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son of a preacher man | rhett abbott x reader

disclaimer; this thot popped into my brain this morning as i listened to 'son of a preacher man' by dusty springfield, feel free to listen to it as you read. I myself am agnostic so if there's any inaccuracies-- *shrugs*. both characters are 20.

warnings; religious themes, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, female reader, afab!reader, corruption kink, innocence, dresses mentioned, attempt at masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of sick parent, size kink(?)

summary; rhett abbott, the preacher's son, is the only one who had ever reached a part of you, a part of you you hardly knew yourself.

word count; 4K.

tagging people who might like; @hangmanapologist @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @lt-bradshaw @roleycoleyreccenter

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Spring had come suddenly that year, the meadows waking from their long sleepy absence and blooming slowly with white and pale lavender wildflowers. The sweet fragrance that emanated from the very earth you walked on was intoxicating to you, more than happy to spend long afternoons amongst the meadow wildlife if time allowed it.

More often than not though, there was no time. Your father had fallen ill the past year, and his health had steadily declined as the raw winter chill seeped through the old wood of your house. Mother had needed all the help she needed around the house, with the sweet lambs you had out back, shearing them and spinning yarn from their soft fur.

You’d often work tirelessly at knitting sweaters, little socks and mittens for the church charity, or to sell on market days to help sustain the farm and your fathers medication. Sometimes mother let you knit out on the meadows, but most of the time she wanted you near her.

The one day you steadfastly looked forward to was Sundays. Sundays when the kind Reverend Royal Abbott would make sure to visit your family after Sunday service to read for your mother and your father, as your fathers health no longer allowed him to attend sermons. It was not so much Father Abbotts blessings that brought you feelings of elation and butterflies, no, it was more so the blessing of his youngest son.

It was the one afternoon you were completely free from your mothers watchful eyes, and she always let you wander the meadows with the Abbott boy for as long as you needed - under the impression that the preacher’s son was offering you the lord's word as comfort for the situation that was impending. She always gave you a comforting and sympathetic smile as the younger Abbott took you for a walk through your back lawn, out towards the meadows, pastures and forests adjacent.

You and Rhett Abbott were the same age, and you’d always had such a soft spot for the cerulean eyed boy with longer hair and mischief twinkling in his smile and eyes. You knew his mother Cecelia often reprimanded him, and wished he was more like his older brother Perry who sported short, more respectable hair, and who had already married.

There was something enchanting about him, the way your body and soul always seemed so in tune with him - how when he entered the room, your very being would vibrate with the need to be close to him.

He was everything. Tall, broad, beautiful and kind. You were, according to yourself, rather plain. Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined he would desire you in any way, until you noticed how he always made a point to accompany his father to your house on Sunday afternoons. In the beginning, he would sit near you as you listened to his fathers preaching.

It was hard to concentrate on the words of the Reverend, when his son was running his strong hands softly across the thin fabric of your white, billowy Sunday dress. When he did it the first time, you’d turned to him in shock, only to be met with a sympathetic look as he opted to let his hand rest on your shoulder. It clicked in your mind then that he was offering you comfort. Taking in your surroundings, you saw your mother in tears at the preacher's words, and you bowed your head - only partly ashamed you’d been too busy taking in the scent and the close proximity of Rhett to fully understand Royal’s gruff voice.

His hand on your shoulder, warmth seeping through the thin and soft fabric of your dress made you inhale the softest of gasps. You wanted to melt into his touch and never leave, but you managed to sit up straight with your hands neatly folded in your lap that Sunday afternoon.

As they left that Sunday, Royal tipped his hat and bid your family farewell, as Rhett gripped your shoulder tightly again and spoke softly;

Everything will be alright.

You could tell Royal was proud of his son, thinking his wilder spouse had finally found the way of the Lord. Perhaps that’s why, as time went on, Rhett would make a point to speak verses of comfort to you when they visited. He kept touching your upper arm and shoulder, once venturing to rest his large palm just above your knee - but the surprised gasp you had let out had been so loud he’d had to pretend to swat away a fly as the elders turned to look at you.

Being good isn’t always easy, you tell yourself that night as you imagine Rhett’s firm touch all over your body, burning sensations flaring when you thought of his palm reaching higher up on your thigh. Your own daintier hand didn’t feel the same as you graced it up your inner thigh, your nightgown bunching around your hips as soft gasps spilled from parted lips, legs falling apart further and further as you thought of Rhett’s tall frame fitting in between them.

Hesitant touches made you writhe in your bed, breaths coming in short gasps, but never truly getting satisfied. No one had ever taught you about your own body, had never told you what sort of feeling you were yearning for when your body burned and ached like this.

A soft, longing, moan of the preacher’s son's name fell from your lips as you brushed against a spot that momentarily satiated the ache, but you lost it in your surprise that overtook you at what had tumbled from your mouth. That night you contemplated your actions, wondering if you were no longer a good girl in the eyes of the Lord. It surprised you that you felt little shame about your actions.

After a whole week of chores, knitting and tending to your little lambs, it was soon Sunday again. You’d opted to wear your Sunday dress again, as you would any Sunday, but you had to admit you spent a little more time with the rest of your appearance. As Father Abbott and his son approached your abode, your mother sang their praises to you, gushing over how kind they were to come to your house personally to make sure your poor father’s soul could be salvaged.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” Royal grumbled, taking off his hat and bowing his head before he kept talking “today, my son was wondering if he might have the privilege to preach to your daughter - he has expressed concern for how she might be faring in these dire circumstances.”

Glancing up at your mother, you saw tears glistening in her eyes as she nodded “Of course, Father Abbott, we are so blessed to have you preaching to us who are a bit older - certainly, our daughter would be thankful to have a younger perspective upon her hardships,” she answered for you, and you could only bite your lip to keep your smile at bay.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Rhett spoke, before he revealed what passages he would cover with you today. “Could we perhaps be allowed on the meadow out back?” Rhett continued, eyes flitting between your mother and his father “I find that nature can instill peace along with the Lord’s words,” he elaborated and your mother nodded, tears now glittering on her cheeks.

“My little lamb does love spending her time on the meadow, does it offer you peace my dove?” Your mother doted on you, as if she now at once understood why you were out there. You could only nod mutely, not entirely believing your luck as the elders made room for Rhett to lead you through your back lawn, your arm tucked respectfully in his arm.

Those first times, Rhett did take you for a walk. He would talk in soft, soothing voices, once in a while adding some passages from verses. Mostly, the two of you would talk of other matters too, and getting to know Rhett was exhilarating. He told you of the times he’d snuck out to the rodeo, told you how his friend had snuck him onto a bull that had bucked him off. He told you of the thrill, of how he’d felt so alive.

You looked at him with starry eyes, and he looked at you with soft adoration in his eyes as he told you how he had always found you sweet. Had always looked out for you. Surprised, you gently argued that he had never talked to you much when you were in school together.

He told you he would often try to sit near you, would always try to land himself in projects with you, but that their teacher thought he was a little bit of a bad boy, preacher's son or not. A soft smile made its way onto your face as he confessed these sweet thoughts to you, bowing your head downwards out of habit.

Feeling his rough fingertips under your chin made your head spin as he tilted your face up so he could see you again “you’re so sweet… so beautiful, little lamb” he whispered, cerulean eyes taking in your parted lips and your slightly furrowed brows.

“Rhett,” his name was out of your mouth, breathy and pleading, before you knew it. His breath seemed to hitch, before he groaned your name, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours - facial expression akin to fathers when he was in pain. It seemed as if his other hand was itching to pull you flush to his body, hovering in the air between you when the two of you heard Royal shouting Rhett’s name in the distance. Apparently the Sunday sermon was over.

“Rhett.” You all but whimpered, longing for his touch, for anything he would be willing to give you. The pained expression was back on his face as he looked down at you again, he gently cupped your face in between his large palms, letting his blue eyes devour your features before he spoke.

“Shh, little lamb, everything is alright. I’ll see you next Sunday, alright? I’ll try to see if I can come before that okay?” He whispered to you, and you nodded, watching as he smiled softly before letting his lips press a lingering kiss to your cheek before he straightened up and guided you back to your house.

Letting out a shaky breath, your mother appeared before you, letting you know which chores needed done before sundown. She took in your shaky state and asked if you were feeling alright.

“Preacher’s son had chosen some… very emotional verses today, I’m sorry mother.” The lie slipped almost too easily from your tongue, and your mother smiled sympathetically, offering you a small pat on your shoulder before she was off, singing praises about that preacher's son.

That week, Rhett appeared when you went to sell your knitted goods at the market, and he had taken his brother's place when you brought the pieces for the charity for the church. When he caught sight of you, those beautiful blues of his would look fiery and alive. His touches would linger, his words like sweet honey as he praised your handiwork. As he collected items for the charity, you decided to stay and help him for a while.

Soon enough, it was time to close the church doors, and it seemed as if Rhett could wait no longer. As the doors hid the two of you from the world, he whispered your name in desperation, cradling your face and neck in his large hands, tilting your head up.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, and a soft, needy noise escaped you at his close proximity, at his words and the way he held you so delicately between his hands.

“Please, Rhett,” you breathed out, daring to let trembling fingers clutch at his white button-up, hesitantly pulling him to you. “Oh, my sweet little dove,” he groaned before his lips came down on yours in a slow kiss, his lips moving against yours in a way that made you dizzy. His warm, wet tongue venturing into your willing mouth, slowly caressing your tongue, swallowing your soft gasps.

You had never been kissed like this before - it was intoxicating, and sent heat coursing through your very veins, down to your core. Rhett’s hand had slipped into your hair at some point and the sensation of his strong hold on you had a foreign sound leaving you, a sound you only made on those nights when you had tried in vain to replicate the fire coursing through you now.

The sound of a heavy door slamming, had Rhett pulling away, smiling down at you as he stole one last quick kiss before promising he’d see you that Sunday.

As Sunday came, you felt daring in opting for the white dress that was almost sheer in its thin fabric. It was usually paired with a white bra and top, and sometimes a cardigan. Today, you had foregone both bra and top, covering yourself with your usual cardigan to not raise suspicion with your mother.

To your great surprise, there was a knock on the door before noon, long before the sermon in church was over. Your mother opened the door to see Rhett, holding a bible in one hand and a soothing smile on his face as he explained he had picked out a lengthier passage today, and that his father would come by later. Your mother looked elated as she called for you, ushering you out the door with the preacher’s son.

As you caught sight of Rhett, that familiar ache burned within you, his very innocent touch on your elbow enough to have you leaning closer to him.

Today he led you further away, down the far end of the flowery meadow, where a couple of trees shielded the spot from direct view.

“Rhett-” you had barely finished his name when his lips crashed down on yours in a frantic kiss, his hands squeezing at your waist. “I’m sorry, little lamb. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you,” he chuckled, gracing your cheek with the back of his hand. You smiled sweetly at him, leaning into his broad chest, letting yourself tuck your face into his warm neck as he held you.

“Rhett,” you tried again, biting your bottom lip as you wondered if this confession would have him fleeing “you… always make me feel funny inside,” you spoke hesitantly, feeling foolish for telling him.

“Can you tell me how I make you feel, honey?” His voice was dark, and his grip on you had tightened slightly, his one hand guiding your chin from out of its hiding place.

Licking your lips you looked into his stormy eyes “like my whole body is on fire… like, like I ache for you,” you furrowed your brows “I tried once, tried to… soothe it, but I- I didn’t know how, and it felt—“ you trailed off, embarrassed.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Rhett groaned, “you have no idea what you do to me, do you? Sweet little thing,” he murmured against your neck, where he started licking and kissing.

“I feel it now,” you confessed with a whine, and Rhett chuckled against your skin. “Mm, have I made you ache, little lamb?” He rumbled and you nodded “where does it ache, sweets?” He continued, his hands caressing your arms slowly.

Licking your lips, you detached yourself from the warm comfort of Rhett’s embrace, slowly removing your cardigan to reveal your all but bare breasts through the sheer fabric of your dress. Not entirely knowing why, or how, your hands slowly inched up the length of your body, keeping eye contact with Rhett as your dainty hands palmed at your breasts, a soft moan escaping you.

“It aches here, Rhett,” you mewled, letting one hand run down the length of your stomach as you whispered “and here, too,”

The growl that left the preacher's son was near animalistic, and his eyes burned with desire as you hitched your white dress up your thigh.

“Teach me” you breathed out as your eyes fluttered closed, and Rhett’s tall frame embraced you, holding you against his hard form. His lips were all over you, kissing you, loving you. His larger palms soon replaced your smaller ones, massaging and palming at your breasts - his nimble fingers teasing your nipples in a way that had you crying out in the pleasure that coursed through you. You knew only he could soothe the ache, you’d known it must be so.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl,” Rhett groaned against you, mouthing at your exposed collarbones before he let his lips latch onto your hardened nipple over the fabric of your breast, suckling, licking and nipping softly at it, only making you louder, mewling and crying out his name.

“Fuck, baby,” he spoke gruffly before he held you in his arms and guided you down on the flowerbed. “Don’t know if I want to teach you how to soothe the ache, baby,” he confessed as he continued to let his tongue wet the fabric of your dress. “Want to be the only one who can make you feel like this, the only one you give yourself to,” he moaned, switching to the other nipple and massaging the other in his hand.

His moans were getting whinier as your hands found his long locks, his suckling becoming more fervent, his hips grinding into your soft thigh.

“I’ll teach you next time, sweet lamb,” he grunted, pushing your dress up to rest by your waist, your glistening bare cunt a stark contrast against the flowers that budded around your body. Rhett moaned again at the sight, letting his two fingers slowly glide between your slick lips, taking in the soft moans you let out for him.

“Fuck I need to taste you,” he moaned, letting his shoulders rest between your thighs, groaning at how easily you spread yourself out for him. “So good for me, such a good girl,” he hummed, and the words sent fire coursing through your veins as you leaned on your elbows to look down at him. At the stroke of his tongue against your heat, your head fell back, a loud cry ripping from your throat.

“Rhett, oh my god!” You gasped, feeling his tongue swirl around parts of yourself you didn’t know could feel that good. As his wet muscle circled your entrance, you keened softly, canting your hips instinctively to get more. More of him.

“Chasing my mouth now, hm, sweet lamb?” He hummed, chuckling darkly as he licked a broad stripe up your cunt “Want to ride my face, don’t you, filthy girl?” His eyes burned into yours and at his words you couldn’t help the obscene moan you let out. Your body was on fire, your thoughts were starting to turn hazy as Rhett’s tongue brought your first orgasm crashing over your body.

“Fuck, you look like an angel,” Rhett groaned as he took in the sight of your slick coating your inner thighs, your pussy glistening in the sunlight, chest heaving and breasts fully visible as the wet fabric clung to them - nipples hard at the chill of the wind.

A whimper left you as he did, his body not touching you momentarily to rid himself of his clothes. “Rhett” you whined, and instantly he was on you again, kissing you, your slick shining on his chin as you tasted your essence on him.

“I need you,” you gasped, feeling something hard and hot between your legs. Looking down you saw that Rhett’s cock was achingly hard, his thick head red and leaking. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything more beautiful. A pitiful mewl left you, your hand grasping at the hair at his neck to force his mouth down on yours again, as Rhett started guiding his cock between your lips, circling your clit before catching slightly on your hole and repeating the motion.

“You need me to take care of you, sweetheart?” Rhett’s voice was strained, filled with lust and need. You nodded weakly “Please, Rhett,” you gasped, the sensations he brought you wholly heavenly to you.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, caressing your cheek as you keened at his praise, his swollen head now sinking into your wet heat. “Oh” you gasped, whining at the stretch of his cock entering you.

“Doing so well, little lamb - taking my cock so well for me,” he soothed, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your lips as his forehead rested against yours. “It hurts… you’re so big,” you cried, and he was instantly soothing you with kisses, stilling with only half of his cock entered into you.

“Want me to stop, honey?” He murmured as he kissed at your neck. “No, please,” you murmured back, humming in pleasure as he dragged the front of your dress down to latch his lips onto your bare nipple, suckling and kissing at it, making you moan in pleasure as he pressed further into you.

“Rhett, Rhett-“ you babbled, soft cries leaving you as his hips finally became flush with yours. Tears were clinging on to your lashes, and Rhett softly soothed you, kissing at your cheeks and praising you.

“You’re so tight, feel so good wrapped around my cock… you were made to take me, baby, made just for me,” he moaned as he thrust slowly into you, the drag of his cock inside you enough to have your breath speeding up, wrapping your legs around Rhett’s hips to push him deeper.

You didn’t understand why Rhett let out the longest and loudest moan so far at that, but you wouldn’t complain. His skilled hands were soothing aches all over your body, one landing on your lower abdomen as his shallow thrusts made you feel like you were floating on the clouds.

Reaching for you, he pressed down where he could feel the head of his cock “you’re so full of me right now, darlin’” his voice was husky “can you feel me?” He continued and you could only nod as you mewled softly.

“I love being full of you,” you confessed, soft whines and whimpers leaving you as Rhett brought you closer and closer to heaven. “Want you in me always, never want you to leave” you mewled, gripping at his biceps as his pace picked up.

Rhett groaned at those words, soft curse words leaving his lips as he fucked into your wet core. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, sweetheart, have me drippin’ out of your cunt all day,” he grunted, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips as he hiked your thigh higher up on his hip. His name almost slipped past your lips in a needy moan again, but you almost felt like you wanted to call him more. Something forbidden.

“R-Rhett” his name still stuttered on your lips, and he was smirking down at you, as if he knew you were a bad girl with impure thoughts. Perhaps you’d always been bad. As his fingers toyed with a spot above where you were connected, you ascended to the heavens with the help of him. His name along with unknown phrases coming out in quick succession as you felt warmth fill you as Rhett’s hips stuttered and he cried out your name in a strangled gasp.

Still inside you, Rhett let his body come down on yours, resting his head between your exposed breasts, mouthing at them softly. His hands caressed your sides lovingly as he told you he was yours now. And you were his. You’d given yourself to him, and you didn’t mind. You never wanted to leave this meadow - never wanted Rhett to leave you.

As the sun warmed your bodies, and you’d placed countless kisses to his bare shoulders, Rhett helped you dress, smiling at his slick already painting your inner thighs. Pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, he asked you;

“Can you get away again tonight?”

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ettawritesnstudies · 3 months

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[Image ID: a graphic of a girl wearing a dark blue hoodie standing in front of a dark forest facing away from the camera. There are golden sun decals at the top corners and white fairy silhouettes around her. The text reads: Runaways, beta reading applications now open. End image ID]

Why you should read Runaways:

Genre: Middle Grade Fae Portal Fantasy

Length: 86K, 3rd person limited POV

Deadline: March 31st

Premise: When Cecelia goes missing on Halloween night, her older sister Hannah ventures into faerieland to bring her home. You can read more about this story on its WIP Page

Featuring: an autistic protagonist, a motley cast of side characters, changelings, sisterly bonds, fairytale worldbuilding, and asking what it means to be a hero

TWs: mentions of child abuse, kidnapping, rats, mind control, shapeshifting/mild body horror. I'd say it's about as scary as Coraline.

What I'm looking for: comments on the plot, characterization, worldbuilding, pacing, POV, and vibes of the story. Not focusing on grammar.

You get: an early look at the book and my undying gratitude

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cyn-write · 2 months

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The Little Cecelia - Chapter 1: Friends

Summary - Every 100 years, the spirit of the Great Seven and their Rival return. Sometimes, they attempt to right the wrongs of the past, get revenge, or relive the same story, but it all is the same - only one spirit gets their Happily Ever After. Azul has always had a fascination with the human world, which only intensified once he met a human girl, Grace Trien. His desires to become a Great Mage of both Land and Sea and to explore the human world and all its wonders with the Tweels and Grace by his side, but Prince Rielle is willing to do what ever it takes to stop the little Cecelia from getting his Happy Ending.

Masterlist - Next

Pairing - Azul Ashengrotto x F!Oc (Grace Trein)

Tags/Warnings - Friends to Lovers; Bullying; Grace is Trein's Daughter; Angst -> Fluff; Self-Deperication

Notes - I have been working on this for a very long time, and I hope you enjoy it! Grace Trein is based off my Oc Grace Wilde so if you want to learn more about her click the link, but you can replace her name when reading if you want to read it as Yuu or another name. This is only the first chapter of 11, so if you enjoy this and want to be tagged or have questions, please let me know! This is also on Ao3 if you want to follow it over there. Comments, likes, and Reblogs are appreciated!

Without Further Ado: Once Upon a Time.....

Every Merchild was told from a young age how dangerous the humans were. Parents, Teachers, Elders all told tales of the vicious humans who slaughtered merfolk by the dozens and the clever traps they would use to ensnare merfolk for prizes. Landfolk were all described as hideous creatures fascinated with lifeless contraptions. They were monsters… or so the stories said.

Despite the fear, some dared to have a fascination with the beings above. Azul has always had a fascination with the landfolk and their contraptions but stayed away from the shore out of fear. But sometimes, greater forces led people to face their fears. Forces named Rielle.

Azul was minding his own business, studying a new trinket he found that morning while the twins were off hunting for lunch. It was a triangle with a rounded bottom and a cone on the top that made things look closer when peered though. It had an engraving on the side of an odd creature with four legs and fins sprouting from its back. As he looked through the cone at some fish, he failed to notice the Merprince and his gang readying their rocks.

“HEY OCTOTWERP! CATCH!” Called the red-haired prince as he signaled the attack. Azul jumped from his spot and felt the first of the rocks hit is tentacles. He accidentally inked as he swam away as fast as his tentacles could propel him. “GET HIM!”

On the princes’ orders, the merchild brigade chased him away from the reef and towards forbidden waters.

“JADE! FLOYD! HELP!!” He called out, but the eel twins were nowhere in sight. He looked for another way out, but he was surrounded. He passed the ship graveyard, the kept forest, the rock grove. He could feel his tentacles strain to keep up the pace and all three of his hearts beating at record speed, but the tyrannical prince would not give in until he saw Azul crying and crippled.

“Come on Azul think.” He grunted as he weaved through jagged rocks. Then he saw the sea floor start to incline and a dangerous idea came to mind. Rumor has it that there is a cave that use to be the home of a long-dead exiled Sea Witch and all rumors had a grain of truth. As the rocks got bigger, he saw the carcasses of sharks and whales and knew he was getting close.

“Rielle! He’s heading towards the shore!” He heard Rielle’s right-hand, a flounder named Florence call out.

“Then hurry up you guppy! Don’t let fatso escape!” Rielle called back; his voice was getting closer.

Azul scanned his surroundings and saw it, a small opening underneath a whale head. He darted for the bones and heard the bullies change direction after him. In a last stitch effort to lose his pursuers, he took a deep breath, concentrated, and squeezed himself into the hole. It was a tight fit, but he made it. As he shimmied through, some of his tentacles loosened rocks that blocked the entrance, stopping his pursuers and trapping him in the process. The hole grew larger, and he let himself stop and hide.

He hid in the larger hole and listened.

“Florence! Get out of the way! I’ll blast my way in!” Rielle called.

Just as Azul prepared to face his death, he heard the distinct voices of his saviors “In where, Princie~”

“TWEEELS!” Florence shrieked in fear.

“We playing a game here?” Jade asked.

“Oooo~ I wanna play!” Floyd retorted and all Azul could hear was chaos.

“Your highness, we need to leave! This place is way too close for comfort.” Another of the prince’s posse, Sebet if Azul was correct, said. “Besides, they’re doomed anyway, let’s leave them for the fishermen. We can play with Azul later. He has to come back sometime.”

“Fine.” Rielle sounded annoyed then decided to shout, “YA HEAR THAT AZUL! SHOW YOUR FAT FACE IN ATLANTICA AGAIN AND WE’LL GETCHA! INKING WILL BE THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS!”

“YA! WELL NEXT TIME WE SEE YUR FACE OUTTA ALENTICA WELL BE SNACKING ON PRINCIE!” Floyd called back.

Azul heard the group laugh as they swam away.

“Azul, are you in there?” Jade called.

“Yeah, I think I’m stuck…” Azul called back, choking on his words from crying.

“Hold on Zul! We’ll get ya outa there!” Floyd called, “I think there’s another entrance over there!”

“Azul, we’ll be right back!” Jade said before the two swam away.

Azul waited a few minutes before letting himself take a deep breath. A few tears escaped his eyes as he realized his doom. He was stuck in a cave. He couldn’t get out. The twins would get bored of helping him soon enough. And if he went back home, the prince and his school were waiting for him.

‘Would mom look for me?’ He thought as more tears streamed from his blue eyes, ‘She probably thinks I’m dead anyway…she’ll just try again with dad and forget I ever existed.’

His tentacles curled in on themselves as he cried. No wonder the other fry picked on him, he was just a crybaby, that’s all he’ll ever be.

Then one of his tentacles hit something… a vial. He looked up from his spot as his tentacle picked up the object. It was thin, made of glass with a cork keeping some green stuff in it. Then another hit a different object, a rounder, thicker glass container holding a powdery substance. Ever curious, Azul moved forward and saw more vials. Somewhat intact and held different substances while others were broken and had the contents spewed around them. The deeper he went; he saw more things covered in moss with age. Then he entered a larger opening, what must be the main room. In the center was a caldron overturned and around it was different objects.

‘The stories were true… this is the witch’s layer!’ Azul’s mood quickly turned from despair to joy. “I can’t believe it! I’m in The Sea Witch’s layer!”

For once he was thankful for his tentacles as he explored the cavern. He looked into different rooms and saw bedrooms, a kitchen, storerooms and the most wonderful library! In the library there where rows upon rows of spell books. He took some off and skimmed the contents. There where books for beauty potions, translations spells, identification incantations, and even transmutation! He was pulling different books then found a peculiar one titled “Cecelia: A History.” Out of curiosity he pulled it, and the shelf began to move.

A new, hidden tunnel appeared. It was dark and lead straight up, so being the curious creature he is, he went up. His amazement pushed his caution to the side as he began to think about what could be up there: magical artifacts, forbidden spell books, long dead secrets! But instead, it led to the surface. He saw the end of the water and paused. He had never broken to the surface before… but what could be up there? He was already here, might as well take a peek.

He took a deep breath and slowly lifted his head above the water. What he saw amazed him: another living space. It was almost exactly like the one below with a cauldron in the center and a smaller set of shelves behind it filled with things. To the side was a makeshift kitchen, a bedroom, and a sitting room with furniture made from the brown, rough material sunken ships were made of. After determining that the land was also deserted, he rose higher and got the courage to climb onto the land. His tentacles moved on the dry land pretty easily and adjusted to the sudden pressure quickly. After determining it was safe, he let his curiosity take over. He rushed over to the shelves and looked at the different books and objects. He picked them up and read the different titles, some were spell books, but others were books on human society. He made a mental note to read them later after he explored some more. Then he saw a necklace. A beautiful shell necklace that seemed to glow slightly. As his hand brushed the shell, then he heard a noise.

Crying, someone was crying. He darted back to the water out of fear and hid under the waves. ‘Someone’s here… I thought this place was aban- wait… that sounds like its coming from over there…’ He swam towards a second entrance to this place. It was vertical and there was a light coming from the other side. He went through the tunnel and saw the sand make a sharp incline up. ‘The Shore!’

The crying got louder and through the water he saw a small figure. ‘Leave! GO! This is Dangerous!’ part of him screamed in his brain, but the other part recognized that crying. It was a cry of loneliness. He clenched his fist and took another deep breath “Kept it.” He told himself then rose to peer out of the water. He peaked his eyes out of the water but that was all he needed to see the most beautiful being he has ever seen: A human girl.

She looked to be around his age, skin the color of white sand, golden hair like waves fell over her shoulders and hid her face. She had on a cloth thing in a pink color more vibrate than he had ever seen with a matching ribbon in her hair. He could see her legs, thin things that had the oddest fins attached to them with thinner tentacles on the end of them. Her legs were pulled into her chest with her arms keeping them close. He had been in that position many times before. Her sobs echoed in the cavern and made his heart hurt. Next to her was a brown basket made of the same particular material that the furniture was made of. Inside it were books and cloth wrapped objects.

He watched her for a moment and a part of him wanted to swim closer. Subconsciously, a single tentacle stretches close to the girl, and it wasn’t until he saw the black limb creeping up to her legs that he noticed. He wrenched the tentacle back and it caused a splash.

“Who’s there!” The girl looked up quicker than he could sink down. Their eyes locked in that moment, and he was stunned. Vibrant green orbs starred back at him. Filled a familiar sensation that he knew all too well: loneliness.

He has no clue how long they stayed like that. Staring at each other unsure what to do. She was the one to break the silence. “Woah… you’re a.. A mermaid!”

She moved closer and Azul sunk down into the depths, his rational brain telling him to flee.

“Wait! I-I won’t hurt you! Please don’t go!” He heard her call. He saw her legs running towards him in the water and he backed-up terrified. He was about to run, but what she said next would be the words that changed Azul’s life forever: “Please… I-I just want a friend…”

‘Run… Run…’ He thought, then his pesky hearts got in the way, ‘She’s just like me…I’m already dead anyway.’

He turned around and saw her lower half in the water. The fabric moving with the waves and pale legs firmly planted in the sand. He closed his eyes and slowly rose above the water. Her eyes shined and looked over him not in fear and disgust, but amazement and wonder.

“H-hi…” She said and smiled at him. She smiled at him. Then held out her hand, “I’m Grace…Grace Trein, what’s your name?”

She looked so soft and squishy. He reached out his hand tentatively, but his nerves got the best of him and backed away. She could see his hesitation and lifted both of her hands palms out, “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise, see.” She wiggled her fingers and smiled. He was still nervous and didn’t move towards her but did speak up.

“a-azul” he said in a quiet voice.

“Azul? That’s a pretty name!” He could feel her eyes studying him and prepared himself for the hurtful comments on his weight. But she instead pointed to something in the water, “Is that a Sexton!”

He looked down and saw he still had the weird contraption that got him in this mess. He lifted it and repeated the name, “Sex-ton?”

“Yeah! Sailors use it to navigate!” She stepped closer and he moved back. She noticed this and stepped back as well, “May I see it?” She stretched her hand out palm up. He saw a silver bracelet on her arm that caught his eye. She saw this and took it off, “Wanna trade for a bit? I promise i’ll give it back!”

Curiosity won and two black tentacles moved towards her hand, and one held the sexton. He quickly took the silver bracelet and dropped the sexton into her hand before she could comment. He took the bracelet from his tentacle and examined the silver base and blue jewels embedded in it.

“Wow! You’re an Oct-mer!” She said, “That is so cool!”

He was not prepared for the comment and a blue blush crept onto his face. He was shocked to say the least, “Cecelia…”

“huh?” Grace tilted her head and repeated the word, “Cecelia… is that the proper name?”

Azul nodded and kept his head down. “Yeah…”

“Cecelia… That is really pretty, I like it!” Her face glowed as she spoke, all happy and joyful. It was completely different from the face she had when he arrived. She looked at the sexton and moved it around in her hands, then lifted it up and looked through it. The curiosity in her eyes made Azul want to ask her questions like ‘where is she from? Why was she in the cave? How did she find it? Why are you being nice to me? What do you want from me? Are you just being nice to my face or to lure me into a trap?’ but he kept his mouth shut and went back to examining the bracelet. It was very beautiful and simple in design, but even more interesting was the writing on the underside of the bracelet: Grace – Our precious pearl Love Mama and Papa. He ran his hand along the writing and felt the indents swirl with the letters.

Grace broke his concentration, “I was just reading about this!” He looked up and saw her walk to the shore with his trinket.

“h-hey! That’s m-mine!” He swam forward a bit as he feared she would run off with the sexton!

Grace quickly turned around and subdued his nerves “I won’t take it, I’m just grabbing my book!” She took out a green book from her basket and sat on the shore, “come here! I wanna show you something!”

“u-um…” Azul bit his lower lip before gathering his courage. This was going against every bone in his body, but he swam to the shore, “Ok.” The dry sand felt weird on his skin, but he made it over and peered at the book.

On the page was a four-legged creature with wings, the same creature that was on the sexton. “It’s called a Pegasus! They are magical creatures from when the great seven lived.” She said and tilted the book as if telling him to take it. He took it gingerly and felt his hand brush against hers as it transferred. His curiosity took over and he started to read the passage next to the picture. “According to the book, The Hero Hercules had a Pegasus who helped him on his adventures. I was reading about it for lessons today!” She was really close to him, and he could feel her clothes brush against his skin as she held up the Saxton. “Papa says that the Gods rearranged the stars so Hercules and his Pegasus’ could watch over humanity for the rest of time.”

“Stars?” Azul asked and turned his head to look at her, only then realizing that their heads were so close. Their noses almost touched, and she looked into his eyes directly.

“Yeah! The bright dots in the sky at night!” She says and points out to the opening of the cave, then her expression changed to one of confusion and realization, “You have never seen the stars. Have you?”

Azul shook his head and held his breath. ‘She is so close to me. Why is she so close to me. Whyisshesocloseto-’

GRRRRR.

Azul’s train of thought were interrupted by his stomach. His round belly grumbled so loudly that it echoed in the cave and Azul felt his heart sank. He froze in embarrassment. He was making progress with the girl and his stomach is going to ruin every-

“Are you hungry? I have sandwiches!” Grace turned to her basket and pulled out the cloth wrapped thing. She removed the cloth and handed him a dry sandwich. It looked like the sandwiches his mom sold at her restaurant, but instead of kelp it had a sponge, beige looking holding the contents together. He looked at her in surprise and pointed to himself.

“Y-you’re giving it to me?” He said surprised.

“Well yeah,” She took out half of the sandwich, “I have other snacks to if you don’t like sandwiches, Mrs. Hellen aways packs extra so I have chips, apples, juice, and some cookies!” She held out more food and he just looked at her in shock.

“You’re not going to make fun of me?” He asks quietly. This question made her smile fall and eyebrows knit together.

“Why would I do that?” She said, she shoulders slumped a bit and she looked down, “Being made fun of hurts more than being pushed downstairs, I don’t wanna do that to anyone.”

The glint came back. The watery gaze, strained voice, tense body, the pain… it is all too familiar to Azul. “People do that to you too?” Azul asked.

“Worse, brothers.” Grace said, “Anthony and Danny always make fun of me. They say I talk too much, or ask too many questions, or am too ugly to be a girl, or make fun of me for not having magic, or worse…” Tears started to form in her eyes. She hugged herself with the food still in her hand, “Ever since we moved here, its gotten worse. Mama and Papa use to step in and tell them to stop, but Mama isn’t here anymore, Papa is always working, and the servants don’t do anything… probably because they agree with them. Eli tries to step in, but he is too little to understand.” She then shakes her head and wipes her eyes away with her forearm, “I’m sorry, I’m talking too much, its not proper for a lady to talk so much-”

“Nonono! Me too!” Azul gestures to himself, “I mean- I like hearing you talk! People back home bullied me all the time! They say I talk to much a-and call me a nerd too! B-but they also call me fat and ugly, w-which is true for me but not in your case you're really pretty-but anyway! I get it! Bullies hurt…” Azul fidgeted his fingers and tentacles as he spoke and looked down at the ground, scared to look into her eyes.

There was a tense silence for a moment and Azul thought he blew it with his new potential friend, “…you think I’m pretty?” He looked up and her face was red, she was blushing so hard and looked at him in surprise.

“Y-yeah… you are…” He was really nervous as they were still close.

Grace loosened her grip on herself and the poor sandwiches and a small smile graced her lips, “Well… I think your pretty cute,” She looked up and him and their eyes met yet again. “And, I have never seen a mermaid in real life before, but after talking to you, I think Cecelia are cooler than regular mermaids.” She held out half of the sandwich and her smile changed from small to big in a genuine manner. And a weird thing happened, her smiling made Azul want to smile. The only people who have ever made Azul smile just by them smiling were the tweels. He feels a weird draw towards her, like a string pulling them together. It was a similar tug he felt with the tweels, but something about it was different.

Grace handed Azul half of the sandwich and he took it. But before taking a bite, she raised her half. “Friends?”

Azul felt his hearts beat faster. He was in shock; ‘Sh-she wants to be friends with m-me? Th-this never happens! I have a Friend! A new human friend! That means I have THREE friends!!’ “Friends!”

“Friends?” “FRIENDS!!” Two teal heads suddenly leaped out of the water.

In the shallows of the cave water were Jade and Floyd in matching sharp tooth grins.

Azul felt panic rise in his chest as the two swam closer and crawl onto the sand. Grace jumped with half a sandwich hanging out of her mouth. “moareyou?” She said with her mouth full.

Azul’s arms and tentacles were moving frantically, “nononono, please don’t freak out, they are my friends,” Grace took the sandwich out of her mouth and relaxed her shoulders a bit. “T-this is Jade and Floyd, they a-are my friends, and I guess your friends now too since you’re my friend, i-if that’s how this thing works right?” As he spoke his tentacles moved to exclaim his point.

Grace looked back and forth between Azul and the twin’s and her apprehension turned to a smile, “I-I have three friends, I HAVE THREE FRIENDS!” She was as excited as Floyd was. Her hair and bow bounced as she jumped. Her eyes sparkled and she tackled Azul in a hug. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! YOU’RE THE BEST!!!!”

Azul stood there stunned. Her arms around him and she was thanking him for friends. She moved on to hug the twins, but all Azul could think about was her arms around him and her eyes glowing in excitement.

“YAY!” Grace tackle-hugged Floyd and the two fell in the water. Jade chuckled at the sight and beached himself on the shore.

“Seems like you helped yourself Azul,” Jade commented and plucked some of the treats out of Grace’s basket, “You even found food.”

“Seems so,” Azul replied as Grace and Floyd got out of the water.

Grace squeezed the water out of her dress and hair, Azul couldn’t take his eyes off her and it made Jade’s smile grow sharp, “A human girl… interesting,” He hummed.

Azul turned to Jade and quirked his brow, “What do you mean by that?”

Jade shook his head as Grace came over to hug him, “Nothing, just interesting.”

Azul would not understand what Jade noted until years later. On that summer’s day, Azul’s life changed. He found an abandoned grotto he now called home, he started to seriously study magic alongside the tweels using the books and artifacts now at their disposal, and met Grace Trein, a girl who would help him conquer both land and sea.

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Putting It All Together (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Rhett sighed in frustration as he tried to fit the little rails together. It would have been a hell of alot easier if he and Royal could've just built it in the woodshed, sparing them from an unholy headache.

"You need some help?" you chirped.

"I need a drink," Rhett chuckled.

You laughed too, wondering if today had been the right day to put the crib together. Your boys were only three months away from being born but already you could see the changes that were happening around the ranch. The leaves had begun to fall while you and Rhett had found need to switch out the summer sheets and quilts even though August was nearing its end. It wouldn't be long before Amy started preschool at the outdoor-forest school where you taught and Hannah wouldn't be too far behind her.

The heavy clunking of boots coming up the stairs and the gravely groan that followed, signaled the arrival of your father-in-law. "Jeebus fuck," he remarked. "You two still workin on that thing?"

"It wasn't even our idea Dad," Rhett answered.

Royal thought for a moment. "Gimme one minute," he said.

You and Rhett each gave each other a look, wondering what hair-brained scheme your father-in-law was plotting at that very moment. You and Rhett both kept working at trying to put the crib together for at least another hour until Royal and Cecelia were heard coming back down from the attic.

"Hey," Royal said, poking his head in the door. "C'mere."

Rhett helped you up first, taking care to make sure you took things slow and didn't hurt yourself. Out into the hall and down the stairs you went, into the living room where you were greeted by the sight of your mother-in-law and your girls.

"SURPRISE!!!!!" Amy and Hannah both shouted.

You and Rhett were astonished to find that Royal and Cecelia had brought down an older looking crib that had been made from old, knotty pine logs but still smelled of the fresh cut wood from which it had been made.

"Oh my God, Roy where did you find this?!" you asked excitedly.

"Kept it up in the attic for years," Royal answered. "It was Rhett's when he was a baby. I gave away the one we used for Perry to the church. My dad helped me build this one."

One look at Rhett's face and you thought he would cry. It was things like these that had mean the world to him, especially coming from his father.

"Dad thank you," Rhett croaked.

"Don't think anything of it son," Royal told him, drawing him into a tight hug. "You and (y/n) have done so much to take care of Amy. It's time some of us started paying it forward."

Royal and Rhett hauled the heavy crib up to Rhett's room, carefully placing it at the foot of the bed. It was hard to believe that thirty some odd years ago, it held a tiny little baby that had grown into your husband and would soon hold your two little boys.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #outer range

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french-unknown · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟕𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 (𝟒) | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: As a Victor from District 11, (Y/N) was close to the Victor of District 4 but the 75th Hunger Games turned everything upside down.

warning: death mentions

word count: 2.5k

author's note: Hi! English isn't my native language and, even if I can read English text, I have practically never written in this language. So you will be my English practice lesson! Be indulgent, thanks ~

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(F/L) : first letter of your name

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

As soon as the first cannon ball was shot, all the tributes immediately jumped into the water to join the walkways next to them, which led them to the Cornucopia or the ground.

(Y/N) saw Haymitch on the other side of the room, as focused as she was on the screen.

Their plan was the next one: Haymitch will take care of his protégés from the 12 and all the allies who can go with them, and (Y/N) will help the other ones who succeeded in making a team until they meet the band with the both youngests. She got told they were Districts 3, 4, 7, 8, and 11.

The race of the firsts on the walkways began.

On one side, she noticed Chaff running away in the jungle whereas Woof, the old male tribute from District 8, got drowned close to his pedestal. Cecelia, the woman from 8 who she has only seen a few times these last few years, was killed by Enobaria.

Then she watched Katniss arrive among the firsts at the Cornucopia and shoot an arrow at Gloss before coming face-to-face with Finnick. She felt the tension climbing. But they seemed to agree since, accompanied by Peeta and Mags, the quatuor sank into the forest together.

Unfortunately, she also got a view of an unarmed Seeder facing a Cachemire equipped with a knife. Knowing what was going to happen, she looked away.

Districts 3, 6, and 7’s duo also went at the same time to the central point of the arena before going back safe in two groups: 3, 7 on one hand, and 6 on the other. However, the male morphling was slaughtered by one of the careers before he could even touch the sand. Everyone else came into the vegetation.

The only group that wasn’t with the pseudo-couple from District 12 was Johanna & Co. They were the ones she had to take care of.

Since every tribute was starting their game and wasn’t likely to die in the near future, she knew she couldn't do anything for the moment.

So she decided to begin working on the sponsorship.

She perceived several little groups of sponsors all over the room who had already helped her with her tributes the previous years. She stood up, made her dress pretty, and went toward them with her most beautiful smile.

She stayed there all day to discuss with every sponsor she met. She laughed with them and flattered them during their conversations. She informed herself on their families, jobs, etc. She asked them some news about their children since last year. They took a few drinks together while talking about cinema then, when dinner time came, they ate at the back of the room while chatting about sports or the arts.

She only got some sweating once, a few hours after the beginning of the games when she got a view of a Haymitch suddenly turning pale several seats from where she was. She managed to move her interlocutor, who was doing a monologue about his pet turtle, around until he got his back facing the screen. At this moment, she could watch the Games at her discretion.

And we can say she was surprised when she saw, on the giant screen, Peeta lying on the ground with Finninck on top of him, kissing him.

She bugged.

Thanksfully, or not, she understood the situation when she witnessed the District 4 tribute straighten to make a cardiac massage. Seconds later, when the younger guy got his breath back and had his friend between his arms, she felt relieved. So she went back into her boring conversation about pet turtle's nutrition.

But this tiring day was useful when the night came and none of her protégés had already found water in the jungle.

With an embarrassed voice, she declared at the end of dinner how much she would be happy if they could make some donations so she could help her friends. They all looked cheerful at the idea of supporting the girl with whom they had had fun all day, so they all gave at least a little bit of money.

Then she searched for Haymitch’s group camp position on the map and went to the sponsorship room with her new finds.

She hesitated to send a spile to the group she was in charge of, but she came around. She didn’t even know if they would recognize the object, considering Districts 3 and 7 had never been reputed for their survival capabilities. Instead, she gave them four big fresh water bottles with a message: "They’re in the jungle at northeast - (F/L)".

And, while the parachute flew away to the arena, she spent the rest of the money on a spile she sent in secret to Chaff with the same message.

When she went back to the projection room, there wasn't practically anyone aside from the most obsessed of the viewers. She wouldn’t find any sponsors tonight, so she returned to her bedroom and prepared herself to go to sleep. She turned on her television to program the Games and, despite the tears rolling down her cheeks because of Seeder’s death, she fell asleep.

She woke up early the day after and immediately looked for what happened this night on the Hunger Games information site.

Among other things, she learned about Blight’s and the female morphling’s deaths. Even if she was already sad, she was even more so the moment she saw Mags’s name on this list. She clicked on the link and was redirected to a rebroadcast showing the kind lady kissing Finninck before entering a threatening fog. She felt her heart break as soon as she noticed the light flickered into the blond guy’s eyes and his screams of his former mentor’s name.

She was interrupted by knocks on her door. On her doorstep, she read Haymitch’s note to meet them at the place they encountered Plutarch a few days ago.

She found both men there.

They exposed her to their problem: Beetee had a plan but he didn’t have the necessary material. He needed a coil of the wire he had created, but the only way to provide it to them without arousing suspicions was through sponsors. But it was really expensive, even for several middle sponsors.

"A solution," began Plutarch, "could be to go toward people we already know have enough money to afford exorbitant fancies."

A silence filled the room.

"Excuse me?" asked the (H/C) girl.

"This costs a lot of money, especially if it's a gift for a second day in the arena," continued the man, "so we need someone who can spend that much for their pleasure."

"Stop beating about the bush," declared Haymitch, "go clearly to the point."

"Julius is a very important man, he’s rich, and he throws extravagant expenses into... expensive hobbies." he said while directly looking at the girl from District 11.

"Too dangerous." refused the mentor from District 12, shaking his head.

"We don’t have many choices," responded the Head Gamemaker, "we need this for Beetee as soon as possible. It‘s a life-and-death issue for our allies in the arena."

Haymitch nervously eyed (Y/N).

"Alright," she accepted with her only wish to get Finnick and Johanna out of there as quickly as possible, "but I had never perceived him in the projection room during previous Games."

"I can convince him to pass his day there," Plutarch said, boosted, under the concerned look of the man from District 12. "It’s 8 a.m., I can bring him in 30 minutes."

The girl simply nodded.

"Perfect," finished the man, clapping his hands. "If you succeed, all our friends should be able to get out by this night. Good luck!"

And he left, leaving behind both districts residents.

"Don’t put yourself in danger." claimed Haymitch before quitting, "we can still find another plan."

Back in her bedroom, she made an emergency call to Lucretia so she could provide makeup and a very specific dress. The (H/C)-haired girl just wanted this to end: the interaction she will have with Julius, the 3rd Quarter Quell, the Hunger Games in general, and the domination of districts.

She only wished to peacefully live her life with her family and friends.

Her stylist seemed to be worried about her.

"Are you okay?" She wondered while showing the pale and transparent dress with a cut that didn’t leave much to the imagination. "You hadn’t wanted to wear this kind of dress since your own Hunger Games."

"Yeah," she responded, absent-minded. "It’s just a gift from a sponsor I want to please."

She arrived where they were showing the Games before 9 a.m.

She immediately noticed Julius, who was calmly resting alone with a drink in his hand in a corner of the room. She joined him and, after he agreed, sat with him in purposeful discussion.

Despite the deep disgust this man inspired in her, she stayed with him in the hope that it could make a difference for her friends. She didn't doubt that they should be impatiently waiting in the arena to be rescued alive. And she would hate herself for the rest of her life if they came to die in there because she couldn’t do what she had to do. So she kept smiling, but not without maintaining distance between them.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Haymitch enter. He freezed when he looked in their direction before innocently installing himself a few places away from them. Too far away to hear what they were saying but still close enough to intervene if there was a problem.

With the District 12 mentor’s presence, it made her more comfortable.

At noon, she seemed to be almost reaching her goal, but she was suddenly blocked.

"Mmm, I don’t know," declared the man who yet looked to agree with her in these last hours. "It’s a lot of money for a beautiful thing like you."

After this long chat, her nerves were getting raw. She just wanted to end this.

"You don’t trust me, Julius? She demanded while placing her hand on his knee. As she leaned, the cleavage of her dress stooped more, and the man didn’t miss it. "After all those years?"

"Trusting isn’t the problem, doll," he smirked, "but why do you clutter up your pretty head with this kind of thoughts?"

"They’re my friends." she declared with the innocentest look she could make.

"And until where can you go to help your friends?"

"Until where President Snow let me, unfortunatelly," she responded with an expression she hoped was contrite. Even if she had to suppress a heave. "But I heard you really loved it the last time Beetee made his magic trick."

"That’s true," he expressed with a suddenly dreaming gaze, "this guy is talented, there are no doubts. He took them all by surprise and turned them into grilled chickens."

At the same time, screams resonated in the room.

The duo turned their eyes away to get a view of the giant screen. There was the career group attacking the newly formed one from Districts 3, 4, 7, and 12 at the Cornucopia. Wiress’s body was lying on the ground as a puppet.

Since when have they gathered?

She didn’t see the time fly. So she used the fascinated gaze in Julius’s eyes to set her play.

"Do you imagine if Beetee had that wire?" She whispered in his ear. "All this water with the sand wetted by the waves, he will touch a lot of people. You’re right : he was really talented years ago. What would it be now if he gots more experience and adapted material."

Without even blinking, Julius got out an accessory from his pocket and quickly clicked on it before showing her. It seemed he gave her more money than was necessary. She thanked him and moved off to the other side of the room to search for the reference to Beetee’s wire. Then she realized she had way more than enough money to buy the longest of them all.

Happy to herself and to be finally done, she stood up when she heard new loud shoutings.

She watched Katniss run into the jungle, screaming her younger sister’s name. This one still wasn’t on the screen, but her shouting was horrible. However, the District 12 tribute shot an arrow at a bird flying around her, and the child's screaming surprisingly stopped at the same time the animal fell down.

Jabberjays.

Finnick showed up to inquire how she was.

But the District 11 girl unexpectedly heard her own paniqued voice imploring for help through the speakers.

"Finnick! No! It’s not her." Katniss tried to catch him.

He still ran deeper into the vegetation, looking for the voice.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" he yelled as a madman, confirming what she thought she had heard.

"Finnick! It’s not her." The dark-haired girl kept going. "It’s just a jabberjay. It’s not her."

"Well, how do you think they got that sound?" he responded, desperate. Jabberjays copy."

Both of them started to run away under the bird’s shouts.

From her side, (Y/N) could feel the weight of all the eyes directed toward her. Whispers began to spread while, on the screen, her voice was the only one torturing the male tribute from District 4.

Haymitch went behind her and moved her aside.

"You should maybe go." he murmured.

She nodded then, as if she were in slow motion, and went out of there to go to the sponsorship room. She automatically prepared the package for Beetee before she mechanically closed it and sent it with a message: "I’m fine, take care of you - (F/L)".

Back into her bedroom, she installed herself on her blankets and took in her arms the pillow Finnick had slept on the night before the beginning of the Games. She pressed her nose against it but couldn’t smell his scent. She still retained the pillow and switched on the television to keep watching the 3rd Quarter Quell.

She noticed the empty and exhausted look in Finnick’s eyes when the hour was done, and when they went on the beach, she contemplated him sitting in the water to think. The single act that lifted her, more than the happy faces at the moment they perceived the gift, was the relieved sigh of the blond guy at the moment he read the message. And when he discretely hidden it in his combination to keep it close.

She continued to sluggishly view the competition.

Once they separated to execute their plan and she still didn’t have any news from Haymitch or Plutarch, she decided to go looking for them. She didn’t find them in the projection room, or in the sponsorship room, or even in the dorms since no one answered when she knocked.

She went back into her empty apartment and waited for them to come searching for her.

Sadly, when she opened her door later, it was to face a troop of Peacekeepers.

#hunger games #imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair imagine

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evergreenabyss · 2 years

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As Good As It Gets

Pairing: Pantalone x Gender Neutral Reader, Aether x Reader if you squint

Warnings: none. I will write smut tho so minor's DNI

Content: Fluff

Words: 2.5k

Synopsis: You've heard the gossip about the traveler in Snezhnaya for years. When he appears in your greenhouse, you're excited to speak to him and his floating companion.

A/N: listened to As Good As It Gets by Abigail Barlow & Ariza + The Apartment We Won't Share by NIKI. A bit of a test since I've never written for Genshin before and we know almost nothing about Pantalone lol. Watch the characterization age like milk.

You sat reclining on a settee with a book and a cup of tea in your greenhouse when you heard the sound of the door swinging open to reveal a blonde-haired traveler and his floating companion.

Your fiance had really outdone himself when he gifted you this lovely greenhouse for your birthday a few years ago. It had come with plants from all over Teyvat, from Sumeru Roses to Cecelias from Mondstadt. In the center of the room, past a small forest of various green plants, a pool of lotuses had been built in the middle. There was nothing you enjoyed more than taking a walk through here with your hand around your fiance's arm as the two of you chatted about your day.

Though, he never talked much about his day, preferring to hear about yours. Anytime you told him about the hardships of taking care of your plants, he suggested letting the gardener do the work. You always refused. You loved your plants like they were your own children and you could not neglect them. He didn’t understand why you would do the work yourself when he could pay someone else to do it but he saw it brought you joy so he didn’t press too much.

Which brings you to today. You’d finished caring for your plants early so you’d sat down to relax with a warm cup of that tea you liked from Liyue and a new light novel from Inazuma when two strangers burst into your sanctuary.

You would have been afraid by the panicked look on their faces but you always had guards in here patrolling and your fiancé gifted you a dagger for emergencies as well. While these strangers were dressed weird, they didn’t look like they wanted to hurt you.

Setting the book down, you asked, “Are you alright?��

The blonde strangers let out heavy pants like he’d been running. Snezhnaya was having another dreadful snowstorm that lasted weeks so you were unsure why this person would be running around outside, let alone be wearing a crop top.

“Sorry for disturbing you but would you mind helping us hide?” The blonde stranger asked with pleading, apologetic eyes.

In response, your eyes narrowed to study him. “Who’s after you? Why?”

“Paimon thinks we should hide somewhere else. The fatui weren’t that far from here.”

“We’re not criminals I promise.” The blonde boy smiled, putting a hand on his heart.

This was the most excitement you’d experienced in months. Everyone in Snezhnaya usually stayed inside to avoid the snowstorms. It was much different from the warm breezy days of Liyue where you came from. You had to know more about these two strangers. “Alright, get behind those plants over there. If they come in here, I'll get rid of them.” You pointed to the tall green leafy plants deeper in your greenhouse. Your guards would walk past it but you doubted they’d spot anything in there.

The blonde stranger nodded, doing as you commanded, with his floating companion following him. You opened your book again and took a sip of your warm tea. Not much later, a fatui agent walked into the room. You put your book down to see what he had to say.

“I apologize for the interruption.” You smiled at him and gave him an encouraging nod to continue. “We’re looking for a blonde haired traveler wearing strange clothes with a floating companion. Have you seen them? They were spotted in the gardens.”

“If I may ask, what has this traveler done?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you, my liege. It’s confidential.”

So, this must be harbinger business. Interesting. “No, I'm afraid I haven’t seen anyone fitting that description. Are these people dangerous?”

“Yes. If you do see them, be sure to report the information to the Regrator or one of us.” You slowly nodded, your eyes slightly widened at his words and with that the agent left the way he came.

Per your fiance’s request you always kept the blue jeweled dagger he gifted you strapped to your thigh. You’d never needed it before and those strangers didn’t look dangerous. Maybe you should alert one of the fatui agents…

And yet, you’d heard so many things about the mysterious traveler journeying across Teyvat. This was the same traveler who had stopped storm terror from destroying Mondstadt without killing the creature. He’d also changed the opinion of the electro archon during the vision hunt decree. This traveler had accomplished so many feats. You’d never had the opportunity to talk to someone so unique.

Against your better judgment, you went towards the plants where you directed the mysterious traveler to hide. You spoke in a soft tone so as to not alert the nearby guards and said, “You can come out now.”

The blonde traveler shimmied away from the plants with their floating companion following behind him. He thanked you for your help while his floating companion whispered something in his ear. You heard the word fatui but not much else.

“I assume you should probably be on your way soon but I don’t suppose I could trouble you to stay for some tea before you go.”

His companion started to look nervous as she shook her head, “No, that’s okay. We need to, uh, go do that thing, right, traveler?”

You frowned. Even to a traveler, your relationship with the fatui continues to isolate you. “Oh, I understand. I’d leave through the well in the gardens. It’ll take you unseen through the waterway, in case they’re still after you.”

The traveler’s face grew perplexed, “There’s just one thing I don’t understand. If you’re with the fatui, why’d you help us?”

“I’m not a member of the fatui.”

“Then, why are there fatui agents all over? And I swear I saw that symbol.” He trailed off, his eyes scanning the greenhouse.

It was true there were many fatui agents scattered over the estate. At first, it made you anxious to be surrounded by so many members of the fatui but your fiance insisted. Harbingers had many enemies and he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if something happened to you when he could prevent it. They didn’t ever bother you though. In fact, you’d been visited by the other harbingers more than the nearby fatui agents spoke to you.

Near doors and large windows, the Fatui and Regrator’s symbols were hung on the walls throughout the estate. It was to warn anyone who broke in they were in the domain of a harbinger and they would not be treated with mercy. It also served to remind you that you’d be protected every time he journeyed to Liyue for a business trip. In the foyer, the Regrator’s symbol decorated the wall in the form of a large emblem, next to two royal blue banners with the symbol of the fatui. You must admit it did move you how much he desired to protect you, but it was a bit off putting to guests.

“Yes,” You swallowed, “that would be because of my fiance. He, um, is a harbinger.”

“A Harbinger!” His traveling companion shouted, with eyes blown wide.

“And you still helped us?”

“It looked like you needed help. Though, I must confess I was curious to find out about the traveler the many tales nations have stories about. Snezhnaya rarely gets such interesting visitors.”

The traveler was silent for a moment as he pondered staying or heading out. With a smile, he looked back up at you and said, “Okay, we’ll stay-”

“What?!?” His companion shouted but he ignored her.

“As long as we’re gone before your fiance comes home, it should be okay.”

You nodded at his statement and gestured for them to take a seat while you asked one of the servants to bring you some more tea and snacks. You learned the mysterious traveler was named Aether and their pouting companion was Paimon. In the many tales, the locals gossiped about you’d never heard their names but they sure did act like the stories suggested. Paimon floated with a pout until the food was set on the table, a few dishes from each nation. In no time at all, she dug into the snacks while you continued to speak with Aether.

He told you he was looking for information about his sister as he journeyed across the nations, foiling the plans of an organization with nefarious goals. It didn’t take a genius to know he was referring to the Fatui.

Your fiance didn’t share much about the organization he worked for. You knew he was involved in many business ventures and he liked to share his theories with you but he didn’t get into the specifics. On many occasions, people seemed unnerved around. However, he’d only ever been sweet to you. Despite your protests, he bathed you in his riches, gifting you anything from small trinkets to establishments you enjoyed. And though he was a harbinger in charge of the nation's wealth, he always made time to kiss you each morning and night, asking about your day. The only times you’d ever seen him drop that pleasant smile of his was when Il Dottore visited the estate. You didn’t have to ask to know he didn’t want you involved in his harbinger activities.

“I’m sorry,” You replied, with a frown, “I haven’t heard anything about a blonde girl wearing strange clothing. I’ve only heard gossip about you.”

Aether rubbed the back of his neck and set down the empty tea cup, with a small smile, “That’s okay.”

Your gaze moved to a clock that hung in the greenhouse to see a few hours had passed. Though your fiance typically worked later, his subordinates would likely tell him the traveler had been near the estate. He’d be back soon.

You bowed your head to the traveler, standing, “Thank you for your company, Aether. I hope the archons put me in your path again someday. It’s time I keep my promise. Come,” You gestured to the door leading to the gardens.

You grabbed two winter coats, putting on the more expensive one, and headed outside to the well. You’d briefly looked around to check for guard, relieved to see none close by. The traveler and his companion stood there, looking up at you wondering how they should get down there. “Climb the rope to get down there but be careful. The water’s probably all frozen.”

“Thanks.” Aether grabbed hold of the rope. He stepped on top of the stone, ready to begin when you stopped him with a light hand on his arm.

“Wait, take this cloak. It’s awfully cold on account of the snowstorm. Plus, it might help you blend in.”

The traveler paused, moved by your generosity, “Are you sure? What if your husband finds it missing?”

“He buys so many I doubt he’ll notice.” You chuckled, “It would also make me feel better knowing you have something to keep you warm. I probably shouldn’t say this since my fiance is technically after you but I hope you find your sister. Good luck, Aether.”

It was his turn to let out a chuckle as he began climbing down the well. You bent over the well to watch him climb down and walk deeper into the water well. Once he was gone, you shivered from the sheer cold of one of the many months long snowstorms this country unfortunately had.

You entered the manor through the double doors and shrugged off the coat, handing it to one of the servants. Walking past the dining room, you noticed two plates had been set on the table. If your fiance wasn’t already back, he apparently would be for dinner. Before sitting down, you went to the bathroom to freshen up, drying your hair from the melted snow. Seeing no food set at the table, you elected to warm up by the fire.

Slowly, your body started to warm up, especially when a pair of arms wrapped around your middle. He was wearing that perfume again, your favorite. Cedarwood, Cypress, and Nutmeg with an undertone of Patchouli. A smile broke out across your face as he left a kiss on your cheek, trailing his lips down your neck as his hands intertwined with yours continuing to linger across your torso. Tilting your head to rest on his left shoulder, you let out a content sigh, mumbling, “You’re feeling uncharacteristically affectionate today.”

“If you feel that way, I must be neglecting you.” He whispered, his timbre deepening. His lips were by your ear as he spoke, “I’m told a stranger invaded our estate but my agents were unable to catch the trespasser. Are you alright, darling?”

You twisted in his arms to face him. He moved a hand to caress your cheek and you could feel his warm breath fan your face. You nodded and connected your lips with his to reassure him. It started out with you leading a slow, comforting kiss but he quickly took over in a passionate, fast movement. Before you knew it, he’d guided you backwards until your back was against the stone of the fireplace. Without breaking the wet, warm, embrace of your lips, he’d lifted your legs to wrap around him. When the two of you had broken for a breath, your gaze went to his eyes to see the worry drowning in them.

The traveler didn’t seem to be that dangerous. Aether had actually been pleasant company, telling you many stories but also not pressing you on your relationship with one of the harbingers. He was different compared to other people you knew around here. Every friend you’d tried to make was either scared of him or wanted to get on his good side to secure finance. They didn’t care about you. The traveler cared more about exchanging stories. Why was your fiance so worried?

“Who is this stranger?”

He didn’t answer at first, moving his head to linger at the crook of your neck. “Promise me you won’t meet them again.”

It was foolish to assume he wouldn’t find out but he didn’t sound angry with you for spending time with the traveler. However, it also didn’t sound like a question. He was pleading with you and that made you tense.

“I don’t-”

“I try not to ask for much. I know you feel lonely here but forming a friendship with the traveler is dangerous.” I’m He moved his head away from your neck and brought your hand to his lips. “Promise Me.”

“I,” You paused. He was right about rarely asking you for things but why did it have to be this. It was the first time you’d felt alive in weeks. You wanted to see the traveler again. You also couldn’t make a promise you intended to break, he didn’t deserve that. “I promise.”

#pantalone x reader #genshin impact #fluff #regrator x reader #fatui x reader #idk what i'm doing lol #there's so little about him a snezhnaya #but i wanted to write something cute and fun

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Day 10: Help

So, this is an excerpt from my other story... I, personally, do not think Dolores gets enough love. Her gift is somewhat problematical, and I thought perhaps she would endure her Gift just a little better if she could, in fact, do more with it. Also, HC that all the Madrigals were never using their Gifts to their full potential. So I fixed it with a little help from Mirabel.

Dolores was just about to take a bite of her sandwich when she heard it. A collective of folks were really wound up and the overlap of the voices always meant trouble. She tilted her head and used her Gift to focus on one in particular. Señora Guzmán was shouting to someone. Probably from her veranda since her voice was not bouncing off anything.

(What do you mean missing?)

(Yes, have you seen them? They were supposed to come to my house for lunch today, but they did not come…) that was Alejandra's mother (…when I checked with Juancho and Cecelia's mother's they said they'd not seen them either. We've already checked all the places they normally go, and no one's seen them…)

"Dolores?" Abuela said when she noticed she was sitting frozen with her head tilted, mouth open, holding up her sandwich. Still listening, Dolores held up her other hand and set down the sandwich. She closed her eyes to shut out the sounds around her and let in a few more voices.

(…I saw them down by the school this morning…) Camilo

(When was that?) Alejandra's mother

(Uh…around nine, they were playing on the playground when I came out of the school around eleven thirty…)

(I can help too!) it was Antonio, he whistled, and Dolores winced, there was the sound of many bird wings (Pico, I need you and the rest of the birds to look for my friends…)

There was a squawk and chitter (Yes, those guys. They might be lost in the forest or something and maybe three calls if you see them…) additional squawking (Oh, you're right, okay send the others off, and you can tell Nadia too…)

(Camilo, what's happening?...) Tío Agustín and Mira together.

(Juancho, Alejandra, and Cecelia are missing. No one's seen them since they followed me to the school this morning…) Camilo

(Oh, thank heavens…) Señora Guzmán (Mirabel can you please go and let your Abuela know what's happening, and have her come into town with Mariano?…)

There was a pause then (Okay…) Mira said then another pause (Dolores, I know you're already listening. Can you let Abuela know? And then meet me in my room? There is something there I think you can help me with…)

Dolores opened her eyes and said, "Three children are missing, and they've started a search. Tío Agustín is helping to organize. Your mother," she said to Mariano, "is asking for you and Abuela to come into town."

Nadia, Dolores remembered was the head eagle in Antonio's room. Pico was coming, and she let out a squeak as she hurriedly got up and started for the stairs. Mariano and Abuela were up as well. "I will be right back," she said over her shoulder, "I have to open Antonio's door." She was sprinting now and pushed his door open in time to see Pico making a beeline for it, the bird landed just inside and began squawking furiously. There was an answering cry from the eagles and Pico promptly turned around and took off toward the forest. Six eagles in all swooped past Dolores and then things quieted, though there were more birds leaving her brother's room. Mariano and Abuela were looking at her from the plaza and Dolores said, "Mira asked me to wait here for her, so I will catch up with you both later."

Mariano nodded and headed for the door, Abuela hesitated for just a moment then she too started for the already open door. The door closed and Dolores went to Mira's room and gently knocked before opening it. Dolores came in and moved to the side. Someone else was coming and from the sound of the footsteps it was Luisa. She noted Casita had moved the furniture out to the walls and Mirabel was there just starting to roll up the carpet in her room with her back to her.

There was another knock and the door opened and Luisa stepped inside, "Mira, do you know what's happening? I heard Pico screeching all the way in my room. Is Antonio, okay?"

"Antonio's fine. He's with Camilo in town. Three other kids are missing though, and I came home so I wouldn't distract anyone who is searching." Mirabel sounded irritated as she struggled with the rug.

"Oh, right," Luisa said and took two steps and rolled the carpet in one motion, "Should I go help?"

"Thanks, no not yet I need your help with this," Mirabel said and stood up. She noticed Dolores and smiled. "Hi, Dolores."

Luisa turned and waved, "Sorry, Dol did not see you there."

"That's alright. What did you need me for Mirabel?"

"This," Mirabel said, hands on her hips. She was looking at the floor and for the first time Dolores noticed the small points of light moving around on it.

"Are those…people?"

"I think so," Mirabel said, "Only problem is we don’t know who is who."

"How can I help with that?"

"You know, I'm not sure, but I was thinking of all the times you rooted me out of whatever hiding place I'd picked to hang around in when I was little. I always thought I was being super quiet, but you always found me, no matter how far I went."

Dolores did remember. Mirabel had gained the habit of wandering off when she was sad after her Gift Ceremony. It did not matter who was looking after her, she was just really good at doing what she wanted. Dolores noticed it was Casita that was aiding and abetting her prima. Opening a door or the back gate. Most times she would go out in the woods behind Casita and sit in her favorite tree. She would cry as quietly as she could asking the tree why she wasn't good enough. After the first few months that happened, Abuela had Luisa pull the tree down, so she couldn't do that anymore. Mirabel would just stubbornly find a different spot. Each time Abuela would try to stop her from doing it by ruining whatever Mira built to make it her own.

While Abuela said it was so that Mirabel wouldn't get lost or hurt, Dolores was not so sure. She talked to her mother about it and her mother told her, from then on, to bring Mira back but to bring her to her Mamá instead of Abuela. Once Abuela started hyper focusing on Isabela she stopped caring where Mira was every minute of the day. It was hard to tell if Mira thought this was a good thing or a bad thing because for the most part, she did not interact with the family as much. Stuck at home she took to learning what Casita was saying, and sometimes she would play with Camilo, but eventually Abuela even separated her from him. So, it was just Casita Mira had to talk to.

Dolores remembered how once school started, Mira happy to be out and about, would often stay in town and play, mostly alone, trying her best to be that perfect non-magical Madrigal. It was right about then that Camilo started acting up in school, but it wasn't until later when she heard him talking with his prima on the way home that she realized why. If everyone thought he was in detention, then he could do whatever he wanted to before he would be expected to do chores. Her little brother had found a loophole and Dolores was not about to mess that up.

The door opened again, and Isa came in breathing heavily, "Okay, what…" she stopped and took a deep breath, "what are we doing?"

"You okay, Isa?" Luisa asked.

"Yeah, yeah, just ran all the way here. I'm alright," Isa said sitting on the bed. Dolores noticed Isa's heart was beating very fast. Faster than it should be.

Mirabel looked at her sister and shook her head. She turned back to the floor, eyes flitting about, and she said, "Dolores, do you think you can tell which of these might be Abuela, or Mariano or his mother?"

Dolores was now very curious if she could, in fact, tell where someone was just by listening but not being out in the town. This was something she never really tried to do without having a general idea of where that person was. She focused her hearing on the town and her eyes on the image. She heard Mariano's voice and could almost see his face as she smiled and pointed to a light that was moving through an alley. "That's Mariano."

"You sure?" Mira asked.

"Yes." Dolores said with growing confidence.

"Okay, Casita is there a way to label that light?" Mira asked. The tiles near the window clattered questioningly. "Yeah, words would be too long and hard to read, how about, I don’t know, maybe just his face?" Tiles bumped along with the floorboard and a tiny face appeared. It moved along the alley stopping at the windows and doors depicted.

"My goodness, that is just adorable," Mirabel said with a giggle.

"Mira there are hundreds of people in the Encanto, it will take too long to do this one at a time," Luisa said sitting next to Isa.

"Yeah, I know, but it is kinda cool though."

Out of curiosity, Dolores reached out and touched the light floating around with Mariano and pulled her hand back with a frown and small squeak, "That was odd."

"What was?" Mira asked.

"When I touched that light there," and she pointed, "it was not who I expected." Dolores had assumed it was Abuela or Mariano's mother. Turned out it was neither.

"You can tell who they are by touching them?" Luisa asked.

"Ummm, more like I can hear them," Dolores said, frown deepening.

"But can't you already hear them?" Mira asked.

"Yes, but that's not what I mean. I can only hear them. Everything else went quiet."

"Wow, that is odd," Mirabel said kneeling close to the floor and poking it a few times, "I don’t hear anything."

"So, who was it?" Isa asked from the bed.

"Acacia López," Dolores said flatly and almost felt angry. She knew Mariano was completely devoted to her, but she did not like the thought of that one being with him for any reason. Acacia was quite sure she was the one Mariano wanted to be with and had often said inflammatory and derogatory things to her about Isa's relationship with Mariano. She did not want to know what venom that one was spreading about her, so she made a point of not hearing her.

"That little snake," Isa said and slid off the bed next to her. "I should wrap her in vines and squeeze her 'til her beady eyes pop out."

Dolores suppressed a smile and gave Isa a gentle shove, "I don’t think that would be the best idea Isa."

"Oh, it would at least shut her the-"

"Guys, can we talk about this later?" Luisa said, "We are supposed to be working on finding those kids."

Dolores noticed that Mirabel had moved on to another section of town where no one was supposed to be living yet. There were a bunch of half-finished houses and though there shouldn't be any lights there; Mira said she thought she saw three tiny and very dim lights. It made Dolores wonder if that meant they were hurt.

"Dolores, come and touch these." Mira said waving to her and pointing to one spot in particular.

She did but shook her head. "I don’t hear anything, wait…" she said, brow furrowing. "No, I can hear breathing," she touched another, "All three are but it sounds too slow for little kids."

"I can go," Luisa said.

"Wait, there's one more thing, Dolores, I know this is gonna sound weird but if you can hear Mariano, maybe he can hear you?" Mirabel said, "Try it, and if he can, without freaking out, have him get Mamá and meet Luisa there."

Dolores nodded then tentatively touched the face of her beloved and said, "Mariano, can you hear me?" she took her finger off the face and heard; (Dolores?) "He can," Dolores said excitedly. "Oh," She put her finger back down and said, "Mariano, we think we know where the kids are. But they may be hurt, so you'll need to find Tía Julieta, Luisa's on her way now. From where you are now, go…ten streets west and look in the fifth house on the right." (I understand, mi amor) "He's on his way."

"I'm out," Luisa said and was out the door.

Dolores watched Mirabel as she paced watching the lights on the floor. Dolores had spent a little more time naming some of the lights and Isa was watching the tiny bodyless heads float about occasionally making tiny flowers appear in their hair. Dolores wondered if they flowers appeared in real life or if Isa was just dressing up the faces.

"They're out," Dolores said clapping her hands and smiling. Mirabel sighed and Isa threw some rose petals in the air. Dolores now focused on the three little lights as they moved further down the street. They were swarmed, by others, so she lost track of them. She touched Mariano's face and said, "Thank you, mi vida, is everyone alright?" (The children are with the doctor and your Tía. Once they wake up enough to eat something they should be healed. You will have to tell me how I can hear you when I know you are in Casita. You have learned something new, mi vida, that is so exciting.) And Dolores realized she had, all because her prima thought she could. (Dolores, since lunch was interrupted,) Mariano continued, (can you come for dinner?) "Yes." (Great, I will pick you up when I bring your Abuela home.) Dolores sat back and relayed everything Mariano had told her.

The clock chimed the five o'clock hour and Isa said, "Well guess that meeting's been postponed. Who's hungry."

"You could go start supper," Mirabel said.

"I could, but everyone would be afraid to eat it," Isabela said as she got off the bed.

"Why?"

"Everyone knows I can't cook."

"I will take my chances and I need to talk to Dolores about the thing."

"Okay hermanita, your stomach." Isa said and she was out the door.

"Mira everyone knows she's a disaster in the kitchen," Dolores said after the door had closed.

Mirabel snorted and deadpanned, "She wants everyone to believe she can't cook, but she used to make food for me and Luisa all the time when Mamá was out in town. Now Tío Bruno cannot cook to save his life."

"Mariano is on his way here with Abuela so what do you need to talk to me about?"

"Oh, well it's gonna take some time to explain and we'll need Camilo as well. How 'bout you come back once you're done, and I will explain it to you both then?"

"Alright Mira," she said standing up, "Oh, and thank you for today," she said gesturing to the floor. "I will be home by dark, so I will see you then."

"Great," Mirabel said as she walked with her to the door.

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #casita #encanto fanfic #encantober #help #Yes #yes there is a depiction of the Encanto on Mirabel's bedroom floor #I like upgrades

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cashewally-sarcastic · 10 days

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(FFD AU) Garden of the Guardian

There is a small little garden in the center of the tower. Mushrooms grow on the edges alongside moss and lichen. He could hardly call it maintained, but Carmen could see there was an order in which everything was arranged. The plants and pots had little names written on the edges, faded away by time til only the first letters remained. Simple doodles carved into the clay, some of flowers some of loaves.

He knew the person who made this, but she had never mentioned it before. He wonders why, as he sits in the eden of tranquility. The grass is soft. The garden is at peace…. but he can hear nothing. Much unlike the stories of forests and woods before and beyond the snows of Mondstadt. It’s the perfect place to do nothing in. To be nothing in.

There are no birds singing in the branches. There are no squirrels hopping from tree to tree. It’s a garden. It’s quiet…

‘A garden’, he read once in a book, ‘is a planned space, set aside for the cultivation, display, and enjoyment of nature.’ He remembers those days as he read those scrolls with his friend right besides him. Teaching him words of the human tongue and going over each syllable.

'The single feature identifying even the wildest wild garden is control.’ The author had wrote. Even a garden like this, seemingly in disrepair, had the hallmarks of control. Columns dictated the growth of each fruit. The rocks and stones giving the plants different areas to spread across. They all have names. No… they had names. It’s impossible for these plants to have been living for as long as Amos had been alive.

These descendants, all cultivating in the circular garden, with no songbird to sing them good morning or goodbye. The walls of the tower, shielding this garden and the many other gardens in the city from the true sky.

It’s quiet.

So quiet.

“Do you like it?” that man’s voice stepped behind him. “I was thinking about adding some Cecelias, but Amos isn’t a fan of flowers.”

“This was her creation.”

“Indeed!” Decarabian smiled, “I’ve been taking care of it while she was gone. They look wonderful don’t they?” With a gust of anemo, he sweeps some leaves into a corner.

Carmen holds up one of the blue ones, Mint if he recalls correctly. It was rare to see one not grounded up into a spice. Even the, it survives practically anything. It needs to be separated so it’s invasive nature wouldn’t consume a garden.

Decarabian plucks it, holding it in front of Carmen, happy that a new flower will bloom in his garden.

#submission #steel i'm obsessed with you just dropping these into my submissions i love these #and the use of like...definitions in your writing is cool as hell.#'to do nothing in. to be nothing in' that's a good phrase i'm going to chew on that #hi steel!#< should i give you a separate tag for these since they're not asks

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lovingwanda · 4 months

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LOVINGWANDA'S character list.

(Please send requests!)

# martha / samantha ⋮ near the bone (novel) a christain woman (early 20's) who is married (most likely forcibly arranged to or even kidnapped) to a harshly devout and misogynistic man named William (late 40's) and has lived with him in the secluded forest area for the last twelve years in their cabin. Despite her role as "the wife", Martha is experienced in hunting and animal tracking.

# audrey "georgina" hughes ⋮ (American Arcadia game) a resident housewife of american arcadia with an NPC family. Typical late 70's housewife vibes. Happily married to Joel. Has two kids named Cecelia and Simon. Completely unaware that she's on a tv show.

# margaret "rosetta" nelson ⋮ (stan lee presents: mosaic) Has always dreamed of being an actress. Her father is a interpol agent. Has the x gene (powers of the ancient chamelia in terms of shapeshifting, seeing DNA and copying it, turning invisible, etc) former star plasma vessel and star rage cursed technique. Maggie is her nickname and she's also Chinese and Vietnamese through her maternal grandmother.

# empress bayan ⋮ elixir of the sun (Manwha) the chosen one and the real siyo, wife of emperor dhan and mother of their son, yeonhi. Has three concubines as her ladies in waiting that previously belonged to Dhan ( Sama Hyeon, Han Bia, and Ye Tae-Im ). For canon divergent reasons, she is Korean and Chinese.

# brynn summers / ayumi gojo ⋮ mystical (manwha) and jujutsu kaisen inspired oc. The biological twin of satoru gojo and the biological daughter of Natasha Romanoff, experimented on by the high evolutionary via test tube birth.

# diva goldsmith ⋮ (bloodplus) an airy songstress from the 1830's who also happens to be a chiropteran queen (vampire) and the twin sister of Saya Otonashi. Was locked in a tower / horrifically experimented on for the first 50 years of her life and essentially treated as a labrat. Has her five chevaliers, Amshel, Karl, Solomon, Nathan, and James. A very childish and sadistic personality with full on mommy issues. Loves anything blue and expensively pretty.

# satoru jiro ⋮ marvel and jujutsu kaisen original character. definitely a cult leader, has one younger brother and two younger sisters. Cursed spirit manipulation technique. Former convict and Yakuza member. The son of Toji Zen'in and Sonja Si-Mok (OC). Was adopted and is in love with Wanda Maximoff.

# mei mei & ui ui ⋮ (wholesome and platonic sibling relationship only!) jujutsu kaisen.

#✎ .˳⁺⁎˚ announcements ➮ filing the paperwork and reorganizing.#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #mcu x reader #tw stockholm syndrome #lovingwanda: character list #jjk x reader #candy montgomery x reader #eots x reader #bayan x reader #elixir of the sun #mystical

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smiles-ocs · 29 days

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So this story I wrote when I was like, in 6th grade, 11 years old. It wasn't the first story I've written but it's the first one I finished. It was for an assignment in my english class and you'll see that this was definitely written by an 11 year old.... Excuse the terrible names, the terrible grammar, and the awful pacing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s a beautiful day as usual at the kingdom of moss. Even better, a brave and strong knight is there to protect the princess Cecelia. His name is Beetle “Sir Collassotron” Motzo. One day, Sir Collassotron came to the king, queen, and the princess. The princess was a beautiful girl who is only sixteen. She needs someone to marry. Sir Collassotron came to them to ask the princess Cecelia. “Princess Cecelia of the kingdom of moss,” he began, “Will you do the honor of being my bride?”

Shocked, the princess can only think of how old he is, forty-nine years old. She was disgusted. But the king and queen were delighted. “She says yes” interrupted the queen. The princess stared at her mother and father, was she the only one who could see the evil in his eyes?

“Well,” started the queen, “Cecelia, why don’t the two of you go out to the balcony? You two need to get to know each other.”

Cecelia gave her dad a help me looked. The king just shrugged. He was afraid of his own wife. Especially when she was angry.

When they reached the balcony, Cecelia caught glance at Jockery, the stable boy. Cecelia had a small crush on him. She began to blush. But Sir Collassotron noticed her blushing. He looked where she was looking. He wasn’t going to let Jockery steal his thunder. “Well princess,” he began,” I am delighted that you are accepting my proposal. Is your name Christine?”

“Cecelia” she corrected him in frustration. This was so awkward. “Ummm,” started Sir Collassatron, breaking the silence,” I need a room,”

Cecelia felt stupid. She forgot to give him a room. “Oh, my bad,” she said awkwardly. “Come this way, you will have a roommate, his name is Tempty. I think you’ll like him.”

Him? Sir Collassotron wasn’t expecting a roommate, he thought he will be alone. He did a secret job besides being a knight, he captures unicorns for their magic. If he had enough power, he could take over the entire kingdom. But with a roommate, he’ll figure out while he tries to make plans. Oops. He ran into the wall. “Um, sorry about that. I got lost in thought,” he said embarrassed.

Cecelia stared. She really didn’t like him. But if she admitted it, she will be grounded. She already dumped every old guy who came to her four times. Collassotron was literally the youngest to come to her.

When they came to the room, Collassotron saw a young man with black hair and a warm smile. He hated it. “Hello,” said the young man, “my name is Tempty.”

“Tempty this is…erm…”

“Beetle “Sir Collassotron” Motzo, call me Sir Collassotron.”

“This’ll be your new roommate.”

Tempty smiled. “Would you like me to show you around?

Collassotron was shocked by his kindness. He also hated it. He was glaring at the floor.

“Um, Collassotron?”

“Yes princess?”

“What did that floor do to you?”

Oops. “Sorry,” he said.

“Hey, I know you!” said Temty excitedly. “You’re the guy who hunts unicorns for their magic. You also slay the protectors of unicorns. The dragons!”

Things got awkward soon. “I’m going to go hunt,” said Collassotron angrily.

When he got out to the forest, Collassotron noticed some footprints. The great unicorn protectors had a tribe called the Uniki tribe. It had the most fierce Uniki warrior, Patry. Eleven times Collassotron was defeated by him. Then Colllassotron heard a sound of footsteps. He followed the noise and saw a unicorn going into a beaten up house. He followed. When he entered, he heard a new noise. BOOM! He looked behind him. The door was closed. He tried to open it but he couldn’t the unicorns probably enchanted the door. He turned around and walked slowly. He heard creaks and roars. Then he heard a growl. He grinned and turned around. There was Patry. The fierce dragon was glaring at him with its teeth showing. Collassotron brought out his sword. This was going to be fun.

They began to fight. Patry got cut by the sword on his wings and Collassotron got bitten on his arm. Patry bit the sword and threw Collassotron across the room. Some blood was dripping. He loved it. He slashed his sword toward Patry and… Patry brings out his secret weapon. A roar that sounded like a whisper. Patry did it to Collassotron. He goes flying out the door. The door was healing itself. It was going to close. “NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” yelled Collassotron. He slammed into the door. He was angry. So angry that he could grab an animal and crush its skull. The twelve time. He was defeated by Patry the twelve time. Then, he had an idea. He was going to trick Patry with some food.

After shooting a deer, Patry smelled the deer. He walked toward it. He looked around to see if anyone was around who shot the deer. He thought it was a trap. He began to walk away slowly but Collassotron had to think fast. He set the trap. The next thing you know, Patry is tangled in ropes and wires. The more he struggled, the more tighter the cords were. Collassotron happily dragged the poor dragon away. “COLLASSOTRON!” yelled a voice,” what are you doing?”

He noticed it was Cecelia. “Why are you dragging that dragon?”

“To protect you,” lied Collassotron. He put the hopeless dragon in the dungeons. Then he went out to the forest and saw a lot of unicorns. This was going to be fun. He trapped all the unicorns the same way he did with Patry.

Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Cecelia went down the dreadful place and untied the dragon. The dragon stared at her for a moment. Then picked her up and got out of the dungeons and straight to the forest.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” screamed Cecelia. Patry put her down and jumped on Collassotron. He kicked Patry of him and then he brought out his sword again and then…

Collassotron was on the ground. He was twitching a little. Cecelia saw Jockery, the stable boy.

“My lady,” he said and kissed Cecelia’s fingers. She blushed. “That man deserves to go to prison. He kills unicorns for their magic so he can rule the galaxy.”

“Very well,” said Cecelia still blushing. “Guards!” she yelled.

“What is it princess?”

“Take this scumbag to the dungeons.”

Patry grabbed a jewel from the ground and put it in Jockery’s hand. He winked at him.

Jockery smiled and was a little nervous.

“Um… Cecelia, wou-would you do the um… honor of… um… being my wife?”

Cecelia gasped then fainted.

During the ceremony of their wedding, Collassotron is crazy in the dungeons.

Then Cecelia went down to the dungeons to speak with Collassotron.

“Collassotron,” started the princess,” for your crimes you shall be executed.”

But the knight didn’t even look worried. “Go ahead, but tomorrow, you won’t see me, because I will escape and destroy the planet.”

Cecelia walked away in anger with his laughter behind her.

The next day, the guards are freaking out.

“What is it?” cried Cecelia.

“the-the-the,” started the knights. They all pointed at the dungeon. Cecelia and Jockery went in the dungeons. They stopped dead in their tracks.

The prison that held Collassotron was open. And Collassotron, was gone.

#ocs #original characters #smiles writes #hey do y'all remember Kargon?#Yea he was Collassotron #aged him down #renamed him #and changed his character #but idk the idea of the guy is neat #when I say that kargon is my oldest character I mean it

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fortheloveofarchons · 1 month

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The Wanted General, Alatus

C.W. Contains violence and blood in the beginning of the chapter

No– Please! It’s only you and me, don’t die here!!

I’m sorry, but I have to end my life, for us.

My destiny is to make the ultimate sacrifice!

Alatus… go, and be free from this place.

Everyone… please! Don’t go!!

DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THAT MONSTER!!!

As the last remaining yaksha, he’s been on the run in the balmy spring woods.

He darts through the trees that were donned with a fresh coat of green as tender buds unfurled into delicate leaves, his face gently hit with the sweet fragrances of the Cecelia flowers and Windwheel Asters.

The last general had heard of the warm nation of freedom and bountiful nature, but the frost-laden trees in the lonely stillness of the winter woods where he lived made him believe that it is merely a fairytale, a delusion. As he was running, he realised that his breath was not creating chilly smoke in the air. He runs as far as he can go, it doesn’t matter when his eyes are brimming red from exhaustion, his stomach making tight knots from the starvation that he had endured.

The torn off petals of the flowers and fruits were not enough to satiate his stomach. With as much power as he has, he moves with silent urgency and swiftness, his clothes wrapped with a brown cloak to ward off any external injuries. His movements are swift and deliberate, leaving behind no trace save for the ephemeral imprint of his passage on the muddy canvas.

His footsteps stop, his senses sharp, taking in the heartbeat of the dawn of spring, the rustle of green leaves, and the subtle crunch of twigs sticks beneath distant footsteps.

Footsteps that don’t belong to the wanted general.

Footsteps that made stomps, aggressive and louder than his short and careful ones.

Footsteps that seemed to multiply from behind.

His uneven breaths combine with the sweat forming on his forehead as he quickly hides deep in the bushes. He hoped that whatever it was, would go away.

That is, until he hears a subtle crunch of a tree branch above him, his back casting a shiver, sensing that someone was watching him. With a swift and calculated move, the hunter emerges from above, her weapon drawn– a sword.

Yet, what that hunter could only see in front of her was a wispy black smoke.

“Found you.” The wanted general whispers in her ear. A determined blow strikes the hunter in the neck, knocking her down onto the ground, alerting the others.

“Look out, it’s–”

Teleporting himself, Alatus takes down another armed bounty hunter, knocking them down with the sharp tip of his primordial jade spear.

In the middle of the forest, birds and crows let out loud chirps and caws, flying away from the bloodshed.

Panting heavily, Alatus looks back at the scene of the crime. He counts with his index finger around twenty bounty hunters, all bloodied and banged up on the ground. Most of them were either dead, or heavily injured to the point that they were unconscious.

All except for one.

Hiding in a bush, his shaky hand holding the dagger. As the last bounty hunter was about to strike, a whoosh of teal flew past him, striking a hit onto the tree next to him. “AHHH!”

“Show yourself, mortal.”

The trees, a silent observer of this fight, illuminates the predator-prey dynamic by casting leafy shadows over the scene. The hunter crawls his way out of the bush, sweat beading out of his forehead.

Alatus summons his spear back into his arms, holding the tip of his weapon right in front of the bounty hunter’s forehead.

“State your purpose, or I shall strike my weapon down on your head.”

“I– I– I just want some money!” The bounty hunter kneels down in a praying position. “The.. the posters have shown that if we captured you we would be compensated immensely! But… but… they didn’t tell us you were this strong!!”

“...Let me see the poster.”

The bounty hunter whips out the folded paper on his pocket, and hands it over to Alatus. He folds the paper open, revealing a poster of him, with the bold words, WANTED in crimson red.

DEAD OR ALIVE

The illustration of the wanted general only shows a young man with long messy hair that reaches his stomach, a tattoo on his right arm which is a rough silhouette of a bird upside down, along with a purple diamond mark on his forehead.

“Fool, how does this amount of money not instil fear in you?” Alatus crumbles the paper, and throws it on the ground. “As far as I know, the larger the goal, the bigger the risk.”

“I just thought they were being generous… or that it is a risky scam! They didn’t mention anything about your status!” The bounty hunter begs, knocking his head onto the ground multiple times. “Please! I’m sorry, I promise I won’t find you again! We can forget about this!”

“...On one condition.”

“Yes?!”

“Do you guys have extra clothes?” Alatus’s arm opens up, revealing a dirty white gown.

“Uh… I guess you can take their clothes…?” His hand shakily points to the dead bounty hunters, his other hand slowly reaching to his dagger that’s strapped to his thigh.

“Fine by me.” As Alatus turns to leave, the bounty hunter makes a strike from behind.

The wanted general disappears in front of him, causing his face to slam onto the ground, his dagger out of his hand, the air had been knocked clear out of his lungs.

“Eh?”

He feels the cold jade on his neck, and an arm pinning him down.

“Evil like you shall be dispersed.”

“No! No–”

Blood splatters and gushes out of his throat, silencing his last words. He holds his throat tightly, trying to prevent more blood from gushing out. But his efforts are futile, as the world around the last bounty hunter blurs.

His vision becomes hazy, and the young man in front of him only feels like a blurry canvas.

Eventually, his eyes succumb to a dreamless slumber.

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The golden hues of the morning sun kisses the surface of the serene lake, and a small fire is being built near a towering oak tree. Throwing his old clothes, Alatus watches the remnants of his past burning to a crisp. He stares at the flame for a moment, ensuring that not a single trace of cloth would be evident in the campfire.

Letting out a sigh, he walks towards the lake, dipping his feet in first before submerging himself down the lake, his body tingling with coldness. Emerging from the water, he lets out a sigh from holding in his breath in the lake, and looks down on his reflection. His hair messy and wet like seaweed, his face no longer tainted with stains of dirt and dry blood, and his body feel more refreshed with the cleanliness of the lake water.

After washing himself, he emerges out from the water, droplets of water cascading from his skin. He makes his way to the towering oak tree, seeing the fire gradually extinguished, the remnants of his past clothings burned to crisp. Nearby, a bundle of clothes lay, freshly acquired from the luggages of the bounty hunters. With nimble fingers, he unwraps the stolen garments, and assembles himself a simple yet warm ensemble.

Wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a high collar, he covers his left arm with a white sleeve that’s donned with turquoise cloud motifs. After wearing his baggy dark purple pants and black boots, he wears a pink breechcloth around his waist.

Finally, he adjusts the black and dark turquoise gloves and gauntlets, stretching his arms, as if wearing this sheds his past along with his old attire.

He turns his attention to his unkempt mane, the strands of his long hair dancing in the breeze like wild tendrils. With a gleam in his eyes, he retrieves a makeshift blade from the bounty hunter’s thigh, and begins to trim his hair. Each rough stroke of the blade was deliberate, a symbolic gesture of shedding the burdens of his former life.

As the last strands fell to the grass, he ran his fingers through his newly cut hair, now in a messy shoulder-length with distinct teal undertones.

Feels… light.

After burning the cut-off stands of his hair and burying the bodies of each bounty hunter, he keeps one of their satchel and stashes any necessities he could shove in. Before he embarks, he finds the crumpled up poster of him on the ground, its eyes staring at him soulless.

Just like his golden irises.

He grabs the poster and shoves it into his satchel, and continues to walk to the path he finds based on the map from the bounty hunter....

Full chapter down below!!

I know I only published it after almost one week but I just wanna say thankiew all so much for your support! Kudos, bookmarks and comments are much appreciated!!

Also special thanks to @rueleaf-art for spreading this fanfic on Instagram!! It really means a lot (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

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