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Hi pookie! I’m sick rn and it’s setting off my sensory issues so much- so I was wondering how the dimi sisters would comfort an s/o who has autism and is overstimulated from being sick? I personally like wrapping myself in like… 5000 blankets for the compression and heat- but it gets too hot 3: i always have a specific super soft blanket at the bottom lol. And I get killer sore throats every time I get sick 💀Anywho- I feel icky and I don’t like it :/ - 🪶
Hiii! Pookie?👀 Awh hon, you just aren’t lucky with the sicknesses- I hope you’ll feel better soon! :) as always, my dms are open should I be of any help :)
And absolutely! As always with these kind of asks- I’m not autistic myself and only go based on experiences I am told about :)
Let’s get into it!🙌🫶
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Bela
She notices the signs of your sickness immediately, and is ready to coddle you and care for you the second they make an appearance
She ensures you’re comfy and insists you stay in bed
Of course, Bela supplies you with plenty of soup and tea, as well, only the kind(s) you like, or can stand
She insists, tea is good for humans
While normally making the staff prepare meals, Bela takes this on herself
She’s naturally protective of you, yes
But when you’re sick?
She is incredibly protective
She dislikes leaving your side, but even more so- she doesn’t allow others to prepare your food
While it’s unluckily someone dares poison you, downright stupid, she does not care for this
She wants to ensure your safety
She needs to
And such, she takes upmost precision in her task
Studying instructions and even tugging a few maids to the side to prepare the tea right in front of her, under her watchful eye
Once done and satisfied, she brings you the pot and cups up to her room
Even if you have your own room, she insists you stay with her while you’re sick, and on the mend
Wrapped under your favourite blankets, she giggles when you poke your head out to watch her enter the room
The room is dimly lit, no bright lights or so
It’s comfortably warm, even more so under your blankets
Books and papers, pencils, stuffed animals and toys are littered on the bed in hopes of keeping you company and entertained when she must work- you know, she is never too far
She coos as she rests her hand on your forehead and feels its warmth. You’re burning up, she thinks
Truthfully, you always feel warm to her, but now especially so. She figures a fever is a relatively safe bet
Eagerly, you press into her touch
Her skin is cool, soothingly so. It feels amazing in contrast to your warm skin
Bela smiles sadly at this. If only she could open the window a little bit for you…
Still, both of you know the windows can’t be opened while she prevails in the room
She can’t help but giggle again, though, when you shake suddenly
She doesn’t mean to, really
She wishes she could help you, too. It just looked too cute and funny
However, the sound makes you laugh a little as well, despite the ache in your throat
Immediately, the action draws a wince from you, and Bela sits down on the bed to you
She wonders- how can she help you?
You whine again, unsure how to communicate what you want. You aren’t even all that sure what you need yourself
Upon noticing the warmth that radiates from you, she lightly tugs on one of the many blankets covering you
Immediately, you protest
“But aren’t you by far too warm, little one?”, she can’t help but wonder
Bela never has qualms about being too warm, but you? You don’t quite share her biology, after all
She would’ve thought the warmth- this much of it- must be uncomfortable
She feels you sweat, and immediately frowns in concern- she knows, you’ll likely want a bath, yet feels you aren’t quite strong enough for one just yet
You can’t help but wince again- it’s as though everything is too much
Your pyjama, clinging onto you due to the sweat. It feels like a second skin that traps you in place
The blankets, though soft and warm, are simply too warm
Yet, the second you move them or even stick a leg out, you’re shivering
Your throat, burning, aching, hurting so bad
Bela notices your hand flap for a moment, betraying your discomfort as tears begin to roll down your eyes
Immediately, she swarms under the blanket with you to pull you close
At this, surprisingly though, you already calm down
Bela yelps in surprise when you pull her flush against you, your arms wrapping around her entirely and your head resting on her breasts
She’s so cool, her skin so perfectly cold
Just right
Not too cold to make you shiver,
Just cold enough to harmonise with the warmth of the blankets
You sigh, finally feeling a little bit more content
She seems to understand though, and just smiles down at you
Gladly, she becomes your teddy bear if it makes you feel better
With one of her hands at the back of your neck and head, she gently runs her fingertips along your skin to soothe
With the other, she reaches for the tea to hand it to you
If only she had something for your throat!
She will talk with the duke soon regarding this, bring you cough drops and syrup, even if she cringes at the smell
All for her human. You’re her everything
Cassandra
Cassandra is immediately with you when she hears your fast, distressed heartbeat
You shriek when she appears in front of you, sickle raised and eyes darting around the room to scan it for a threat. When her eyes land on you, she immediately sees what’s wrong- you’re sick
She sinks to her knees when she finds you sit on the ground, her hands hovering above yours. With a nod of your head, she pulls you against her
She giggles when you worry about how sweaty you are, and about infecting her. Nonsense! She loves your scent, and she isn’t fussed about catching some of the bacteria
Her touch feels- amazing
Everything was too much. Your sore throat that tickles when you swallow. Your ears, your hands, the warmth you feel, the cold, all of it too much
It’s as though you feel everything- your skin, your bones, your clothing, the floor under you
Cassandra’s touch is grounding. She helps you focus on her, and only her
She’s strong and hard, but her skin is soft. It’s cool, and soothes your skin when you think it’s about to burn off you from the heat you feel
She hums for a moment, and you relax fully. She’s perfect for you
She smells strongly of blood, which has you sniffle. This makes her giggle a little- you’re so cute to her
Her precious little human. Her little lamb
It pains her to see you sick. Is there something she can do? Yes, but one thing after the other
Cuddling until you have enough or are no longer in need of it, she unwraps her arms from you
The first thing she offers is a bath
She knows, both of you are in need of one, and she doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the scents, even if you can’t smell them as intensely as her
Gently, she eases you off the floor and into the bathroom
She isn’t all that sure how to function the tub, really, and is thankful when you croak out some instructions
Still, at last she manages, and eases you into the tub
You wince at the light, and she immediately goes to turn it off. It’s quite nice, really, and her eyes nearly glow a little in the dim light
She is careful, yet loving, touching only when you allow her to with a nod of your head. She doesn’t want to end up overwhelming you more when she’s finally getting closer to calming you, after all
Cassandra hums lowly, her fingertips playing with the water surface as you get used to the warm water around you
Once set, she gently helps you rinse yourself off
She promises, she will get a bath after. She doesn’t want to turn your water red and dark from the filth and blood that clings to parts of her
And she sticks to her promise. As you finish up in the bath, she gently guides you to the bed
Placing your favourite blanket on the sheets and below you, she covers you with two more. Just to be sure
If it didn’t hurt your throat this much, surely you’d giggle at her coddling
Who would have thought- sadistic, “evil” Cassandra Dimitrescu, tucking you in and blushing a little when you shoot her a thankful smile
She’s always been good at knowing what you’re trying to tell her without the use of words
Abandoning her sickle for you to- play with?- she runs off to find you some medicine
You smile at this. While you don’t share her interest in weapons, it’s sweet of her to leave hers for you. You know she likes it a great deal
As she returns, she easily carries medicine and cough drops, stuffed animals scattered around the room, and even a platter containing snacks she’s found in the kitchens
You eat as she washes up, and smile when she returns and smells of the soap you picked out, as well as the subtle aroma of the woods she seems to always carry with her
It’s rare for her not to smell of blood, and you know it won’t last long. Still, you want nothing but to cuddle her now
To feel her cold skin against yours, by far too warm in comparison, to feel grounded by her arms around you
When she finds you squirming under the warm blankets already and looking up at her with big eyes, she already knows your silent question
Groaning and scoffing playfully, she gets in bed and allows you to cuddle her
You smile to yourself when she plays with her sickle and the sheets, as though to let you know;
She won’t leave. She wants you to rest, but she will still be there by the time you awaken
Daniela
She’s immediately by your side when you tell her you’re sick, and she won’t want to leave
Daniela doesn’t understand how you got sick, or even what sickness you have
She doesn’t understand humans all that much, at least as it comes to these things
But really? She doesn’t need to, either. She cares about you, for you, and that’s all that matters
You feel uncomfortable, overwhelmed. That’s all that is important to your lover
Putting you in her bed and covering you with the kind of blankets you like, she can’t help but press a small kiss to your nose
“It’ll be okay, my love. I’m here, my sweet”, she reassures
She asks, gently, if you can tell her what’s bothering you or how to help you
Daniela’s go to are cuddles
She doesn’t know many other means to help you
She dims the bright light of the room when it gets too much, and cuddles closer to you, insisting you must get some rest
Still, the ache in your throat hurts and your head throbs
As such, rest is nearly impossible to get, as you let the snoring woman know
Upon being woken up, Daniela tiredly offers to get you some blood. She insists, only the best for her little hu-
Oh, yes
You’re human
Humans don’t like blood, she recollects!
Giggling at this, she promises to bring you whatever you ask of her. She doesn’t want you to get out of bed, but will bring you all your heart desires
She brings you all kinds of things, unsure what a human wants or needs
Water, tea, soup, chicken, salad, bread, vegetables, candy, syrup, medicine for all kinds of things, juice, even some cookies she stole from her sister’s room
She offers you to change, or stay undressed entirely
It helps her, sometimes, to feel skin to skin contact without clothing
She also knows, sometimes you just dislike the fabric of your clothing
Daniela is perfect to snuggle, and she is convinced: cuddling can solve all
And lucky for you, Daniela happens to be the best snuggler around
With her arms around you and her chest pressing against your back, she talks quietly about her day as you eat
Her touch is grounding, and comforting
Her cool skin allows you to absorb the heat of the blankets without getting too warm
Occasionally, she steals some of the food she’s brought you, bearing only a small, innocent grin when you turn your head to look at her with a knowing smile
While blood is her favourite, the candy she’s brought is just too tempting!
“I didn’t do anything…!”, she insists, giggling, even as her breath smells sweet of the candy she just plopped in her mouth
She surrounds the two of you with many stuffed animals and reads to you in a gentle voice
Any of her stuffed animals are yours too, to hold and snuggle. They’re soft, and it makes you smile
She too believes sleep is the best medicine. It’s what’s been taught to her, after all
As such, she grants you a lot of rest, nearly all day
She encouraged you to sleep a lot, and eagerly dozes off as well when she is sure you’re asleep
And, of course, she is always still there when you awaken, often snoring lightly or snuggled up against you or a stuffed animal
Blankets cover both of you, her cool thigh against yours relaxing you when it gets too warm under the blanket
Surprisingly, the medicine she’s brought actually helps quite a bit, so that your throat aches less and you don’t feel the irritation with every breath
Your head feels clearer, and your skin less tingly. It feels nice again
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Oki I'm begging you, I just found out that they're planning on removing the furniture sets from the crowns shop and when I tell you I will cry if they do so, idk if you have any pull in these decisions but please if there's a way to make them stop then please do something 😭😭😭 sorry to ask this but those are some of the best items in the game and I love decorating houses, it won't be the same without it 🥺
Hey anon! So I can kind of answer this concern, but please know that whatever statements I make in this post may not be 100% what will happen- I am a character animator, so I don't normally know of/ any crazy changes to the crowns shop or other items for sale.
However, I am the animator specifically involved with the product team at KI- meaning, when I'm not working on stuff for the mainline wizard release, I'm the one who normally animates mounts/pets and some other stuff that's coming to the crownshop or will be in a bundle/pack/so on. If it Moves, i probably know a bit about it, but if it doesn't Move (so, furniture stuff lol), I usually don't.
I had no prior knowledge they were planning to remove some of the furniture packs- HOWEVER, I did talk to my product coworkers about it, and what happened was that **these packs were probably removed because a good many of them haven't sold AT ALL on over a year or more.
If something's not selling in the CS, we normally want to replace it with something that will. (kind of like how, if you're running a restaurant, and customers haven't bought your tomato soup bisque in six months, it might be time to take it off the menu and add a new soup to attract more customers & keep revenue/business going).
However, it sounds like their plan was to bring the furniture packs back for a limited time every so often, like for holidays or throw back Thursdays, etc.
Again, this is not an official statement by or from KI, so please don't treat this is fact. It's just some information i wanted to share because I totally get why it seemed like a sudden choice, and please feel free to (RESPECTFULLY) provide your own criticism- it defo helps us in decision making, or reconsider choices that have been made.
**Just a side note, we keep track and actively look at what is & isn't selling in the CS, among like, sooooo many other things. It's very rare that we (or, any company selling anything, really.) just "randomly" make choices on what to put/take out of the CS. It's not part of my job title to know/do that of course, but i do know our product team looks at these numbers every week to predict what we should do next, both short term and long term speaking.
Anywho, i hope this quells your anxiety anon! Just speaking as a player, those furniture sets are SO good so i was also nervous when i first saw the post xD But yea it (so far) sounds like they will return every so often and aren't going to be gone for good!
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So his name is Hayen from What it Means to be You... he deserves therapy with the rest of the cast tbh
The ml winter was raised to make money by his adoptive parents so basically the only way he knows how to make people happy is to Make Money And Buy Things. And he wasn't taught any etiquette and is from a discriminated ethnic minority in the country so he thinks he's garbage and then decides to pay the country's entire debt after becoming really rich and marrying their princess to earn a title (then the prince demolishes the royal family.and is like oh rip no title for you sir winter...
And then the princess is smart intelligent kind and just wants to be loved.... winter entrusted her to his parents but the parents basically stole everything he gave her and abused her for years while winter was extremely oblivious and far too trusting of his parents (he's very very hard to change and does successfully in the course of 140 chapters)
ITS A HORRIBLE CASE OF THE ML HAVING THE WORST POSSIBLE SELF ESTEEM AND A KIND SMART PRINCESS WHO JUST WANTS LOVE
He definitely starts out with the "she's a princess and has never had any financial problems, so I can never understand her since I was just a kid who was abandoned on the streets by my mother so obviously I will never understand her and she never would enjoy being with me since I am so different to everyone else and just garbage to her holy presence." And any concern she has in the beginning is just ignored and left to her parents in law
It's def a very heavy story (if you're up to it pls pls pls read) and also slowburn and very realistic of how people change very slowly and undoing things they've "known" for a long time, bad communication going for years eventually gets somewhere, whether for the better or the worse
Anyways Hayen is winter's like right hand man and he does everything one day he escapes to violets house and cries while drinking about how winter has neglected the company due to bad mental health (like bad. Bad mental health) and he is the one who does both of their work and he's overworked and he just wants a break
Though I was very happy to hear that winter fixed Hayen's problems... hayen's parents are gambling addicts and demand money from hayen every month and hayen doesn't want to pay them the insane amounts of money they are demanding .. so winter puts them in jail iirc
Anywho. It's a frustrating manhwa. Although the novel does a lot more justice to understanding winter (not that he's excused, but that he is also a victim by the parents)
Anyways. :) I'm very normal
im intrigued but also i feel like they all need group therapy
#ai letters#respectfully this sounds like a terrible manhwa w a very interesting b plot#i MIGHT read this considering how i managed to get thru all of hooky overnight but also im going to scream abt how bad it is in ur inbox-#-if i get around to reading it#(has suffered through wished you were dead)
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HI dumb silly liveblog im putting into tumblr post format from a year ago. P4GA vol 4 drama cd "Boo ~ I bear a grudge on you ~" featuring !!! the investigation team +marie horror summer school trip adventures. dojima and adachi at the pub. naoto getting scared to death again.
i am not fluent in JP and i just did this for fun the best i can i hope you can comprehend it at least. here's where i listened to it !!! please listen to it it has all the audio cues and context and it's part of the experience !! it's really fun
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September 27, 2021
10:17 PM
synopsis: the IT is trying out summer activities with marie :)
the track: /kids screaming yelling/ /adachi at the pub/ /kids screaming and yelling/
10:18 PM
i mean it also did say 'a test of courage' so i get why'd they be scaring each other but why does golden always love to pick on naoto
10:21 PM
narukami going 'yosuke....goochab (good job)' was cute actually
10:30 PM
from what i can comprehend so far, the IT's on summer break and want more stuff to do and decide to have this 'test of courage' by hanging around yasogami in the middle of the night with marie
they all pull straws and walk around in pairs depending who they pull and theyre narukami and marie, yosuke and rise, kanji and yukiko, then teddie and chie
10:30 PM
i dont wanna rewind rn but yosukes like 'haha im with risette im gonna scare her in revenge (of something, i couldnt catch it)' but shes being a girlboss and sharing her own horror story of something that happened in a film set and yosuke's like '(we are walking in the dark hallways of this school) ths is fine im a brave boy totally haha'
10:32 PM
their segment ended off with 'aww senpai but it's toootally real !!' and wind wooshing and thumping noises scare yosuke and rise's just 'oh thats just the windows. haha hanamura-senpai's a scaredy cat' and all he could do was laugh nervously
10:32 PM
oh tebbi footsteps
10:34 PM
oh he uses watashi?my little mascot bear i never noticed from all the third person or this is a golden thing
10:36 PM
i... couldnt understand what happened. teddie's paired with chie but he was busy scaring each other like 'wh...what if this happens' and chie's like 'omgg!!!stop!!!!' then something scared the two but all i could understand were zipper sounds and punching
10:53 PM
okok so it's dojima and adachi at the pub with dojima already a bit woozy and adachi sober for the sake of keeping his boss in check and we get some mamasan interaction!! (mama-san is what you call the lady bartender at the pub)
anywho, dojima's complaining about naoto being 'prodigy detective' and 'the kubo kid' and almost smacking the soul out of adachi's body while adachi responds like a good subordinate listening to his boss' drunken complaining
it's concerning to know that he made his own cup (mug?) overflow with adachi's concerning 'dojimasan--stop, stop!' and even reminding him about...nanako
keeping him together with the thought of his daughter and hes like 'nanako....' while adachi gets a call about how dojima's doing and while acting in disbelief that his boss going off again when accused and he gets hung up on and he just finds dojima asleep and. yeah.
look, i also forget adachi and dojima's dynamic whether adachi's genuine or not, dojima is right to be grateful for his company woww a pair of besties if i see one
10:54 PM
im only halfway through this disc and i havent even heard marie for the second time but i know she screams
10:55 PM
omg it's kanji and yukiko ohhh she sounds so excited like 'ohh creepy dark hallways this is so fun dont u think so my dear kouhai'
10:55 PM
'whether it'd be a monster or a Shadow i'll fight it' hi kanji
11:00 PM
ohh my vocab is failing me but some lovey dovey dialogue is going down and kanji's misunderstanding it but yukiko's like 'i love.,.,.,.,scary things (I THINK)'
they enter a room and yukiko's like 🗿 and kanji's like 'senpai¿?' and yukiko's like 'ok yeah whatever——OH PIANO' and she plays a few keys sounding creepy something something midnight something something
kanji keeps talking and yukiko just slams on the piano and goes 'kanji.....kanji....!' and she laughs over some pun i couldnt understand
11:04 PM
ok yukiko keeps laughing over the piano and banging on the keys and kanji's 'what if satonaka senpai and the others hear this' and yukiko goes all monotone again like 'you hear that' it;s footsteps
and she slides open the door and kanji's like 'wtf amagi senpai' and she sprints out and he chases after her 'SENPAI????'
11:06 PM
omg,.,.., mari,.,...,.,.,.,narukami asks 'are you scared?' and she's like 'whats a scared?' like her usual genuine unknowingness
11:09 PM
ohh thats so cute narukami's like 'watch this' and in yosuke and rise pov does yosuke get a call from him and rise's like 'yusenpai???!!!' as usual but all he does is breathe into the phone all creepily and while theyre distracted marie sneaks up on them and goes 'boo' and the two lose their minds screaming jskdfasfgwyefgasf
11:10 PM
narukami: so how was it, marie?
marie: it was...fun
narukami: right?
yosuke: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "RIGHT"???
11:11 PM
SHE WANTS TO DO IT AGAIN OOOOHH.,..,.,.,.,MARI HORROR GIRL SUMMER
11:16 PM
from what i can understand it's like chie hid into teddie's costume along with him and hes just having a hard time moving around. hes the only one who can see though and these two are a bunch of scaredy cats (bears) where teddie's like 'theres a-a-a g-g-g-guy'
11:19 PM
before marie finishes her creepy chant, chie loses it and starts kicking and punching inside the costume screaming, but once she unzips it shes like 'YOU GUYS?????'
then narukami's like 'do you hear the other disembodied voice next to you' and teddie's just Dead and while chie's apologizing hes like 'ahh..sharing chie-chan's warmth was such an experience.,.,. i thought i could see the light (from almost dying??????)'
11:22 PM
it's kanji trying to look for yukiko like 'amagi senpaaaaai where are youuuuuu' and marie tries to scare him and he's like 'oaugh. u n senpai tryin to scare me?' and marie's like 'aw geez, old timer' 'im NOT old'
11:22 PM
seven more minutes to this
11:28 PM
kanji goes 'so have you seen amagi senpai?' and narukami immediately tells everyone else 'new goal (idk what the initial one was) let's look for amagi' and oHHHH marie
shes running with the IT and shes like 'im making a memory...my heart feels....' AND THE V ROOM MUSIC BOX STARTS PLAYING AND SHE STARTS MAKING A POEM ON THE SPOT OHHH,.,.,I LOVE HERSO MUCHH
something something kami, shinigami, any god out there, heart something something "forever dreamer" AAAUAUGHGHGHGHG....
and narukami's talking about yukiko totally unrelated to marie, to which she snaps back into reality tsundere screaming 'NOOO NAAHH I WASNT WRITING ANYTHING NOO STUPIDIDIOTIHATEYOU'
11:32 PM
ohh wait they split up lmao so marie's alone and she just heard narukami in her head. anyway theres no one around and she heard something and shes like 'ANYONE?? DOES ANYONE HEAR ME??' and it cuts to narukami, who kanji followed, finding yukiko and hearing marie yelling
theres a weak exhale, as if the person's dead, and kanji's like 'naoto¿??'
11:35 PM
back to adachi in the pub getting a call about naoto and hes like 'yeah yeah yup yup i got it' ending the call he does his usual 'everything's such a pain' then dojima's heard snoring. adachi asks for beer and ponzu and mamasan talks up and goes 'oh it's all a pain, you say. but it's not like you hate it all either, do you?' FUCK OFF
11:38 PM
golden loves bullying naoto huh like the golden anime christmas special wasnt enough
11:43 PM
anyway, new scene where the IT apologize to naoto and they go on a fit with stuff like 'why are you here??? you couldve damaged schoool property????youre all idiots!!!' and something about being at yasogami because of uhh,., adachi?
WAIT SO 'shin-chan' FROM THE FIRST CALL WAS REAL??? SHIROGANEKUN.,.,.,,.,.,.brb strangling adachi for a bit
then a loony cartoon sfx and we're into naoto's pov flashback where they kept running into the IT and accidentally scaring each other starting from yukiko banging on the piano and laughing, being the first one to scare chie and teddie,
and ultimately running away to be where marie is after they split up to find yukiko. from how naoto perceived it, she recites her poem rather,.,.,.,ghoulishly and finally they drop dead on the spot, which was the thump marie heard
11:46 PM
loony cartoon sfx plays again and the flashback is over and rise's like 'aww but all that matters is that youre fine!' and naoto's still in a daze back to yelling 'NO, SCHOOL IS A PLACE TO STUDY AND YOURE ALL MORONS' and the fun time montage plays and fin
11:51 PM
ok thats it for my sucky tl liveblog oh wait heres the thing https://youtu.be/PasKTZtKx
#p4#tee el#sulululat#drama track#// hi okyakusantachi our tv broke so im revving up the disc player now#// it was 2021 sorry if my vernacular and typing is annoying im sure it got worse now though
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ahh hello! it has been on my to do list to drop by and share my love for pt 1 of atmospheric! i finally had the chance on friday to catch up on a lot of the fics on my tbr list, yours included!
i have to say it is absolutely so stinkin’ cute how bakugou is falling for reader. the entire chapter read so fun/and cute/and romcom-esque in theeee best possible way ever. i just love the tone of the entire story. i also like that a lot of the story thus far is from bakugou’s perspective and more in-depth in his mind than reader’s. i think it kind of keeps us in his mind space of being nervous and shy about the situation. and feeling just as surprised/happy when he sees reader! i love the burst of confidence he has at the end and how natural he slips into his “role” (but like its natural because asdfasdsadfa he is gettin into this so deep that it IS natural for him aaaahhhHH!).
okay and kiri and akari— really were just the highlight of it all for me. i know this is bakugou centric fix but that dynamic of bakugou/kirishima/akari just has my heart in a death grip i swear to god. akari and uncle kats is just so flippen cute and endearing. how bakugou helps to take care of her & kiri (the decaf tea omg)…just adds a whole layer of softness to the usual hard & rough exterior bakugou presents. like kiri asking bakugou to come over and saying “do you want some company?” when really i feel like he is asking for himself maybe 🥺…like it is unspoken and bakugou just knows as well to be there..sighs…the “off handed” beer comment showing bakugou’s concern!! then allowing kirishima to just mourn openly with him and let his bottled up sadness out…i just wanna say all these little details you’ve included truly mean so much to the characters and the story. it really makes it such a wonderful read.
anywhos, i could totally keep rambling on lol. but just wanted to express my thanks and thoughts ♥️! i love the world you are building and am so excited for what is to come!
im SO honoured!! to get a response like this to my fic 🥺
i feel like you’ve picked up everything i was intending to put down for the beginning of the fic, and it makes me SO HAPPY! i absolutely struggle writing longer pieces so this has been the hugest challenge for me, but to get feedback like this makes me swoon 😍
the whole fic will be very bakugo-centric, and im really enjoying him and his interactions with the other characters. eiji and aki especially. i feel like a matured bakugo would quite easily— knowing how to look after himself— step into a caregiver role, and though he’s not the best at handling emotions, would do his best to be there for eijirou.
thank you again for leaving this wonderful comment for me to read— it means the WORLD! i really appreciate it, and hope you enjoy the rest of the story! 😙💕
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Choco Bun: 8 - Final
Choco Pie
— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?
HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon
— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader
— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)
— Status: Completed
— Warnings: SUPER fluff, slight mentioning of smutty behavior
— Word Count: 1.7k
~MASTERPOST~
CHAPTERS: Prev
**AUTHORS NOTE**
Here is the final chapter of Choco Bun. Hahaha, bet you guys didn’t see that coming?? Lol, I said it was going to be short so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to post the final two chapters now! Can you believe this is my first fully finished story??? It is so far from perfect but it was fairly well developed to my standards! Anyway, I just want to appreciate everyone who gave it so much love and support. I do apologize if it kinda abruptly ended though, like I said, it’s not perfect and I’m still learning. Anywho, please enjoy and be on the look out for the official start of Pied Piper! Thank you to everyone who’s always been there and to everyone who’s new!! I can’t to keep writing and sharing with you all!
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“Mama? Where’s Papa Tae at?” the little boy before you asked.
You stilled for a moment, having just realized the presence of your oldest son here. You were currently in your work kitchen preparing the next batch of sweets for tomorrow's sales. However, a certain someone had waltzed in here roughly 15 minutes prior to your son and had been distracting you ever sense.
“U-Uh, did you g-go see if he was with P-Papa Jimin?” you asked, stuttering, desperately trying to keep a straight face.
The dark haired 4 year old cocked his head, his sharp eyes mimicking that of his fathers. He had little bumps on his head, his horns not quite yet growing in but making their presence known.
“But...I thought I could smell him here.” he pondered out loud.
That’s right, you forgot. For some reason Namjoon passed on his overly developed skills to his son as well, so he was far more advanced than a 4 year old dragon hybrid should be. Most children at his age are sensitive to the smells, so his accuracy shouldn't be this developed yet. You had to think quickly.
“H-Heeeh~!” you squeaked out.
“Mama?! What's wrong??” he asked, concerned.
“Nothing!! I’m fine sweetie!! I saw Papa Tae earlier! He...uh...he went to go see your father on the top floor!”
“Oh. Really? He promised we’d play ball today.” the little boy said with a pout.
“Your little sister is at the gym with Papa Kook and Papa Jin! I bet you they’d play ball. Just make sure Mr. Choi is with you when you take the elevator okay? Ahh-Ahnd I’ll be up to join you all soon too!”
The young boy contemplated for a moment before smiling.
“Promise?”
“Promise!”
“Okay! I will then! I haven’t seen any of them since this morning so I’ll go play with them!”
“Okay sweetie, please be careful!”
“I will! Bye mama!”
As the young boy waltzed off out of sight and out of range for his scent to pick anything up, you sighed. Your next immediate action was to start slapping Taehyung.
“Have you no shame!” you cried angrily at him, face flushed from overstimulation and embarrassment.
Taehyung removed himself from between your legs, your long dress no longer draped over his body. He casually licked his lips, having sat there eating you out while your son stood before you. He had a smirk on his face and a look of satisfaction present.
“He may have inherited hyung’s advanced qualities but he’s still too young. It all worked out in the end anyway.” he stated nonchalantly.
“That’s beside the point Tae! This is completely inappropriate and totally unsanitary! I’m running a business, remember?? Plus you didn’t even stop yourself while he was talking! He even got concerned!”
Taehyung laughed, eventually standing up and walking over to the sink to wash up from his previous actions.
“Where was all this protesting the last time I did this?”
You quickly shut your mouth and turned away from him. Your face was even more flushed than before and you huffed in irritation. Snaking his hands around your waist, he pulled you against his chest. Kissing your neck and then your cheek, he nuzzled into your scent.
“You’re so cute when you flustered. And you,” he said, rubbing your steadily growing belly.
“Make sure to watch over mommy okay? She’s doing too much work as is and she needs to rest. I was trying to provide some much needed relaxation for her but it’s apparently going underappreciated.” he said with a playful pout.
“Tae! Don’t tell our unborn child that!” you protested.
“Don’t be such a worry wart. You’ll keep Papa Tae’s words a secret, right, little one? We’ll keep this from your papa for now too.” Tae said, trying to bargain with your belly.
“You’ll keep what from me.” a voice called out.
You both froze in place, heads turning to look at the sudden moon dragon before you. Yoongi walked closer to you two before giving Tae a glare. He protectively embraced you while lovingly rubbing your stomach.
“Nothing! Wow, look at the time, I got to go see Namjoon now!”
“Kim Taehyung, if you think you can keep secrets from me with our child you are sorely mistaken.” Yoongi weakly threatened.
“What~, I would never! Right Y/n?”
You looked at him then sighed, caving to those pretty eyes of his. Turning to Yoongi, you smiled at him, nuzzling his neck to soothe any tension that was even made present.
“There's nothing to worry about Yoongi. He was helping me...relax a little. That’s all.”
Yoongi hummed, falling prey to your comforting touches.
“By eating you out?” he questioned.
You froze and Taehyung bursted out laughing.
“H-How’d you-??” you began stuttering.
“It wasn’t hard to tell. I can smell you all, remember? Your scent is pungent, especially when you are being intimate. Plus you're pregnant with my kid so my bond with you is a bit more heightened compared to the others.”
You pouted and gave an apologetic look, your stimulation having affected your bond. It was probably the reason he came to check up on you.
“No worries love, Tae’s just being a pervert.” Yoongi said, cuddling you even more.
“Hey, I was helping! In my own way.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes before flicking Tae on the forehead.
“Yeah sure. Next time, be more gentle. You went overboard and I couldn’t concentrate. Plus she’s pregnant so don't do too much.” Yoongi lightly chastised.
“Hehehe~ Sorry.” Tae said fiving his boxy smile.
“Hey! This is where you’ve all been! Everyone’s waiting downstairs for us.”
The three of you looked up to see Jimin. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they lit up unapologetically. He was the one who cooed over you the most when you got pregnant the first time. Namjoon was so scared, Jimin had to always coax him to calm down. He made sure Namjoon was always level headed and helped find books for him to review and read. When you got pregnant with Jin’s baby, Jimin was always present 24/7 then too. Jimin has been a massive help for every pregnancy and this one is no different.
“Hi Minnie~” you said as he began scenting you.
You giggled as his actions were a bit ticklish. He was always so protective of you and always went out of his way to, appropriately, ensure you were relaxing.
“Hmmm~ Smells like Tae did something dirty again.”
“It wasn’t dirty, it was a distresser. For both of us.” Tae clarified.
“Now it was for the both of you?” Yoongi chimed in.
“Regardless, we need to head downstairs and get you home! Are you done here?” Jimin asked.
You nodded your head, going over everything one last time before agreeing to head out. Your small group made its way to the elevators and down to the first floor. When you walked to the main entrance you were greeted with the rest of your family.
“Mama!” (Y/S/N) called out.
“Hello my love.” you said, embracing him back.
“Papa said that we're going home early because you need the rest.” he said happily.
You smiled at the little boy before agreeing.
“Yeah, mama has been a bit tired recently. All your papa’s are so kind aren’t they?”
“Yeah! They sure are!”
“Mama~!” a squeal came out.
You turned to look up at your daughter as she was being cradled in her fathers arms.
“I’d never forget about you, my lovely baby girl!” you said approaching Jin.
“Why don’t you tell mama how good you were today, huh?” Jin cooed.
“(Y/D/N)...good!” she giggled.
“Was she now? What a good girl you are!”
“How are you feeling (Y/N)?” Hoseok asked, approaching you and rubbing your belly.
“I’m doing okay. It’s a massive help with you all here actually. Thanks for asking Hobi.”
“Of course. We’ll always be here when you need it. Just don’t push yourself.”
“Hey hey, (Y/D/N), want to show mommy our new trick?” Jungkook asked.
“New trick?” you questioned.
“Yeah we do-”
“Absolutely NOT!” Jin interfered.
Jungkook already started laughing which made (Y/D/N) laugh too.
“Why are you trying to endanger our child!?” Jin questioned.
You knew this was all playful banter and (Y/D/N) must’ve had a field day spending time with these two. The bickering never ceased even now. When you turned to (Y/S/N) again began petting his hair. He looked up at you and smiled once more.
“Where’s your papa at?” you asked.
“He said he had to take care of a few documents at the front desk and that he’ll be back soon! He put me in charge of letting you know!”
“What a good boy. You know what? You did a fantastic job letting me know.”
His smile widened, those dimples of his mimicking that of Namjoon’s. Shortly afterwards Namjoon came running out with an apologetic smile.
“Hello my love.” Namjoon said, kissing your cheek.
“Pardon me being late.”
You smiled at the last to arrive before dismissing his worries.
“Nothing to apologize for! We didn;t wait long and plus I got to check up on everyone in the meantime.”
Namjoon smiled again before reaching out his hand for his son to take. Hoseok took the opportunity to grab his other hand, which only made the little boy happier. Yoongi and JImin stayed by your side as you all started walking out. Taehuyung was making (Y/D/N) giggle and laugh while Jin tried to desperately prevent Jungkook from throwing her around in the air at the tender age of 2.
This family was a big huge heaping pile of silly antics, crazy ideas, and childish behavior. But it was your family. A family you loved with all your heart. A family that cared deeply for one another no matter what. A family that you’d never change or exchange for anything. One that was still growing. Still getting used to this life. But it was one you could call yours and you couldn’t have been any happier to do so.
And thus was the closing of this story, the story of a little foreign bunny and her 7 dragons. A story where, just like a choco pie, it can’t be whole without each slice.
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Of Kings and Beasts - Four
Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve
Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrusted to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.
Warnings: Language, Kinda Slow Burn, Injuries, Fluff, SPOILER AND TRIGGER WARNING: miscarriage,
Word Count: 3K
A/n: I took a nap so this is a little late, but I hope you guys enjoy!!! Also, I sprained my good wrist at work yesterday lmao so now I’ve got a brace on each wrist. Anywho, here you go! Have a wonderful night!!
THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND VERY DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
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You spend nearly every free moment with the King now.
He is at your door every morning, waiting to escort you to breakfast, of which he provides all the conversation. Afternoon tea is spent together as well as dinner, all of which you go to simply because you do not have the energy to fight.
However, you would be lying if you said you weren’t starting to enjoy his company.
He tells you tales of his battles and stories of him and Steven when they were children. He explains the story of how he lost his arm but doesn’t let you see more than his metal fingers.
You find yourself missing him in the moments when he is not with you. And he feels the same. Although you haven’t said a word to him, your presence is one that he longs to have in the moments when you are not with him.
He hasn’t come to you at night yet. Still far too ashamed of his behaviour, and for that you’re grateful. You’re not sure if you could handle being with him in such a way again. Not yet, anyway.
“I hope you like the flowers I sent you. I do not know which types are your favourite, but my mother was partial to daisies so I thought perhaps you may like them as well.” He looks nervous as he pours you a cup of tea.
“If you do not, I shall have them taken back and new ones will be brought until I figure out which are your favourite.” You bite your bottom lip, wanting to speak the single word to tell him which flowers you prefer, but after so much silence you’re not sure you’d recognize your own voice.
He hisses, the teapot nearly dropping down to the table, and you jump, looking up at him in surprise.
“I apologize. My shoulder has been acting up with the coming winter. It does not do well in the cold.” You raise your eyebrows in question and he sighs. “They did their best to fix it, but the nerves are not all proper and there is a fair amount of damage beneath the scarring.”
You hesitantly rise to your feet and walk over to his side of the table, your fingers trembling as you reach for his left shoulder. He stands tall, eyes focused on you as you cup his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt.
Your eyes ask the question that your lips cannot, and he nods. Your shaking fingers move to the buttons of his shirt and you slowly pop one open, then another, and another, until he stands before you with his shirt open.
A shaky exhale leaves your lips as your eyes roam his muscular torso. He’s built beautifully, and you can’t stop yourself from touching the warm skin of his chest.
He inhales sharply and your eyes snap up to his, hand jumping off of his skin.
“Your touch... it feels nice,” he whispers in explanation, smiling softly at you as you lift your fingers back to his chest. You press your hand against him, his heat warming you to your bones, and the thrumming of his heart pounds against your palm.
Slowly as to not startle him, you move your hand up to his left shoulder, pushing the fabric of his shirt away and down his arms in the process.
Your eyes widen a bit at the scars covering where metal meets flesh, and you can’t help but feel sorry for the man before you.
Soft fingers brush over the angry skin and James sighs, his eyes falling closed. He hasn’t felt the softness of a woman’s touch in... years.
One of his hands instinctively comes to your waist and you freeze for a moment before realizing back into his touch.
This is easily the most intimate moment the two of you have shared.
You slowly lean forward and press a gentle kiss to the scars, repeating the action when you hear the noise of appreciation coming from his lips.
After a moment more and a few lingering kisses, you pull back. His other hand has found your waist and his thumbs are rubbing gentle circles against your hips.
“This is how we should’ve started our marriage,” he whispers, his eyes shut tightly. He peaks one eye open in time to catch you nodding.
“How I have treated you... it is something I am not sure I will ever be able to properly apologize for. I do hope that one day we will grow to love each other. I... You have not spoken, and yet I am already finding myself entranced by you.” You raise your eyebrows in surprise and he chuckles, one of his hands moving to the small of your back. He pulls you flush against his chest and you gasp softly, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin through the layers of your dress.
“I should have been gentle with you.” His nose dips down and traces gently over your throat.
“I should have treated you like the delicate flower you are. Instead... I deprived you of sunlight and water and forced you to wilt. I only hope... that with the proper care... I can nurse you back to the beautiful bloom you once were.” His lips press a kiss to your throat and you sigh, fingers splayed on his hard chest.
You slowly bring one hand up, shaky fingers threading through his thick hair.
“I-” The door bursting open cuts you off, much to the King’s dismay.
“What is it?!” He snarls, glaring at the intruder. Natalia and Samuel stand in the doorway, Nat smiling widely at the two of you.
“He’s here.” Your stomach drops and you look over at your Husband.
The anger on his face melts away and he takes a half step away from you.
“He... You’re sure?” You can hear the hope in his voice. The absolute unfiltered desperation. Nat nods, Sam copying the motion.
“They’ve brought him to see Doctor Banner, but he was awake and on his feet. From what I gather, he escaped from where we went searching and walked back. He’s... he’s here. He’s alive.” Glossy blue eyes turn to you and you smile softly, nodding at him.
“I promise I will come and get you as soon as I know he is in stable condition. I know he is beyond eager to meet you, so much so that he will put his own health aside.” He leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before running out of the room, following behind Sam.
Natalia stands in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest and a small smile on her lips.
“Come. Wanda has drawn you a bath in preparation for the King’s return.” You and her walk to your chambers in silence, you pondering all that has happened in the span of a few minutes and what awaits you with the return of the King. Nat, on the other hand, is proud of the change in the dynamic of you and James. It’s about damn time he realized what he has in front of him, in her opinion.
The bath is lovely and smells of lavender, however, it does little to ease your nerves.
What if King Steven doesn’t like you? What if King James goes back to treating you badly? What if-
“Stop worrying, Your Majesty. King Steven will love you. And if his behaviour today is anything to go off of, King James will not go back to how he used to be.” You look over at Nat, fear in your eyes and she smiles gently.
“What happened with the King today?” Wanda asks curiously.
“When we got word of King Steven’s return, Sam and I ran to find James. We... interrupted what looked like a tender moment between the King and Her Majesty. And before he left he kissed her in front of both of us.” Wanda raises her eyebrows, a smile on her face.
“Well, I would agree with Nat on this one then. King James has truly been different towards you. One might even say that he has been kind.” You nod in agreement, happy to have gotten one of your questions answered.
“Come now, let us get you dressed.”
You step out of the tub and Nat inhales sharply, her eyes on your rounded tummy.
“Your Majesty...?” You wrap yourself in a towel and give her a nod, letting her know that her assumption is correct.
“Have you told his majesty yet?”
You shake your head ‘no’ then sigh, gently stroking your stomach.
They dress you in a lilac gown that is fairly tight around your midsection. Tight enough to show off the little bump you’ve grown if anyone were to look long enough.
"The Kings will be thrilled! You must tell them today!” Nat exclaims, her face alight with glee. The edges of your vision get blurry and you shake your head, both at her and to try and clear your sight.
“It is up to you, your Majesty but I would recommend doing it soon.” You simply nod, one hand on your stomach gently.
A knock on the door nearly startles you out of your skin.
“The Kings have asked for the Queen,” a male voice says. You exchange nervous glances with the two women, however, they smile encouragingly despite the situation.
You take a deep breath and lift your head up high, determined to make a better impression on King Steven than you did on King James.
Natalia walks with you towards King Steven’s room, the room that the Kings shared before one of them was lost.
As you’re descending the staircase you stop, hand gripping the railing so tightly you’re surprised it doesn’t break.
“Your Majesty?” Nat questions, confused and concerned.
You open your mouth to tell her you need Doctor Banner, but nothing comes out. No, instead, you collapse right there on the stairs.
“Your Majesty!” Nat shouts, diving down to stop you from falling down the stairs any more than you already have.
“Someone help!” She shouts, holding your head gently in her lap to protect your neck.
Guards are rushing in, shock colouring their features as they see their Queen on the stairs unconscious.
“Pietro, carry the Queen back to her chambers and have Wanda gather water for her. I need to find Doctor Banner.”
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There are tears in the King’s eyes as soon as he sees his husband.
Steve sits on his bed, eyes trained on the doorway while doctor Banner cleans some of his wounds. As soon as the two are in the same room Steve is on his feet.
“Buck,” he whispers. The brunet takes slow steps forward before reaching out and cupping his cheeks.
“Steve.” It comes out almost like a whimper and the blond frowns.
“I’m here, my love. I’m back.” They embrace tightly, the brunet’s shoulders shaking as he tries to control his sobs.
“Your Majesties... I need to tend to King Steve’s wounds,” Doctor Banner says softly. James pulls away and nods, sitting down on the bed beside his husband.
The two simply gaze at each other for a long moment before Steve finally speaks.
“Is she here?” James nods, a small smile on his lips. “She is. And she is everything we’ve wanted and more. I fear I have not been kind to her, but we are rebuilding our relationship.” Steve nods, his hand held tightly in both of James’.
“The King will require much rest before he sees anyone. I know it is hard, but he has undergone a lot. I will have food brought to him, but right now all he needs is rest.” The two Kings nod, content to spend time with each other and forget about the world, if only for one night.
Any semblance of peace is shattered, however, by Natalia throwing the door open.
“Doctor Banner, it’s the Queen. Sh-she’s taken a fall.” The doctor is on his feet quickly.
“Send for the midwife immediately,” he says, gathering his things and running out of the room.
“Wait, midwife?” James asks, rising to his feet. Steve follows suit and soon enough they're all sprinting through the palace towards your chambers.
Before the Kings can enter, Nat is pulling the door closed. Right as she does, a scream comes from behind the wood.
“What the Hell are you doing?” James demands.
“I do not believe this is how she would want to meet her husband for the first time. Allow her space.” The King shakes his head.
“My wife is in there, and she is carrying my child. I have every right to be in there with her, especially if she is in danger. I have only just got my wife back and I will not lose her.” Nat sighs but steps aside, allowing the two men into your Chambers.
You’re on the bed, one hand clutching your stomach while the other grips the bedsheets tightly.
“What's happening, Doctor?” Steve demands, moving to your side quickly. He gently takes your hand in his and you squeeze it instantly.
“It does not look good, Your Majesties. I cannot tell whether it was the fall or the stress on her body, but I can no longer hear the heartbeat.”
A sob bubbles out of you at his words and the Kings are moving quickly.
Steve climbs onto the bed behind you, propping you up on his chest and smoothing your hair gently away from your face.
The way he’s instantly able to care for you in a way that James still has trouble with causes the brunet pain, but he pushes that aside and kneels beside your bed, taking Steve’s place in holding your hand.
A heartbreaking cry of agony leaves your lips, the back of your head digging into the blond King’s chest as the Doctor urges you to push.
“Is there anything that can be done for the pain?” Steve asks softly. The doctor shakes his head solemnly. “We can only give it time and hope that she is able to push swiftly.”
Tears rain down your cheeks and James is reminded of the events that occurred to cause your pregnancy.
“I’m sorry, (Y/n),” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
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Hours after your pain started does it finally end, with you bloody and sweaty and childless on your bed, your husbands both sitting by your side.
Steve presses gentle kisses to your clammy forehead while one of his arms wraps around your upper torso. You grab at his forearm with your free hand, bottom lip wobbling as the reality hits you.
You look to King James, fear evident in your teary eyes.
“W-will you have me beheaded for losing your heir?”
The first words you’ve spoken in weeks and he’s nearly crippled with guilt by them.
“Beheaded? Of course not. No one could have anticipated this. You need only rest and recover.” That’s the voice of King Steven, and for a moment you find yourself feeling embarrassed at the fact that this is how he’s meeting you for the first time.
“I will never be able to apologize enough for the pain I have caused you,” James whispers, raising his hand to wipe a tear off of your cheek. You subconsciously flinch away and Steve stares at you in shock before turning his gaze to his husband.
The look on his face is enough for the blond to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
“I know you do not know me, but I promise you that all I want is for you to be happy and healthy. Heir be damned.” You sniffle and nod, pulling your hand out of James’ grip and holding onto Steve tighter, anchoring yourself to him.
You cry yourself to sleep, body and mind exhausted after the trauma of the day.
The two Kings, however, do not sleep.
“What have you done to her?” Steve asks bluntly. The brunet closes his eyes tightly and shakes his head.
“You need to understand that I... I wasn’t myself. You were gone and she was meant to be for both of us.”
“Answer the question.”
“I... forced her. And I struck her. And by the Gods the words that came from my mouth... I will spend eternity in hell for all that I have done to her... all the pain I have caused.”
If you were not asleep against his chest, Steve would be on his feet beating his husband to a pulp.
Instead, he takes deep breaths to reign in his anger, determined to keep his cool with you so near.
He wraps both arms protectively around your figure, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head then closing his eyes tightly.
“I cannot excuse my actions, but if you will listen, I will attempt to explain them. Although there is nothing I can say that will ever make what I did right. And I regret every moment of what I did.” The blond slowly opens his eyes, giving his husband a glare.
“We will have words. Until then, she is my priority. I cannot bear to look at you knowing what you’ve done. Leave us.”
The brunet doesn’t argue, knowing that he’s getting far better treatment than he deserves considering all that he’s done to you and the pain he’s caused. He rises and leaves silently, avoiding the knowing eyes of Natalia as he heads towards his chambers, spending yet another night alone.
Steve presses kiss after kiss to the top of your head, his heart heavy with what little he knows of what you endured.
How the man he thought he knew could treat you so poorly is beyond him, but he’s determined to make up for it, even if James cannot.
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Cats Movie AU: Getting To Know Us
So I said I was working on short stories in this AU, and of course I had to write one centered on the Demestrap relationship, so here’s that, for those interested. ^.^ Actually practically all of them that I’ve written so far are centered on them, but the other characters do grab some interesting time as well. I’m sorry, I’m enamored with this AU, I can’t help it. xP Anywho, enjoy the Demestrap sweetness! This takes place pretty much right after the Ball.
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The dawn sun was casting downtown London into a soft, peaceful orange glow. The traffic was already starting to roar in the city streets, and it was a typical lovely day after a night of celebration, magic...and for a few cats, not a small amount of worry and fear, to be replaced with relief and wonder.
A fairly exhausted Demeter walked along the side-street with an equally-tired Munkustrap, to the small alley junkyard that lay not too far away from the abandoned old theater where a bunch of the Jellicle street cats called home. He'd asked her if she had a place to stay yet, and she'd informed him that no, she'd been in the middle of running away when they met.
And so, with a soft, tired smile, he'd asked her to follow him to his home...if just for the night. There were plenty of places in the junkyard that a cat could make into a den, he'd explained; he considered it a part of his territory, as it lay right below his humans’ flat.
The long-haired tortie was grateful for the thought...after all, what was she to do now? Surely stay with the Jellicles, for all the fun she had with them and how welcoming they were...and she was no stranger to surviving on the streets. Bombalurina was going to live in the theater, she'd said, and help keep an eye on Victoria and any other homeless youngsters...Demeter was already making plans in her head for living in both places.
And then there was this...thing that seemed to be blossoming with the young de-facto leader, the silver tabby walking in companionable silence beside her. She admired him for his bravery and kind nature...and he seemed to enjoy her company too. But...getting into a possible romantic relationship was a risk, she knew that very well. Yet, he seemed nothing like Macavity...he cared about her, helped her, went out of his way for her. A cat like him, she's only dreamed of....maybe...maybe it could work.
Or maybe I am a romantic fool.
"So," said Munkustrap, and Demeter was brought out of her over-thinking to listen, "I can't help but wonder if you do have a home, or did...considering your collar."
She paused to think for a moment, toying with the spiked apparatus, then let out a sigh. "I...did have a home. A nice, small human family with a house. I loved them, and they loved me...or so I thought. At some point, a lot of strange things started happening...vases and other valuables dropping and breaking, or going missing...things scratched up and destroyed in the yard. They were starting to blame me, because...what else would it be other than the cat? I was...convinced to leave them, thinking that they would get rid of me anyway."
"Oh, that's terrible," he hummed, and she heard the caring concern in his voice and saw the way his face fell at the thought. "What convinced you to finally leave?"
"Well...Macavity did. I met him when I was still living there, and we'd been hitting it off. When these things started happening, it was he who asked me to go with him, and promised me a better life, a more exciting, adventurous one...this was long before I'd found out what he was really like, of course."
"Mm..." the silver tabby hummed. "I'm afraid...I would think, perhaps, that it was he who did all of those things, he or his lackeys...in order to get you to come with him."
Demeter nodded. "I'd finally realized that too. I don't think I'd ever return to my humans, though. They live too far away from here...and I'm too used to the streets. It is scary...but there is freedom, and now that I've found you lot, it is much more friendly."
He hummed a chuckle as they turned into the yard. She followed him in leaping up the side wall. "I'm glad you like us," he replied. "I'd hoped you would. We have our quirks, but we look out for each other. You're in a safe place."
She smiled shyly. "I know I am...I didn't think that anyone would be able to fight back against Macavity before. By the way...thank you, Munkustrap. You should never have had to do that..."
He stopped to look back at her with quirked eyebrows, and then turned to face her with a smile. "I will fight for anyone in my tribe...you have been a part of it the moment you sang with us. And besides...I couldn't let him take you back...I knew you feared that the most."
"Still...you were scratched up fairly well..."
"Only scratches, nothing more," he said, reaching for her paw. She placed it in his, and he gently squeezed it. "Never you worry about me...I would fight again if I have to. And also," he grinned, "You can call me 'Munk'. Everyone close to me does."
Demeter giggled, feeling warm. "I will, then...I'm honored, truly."
"The honor is mine."
They scooted close to one another and sat on the wall, overlooking the shadowed junkyard with their paws joined for a moment or two longer.
"...I really did have such a fun time," Demeter sighed quietly, breaking the silence as she leaned against him almost subconsciously. "More so than I've ever really had before. Especially dancing with you...if I'm quite honest."
"That was wonderful, yes," he murmured. "I don't know if it was the moon, or...or me. Or you, the way you danced, so divine...I, ah," he shook his head, feeling like he was briefly in a daze. "I'm sorry, I must sound silly, I just...I really enjoyed it too. It was...it was magic."
"It was...perhaps literally, considering what I've seen happen," Demeter hummed, smiling shyly. "And you don't sound silly at all, Munk. I..." she sighed. "Oh...I don't want to tiptoe around this bush all morning. Are...do you think we...have something, together? Because...I can't help but feel..."
She felt him squeeze her paw. As she looked up at the silver tom, he actually seemed a bit nervous, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I...think we might. I mean...I suddenly found myself quite...smitten by you last night. But I...I also know that you seemed to be escaping something horrible. And if what you imply is right, that you were close to Macavity...and he hurt you...I don't want to hurt you either, I would never. I dunno how you feel exactly, so..."
The tortie found that her heart was racing steadily, listening to him. He really was very well-mannered and sweet, as well as brave. "You're probably right...I do feel something for you too, Munk, but there is also this little nagging voice that tells me that it might go terribly wrong. Still, I do want to explore this. At least keep seeing you, because I do enjoy your company. If you feel the same."
He smiled, and invited her into a warm embrace, which she accepted. She found herself easily fitting into his arms. "I want to get to know you as well, Demeter. I want to know you and your whole story, and in return I'll tell you everything of me as well, whatever you wish."
"I would like that," she smiled, and closed her eyes with a wistful sigh, feeling his nuzzling against the top of her head, and she returned it in full.
After a moment, she pulled back and sighed. "Well...now that I am a street cat...I should probably get rid of this," and she tugged at the snap at the back of her collar. "After all, Bomba did."
"Only if you feel comfortable doing so," Munkustrap nodded. "Do you need help?"
Once he asked that, however, there was a short little click that signaled the collar coming undone. She slid it off easily and looked at it for a moment more, as if weighing the decision in her mind. Then, she closed her eyes with a huff and released it into the rest of the refuse with a hard throw, never to be seen again.
"I bet that felt good," the silver cat grinned.
She snorted, rubbing her neck a little to free it of the sensation of still wearing the collar. "Good, and hard. But good." She took in a breath and looked up at him again with a smile, and the look in her eyes made her glow with a new inner fire, as if she were also casting off the memories of a hard past.
He smiled and gave her brow a gentle bump with his before looking up. She followed his gaze to the window just above them, which was partly open with the curtains inside gently billowing from the air. "That is my humans' flat," he explained. "I am there during the day. They always keep the window open a smidge for me to come and go as I please." He turned back to her. "I'll come back out again at sundown. Meanwhile there is a space down there in that old car you could probably use for a den, or wherever you wish to make it, like with Bombalurina at the theater...whatever you want to do. I'll bring you a portion of my supper as well when I come out."
Demeter smiled shyly and laughed. "Munk...I can hunt."
"I figured," he grinned back, "But I get more than I can eat. I'm happy to share. We can talk more over some nice meals together."
She nodded, smiling. "That would be nice. I suppose I'll see you at dusk, if not a little later."
"Count on it," he hummed, giving her paws one last little squeeze. She responded by leaning close and giving him a farewell peck on the cheek, which made his face warm up.
And with that, he took a flying leap back up to the window, and she could hear his loud "mrow!" as he greeted his humans inside.
So started their daily routine of continually building their relationship.
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"...Have you ever been in love before?"
The innocent question from Demeter made the young tom lift an eyebrow, before he raised his gaze to the sky in thought. The encroaching night was still fairly lit up with the waning full moon, but the clouds threatened to make it feel like it was getting darker faster and earlier.
It was later that evening, and after both had a good long rest of regaining their energy from the previous night, they were now sitting beneath the glow of a street lamp atop the roof of the car that sat a ways under Munkustrap's window. Demeter was enjoying a feast of delicious wet foods brought to her in a little bag, and the silver tabby's tail-tip was flicking back and forth as he pondered her question.
"Hard to say," he finally said. "I've...tried to be in a relationship before, but it wasn't to be. I've always felt that being in love was this big, emotional and beautiful thing that I couldn't quite grasp before, and I've always been told that I'd just...know when I was." He sighed lightly and gave Demeter a shy, crooked smile, doing his nervous tic of scratching the back of his neck. "I haven't even pursued another relationship with anyone, up until this point."
Demeter chuckled. "I find that hard to believe...you are the leader, brave, handsome, talented, and so very well-mannered and kind. Any smart queen would have had their eye on you."
Munkustrap laughed and shook his head; he looked even cuter when he was flushed. "Well, not that I don't think the queens in the tribe are smart...I have gotten some looks, I suppose, even some flirting...but the ones that did tended to be...for lack of a better word, snooty. Self-important and a bit dull. Not my type at all."
Interested, the tortie set her empty bag to the side and watched him. "And...how exactly did I turn your head, then? I suppose I am pretty, but...I am a coward. And not at all as interesting as you."
"Demeter, come now," he chided gently, turning to her and taking her paws. "You are very interesting, and very different from the others. Not to mention hardly a coward; you stood up to Macavity, for Cat's sake. You are not only a beautiful queen, but you are funny, and able to take charge when need be, kind and sweet...honestly, when I felt that little pang in my heart for the first time regarding you, it came as a shock, and for the first time...I wanted to be close to someone. If it is me actually finding that feeling of falling in love, I certainly would have to find out."
Shyly, she averted her gaze; but he placed his paw under her chin to bring her eyes back to his. "I hope I didn't overdo that confession," he chuckled. "But it is true."
Demeter huffed a tiny giggle. "No...that was nice. Albeit cheesy, perhaps...but it is making my heart give that little pang as well. It first did that when...hrm, when Bombalurina pointed out to me before the Ball that you might be trying to charm me. So help me Cat, it was working, if so."
He rolled his eyes and let her paws go with a little laugh, lightly sidling up against her side. "Well, you know now that I wasn't exaggerating about how the Ball was more than just a party. But I suppose I might...charm someone without even knowing it."
She giggled and playfully rubbed her shoulder against his. "So...when did you feel...more about me than a mere new friend?"
He shrugged a little. "I dunno...I think I liked you from the start...you were someone I really wanted to help, but you impressed me with how strong you are inside. I think when I saw you at the Ball, dancing...that's when my heart gave me a message. Dance with her. And oh did it want to fly when I did."
Demeter felt her face getting warm again, and she cuddled against him, feeling his arm going around her shoulders as she did. "You've got a poetic soul, you know that? But, you are right...my heart too was soaring as much as my feet. I hope we get more opportunities to dance together again."
He smiled and held her close, nuzzling her head. He sounded like he was as immersed in just being there with her, as she was with him. "I think we will...the Ball isn't the only party we have. Other than on holidays, sometimes we just have dances in the theater, for fun. Life can't be all about survival, after all."
"Agreed," she murmured, letting her free paw find his and squeezing it.
They sat on the wall for a bit longer, sharing warmth and purring, until it was time to take a stroll into the night streets and check on the other cats.
Another thing she loved to do regarding Munkustrap was to watch him interact with the others. He was like a father figure to the kittens, or a favorite uncle, the way he would tell them stories and joke with them. The adults held him with a great amount of esteem, but he wasn’t vain or bossy. He was a level head, someone to talk to, a patient soul...even if sometimes he would lose his temper at anyone trying to mess with him too much, it only served to teach them their due respect. More so if it was him defending someone else.
Demeter thought back on his words, about knowing when you really fell in love. She thought she knew what it was, once. But now...now she knew what to look for. And it fell into place in her mind and heart like the pieces of a puzzle, a grander picture. If this was what he was feeling for her, then she very well couldn’t blame him for wanting to find out what the full picture would be.
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For the next couple of weeks or so, they would adhere to their little schedule of meeting up at dusk, having some time together, and then visiting with the others until dawn. For the most part, Demeter got along well with the rest of the tribe (especially with her little adopted niece, Victoria, and the other kittens). Cassandra however was usually curt with her, and always watched her with a suspicious side-eye most of the time they crossed paths. Demeter just chalked it up to just not caring for newcomers all that much. She’d been like that for much of the time the tortie had first shown herself.
The other toms were polite and showed her respect...though sometimes Alonzo would try to flirt with her, and she would rebuff him to the point of nearly slicing into his face (she thought Tugger would keep trying as well, but he’d seemed to get the hint the first time, and would only shoot smiles and eyebrow wiggles). Munkustrap at one point had given the black and white van tom a talking-to, warning him to respect the tortie's boundaries, considering her background. Soon enough, he would stop bothering her, and would direct his flirting towards Bombalurina instead...when the Rum Tum Tugger wasn't around.
It was easy to see how the red queen had charmed and befriended the Jellicles, for quite a while before she actually dropped Macavity's influence to fully join them. She was her usual charming self after the Ball, but now she was more involved and honest, proving her trust wherever she could. She was easily forgiven for her role in the Ball's fiasco by the others, although she seemed to avoid Munkustrap. Nevertheless, Demeter was happy; Bombalurina had been perhaps her only friend when they were with the feared Mystery Cat...she'd protected her like an older sister would...and now they could rekindle a friendship without looming anxiety around them.
Once, the queens sat with the young leader around the prey that they'd hunted in the mid-night hours and talked. Bombalurina was surprisingly humble in front of the silver tom when it was discussed forgiving her, and making sure she was fully with the tribe. With a reassuring smile, he'd said that he'd never not considered her a part of it...and so long as she did her part, she was always welcome, which made her beam in a way that Demeter had never seen before. It was a testament to his kindness and patience, that only made the tortie's feelings for him stronger.
"You are extremely lucky to have that tom," Bombalurina had told her when they were alone. "He's far too serious for my liking, though, but he'd be quite good for you." And for once, she seemed to agree (mostly out of relief that it was true, he didn't seem to have an interest in other queens).
Her faith in him was once tested, however. There was a moment when she was walking past an alcove where he was sitting, and there also sat Cassandra, in uncomfortably close proximity. Unable to help herself, Demeter stayed hidden behind a pillar and listened to the conversation.
"...It just seems to me that you have grown enough to want another try at a real relationship," Cassandra practically purred. "I'm sure that little street queen wouldn't mind if you also had one closer to your rank in this tribe to be close to once in a while. It is a cat's way, after all, to have more than one partner...that you don't have every adult queen at your beck and call is a mystery."
Demeter's heart sank practically into her stomach. It is true...Munkustrap could have anyone he desires...and I would have to live with it...if he's happy...but I must be broken. My heart would shatter if he did. He doesn't deserve me. It seems like Cassandra is the one he used to be with.
But to her surprise, Munkustrap calmly raised a paw and pushed her back. "Cass, please. I told you a long time ago, it wouldn't work out. We just don't connect, and I doubt we ever will. You are a catch, to be sure, but...I can't see myself giving my heart to anyone but Demeter, if she will have me."
The Burmese huffed, but she backed away a little, as per his wishes. "You are a strange one. Well, I will still be around, when you eventually tire of just one queen."
"I doubt that will happen," he calmly retorted as she turned to leave. His voice turned stern. "And I don't want to see you giving her any trouble because of your attitude."
She chuckled. "She will have no trouble from me...if anything she has my respect for how she handled Macavity. I'll thus respect your wishes, and hers. But keep my offer in mind, at least." And with that, she sauntered off.
Demeter's heart returned to her chest with a gentle, wonderful burn as she watched him sigh and roll his eyes after she left. He really does fancy me...and only me, as he said. She held back her tears and held her paws over her chest. Be still my broken heart, he's mending it again for certain.
Munkustrap, unaware that he was being watched, stood and stretched out his limbs. I swear to Cat, I'll never know what to do with that one. It will make me all the happier to see my sweet lady again...
Just then, as if she were called by his thoughts alone, he heard a familiar voice from behind the nearby pillar. "...Munk?"
He perked his ears and looked up, and his heart started faster upon seeing Demeter shyly poking her head from her hiding place, a timid smile on her features.
The silver tabby smiled as well upon seeing her. "Deme..." then, he paused, his head tilted in a bit of concern. "How long were you back there?"
She guiltily laid back her ears as she stepped out toward him. "I...managed to hear your conversation with Cassandra...I was passing by and noticed you with her. I shouldn't have eavesdropped, forgive me..."
He closed the distance between them, smiling as he placed his paws softly on her shoulders. "It's fine, no need to apologize. To be honest if our roles were reversed, I'd have...probably listened in too."
Demeter smiled back, placing her paws on his upper arms and idly smoothing down his fur. "...So, that was all true? That I'm...the only queen in your heart?"
He pulled her into a warm embrace, nodding. "Yes. I really can't see myself falling as hard for anyone as I've fallen for you, Deme."
She gave a little giggle, nuzzling her face into his neck and hiding it there. "Then you'd have nothing to worry about if you did eavesdrop. You're the only one I can see myself with here too, as much as Alonzo and Tugger try. I thought something was wrong with me, that I was becoming possessive."
He squeezed her tightly, his heart thundering. He wondered if she could feel it. "I once thought that something was wrong with me, too...but I suppose every cat is just different, and we ended up meeting another who felt the same; one partner is enough. I don't care who tries to sway me. I want to stay with you, for as long as I possibly can. If you do, as well."
"And I do, very much so," she murmured into him.
After a moment of holding one another, he gave a quiet sigh and pulled back with a smile. "I'm glad we cleared the air on that. Of course, if anything changed, I would only think of your happiness. I'm not the jealous type."
She chuckled. "I appreciate that, Munk. I confess that I might not feel as used to the idea...but I would only think of your happiness, as well, if you were to want another."
"Again, I doubt it...but we shall have to see how this goes, and hope that we can work through any hurdle together." He bumped his brow gently to hers. The look in his eyes seemed a little shy. "Do you...mind if I kiss you?"
She smiled, feeling herself welling up a little, before framing his face with her paws. "Not in the least. After hearing all of that, I want to kiss you, too."
"Then it’s settled."
Their lips met, and it was like a gentle tingle had gone through both of their nerves, akin to the cool feeling of relief in their hearts. Demeter instantly felt such a difference in Munkustrap's kiss...just like him, it was kind and loving and respectful, with a touch of fervor that she couldn't help but only feel flattered by.
For the silver tom, it was the first time he'd been kissed by a queen that he genuinely liked and admired...perhaps even started to love. It felt much better than any other kiss he'd gotten...the fact that she was no novice to such intimacy only made him feel more honored to be on the receiving end of it.
They parted after just a moment to catch their respective breaths. Demeter's gaze was shyly averted from his, though she had a blissful smile on her features. Munkustrap only held her close and nuzzled the top of her head, feeling just as much as if he could fly. There really was no need for words to tell each other how they felt.
"Hey, lovebirds."
The sound of a new voice made the couple nearly jump out of their skin, and they turned to see the Rum Tum Tugger giving them a smirk as he leaned on the pillar.
Munkustrap gave a harsh sigh, sparing a brief smile towards Demeter as he let her go. "What are you doing here, Tugger?"
"Hey, I have to make fun, it's a brother's prerogative," he snickered. "Also, Misto is wanting to put together a performance showing off his new tricks, so it would be good to have some help...if I'm not interrupting the start of a little rendezvous."
Demeter's eyes rolled. "If that were the case, you wouldn't be able to interrupt."
That statement made both of the brothers' eyebrows rise as she strolled on past the fluffy cat and back into the main auditorium. Tugger just shook his head and laughed, giving Munkustrap a look. "You are one lucky sod. I guess she really is off-limits."
Munkustrap could only sigh with a wistful tone, shaking his head and grinning. "Yes I am, and yes she is. Anyway," he hummed, "We can discuss this later. Tell me what Misto needs help with."
And so the couple went about their night until she would escort him to his flat at dawn, knowing now that surely their relationship would be off to a pretty decent start.
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Give Us A Song - Thorin’s Company
Warnings: None, just some platonic fluff with the whole gang
Words: 1,038
Pairings: None. Thorin’s Company x Reader (platonic)
(A/N: Kinda a song fic, if you count a lil’ bop from Frozen 2 lmao.)
(Song: All Is Found by Evan Rachel Wood from Frozen 2.)
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As the company settled down in their little campsite for the night, Bofur heaved out a sigh.
“Are you alright, Master Bofur?” You spoke in a gently voice, concerned for the dwarf.
He turned to face you, sitting up that tad bit straighter. “Aye lass, I’m fine. Just a bit too quiet for my liking.”
“Why don’t you sing to us tonight? We know your singing isn’t THAT terrible.” You teased as you gave him your suggestion.
“I think the others have had quite enough of my singing, my lady.” He quipped as a playful smile resided on his face.
“Why don’t you sing to us lass?” Balin asked from his place across the fire.
You turned your attention towards the kind old dwarf and shook your head with a smile. “No, no, I’m quite certain the companies’ ears while be bled dry by the time I would finish any song I would sing.”
“Oh, c’mon Y/N, give us a song.” Fíli and Kíli spoke at once, almost in a whining manner, making you chuckle.
You closed your eyes and took a quick, deep breath before sighing and giving in to your companions’ request. “Fine. What would you all have me sing?”
“Maybe you should sing something that holds a deep meaning to you, my dear.” Gandalf spoke, holding his pipe that emitted smoke from both ends.
You smiled softly, knowing what song would be sung by you. “Okay. Although, I’m not certain that you may like it.” You gave faux warning as you flashed them a playful smile before it softened. “It will be a song from my people, from the enchanted forest that I came from.”
“We’re sure it will be great regardless of its’ origin.” “Bilbo smiled from his place beside you.
With that, you nodded and turned to look into the fire, beginning the sweet song your mother once sang for you as a child.
‘Where the north wind meets the sea,
There's a river full of memory.
Sleep, my darling, safe and sound,
For in this river all is found.’
They gaped at you in awe as your silken smooth voice carried throughout their small campsite, not one of them daring to make a single sound for they fear they would disturb the beauty they hear.
Images of your mother cradling your child sized body to hers in your body as she sang and combed her fingers through your hair. You smiled at the memory as the song continued its course past your lips.
‘In her waters, deep and true,
Lie the answers and a path for you.
Dive down deep into her sound,
But not too far or you'll be drowned.’
The usual brooding Durin heir had even set aside his stoic expression listening to the sweet sound of your voice. His shoulders slumped as he began to allow himself to relax. Balin had smiled as he noticed the change within Thorins usual tense stature.
Everyone was entranced by your song, not daring to look away as they somehow thought that will make them miss your melodic tune.
The tune so sweet, it neared the others to sleep, your voice lulling them by the second, although they refuse to give in.
‘Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear,
And in her song, all magic flows.
But can you brave what you most fear?
Can you face what the river knows?’
You though about the powers you possess, not differing much to Gandalf’s. Yours being more spiritual rather than the practical magic he produces alongside his knowledge, wit and charm. You revelled as you felt the similar sensation send a shiver down your spine.
‘Where the north wind meets the sea,
There's a mother full of memory.
Come, my darling, homeward bound,
When all is lost, then all is found.’
You hadn’t even realised that you closed your eyes during the final verse for as you noticed an orange glow shine that little bit dimmer. You opened your eyes slowly to be met with the company staring at you. You blushed from the number of eyes set upon your form.
“Wow…” Ori breathed out, followed by nods of agreement from Nori and Dori.
“That was amazing lass.”
“Beautiful.”
The compliments had continued to flow, forcing you to look down bashfully, a red as deep as the centre of the burning embers sat before you. “You’re all too kind.”
“I believe that it will be many years before that song you’ve sung for us tonight will leave my mind.” Thorin spoke, his usually icy, distant demeanour nowhere in sight, only a genuine smile upon his face.
You smiled and gave a curt nod to the dwarf.
“I think I’m going to sleep. Goodnight all.” Bilbo turned to head to his bedroll but spared a final glace over to you. “I hope we hear more songs from you along the way.”
Gandalf stood from his position against the base of the large tree. “I think we should follow Mister Baggings’ example and head to sleep.”
The others grunted and nodded in agreement, though their grunts had somehow sounded more cheerful. The thought alone made you giggle quietly to yourself. “I’ll take first watch.” You volunteered yourself happily, in a chipper mood from how calm the night has been.
“I’ll take the next watch after the lass.” Dwalin spoke and nodded towards you, making his own way over towards his bedroll.
As the others said their goodnights and well wishing of sweet dreams, you were left to seat yourself on the nearby rock, gaining some height for looking out for threats. You smiled as your mind wandered back to thoughts of your mother, your home.
Although it saddens you to know there is no returning for you, you still continue to smile as you’ve gained a new one after the tragic loss of your previous.
You brought your knees up to your chest, hugging your legs tightly as you gaze over at the sleeping dwarves, hobbit and wizard, smiling fondly.
“When all is lost, then all is found…huh…” You muttered to yourself, thinking solely of your newfound family. You were going to help them get back to their rightful home, even if it killed you.
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I KNOW the whole mother situation is practically the same from the second Frozen film but I prefer the second over the first immensely for some reason
And this song just hits right, yanno
Anywho, I hope you enjoy
I found this to be quite cute plus fun to write
As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D
#the hobbit#the hobbit fic#the hobbit fanfic#the hobbit fanfiction#song fic#the hobbit x reader#thorin's company#thorin's company x reader#thorin#thorin oakenshield#fili#kili#balin#dwalin#ori#nori#dori#oin#gloin#bifur#bofur#bombur#bilbo#bilbo baggins#gandalf#gandalf the grey#x reader#x female reader#x fem reader#x fem!reader
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The more I think about it, the more “Find Me” feels like an echo of “Ghosts.”
Allow me to explain. In probably the most rambling and incoherent way possible, lol. My earlier post on Twitter about Season 10 being an exercise in grief and longing really got me to thinking. Not just thinking. Ruminating.
Anywho.
Posting the rest of this beneath a cut because nobody asked for this (I swear I haven’t imbibed or ingested any illegal substances).
It doesn’t take long for Carol to be established as an unreliable narrator in “Ghosts.” At first it isn’t completely obvious because there’s just enough fact in the fiction that Carol’s triggered brain stirs up. Daryl’s there and he’s concerned about her. He’s supportive. Both things he’d been before, especially since Henry’s death, but there are just enough elements in those chemically and grief induced hallucinations of hers that make you go--oh wait a minute. Like she’s having a break from reality but she’s desperately grasping for that which grounds her and that’s Daryl.
Am I making any sense here? I feel like I’m not.
Let me approach this from another angle.
Following the airing of “Find Me” various people mentioned that Daryl, similarly to Carol in “Ghosts” wasn’t exactly the most reliable narrator. That things weren’t necessarily as they seemed. The word toxic was bandied about but other than Leah giving Daryl an ultimatum to choose her over his family and Daryl dwelling in deep, longstanding depression? There wasn’t much else overtly deserving of that moniker.
Argh. I’m still not explaining myself well. Let me just jump right in the deep end of probable delusion here. Sometimes it’s fun to splash around, lol.
Wouldn’t it be wild—sad AF but still wild—if Leah was already dead when Daryl met her?
Bear with me here.
Like Carol in “Ghosts” Daryl is obviously struggling. He’s grief-stricken. His brother is lost to him and after he betrayed him no less. His close friend is mired in her own grief--she’s just lost her mate, probably recently discovered she was carrying RJ, and it wasn’t too long before that they had all lost Carl. And that’s not even considering Carol, who’s allowed herself to be pulled away, lured by the tantalizing chance of doing things right this time. Of rearing a child capable of surviving in the harsh world they live in. Another thing to remember is Daryl is not that far removed from his torture at Negan’s hands. So he’s more fragile than he’d willingly admit to anyone.
He’s searching the woods for a man that isn’t there. Now he’s no more aware that Rick was taken than the rest of Team Family, but he’s unwilling to give up hope and so he searches and because Rick’s not there and hasn’t been since shortly after that bridge blew up, Daryl’s doomed to always come up empty. To always feel disappointment. To never have his grief assuaged because as long as there’s no body in the form of a Walker, there’s still hope. Or plausible denial. Take your pick.
He’s tireless in his search. He’s methodical. He plots out the places he’s already scoured on a hand-drawn map. A map that just so happens to get ruined by an awful storm and Daryl seems to reach his breaking point, screaming out into the roar of that storm. Walking through the barrage, the harsh rain and the violent lightning, unconcerned for his safety.
Dude has a bit of a mental break. He’s undeniably emotional.
It’s not long after that he stumbles upon Dog. Or, more aptly, Dog stumbles upon him.
That puppy immediately lightens Daryl’s heavy heart and helping it find its way home gives him purpose. He’s a tracker after all. He could have easily traced Dog’s steps back to that cabin.
Funny that Dog was always coming to him. That he was roaming free in woods that were full of hidden dangers.
I don’t know about the rest of ya’ll but that cabin looked abandoned when Daryl first discovered it. Maybe not long abandoned, but it didn’t look inhabited by the living. And that’s the weird thing. How did that Walker get into the cabin? Did Leah just leave the door wide open for it? Did she also leave the door wide open for Dog to escape? Why was he always such an unaccompanied furry minor?
The thoughts swirling around in my brain, lovelies. They’re going to force me to go back and watch that fucking episode again aren’t they?
My point is that Dog essentially leads Daryl to the cabin. The Walker’s inside and then he stumbles upon Leah, who bursts onto the scene like she wants to be Sarah Connor or something. Daryl ends up in restraints and Leah questions him and ultimately lets him go and WTF, lovelies. Who does that in the ZA? As a woman all alone in a cabin miles from anybody else, in the company of a man she doesn’t know from Adam? If ever there’s a time to have stranger danger...
Right from the start, this chick doesn’t really add up.
So Daryl leaves the cabin. He resumes his search for Rick and he seems to give very little thought to this Leah or the cabin. Until Dog finds him again.
Strange isn’t it that he keeps stumbling back in her path around the times that Carol visits, when she draws further and further from his reach and closer to the fairytale he thinks she’s living at the Kingdom?
Did Daryl ever go to that cabin without following Dog? I can’t remember. The episode was beautifully shot but ultimately too painful to rewatch for my Caryl loving heart.
Anywho.
When Daryl and Carol come upon that cabin in the woods, Daryl’s flashbacks begin. They’re hazy around the edges and not as clearly defined as the moments he spends with Carol. Speaking of the moments he spends with Carol, how coincidinky that so many of them echo his moments with Leah? Or do we have it all backwards? Hmm?
Things are so convoluted sometimes on this fucking show it leads one to question their sanity.
Let me ramble out a few wild thoughts for you lovelies again and you tell me if I’ve completely lost it, lol.
What if Dog was simply an orphaned, abandoned Dog that found Daryl in the woods?
What if Daryl followed the trail Dog had traveled in reverse and stumbled upon the cabin?
What if the cabin was abandoned because Leah was already dead? What if she’d taken her own life? What if Daryl saw the cross/grave outside and the picture inside and his grief-stricken brain conjured up a whole tragic story for this woman, this Walker roaming around inside this house, and she became his coping mechanism? You know. Kind of like Rick did Lori when he had his own break with reality. They’ve all suffered so much, lovelies. They’ve all got PTSD. It’s just manifesting in different ways.
I mean, all of this would fit the label of sad that NR and others have given this little tale. It would even fit toxic because Daryl let grief and loneliness swallow him for a while.
As Carol pulls farther away from him, Leah just keeps popping up more and more.
Daryl essentially loses himself in his own fairy tale only it’s a nightmare painted in soft colors and Leah asking him to choose is basically his own psyche saying to him “do you wanna live here in this fantasy land and numb your pain or do you want to relive the awful reality of Rick being lost and Carol slowly fading from your life day by day?” And at first he’s like, you can’t make me make that choice because Daryl doesn’t want to give up hope, no matter how futile it seems. But then Carol makes what she tells him might be her final visit for a while and anger leads Daryl right back to that fucking cabin and oblivion. Back to the solitude of his tortured thoughts.
That note, lovelies. It felt like by choosing Leah he was choosing a lifetime of being alone more than it did him choosing the hope of a new love. That “find me” for all the world felt like he was willing hope to find him again. Hope in the form of love in the form of Carol.
Listen. I never said this would make sense, lol.
When Daryl gets back to that cabin, Leah is gone. Her picture is gone.
Truly it felt like she’d never been there.
Even more so when you consider how run down the cabin looks in present day when Daryl and Carol seek shelter in it.
I can’t help it. Some small part of me? Well, it thinks that Daryl told Carol about Leah (whether she existed or not) as a way to both make her feel better than he wasn’t out there in those woods completely alone and to maybe move the needle a little bit on the nature of their own relationship. Both in the past and present day.
And while he and Carol are struggling through the ever-shifting nature of their feelings for each other, Daryl has climbed out of his own darkness and found hope again in Judith and RJ. In the family he’s embraced again. In the communities. And he’s angry and unsettled because he wants the same for Carol but she doesn’t seem to want that for herself.
He still wants her to find hope.
He still wants her to find him.
He still wants her to find love and peace.
Help me, lovelies. These two have broken me, lol. I promise. I’m stone cold sober. A little, okay a lot, tired.
Wouldn’t it be wild, though? If Leah really wasn’t what she seemed? If she were a figment of a broken, lonely man’s tortured imagination?
Undeniably sad AF but wild all the same.
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Warnings : angst, mentions of blood
WC : 2k
Hey! so I've got all these angsty prompts anywho, hope you like this. This the first time I've had an OC, so let me know if you like that? This came together, quite quickly, so the edit might be a little choppy. Feedback and ideas are always welcome!
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"Lovie! You can't be knocking things in your wake, gotta be a little more careful y'know?" He said.
Nylah froze. "I'm sorry, H. I guessed I misjudged the distance?" she nervously giggled.
"S'okay, you good? You don't sound all too convinced about that?"
"Nope. All good, I guess it was a little foggy, nothing too serious."
"Okay, if you say so." That response didn't convince him, though. Ever since the patio incident, he'd been keeping a close eye on you. He had a feeling she'd been hiding something. But he wasn't sure enough to call her out on it. He was waiting to see if she'd come to him first. Even if she was the stubborn one between the two, he would let it go for today, and no one wants to argue on the weekend, right?
He wishes he'd had that argument and taken one for the team because maybe then he could have avoided this phone call altogether. Or that's what he tells himself.
Nylah had taken a significant fall at work, slipped down the stairs and hurt her head, and they said she was bleeding. That's all he heard before he made a mad dash to his car to get to his fiance. His heart was racing; he couldn't piece any information together. He remembered to make a quick call to his mother; asked her to call Nylah's mum and meet him at the hospital. As far as any information went, Nylah was still unconscious, so that they wouldn't allow him in with her.
"Well, I'm her husband. You've got to let me stay with her. What if she wakes up and there's no one beside her? Please, let me go see her."
"I'm so sorry sir; She's getting her stitches now. You can wait outside the procedure room, and they'll let you in as soon as it's completed." the nurse says.
Amid this argument, Anne comes rushing through. "What's going on? have you been in to see her yet? have they given you any update?"
"No. we're waiting on them to finish stitching her up. After that the doctor will come and speak with us, I suppose. I don't know why I didn't pay more attention, maybe she was sick and didn't tell me? I mean, I should have noticed, right?" Harry was finding it hard to not tear up with anxiety.
"Harry, what's happened has happened. You just need to make sure she's okay now", and on that cue, the doctor walked in to greet them.
"Are you with Ms Jones?" The doctor asks
"Yeah, I'm her husband. Is she okay? How bad was the fall?"
"It's not too bad, but my concern is more to how she fell. Do you know if your wife has a history of fainting spells? or balance issues? could be one of the reasons she could have taken the tumble."
"None that I'm aware of. Nylah does have low blood sugar, but she is good at keeping that in check and, as far as I recall, she hasn't fainted from a low sugar spell in a few months. But why is that a concern? I mean, it could have just been that she tripped, right?"
"We're just trying cover our bases, Mr.-" He looks at Harry as if to ask your name
"Styles." He responds.
"Okay, well, Mr Styles, you may go keep your wife company now. The nurses will let us know when's she awake, and we can have a chat then."
"Thank you." and He turns to what he assumes Nylah's room is and walks in to see her still unconscious.
"Hey kid, I'm so happy to see you; gave us a proper scare. I'm going to be right here beside you when you wake up." He coos. Harry sits down beside her bed and reaches for her hand. He's too fidgety from anxiety to stop his knees from bobbing up and down. Still thinking about what the doctor said. Could it not have been a trip up? Could she have fainted, and no one was there to help her break the fall?
She was doing so well with keeping her sugar levels in check, and maybe she slipped up? All these questions were running amuck in his mind, and he couldn't make sense of it.
In his anxiety spiral, he had utterly missed that Nylah was coming to it. She was slowly peeking through her lids as if the lights were too much for her. Harry quickly stands up. "Baby! Are you okay? Does your head hurt? I'm going to call the nurse for you, okay?"
"Woah, slow down, H, I'm okay. Can you please ask them to dim the lights? It's too much for my head right now." She winces.
"Yes, let me call the nurse for you."
"hey! Did you press the call button? Good to see you're awake, Ms Jones."
"Yeah, she just about woke up. Could we please dim down the lights in here a bit? She's finding it a little difficult to open her eyes because of it."
"Okay, sure, let me inform the doctor, and I'll see about the lights."
"Thank you."
"So, what happened? Did you feel lightheaded? missed lunch or something?"
"Okay, so I mean, my vision has been getting kinda blurry of late? I don't know what that's about like I can't see things that might be in my surrounding that well." Harry looked like he wanted to cut her off but let her continue.
"Before you say anything, I didn't want to worry you, and I wasn't worried either until today. I thought I would take the stairs today, and they were white? And I couldn't place my feet. Because I couldn't tell them apart" She was tearing up.
"Hey, it's okay, we'll figure it out, okay? It's probably nothing. Don't worry about it. You're fine, and that's more than enough for now." Harry soothed her. But he really didn't know if it was going to be okay.
When the doctor came, they relayed the same information to him. he suggested getting some tests done to check her diabetes and vision. She's only 25, so it's highly unlikely it's anything major, or at least that's what they thought.
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Everything will be okay, is what Nyah kept telling herself, but who was she kidding? She had been hiding the blurriness in her vision for quite some time now. Why didn't she want to get it checked and find out what's wrong with her? She can't tell you for the life of her.
On the other hand, Harry had always known, but he thought she would address it sooner or later. He'd noticed she'd totally missed the butter sitting right in front of them at breakfast, and he had to get it for her. She would often take a second to adjust to light early in the morning.
You can't really do anything if you're missing big and obvious things sitting right in front of you, right? But he was wrong, Nylah was stubborn as hell, and she wasn't going to admit herself that she needed help, so it was up to him to figure it out and advocate for her. Had he done this sooner, they wouldn't be in a position like this, right?
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The white walls of this hospital felt like it was caving in on Nylah. She didn't want to be here, neither did she want to get tested, and she didn't know anything point. This nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach just wouldn't go away. Harry was trying to be as supportive but to be honest, he was scared shitless too, neither of them of any help to each other. So they sat, quietly taking the eerie atmosphere of the hospital, holding each other's hands, hoping that warmth would enough to get through this cold tunnel of uncertainty.
--
After a whole week of a myriad of tests, they were sitting in front of their eye surgeon, who just gave them the news. They call it retinitis pigmentosa, and there isn't a concrete treatment that's shown to work yet.
That's all she heard before Nylah stormed out of the office.
She couldn't sit and hear another word. When the doctor told her about how her children, children who weren't even born yet, would be carriers or sufferers of the same illness. How could she succumb to this fate?
Harry and she were to still get married. They were going to travel the world. They'd been saving up for it, right? And babies? Oh, her babies with Harry, would that even be possible right now? Would he even want to continue this engagement?
She was sitting on the stairs outside the hospital. Crying into her hands, she didn't know what the hell to do anymore. So she would do what she thought was the best for her and Harry.
Harry came running after her. "My! what's wrong? Please come back? The doctor wasn't even finished giving us options on what we could do about this. Petal, you've got to hear him out. Please. " He looks like he's about to cry too, wouldn't you? If you found out the love of your life wasn't going to be able to see anymore? That she would miss arguably the best years of your lives together? He couldn't break down in front of her, though. So he would be the calm, reassuring voice of reason for her right now. Breaking down is for later when she is resting.
Nylah wouldn't budge, so eventually, they drove back home. She jumped out of the car before he could even be done parking. She hadn't said a word throughout the ride, and he didn't know what was on her mind. So he parked the car and walked in.
He slowly approached their room, only to find her packing all her belongings. He was a little puzzled, "Ny, darling? What are you doing? why are you packing?"
She turns around to look at him. That's when he notices her red-rimmed eyes, pooling with tears. She walks over to the dresser, takes off her ring and places it on the table. It was as if she was saying; This is it, you know?
He finally placed what was going on. "Oh no. No. You're not doing that, this is stupid, you're ending our engagement over this? Absolutely not. Please, baby, you've calm down. There's a long way to go still, and we don't even know all our options yet."
"I am going blind, Harry. I won't be able to see your face when I kiss you anymore. I won't give you children that might not be addled with the same disease as me. Hear yourself when you make this commitment, Harry." and go. I'm to packing her stuff. She was furiously wiping tears away. How were you supposed to keep a straight face when the love of your life is not going to be a part of your life anymore.
"I do, I'm in it for the long haul, aren't I? We'll break our savings and go to all the places you want to go to. We'll make audio vlogs, we'll document everything that we encounter, for you to remember. I'll do anything!"
Harry was panicking now. He's desperately trying to get her attention, to get her to see that he'll bring her the moon if that's what she desires. But this silence was too much for him. He could'n;t keep up with her. She was just throwing things into her bag. Finally, it felt like he snapped back into his reality, and he rushed behind her to keep those items back into her part of the closet. Because he wasn't going to let her go that easily. She'd have to fight him for it.
As he was putting things back, she was putting more stuff into her suitcase, and it was this weird limbo of aggressively shoving things here and there.
"Stop putting things back! I have to leave. I'm not going to put you through this, I'm not waiting around for you to decide when you're done with me, when it gets too tiring, No. I'm not sticking around to witness us and our love going sour. " She's screaming now.
He doesn't bother replying to her. He knows she'll ride out this tantrum.
He's crying too, heaving heavy breaths. He doesn't know if this is enough. If just letting her be angry is enough. He's just quietly putting her clothes back. That's when he hears something shatter against the wall. He frantically looks up to see their dresser lamp broken into million pieces on the floor. She goes for the jug of water next and throws it at the wall with as much strength as possible. The cup goes next.
He's screaming at her to stop, but she can't hear anything over her wailing and things breaking. She grabbed a vase from their windowsill and broke that too, it's mad fury, and she's so angry she can't breathe.
She's snapped out of her reverie when she hears him shout in pain. She looks at him and sees that he's stepped on some broken glass, but that's not what he's shouting about; he's screaming to get her attention to make her see that she's, in fact, hurt herself.
The carpet has got blood all over it, and there's broken glass everywhere. He strides across the room to reach her, only for her knees to buckle and take both of them down, she sinks on the floor with loud sobs, and he can't bring himself to stop crying either.
He rocks her gently, and whispers "We'll be alright", over and over again.
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going off my previous post here but i wrote a mini fanfic/headcanon about zukos nightmares? this is really long but if yall like it im willing to actually write it from zuko’s pov and add dialogue. maybe even put it on ao3 maybe? anywho, id love to hear feedback! enjoy!!
it wasnt uncommon for zuko to wake up in such distress that he started frantically firebending. one time iroh saw his nephew quite literally wake up breathing fire. concerning, but very impressive. since joining the gang, he had worked on not doing that (as much as was in his control), as he had accidentaly burnt down a tent or three. but the nightmares themselves didnt subside.
not uncommon, zuko woke up gasping for breath. his head and heart were pounding, sweat dripping down his chest. he headed outside, planning to go to a nearby stream in hopes of finding some relief and peace, only to find sokka was sitting outside and very much awake. they both stared kind of awkwardly at each other before sokka ushered the older boy over. neither asked why the other was awake. they just made mindless chitchat before falling into a surprisingly comfortable silence. sokka got up to leave, but not before offering his company next time zuko needed it. when asked if the offer was genuine, he laughed. to be honest, he had said, he was just being polite, and didnt expect zuko to actually believe him. what a dick move, they both thought.
he woke up in a similar state a few nights later. he tossed and turned, begging for sleep to claim him again before ultimately grunting and accepting his fate. he wandered outside, once again finding sokka awake. zuko greeted him and explained he was going swimming. it was his silent way of offering his company, which sokka took. what started as idle conversation eventually progressed, and they found themselves floating in the stream talking about their youths. at some point they even talked about how they had both lost their moms due to the war (despite katara thinking she was the only one who had ever experienced any sort of emotional pain.) they hadnt even realized the hours that had gone by until the chirping of bugs was replaced by the chirping of birds and the sun put the stars to sleep.
this pattern continued. while sokka never asked what zukos nightmares were about, zuko learned that despite being a sleep enthusiast, sokka lost many hours of precious shut eye to anxious planning. sometimes they went on a walk, sometimes they were sparring, and sometimes they simply watched the stars. it was nice company, just to the two of them. no offense to aang, but sokka and zuko were closer in age and much more similar than they had originally realized. sokka offered his late night company. before zuko could question him, sokka placed a hand on the firebenders shoulder. anything for a friend.
on one occasion, zuko woke up and stumbled outside without thinking about it, only to be greeted with the faint glow of where the fire was, no man in sight. still groggy and disoriented, he rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple of times before shuffling back to bed, blaming the ache in his chest on the painful memory of his nightmares and not on the absence of a certain someones company. it took a long time before he could fall back asleep.
after becoming firelord, sokka decided to stay in the fire nation. mostly for political planning and engagement until zuko got himself on his own two feet. who else to help than the guy who had spent the past few months travelling the world trying to save it. the avatar, katara had said cooly. which wasnt wrong but sokka was offended that she hadnt just agreed. besides, sokka would assure zuko, its not like he could leave zuko alone. who would be his comedic relief?
since returning to the palace, zuko had gone back to handling his dreams alone, the way he used to. while his bedding was definitely made to withstand the panicked firebending, he figured there were better coping mechanisms. he quietly walked through the halls. the young firelord wasnt paying attention, rather just letting his body go on autopilot and he tried to clear his mind. after a solid 15 minutes of rights and lefts, he found himself a hallway away from sokka’s quarters. after some hesitation, he turned around and went back to his bedroom.
the next time, after much delay and pacing, he knocked on the door. its not like be hadnt’t done this before. it would be just like before. that reasoning didnt stop zuko from immediately turning around and walking away. fortunately. sokka opened the door before he could get too far. zuko awkwardly began to explain his situation, but sokka just interrupted him and told him to wait before shutting the door. zuko stood there mouth still half open from when he was talking before sokka emerged two minutes later, clothed and ready to go. they wandered to the kitchen and talked for what seemed like minutes but must have been hours, as they were politely shooed out by the staff beginning to prepare breakfast. zuko walked sokka back to his quarters before they parted ways. sokka reminded his friend that though things may be different, the option still stood.
many night rendezvous later, zuko showed up particularly shaken. much to sokka’s surprise, it almost looked like behind the curtain of now long dark hair, the mans face was wet. when sokka asked if he was crying while brushing dark hair behind a pale ear, it was confirmed that he was in fact crying. it started as silent tears, and slowly but surely turned into a violent sob. you know, the kind of gross one with hiccups and snot and general incoherence. at this point, they had known each other for years, and they had definitely surpassed the point of friendship (though they were both too dense to realize it themselves) meaning they had seen each other vulnerable. but never had sokka seen zuko cry like this, and definitely not because of a nightmare. now the same height, the watertribesman wrapped his arm around his friends shoulder and guided him to the bed. zuko wasnt big on giving physical affection, but he never pushed sokka away. not when the friendly slap on the shoulder became a tender shoulder massage. nor did when sokka went from tussling the mans dark hair to running his fingers through it to just simply playing with it. sokka sat and cradled zukos head into his own neck. zuko cries lessened into sniffles and then a gentle snore. sokka gently moved zuko, placing his friends head on the pillow and tucking him in.
zuko woke up the following morning, confused as to where he was. as he gained his bearings, he turned to find the source of what sounded like snorimg. he stared at the tanned man for a couple beats, processing what was in front of him. the firelord tensed when the snoring stopped, fearing some sort of negative reaction. zuko breathed out in relief when sokka simply rolled away from him and the snoring began again. zuko quietly slipped out the bed and out the room, but not before smiling fondly to himself in the doorway.
a couple days later, sokka and zuko found themselves caught up in late night shenanigans, a concept that wasnt foreign to them. they were sitting on the foot of sokkas bed when zuko stood up to dismiss himself for the night. sokka stopped him, and when zuko raised his eyebrows in question, sokka spluttered out a not so smooth joke that was just a weak attempt at asking for zuko to spend the night. for protection of course. zuko, who at this point was experiencing severe symptoms of polar bear-puppy love, said yes of course, and ended up spending the night.
when he woke up the next morning, he felt truly rested for the first time in years.
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The Geek Division
Grelle was annoyed. She generally was these days, but this time there was a tangible reason. Why on earth did she need to experience “the science side of Grim Reaper Dispatch” when they knew full well that she had no interest in academics and would rather be out learning something useful like how to collect souls? She was in Retrieval training for christ's sake. To hell with “having an understanding and appreciation for all branches of the Dispatch”. It was just pointless. Pointless and stupid and just another thing for her to suffer through. She sighed and tapped her fingers against one of the black lab tables. Beakers and vials bubbled and hissed in the back of the room, barely audible over the clamor of the new trainees as they filed in and found seats with their new friends. No one sat with her. She was left alone to sulk, not that she particularly cared. They were all the same anyway; afraid of her, unnerved by her, rude to her. She would tell them all to drop dead, but it was a bit too late for that.
When everyone had found a seat, four reapers in white lab coats made their way to the front of the room, and one of them stepped forward. As soon as the first word left his mouth, Grelle knew she'd be dying of boredom ten minutes in, if that. Pointless. What a waste of time. As her gaze settled on the view through the long window on the other side of the room, she propped her chin on her fist and twirled a strand of her short hair around her finger. I wish it was longer. To my knees even! I’d be gorgeous if I grew it out; and then maybe they would see me the way I really am. Her thoughts continued drifting wistfully, like a cardinal’s feathers in a breeze.
"Hiya."
Grelle started and whipped around so hard she almost fell out of her chair. Sitting in the previously empty seat beside her was another man in a lab coat, though he was decidedly more rumpled than the other scientists. Where their clothes and hair were tidy and their demeanor formal, his dark hair stuck out in odd places and he was slouching in his seat. When she saw the open, laid-back friendliness on his face, she felt some of her tension evaporate as her mind processed that he wasn't there to harass her like the others. But still... why is he talking to me?
"My name's Othello. What's yours, my dear new reaper?" he asked. She didn't see a single hint of negativity or ulterior motives in his face, so she replied,
"Grelle Sutcliff. From the Retrieval Division." If he was really genuine in his friendliness, she couldn't see the harm in making conversation to pass the time.
"Good to meet you! Now, what're your pronouns, Dear Grelle?"
What? She blinked, trying not to let her surprise show. No one had ever asked her that before; they all just assumed. She couldn't blame them, not really. She'd never met someone like her, never met someone who was aware of anything other than what the societal norm was. But somehow he knew. Why did he know? Reapers must really be ahead of their time, or at least this one was. He seemed to have picked up on her line of thinking when she didn't respond right away, so he continued,
"I've seen you around, so I noticed that you carry yourself a certain way and that you don't appear to like being referred to as male. I wanted to make sure I wasn't assuming anything, 'cos you seem like an interesting person to know."
It was the sincerity in his voice that stifled the last of her apprehension. She relaxed and murmured,
"I... I'm a woman. And thank you. Y'know, for asking. It isn't often that people are this considerate."
"No need to thank me, it should just be common decency. Anywho, it doesn't look like you're particularly enjoying the forensics lecture." Before she could finish stuttering out a defensive response, he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tattle on you. I'd be in the same boat if I had to visit the retrieval division, seeing as I'm physically incompetent and nothing fascinates me more than science." There were sudden rustles of movement around them as the instructors shooed everyone out of the room for a demonstration. Grelle sighed and stood up to follow,
"Well, it was nice to meet you, but-" a hand on her arm gave her pause. "What?" She turned to look at the other reaper, and he mouthed,
"Come with me!" She hesitated for a moment, deliberating. Then she shrugged. She had nothing better to do; plus he was considerate and kind, which was more than she could say for anyone else as far as she was concerned, so she nodded, relief and mischievous curiosity bubbling up and lifting her spirits. Stifling a grin, she followed him as they scurried through the lab and away from the group, quietly slipping out into the corridor.
She glanced around furtively and asked, "What are we doing?” as he tugged her onward through the stark white halls.
”Alleviating your boredom. You looked like you were about to snap and smash some of those beakers, so I thought I’d save you from the inevitable cleanup duty punishment. And like I said, you seem like an interesting person to know. Plus, I want to show you my lab. Forensics will never interest you if those stuffed shirts are the ones talking. They don’t ever say anything interesting. They all think I’m ‘eccentric’ just cos I’m not satisfied with their dull science; and I very well may be, but at least I’m not boring.” She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny that listening to this geek talk was infinitely more entertaining than sitting in that stuffy lab, listening to those stuffy scientists regaling her with their stuffy lecture.
His lab wasn't far, thank god. As much as she hated the Dispatch and its rules, she didn't want to get caught and written up, not when she was doing so well in her retrieval training. They stopped at a plain wooden door in the middle of the hall. It was unremarkable, but from what she could already tell about Othello himself, it was sure to be more interesting on the inside. He unlocked the door and they entered. What she saw was unexpected, but she had expected it to be unexpected, so really it wasn't all that surprising. Where the other lab was neat and orderly, equipment organized and surfaces uncluttered, his looked like a tornado had torn through it. Beakers and papers were scattered across all available tables and counters, almost completely obscuring every horizontal surface. There were science-y odds and ends everywhere. On top of that, there was a huge pile of unrecognizable mechanical parts, metal, and machinery on the floor in the back of the room (strangely enough, the floor was clean and absent of any other clutter).
"What on earth is that thing?" Grelle asked, leaning on a table and gesturing to the back of the room. She hoped he wouldn't get all technical about it; she didn't understand these sorts of things, nor did she want to, but she couldn't help feeling curious.
"It's a dynamo, a generator; or, rather, it will be. I'm still working on it. Humans probably won't have it for the next hundred years or so." He strode over to the desk near the metal thing -the generator- and started digging through the papers. Despite the mess he seemed to know exactly where to find what he needed, emerging a moment later with a diagram, which he waved around enthusiastically, excitement shining in his eyes. "It converts AC into DC using a commutator, which is a set of rotating switch contacts on the armature shaft that reverse the connection of the armature winding to the circuit with every 180 degree rotation, creating a-"
She shook her head and cut in, waving a hand, "Wait wait wait wait. I don't speak geek; mind translating that to English?"
"Essentially, it just generates energy in the form of electricity. But there's so much more to it than that! Lemme show you the diagram." He motioned her over to the desk. Pointing out parts as he spoke, he explained what each one did, how it worked, and how they fit together. When he finished rambling about the generator, he moved on to some of the other blueprints and formulas scattered throughout the room as well as some of the chemical vials sitting in their various nooks and crannies. She didn't understand a word that came out of his mouth, but his enthusiasm was contagious; though she tried to act aloof, she found herself smiling and nodding along as he spouted scientific gibberish. It was entertaining just to watch him gush about it all, and honestly kinda endearing. It certainly took her mind off of her bitter thoughts. Even with the difference in interests, she was just glad to be around someone who seemed to enjoy her company and who didn't harbor any negativity towards her. Someone who went out of his way to cheer her up. Someone who trusted her not to lash out at him. Someone who was thoughtful enough to ask about her feelings and respectful enough to listen to, then act on her answer.
Still, she wondered. "Why did you come talk to me, y'know, back in the other lab? Most reapers would rather avoid me."
He shrugged and put down his test tube. "You just seemed lonely. Not only at that moment, but almost every time I saw you around. To other reapers, your loneliness and hurt might come across as anger, but that's just 'cos they don't bother trying to understand you. Honestly! You'd think they'd have no trouble understanding on some level; after all, we all got here the same way, but some people just don't seem to have it in them to be sympathetic anymore. I make a point of doing things others are afraid of doing, which too often includes being a decent person. On top of that, you're just a very interesting woman, and I like interesting people. Besides, you're really tough and I'm physically weak, so if I stick with you no one will dare mess with me, ha ha!"
Grelle rolled her eyes, but she chuckled a bit all the same. Truth be told, she genuinely appreciated this reaper, someone she had just met, for speaking so openly and kindly. He certainly was eccentric, but he made that a good thing. He continued on as if nothing had happened, and she relaxed in the casually comfortable atmosphere.
All too soon, she heard the trainee crowd walk past Othello's lab, instructors herding them back from the forensics tour. To her surprise, she found that she wanted to stay and simply listen to Othello rave about his beloved science, even though it just went in one ear and out the other for her. She turned to bid him farewell.
"I'm going to head back before I get us in trouble. It was a pleasure to meet you, even if you are a huge geek. And just... thank you. For going out of your way to make me feel more welcome. I may not like or understand science, but if you have to talk about that sort of thing, I suppose I'll humor you and listen."
He smiled a bit and shrugged. "Anytime. And I guess it's too much to hope that I've piqued your interest in forensics?"
"Yes. I'll leave that to you geeks." She shook her head in mock exasperation, but as she walked away, she smiled. Just a bit.
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Christmas with the Waverleys ❄️: Part II
Summary: How do things turn out when Alex and Pooja are teleported to the 19th century for a Victorian Christmas🎄?
A/N: Hi, how is everyone doing💫💛? Firstly, wishing a very happy Christmas Eve to everyone🎄! TBH I still cannot believe this year is about to end. Anywho, I wish everyone’s life is filled with joy, wonder and happiness and the new year brings you loads of new possibilities and new memories. Love you all!💛
If you enjoyed the story, please like, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going 💕
Thank you so very much @caseyvalentineramsey for prereading and @jamespotterthefirst for prereading and helping me up with the editing. You guys are life-savers and I love you💛💛
Characters: For this part, the characters are my OH f!MC(Dr. Pooja Sharma) and OH F!OC (Dr. Alexandra Walton), Eleanor Waverley, Thomas Waverley, Clarissa Waverley, Simon Waverley, Rose Waverley and William Waverley
Word Count: around 3.2K
Rating: General
Prompts :-
CFWC(@choicesficwriterscreations ) Winter Season Prompt #6: Character A doesn’t like the holidays. B loves it. Will B try to find out why or convince A to celebrate it?
@choicesmonthlychallenge ~Sibling Appreciation: The Waverley Siblings
@choicesdecemberchallenge Day 24: Eve
December 24th (contd.)
Suddenly it felt as if the world was spinning very, very rapidly around them. They felt dizzy, nauseous. Just when bearing everything was becoming too much, a chilly air went past them.
They slowly opened their eyes. And the sight in front of them had them holding their breath without their knowledge.
A huge medieval mansion, covered in snow, appeared before them. It was majestic, beautiful and warm.
They looked around. As far as the eye could see, No other house was visible.
Is this the place they were supposed to reach? Or did something go wrong?
Pooja and Alex looked around in utter awe. Both due to the mansion and the wonder if they had been teleported to 19th century London.
"There you are!" A deep, humble, feminine voice called out.
Turning around they saw a young girl either approaching 20 or in her very early 20s coming out from the mansion towards them. She wore a medieval red gown, the upper half of which was covered by a shawl, and only the lower half with minute patterns of red silk was visible.
Not knowing what else to do, Pooja and Alex, too started walking through the snow towards her.
After a few minutes, they stood face to face. The girl had a small, faint smile, but her eyes expressed the happiness she felt on meeting her visitors.
She bowed slightly.
"I am Eleanor Waverley."
"You both must be Pooja and Alexandra!"
Confused, both of them bowed similarly as Eleanor had. Confirming her words, Pooja spoke, "Yes! I am Pooja, and she" She pointed towards Alex, " is Alexandra."
"Great! Oh! I haven't even invited you in. Please follow me."
"This is our house, The Braidwood Manor."
Eleanor added as she opened the brown panelled glass door and led them in.
The interiors of the Manor gave a majestic vibe. A huge golden chandelier with 7 ornate lamps hung down from the high ceiling. The floor had decorated tiles of various shades of orange and brown.
On entering, Pooja and Alex were mesmerized with the beautiful inside. It also provided them with the warmth which they were craving since the time they teleported to the Victorian Era of Britain.
When the two were taking in all the details, Eleanor's voice jolted them out of their thoughts.
"From the time Mrs Ainsworth informed us that some guests were going to join us for Christmas, we were excited. Especially my sister and my little brother." A smile lightened up her face as Eleanor gazed gratefully at her guests.
"I thank you from the bottom of my heart for joining us this year. I promise you will not regret anything about all this. We rarely have visitors on Christmas. Your presence is like a light in our dark, solitary winter nights. Thank you, thank you very much!"
A little tear slipped down her eye as the smile remained still on her face, signifying her happiness.
Pooja stepped forward.
"Eleanor, It is not you but us who should be thankful. Thank you for letting us celebrate this Christmas with you. Maybe, finally, my best friend—" She pointed towards Alex "—will warm up to the idea of holidays. We are very excited for the celebrations"
She finished with a smile as Alex joined her. Alex's face, too, bore a smile, but it didn't quite crinkle the corners of her eye. It was a pleasantry.
"We are excited too! Let me introduce you to my famil- Oh!" Eleanor abruptly stopped. "I nearly forgot! Let me first show you your rooms. And-"
She seemed awkward, as if searching for words. She looked down at their dresses.
And Alex, understanding what she was trying to signify, relieved her from her awkwardness.
"Eleanor, I guess it has something to do with our dresses, right?"
Not knowing what to say, She nodded her head slightly.
Pooja said, "Ohh Yes! Eleanor, please help us with them?"
Eleanor was relieved for not having to say it herself. She was pleased with their intuition and understanding nature.
"Please follow me. I will provide you with everything."
She led the two of them up the Grand stairs to their rooms. As the two slowly took in their surroundings, Eleanor came and provided them both with a beautiful Victorian gown. Pooja's was teal and white, while Alex's was hunter green and Congo red.
Once ready and all decked up, Eleanor took them for introductions.
The three of them entered the dining area of the Manor, and slowly the big family of three young children and their parents came into view, seated on the dining table, behind which, the wall bore an intricately decorated mural and a magnificent fireplace along with some painting of the family.
The sound of the footsteps caused five heads to turn their way, each accompanied by a gentle smile and warmth in their eyes. Each, except one. The boy's face did turn towards them, but it remained hostile and indifferent.
"Seems like he doesn't prefer our company"
"Mmm-hmm. It's okay, We are just here for a day"
Pooja and Alex went up to the friendly members who had now got up from their chairs and stood to welcome them.
Eleanor, went to the elder lady, and spoke to her, "Mum, they are our guests for Christmas." She went up to Pooja. "This is Pooja" and then to Alex "and this is Alexandra"
Her mother stepped forward and the two girls bowed like they had seen Eleanor do when she met them. She was pleased and warmly welcomed them.
"Ahh! So happy to have two golden girls joining us. I am Rose Waverley." She kindly gestured them to get seated at the table along with everyone else.
Once everyone settled down, Eleanor finished up the rest of the introductions. Her father William Waverley, her sister Clarissa Waverley and her two brothers, Thomas and Simon.
After chatting a bit more, they finally delved into the Celebration plans.
"My dears, we haven't started putting the decorations yet, because I very strongly believe that decorations are a very essential part of igniting the holiday spirit." Mrs. Waverley informed.
Alex nearly scoffed at the 'Holiday Spirit' but realizing the circumstances they were in, she stopped herself.
Holiday spirit, ugh! Why Poo Why?
But Pooja was genuinely excited. She always wanted to visit a Victorian house and celebrate Holidays the Victorian way.
And all this? It felt like a dream come true.
She excitedly said, "Very True, Mrs. Waverley! And please don't worry! We will help in every way we can."
"Great then! We can start working then. Ellie, and our guests can put up the decorations, while Clarissa helps me in the kitchen. Thomas can put up everyone's stockings, and two more for our guests, at the fireplace, while Simon and Dad finish the book they were reading."
Everyone happily nodded and went on to carry out their assigned jobs.
Pooja, Alex and Eleanor, headed towards the Parlour. It was grand.
Two huge bay windows brought in the faint light of the exteriors. By one of the window, an elegant piano sat peacefully and on the other side was a large, comfortable couch, perfect for family seating.
And just beside the couch, was a beautiful, delicately manicured, fir tree stood as the symbolism of the Festivals.
Pooja and Alex were so immersed in viewing everything that they didn't notice that Eleanor was not there with them. They realized the same when she came with a huge box in her hand.
"Here are the decorations that are to be placed"
She set down the box that she was carrying. It was filled to the rim with glass ornaments, crackers, lights, red paper strips and various other decors of tin and leather.
"But I am really confused about which pieces to put up and which to skip out?"
Eleanor sighed, staring at the plethora of ornaments.
Pooja nudged Alex, "Don't worry! When Alexandra Walton is here, nothing can go wrong!"
What in the world? Poo has lost her mind. Oh, No!! Now what?
"Uh... Huh. Ya, I mean, sure. I will help."
"Help, Lex? Nah. You will lead, we will follow."
Eleanor let out a gentle chortle as Pooja continued to tease Alex. She was in awe of both of their friendships.
Suddenly she remembered that soon, very soon, they will take their leave.
She sighed as she thought. Even though they had come in her life for an hour or so at most, it felt like they knew each other since forever.
"Eleanor?" She was brought back to the Braidwood Manor by the sublimely worried voice of Pooja. She looked at them to see both the girls looking at her with a concerned look.
"Eleanor? Is everything alright? If there is any trouble troubling you, you can share it. We will help any way we can!" Pooja and Alex assured.
"No! No worries, as such. Just..." A pause. "I have never had anyone like both of you in my life. Although my family is loving, and I will forever be grateful for them, but... I have, never had friends like you both are."
"Oh, Ellie!" Pooja calling her by her nickname caught her off guard for a moment, but she soon got her grip and smiled at her. "You are our friend. Good friend,"
"Great friend" Alex inserted.
"No matter, we are here tomorrow or not, you will always be our friend,"
"Always?" Eleanor sought for a confirmation.
"Always." The two assured while placing a hand on Ellie's shoulder. Their hearts were full of the feelings of a freshly sprouted planting of friendship.
"Oh-kay! So let's start creating a masterpiece out of this tree, shall we?" Pooja shot an excited look towards her friends.
"Yaa, Happy Holidays." Alex groaned and rolled her eyes.
"Alexandra, you won't regret it! Let's get going!"
"If you say so." Alex gave her a tiny smile. She was not the one to turn down a good friend.
"And, it's Alex" she added as the three went up to look through the ornament.
Time passed, like a gushing stream flowing down a rocky hill, as the three meticulously put each glass ornament, each cracker and the fairy lights, one by one, with extreme care and perfection.
Pooja was hyped, Eleanor excited, and Alex, very strangely, was Happy.
Was it because of the company, or had she finally begun to enjoy holidays? That will forever remain a mystery.
But will it be so bad to see Alexandra Walton opening up to the idea of festivals? Not a mince!
An unknown number of hours later, they were finally done. They stepped back to admire their handiwork.
And didn't it reflect their hard work!
Each delicately placed ornament, each strand of fairy light, each funfilled cracker made the tree look heavenly.
Their placements complemented each other and their collaboration was splendid.
If they weren't friends made for each other, who were?
As Pooja, Alex and Ellie stood admiring the bejewelled fir, a soft aroma filled the room. It was then they realized, how hungry they had been! As soon as the thoughts crossed their mind, Clarissa came into the parlour. The power of telepathy!
"The food had been served! Mom invited you all to the dining room." She almost left when her eyes fell on the tree.
"Woooow! This is so pretty! Mom and Dad will be so happy."
She went to where Pooja and Alex stood.
"Thank you soo much for this. I have never seen our tree looking soo beautiful! You two are angels."
The little girl's happiness reflected in her eyes.
Alex lightly placed her hand on her shoulder. "We enjoyed decorating it too! But you should thank your sister first. Without her, this wouldn't have been able to do it so perfectly."
Clarissa went to her sister and gave her a big hug. "You know you're the best Eleanor. You're the best big sister."
Eleanor shed a tear as she hugged her little sister back. "You are precious too, Clarissa! You, Thomas, Simon, you all are!"
After staying in the hug for a bit longer, Clarissa escorted them to the dining room. As soon as they entered, the delicious aroma of several lavish and extravagant delicacies overpowered their senses. Their mouths watered.
At the table, they say a perfectly roasted stuffed turkey sat at the centre. Mashed potatoes, gravy and vegetables were placed in sparkly silver. There was cranberry sauce. Oysters, Yorkshire Pudding and tender Chicken looked delightful.
"Please take a seat my dears" Mrs Waverley urged as she placed two decorative plates in front of them along with all the additional pieces of cutlery.
"This is a traditional English Christmas Feast. Enjoy yourselves!" She said as she whole-heartedly served her guests.
After they finished the huge servings of the main course, dessert was served. A beautifully made Christmas pudding and a piece of fruitcake.
If not before, Alex had definitely melted by now. As she finished the last crumb of the delicacies served, she thought to herself, "Maybe Holidays aren't so bad. Food, Friends, Happiness. I don't think I could ask for more."
What a growth!
After the dinner, as Pooja went to see the Christmas tree one last time, she heard a soft melody touching her ears, which came from the Parlour. As Pooja went in, she saw the silhouette of a boy playing the Grand Piano. As she went in, she realized that it was Thomas.
Without disturbing him, she stood a little closer. Thomas must have realized that someone was there. He abruptly turned back.
"What are you doing here?"
"I remembered a tune that I learnt some while ago. Is it okay if I play?" Pooja enquired.
"Fine. Go On."
Thomas remained Stoic, but he was definitely intrigued.
Pooja slowly took a seat at the piano. She played the gentle notes of a Parlour music tune she had picked up from Alekhya. Thomas closed his head as he lightly swayed his head with the soft tune.
Once finished, He looked up to Pooja at awe.
"Where did he you learn that from? That was melodious!"
Not answering his question, Pooja offered, "Do want to learn it?"
Thomas let out an excited Yes. And the duo spent the rest of the evening teaching each other tunes and talking a bit here & there.
All this while Alex went to Simon. The little boy was so excited to see her. Mr Waverley left him with her as he went to have a stroll.
Simon sat on her lap and Alex, told him colourful stories, of fairies, of dragons and even of the future. Her storytelling won his heart and his demands for One More! never diminished.
At last, as he fell in a sweet slumber, the long evening of stories ended.
A little while later, Pooja came searching her. She told her about her evening with Thomas and Alex softly told about how she spent her evening with Little Simon.
As they chatted, they did not take notice of Mr Waverley coming back in the room. When he slowly called for Simon, that's when they got aware of his presence.
As Alex handed Simon back to him and the two took their leave, Mr Waverley stopped them. They turned to see the man having a smile of gratitude on his lightly wrinkled face.
"I can not thank the both of you enough for coming here today. Our Christmas, Holidays have always been just the family. My kids always wanted to have someone over for the occasion, but living in a solitary area like this didn't make it easy for people to come over. Having you here, I can undoubtedly say that this was the Best Christmas Eve we have ever had!"
At his words, both Pooja and Alex had tiny droplets at the corner of their eyes. They thanked him and chatted with him for a little while before finally retiring for the night.
December 25th
The Christmas morning began when Eleanor came waking the two sleepyheads and asking them to come and see the gifts they had received.
They got dressed and as they entered the Parlour, were greeted with excited squeals and heartfelt laughter, that rubbed away any reminiscences of sleep that remained.
They saw the family opening their gifts and the floor all covered with handkerchiefs, pieces of jewellery, board games books, mufflers, embroidered suspenders and even larger articles like a theatrophone and a dishwasher.
Pooja and Alex too got sweets, nuts, little handmade trinkets, jewellery, reading books, watch case and scarves.
The unique article that Pooja got was a vintage board game while for Alex it was an Indian work humidor.
Both of them also received a box of home-made cookies each. Everything was too precious for them, the bonding that they had formed with this happy family was all they needed for a great time.
A lot of talks, food and smiles later, all of them dressed up for the Church.
However, Pooja and Alex realized they didn't have much time left. They asked Eleanor about the time.
It was still early. Perhaps they would be able to listen to the carols before they had to take their leave.
"Ellie, I don't think we will be able to stay for longer. We will get to hear the carols but, we don't much time left."
"Can't you stay here with us?" Eleanor said as sadness spread over her features.
"We are sorry Eleanor, but there are some circumstances not in our hand. When time comes, one has to bid Adieu! But the feeling is definitely mutual." Alex softly replied.
Their heart broke at the thought that they would never be able to see each other again. But what is the use of denying the inevitable.
Eleanor was one determined girl. She wouldn't let them miss the carols!
"You came this time, you will come again. You know the right person who can bring you back. Promise me, Promise me you will come back!" Eleanor requested.
Then it dawned upon them. If the lady brought them here once, she could bring them back again!
Happily, they promised, "Promise."
And with that, the three hurried down to join the family on their way to the Church.
Carol singers and musicians played and sang the five melodious and popular carols of the era. Beginning their performance with O Come all ye Faithful, and the symphony continued with Once in Royal David’s City, moving on to See Amid the Winters Snow, O Little Town of Bethlehem.
At last came the majestic music of Away in a Manger.
Each of the performance was a musical gem, and if they could, they would have recorded each of the pieces and take them with them.
But just as the ending notes of the Carol began playing, Pooja and Alex, started feeling slightly light-headed.
Their time, here, was coming to an end.
Quietly whispering their hurried goodbyes, they picked the bag of their gifts.
As they went last notes of the Carols faded, they faded from the 19th century with the pieces of love they had garnered from the Era of Victoria.
Only one thought crossed their mind as their senses finally gave out.
This was a Christmas well spent.
PS: Lots of hearty thank yous to you for reading💖! I hope you have a great day ahead💖, and wishing you a Very Merry Christmas is Advance🎄!
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tell me who you’d take on a date and where you would go! — CLOSED
@thisbloghasnoaesthetic asked: Id love to take Jotaro on a date. Just something chill. Like getting some good food. Or just sitting together doing nothing. I'd love to just read a book with my head on his shoulder. Just enjoying eachothers quiet comfort :)
omg that sounds like a great date for Jotaro! he definitely seems like the type to want a chill date. he’d probably opt for something that offers takeout if you’re referencing Part 3!Joot, somewhere a little nicer but just as casual if you’re referencing Part 4!Joot. and while you’re reading, you might just catch a teeny, tiny smile on his lips. but don’t say anything or you’ll ruin the moment 🤭💕
anonymous asked: i would wanna take kakyoin out to an indoor roller rink so we could rollerskate together 🥺 it’s one of the things i like to do most and i’d wanna skate around w him while holding hands! also cause he’s tall, i feel like it’d be hard for him to keep balance and prevent himself from falling lolll. but we could go out to an ice cream place nearby afterwards and watch the sun set (if the time is right) 💗
how cute!! sharing something you love with the one you love most... I dig it. Kakyoin would be soooo embarrassed, though! he just wants to impress you but his center of gravity is absolutely awful. rip. at the end of the day, however, he’d be so appreciative that you shared something so personal with him. ❤️ let him pay for the ice cream, it’s the least he can do!! and maybe hold your hand while you watch the sunset 🌅
@lavaicerinkk asked: I would ask mista, probably to like a concert or something like that. We'd probably go as homies, then when we get home id be like "what if we kissed haha" and hed be like 😳😳 ok, and then we live happily ever after
LMAAAAOOOOO. I feel like this is v in character for Mista.... he’d be caught so off guard by it! esp since he probably would’ve accepted that you were just friends. not that he’d say no, tho 👀 he’d just be like, “wait, for real?” and waste no time kissing you after you gave him permission. what a happy ending. 💕
@murcx04 asked: Take someone on a date huh hmmmmm- Josuke is my bet HAHA Hed be so refreshing to be with óuò. And we'd go shopping kfbfjfn And that where- he'll just show his pleading eyes and want you to buy the shoes he wants oh boy-
I agree, he would be a very refreshing plus one! I think a shopping date would be v traditional with him. I’m imagining you both at the mall, where he cackles at all the weird sex stuff at Spencer’s and shares his food court soft pretzel with you. 🥨 he probably wouldn’t explicitly say that he wants new shoes, but he’d nudge you and be like, “hey. if you wanna know what to get me for my birthday...” and point to the Air Force 1′s on display. so subtle. 🙄
anonymous asked: tbh i think i'd like to take kira out to dinner and go on a walk. i know its a simple date but i think he's really neat and i don't really like big or flashy events and i don't think he would either kjfnksnjks. its just sumn that would suit both of us nice
ooo interesting choice, nonnie! I 100% agree with you on this one. Kira would probably take you to one of those restaurants that have private rooms. I think some ritzier places are like that? anyway, he’d want to focus this date all on you. no mindless chatter from other patrons, no screaming children — the more noise he can minimize, the better. and during your walk, I can see him allowing you to take the reins on the conversation. he just finds everything you say so fascinating! 🌷💗
@catnymous asked: I'd take Fugo first to just a simple lil cafe then to the park :3
Cat!! I missed you!! you should come into the askbox more often, I always enjoy your replies. in the meantime, Fugo probably overthinks a lot so this date would be casual enough for him to relax. he would probably opt for some coffee and a slice of cake that he can share with you 🍰❤️ and a stroll through the park would be the perfect way to walk off the calories! (plus when you get to a fountain he’ll probably make some corny wish about getting to spend more days with you like this a;sdfkjl)
anonymous asked: Idk if you’re familiar with part 7... but I would bring Johnny to the planetarium; it’s a place that I love, and bringing him to a place special to me would mean a lot, I think. I’d tell him all of my favorite things about space. And, it’s a little mushy, but I’d remind him that just because you can’t always see the stars doesn’t mean they’re not there; every one is special and the same is for people. And of course, it would be a fun day out to appreciate the beautiful things in the world
unfortunately, I’m not familiar with Part 7... :( but thank you so much for sharing nonetheless! this is such a heart-warming confession 💕 I wish there was more I could say; I love that you’d share all your favorite things about space, and how everything and everyone is special. 💫 such a beautiful confession.
@serenityblaze44 asked: I would take Bruno and/or Abbacchio to a conservatory or garden, maybe bring a picnic. Nothing too exciting, just time to relax and spend time together. Then go home for cuddles.
por que no los dos? ahaha nah I’m joking... unless 👀 no but for real, this sounds ideal for both of them! ❤️ they would both appreciate the time to unwind. I could see Abbacchio prepping all the food, while Bucciarati handles everything else (packing the blanket, utensils, alcohol, etc.). they’d probably opt for somewhere outside of Naples since it’s far too crowded in the city. afterwards, be prepared for a gr8 nap between two warm, loving boys!!
anonymous asked: I'd take Kakyoin on a date! I think it would be really fun to go somewhere like an amusement park or arcade so we could just kinda be stupid together and forget our problems. Id go on the Ferris wheel and try to kiss him at the top but he'd probably shake the cart the whole time to freak me out 😂😂 After everything he's gone through, he deserves to have a lot of fun and id love to see him smile 🥰😍
aw friend, this is such a sweet scenario! hopefully the Ferris wheel doesn’t give him too many bad memories of Death Thirteen though ope,, anyway, what a lovely way to forget about all the stuff he’s endured! he’d playfully challenge you to some arcade games (and I’m using “playfully” lightly here) and then destroy you. 🙄 but it’s okay, any tickets he gets will immediately go to a cute stuffed animal just for you 🧸
@hadesaedes asked: OOOH I’d have to go with either Yukako or Koichi (even tho i have like TWO hands either is fine). Yukako is a very passionate and strong lover which I LOVE cause im shy with affection so being bold with it is MWUAH. While Koichi is also passionate I like to think he enjoys more simple and low key dates which is my type of thing. Having to just bask in each other’s company without having to fill the silence is GREAT. THEY ARE BOTH GREAT!!! In this essay I will-
AHHH A+ CHOICES, FRIEND. Yukako and Koichi would spoil you so much!! they’d handle any date expenses (movie tickets, food, etc.) and would adore having any opportunity to hold your hand 😊 Yukako would probably be more physically affectionate; she’ll either have her hand on top of yours or her feet wrapped between yours when sitting. Koichi would opt for compliments, praising you on how cool and smart you are! wow, what a supportive pair 🤝
anonymous asked: It's very hard to choose, but I'd go on a date with Bruno. Idk I'm just very gay for him. He knows a lot of nice and fancy places in Naples, but since that's not really my world, I'd take him to a small coffee shop or something. Nothing fancy or expensive but still very enjoyable. Maybe some ice cream. Walking through the city and going to a restaurant in the evening. Maybe something fancy this time, or just a simple pizza
how lovely!! Bucciarati would honestly be open to try anything, but I think a small coffee shop would be v enjoyable for him. there’s so much you can learn about someone over a cup of joe. ☕ since he’s been living in / around Naples his whole life, he’d probably share some neat facts about the city while on your stroll! “the Amalfi Coast is best known for its limoncello liqueur. I know a great place to try it if you’re interested.” 🍋
@moloko-tyan asked: Hello, little bird💫sending you rays of love and positive energy! This new event is so much fun. Several hours I wondered with who I wanted to go out, ahah. And I think it would be Erina. She deserves to have fun especially after all those awful events in her life. We would go to atelier. We could go through fabrics to choose which fits the best. We would look at lovely laces, buttons, jewels and we would argue about models of dresses and evening gowns. I want her to feel safe🌻 thank u so much!
friend! I always get so excited when you pop into my askbox!! ty for participating 💕 Erina is such a great choice imo. and this is such a creative date! she’d have so much fun running her fingers over all the interesting fabrics. Erina would take the most beautiful dresses and hold them up against you, saying how lovely the color suits you. 👗 although she’d be too shy to try those dresses on herself, she would have so much fun spending the day with you!!
anonymous asked: I hope it's okay to send this (I honestly don't want you to get overwhelmed)! But if it's okay: I would love to take Fugo on a date! I love this boy with all my heart and I would love to travel with him to my country to a town next to the sea and give him a tour of its history (and visit the local art and history museums there)! And later grab some ice cream and walk along the seafront in the evening where there are less people and just enjoy the walk together as the sun sets. -Turtle Anon🐢
oooohh, Turtle Anon!! thank you for your concern. you’re all good, don’t worry! anywho, that’s a wonderful date for Fugo. he would have an absolute blast reading about all the art and history your country has to offer 🏛️ you might have to push him along though, he’s the type to absorb everything n really slow down when reading... but at the end of the day, as you’re walking along the beach, he’d thank you for sharing a part of yourself with him. he’d be so honored! ☀️
anonymous asked: tbh i'd love to take narancia on a super spontaneous date... only the date and time are set, the entire day is just going around town and doing whatever stupid fun random things,, eating street food and going into shops to try on random fits and running around laughing, mayhaps go to an arcade, or do some karaoke. and then wind down at like a mcdonalds late at night, tired but happy and satisfied.. hhh nara is v fun i just wanna hang out w him honestly 🤕😔🤕😔
yeeeess this is the perfect date for Narancia!! he loves spontaneous stuff like this. he’d have so much fun gorging himself on street food and playing around with weird fits. he’d probably put on the stupidest things he can find, like this. and if you go to karaoke, be ready to screech some absolute bangers. he will not take anything less than confident (yet bad), loud (yet joyous) singing. 🎤 n while he might be falling nodding off at the McDonald’s, he’d sleepily tell you how amazing the day was and how he wants to do this again 💕
@tomomi012 asked: I'm going to share another ideal date idea, but with Kakyoin. I'd like us to go to one of those cat cafes in Japan. I mean, cats, coffee and a cute Japanese boy, is this heaven? and I would tell him: "Nori, today I am in heaven"
ofc, share all you want! omg... I love this idea..... Kakyoin would be so soft anytime a cat approaches him. he’d do a little “pspsps” and hold out his finger for them to smell. and once a cat actually nudges him, he’d just melt! he wouldn’t show it outwardly, but you can see it in how bright his eyes get. I think Kakyoin would be the type to either attract a ton of cats or cats hate him, there’s no in between. 😭❤️ both make for some gr8 scenarios, though!
@pommmejuice asked: for your post about taking a character on a date :,) i think i’d like to take abba to art museums/cultural centers ,, i’d love to talk to him about my culture and what life is like (if he’d be interested;; lol) n maybe afterwards while we get italian food he can talk to me about what italian culture is like, the parts that aren’t shown in the media 🥺 so uh a date where we’re both learning new things about each other hehe
n maybeeeee take fugo to a café where we can study together n talk about our favorite things in our lives/culture.... n maybe hold hands on the table and maybe stare into his eyes tenderly ... you know because he’s my BFF (Best Friend Forever) .. you know how best friends do.. 😳
ooo Ireeene I figured you’d say Abbacchio :3c but that’s such a cute date for him! ofc he’d be interested in learning more about you!! you wouldn’t see it, but every time you share something you that you love about your culture, Abbacchio’s gaze on you would be so loving... 💖 he adores that you’re sharing so personal with him (of all people!!). and he’d get a kick out of telling you misconceptions about Italy. don’t get him started on how much he hates the Mario Bros.
as for Fugo, he would react similarly. I could see him ask more questions about your culture, while Abbacchio lets you go on and on. he’s so interested in everything about you!! and the moment you hold his hand... wow... get ready to see some intense blushing... he wouldn’t pull away, but his attention would turn to something else and his stutter would be apparent. pull yourself together, Fugo! 😤
anonymous asked: I'd take Rohan on a date, I'm a lil gay for that trash man. Tbh, it would either be an amazing date or a total disaster. I think we'd plan something fun and relaxing, like going to an art gallery or seeing a movie, but we'd end up in an adventure because that's what keeps happening to Rohan for some reason. At the end of the day we'd go to a restaurant to put a normal ending to that strange day
HAHAHA omggg friend this is a pretty accurate description of Rohan’s life. I think he’d be really annoyed that the day ended up this way, but he’s glad that he got to spend it with someone he tolerates. 💕 Rohan would try to push past those feelings once you go to the restaurant. this date is still salvageable!! he might complain a lil, but ultimately, he’d try to focus on you and what you enjoyed 🥰
@xxbluejayxx asked: For the Jojo date thing, I'd take Abbacchio. Well not really picky about the kind of date, I feel a nice quiet one at home would be best. It could be a homemade dinner, a movie night, or both. When it comes down to it, for me anytime spent with someone I love is time well spent, and that is something I will willingly admit
this is such a peaceful date for Abbacchio! I agree, a quiet date at home would be best. 😊❤️ as I mentioned in other scenarios, he’d likely take over kitchen duties. no need to worry about anything, just tell him what you want and he’d whip it up for you! and when it comes time to watch the movie, he’d tell you to sit a lil closer to him... he’s not very good with verbalizing affection, but he loves when he can feel your skin against his.
anonymous asked: I reeally wanna take Polnareff on a date. He deserves it sooo much. He's such a handsome sweetie. Id turn on the charm for him for once, like he always does. I have a beautiful image in my head of an outdoor patio restaurant with hundreds of strings of lights. We both dress up and have a lovely meal under the stars and magical lights, and then our favorite song plays and we have a dance beneath the lights. I think it would be goofy and romantic, stepping on toes as we attempt to dance around 😍
ahhh Polnareff would be so flattered to have you flirt with him! he’d probably get a lil flustered since this is nicer than what he’s used to, but seeing you dressed to the nines would make make him go 🥵 likewise, he’d push himself through the situation by just focusing on you. and when you start dancing... wow!! he’d lose himself laughing and being absolutely miserable at showing his moves. but it doesn’t matter, because he’s here with you and everything is okay ⭐
@rat-makes-stuff asked: Ok so I would take Giorno back to my home state of Michigan. Mafia boss has got to be tired as hell, so what's better than walking through the woods and collecting rocks at Lake Huron (I'm biased that's my favorite lake no CAP). We would watch the sun set and then look at the stars when they come out. Wildflower picking, trying to see how many deer we can find, and picnics by the lake? Yes pleaseee
before I start, Tumblr wasn’t letting me tag you in this!! so I hope you still see my response :( anyway, this is such a relaxing date! Don Giorno would love to unwind in nature. he’d probably take some stones he found near Lake Huron and turn them into a bouquet of flowers for you! 💐and since he’s probably never seen the sky without light pollution, he’d be astonished at how beautiful the sky is. he wouldn’t be able to say anything, just pull you close to him and thank you for taking him out here 🌠
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I has a story here! A gift for @tyraeltheapprentice I hopes you like it! Just some soft interaction between Eva and Tyrael. Aand..y-yeah sooo- *Shoves here and hides*
Just my luck, Tyrael huffed. And it was usually her luck; storms and weird weather happened rather often when she traveled. Not even the thick lush of the forest could hold back the rain drops or icy winds that bombarded her. No, there was no traveling in this kind of weather. “We need to find shelter, and fast.” she groaned to her two familiars, who were unseen if any other were to come across her, but their presence was felts.
Trudging through the woods with both hands to her hood to keep it in place despite the battle with the wind, through the bramble and the bush that was lessening, seemed to be a small clearing. Normally the opposite of shelter from a storm, the small cottage that was giving off light and smoke made said clearing much more appealing. The woman lowered her head to push through the storm challenges and made her way to the door, banging on the wooden circle since someone had to be home if there was a fire going.
“Coming!” A lighthearted voice came from the other side as the sound of metal latches and the creak of the wood followed suit. “Hello, this isn’t the best weather to be out in- wait! Tyrael?”
“Eva?” Her golden eyes widened as she looked down at the redhead at the door. This was the last person I was expecting to find
“Oh my gosh get in here!” Eva’s small hand reached out to grab Ty’s wrist and bring her into her home, “Get in front of the fire, quickly” the shorter woman kept pulling deeper into the home and right to the fire. “You are soaked to the bone!”
“I-Uh, yeah. The storm hit pretty hard,” Ty honestly didn’t know how to handle the other woman’s attention. Not that it wasn't appreciated of course, but it was just not the common treatment she expected from the former apprentice of her mentor. Heck they had only met perhaps a handful of times when Eva would come to the shop looking for Asra or drop off something.
“Wrap up and then have a seat,” The redhead instructed, gesturing to her blanket and chair by the fire before stepping away to another room.
“Oh uh, thanks” Tyrael mumbled, wrapping the blanket around herself before sitting as she was told to. Looking into the fire as she scooted closer for warmth, a small smile touched her face as the salamander rolling around in the embers looked up at her in a brief pause before continuing its play, “hey there little fella.” Perhaps it was how tired she was, or the focus on the little creature in the firepit, but the traveler didn’t expect the warm fluffy towel that was dropped on her head. “W-what are you doing?”
Eva’s hands started working the towel through her hair, gently patting and ringing out the water trapped in the strands, “We need to get you dry, or you could catch a cold” The other woman’s tone gave off the feeling that this was the most natural thing for her to do.
However it was far from what the blue haired sorceress in training would say was natural. Such kindness, and unabashed care…. A small blush formed on her flustered cheeks as she sunk deeper into the cozy chair, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself. “T-Thank you.” she stammered, eyes going back to the little critter in the fireplace.
“Not at all!” Eva hummed with a smile, patting and gently floofing Ty’s hair. “Hey Sausage, would you be a dear and go heat up the bathtub? I bet our guest could use a nice hot bath to get the cold out of her bones.”
“Oh, uh, you don’t need to do that,” The guest tried to say, “I’m okay.”
“You sure? I don’t want you to get sick, and your face is a bit flush,” Eva knelt down in front of the chair, gently pressing the back of her hand to Ty’s forehead to check for a fever.
“I guess...That would be nice” Ty’ felt her face heating up even more at the gentle touch. Normally she would say she could tough it out, but the soft doe eyes staring at her.. It was hard to say no to.
The salamander with a small gurgle of a noise crawled out of the fire, steam coming off its body as it made its way across the stone floor to the bathroom in the back of the hut to do the task.
The redhead’s smile grew, “There we go. Now, how about something to drink, I was just stirring up some caramel apple cider. Definitely will warm you up from the inside out.”
“Oh uh,” but before the other woman could ask about what exactly *cider* was, Eva had scurried into the kitchen to get them some mugs, as well as a bowl of hot oatmeal for her guest.
Ty arched her neck to look over the chair to try and see what was going on in the kitchen, hearing the shuffling of dishes and the hissing of a teapot. “Everything okay in there?”
“Huh? Oh yes yes, I was just getting something warm for you to eat too. It’s just oatmeal, but I have honey and stuff I can put in if you want.”
"Oh you don't need to add that for me. I like it simple.... Do, uh... Do you want to have some too?" She would have felt a bit odd eating alone in another person’s home. Besides, eating together and talking sounded rather nice.
“Well I think I could have a little.” Eva chuckled, adding an extra spoon to the bowl before bringing it all out on a tray. “It will still be a bit hot, so careful not to burn your tongue, okay” She winked, pulling one of her bean bag pillow cushions to sit beside Ty.
“I’ll be sure to be careful,” Ty chuckled softly, a soft hum spilling out with her exhale as she took a deep whiff of the cider, enjoying the mix of slight sweetness and spice, as well as the heat that was spreading into her fingers.
“I gotta say I am so relieved you found my place,” The redhead said between small sips of her drink, “If I found out you were in my neck of the woods and had been out all night in this storm I would have felt so guilty.”
“It wouldn’t have been your fault though, you didn't make the storm happen,” Ty raised a brow, a rather amused smile on her face at how… well, coddling and doting on her. It was rather confusing to try and comprehend why the girl was doing these things for her, but also it warmed her heart to see how caring and adamant she was, rambling on about how Ty could have gotten sick or lost and so on and on. “Well I didn’t, I am here so we don’t have to worry about that.”
Both the women chuckled a little and decided to change the topic of conversation, whilst sharing in the oatmeal, which Eva had thought had cooled down enough, but the sudden huffing and fanning of her mouth proved that wrong.
“You okay?” Ty asked, sitting up in concern and reaching a hand to touch Eva’s shoulder. Getting a small thumbs up and a half smile, Ty chuckled a bit with a sigh, “And here you are telling me to be careful of my own tongue. Seems you need to be careful too.”
“Hehehe, w-well I thought it was cooled enough for a little nibble” Eva giggled, “Now anywho, I was gonna ask, what were you doing out in this crazy weather anyway? You are a bit of a ways away from the shop, needless to say”
The question brought a small frown to the taller woman’s face. Well, not so much the question, but the answer to said question. The memory of the argument, one of many, she had gotten into with Asra before storming off, not caring where she went so long as it was away from him.
“Hey” Eva put her hand on top of Ty’s, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have pried. We can talk about something else if you want.”
“N-no.. no it isn’t that it is just…”She let out a deep exhale, trying to quell some of the frustration that was growing in her again just by remembering the fight. “Asra. Let’s just say Asra…”
“Awe geesh, I could have expected that” Eva rolled her eyes, patting Ty’s hand before leaning back in her bean chair, “That man might know a good collection of spells, but the way he talks to people is not as charming as he thinks it is.”
“No kidding,” Ty tsked, but a small smile came back to her face knowing she was sharing her grievances with someone who could relate.
Their talk went on, Ty sharing the details of her most recent argument with her mentor. Which led to Eva’ sharing her own issues she recalled when being an apprentice. Back and forth the women shared, finishing their bowl of oatmeal and going through two or so refills of warm cider as they laughed, groaned and confided in each other. Their latest bit of chuckles interrupted by a little gurgle of a noise.
“Hm? Oh Sausage,” Eva reached and collected the salamander, who was now a few shades darker than he previously was to signal he was cooled down a bit. “That is right, your bath must be ready. It would have been painfully hot if you had gone in before, but you better take the chance before it gets too cold.” Eva set the little creature on the hot brick that bordered the hearth, “I can get some kind of pillow bed set up by the fire for you. Well, unless you want to share the bed with me. It is downstairs so it is nice and warm.”
“Oh, no thanks I am sure out here will be fine” Ty shook her head and let the blanket around her fall off her shoulders.
“You sure? I mean I want to make sure you are comfortable” Eva started collecting various pillow seat cushions she had and a few blankets from a chest, “I don’t mind cuddling and Persephatta actually loves the rain so she won’t be coming in tonight, so it won’t be too cramped.”
With a soft smile, the tanned woman shook her head again, “Maybe next time, but I feel I will be pretty comfy out here. And maybe Sausage can keep me company.” She looked down at the salamander that was already starting to get a little brighter in color from the hot bricks.
“Well he does make a very good hot water bottle,” Eva chuckled, “Okay then, I will see to a nice makeshift bed. Should be ready by the time you are done. And feel free to use my robe in there, it should fit you as a nice thing to sleep in for the night while we have our clothes taken care of.”
With a small nod, Tyrael found her way to the bathroom, which wasn’t very hard considering the small size of the cottage. Dipping her finger in the water to check the temp one more time, she went about adding a few of the bath salts and herbs that were set on a shelf for cleansing and calming purposes. For a while she let herself soak, sinking down till the water was just past her chin as she closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift. What a crazy day it had been indeed, but not without a happy ending. Her thoughts drifted to Eva’s kind words, and how they made each other smile.
I could get used to such conversations... this feeling.... I hope we can meet up like this again. okay maybe with a little less storm.
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