes another letter, this time to Foolish, titled “To my sharkyson”:

---

Dear Foolish!

It was not my intention to make you sad or angry! I didn’t know you cared so much for the fridge as well. it was kinda ugly and it stood out so much from the rest of the builds! But I assure you I’m not allied with Bad, my whole goal behind L’llamaburg was to keep an eye on Bad so he didn’t build any further on your land or cause you more problems.

Once Bad was gone I fully intended to disband l’llamaburg and tear it down!

Sorry for any sadness I may of caused.. you don’t need a fridge though to be reminded of how Supreme you are!

---

- Ant is at the animal sanctuary. Everything’s been destroyed, but at least Floof is still alive

- He saves Asshole the fish from suffocating out of the water and puts the fish back in the aquarium

- Ant goes looking for Bad. They need to talk

- They meet at the Community House. Bad hasn’t seen Ant in a while, he hasn’t been around. Bad asks if Ant is okay, and Ant doesn’t know. He died

- Ant asks what happened. Bad says things didn’t work out according to plan. Ant remembers Quackity coming in at the Banquet...

Ant: “Bad, what did we do? I killed Foolish...”

- Bad says stuff happens and he doesn’t think anyone would blame Ant

Ant: “Bad, I killed him! What do you mean you don’t think anyone blames -- Bad, we’re monsters! Do you know what we did?”

Bad: “W-well, I try not to think about it!”

Ant: “Well you can’t just ignore -- you can’t act like we didn’t do -- Bad, I killed Foolish, we were gonna kill E-- oh my god, Eret’s on the server too.”

- Bad thinks it’s fine, Foolish will recover and Puffy killed Ant but it was one for one. Ant remembers all the horrible things he said to Puffy before he killed Foolish and asks where Bad went afterwards

- Bad had no choice but to run. He couldn’t save Ant, they were outnumbered

Ant: “...Do you not feel bad about anything? Bad, we’re...we’re mon-- we did horrible things!”

Bad: “Well I mean, yeah, you did do some horrible stuff...”

Ant: “No, YOU! You did some horrible stuff! Who pushed Skeppy into lava, Bad? Who betrayed their friends? We betrayed Sam, Bad!”

Bad: “Okay, we did some horrible stuff -- hey, no! Okay, but -- there were good reasons at the time, or we felt like there was!”

Ant: “No! No no, Bad, we let the Egg control us! No! Did the Egg give you what it promised?”

Bad: “No, ‘cause...we never completed the plan...whatever it was. Ant, I can’t remember exactly...it’s not -- look, it’s -- I don’t know...”

- Ant asks if he’s talked to Sam and Puffy yet. Bad’s trying not to think about it, but Ant says they can’t ignore this. They’re friends, they should make amends

- Ant asks if Bad’s been back down there, but Bad’s steered clear. Ant is feeling normal again

Ant: “I...Bad, do you not...We’re fucked up! We did horrible things! Our friends tried to stop us, and we didn’t listen! We didn’t do anything!”

Bad: “There’s a lot of ‘we’ going on here...”

- Bad points out Ant didn’t really say anything. Ant accuses him of blaming him

Bad: “No, I’m just saying that...if the collar fits!”

- Ant says they both did horrible things, they dragged Hannah in, Punz too and Ponk. Bad hasn’t checked up on those three since. It doesn’t seem like Bad feels bad. Ant’s been gone because he felt ashamed

- If there’s anybody that they’ve hurt the most, it’s Sam. They were the Badlands

- Bad says they were brainwashed. He knows it’s not an excuse, that they should still own up to it even if they weren’t fully to blame

- They both killed one person each. Ant accuses Bad of putting the blame on him again and says that Bad killing Skeppy was worse because they’re platonic soulmates

- Ant wants an apology for letting him die and leaving him. Bad didn’t do anything, he just watched Ant die. Bad was caught off guard. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing that Ant died, since otherwise they would’ve killed more people

- Ant says they should own up. Bad apologizes for letting Puffy kill Ant. He should have protected Ant, not just from Puffy but from the Egg too. Ant forgives Bad and says sorry for not protecting Bad from the Egg either

- Seeing as Puffy’s online, Ant suggests they go look for her. Bad says he’ll talk to Puffy later. Ant asks about Skeppy -- Bad talked to Skeppy right after what happened, but he hasn’t seen Skeppy since. They had a bit of a confrontation

- Ant wonders if Sam will forgive them. The Badlands wouldn’t be the same without him. He leaves Bad

- Puffy comes down the Prime Path and meets Antfrost face-to-face. The two have a bit of an awkward greeting

- Puffy reminds him of what happened. He doesn’t know how to apologize, but he says sorry. For saying awful things, for killing Foolish. He doesn’t expect her to forgive him, but he apologizes for what he did

- Puffy says it wasn’t right that she killed him, even though she was acting defensively, and she apologizes as well. Ant didn’t deserve to die either, he was blinded by the Egg. She holds Bad more to blame -- Antfrost talked to him recently

- Puffy forgives Ant. She asks how Bad handled it, and Antfrost says Bad is full of guilt and is hoping he can just forget about it

- Bad hasn’t apologized to Puffy, but Ant says he’ll get around to talking to everyone. Puffy made a burner Twitter account to hate on Badboyhalo and if she doesn’t get an apology, she might have to use it

- About L’Sandburg, Ant says he was there for like five minutes, but he doesn’t know what’s been happening since

Puffy: “Ant, you have to be your own person, Ant. He always uses you as his little pet to do things for you, and you murdered a man now because of it, because of Bad.”

Bad uses Antfrost to do things. Why didn’t Bad kill Foolish himself? Why was Antfrost thrown under the bus?

- She tells Ant that he needs to stand up for himself. She had to watch so many “RIP that pussy” and “Why’d you have to kill my cat” edits, it was the worst timing

- Puffy messages Bad asking if he’s apologized to Ant. They spot Bad nearby and walk over to confront him. He’s selling arrows

- Bad says he said sorry for letting Ant die, but Ant wants an apology for Bad making him do everything. Bad says they were both just following the Egg’s orders, that Ant had a grudge against Foolish -- but Ant says he didn’t, that Bad said he had to kill people

- Bad says sorry, but the Egg just wanted it that way. They accuse him of making excuses. Bad apologizes to Antfrost for making him kill Foolish, and the two hug

- Bad and Skeppy had a disagreement after the Red Banquet, and he has to check up with him to make sure he’s okay

- Bad says sorry to Puffy for what they did while under the Egg’s influence. Puffy was told that they were turning a new leaf, letting bygones be bygones so many times that if she took a shot every time she was told that, she would get alcohol poisoning

- Bad says sorry for everything to both of them, from the bottom of his heart. Puffy accepts to be the bigger person. They’ve always been a trio, always been friends, and now that the Egg’s no longer here, she’ll let it slide

- They do a group hug

- After some chatting, Puffy accuses Bad of having a Wattpad account to write Skephalo fanfiction and they continue talking about Skeppy’s merch boxes

- Michael joins the call! They all hang out together

- Later on, Eret and Foolish join in as well!

- A while after, they all go over to Ponk’s stairway to heaven to finally destroy it

(The build dates back to at least early July, possibly June, of 2020)

---

Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

180 notes · View notes

svnaslove · 4 years ago

Text

beach trip with fukurodani

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ; [requested;anon] hcs of beach trip with Fukurodani where reader has a crush on Bokuto

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; my bad writing

this turned into more of a story than a hcs, sorry😭(but i promise this is worthwhile this is so cute skjsjsj)

ok ok ok when you heard there was going to be a beach trip with the boys fukurodani volleyball team and you were invited you were ecstatic !!

but then...

you remembered that your CRUSH, BOKUTO was gonna be there

jesus christ

now this was going to be an anxiety induced trip

bokuto with his sunshine of a smile and beautiful personality and muscles and the fact he’s gonna be in swimming trousers....

YOU NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT

but then you think about how YOU’RE going to be in a bikini

um 😳

you’d have to be either nuts or v confident to reveal yourself in a bikini and not be a tiny bit nervous because you are surrounded by a bunch of 17-18 year old guys

at least the managers were going to be there and they were all girls so you were a little bit more relaxed (unless you’re into girls too sjkjks)

so comes the day for the beach trip

you went to fukurodani yourself, a second year and you were invited by yukie, one of the managers

she was one of your best friends and she’s trying to get you closer to bokuto *eyebrows* *eyebrows*

you took 2 third year classes that you shared w him and that’s how you ended up knowing him and started to have feelings for him

the whole team plus the managers went together on the bus they used to ride to games, so you know what that means

ya in the bus too love <3

anxiously, you made your way to the back of the bus with yukie dragged behind you, taking a seat on the same side as the door of the bus at a window seat

“im so nervous”

yukie just looked at you and said “he likes you too dummy”

your brain: SKJSJKJKFLSKFJSDKJ HUH

she’s just smiling slyly and takes a huge bite out of her food she had packed

“watch, bokuto’s coming to the bus now. guess what’s gonna happen. i’ll do it for you. he’s gonna look like he’s freaking out and blabber to poor akaashi next to him about how nervous he is that you’re actually in the beach trip with us, and then when he gets on the bus you two are gonna lock eyes or something because you’re so dumb for each other and then he’ll do that hey hey hey thing and come sit near us and start talking to you.” she declared inbetween bites

you scoffed, “yeah, as if.”

“he’s very easy to read, you’ll see” she says

you rolled your eyes at her, there was no way she could be right about this

but-

wtf 🧍‍♀️

you looked out the window and saw bokuto and akaashi walking over to the bus, bokuto rambling nervously to akaashi, akaashi had a sympathetic look and bokuto couldn’t stop fiddling with his fingers. must be a habit he picked up from akaashi.

you looked to yukie and she wore a smug look.

the two boys walked in, bokuto in front

you looked at him to see that he had been looking at you, you two locked eyes and you heard yukie laugh

a soft pink taint made it’s way to bokuto’s cheeks and your own

“hEY HEY HEY WHO’S READY FOR THE BEACH” bokuto laughed trying to snap out of the trance of locking eyes with you and came and sat DEAD RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

im-

“wtf yukie is this staged or something”

“im the mama manager, never doubt the mama manager” she winked

well now we have a future teller.

you looked over to yukie and whispered, ”if you’re the ‘mama’ manager i wouldn’t suppose you know why he does that hey hey hey thing do you?”

she smiled, “it’s how he gains confidence when he’s nervous” she winked again, taking another bite of her granola bar

the bus’s engine starts and you’re now all on your way to the beach

bokuto turned around in his seat with the biggest smile, “hey y/n-chan- is it okay if i call you y/n-chan? i was wondering what your number was so we could add it to the groupchat in case you get lost at the beach :)”

SLY ASS BITCH

you gave him your number and told him it was okay to call you y/n-chan

hOW-

maybe ya girl yukie was right, he did have a thing for you too, you will never doubt mama yukie again 😔

you all are nearly at the beach, you can already see the ocean, the coach is just trying to find a spot to park in when bokuto turns around in his seat again, “HEY HEY HEY, Y/N-CHAN DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE OCEAN WITH ME WHEN WE ALL GET CHANGED?”

poor bby you

rED AS A TOMATO

“i- uhm, yes thank you bokuto-kun” you smile

at this point you just want to sTRANGLE YUKIE BECAUSE SHE HAS SUCH A SHIT EATING SMIRK

ITS DRIVING YOU CRAZY

“oooo~ go to the ocean with yo manz y/n” she whispered, poking your side

screaming internally because yukie is teasing you nonstop and bokuto jUST ASKED YOU TO HANG OUT W HIM SKJFS

you guys find a spot to park and start unloading and walking towards the beach

ah it felt so nice, the sound of the waves, the sand under your feet and the warm sun

everyone for the most part had changed, you had to hold yourself back when you saw bokuto, wHY WAS HE SO MUSCULAR

bite bokuto’s muscles 2021

you dazed out staring a little too long at bokuto and his v-line

yukie had to push you into the changing room to get you to “stop being weird” as she put it 😭😭

you were just admiring the view 😭

when you walked out, everyone was still around talking to each other but you noticed eyes stealing glances of you here and there

and then you noticed bokuto from a bit far back, was he-

was he-

checking you out?

you literally short-circuited

rip y/n 2020

his cheeks were flushed, akaashi next to him, seemed like he was trying to hold back a laugh

close ur mouth bokuto

ur already dead idk how ur blushing too

you walk up to him and he’s like “you look really good y/n” all dazed out

cue akaashi hitting him in the back of the head and walking away for bokuto to stop being h word

he nervously laughs, “let’s go?”

he rented two boogie board while you were changing and surprised you w it awee

so you two go into the water, deeper, and deeper in and there’s like no one around and it just feels natural??

like you’re both not that nervous as much as before and it’s just fun

you got smacked on the face by a wave and he started laughing only to get hit in the face by an even bigger wave

you had to pull him up from underwater lksdjfdklsfj

and now bokuto’s hair is... down?

excuse me sir this is not allowed

stop playing with y/n’s heart, y/n can’t take it they’re gonna die again

u just zone out looking at how pretty he looks with his hair down and he’s all laughing because he had to be saved and then he relaxes, still smiling and looking at you

is this gonna happen?

i think it’s gonna happen

he gets a little serious now

you’ve never seen him calm down to this point

“y/n... i.. i like you, like, alot” he let out a small laugh to relieve the tension

you can’t think of words to use to reciprocate your feelings to him so you just do it

you throw the boogie board from under you to the side and just hold his face and kiss him

bokuto was surprised, he tensed for a quarter of a second before relaxing and enjoying your kiss

his arms held your legs up around his waist underwater so you didn’t have to kick up while kissing him

he tasted of salt water from the previous fall

mid kiss he started smiling in the kiss

“i’ve been waiting for this for a long time you know.”

you can’t help but to smile, “me too”

and you both just start softly laughing with each other

he bring you out of the water and you’re both holding hands, “let me treat you to some ice cream” he said

the whole team notices you two coming out of the water and holding hands and they’re all like

$#(#$*()??WHAT???#$#)$*#(SLKDJFDSKL

akaashi is slightly surprised that bokuto managed to do that so fast but happy for him

the rest of the team was just “BOKUTO???DID??IT???”

they knew from the beginning that he liked you since he’s always talking about how pretty you looked in class to akaashi and how you make him so nervous and how he wishes he had the courage to talk to you and they all know how they set up yukie, conveniently enough being your best friend to invite you to the beach trip so that bokuto could make some kind of move

BUT DAMN BOKUTO

THAT WAS FAST

you two are just giggling the rest of the day with each other holding hands and hanging out together

IT’S SO CUTE SJDFLKDSJ

when it got to sundown it started getting colder, you didn’t expect for it to get cooler so you didn’t bring a jacket

bokuto had a baggy jacket on and he just told you to come cuddle up on his chest and he closed the jacket with the two of you inside

yukie was about to cry because he was so DAMN SWEET

she took pictures for you because what’s a best friend for

the sun’s setting and the sky is gorgeous, a mix of pinks and oranges with wispy clouds and the ocean right in front of you

bokuto’s sitting behind you and you’re sitting in front of him and his legs are wrapped around you and you’re inside his jacket w him and he just leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, “will you be my s/o?” he asks softly, nearly a whisper

when you say yes his heart springs and he hugs you tight

when you two get back on the bus to go home you two sit together, you both end up falling asleep together, falling on each other and you had his jacket on since he got hot but you were still cold

yukie definetly took a picture of that too

233 notes · View notes

moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

Text

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 1)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: me and noah are abt to blow ur minds lmfaooo -> takes place around the same timeline as the daughter!reader ones aka y/n was born in 2000

prompt: i had to

part 2

the world was raving over this billionaire playboy’s newest title: father

and boy, did the headlines get interesting

among your favorite magazine covers, your all-time favorite was

Tony Stark: World’s Most Eligible DILF

^accompanied with a picture of your dad holding you

(tony stark’s superpower is being a dilf, it’s just a fact ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

“look at us, kid. that’s me and you! wow! you make me look magnificent”

*babbling*

you were so...boring to him

like tony watching you was wonderful, he absolutely adored having a kid to take care of...but babies don’t do much of anything

rhodey came to see you every chance he got

“rhodey! what’s going on?”

“i’m not here for you, i’m here for the baby”

ouch....

rhodey was a fuckin awesome uncle

one of the only level-headed people you could call family

back to dad:

“hey, little guy, what’s up? any baby-things you wanna do today? anything on your mind?”

he really wanted you to speak to him

your first word was “duck”

he’s pretty sure you meant “fuck”

“love this kid!”

who wouldn’t?

“let’s play ‘superman’” he runs flies you around the house

he talks abt single dad things to get women to swoon over him

tony always has baby food stains and spit up all over himself

YOURE SPOILED

he has a separate garage for those tiny drivable cars that kids can vroom in, you know what im talking about

“god, you’re gonna be so cool when you grow up”

tony stark is a rough-and-tough dad

loves to get wild when it’s playtime

“y/n, catch!” *ball hits you in the face* “alright, not an athlete, that’s okay”

“i’m good!”

tinkering in the workshop with dear ol’ dad

“alright, sport, what’s your million-dollar idea?”

“a car that’s powered by water”

“i knew i shouldnt have let you watch that 70s show”

you actually did become a handful growing up

if tony didn’t want to Dad(tm) for a few hours, he’d make happy take you to chuck e. cheese

“buy the kid as many tokens as he wants, it doesn’t matter”

tony would either take a long, much needed nap or work until he crashed

one time he heard you blasting black sabbath in your room and opened the door to see you playing air guitar and he shut the door and cried

so proud

you wanted to go to school but you were a budding genius so he wanted to teach you himself

this would be around the time that tony went missing

which was traumatic for you and it didn’t seem like anybody cared

pepper was your godmother so she had to take care of you while he was away, but she was super busy and emotional about the whole thing

happy and pepper honestly acted like divorced parents shuttling their child back and forth

“it’s your day, happy! pick him up, i have to go to work!”

but eventually, tony found his way back to you and you cried really hard and there were snot bubbles and he tried to lighten the mood with jokes and he was like

“hey, i brought you some sand from my vacation!”

sir,,,, please

this mf started making a suit of armor and you didn’t think a thing of it

“can i help? can i help? can i help?”

lab assistant y/n reporting for duty

“sure, junior. grab me that screwdriver”

“flat or philips?”

“lets try flat, i gotta wedge this thing apart the old fashioned way”

you were learning so much

and he was really supportive of any idea you pitched

“we can give that a try, no problem!”

you hacked into the avengers initiative files bc you were curious about what agent coulson had to say

“dad, you would be such a cool superhero!”

“are you saying i’m not a superhero already? hellooo, single dad?”

“you’re not single! you have pepper!”

“dammit, you’re right i cant use that line anymore”

you started to DREAM of becoming an avenger

you thought you’d be able to get an in if your dad committed to it

“my dad’s an avenger” -you to everyone when youre trying to threaten them

“so, mr. fury, when can i become an avenger?”

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be 13 real soon”

“ask your dad”

honestly tony liked the idea of a father/son superhero team

but in practice?

“hey, y/n, sorry if i don’t tell you this enough, but i love you”

“love you too, dad”

the avengers seemed to enjoy your company

you still radiated stark energy, so that really hurt your likable-ness

“c-can i get your autograph?” -you to captain america

“not you too!” -tony

“shhh, dad, i’m talking to a celebrity”

tony is majorly offended

soon the avengers were your family, which was odd to get used to

lots happens in your life, that was for sure

every time you turned on the news it was something about an avenger

“dad...cnn says steve is a fugitive”

“sucks to be him” *eats toast*

tony makes u breakfast special :)

“want a pop tart?”

“sure...yeah, nat’s a fugitive too, it seems”

“she’ll be fine”

avengers tower was pretty cool, you and thor played ping pong together when you were there

“thor, if you use mjölnir as a paddle again you’re gonna kill me with a ping pong ball!”

you hung out at the malibu house a whole lot

theres a framed picture of the “Tony Stark: DILF” magazine cover on your wall

your friends were other rich kids

“y/n, you know all your friends are douchebags, right?”

“i am well aware”

you threw parties at said malibu house when tony and pepper were gone

“sir, there’s a disturbance at your home”

“which one, JARVIS?”

“malibu”

“shit, y/n’s there! what’s wrong?”

“see for yourself” *pulls up cameras*

“are you kidding me, JARVIS? you think i care if y/n’s trashing the house? you had me thinking he was being attacked or held hostage or something, jesus”

you programmed “the panic protocol” into JARVIS’s system without tony knowing, which can sense when tony has anxiety/panic attacks and figure out how to calm him

JARVIS sends you a notification if you aren’t in immediately vicinity, then he troubleshoots to find the best solution for tony until you can help

either music, counting, breathing reminders, water reminders, etc

“dad, everything alright?”

“im good, son! real good!”

eventually you found a good excuse for getting a suit

“dad, i think terrorist attacks warrant a need for armor...for my protection!”

“fine, we’ll develop a suit for you”

“no need! i already engineered one while you were busy, it’s downstairs”

“impressive. you’re grounded”

“nooo! unground me please!”

“fine, ungrounded”

youre one foot in the door becoming an avenger

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @lokihiddles // @frostedgiant // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs // @johnmurphyisbisexual // @teenwaywardasgardian // @pappydaddy // @captainshazamerica // @freya-xo // @ravenmoore14 // @purpleskiesstorm //

#tony stark #tony stark x child!reader #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark imagine #stark!reader #stark!son #iron dad #dad!tony #iron man x son!reader #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man x male reader #iron man imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

429 notes · View notes

symphonic-scream · 4 years ago

Text

Here's an expanded scene idea for soulmate Julix.

---

In this world you get your soulmate mark when you both "prove" yourself through an action, task, or promise. For many this can be as simple as a well thought out gift to someone you might care about, to a promise to be best friends forever becoming a sign of so much more. There really was no limit to the stories you'd hear of how marks could appear as everyone had their own way of expressing themselves.

Of course for Kim, he found that his prefered proof of love to be in challanges and dares. In his own words "what could be a better sign of love than to throw your whole self into a situation so ridiculous or embarrassing that it'll prove there's nothing you wouldn't do for someone."

Alix, on the other hand, felt that it was a little crazy to just challange random people to dares, or more often, have people give HIM the dares, but given that's how he discovered his bonds with both Ondine and Max, she couldn't really say it'd never work. Maybe that's why on what should have been a relatively stress-free day at the skate park, she was now having to deal with yet another of Kim's "Dare-athons" where he tried to get anyone and everyone to play the biggest games of dare and dare most people had ever seen.

They've been going at it for a while, and while there was a decent sized crowd enjoying the fun, most had already taken a turn a two, Alix herself even joining in if anyone tried directly challanging her. The only one who hadn't, or at the very least the only one Alix bothered noticing, was the tranquil goth teen sitting in the shade of a large black umbrella. Alix would never admit it to anyone, but she never help but notice the one girl most thought faded into the background. It might be the historian in her blood, but she couldn't shake the thought that girls like Juleka were the reason people carved statues.

Shaking herself free of those thoughts, she was glad the heat and sweat would hide the blush speeding across her face. Unfortunately it seemed she didn't free herself from her daydreams quick enough and the ever opertunistic Kim followed her line of sight right to Juleka. She could recognize that look in his eye that oh so perfectly matched the accompanied shit eating grin and like hell was she going to let the big lug, best friend or not, try and drag the goth into his shenanigans. So, she did the only thing she could think of, and beat him to the punch.

When she rushed over to the goth on her board, her only thought was to stop Kim, so she really wasn't prepared for what to do when was actually face to face with the girl. A face that was now looking at her own, crimson irises full of curiosity and Alix could only imagine was amusement.

"what's got you in a hurry to reach my little patch of shade, speedster?" Juleka asked her and it took Alix a moment to remeber how to speak.

"O-oh um , you've probably been watching the dares, and we'll... it looks like Kim noticed you haven't really tried yourself so I thought I'd probably ask you an easy one so Kim drag you into anything insane." Alix replied.

"Sounds like you really are a hero come to rescue me" Juleka chuckled at the shy and awkward energy coming from the normally bold girl. "So what does my rescuer recomend?"

Alix's brain short circuted for a moment as she scrambled for something she ask the goth to try, when the answer came to her the moment she looked down.

"Well... We are in a skate park, how about I teach you the basics on my board?" Alix said.

"Sure, could be fun" Juleka reached out her hand and Alix couldn't help the little jolt she felt touching Juleka's had as she pulled her up.

They spent the better part of an hour together like that. Alix flowed back into her natural rythym as she taught juleka the basics. Alix secretly prided herself on only slightly blushing everytime the two touched. When it felt like Juleka had all the basics down she surprised Alix with a challange of her own.

"it's only fair" Juleka replied to Alix's curiosity. "how about this, since you've been such a good teacher, let's test your lessons out. If I manage to land a trick all on my own, you answer one question of mine."

"What's the question?" Alix couldn't help but ask.

"there's no fun if I just tell you. Besides, there's something I want to test first."

Deeply curious but otherwise seeing now real problem with it Alix accepted the challange. Juleka began slow and steady, putting extra emphasis into the lessons Alix taught her. But then Juleka turned around and with a wink she began to speed up. The wind made her hair flow like a river of obsidian sand and like a gust Juleka flew twoards the ramps and half pipes and to the complete and utter shock to Alix, Juleka began to SHRED. Like a goddess of wheels juleka tore through the park and landed incredible stunts at every opportunity. Alix was stunned as she watched poetry in motion from the girl who would seldom utter a word. She lost track of time as she watched juleka up until the moment she returned.

"What was that?!" Alix shouted in disbelief and excitement.

"You've met Luka right? Bro had a massive skater phase and I learned how to skateboard to spend time with him" Juleka replied.

"that was amazing, but if you already knew how to skate then why didn't you say anything when I was teaching you?"

"couldn't resist the chance to spend some time with you, besides it was a good excuse for you to accept my challange" Juleka took Alix's hand in her own placed a small kiss on the back of it. From there a small glow appeared on the back of both of their hands and an image appeared, a large black unbrela and skateboard made of its shade. Alix couldn't breath as she looked up and saw the gorgeous smile on Juleka's face just radiating pure joy. "I think now is a good time to ask that question."

"O-oh and what's that?" Alix managed to ask as her heart beat like a drum.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

---

Ok so im not sure how good this came out as I think juelka came out a little ooc and there might be some typos from writing this late and on my phone but i hope you enjoy it.

THIS IS SO SICK IM SCREAMING I LOVE IT SO MUCH

#alix kubdel #juleka couffaine #julix #submission

19 notes · View notes

blue-maiden4 · 5 years ago

Text

Together Forever and Growing Pains

I'M IN LEGIT PAIN RIGHT NOW.

MY POOR BOY 😭😭

Anyways I'm gonna leave my thoughts on these episodes down here so spoilers right ahead:

-First of all: Ruby, Sapphire I know you tried to help, but dear Arceus proposing at the age of 16 IS NOT A GOOD IDEA AT ALL.

-Can we appreciate how handsome Steven looks on that shirt and suit? Damn he looks good on it 👀 (If he weren’t a minor I would marry him, but my heart already belongs to Leon so nevermind, pretend I said nothing)

-Rather than saying a straight 'no', Connie said 'not now', AND HONESTLY THAT'S SO SWEET AND IM DYING. And Steven's heartbroken face DESTROYED ME. I've never experienced such feeling but I can imagine how much it hurts. I really appreciate how Connie handled the situation in such a mature way, like she wanted to talk out things first and such. She is without a doubt Steven's soul mate ❤️.

-Watching Steven just laying on the sand while crying broke my heart in a million pieces, I felt your pain Steven, and it sucks that you have to go through this when you’re dealing with some heavy issues right now.💔

-"There isn't a future where you didn't proposed" I'm double dead now, the fact that no matter which time line they're on, Steven would propose to Connie. My heart 😭.

-Also I've seen some people asking why Steven is so worried of Connie leaving, like, he can just go visit her with Lion's help, but remember he can do the same with Lars and he acted the same way, so despite being able to visit them, the whole feeling that he's getting left behind is what is triggering these kind of reaction (or at least that's what I think).

-And remember, no matter how much you love a person, do not propose to them at the age of 16 (sorry I had to this xd)

Okay now moving onto Growing Pains aka the episode that destroyed me physically and emotionally:

-BOI Where do I even start with this one? Okay first, seeing Steven all depressed over Connie's rejection and just eating ice cream and all kinds of sweets as a coping mechanism hits home. And this is something people do in real life when they are going through a heartbreak. Poor boy he needs a hug.

-I would be lying if I said I didn’t scremaed the moment his body started growing our of nowhere, HOLY SHIT THE CORRUPTION THEORY IS SLOWLY BECOMING A REALITY. LIKE THAT SHIT STARTED AS SOME SORT OF JOKE, IT AIN’T FUNNY ANYMORE 😰.

-Connie being concerned about Steven and convicing him to see a doctor is the best thing ever. FINALLY SOMEONE THAT MAKES HIM SEEK HELP (Sort of)

-Okay, the fact Steven’s bones are fractured or broken is really worrying. Like, the only reason this kid isn’t dead is because of his healing powers is really messed up, and if we remember what happened in CYM, it makes sense why he was so weak and nearly dying, it was ‘cause his body was so damaged on the inside and the only things keeping together was his own gem half.

Seriously just look at all those cracks in his bones

-Also, the way Dr. Maheswaran explained how his body was constantly healing, yet it looked that mentally he hasn’t healed, that hit me like a truck. It also reminded of Pink Pearl, her gem showed no signs of damage, yet that crack on her eye was mostly due to the trauma she still had.

-The fact Steven is having the same side effect is just so....AGH I can’t even describe it, there’s no words that can say it.Seriously, he’s been through some heavy stuff since he was 13, with being so close to dying a million times, seeing loved ones die in front of him, his self doubt and existencial crisis due to Pink’s/Rose’s mistakes. That’s some serious and heavy shit, that surely was to have some effect on Steven at some point.

He’s been trying so hard to just forget about it and move on, but it’s not that simple. Those experiences are somthing that will haunt him forever until he adresses them properly. Also, the fact he tended to bottle up his emotions as a kid had also a role in all of this, he had to deal with this stuff on his own, he couldn’t talk to anyone about it, ‘cause he didn’t knew what else to do without becoming a burden.

-”What you haven’t told her?!”

DUDE, YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECTED CONNIE TO TELL HER MOM HOW YOU FRICKING PROPOSED TO HER? COME ONE, SHE IS OBVIOUSLY NOT GONNA TELL HER, SHE WOULD HAVE FREAK OUT AT THE IDEA OF 16/15 YEAR OLDS GETTING MARRIED FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE.

-Bruh, the moment he was starting to tear up, due to all the stress and pressure he was feeling at that moment. And the way he snapped out at Connie....oof, like I don’t blame him at all, but it broke my heart. The pain he was feeling at the moment...god...😭😭😭.

-Greg getting in there and comforting him, that’s what made me cry, the whole thing that Steven’s feeling like he’s always about to die, and how he’s supposed to be happy now that everyone is saved but just can’t....it hurted....a lot.

-And my respect and love for Connie and her mom increased here, not only she called the only person that could calm him down/help him, but they also treated Steven in way as to not alter him more and without judging. Seriously, I’m surprised Dr. Maheswaran, wasn’t like WTF the moment Steven started listing all of his traumatic experiences, instead she only explained how all of this gem stuff he’s been involved with has caused him so serious trauma.

-Now let me just say, that even though it is mostly th CG and Greg (to some degree, like the dude tried his best), we have to remember that the Gems have no idea about how a human body works, let alone how a mind of a person works. And it’s true that it wasn’t a good idea for Steven to move in with the Gems at such a young age, heck Greg is his father, he is supposed to take care of Steven and such, but considering the circumstances and that Steven is half-gem, he probably thought it was for the best, as he couldn’t teach him about gem stuff, probably the CG convinced him about this. Now, with the whole ‘they should have noticed or figured out something was wrong with Steven’, let me tell you one thing: that’s not how it works. Sure a parent should be able to tell when there’s something wrong their kid, but considering Steven became so dang good at avoiding the subject and bottling up his emotions (keeping them to himself), it practically impossible to tell when something is wrong. Parents aren’t physics, they can’t read our minds, so unless we are the ones that address the issue, there’s no other way they can’t find out about our problems. And that’s what happens in Steven’s case, and since they didn’t wanted to push him to talk about it, well, that makes it harder.

CONCLUSION:

THIS TWO EPS DESTROYED ME, SERIOUSLY THEY LEFT ME IN LITERAL PAIN.

I was expecting them to make me cry, but dear lord, they were such heavy episodes, they even suprassed Prickly Pair, which is an episode that also messed up with my emotions. But these two made me cry. They just hit so close to me.

I’m not sure I’m gonna survive til the finale (really one of the next week eps is called Fragments, and that doesn’t give me any good vibes)

NOW IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME, I WILL GO CRY IN A CORNER WHILE CURLED UP IN A BALL AS I LISTEN TO DEPRESSING MUSIC CAUSE I DON’T KNOW OF ANOTHER WAY TO COPE WITH THE PAIN.

#steven universe future #steven universe future spoilers #suf #well that sucks #steven universe #steven #I can't stop crying #MY POOR BOI #feelings #rambling over this boy #GODDAMNIT PINK LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO THIS CHILD #YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY SWEET BOY

173 notes · View notes

belligerently · 4 years ago

Text

walk with me 'neath the rising sky, we will make a choice for love and joy

pairing: bernie/serena rating: pg-13/light m summary: written for Jess Appreciation Day, this is for @ktlsyrtis because she deserves all the good things, and because there’s literally only one person i would have written this for, and it’s her.

s(he) was a stableboy, she was a girl, can i make it anymore obvious?

noble/commoner au (what time period is it in? how old are they? these are questions you don’t need to ask)

read the fic below the cut or via google doc

Horses are the thing Berenice loves most, in all the world. She makes any excuse to take her mother’s old mare out to the pasture, to the town center. She sits in the blacksmith shop while he shoes the horses that come in, keeps the horses calm, holds their faces with her hands, nuzzles against them.

“A shame yer a lass,” the blacksmith says one day, when she’s helping with a beautiful black yearling a calming hand against his neck, dark eyes staring into dark eyes. “Them up there at the manor are looking for a stableboy.”

“I’m not trained,” she says, her heart speeding up at just the mention of the position, at just the idea that she could work with horses.

“Not much trainin’ needed to shovel shit,” he says, holding the horse’s foot in one hand, hammer in the other. “All right, just hold ‘im.” Berenice presses her face to the horse’s cheek, breathing deeply the smell of hair and hay, lets herself live in the world where that’s all she has to think of.

She feels restless after the conversation, not ready to go home, feels like everything is jangling inside her, a plan half-forming in her mind as she walks. Without realizing, she finds her way to the edge of the manor property, right to the edge of their fields. She can see three horses grazing, one shaking its mane, a soft whinny carrying across the grass. Then a colt runs in front of the older horses, all gangly legs, whickering and circling, then stopping next to its mother.

Berenice could stare at them for hours. But the sun is setting, getting low in the sky, and her mother will be expecting her. Bread and stew for dinner, no doubt, Meager portions from her father’s salary, a few coins sent every month for guarding the borders. But it’s enough, and her work with the blacksmith, the occasional odd job around town, pay enough to supplement, to occasionally get sugar for cooking, or a new book to read aloud by the fire late at night. Her mother makes sweet rolls on Sundays, almost the same as the bread, in the end, but made all the sweeter by their rareness.

She fidgets in her chair at the table, an idea taken shape. There’s a bit of sadness tugging at her, the idea that this might be her last meal with her mother for some time, But there’s also a potential for her mother to live better, for Berenice to help, to do more. So she eats slowly, carefully, takes in her mother’s face, the wrinkles at her eyes, and she puts the bowls in the bucket, takes them out to the pump with her for rinsing, a scrub brush to get the flecks of stew off the sanded wood.

She also takes her mother’s shears from where they sit in the kitchen, used to cut vegetables, to do any number of household tasks that Berenice has never bothered to learn. She fills a pail with water, cold and crisp, and bends over to see her reflection, a long plait of hair spilling over her shoulder. Before she can change her mind, before she can think it all through, she takes the scissors to the nape of her neck, the braid falling to the ground, wisps of hair around her chin.

Her head feels lighter at once, almost bobbing up as the weight of her hair is lost. She doesn’t know if she looks like a boy anymore than she did before. With the scissors, heavy and indelicate, she tries to chop away at it, short enough there’s no way to tie it back. Good enough that someone not paying very much attention could think she was a member of the opposite sex.

It turns out to be surprisingly easy to get the position, once she turns up to the estate stables. The fact that she’s able to calm a horse with a quick pet to the nose, a soft whickering sound from her lips, that’s enough to impress the stablemaster.

“You look awful puny, but you’ve got a way about you, I’ll admit,” he grunts, and Berenice bites back a smile. She tells him her name is Bernard, and he just huffs. “Bernie’s good enough for the stables. You’re not a lord up there in the manor.”

Her first nickname, really.

The routine is simple. She wakes early and opens the stable doors, lets the horses out to the pasture. She mucks the stables for what feels like hours, her back sore, her arms getting stronger. New hay to lay out, bales to roll down from the loft. The same loft where she sleeps, a blanket and a pillow handed to her on her first evening. It’s warmer than she thought, the sounds of horses breathing telling her it’s safe, they’re all safe.

The stablemaster watches her push a bale out to the fields, sun high in the sky, and she knows she’s sweating through her thin shirt, that her breeches must smell foul. But he doesn’t say anything except, “There's more muscle to you than I thought.”

It’s as much of a commendation for her work as she can expect.

Occasionally members of the manor family come down for horses, and then Bernie is shooed away, told to bring the horses in from the pasture and then hide in the loft, or go back out to the field. She only sees the lord and lady from afar, their daughter joining them on a rare occasion. Sometimes she’s called in to help prepare horses for visiting guests, brushes them until their coats shine, saddles them up and then disappears.

The first time she meets one of the family is when the daughter comes to the stables unexpectedly, in the middle of the morning, when Bernie is still working with the rake, pulling mud and feces out of the stalls. She hears a delicate cough, straightens up, very aware of the streaks of mud on her face, of the odor that must be emanating from her.

When she meets the daughter’s eyes, she sees the slight wrinkle of the nose, the only sign that she’s not entirely comfortable in her current environment. Her skirts drag against the ground, and Bernie can see the hay stuck to the fabric, the mud encroaching on her clean shoes.

She almost curtsies, but catches herself in time to turn it into a low, awkward sort of bow. “Milady,” she says, gruffly, pitching her voice low. She almost hits her head on the wall of the stall, uses it to push herself back up, to hold onto as she feels nerves course through her body. She hasn’t had to talk to anyone, really, beyond another stableboy and the stablemaster. It feels like a test.

And the daughter is so pretty.

“No need for that, when it’s just you and me,” she says warmly, with a smile. “Serena is my name and it’s hardly ever used.” Her eyes are bright, dancing around. “Who are you? I haven’t seen you before.”

“Bernard. Ah, Bernie, ‘round here.” She props the rake against the stall door, stuffs her hands in her pockets, scuffs her foot against the floor. “Can I get your horse for you?” She feels like her whole face is on fire, like the scrutiny of this beautiful noble might make her explode. Serena nods, her lips still tipped up in an impish sort of grin, and Bernie runs a hand through her hair, aware of the ragged ends, the disarray. She never would have made a good impression, not even when she was dressed as a girl, well-washed and hair flowing over her shoulders.

At a half-trot, she makes her way out to the field, Serena’s horse in the far distance. She puts her fingers to her mouth, whistles, and every horse looks up, ambles towards her. Serena’s horse is beautiful, a pinto mare with a long brown mane and dark eyes that look human in their understanding. “There’s a girl,” Bernie says, when she’s close enough to touch. “Come on then, Elinor.” She wraps a few strands of mane around her fingers and leads her towards the stables.

Most of the stalls are clean, and that’s where she puts Elinor, brushing her out while Serena watches quietly from the other side of the door. Her head is tilted, her long brown hair touched by the occasional breeze, and Bernie steals glances whenever she can, notices new things every time. The cleft in her chin, the silver necklace at her throat, the sparkle in her eyes, the deft fingers plucking at a splinter in the wood next to her. Every little thing makes her heart clench, and Bernie doesn’t know what to do with it, has never felt it before.

When the blanket and saddle are on, everything buckled into place, Bernie hands Serena the reins, their hands grazing.

“Would you help me up?” Serena asks delicately, but Bernie can’t help but feel as if she’s being teased. She kneels down, makes a cradle from her hands and allows Serena to step on them, lifting her until she’s comfortably seated sidesaddle.

Bernie doesn’t miss that, enjoys the freedom the breeches give her, straddling a horse. She can go faster, longer, feels closer to the horse beneath her. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever go back. If she’ll ever want to. She doesn’t even know what’s next, after this. Will she stay in these stables forever? Will she be discovered? Punished in some unseemly way? There’s so much she doesn’t know, she just tries to think of the horses, of the present, of the life she has now.

Serena’s looking at her a little oddly, and maybe she’s been away with the fairies for too long. Bernie forces a smile to her thin lips, knows from her mother that she’s far from beautiful, and feels even less so in the presence of Serena, but her smile gets one in return, and that’s not nothing, as far as she’s concerned.

“Have a good ride, mil-Serena,” Bernie says, correcting herself at the mock-glare on the other woman’s face. With a gentle pat to Elinor’s rump, she helps guide Serena and her horse toward the open stable doors.

She hides when she sees Serena coming back, doesn’t know if she can take another encounter with the beautiful daughter of the lord of the estate. There are so many differences between them, a vast chasm that divides them. And it feels dangerous to let someone in, to be close.

She can hear Serena moving about in the stables below the loft, but doesn’t come down. Then she hears Serena’s soft sigh and a few moments later, sees her walking back up towards the manor, brown hair practically glowing in the sun, a halo shining against her tresses.

It becomes a bit of a pattern. Somehow Serena seems to know when Bernie is alone in the stables, always appears when the stablemaster is otherwise occupied, when Bernie’s alone with her work. There’s always a little edge to their conversations, like Serena has a joke she’s not telling Bernie, a laugh behind her eyes, a sparkle.

It makes a jolt run along under Bernie’s skin, like a bolt of lightning crackling down her spine. She looks forward to and fears the interactions in equal measure, feeling like she’s teetering on a knife’s edge and doesn’t know which way she’ll fall.

Serena tricks her, in a way, and they become friends without Bernie even realizing. Serena leaves books at the base of the loft ladder, when she learns Bernie can read. She asks how Bernie is doing, how she’s feeling, and seems to really care about the answer. Her fingers trail along Bernie’s arm when she’s moving past her in the stable. They are friends and they are something else, and Serena doesn’t know who Bernie really is.

That’s what worries her, underneath it all, that she’s lying to Serena, in a way. What Serena will think if she learns. And the only way Bernie knows to solve this problem is to shut off communication, to put distance between them. She spends an evening saying goodbye to all the things about Serena that she appreciates.

She says goodbye to Serena’s cleft chin, to those shimmering eyes, to the gently curling tresses. She says goodbye to the fluttering eyelashes. She says goodbye to her soft chuckle, to the way her lips quirk when she speaks with a double meaning. She bids farewell to Serena and hopes her thoughts may carry up to the manor, because she could never say goodbye to Serena’s face.

When Serena appears one afternoon, Bernie anxiously wipes her sweaty palms against her stained breeches. Serena makes a joke, and Bernie forces herself not to laugh.

“Mud in your ears?” Serena asks, craning around Elinor’s neck to see Bernie’s face but she just sucks her head away, gets the tack ready in silence. “Is everything all right?” she asks, moving closer to Bernie, and Bernie takes a step back, drapes the reins across Elinor’s saddle.

“Just fine, milady,” she says, and doesn’t meet Serena’s eyes. But she doesn’t miss the hurt look on the woman’s face, the way she hooks the stool with her foot rather than asking Bernie for help with mounting the mare. And then she rides off in silence, doesn’t even look back once.

It hurts, but it’s what’s right, and that’s what makes her heart ache all the more.

Serena doesn’t come back to the stables. Bernie doesn’t see her, even from afar. Weeks go by, and her life goes back to what it was when she came to the manor, a mundane routine of rote tasks, the same for one day as the next, little conversation to pass the time, no surprises at all.

On a warm day in the spring, Serena and her parents arrive at the stables, and, as is always the case, Bernie is shooed outside, away, too grimy to be seen by people in fancy clothing, too uncouth for the people who live in the manor. These moments are nice, though, for as few and far between as they are, moments where Bernie can enjoy the horses, enjoy the nature around her, unclouded by tasks and to-dos.

She nuzzles her nose against Dom’s forelock, breathes in the scent of him, and he exhales softly, her hair fluttering in the breeze. She hears a whinny, a little in the distance, and looks down towards the stables, sees Serena standing there, looking at Bernie, a gloved hand shading the sun from her eyes. She hasn’t seen her in so long, and the time apart has not made her any less lovely.

She half-wonders if Serena will call out to her, but there’s nothing, and Bernie can only think of how much she misses the sound of Serena’s voice. Someone must say something inside the stable, because Serena turns, goes into the dark interior, and doesn’t look back. Dom nudges Bernie with his nose, a push against her shoulder, velvety soft and gentle.

“Yes, yes, I didn’t forget about you,” she murmurs to him, pressing her lips to his face. She pulls an apple from her pocket and holds it out, fresh-picked that morning, and his lips and teeth are wet as he takes it from her hand.

She only leaves the field and Dom when the family have left on their ride, sauntering down the manor path, to the forest, and Bernie tries not to think of Serena’s sun-dappled hair, of the way she sits so tall and proper, never wavering in the knowledge that she is everything she should be.

It’s later that day, when the sun is setting, and Bernie is closing stall doors, lining them with fresh hay for the night, that she hears the footsteps she has come to know instinctively as Serena’s. She turns at the sound, and sees her there, a lantern in hand, hair loose about her shoulders, her nightgown and shawl pale and stark in the darkened barn.

She’s about to bow, to curtsy, something, because of the shock of seeing Serena has overtaken her senses, the word “milady” already forming on her lips, when Serena speaks first.

“You saw me.” It’s the first time she’s heard that voice in ages, and she tries not to feel staggered with relief. It’s still so husky and lovely, the way the blacksmith’s wine feels slipping down her throat. Serena says the words without a question, they both know what happened.

“You were the one watching,” Bernie answers gruffly, patting Raf’s head, brushing back his mane, hears Fletch whickering to him from the next stall over. Serena’s hand on Bernie’s shoulder makes her movements halt, makes her freeze in place. It’s the first deliberate touch, real and true, without the guise of reins or tight space, or whatever they were fooling themselves by thinking.

Serena’s hand tips Bernie’s face towards her own, her fingers so delicate. She seems all the more lovely for the flickering candlelight on her face, her skin warm, alight in the dark, her eyes all the more sparkling. She doesn’t say anything else, just looks at Bernie with those brown eyes for a long moment, something Bernie can’t quite fathom dancing behind them.

And then she leans forward and presses a kiss to Bernie’s lips. It’s chaste and short, but for all that, it still sets Bernie on fire, blazing on down through to her fingertips. “Oh,” Serena says, seemingly as poleaxed as Bernie feels. It seems she’s about to lean in again, but Bernie steps back, her heel hitting a water pail, a clanging noise halting the quiet horse murmurs.

“I, uh, there’s something I have to take care of,” she says, the words sounding unconvincing to her own ears, her cheeks bright red, and she knows they’d be warm to the touch, forces herself not to think about Serena touching her face again, those delicate hands, free from callus and wear, gentle against Bernie’s sun-soaked skin.

She climbs the ladder, fumbling in the dark because she doesn’t have her wits about her enough to take a lantern of her own, just Serena’s bobbling light from below to guide her. Bernie leans against a hay bale, head tilting back, straw poking against her neck. Trying to slow her heart, slow her breath, she closes her eyes and tells herself to be calm. Tells herself not to be afraid of this, even though it’s the very thing she feared most.

She doesn’t move again until she hears a soft, “Good night, Bernie,” from below, and the sound of Serena’s retreating feet, the barn left in darkness once again.

Only a week passes before Serena appears again, this time in the afternoon, when Bernie is alone in the stable. Apparently still in possession of the gift for finding the time when no one else is about. She acts as if they never lost time, leaning against the door of an empty stable and watching Bernie. She tells her a story of her tutor trying to woo the newest maid, of how he tripped and nearly got the tap from the water pump outside the kitchen stuck in his rear.

She makes Bernie laugh so easily, and that sound is so foreign, even to her own ears, except in the company of this woman. She thinks of Serena’s bravery, of the way she leaned forward, and it’s enough to spur her into asking:

“Why’d you kiss me?”

Serena’s smile deepens the brackets around her mouth, and her eyes look like they’re lit from a light source of their own. She stands, moves toward Bernie again, and it’s all so familiar and still heart-wrenchingly new and Bernie feels as if she’s been rolled from a turnip cart, ass over tea kettle, not knowing which way is up. Serena is close enough that Bernie can feel her breath, those soft exhalations.

“Because you’re handsome,” she says, her fingers ghosting against Bernie’s hair, shaggy and unkempt, “because you make me smile. Because my horse likes you. Why’d you run away?” She presses forward, some unimagined rid of steel at her back and Bernie would never want to argue with her, knows she would lose in an instant.

She swallows, tries to find the words to say, and all that comes out is an ech of Serena. “Because you’re beautiful. Because you make me nervous. Because I like your horse.” Her smile is small, and there’s the unspoken tenor of her worry about employment, about the coins she’s given once a month, the coins she sends to her mother. “I don’t want to have to leave,” she adds quietly, ducking her face down, wondering if a true man would ever voice these hidden fears, if perhaps her mask is already slipping.

“You won’t,” Serena promises, and she sounds so sure. Bernie envies the conviction in her voice, threaded through with the same steel that runs down her spine. When she steps forward this time, Bernie knows what to expect, and this time, when she kisses Bernie, Bernie kisses back.

She’s been kissed by boys in the village, alternatingly gruff and teasing, but never real, and that’s what is different, the wanting that makes Bernie slide her tongue between Serena’s lips, that makes her push Serena back up against the stable door, that makes her hands tangle into Serena’s hair.

It’s just as silky and soft as Bernie might have imagined, slipping through her fingers. She feels as if she’s gasping for breath and Serena is the air she needs. It’s like the time she fell through a hole in the ice on the lake near town and her fingers scrabbled and clawed at anything, trying to get a firm hold on something that would help her.

That’s how kissing Serena feels, like the only thing that will save her.

When they part, Serena’s cheeks are flushed, pretty and pink, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips, her eyes dark and full of want, and maybe even need, and Bernie feels a monster uncurl in her stomach, desire rearing its head.

“Lady and a commoner. Doesn’t seem like a good match,” she says, casting her eyes downward, because if there were ever a time to protect herself, it should have started months ago, but now is as good as ever.

“It’s the only match I’m interested in,” Serena says, reaching for Bernie, those slender fingers touching the sleeve of Bernie’s tunic, but she steps away from her grasp, backwards toward the center of the barn.

“We can’t,” she says, and Serena tilts her head, looks as if she’s considering something, making a decision and Bernie isn’t even sure what the options are.

“Don’t shut me out,” is what she finally says. “I’ll live like a nun in your presence, chaste and pure, only let me still be your friend.” The words are a plea, and Bernie can hear the quiet desperation, thinks for the first time that while she has the horses and the whole of the outdoors as her home, Serena has none of that, a lonely existence inside a stately home.

“Friends,” Bernie says, offering her hand to shake, resisting the impulse to spit on her palm, the way she did years ago with the boys she grew up with, trading buttons for shiny stones.

Serena’s hand slides along Bernie’s, and her touch is deliberate, her face serious, and she clasps Bernie’s hand tightly. Bernie thinks she’ll remember Serena’s expression for as long as she lives.

And they’re both true to their word. Serena still visits, as often as she ever did, maybe more. She says she’s still almost running out of excuses to disappear from the house in the afternoons, that when the weather turns cold, it will be even harder to escape. “Imagine, I tell them I want to do my sewing outside and I can see my own breath. I’d come back an icicle.”

Bernie is tempted to offer to keep Serena warm, but she thinks that’s against their agreement, against what’s good for them both. So she just smiles and says, “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

Serena starts bringing Bernie books again, and then starts reading aloud while Bernie curries the horses. Her voice carries through the barn, and Bernie even notices one of the boys that’s in charge of fetching and carrying for them lingering to listen to the stories. It makes the day go by, makes the world seem larger and more wonderful.

When Serena can only escape in evenings, when dinner is eaten and the sun is disappearing, she comes with a lantern and climbs the ladder to the loft, skirts gathered in her hand. Bernie’s there to help her up the last few inches, to hold the light as a guide. She drapes her blanket over a bale of hay to keep Serena’s skirt clean, and thinks that she looks a pretty as a painting, perched upon the hay.

It smells sweet and clean in the loft, and Bernie boasts that she can tell which horse is which, just from their snores, their exhalations of breath, and Serena laughs at that, says she’s going to test Bernie some time.

Her face is relaxed and open, carefree, and when her laugh mingles with Bernie’s soft chuckle, the small smile that’s become wider, more brave, over the last few months stretches across her face. And because she wants to, because she can’t help herself, she leans in and kisses Serena, kisses her smile like she might capture that joy for her own.

Relief washes over her when Serena kisses back.

It’s a novel experience, to do this while seated next to each other. She has more leverage, she has more to hold herself up when her limbs feel weak from pleasure.

Serena, too, seems to feel a certain freedom here too, her hands traveling along Bernie’s neck, her shoulders, into her golden hair. Bernie feels a pang when she thinks of a world where Serena could have braided her hair, run her fingers through the long blonde strands. She hasn’t seen herself in anything but the reflection of water in the horse trough, knows how shaggy her hair is, how unkempt, and she’s been using a bit of leather to tie it back, thinks perhaps she needs to find some scissors in the storeroom.

All thoughts fly from her head when Serena’s teeth bite gently against Bernie’s lower lip, when her tongue slips into Bernie’s mouth. It’s heavenly, like the softest velvet, and she wants to bury herself in feeling. She’s lost in sensation, in action, logic and reason gone from her mind. Serena’s hands slide underneath Bernie’s tunic, her fingertips warm, but leaving goosebumps in their wake.

And then she freezes, stops, pulls away, and Bernie flushes beet red, can’t believe her carelessness. Serena’s hands found the binding around Bernie’s breasts, the strip of cloth she took from her mother’s house and has worn every day since.

“Were you injured?” Serena asks, tentative, unsure, like she wasn’t being gentle enough, like perhaps she thinks she’s made an injury worse. Bernie shakes her head automatically, before she can even think of a lie. This evening that began so innocuously now feels of paramount importance.

The friendship they’ve built, the companionship, this bond. Bernie can’t lie any longer, can’t go a moment more without telling the truth. Her face still pink, from exertion, from nervousness, from embarrassment, she pulls the tunic up over her head, lays it aside on the floor of the loft, baring herself in the candlelight.

Serena looks at her questioningly, her fingers twitching like she wants to touch, from curiosity or desire, Bernie isn’t sure, has to quell the feeling that rises up at the thought of their bare bodies pressed together. Slowly, Bernie begins to undo the wrapping, shame fading away in the face of the gravity of the moment. She’s never shown herself to anyone, only her mother and any horses that happened to be watching while she swam naked in a pond in the forest.

“You’re. You’re not a man,” Serena says, her voice not tinged with disgust, as Bernie feared, but wonder, a tentative excitement. And butterflies begin to take roost in Bernie’s heart, a feeling like hopefulness. And then Serena reaches for Bernie’s pale skin, still untouched by the sun, even for all the days spent in the field. Serena’s delicate, gentle fingers touch just below her breasts, touch the space in the center of her rib cage.

“I’m not,” she says, her hand coming up to hold Serena’s hand against her skin. The air feels warmer, like it’s holding more weight for them in this moment.

Serena doesn’t say anything, just looks at Bernie with that considering look that Bernie’s come to know so well in the last year.

“You’re not,” she says again, finally,, and this time, she leans forward to kiss Bernie, her hands purposeful and sure as they travel along Bernie’s bare skin. And she is sure as she lets Bernie pull at the ties of her dressing gown, and she is sure as Bernie lays her out against the hard floor of the loft.

Neither of them are sure about what they’re doing, neither of them experienced with a man, much less a woman, beyond what they know of their own bodies. But Bernie discovers the warm wetness between Serena’s legs, and sees the way her head tilts back, her eyes glassing over in pleasure. It’s a sight Bernie will never forget, as long as she lives.

The late night visits become commonplace, and they learn what is good, what stokes the fire best between them. When Serena decides to try placing her mouth on Bernie, right there, beside her thigh, Bernie feels as if her head might burst from the sheer magnificence of it. Her tongue is wonderful in Bernie’s mouth, and Bernie will never tire of it. But her tongue between her lower lips is another sensation entirely, and Bernie thinks a new galaxy will be born from the feeling that exploded inside her.

Serena finds other ways to help, appearing one afternoon with scissors from her dressmaker, and stands behind Bernie, her breasts grazing Bernie’s shoulders, and trims her hair, wisps of blonde catching in the breeze and floating away. She whispers to Bernie that she’s going to cut a lock of her hair to put in a necklace, to keep her always close.

Along with the scissors, Serena brings more fabric for Bernie to tie around herself, softer material, lighter, even helps her wrap it on occasion, when she’s spent too much time in the loft.

She also tries to think about what’s next, coming up with solutions, endless ideas of how they might be able to live out their lives together. Perhaps Bernie could disappear for a month, come back as a prospective lady in waiting. But they both know that’s not the life for her. She just wants to work with horses and to be with Serena, the only two things in the world that matter to her. She tries to reassure Serena that they can meet in the stables, that this is enough, that it can be enough. She thinks she’s trying to reassure herself, too.

“We could just...ride away,” Serena says one night, the flame from the candle casting shadows about her face. She reaches out and tucks a short strand of blonde hair behind Bernie’s ear. She never seems to get her fill of touching Bernie. “We take Elinor and we go.”

It’s tempting, so tempting. Her words are lined with hope, and Bernie can imagine the press of Serena’s back as they ride together, their bodies moving with the horse. “You couldn’t leave your family,” she says, because for all that Serena escapes to the stables, Bernie hears the love for her mother, for her sister, threaded through her words and in her stories.

“I would, for you,” Serena says earnestly, pressing her lips to the hollow in Bernie’s collarbone.

“We have this,” Bernie says softly, “and it’s good.” And she thinks, perhaps, that they have a someday. When Serena takes over the estate, when she can live the life she chooses. There’s a future for them, in this world. She can feel Serena’s eyelashes flutter closed against her chest and presses a kiss to the top of her head.

She’ll wake Serena before morning, and they can watch the sun rise before she leaves. They have this.

#ktlsyrtis #jess appreciation day #save a horse ride a campbell

59 notes · View notes

voidselfshipp · 4 years ago

Text

Tender heart

Ok to rb

Cw:violence, underwater scene and food ment.

Jerico yawned stretching on the bed,her foot hits someones legs and she quickly snaps around.

Luckily wamai hasnt woken up yet.

She sighed figuring she must of have Fallen asleep while talking to him.

She couldnt quite place it,bit when talking to the kenyan Man there was something about his voice that was just so comforting, and it felt like home.

She stood up out of bed, a familiar sensation of claws appeared on her shoulder signaling that sunshine was awake.

Jeri opens the blinds, the perks of working here is that she gets a beautiful view of the sea.

Hearing the bed rustling she smiles as the Man Turned to face her still asleep.

"Cute"she thinks to herself as she walks to her closet,trying to make the smallest ammount of noise possible as to not wake up the Man.

She takes her trusty turtle neck sweater and some other clothes and pair of combat boots to then sneak out the door and walk to the showers.

She took maybe an hour in the shower,figuring by now that ngugi would be awake and gone.

Nope,hes still asleep.

Jer found it both amusing and cute, she sat besides him softly stroking his curly hair.

--hey ngugi, wake up--she said softly,the Man grunts and opens his eyes.

Her hand retreats from his hair and she smiles.

--morning--his voice is deep and raspy, he sits up stretching and making his neck pop--what hour is it?

--Its like...six am , why?

The Man quickly jumps out of bed--Ive got to go quickly! Kali is going to kick my ass if I dont get there right now

Jerico stood up giggling at the sudden informalness of wamai, putting a hand on his shoulder--First you need a shower and some food,hurry your ass up and meet me at the cafeteria--the Man stutters an excuse- ah-ah no ifs and or buts, shower and food first

She pats his chest playfully and walks outside with her eagle flying behind her.

The kenyan Man looks away and chuckles to himself, she surely was interesting.

While jerico waited for ngugi she sat there on the cafeteria with a couple of books and some paperwork.

--¿en que estamos trabajando?--(what are we working on?) She smiled at the familiar accent.

--Nada boludeces del trabajo(nothing just some silly work things).

Flores chuckles,resting his head on his hand-- tenes una pinta de cansada (you look tired)

Jeri nodded stretching-- odio tener que levantarme temprano boludo--(I hate having to wake up early dude)

He nodds in agreement, And they talk for a bit, shed laugh at his jokes and he would at hers, with the ocasional flirting in between.

Wamai however did not find this amusing as the second he entered the cafeteria he heard jeris laughs,his blood seemed to boil as he noticed who was with her.

--Im sorry but this spot Is taken--he said slamming a hand on the table.

--Hey Man--santiago said--we just talkin' a Man cant talk with his friend?

Another stern look forced the Argentine Man to leave,not before winking at jerico and patting her arm--bueno me rajan, me voy preciosa--(aight,theyre throwing me out, goodbye beautiful) he said walking away.

She giggles turning to wamai--Jeez jealous much ngugi?

Wamai sighs--My apologies I.. I dont know what took over me

Jeri shakes her head with a soft smile-- its okay, it was rather cute, but go get your food come on

After eating breakfast both went to their responsabilities.

--Bueenas!--(hello!)she said walking to Zero who was happy to see her.

--Hey, youre here what took ya so long?

She shrugged pulling her fluffy jacket closer,it was a rather windy day.

--Come here--he opened his jacket and she hid under it.

--Thanks

--Dont mention it

At one point jerico herself had to train, under her sweater was a sports top.

Now maybe it was the fact that she didnt sleep that well, maybe the fact that she had her mind in the clouds,but she was getting her ass handed to her in hand to hand combat.

This came with the sassy remarks of kali as jeri called it a day and was putting her sweater and blazer back on.

--If thats how her father trained her, I cant imagine how himself must be, a miracle he didnt die on the Battlefield

Jers hearing was somewhat supernatural, because for starters she wasnt one-hundred percent human.

She grunted trying to Keep her composture picking up her bag with sunshine perched on her shoulder.

Another sassy remark came as she Walked past jaimini--all those medals her father has? They are worthless,how did he let his daughter go into the military?, she inst built for this.

She Turned around walking to kali--the fuck you said to me?

Wamai who was running on the threadmill approached both women.

The other operators, specially smoke and mute took a look at what was happening.

--Im just saying that you and your father arent military material--jamini said-- you got your ass handed to you,If this is how the von-terras fight then its a miracle you made it this F--

She didnt finish because jerico punched her right on the nose, smoke and mute jump in keeping her from kicking kalis ass.

Wamai holds back his boss who looks at jerico in surprise.

--talking shit about me? I dont mind, but dont you ever, EVER talk about my father like that,Next time I wont be too kind,sushine nos vamos (we're leaving)

The eagle flied behind her owner, she should probably get her bloody knuckles checked,but that didnt matter at the moment.

Harry would totally hear about that fight one way or another, but that wasnt important right now.

She sat there in her Office looking at the painting of her dad and her when she was young.

How old was she?,she cant recall the exact number but she does remember that painting.

She smiled as the sunrays hit the painting.

--i hope im not interrupting anything-- Zero said.

--Not at all Sam, what happened?

The Man sat infront of her--Harry got Word of what happened during training, hes letting this one pass because you were justified, he'll talk with kali and he recomended you take the Next two days off

--And you came all this way for that?

Fisher stood up and Walked over to her giving her a quick hug.

She hugged back--Thanks..I really needed it

--And another thing, youre Burning up

Jer nodds lifting her hands from her desk in order to not literally set it ablaze.

The only three people that knew about jericos "identity" were Harry,Sam and ash.

She did as she was told and at night she went for a swim in the beach.

The water sizzled as she entered all the rage dissipated in the water as she quietly sings to herself.

She felt a pair of arms hugging her from behind--may I join you?

She chuckled and softly elbowed wamai on the stomach --Yeah you May

Both talk quietly,trying to avoid the topic of todays fight, even then they were still Friends.

--Hey wanna see something cool?--She asked

--uh...sure?

--follow me!-- she dived under the water and he did the same, they were far off the shore, walking on the sand.

Wamai was puzzled at the fact that she wasnt holding her breath but rather...breathing underwater.

Its the same thing that always catched his attention, she seemed to be super human almost

Hes about to say something but then a soft glow catched his attention what ngugi saw he couldnt Belive.

Massive fishes of every color,they glowed Giant octopi casually swiming above them.

And a song, he couldnt hear the words,but It came from the sea, he felt the beat in his whole body, as if the Ocean was speaking to him

Jerico let him walk around the fish for a bit, finding the cuteness of his Curiosity endearing.

But eventually they had to leave.

They Swim back to the shore.

--Wasnt that cool?

--How did you knew about that? How come i never saw any of that while diving?

Jer giggled putting a hand on his shoulder--Sometimes things dont want to be seen

She offered her hand and he took it walking close to her with her head on his shoulder..

They arrived to the dormitories--And...wamai one thing..

--Yeah?

--Nor kali, or anyone can know about what you saw, got it?

He nodded, and softly stopped jerico from leaving, taking her hand--Thanks for showing me that...its nothing like I ever seen..

He took some steps forward, and so did she.

He leaned in and she did the same.

Jerico cups his cheeks and kisses him, he kissed back tilting his head, leaning a bit.

They press their foreheads togheter.

--Ill see you later then?

He nodds kissing her again--sweet dreams jerico

--Sweet dreams ngugi

When she got to her room she collapsed on the bed sighing like a fool in love.

Sunshine curled besides her,looking at her owner with a smug smile.

Jer rolled her eyes softly passing out minutes after.

#tw//violence #tw:violence #thalasophobia cw #cw thalassophobia #food ment #ngugi/wamai #💙me traes loco💙#sam/zero #🦉💙shot straight to my heart💙🦉

4 notes · View notes

flusteredmountainman · 5 years ago

Text

Since a bitch got sent one (1) ask only about. my ask meme that I created lol I’m going to go through and answer B) all of them bc i can... its selfcare.....

First 3 answers above the cut, other 47 below lmfao

Favourite of the main 6? I think the title of my blog speaks for itself lol

Least favourite of the main 6? Garbage stink piss man (Lucio)

Which of the main 6 do you want to slap the most? The aforementioned piss man but.... also kjaenfjkfea at times. Julian very badly because he’s just Like that but he’d probably enjoy that unfortunately

Which of the main 6 have the most similar interests to you? (favourite colour, flower, food, drink, season, hobbies etc.) Portia tbh!!! She’s a very sweet spring girl and I also have a fairly similar personality to her.

Who has the most tragic backstory? Mmmm.....muriel.......... I mean everyone has a pretty sad past but Muriel’s really is something else. The man is Heavily traumatised and I desperately want to give him a hug :(

Favourite side character? Mazelinka.... adopt me challenge kjaefkjnaf. i cant stop thinking about “goat bitch” what a fucking icon

Favourite animal friend? Faust!!!! shes a good girl!!!

Best/worst of the courtiers? fuck i dont remember any of their names but valerius is. hot basard. worst is vlastomil hands down im kinkshaming anyone who wants to fuck the worm

Fuck, marry, kill (asker’s choice) Well skajfnkajf I’ve shot myself in the foot but. TBH its like. Marry Muriel, fuck everyone else, kill Lucio (full disclosure I only just finished julians upright ending and haven’t played Nadia’s yet so this may change except for wanting to marry Muriel and kill Lucio lol)

Romance or fluff? (Muriel) Fluff!!!!! Muriel deserves all the affection in the whole wide world. He gets sick? Bundle him up in furs by the fire and cuddle up into him with a good book. You look at him once? he blushes. it really doesnt get fluffier than that ++ a lot of his character arc in general is going to be.... letting himself trust you............. which is. so fucking wholesome

Wild night out or quiet night in? ( Muriel ) Quiet night in lmfao. We’d just hang out inside drinking hot chocolate and talking until we fell asleep propped up against the wall in his tiny house having completely lost track of time.

Adventure or domesticity? ( Muriel ) I wanna say adventure because. I love travelling! I love going out and trying new things! And Muriel very does Not but I feel like getting him out of his comfort zone would do him some good! Starting small would probably be best, like maybe a tramp or going camping once in a while, then building up to bigger trips to other cities once you’ve convinced him you’ll both be ok as long as you’re prepared.

Cute date to the aquarium/zoo/park or elegant dinner date? ( Muriel ) I already answered this one B) I said: “ Definitely somewhere casual!!! I feel like he’d be most at ease somewhere like the park on a sunny day! Pick a nice grassy spot by a creek and bring a basket and have a really nice, chill picnic, and have a nap together in the early afternoon sun. Go for a walk after and talk about Plants (because i. am a biology student lol) and generally just have a really relaxing time. Give the man a flower? Tuck it behind his ear? and he’d die kjnaefjnaej. Alternatively….. aquarium………. “

Coffeshop AU, high-school/college AU or modern AU? Give a headcanon about the one you chose jnakfjkjaf coffe shop AUs are so cliched but I actually love them for the settings of meetcutes. You meet Muriel when he’s on his rounds as a part time dog walker around the block and you barrel straight into him coming out of the shop when you’re checking an email, spilling the (now cold) remnants of your beverage all over him. You apologise profusely and he shrugs it off, blushing over your fussing and awkwardly tries to excuse himself. You insist on helping him finish his walk with All these dogs, anyway, you like dogs so it’s no trouble, and he begrudgingly agrees to finish the interaction sooner. You end up having a nice chat with him and notice in the weeks after that he starts coming by the shop without the dogs during the times you’re usually around, even though he doesn’t drink coffee. Your conversations with him during these short interludes quickly become the highlight of your day, and you start to suspect, eventually, that he feels the same :)

If (Muriel) turned up on your doorstep at midnight covered in blood, how would you react? Well I’d clean it off.... of .......course............. 👀👀👀

You’re stranded on a desert island; which 2 of the main 6 do you want with you? Muriel of course not only because I adore him but he’s. also a mountain man. Handy. And Asra because hes a good good magic boy and can make sand into water so.... handy. also asra is just an incredibly blessed person so kajefnkjaef

If your apprentice could go back in time and change one thing before the events of the game, what would it be? lucios birth :^)

You’re sick; who do you want to take care of you and why? I think I’m becoming predictable but. Muriel kjaefnkjafnjf you took such good care of him so it’s only fair that he should return the favour. He’s got a surprisingly good bedside manner and is generally just very gentle. Cooks eggs and grumbles that you should be taking better care of yourself but when you say thanks for all his help he blushes and kinda. stands up slightly straighter bc hes secretly happy he can Help

If you were trapped in an elevator with one character for 8 hours, who would you want it to be and why? Jojaefafjoafe ok so. Porbably Portia because she seems 1. one of the least likely to panic and 2. Would have fucking great conversation the whole time.

Give a headcanon about Nadia She loves romcoms!!!! She would never ever admit it to anyone though, but she’s a huge sucker for romance stories in general. Cries at the end of mamma mia. Uses it as an excuse to snuggle all the way into your shoulder.

Give a headcanon about Asra He’s extremely lactose intolerant but he eats it anyway bc hes Chaotic and gives 0 fucks about how bad his guts feel afterwards, the cheese was Worth it dammit (and I say this bc thats also me kjaenfnef)

Give a headcanon about Julian Had a brief stint in his teen years where he unironically identified as sapiosexual

Give a headcanon about Portia She loves playing with hair/having her hair played with! Catch her falling asleep with her head in your lap as you weave your fingers through her hair.

Give a headcanon about Muriel I also already answered this one!: “ He’d be really into gardening if he knew how! Catch me digging up all the dirt around his house and planting herbs, flowers (*cough* forgetmenots *cough) and other medicinal plants, and some strawberries for when spring comes! “

Give a headcanon about Lucio Unironically identifies as sapiosexual now even though he’s a huge dumbass himself

Give a headcanon about a side character/the apprentice (asker’s choice) Nadia’s dad gets pegged

Give a popular opinion that you disagree with People calling Muriel a dom. have you. looked at this man. I have to laugh

Give an unpopular opinion Lucio sucks lol

Tarot or zodiac? Zodiac!!! Mostly bc I know exactly 0 things about tarot, I appreciate the aesthetic tho!

What is your patron major arcana? Oh worm I just looked at all the explanations in the wiki and tbh. The empress uh. dragged me with how much I ID with that (both reversed and upright) so akejfkjfae thats mine

Upright or reversed ending? Upright

Ot3? Me x muriel x asra (muriel has 2 hands and 2 tiny partners)

Brotp? jakjefnkanfe i love. portia and julians sibling banter. the good shit

Favourite non-apprentice-based ship? asriel............................. till i die............. (pordia is also fucking god tier)

Is the apprentice you, or your OC? thats just me bich kajefnkjnafe we living our best self indulgent lives

Tell me about your Apprentice(s) im a big bi mess and i would die for muriel and thats it really

Favourite piece of worldbuilding lore? already answered: “ I really love how much of a shithole Vesuvia is kjbanefknaefk like. No formal process of trial/law? Public executions just being how people Do things? someone fucking help this city lmfao”

Favourite background/location? ok i really love nopal bc of all the cacti but tbh like. really anywhere theres a lot of cool nature? the forest is fucking good

The Forest or Nopal? bring the cacti from nopal to muriel’s hut in the forest and it’s perfect

The Palace or the shop? thheeee shop. i like the palace but i think id get Overwhelmed not being able to just. be in my own space a lot lol

The Rowdy raven or the library? the library with a healthy amount of alcohol lol.

Favourite sprite?

43. Favourite character design? I !!!!!!!!! really. love Asra’s design bc of its howl callback but all the designs r fucking cool 44. Best masquerade outfit? Nadia’s..... glamorous..... 45. Best scene? Muriel. hugging. faust you and asra. hes so fucking wholesome ill cry...... or just straight up both of his books akjenfkjafn 46. Worst Scene? Honestly any containing lucio 47. Favourite song on the soundtrack? I love Crowd hammer! (predictable) but also memory 48. Best tale/bonus content? I dont remember names im terrible but i/ love the muriel one ofc kjneafkjn 49. Best CG?/ 50. Favourite memory?

#muriel #its not. an ask but imma tag it that way #asks #hcs #it speaks #nadia #lucio #julian #portia #asra #jaye writes

6 notes · View notes

abloomntime · 4 years ago

Text

A Bloom In Time Ch33

(Im sorry if my description of Conductor's train isn't the best. Im just going by what was in the game. Also reference to Conductor's and DJ Grooves's storybook from the game by having one of the judges be the puffin movie director they watched as kids.)

It was time.

After months and months of careful planning acting and her getting butterflies in her stomach. Her debt was finally repaid. Well maybe I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself let's all start back in the beginning. Poppy was confused as too why Snatcher left when he insisted on being there but when asked Hazelle shrugged and probably just had something he wanted to do. Which was a bit weird but none the less she had to on without him. Mr. Grooves decided it was time the crew started rehearsing with the costumes on since by this point they could practically go through all the moves and lines without them and thought it was better they started practicing with the costumes on since they had a few months before the big recording so the crew would have enough time to edit and work with the footage before the big reveal and award ceremony. It-.....It was kinda a disaster at first. The big fancy dress Poppy had to wear was kinda during the ballroom and later the ending scenes was big, fancy ballroom gown thing that she had a hard time moving around in since she never wore such a thing and tore it once or twice when her foot caught onto the bottom of it. But luckily the tailor Mr. Grooves hired was very skilled and was able to mend it without a problem in the world. She soon got the hang of it day after day, night after night as the days rolled by with her still studying up and doing her normal routine. She saw Snatcher again and did inquire about why he left so suddenly after bugging her for so long to let him come, but he just gave the excuse he had something important to take care of. Which wasn't a lie but he wasn't going to tell her what it was yet. She was suspicious about that but she didn't have time to focus on it for long as the play was taking up more and MORE of her time. And day after day of them going through the entire play back to back and scene by scene, Mr. Grooves decided to add more of the different scenes too and having the actors start getting used to the sudden change of scenery and after rehearsing. Rehearsing. And REHEARSING!! He believed they were all finally ready. Which was why one day when she went in she was sat in a chair as the make up artist was making her look more like a young lady from that era (her era in fact) and the closet they could get to the Starella descriptions in the Children's book the play would be following. She wasn't used to wearing all of this fancy pants stuff and honestly it made her uncomfortable to look in the mirror as the female owl were finishing up the last touch ups to her caked make up face and hair style. Why..Poppy didn't even recognize herself in the mirror. The woman who was staring back had red fluffy curls framing her face and beautiful waves running running down her back. Nice blush highlighting the pretty softness of her cheeks and freckles, and eye shadow and mascara so expertly appiled to her eyelids and lashes that it made her big blue eyes pop out. Not to mention the very pretty but normal dress for a noble woman in that era but it sure made her look different than Poppy. The Poppy she was used to seeing just had a plain dress and her favorite heavy duty leather vest to help her, this....This wasn't her at all. Next to her Hazelle was also getting prepped by a few make up artists before finally shooting.

She smiled at her through their reflections. "Nervous?"

"You kiddin' me?! I'm more nervous than a man 'bout ta fall off a cliff!!"

Hazelle chuckled and shrugged the best she could under the owls working on her. "Don't be. We're not actually going to be performing in front of a live audience. Just a couple silly penguins and the kids. And they won't judge too much and nothing bad is about to happen."

Poppy hummed before one owl grabbed her face and held up a pretty light blue lip stick she intended on putting on her. "I hope yer right 'bout that."

"Look. If it's any help for you, just imagine this as another rehearsal but this time we're practicing how we move around in make up too. Wouldn't be the first time. Or just look at this as your very last day on the job because technically it is after they're done recording our run through today. Then you'll be Penguin debt free and don't have to worry about owing anyone anything any more."

That actually sounded nice. The thought of this being her last day on the job and so she could finally relax and not worry over this any more. All the hard work was finally going to pay off today. So when the make up crew was done with them and beckoned the next few people in to quickly take of before the actual play began for the very last time before it'd be all over. As she found herself assuming the position as the narrator took his place in front of the curtain, the only member of the play who didn't need to practice moves or needed make up. The lights dimmed, backstage crew getting into place, and everyone else started to also shift into place next or around her. Her blue eyes stared up nervously at the back of those red curtains..and she took a breath, before exhaling. This is it. One last curtain call as she heard that familiar voice say for the very last time.

"OK DARLINGS!! LIGHTS!!! CAMERA!!! ACTION!!"

And the curtains rose.

***********************************************************************************************

A train whistled loudly as the world past them whizzed by through the window. Poppy had never been on a train before so this was a pretty cool experience. Blue eyes blinked out the window as the world passed, mostly desert sand with the sun beating down on them, cacti, rocks, the occasional sand worm outside, and some mountains in the distance. It was quite the experience. Especially since the train was pretty packed. All the actors and important crew members like the script writers and directors were sitting there in the cars with them, though the only ones near them now was Mr. Thor and Mr. Timophy who was sitting at a table a little ways from them talking and eating and the occasional penguin and owl here and there. Right now she was sitting in the dining car of the train and looking out the window. Next to her was Hazelle and the two girls were sat across the table from them, plates of food sat in front of them provided via once again Cookie's business. She was paired with a whole bunch of the businesses Mr. Grooves and Conductor had. Which apparently also included Conductor's meal car on his train. And not forgetting Snatcher currently frowning at them from Hazelle's shadow on the floor. He had insisted on coming along when Poppy first got news a few weeks ago that she was invited to come along with the rest of the actors and important staff to the annual Bird Movie Awards. It had been a month or two since her last day recording with Mr. Grooves and he was almost in tears thanking everyone and he was sure they would win the awards this time with all their faithful help! She had felt so much relief and weight off her chest and was glad when she wouldn't have to get up so early in the mornings anymore, or worry about repaying any debt, or wearing anymore make up that made her face feel heavy. Poppy was glad to sleep in, rest, and just do what she wanted to relax again, but she got a call from Mr. Grooves asking if she was coming to the award ceremony as she was a part of the whole show. She wanted to say no, not wanting to be the center of attention but the girls bugging and bugging her made her change her mind and say yes. Didn't mean she wasn't feeling anxious and absolutely scared when they went down to the station and it was found out they'd be taking Conductor's train to Express City where the award ceremony would be taking place like every year. Snatcher wanted to actually tag along this time around as he was curious to see what this whole thing was about with her acting. Shouldn't be too much trouble right? The cafeteria car was probably the most comfiest one they could sit in with the stairs leading up to the higher balcony and there being food. She didn't know HOW but somehow the old grumpy bird had been talked into letting Mr. Grooves and all of his crew/actors aboard to where ever this Express City was.

"Are you going to eat anything?" Poppy jumped around and blinked at Hazelle lazily gazing at her to which the witch pointed at her barely touched plate of a single piece of chocolate cake. "You said you adored chocolate yet you barely even touched it. One bite doesn't class you as a choco-holic. Are you alright dear?"

Poppy blinked again before turning to her plate. "O-Oh yeah! Yeah! Sorry. I'm just....what's the word....butterflies in the stomach?"

Hazelle hummed and nodded going back to her own tea. "It's perfectly ok to be nervous. Watching your movie while being surrounded by other people watching you too? It'd make anyone nervous."

"What? No. I-It's not that....Well it is but there's more ta it." SHe sighed and brought a hand up to rub her face. "It's just...I've never been ta a fancy bit city before. And what if Mr. Grooves doesn't win. I might have ta pay after all an' I don't have that kinda pons on me."

"I could always scare him into dropping the charges,'' Snatcher piped up from Hazelle's shadow.

"Oh hush up Mr. Cheapskate. You'll do anything to avoid paying, like hitching a ride on my shadow."

"HEY! Train tickets are expensive! Do I look like I had any pons to my name? All I'm saying is that I can help."

Poppy sighed. "Ah don't need that kind of help though it's sweet of ya to offer."

"DJ Grooves wouldn't make you pay,'' Hattie piped up in between shoving some of those hamburgers in her mouth. "He didn't make me pay anything when he lost."

Hazelle pointed at her. "And that's a very good point. The penguin is a kind soul, and he even said you'd pay it off with your labor for putting up with the play for free and your pay going towards a new camera. As fair as everyone's concerned you already paid for everything. So don't be so hard on yourself and relax."

Well that was very reassurring. She forgot a similar thing happened to Hattie too so if she already completed her job then her job as far as everyone else was concerned was done too. But it still didn't help ease the butterflies in her stomach at the unease she felt going to a city for the first time she really did wonder if it was as big as others made it out to be or if they were exaggerating? Oh well. For now she turned back to her chocolate cake and went back to eating it again. Maybe then she could drown out her sorrows with this for now. It was almost a blur how much time had passed and she was stress eating what must've been her third piece of cake when a familiar scottish bird's voice over the innercom.

"Blasted. Consarnit- IS THIS THING ON ORRRR NOT!?....OH!! Don't give me that look ya peckneck! What are ye on?! Birdseed?! ....Oh. It's on ain't it? *ahem* Passengers. Just lettin' ya know that we'll be stopping in Express City in a wee bit. Make sure all ye hightail it off me baby when we stop! I won't tolerate stragglers left aboard! That me YOU ye fish smellin' penguin hooligans! Ok. I'm done makin' ye announcements but don't say I didn't warn ye if ya git in trouble!............PECKING!! HOW THE BLAZES DOES ONE TURN THIS BLASTED THING O-"

The kids giggled at Conductor's struggle over the intercom while Hazelle shook her head and a few penguins and owls looked horrorfied by Conductor saying the P word over it. But Poppy didn't mind at all. She was too busy feeling scared over the fact that they were THERE!! ALREADY?! In her panic she looked out the windo- She gasped lightly when she saw it. They passed a VERY tall building and she strained against the glass suddenly as she looked....And her blue eyes widened. Tall building after tall building went past. All of them so close together and so many. They were all at least a couple stories up each!! SO HIGH!! LIKE TOWERS!! All of them were made of wood and ....well...Had a western style like the town surrounding the studios. Can't say she wasn't surprised about that considering this is a city full of owls in a desert. Poppy watched as the train slowed down. Yep! Lots of tall buildings close together. Concrete sidewalks. Heck! There was even street lamps every so often. But what got her attention most was the owls. THERE MUST'VE BEEN HUNDREDS!! The entire sidewalks and every door open was crowded with them walking about hurrying somewhere. Making them all look like one giant blur of brown feathers. Especially when the train came to a full stop and a loud voice shouted.

"ALL OFF!! AYE MEAN IT!!"

It took Hazelle grabbing Poppy's arm and pulling her up making her yelp to get her to snap out of her trance and get her panicked face back when Poppy was pulled to her feet by Hazelle. "Come on you. The princess of the play shouldn't keep her subjects waiting."

"B-B-But I- WAIT!!" She dug her heels into the ground making Hazelle pause as both girls got up. "I-I-I can't go out there! What if someone recognizes me!?"

"Poppycock!"

"......Excuse me. WHAT did ya'll call me?"

"It's a term for nonsense. You're literally making no sense."

Poppy stared at her. ".......HOW in tha hey am I not makin' sense?" She scowled and put a hand to her hip. "Ah don't wanna be seen and crowded around by a bunch o' birds!"

"Poppy." Hazelle dead panned. "No one outside the other actors and us have even seen you and the movies. No one's going to recognize you until at least after they see the movie, which even isn't going to be released until a month after the award ceremony. So it's safe to be walking around for a while before a whole bunch of people recognize you."

"HA! Let them try to get close." Poppy jumped momentarily forgetting Snatcher was still with them. He had jumped from Hazelle's shadow to hers and smiled at her from the ground. "I can easily keep an army away."

"......You know what he also has a very good point."

"UGH!! Ya'll aren't makin' things easy!" She pouted....but stopped when she felt something tug on her dress and she met Bow's eyes.

"But..you promised to watch it with us." Her purple eyes widened into puppy dog eyes. "Please. Go with us, Poppy."

....Well how could she saw no to a face like hers? With great reluctance, Poppy agreed but she wasn't going to like it. And she didn't either surprisingly. Poppy followed the rest of the passengers, mostly other owls and penguins to the door leading out to the city and she would've froze in the doorway if there wasn't a few birds behind her pushing to get out behind her. EVERYTHING!! WAS HUGE!! It was like being in the Moon City all over again with Cookie but instead of flashy lights, the hot sun beamed down in it's place and every which way she looked she saw more and more owls and she felt more and more claustrophobic as she was pushed into the crowd and before she knew it, she was being bumped and pushed in every direction by the brown feathered birds around her. The world spinning and spinning as she was pushed in one direction and then another, easily loosing sight of Hazelle and the girls- A black limb suddenly reached itself from the ground and latched tightly onto Poppy's wrist making her yelp before she was suddenly pulled by the black arm protruding from the ground and quickly forced forward in one direction. Owls hooted or shouted at her as they were pushed past by Poppy speed walking to match the pace of the thing dragging her until suddenly she gasped as they made a sharp turn around a corner, almost running over a mother express owl, her husband, and their egg in a baby buggy, and suddenly towards an entrance. Up ahead was a crowd of birds both owls AND a good amount of Penguins surprisingly gathered around what looked like red rope that was sectioning off an entrance to a giant building with a red carpet leading towards the doorway, blocked off by small poles with chains and owls/penguins wearing suits and sunglasses standing guard over them as a slightly smaller owl held a clipboard and checked over and over the papers on it. Poppy was pushing through the crowds of penguins and owls still giving her looks as she was rushed by until the arm pulling her along finally stopped near the front and with nothing to pull her anymore, Poppy yelped and fell to her hands and knees onto the red carpet in front of the line and everyone in it.

"THERE YOU ARE!!" Hands grabbed her as she red still spun and she was forced to stand up and meet the face of Hazelle who had a frown on her face. "We were wondering where you were. What happened? You get swept away with the crowd?"

Poppy blinked mind still whirling as she focused in on Hazelle and blinked. "Uh..Y-Yeah. S-S-Sorry 'bout that. Ah don't d-d-do well in tight spots like this." The loud noises were starting to get to her making her wince and Hazelle have a pity look.

"Then I guess we better get you inside before we lose you again."

"Good idea."

Hazelle turned Poppy around and with one arm around her shoulders to help stable the wobbling woman, made for the entrance just as the owl with the clipboard let a pair of owls walk past before putting up the rope again as the girls approuched.

"Names?," he asked without looking up.

"'Witch Hazel' but Hazel is spent as H-A-Z-E-L-L-E," Hazelle explained as she gestured to herself then to Poppy, "And she's Poppy Rose Bloomington and our little plus ones here."

The owl hummed as his eyes scanned the paper before he flipped the first paper and scrolled down the second under it. ".....Oh. Cast of the penguins movie." He sighed and signalled to one of the bouncers to move the rope, who nodded back and did. "Proceed. You ladies have a lovely evening," he drawled out still not looking up from the papers. "NEXT!!"

Still very spun around, Hazelle lead Poppy behind the girls who were so excited they just ran ahead. The double doors in front of them slamming open and shut as they did. As they walked a bunch of camera flashed in their face and Poppy continuosly blinked and brought her hands up to block out the lights that were blinding here. Hazelle picked up the speed a little bit forcing her forward and up the steps into the double doors and into darkness. Instead of stopping like Poppy had hoped, Hazelle kept nudging her along but slowed down now as Poppy blinked and rubbed at her eyes. Polka dots invading her version as her eyes slowly adjusted back to their normal state and to the sudden dark.

"Not much of a city girl are you?"

"Absolutely peckin' NOT," Poppy grumbled looking up and blinking.

"Hey now. Don't go saying the p word here," Hazelle warned, "That word's pretty much gotten a bad reputation since your time and it's considering really offensive to birds. So I suggest not saying it to avoid drama for everyone ok?"

"Sure." She finally looked up when a single large room full of light appeared in from of them, and when they stepped inside her eyes widened. IT WAS A BALL ROOM!! Or what could only be described as a ballroom like place to her. A giant crystal chandelier sparkled on the ceiling with LOTS of penguins and owls around the place, but she spotted a few humans too but they were just the actors in the shows. A giant desk was on the far side and there was already a line for it as two owls kept handing out things like candy bars, buckets of popcorn, and sodas to the people lining up for them all. Not as crowded as outside but still just pretty full. "Where in the hay are we?"

"The Cardinal Theater," Hazelle answered walking forward, "This is where we'll be watching the movies but first let's get our food and get our seats."

Poppy blinked and followed after her, as they walked she spotted the girls in the line ahead of them between two owls in line and they were maybe the tenth people in line as the approuched the line to take that place with the girls. A small bead of sweat ran down her forehead and she just wiped it away with the back of her hand as the room buzzed with conversation among all the birds.

"Are you feeling alright, Red?" Snatcher peeked an eye up from her shadow as they walked and Poppy nodded looking down at her feet to talk to him.

"Y-Yeah. N-Not used to t-this big crowd of people y'know."

"Yeah. Kinda got the feeling you weren't the best navigator on the streets back there."

The streets? OH!! He must've been the one that grabbed her and yanked her all the way back to Hazelle when they accidentally got seperated back there. "HEY! I-It's mah first time here! It ain't mah fault!.....B-But thanks fer the hand back there."

The yellow smile returned and he winked at her. "Shadows know these things."

Poppy giggled and shook her head as Hazelle finally got to the girls and said something to them as they looked at her, to which they said something back and Hattie pointed up the line towards the desk the owls were handing behind it to other. And Hazelle nodded to whatever they said. Poppy was just a few steps away from them when a boisterious loud voice made her jump and look over her shoulder.

"DARLINGS!! YOU MADE IT!!" The voice was none other than the fancy dressing afro wearing Moon Penguin who danced right up to Poppy in those large red shoes and she couldn't help but smile at him. A large smile was on his beak. "I didn't know if you would be coming!"

"O-Of course! Ah said I w-would, and I promised the girls ta watch it with 'em. T-There is a lot of people here tho."

Mr. Grooves waved his flipper. "This is the Annual Bird Movie Awards, Darling. Every important journalist, critic, and media cover is here! It's the biggest events for birds this year not to mention if all goes well the winning movie will be named the official showcasing movie for Cupid's Day!" He took a hankerchief out of his red jacket's pocket and wiped his forehead. "It's a lot of pressure this year, Darling. A LOT of pressure!"

Poppy felt her stomach flip flop in her gut and the lump in her throat return as she gulped. That much pressure huh?! Oh peck...She felt like she was gonna be sick-

"Poppy!" Again the red haired lady jumped and whirled around and blinked. The girls and Hazelle were finally at the counter and Hattie waved a hand holding a jumbo candy bar in her direction while her other arm juggled a large bucket of popcorn and drink. "You want something to eat?!"

"....Uh-....M-Maybe a drink!? Ah'm good!"

"OK!!"

Poppy jumped again when all of a sudden there was a rush of birds moving towards the opposite side of the room and she blinked when she looked over to see where everyone was going. A large set of doors on the other side of the room had opened and all the birds and actors were making their way over towards them and Mr. Grooves let out a small gasp!

"Oh my goodness! The showings about to begin!!" He looked back up to Poppy with a sorry look. "I'm really sorry, Darling, honest. But I-I have to get going and take my place before it starts! It'd reflect badly on me if I'm late!"

Poppy waved him off. "No, no! It's alright! I-I'll see ya there."

Mr. Grooves again smiled real big before turning on his heels and waltzing off towards the doors, suited penguin group following closely behind. She sighed but looked down when she heard small footsteps approuching and saw the girls LOADED with junk food and smiles, with Hazelle who just had a simple soda in her hands and handed Poppy hers of the same size, to which she gladly took. The four girls made their way into the darkened room beyond the doors along with the excited birds and Poppy blinked in the dark and what what was in it. Rows and ROWS of chairs were seated in long rows inside of the room and there was two pairs of stairs on either side for the birds to walk up or down it as they all went and took their seats. In the very front of the large room and lit up by lights was a white screen and red curtains surrounding it. A single owl lady wearing a sparkling white dress stood on the stage with a microphone in one hand watching everyone sit and checked a watch on her other wrist and a spot light on her. Poppy was brought along by Hazelle as they followed the girls and just took seats in the very back row. Poppy didn't mind tho as they could still see everything just as good as everyone else and not have to worry about being crowded since no one wanted to be far away from the movie. As the last few birds were rolling in to take their seats, someone closed the doors and the owl on stange tapped on the microphone getting everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen. And birds of all ages. Welcome to the 500th Annual Bird Movie Awards Ceremony!", she said out cheerfully and the crowd cheered. Poppy winced since AGAIN she wasn't used to being around such a large group, and the owl lady smiled. " Im your humble hoestess, Featherica Talonsberg and It is my pleasure to be hosting yet another year of celebrating creativity and movie magic to wow the crowds this year. As this is also our first ever year of asking our beloved filmmakers to follow the theme of love! Whether it be tragic heartache, romance, the love of a family, or something else, it's the creativity and story you'll be judged upon! The ultimate award being nominated this year's winner and awarded love movie of the year!" ANother small cheer but it died down quicker as the owl lady held up her hand. "Please help me welcome this year's panel of judges!" The spot light moved from her and to the front row of the theater but Poppy couldn't see too well beyond the loud cheering. "Please welcome writing of Penguin's Next Talent, Penny Gwin." A pink suited penguin with a bow around her hat sat there. "Famous retired film Director Mr. P. Fin." Different from the penguins and owls a very old puffin sat there next to the pink penguin. "Make up designer Owlette Eggsberta." Another eldery looking owl with a permanent serious face and huge glasses. "And this year's special guest judge. Author of the hit new children's book Starella and long standing beloved writer, Pen Gwen!" A male penguin wearing the regular sunglasses and suit but no hat sat beside the very elderly owl and nodded to her as the spot light rotated back to the owl and (Poppy just realized) there was three owls and penguins each on either side of the stage filming the entire stage. "And to those of you at home who are watching live, welcome! We hope you're enjoying all that will be shown this day. A quick word of thanks from our sponser-" She motioned to one side of the stage and an owl in a headset scurried out with a sign under his wing and held it up next to her. Why...IT WAS COOKIE!! Holding a soup label and a cafe's logo under her. "Cooking Cat's Cookery! Where you can experience real Nyakuza Metro food without the danger of the cat city. Located right across Dead Bird Studios." She waved the other owl off and he quickly scuttled away from the stage as the camera focused back on her. "Now. With those introductions out of the way, it's my pleasure to introduce the first nominy. Directed and shipped in by last year's winner Mr. Conductor. Ladies and gentlemen. I give you 'Railroad Runners'."

They all clapped as the lights on the stage dimmed and the owl walked off stage to the left as the white screen lit up a static before the numbers appeared. Poppy paid attention instantly. Truth be told she hadn't seen the loudmouth bird other than a few brief encounters in the lobby during the past few months and she would be lying if she said she didn't want to see what the old cook made up. The cheering died down. The four judges brought out their clipbourds and pens paying very close attention. And the numbers on the white screen counted down.

3.....2.....1.....

***********************************************************************************************

A train whistle broke the silence of the morning sun that shined through the windows and onto the smiles of happy folks. Lady owls in beautiful dresses and bonnets, men in dashing suits. Yes. Only the best for the wealthy here as they made their way to the city for their business or otherwise. The train was the best there was for these folks. Velvet and cashmir seats. Lovely carpets and shiny wooden floors. Servants at their every beck and call. Delicious food. It was everything they could ask for even cool air from the hot sun outside. But even the sun's hot rays couldn't dry up the tears coming out from the lovely lady's eyes. The pretty kitty sniffed and delicately dabbed her eyes with the pink hankerchief in her paws before blowing her nose into it. Her pretty orange fur shown as bright as a tigerlily and her bright yellow eyes gleamed like the shinest gold as she just stared blankly at her lap. The pretty white laced dress and bonnet on her looking plain but still pretty and allowed her natural beauty in her fur show.

"Honestly, Catrina. What good would crying do now?," asked a scottish accented voice. Across from the lovely cat sat a girl with long blonde hair wearing a snazzy suit and tie. The only strange thing about her was the fake Mustache she insisted on wearing everywhere. Currently she was sitting with her arms crossed and brow raised. "You must've known it would've happened either way now. It was only a matter of time."

"Yes but-....*sniff* I-I thought I had more time," she answered back with a country accent back.

To which her companion's hard expression softened and she sighed. "It can't be helped, Caterina. Arrangements for your marriage has already been decided and I can't change that."

Oh yes. Life of a rich man's daughter. Her father owned a very plentiful oil field in the desert making him very wealthy and being his daughter made her unfortunately very, very eligable for marriage to a lot of men. Even if her heart already belonged to another, she loved him so much. Not that her parents cared. They accepted a proposal from a rich man from the city and within a day everything was arranged. She was to be married within a week's time of her arrival there to 'get to know your future inlaws' her mother had explained to her. But to her it just meant a prison with strangers until her marriage to a complete stranger. Then she'll never get to see himself. Her eyes gazed out the window and watched as the world went by. Hot sand. Cacti. Sand dunes. The bright blazing trails. Everything she knew would be gone as soon as she met the city at the end of he day and more so when she was married. And never see HIM again. Never again would she be able to sneak out with him, or meet his warmth, or get to be in his presence again.

"He d-didn't even say good bye to me. *hic*"

The mayor had been asked by her father to accompany her on her long journey there to make sure she got there safely. Or more likely she thought, to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn't run off like she really wanted too. To try and find HIM. The one person who she was truely in love with and so they could run away together...Too bad that idea was shut down.

"I just-....W-Wished I could see him one last time. A-At least to say good bye."

She looked up from the window when the mayor put a hand to her shoulder in comfort, a pitiful look on her face. "I know, Catrina. I wish things could be different too. But sadly there's no one who could change this."

Or at least that's what they thought-

BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!

The unmistakable sounds of gunshots rang through the air followed by maniac laughter among them. The aristocrats around them panicked, sqawking out and standing suddenly panicking at the sounds of it all. The mayor jumping at the sudden noises with a look of shock before she suddenly glared in the direction of the sounds before holding up a hand in front of the shocked cat in a protective stance. Catrina's fur stood right on end staring blankly at the sounds that were swiftly approching the back of the cart. They were in the very last train car. So WHO could be out there with guns and laughing like a lunatic?!....Only one person she knew-

SLAM!!

The door was kicked open with a powerful kick revealing the person behind it. The train car fell silent as speers on cow boots jingled with every step the figure took making a metal jingle to him. Two shiny weapons were in his hands, which explained the gun shot noises. The poncho and cowboy hat on his head matched perfectly with the brown bandanna tied around his mouth as his yellow feathers twitched menacingly every few seconds. The bandit had arrived. Everyone's eyes widened. The owls in fear. Catrina's in surprise.

"I-IT'S THE ROAD RUNNER OF EXPRESS CITY!!,'' one lady cried out in fear before fainting into her husband's arms.

"AHEHEHEHEHE!!!," the man cackled and brandished his weapons, "AYE YA LASS!! TIS RIGHT 'BOUT THAT!!"

"P-Please!," a man begged quickly grabbing his watch and holding it out to him. "You c-c-can have anything you want! B-B-But please don't hurt us!!"

"OHOHO!!! Ya think I'm here forrrrrr that rubbage?" He asked turning his head slightly towards Catrina and smiled under the mask. "No! I want this whole train car ta meself!!" He pointed. "An' if you pecknecks know what's good for ye, ya'll skidaddled to the next one NOW!!"

In an instant all the owls fled. Feathers flew. Fancy bonnets and things were dropped to the ground. The door to the next train car up was thrown open as they all crowded out in a rowdy crowd of sqawks and screams to get away from the fiend. The mayor grabbed Catrina's paw and pulled her up to try and hurry her out to safety too but soon the face of the bandit snapped to them with the movement.

"Except you two! You lassies stay rrrrright where ye are!"

Both of them froze as the bandit stomped towards the door with people still flocking out of it, keeping his eyes on him (or no eyes technically) as he did. The remaining owls panicked and pushed one another out of the car before he approuched. The bandit grabbed the door and slammmed it shut behind them and turned the lock on the door with a clicked. Looking at it with a hum before turning around to the two ladies in the seat a little aways from him. With a click, the weapons were put away back into his holsters, and he walked towards them. The mayor growled and put herself between them with her arms out before Catrina in a protective stance.

"STAY BACK YOU BAD GUY!!", she growled out in warning but jumped when Catrina grabbed her shoulder.

"Ms. Mayor wait!", she pleaded looking at the bandit approuching. His footsteps and jingling holsters echoing throughout the practically empty car other than the sounds of the train tracks. Catrina's eyes widened at the bird who just looked at her for a moment before reaching up to yank his bandanna down revealing his face. And her eyes widened even more as her heart skipped a beat. "IT'S YOU!!"

The beak of jagged teeth smiled at Catrina softly before reaching up to take off his hat as he looked at her. "Aye. Tis me lass. I'm sorry I'm late to be here."

She gave a small frown. "Why didn't you come see me before I left?"

This time he gave an apologetic frown. "Lassie, I assure ye I tried me hardest. But those no good peckneck Sheriff was on me tail! I couldn't get here earlier if ah tried."

She puffed her cheeks out in a pout and crossed her arms. "I'm still cross with ya. You didn't even come to see me before I was put on the train."

He looked more nervous. "I know. I know. B-B-But Im here now. Better late than never."

"EXCUSE ME!?" The mayor shoved more between them and gave a glare to this bandit. "You're the RailRoad Runner! The one that's always doing crimes and tricked Catrina into falling for you so you'd take her father's wealth! What do you think you're doing here?!"

The yellow bird gasped looking at her. "That's rubbage! Aye would never try anything like that with the woman who holds me heart!"

Catrina's eyes widened as she looked at him and he smiled genuinely at her. "Oh mah darlin'!"

The mayor yelped when she was pushed aside in favor of Catrina pushing past her and hugging this dust covered bandit, to which he gladly returned the hug and his face bloomed out a bright red as did the tips of his feathers. A hand gently tipped her head up towards him as he chuckled. "Ahehehe! Aye knew you'd be the lass fer me when ah saw those pretty gold eyes at the opening of yer papa's company last year.~"

"And I knew you were just the bird for me when you didn't care I was a girl and complimented mah cooking skills.~"

"Aye. You do make a beautiful birdseed pancake stack.~"

"Excuse me!" They bothe looked over at the mayor who crossed her arms and gave the two of them a glare. "This is a touching story and all, but if you don't know she's engaged already! That's what we're on the train for! So she can go get married!"

"Aye I know. That's why I came." He smiled down at Catrina red faced and feathers wriggling excitedly. "Kitty. Ah-....I want ye to run away with me."

Catrina gasped and the mayor's jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

"AYE!! I love 'er too much to see her be unhappy in the arms of some wild hooligan fancy coat wearing peckneck! Ah want her happiness!"

"And I want that too!" She held onto him tighter and looked at the mayor. "Didn't ya'll say you'd wish things were different? Well this is my chance! We can be happy together!"

The mayor didn't look so sure. "Catrina....*sigh* Even if you two did run away, how long would it be until they caught you and brought you back? You'd be a fugitive of the law! A bad guy! Your father's reputation would be ruined and w-what about the deal with your fiance?"

"No one would have to know I left. Let them think I was kidnapped to spare my father." Her grip around him increased, "But I would rather spend jail with him than a high society life with a stranger for the rest of my life. Ms. Mayor. Please, if you have a heart, then let this be our way to a new life together. Of happiness and love. Let us chose who we want to be in love with and not force us apart for sake of money or riches."

The mayor hesitated. Looking between her and the bandit who had caught her heart before sighing and crossing her arms. "Are you sure you can be happy with a life on the run with a bandit who did crimes?"

"Absolutely!," she didn't hesitate to say so.

The mayor eyed her beloved. "And how can I know you would be kind and good to her?"

"I came her and risked me life being caught to ask her to run away with me. I'd give up my entire life of crrrrime for me lass.~"

.......With another sigh she asked. "Alright. And what if you're caught? They'll just make her come back and get married again."

"Not if she marries me first!"

Both ladies looked at him as Catrina blinked sparkly eyed. "R-Runner. W-What are you saying?"

He smiled taking her hand in his. "Ah'm sayin'. I want ye ta marry me, Lass."

Her eyes widened even more to the point she looked like she might cry. "YES!!" She threw her arms around him. "YES I WILL!!"

"And how are you two supposed to do that exactly?"

The bandit looked at her with a sly smile. "Why did ye think aye asked ye to stay behind? You'rrrre an official with thee power to wed us. Do it an we would never have to worry 'bout that fear eva again."

The mayor looked at him obviously taken aback. "Now why would I agree to something as brash at this?"

"So no one would be able to take her frrrreedom away from 'er if we do get caught." His feathers along his head twitched to the left and he looked towards the door. "....We nay got much time beforrrre security arrive and stop us."

.....The mayor sighed. "Alright. I'll do it. But I don't supposed you've got a plan."

His jagged maw stretched up in a very wide smirk as he did. "Jus' do exactly as I saw."

CLANG!!

The pike connecting the last train car to the rest of the other was being pulled away from the bandit as the Mayor was speaking the normal needed things one would say to a couple being wed, standing on the doorsteps leading to the second to last car train as the bandit worked, the door jammed and locked behind her. Both stopped and looked up when rapid banging noises came from it. No doubt the train's security coming to stop the bandit after the crowd of scared owls went flocking in. It sounded like the door would break down any moment, so the bandit in creased the strength of his pulling and the mayor hurried up with her speech sweating like one of those drive through weddings in Las Owls.

"Catrina, do you say I do?!" She spat out pushing her long blonde hair away from her face.

"YES!!," the cat called back from the dislodged train car.

"And I don't suppose you do too?!"

"AYE!!"

With another pull, the clamp connecting the two train cars finally came apart and the bandit fell back into the diconnected car as is pulled away from the rest of the train.

"THEN JUST KISS ALREADY!!"

the mayor shouted just as the door behind her opened and two owls in police uniforms stood there with glares. One shook a fist at the bandit as he stood and placed one arm around Catrina as the two watched from the doorway as they got farther away.

"ROAD RUNNER!!"

The bandit cackled and took off his hat to wave goodbye to them all. Catrina pressing a kiss to his cheek making him freeze and blossom into a bright red as the train car got farther and farther away on the track as they became a tiny speck on the desert surrounding them.

***********************************************************************************************

The crowd of penguins and owls erupted in cheers, whistles, and claps as they applauded the end of the movie as the credits rolled. It said things as they all rolled past like Conductor as Road Runner. Cooking cat as Catrina. Muriel as The Mayor. Express Owls as Extras. Directed by Conductor. Script Writer Conductor. So on and so forth. Even Poppy found herself clapping along with Hazelle at the performance. She had to say for her first theater movie experience the old bird wasn't a bad actor or movie maker. The girls bounced in their seats at seeing Cookie spilling some popcorn to the floor. After a few more seconds of the words coming to an end the screen went back to it's blank white and the owl in a white dress walked back out as soon as the spotlight came back on.

"Alright everybody! Let's give a big round of applause for Mr. Conductor's fabulous movie and all the people who helped him work on it!" Another small round of applause came from the crowd and died down as she continued talking. "Thank you for that marvelous showing! I'm sure we can agree that the original ideas you always bring us was outdone this year!"

"HA! They called that a good love story?" Poppy blinked and looked next to her to see Snatcher's bored expression next to her. "They don't know tragic love if it hit them in the face!"

"Oh like you could do better Snatcher," Hazelle side eyed him. "You can't even manage a camera to take a picture!"

"Well I can do a better job in the love department. Sort of an expert by now."

"Sure you are."

A few birds around them shushed them as the lady owl continued her talking.

"Alright everyone. While the judges make their final notes on the movie, it's my pleasure to introduce to you this year's other nomination. You know him for his groovy and out of this world performances, please welcome DJ Grooves's Starella: Live On Stage. Based on the widely popular childrens' book, Starella written by our very own guest judge, Pen Gwen."

A round of applause came from everyone but it soon died down as the owl again walked off the stage and the light's dimmed to allow the white screen to count down. The girls gaped in awe as they were about to see their favorite book come to life. Hazelle just boredly smiled and watched. Snatcher immediatly snapped to attention hearing that Poppy's performance was going to be playing next. And Poppy...Poppy got that familiar worried butterfly feeling in her gut as she watched the white screen slowly count down. Ok. This was it. She was about to see the outcome of all her work in-

3........2.....1....

#Snatcjer

0 notes

warmdrpepper · 8 years ago

Text

Title: Chrom Never Learned To Dance Paring: Chrom/Robin Length: 1.6K ao3 link Rating: Everyone Summary:"It's hard trying to be vulnerable. Especially when it's so much easier to just pretend you don't have fantasies of going on dates and holding hands. (Tame, yes, but anything more extreme makes you feel creepy. He's still your commanding officer.)"

If Robin was an expert in anything, it would be dancing around his feelings for Chrom.

i may have wrote a little thing, im a little late for chrobin week huh

For fuck's sake. You can face a horde of risen, an entire brigade, a goddamn bear by yourself, all with absolutely no problem; but somehow trying to talk about your feelings with the person you have feelings for is far too much to handle.

And it's not a lack of trying. You've come so close to confessing so many times, but either you're interrupted or you chicken out. And the latter happens far more than you care to admit. It's hard trying to be vulnerable. Especially when it's so much easier to just pretend you don't have fantasies of going on dates and holding hands. (Tame, yes, but anything more extreme makes you feel creepy. He's still your commanding officer.)

Never the less, this tine you mean it! This time you'll tell Chrom exactly how you feel about him without wimping out!

...Or maybe not.

As it turns out, you were both so busy with preparation for tomorrow's battle that neither of you had a chance to talk about anything that didn't directly relate. Disappointing, yes, but you can't say you're not relieved.

Frustrated, you sit up in a cot, the thin blanket falling forward. You can't sleep, for a number of reasons. Your horrific murder-nightmares, the general anxiety of knowing you're fighting tomorrow, and extra anxiety about having to hide your feeling another day.

This is so ridiculous! You've done things a thousands times harder than a simple confession! Why is this so damn difficult!?

You stand up, unable to sit quietly anymore. You pace around, checking your desk and shuffling paper, before you're sick of that too and decide to take a walk. Probably to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

You let your mind wonder as you walk. And, of course, it immediately goes to Chrom. How his eyes shine, how he smiles with his whole face, how his arms look after training, how he's so great with everything . You feel so lucky to have him in your life. You want to stay in his life as long as you can. So, you probably shouldn't tell him about your feelings. It could freak him out, drive him away. Besides, he deserves someone as equally amazing as he is. You're not that someone. You're just some bum he found on the ground.

And yet, you still want to be selfish and take him for yourself.

You look up, the kitchen tent in front of you. It startles you out of your thoughts. You go inside and fix some leftovers. They end up going cold as you play with the pieces of carrots and potatoes.

"Can't sleep?" Chrom sits next to you and its all you can do from jumping in fright. Were you that zoned out?

You swallow a chunk of potato. "Yeah."

"I know how you feel." He leans his head on a hand. "I've fought in a hundred battles, but I still get the jitters."

"Tell me about it." You two talked for a while. It's small talk that helps you both forget about tomorrow. Chrom laughs at something you said, and butterflies explode in your stomach. You wanna hear it on repeat. Forever.

Wait, now's your chance! There's no one around to interrupt you, no real excuses to leave, and you could always play it off as a joke if things went south. It's the perfect opportunity.

Chrom stretches, and just when you build enough courage to open your mouth, "It's late." Chrom says. "We should head to bed." You close your mouth and nod.

You both go outside and when Chrom starts walking off you grab his wrist. "I- wait."

"Robin?" He's concerned.

"I-" All it takes is one look into his eyes and you're done. Any courage you had is gone . "Sleep well."

"You as well." You wish you could capture Chrom's smile, in a painting or by some magical means. Just some way to keep it forever.

You stay, watching Chrom trod off to his tent, thinking, 'I was named after the wrong bird'.

Objectively, the battle goes perfectly, even better than you planned. Only one real hiccup to speak of.

Lissa almost slams into you as she walks through the tent's flaps. She quickly grabs your arms to keep her balance. "Oh! Robin! Are you hurt as well?"

"No, I'm just fine. I came by to check on Chrom." Worry eats at your gut, and has since you watched Chrom take a hit for you.

"Oh!" She turns and points. "He's in bed. He's not seriously hurt, one cut, some majoring bruising, but that's it. Everything internally is fine. But I'd still rather he stay for the night."

"Thank you so much, Lissa. I don't know what we'd do without you."

"I know. Now, I'm going to grab us dinner, should I bring you a plate?"

"Yes, please." She smiles and hurries away.

You walk inside, over to the line of beds. Chrom's there, picking at a bandage covering his arm. A giant, gnarly looking bruise covers his left check, running down his neck and lower into his shirt. You can't see it, but you know under the bandage is a massive wound. Even though you can't see it, your brain supplies the memory of it on the battlefield, caked in bloody chunks of sand. You feel sick.

Chrom looks up and when he sees you, he grins. "Hello Robin."

"What was that today?" His grin turns sheepish. "Chrom, you almost died!"

"But I didn't."

"This time! You can't do that again!" You're pacing, too angry to stand still.

"Do what? Protect you?" His eyes are piercing. "I will always protect you."

"If I get hurt from my own lack of planing, that's on me, I can't ask you to take that hit."

"That wasn't your fault." He reaches out and takes one of your hands. His are warm. Your anger starts to dissipate. "It was a lucky shot none of us saw coming."

"Still!" You take your hand back. Holding his is distracting and you need him to understand. "This army needs you!" I need you.

"We need you as well."

"Chrom-"

"Robin, listen." He sits up straighter. It looks like he wants to grab your hand again, but stops short. "I can't say I'm sorry for what happened. Because I'm not. If you have my back then I'm supposed to have yours. And please, I'm begging, save me any more lecturing. I've gotten enough from Fredrick and Lissa to last a lifetime."

"Can," You take a deep breath. Your anger isn't gone, but you can't bring yourself to yell any longer. "Fine, I'll stop but can you at least tell me why?"

He glances away. "Ah, well." He looks back at you. Does he seem nervous? "Robin, I think I l-"

Lissa and Fredrick burst in, both carrying two trays of food. "Dinner!" You graciously take a tray. Chrom looks dejected, but takes a tray as well. You want to ask Chrom what he wanted to say, but Lissa starts chattering. You'll bring it up later tonight, if you remember.

You don't.

A week later, you're laying on your cot, exhausted from today's march. The hot, Peligian sun baring down all day didn't help things at all. Neither did the wind, or the sand being whipped by the wind.

"Robin?" A whisper from outside your tent. "Are you awake?"

You sit up. "Yeah, come in." It's Chrom. He's in pajamas and his hair is a mess. It's a very cute sight. You hide a chuckle in your hand.

He sits next to you. The bruise is fading fast. It's no longer a gross, dark purple. The wound on his arm is a shallow cut now. You're indescribably thankful that Lissa works quick.

"You're up late." You say.

"Well, I've been thinking hard and I couldn't wait to talk to you." He's got his serious voice on. Oh gods, this is it. This is the end. They've found your past and now he's kicking you out of the army. You're not ready, you-

A hand gently touches your cheek. Your eyes snap up to meet beautiful blue ones. "It's taken me a while, but I finally understand how I've been feeling and," He takes a deep breath. And another one. And one more. His hand drops from your face to fan at his. "I-I'm sorry, just give me a minute." You snort despite yourself and the serious air is gone.

"Take your time." Secretly, you're enjoying seeing Chrom this flustered.

Chrom steels himself, holds both of your hands, looks into your eyes, and very quickly says, "Robin, I'm in love with you."

Did.

Wait.

Hold on.

Did you hear that right? He's in- He's what ?

What???

"Robin? Did I say something wrong?" His thumb brushes tears off your cheek.

Oh, I'm crying . "Do, do you really mean that? Because if this is a joke-"

"It's not, I swear! I really do love you!" Your heart jumps, no leaps out of your chest. "I would never joke about this. You mean so much to me, and I know you haven't been here that long, but you just, you feel so special to me and you make me so happy and-" He continues to ramble on, but your brain is fried, still stuck on Holy Hell This Is Real.

"And, and if you don't feel the same, I understand." Both of his hand fall away from you, landing at his sides. It's cold without him. "I thought you should at least know my feelings."

...

"Uh...Robin?" You blink. "You you haven't said anything in a while. Should I go?"

Your brain finally catches up. You blurt out, "I love you, too." And Chrom's face lights up in a way you've never seen before but will cherish until your dying day. He reaches forward, crushing you with a hug. You hug him back, burying your face in his pajama shirt.

You thank every god out there Chrom didn't dance around like you.

#robin.pdf #jelly writes #fire emblem #chrobin

3 notes · View notes