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Right, wrong and the in-between (Part 3)

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You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :) The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, mentions of violence and non-con/abuse among side characters, canon typical violence, some angst, some fluff, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 2.7k

NECESSARY DISCLAIMER: This chapter is DARK and involves depictions of death and hints of s*x*al abuse. If you do not wish to read this part, you can jump to the "+++" sign below and read from there.

"Here you go, princess!" Toshio said, throwing you inside a very dark room. You had both of your hands tied to your back, and your feet were tied together as well. This room was right beside the interrogation office they had you in moments earlier, and you suspected this was in one of the buildings internally connected to the club. "Behave, or I'll fuck you up, got it?" He warned, right before slamming the door, and yelling for Yukiko. You figured that was the woman's name.

Propping yourself to seat upwards, you scanned around the room, as you could barely make out anything, but the stench was even worse inside this place than it was previously. There seemed to be some mattresses spread across the floor, and that was when you saw them — the kidnapped women laying over the mattresses.

According to Jujutsu Tech's reports, there had been 5 women kidnapped (6 if you counted the one you and Higuruma saw), but you could only make out 3 that were actually laying on their beds, and from what you could tell, they were covered solely with a paper thin white blanket. They seemed to be drugged, since none of them reacted when you were thrown inside the confined space. As you were searching for the remaining three women, it suddenly struck you, sending ice-cold shivers down your spine. Oh, no.

The smell.

You fought back the urge you had to throw up, as you saw a mass that could amount to three bodies, all stacked together, barely covered by a black tarp. "Oh my God!" You exclaimed. This was bad, very bad, and you had to get out of there as soon as possible. Shit, shit! Fuck! It was everything you could think at this very moment.

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"H-Hey." A tiny voice muttered from one of the mattresses on the floor. You looked its way, and it was the girl you and Higuruma had seen earlier that day. She still had her clothes on, maybe because they didn't have the time yet to do anything to her. The woman crawled her way to you, with some difficulty, and tried to sit beside you, having to remain supported by her two arms on the front of her body.

"Hey." You answered. "What is your name?"

"It's... My name... I'm Kaoru." She was clearly still loopy.

"I'm here to save you girls." You answered. "But I'm going to need your help."

She was waning off slowly.

"Hey!" You whispered strongly in her direction, eliciting a slight eye widening from her. "Kaoru, I'm going to need your help for untying myself."

"You untie yourself?" She asked, puzzled. "That hag, she told me to follow her, and then..." She sighed deeply. "What then?"

This was pointless, she was still completely useless. You started to look around and see if there was absolutely anything you could use in order to cut the ropes they had used to immobilize you, but apart from the darkness, there didn't seem to be anything helpful inside that bedroom. You had to use your technique, it was the only way, but you were afraid — and rightfully so — of making too much noise with a tiny grenade and bestow upon these women and yourself the wrath of the duo.

"Shit. What the fuck can I do?" You muttered to yourself. You finally had the idea to lay over your arms, right on top of one of the mattresses, and just pray it would be silent enough not to garner any unwanted attention.

Taking a deep breath, you laid yourself on your back and slowly pushed yourself through the ground, using your tied up legs and elbows, towards a mattress. Then, you managed to squiggle your way on top of it, and held your breath as you summed the tiniest grenade you could, just to rupture the rope keeping your hands together.

It was a little louder than expected. You heard footsteps in the room's direction and the door bust open, revealing Toshio's worked up face. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I was trying to lay on the mattress and I fell." You said, as it was the first thing to pop into your mind.

He walked towards you and slapped you viciously across your face, managing to somehow hit your ear as well, leaving you to see stars and temporarily deaf on that side, as a ringing echoed all throughout your skull. "Be quiet, or I'll do a lot worse, princess." He said, puling on your shirt disgustingly. You mustered all your strength to not spit in his face as he got up and made his way out, slamming the door loudly yet again. You were relieved, though, for your plan had worked, and you managed to liberate your arms from the cords contraption the hag had conceived.

Now, prioritize. Cursed speech user, so I have to- you started looking for anything you could use to stuff inside your ear. One of the mattresses had some holes with foam bursting through the seams. You quickly grabbed two fairly sized balls of that white plush and jammed them inside your ears, before doing absolutely anything else. Now sensory deprived, you swiftly started looking for the end of the knot where your legs were tied, and it was a pretty difficult task that took at least 10 minutes to complete.

You got up, grabbed Kaoru and laid her on the mattress. "I'll be back for you, okay?"

She nodded as she dozed off.

You then went to at least check on the other women, and it was as you thought. They were covered in bruises, bites, cuts and scratches, completely unclothed under the sheets and doped beyond anything you could do to help all of them currently. You inhaled deeply, and absolute rage took over your body.

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Nanami and Higuruma were making their way around the block, walking silently beside each other, and the tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife. It was already dark, and the streets were incredibly crowded with gamblers, drunk people and those looking for something else in the red-light district. However, no one dared to approach them offering any kind of service — probably because of Nanami's energy of fury, which was simmering just under a nonchalant expression.

"So, cursed speech technique. It really doesn't work if you can't hear what is being said?" Higuruma asked.

"Yes, it doesn't. When we arrive, insert the cotton balls inside your ears as deep as you’re able to, in order to properly isolate noise." Nanami replied.

They went to the rendezvous ahead of schedule. Since these people were clearly idiots and had no idea what they were doing, there was a pretty great chance that they provided the address to their current location as the place to hold this meet up. Nanami and Higuruma's thinking soon would prove to be very right.

Both men, when they got to the address, found themselves in front of a simple wooden door with two sets of locks. Higuruma started looking around for another way inside.

"What are you… currently engaged in?" Nanami questioned him.

"This door is clearly locked. I'm looking for another way inside the building." Higuruma explained.

Nanami sighed, promptly grabbing his blunt blade and completely destroying both of the locks on the door with one single hit, pushing the door inside. "Our path is clear now. Follow me." He said, stepping inside the narrow corridor. Some people stared and them, and Higuruma took note of that.

"Discreet." Higuruma stated.

Nanami stopped in his tracks, not turning to face Higuruma as he spoke, forming a wall between the former lawyer and the rest of the way. "I strongly suggest you keep that attitude in check for the time being. Someone is in harm’s way, and it is your responsibility, yet another time."

Higuruma scoffed, knowing all too well that explaining anything right then would be a complete waste of their time, as both made their way up the stairs.

Then, Nanami and Higuruma fit the cotton balls inside their ears.

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Suddenly, there was a loud noise of something breaking outside, and you heard Nanami's voice calling for you. That was your queue.

You opened the door, already bearing one grenade inside your palm, the one with the corrosive element within. Toshio tried to body slam Higuruma, and was gaveled away across the hallway, landing right beside the door to the women's cubicle.

The woman came running and screaming something you couldn't make out thanks to the foam you stacked inside your ears, and you jumped in her direction, choking her from behind and shoving your corrosive grenade inside her mouth, letting it explode — the explosion was minimal, just to liberate the substance inside her mouth. Yukiko grabbed her neck with both her hands, falling to the ground, seemingly choking. Sighing, you kneeled beside her and RCT'd her throat, just so she wouldn't die, but the sigil in her tongue was destroyed, and so was her ability to manipulate any of you with cursed speech.

You got up and walked back to the door, opening it, seeing Toshio laid on the ground completely unconscious. You kicked the guy, and while kicking him, didn't derive half as much satisfaction as you hoped to. Kaoru had managed to drag herself near the door, and you looked at her, laying beside that man. Your stomach turned unpleasantly.

Nanami and Higuruma started to make their way to meet you, but you signaled for them to stop.

"Don't come. There are women in here, the victims. They're... Just- don't come near. Let's preserve whatever dignity they still have left after this pigdid what he did to them." You kicked him again, this time in the stomach, and the man jolted awake in a world of pain. "Good. I hope you feel it and I hope it hurts."

You walked across the hallway and looked at Nanami and Higuruma. They both seemed slightly surprised as they took a closer look at you, and it was puzzling — was your face...? There was a small dirty mirror hanging near you, and then you saw. Nearly half of your face was covered in bruising, and there was no pain probably due to adrenalin.

Unexpectedly, you heard quick footsteps making their way towards the exit, and you three realized at the same time it was Toshio. Faster than you could think, you conjured and threw a grenade right above the door, letting all the rocks come tumbling down and blocking the way out. The man was terrified, but one of the rocks hit him in the head, rendering him unconscious yet again.

You felt numb, abused, invaded and infuriated like you had never before in your entire life. You conjured up a massive grenade in your hand and started to walk towards Toshio, blinded with murderous intent.

Nanami saw you conjuring it and promptly grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "What do you intend to do?" He questioned you. His grip was firm, but wasn't hurtful at all. He was completely in control, especially now that the crisis was averted, as it was to be expected of Nanami.

You looked back at him with the emptiest eyes you had ever showed up until this point. "What does it look like? I'm going to kill him."

"No, you are not." Nanami replied.

"Nanami, let go of my arm. I mean it." You growled, turning to face him.

"Unfortunately, I cannot oblige to such a request. We're not murderers, and we certainly do not take the lives of non-sorcerers. That is not what we came here to do."

"Are you really going to protect a rapist murderer piece of shit because he's a non-sorcerer? Seriously?" You were hanging for dear life to every little piece of respect, admiration, and affection you had for Nanami in order to not yell at him that moment. "Those women in there are mutilated!"

"You seem to be mistaken. I'm not protecting this man," Nanami said, gravely, "I'm protecting you."

You scoffed, completely incredulous.

"It won't make a difference." Higuruma interjected. "These charges alone — rape, aggravated assault, multiple murders and possibly even sex trafficking — would probably elicit a death penalty for this man. The evidence against him is abundant."

Nanami sighed. "Your input is unnecessary and unsolicited." Nanami made absolutely no effort to hide his distaste for Higuruma at that moment, and the former lawyer noticed it, simply scoffing in response.

"So you think the existence of a Court to prosecute this man is unnecessary?" Nanami questioned.

"Oh, I don't think that. I know it." Higuruma retorted. "He'll surely be prosecuted and convicted, sentenced to capital punishment for his crimes regardless of his defense. It's just a matter of deciding how and when he dies."

"We are jujutsu sorcerers, not judges, nor executioners." Nanami answered sternly.

"I beg to differ." Higuruma replied. "When we kill curse users, we're executioners, whether you like it or not."

"We only kill at sight already sentenced individuals, and in extremely specific scenarios, unless we're acting in self-defense." Nanami pointed out. "And it's beyond our scope dealing with regular citizens. We're jujutsu sorcerers, remember that."

"Nanami, you keep saying that like it has some inherent meaning!" You said, angrily. "What does that mean to you?"

He sighed, turning his gaze to you. "It means our role is not to choose what happens to non-sorcerers that get themselves involved with these situations. We have our role, and the judiciary system as well as other systems in place have theirs."

You grunted, and angrily pulled your arm from his grip. "Fine. I don't think I'm suited for this jujutsu sorcery bullshit, then."

"Do you intend on becoming a vigilante curse user?" He asked, standing between you and Toshio's unconscious body on the ground. His gaze was razor-sharp, and he clearly demanded an answer from you.

"No. I-" You were coming back to yourself, and diverted from his locked gaze on you to stare at the innocent woman who was drugged up by the door. "I just can't look away and do nothing because things that go beyond killing curses and fighting curse users are outside of my role." You walked towards Kaoru, kneeled beside her, and started to RCT her back to consciousness. "I'm not that kind of person, nor will I ever be."

Higuruma and Nanami were standing silently, for none of them had an answer to what you had just said.

"I will not ignore the people that get harmed along the way, and I will not cease to try helping the people I can outside from exorcizing curses and stopping curse users."

"You can't save every person in need of aid." Nanami pointed out, matter-of-factly.

"I didn't say I intend to, I'm not a naive child nor do I have some savior complex. But I'll help those I can and try to mitigate the ugly consequences stemming from our job. Otherwise, being here and working for Jujutsu High would just mean I'm wasting my time. I want a new Jujutsu world-" you remembered your conversation with Gojo, months prior, as you heard his words spill out of your mouth, "and I can't do that if I just stick to my designated role. I can and will do more than that."

He sighed, and Higuruma was attentively watching the both of you. Higuruma was right about you, after all. You were definitely not a cynical person. And he felt, as he heard you speak, that neither was he.

"If you got any problem with that, Nanami, take it up with whomever you need to." You said, ending the discussion.

Nanami sighed as he crossed his arms and relaxed his shoulders. "I won't file any complaint of the sort." He pondered for a moment, and grabbed his phone. "I'll call an ambulance and the police right now. We should leave before they arrive."

"Hm...?" You heard Kaoru humming softly as she started to wake up.

"Hey." You said, looking at her. "You're safe now."

Tears started streaming down her face, as she held your hand that laid on her chest. "Thank you."

Next chapter will be the epilogue. There will be a lot of dialogue and interesting stances on the JJK world from our trio.

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bewilderedbunny · 1 year

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Line cook Eddie part 3!

Hi friends! I was not expecting to write this so soon after part 2, but I'm rolling with it. Hope you enjoy it!! 💖 (the word counter I used says this is 666 words, thought that was cute) Flirty fluff, light sexual innuendo, cursing, sort of a bit of angst but not really. Eddie x fem!reader but feel free to switch the pronouns if you'd like ☺️ I had to include ABBA in this because I am a Mamma Mia! fan first and a human being second.

Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider 💕

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During a morning shift, a middle-aged man comes into the diner. He's a bit quiet but polite. He has his "please and thank yous" down pat. You check up on him during his meal and ask how everything is.

"Wonderful, my compliments to the chef." he says.

You smile and say, "He'll be so excited to hear that."

The older man looks up at you and says, "I would mention to him to cut back on the salt a bit. He has done a number on my blood pressure enough as it is." as he says that you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder.

"Hey pops. Was my girl good to you?"

You realize this must be Wayne, Eddie doesn't talk about him often but when he does it's with adoration.

"She was great. It's good to put a face to the name since you're always talkin' 'bout her."

Eddie laughs, a little too loud and you giggle at the pink on his cheeks.

One day during your break you step outside to get some fresh air. You can hear Eddie talking to someone near the dumpster.

"You like that, sweetheart? Look at you. You're just the cutest thing I've ever seen." Your heart aches, aren't you supposed to be the cutest thing he's ever seen? You know he's a big flirt with everyone, but you thought you were special. You quietly creep around the corner and when you finally see him you want to cry. He's squatted behind the dumpster feeding chicken to a scruffy little cat while rubbing its back. It's not even scraps from a customer's meal, this son of a bitch cooked a chicken breast for a kitten who, upon further inspection, reminds you of Wayne with its greyish fur and blue eyes.

He walks you to your car after your shift. He started doing it one night the two of you were working and hasn't stopped. Even when you're leaving before him, he walks you out and then goes back inside.

"I'm in a band, y'know?" He says, drying silverware. He's facing you and has his hip pressed against the counter.

"Oh yeah? An ABBA cover band?" You joke.

"How'd you guess? We do a cover of "Chiquitita" that'll knock your socks off."

You stop rinsing cutlery and look at him.

"I know you're kidding, but I love that song."

"Yeah?" He says, turning away from you. He's known it's your favorite for weeks. You were humming throughout your shift once and he spent the following day at the record store trying to figure out what song it was. He eventually went up to an employee and hummed it to them until they could help him find it. He bought the goddamn ABBA record.

You lightly flick him with water and he acts like you've just waterboarded him, stumbling around and gasping for breath. He reaches toward the faucet and flicks you back, he throws more water than you had and you gasp, "You're getting me wet!" His eyes get huge and he starts to giggle. When you realize why you giggle right along with him.

You come in for your dinner shift one day and notice a stack of papers at the register. You pick one up and see a sketch of a fire-breathing dragon. The dragon is guarding various food items like pancakes, milkshakes, burgers, and fries. All of the papers are copies of this drawing and next to the stack, there is an old box of crayons. You ask your coworker what this is, and she says Eddie brought them in this morning to give kids something to entertain themselves with while they wait for their food. You can't wait to hand them out and you save any colored in pages for the next time you have a shift together so you can show him what a hit they were.

Thanks for reading 🥞💖

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weirdmorefics · 1 year

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Dear creator of amazing fiction,

I wish to make a request where we a non binary reader who is mute interact with the Bridgerton siblings where they always have paper and a quil on hand for reader. The reader gets distracted by bunnies when on a outing through town the reader gets lost in town and almost gets kidnapped but the older siblings save them before any real damage could be done. Manly fluff with sibling comfort.

Sincerest thanks to the creator of fiction

Have a lovely day :3

A/N- Thank you for this request it made me super happy. I can't believe people think I make amazing fanfiction. Teachers always thought I was a terrible writer. I never thought there would be a day anyone liked my writing so it really means a lot to me!

How Could They Resist

x Bridgerton!Sibling

Warnings- Almost Kidnapping

Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 917

Summary- You are the youngest Bridgerton and are mute. One morning the family is promenading and you can’t help but get distracted by a bunny hidden in a bush and get lost until your big brother Anthony comes to the rescue.

“Mama please you must let me visit Penelope! It is urgent,” Eloise begs Mama.

“If this is about Lady Whistledown I have heard enough!” Mama says in her stern voice. “You have to be here to support your sister”

“Yes. Yes. The diamond of the season,” Eloise bickers with Mama as usual.

Benedict laughs at the usual show while Gregory is teasing Hyacinth about something. My eyes start to drift away from our family to a rustling in the bushes a small ways away from our path. I step a little closer to the bush and see white fluffy ears peek out of the bush. They were so fluffy I thought I may die! I have to see the rest of that bunny now! I waddle away from my family towards the bush and stick my head in. Not only was there one bunny it was a whole family with so many babies. I could not believe it they were just to cute! I think I may cry! I quickly turn around to show my family but they were gone.

I run to where my family was and look around but I don’t see them anywhere. Nervous tears prick my eyes I’m not sure what to do it’s not like I can scream for help or anything. I rub my eyes to get blur from tears to go away and I take a deep breath. I wipe my hands on my clothes I can do this I can find my family on my own. I will brave like Benedict, responsible like Anthony, and strong like Eloise. I can definitely do this!

I follow the path we were walking so maybe I could catch up to them. I followed the path all the way into town and still did not see them. How on earth did they walk so fast! It’s not fair my legs are to tiny! Now that I think about what if they took the carriage! I am going to be lost forever. Tears start to prick my eyes again.

A tall man approaches me “Hey there little kid why are you all by your lonesome?”

I stare at the man his tone is strange and I don’t like the way he is looking at me. I go to back away from him and bump into someone else. I quickly turn around to face the person and it’s another stranger.

He looks upset with the other guy “Don’t talk to them just grab the kid and go.”

My eyes widen at that statement I try to look for an exit but both of the men are blocking me from running. I feel like my heart is going to bust out of my chest. At least I got to see those cute bunnies before I get kidnapped. One the guys grabs my arm and I shut my eyes as tight as I can. The arm is quickly ripped from my arm but I don’t dare to look.

“Excuse me gentleman what are you doing picking on a small child?” My eyes open instantly because I recognized the voice, it’s Anthony!

The men stumble over their words and one defends themselves “Their my younger sibling! We tease each other all the time they are such a brat.”

“Oh that is very strange because that's actually my sibling,” Anthony grabs the man by his shirt. I have never seen Anthony this angry I swear his face is turning red. “Now that is something really peculiar to lie about. Isn’t it BENEDICT! “ He shouts Benedict's name and Benedict, Colin, and Simon appear.

Benedict makes a fist and pounds it into his own hand. Next thing I know one of the guys is fleeing but the other one is still stuck in Anthony’s grasp and he looks petrified. “Please let me go she looked lost I was trying to help,” he blubbers.

“Yes, and that’s why your friend ran away like a scared little cat,” Simon announces from behind Anthony.

“I’m I’m sorry please just let me go!” He begs to my brother.

“hmm, like you were going to let my sister go?” Anthony says tilting his head.

“I’ll never do it again,” he whimpers.

“Oh so this is a hobby of yours?” Benedict chimes in.

The guy frantically waves his hands in denial and Anthony drops him to the ground and kicks him in the gut. “You are lucky my siblings are here or else I would have killed you. I think Lady Whistledown ruining your life will be enough though no chance of your filth procreating.” He snaps and spits on the man clutching his stomach.

Anthony picks me up “Now let’s get you home Y/N you gave us one hell of fright.Don’t ever run off like that again.” He says the last part sternly but kisses the top of my head

I pull my paper scraps out that I had and use my quil to draw a quick picture of a bunny.

“Oh that’s why ran off to see bunnies? They are not my favorite animal big rats they are. Horses on the other hand.” Anthony shakes his head

Benedict shakes his head “You are so wrong! Bunnies are adorable and make great drawing subjects. How could anyone resist bunnies!”

I nod my head vigorously in agreement and smile. I am really glad my family found me they are the best protectors you could ask for or not ask for in Daphne’s case. I love them!

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domesticated-chaos-uwu · 11 months

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HEY PLEASE SPREAD THIS TO HELP A FELLOW NERD IN LITERATURE UNI

So I really want to write a paper about Percy Jackson because I love the series but specifically I want to focus on how Rick's book started as a bedtime story for his son with ADHD and dyslexia and then how through the whole process of writing, editing and marketing it was made sure that the Lightning Thief would reach a wide audience of children and teens that were similar to his son and saw themselves in Percy. Basically how focusing on a specific demographic can booster popularity with the Lightning Thief as my major example. If you know any papers on anything related to that subject, or even anything on the Lightning Thief's pipularity in general, even if you just have tips on how to look beyond Google Scholar I am begging you to comment or reblog or DM or whatever but please please please tell me. Sending love, A desperate student trying to make change at their uni <3

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writethesleepaway · 2 years

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Just Give Me A Chance!

Summary: The 4 times Steve tried to ask you out and the 1 time you accepted.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader

WC: 4643

Warnings: nothing but fluf!! also reader has military parents in this

A/N: i am such a sucker for this whole 'the x times blah blah and the 1 time' also! first gn!reader post, PLEASE LET ME KNOW if i have used gendered terms in this i'm trying to get more into writing gn!reader works <3

(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

At the lockers

The rush of students pouring into the front doors startled you, surprised at the fact that so many kids showed up early. You had come early so the counselor could show you around the school, the 7th school you had moved to. Growing up with a father in the military meant moving around, and you'd think that you'd be more used to the process. Alas, each move was as difficult as the others, taking you seemingly longer each time to adapt to the new environment. Kids ran past you as you took your time, eyes scanning over the paper in front of you that told you your schedule. Glancing at your watch, you knew you could take your time, until the sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention.

"Hey, Y/N right?" he asked. You turned to your left to see him, a tall figure with preppy clothing and oddly voluminous hair. Two of his friends waited a couple of feet behind him, talking amongst themselves against the lockers.

"Uh, yeah? How do you know my name?" you asked, looking up at the boy talking to you. He smiled at hearing your voice, now pressing his arm above your head against the lockers, leaning into you.

"How can I not? Pretty little thing like you shows up and I just had to know who you were."

"That's kinda creepy considering this is my first day here. You sneak into the admissions office just to find me?" you asked, causing his confidence to slightly drop.

"I have my ways, wouldn't you just like to know them?" he teased.

"I really wouldn't." you deadpanned. A look of shock spread across his face, was he used to having people fawn over him so easily? You continued to read over your paper until you noticed he hadn't left. Before you could ask him why he was still there, he spoke up.

"Say, why don't I take you out on a date, hm? This Friday, we can go to the movies and have a picnic?"

"No thank you, I have more important things to do in this town."

"In Hawkins? Baby, I'm the most important thing here!"

Your eyes shot up, glaring at the boy standing in front of you. You had no idea who he was but your mouth turned sour at the distaste you felt from his flirting. The ego, the hair, the theatrics, it was all too much.

"Tell that to General Tucker."

"General Tucker, the guy who shows up to all the Hawkins events? Fought in 'Nam right?"

"Yeah, that's my dad. I'm accompanying him to meetings."

"Wait, your dad is General Tucker?"

"Yup."

"Oh shit, well, see you around sweet thing!" he called out as he tripped on his own feet while trying to run away, singaling to his friends to run as well. You laughed at the interaction, funny how one mention of your father could make him run for the hills. You were a bit concerned at not knowing his name, now you couldn't ask around about him, but he quickly left your mind as you heard the bell ring.

2. At the park

Giggles erupted from your younger brother and sister as you mimicked an airplane with the fork. They happily babbled as they tried to chew the pasta salad you fed them. You felt content as the warm sun shone down on you and your siblings enjoyed a picnic at the park. After having been told to care for them due to an impromptu meeting that your parents had to attend, you decided to use the nice spring weather to your advantage, and take everyone out to get some fresh air.

"Hey, Y/N, funny seeing you here!" a voice called out just as you were going to eat some food yourself. Your brother asked 'who's that?' as you turned your head to see the same, egotistical, fluffy-haired boy approach you, making you roll your eyes.

"And who are these little guys?" he asked as he ruffled your sister's hair and gave your brother a high five.

"Mattoo!" "Belly!" your siblings called out, basking in the attention the boy gave them.

"My siblings, Mathew and Bella." you answered as you continued to eat your pasta salad.

"Am I interrupting a family picnic or something? Where's the general?" he asked as he sat down next to you and grabbed a chip.

"Away at a meeting, I'm in charge, and yes you're interrupting." you replied, snatching the chip back out of his hands and throwing it onto your plate.

"Yeesh, Y/N, you're so feisty!"

"I'm not feisty, I just don't like talking to strangers."

"Me? I'm not a stranger, we go to school together!"

"I don't even know your name."

"Really? You haven't heard people talk about me by now?"

"Well, I've heard multiple girls giggle over some 'Steve' with nice hair, but I assumed it wasn't you."

"Why wouldn't I be Steve?"

"Your hair looks like a bird's nest that someone throw a hair spray smoke bomb inside of."

"I- well damn, that's the first time I've ever heard that, you're creative."

"So you are Steve."

"The one and only" Steve held out his hand to shake yours, flashing you his signature smile. You looked down at his hand, looked back up at him, and continued to eat your food.

"Why are you here, Steve?"

"I meant what I said you know, I'd see you around!"

"I haven't seen you in school for like 6 months!"

"Okay well, I was kinda, intimidated, after you told me your dad was Tucker. He's kinda a big deal, y'know?"

"Is he? I had no idea."

"That was sarcasm, wasn't it..."

"Oh so you do have something in that head of yours other than the hair spray leaking into your ears!"

Steve shoved your shoulder, laughing at your comment, secretly trying to hide his hurt.

"HEY! NO HITTING Y/N!" Matthew yelled as he proceeded to fling his salad at Steve. You couldn't help but burst out into laughter as Steve was continuously hit with various pieces of veggies and pasta, laughing even more when your sister joined in and flung her food at Steve as well.

"Okay that's enough!" you called out as you sat back up. You had to hunch over to hold your stomach from laughing too hard.

"I'm okay, I promise, I'm okay. Matthew, apologize to Steve for throwing your food at him."

"No! He hit you! "Steve say sorry Y/N!" he cried out.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, for hitting you." he whispered, still bracing himself for more pasta to be thrown his way.

"Okay, sorry Steve." Matthew muttered as he wiped his hands and offered Bella the napkin.

"Sorry Steve, but it was really funny..." you exclaimed as you picked pieces of food off of him and out of his hair.

"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, god that was intoxicating. If it takes being attacked by pasta salad to hear you laugh I'll gladly go through it forever. Come on, go out with me? I'll make more pasta salad for your brother to throw at me." Steve exclaimed as he looked up at you with wide eyes and a grin plastered on his face.

"Aren't you just a sweet talker. Go away Steve, I don't think my siblings like your presence." you explained as you wiped your own hands.

"I'll be back before you know it, sweetheart!" he called out as he walked away, smiling to himself at having been able to talk to you for a little longer this time.

3. At the party.

Sometimes you felt sad at the fact that your father was in the military. He had little to no time for you and the rest of the family, he was always somewhere else, and he was the reason why you had such a disruptive highschool experience. But tonight, you were so glad he was gone, as you had received a call at 12:17AM, saying your friend Ashley was puking, and needed a ride home. You pulled up to the side of the house that was booming with music, colourful lights shining out the window. The familiar feeling of anxiety slowly creeped up on you, you weren't too fond of parties, only going to small mixers where you knew at least 3-4 people who'd be attending. Pushing the concerns to the back of your mind, you pushed your way through the masses of people crowding the enterance to the house. "Billy! Billy! Billy!" they chanted as some guy, presumably Billy, did a keg stand.

Your eyes searched through the waves of people dancing and drinking, trying to find your other friend Alice, who had called you about Ashley.

"Alice! Alice?" you called out, eventually giving up as the music drowned out your voice, along with several other people who were already singing.

"Y/N, is that you...?" a familiar voice asked. You turned around to see Steve, donning a an all black outfit, signature hair all fluffed up. The sharp scent of alcohol invaded your senses, causing you to take a step back from him.

"Steve, are you drunk?"

"I don't know am I?" he asked as he grabbed your hand and started walking away.

"Hold on, slow down! I need to find my friend!"

"So you're not here to party?"

"No! I don't party, I'm just here for Ashley!"

"Oh wait, Ashley Fraiser?"

"Yeah, you know her?"

"Not really, but some girl named Alice told me to tell you if you showed up that Ashley went home with her boyfriend Hank."

"Oh... Then where's Alice?"

"I think she went hom with Ashley and Hank too!"

"Oh okay, well, bye then!"

Steve tightened his grip on your wrist, forcing you to turn and face him again.

"Come on, you just got here, let's dance!"

"Steve, you're drunk, let go of me, I don't want to dance."

"Why does everybody keep saying that tonight..." he whispered as he softened his hold, slumping onto the floor.

"Wait, what? Okay, that's it, come on Steve let's get you outside." you explained as you tried to bring him up. Your efforts failed as he reached out his arms and effectively yanked you down onto the floor next to him. Feeling that you wouldn't really be able to move him, you accepted your new position.

"What's wrong now? Who told you they don't want to dance?"

"Nance..."

"Nancy? Your girlfriend?"

"Ex, girlfriend. She went home with Jonathan..."

"Wait, what? I don't understand, she dumped you and went home with Jonathan?"

"She didn't even dump me, she just said it was bullshit! That all of it was bullshit, our love, our relationship..."

"Oh Steve, I'm so sorry..." you murmured as you ran your hand up and down his back. He turned into you and pulled you into a hug, surprising you.

"I'm sorry, shouldn't have done that."

"What, hug me?"

"Yeah, you don't like me..."

"Steve, it's not that I don't like you, I'm just... it's hard, yknow? It's hard to adjust when you move around as much as I do... I try not to get attached to so many people too quick because I never know when it's time to up and move again."

"Oh... Makes sense, I guess. Can I hug you again?" You turned to look at his face, eyes glossy, brimmed with tears, and cheeks red from the drinks he chugged. You felt a twang in your heart as you couldn't help but sympathize for the boy. It seemed like he genuinely really cared for Nancy, especially after not caring about girls that much, which you discovered after asking your friends about him. She seemed pretty sweet too, although the way in which she left Steve wasn't cool.

"Yeah, you can hug me." you answered, opening up your arms to hold him.

"This is nice, you're so nice." he whispered into your ear.

"Thank you, you're so nice too."

"Does this mean we can finally go out now? I've asked you like, twice, before, yknow." he stuttered as he held his hand to his head, presumably to nurse the oncoming headache.

"Steve, your ex just left you, and you're drunk at some party. Let's get you home, come on, up you get." you explained as you pulled him off of the floor and dragged him towards your car.

"I live 3 streets away from you, in the grey house." he slurred as he leaned against your car, waiting for you to open the door for him.

"I know, I've heard."

"Do you wanna come into my house with me? My parents aren't home, we don't even have to have sex, I just wanna cuddle."

"Steve, I've told you this before, you're drunk, and you have some thinking to do. Now put on your seat belt and hold your head out the window, you better not throw up in my car."

"Yes Ma'am!" he saluted before slumping his head against the window as you slowly drived away from the party.

4. At the hospital

Panic ripped through your body as you rushed through the hospital doors. Your eyes frantically searched the floor for 116A as you ran around, asking nurses as to where you could find a Matthew Tucker. It happened during your last period in school, when the secretary came to tell you that your brother had run across the street to find a baseball and had been hit by a kid on a bike. You swore under your breath, mad that your parents had left, again, leaving you in charge of your siblings.

"Y/N Tucker?" a nurse called out, stopping you short in your tracks.

"Yes, that's me!" you responded.

"Matthew's in here!" she yelled across the hallway, pointing at a room for you to enter.

"Oh my god, Matthew!" you called out as you ran into the room, rushing to his side. Bruises were littered across his face and shoulder and his left leg was in a cast, held up into the air.

"Hi Y/N!" he whispered, surprisingly enthusiastically.

"Hi Y/N? Hi Y/N? Are you kidding me?! What were you thinking! I always tell you to look both ways before crossing the street! You could have been seriously hurt, or worse!"

"I know, I'm sorry! But my ball, I needed my ball!" he tried to reason with you, unsure of why you were so upset.

"No Matthew, you needed to be safe! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I heard what had happened?"

"I'm sorry Y/N..." he muttered before he started crying, causing nurses to rush in and try to calm him down, as he had to keep still as his cast was setting.

"I can't deal with this right now..." you said to yourself as you left the room, trying to find a water fountain, hoping that cool water would calm you down. As you walked around, your eyes fell on Steve who was sat on the edge of the bed holding an icepack against his head and face.

"Holy shit, Steve?!" you yelled as you ran into the room, shocked to see the state he was in.

"Oh heeeey Y/N! Funny, we keep on bumping into each other!" he giggled as he opened and closed his fist, making grabby hands at you. You grabbed his hand as you looked him up and down, trying to figure out what happened.

"Not funny Steve, what the hell happened to you?" you asked.

"I got into a fight with some kid, they kept on making comments about Dustin."

"Oh, those sophomores who see you as a dad?"

"Mom, excuse me, I'm more caring than that."

"How's your face?"

"Sore, but I'm still pretty right?"

"Yes Steve, don't worry, you're still pretty."

He pumped his fist in the air and whispered 'still got it' to himself as you ran your fringers over his bruises.

"Why are you here Y/N?" he asked, still holding your hand.

"Matthew got hit by a kid on a bike, he's in the other room."

"Oh my god, is he okay?!"

"Yeah, nurse said he's just got a fractured leg, but it couldn't have happened at a more inconvenient time."

"Inconvenient? I didn't know you were supposed to plan getting hit by bikes." Steve joked, causing the two of you to chuckle.

"It's inconvenient because we're moving soon."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah... I'm off to Maine tomorrow morning."

"Hold on, are you serious?"

"As serious as can be Harrington."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would have taken you out on a date."

"You're still on that huh? Do you remember what I told you at that party?"

"Uhhh something about not getting too attached?"

"Yeah, that's exactly why I didn't tell you."

"Oh come on Y/N, let me take you out, at least tonight, please? It'll be the best night of your life!"

"Steve, my parents are away and I have to take care of Matthew and Bella, it's bad enough that Matthew has a broken leg. And you're in no condition to go out either!"

"Let me come over then? I'll cook for you, siblings included."

"You really know how to make someone feel special don't you Steve?"

"I only wanna make you feel special, Tucker."

"It's not happening." The nurse entered the room, asking for you to come back to see Matthew.

"Oh well, I've got to go, but, it was nice knowing you Steve. Glad you've fixed your hair now."

"Wait, will I ever see you again?"

"I don't know."

"Can I have a contact, like a phone number or an address?"

"Steve... It's not worth it, I'm telling you."

"No, you can't tell me what's worth it or not, Y/N please just give me a phone number, I want to keep in contact with you."

"Fine, but don't be upset if I don't pick up, or worse, if dad picks up."

"General Tucker does not scare me anymore!" Steve exclaimed as he held his hand up to salute, hitting his bruise instead, enticing a groan. You laughed at his behaviour.

"Take care, okay?"

"Okay, you too Y/N, and seriously, stay in touch, yeah?"

"I'll try!" you called out as you walked to see your brother. A part of you felt upset at having to leave Hawkins, you had come to like this small town and the variety of people that came with it. A different part of you was upset at having to leave Steve, you had come to see a whole different side of him and wondered what would have happened if you actually gave him a chance. But your thoughts quickly disappeared as you talked to Matthew, reminding him of your big move tomorrow.

5. At the Family Video

"Hey, welcome to Family Video!" Steve called out as he heard the door bell ring. The year was 1988 and he had managed to stay at the same job for over 6 months. He was surprised he was stable enough to deal with some of the most stingy customers especially after dealing with the Upside Down once again and Vecna.

"Bella, come on! Let's watch BeetleJuice!"

"No, are you crazy, that's nightmare fuel!"

Steve's head shot up at the sound of the customers arguing near the entrance to the store. He recognized Matthew and Bella, the two siblings of the person he had grown to fall in love with. After your move to Maine, Steve called you about once a week, updating you on all of his crazy adventures, even to the point of worrying you when you wouldn't get a call. You had believed him because your dad had been one of the key members on the military squad assigned to deal with all the shenanigans that went down in Hawkins. About a year after, you were forced to move to Guam, effectively cutting off your communication with Steve.

His heart had broken, he cried for several nights at not being able to hear from you again, although he would never admit that. When he explained everything to Dustin, he laughed at him, teasing him for falling in love over the phone, and not before you had left, but shut up when he mentioned how him and Suzie maintained their relationship over the radio. Steve wondered what you looked like now, having been graduated for a year.

"Hey, can we rent this one?" Bella asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah sure, how old are you?" Steve asked, suspiciously eyeing the two children in front of him.

"12!" "14!" They called out, swearing after they realised they had given two different numbers.

"Hold on, don't we know you?" Matthew asked, trying to cover up the mistake.

"Do you? Who are you?"

"I'm Matthew Tucker, this is my sister Bella, we used to live here 4 years ago."

"Oh wait, you know our sibling! You're the guy who was totally in love with them!"

"Wait, you're Matthew and Bella Tucker, as in, Y/N Tucker's siblings?"

"Yeah! You're the Steve guy right?"

"Yeah, I'm Steve. What the hell are you doing back here?"

"Matthew had a huge meltdown in Guam and said he liked it best in Hawkins so we moved back here after my dad retired." Bella answered, earning her a smack on the shoulder from her brother.

"Did not!" he yelled through his teeth as Steve laughed.

"So does this mean that Y/N is back too?"

"Nah, not yet, they're in Europe right now, something about wanting to actually live her life without having to take care of us."

"What, no? They'll be back tomorrow dumbass."

"Oh yeah woops, coming back tomorrow!"

Steve felt his heart race at the thought of possibly seeing Y/N again. He wasn't prepared to see Matthew and Bella and he definitely wasn't prepared to see Y/N again, he had so much to do! He needed a hair cut, maybe a better outfit, would he go to see her, would she go to see him? So many questions ran through his mind.

"Okay Steve, good to see you, but seriously can we get the movie now?" Bella spoke up.

"Oh yeah, here, it's 3.50. Say, what will Y/N do when they're back here? A job, or just staying at home?"

"I think they said something about working at the flower shop, they fell in love with flowers while in France or something."

"Cool cool cool, got it. Enjoy the movie!" Steve yelled as he ran to the back of the store, quickly dialling Robin's number. Matthew and Bella shrugged at each other, running out of the store and happy at having successfully rented the movie.

"Robin! Do you remember Y/N?" Steve asked.

"Duh, they're all you really talk about..."

"Well they're back! Like, here, in Hawkins!"

"WHAT? Steve you gotta do something man! Finally ask them out, and successfully this time!"

"I know! Apparently they're going to work at the flower shop, so I might see Y/N there!"

"You got this! Just, don't make your hair too poofy!"

"Ha ha, very funny, bye Robin! Oh also you're in charge of rewinding the 17 adult films Mr. Smith dropped off this afternoon!"

"Wait wh-" Robin's voice was cut off as Steve hung up, grabbing his jacket and keys. Even though he knew you were working at the flower shop, he wanted to get you some anyways, as a 'welcome back, please finally go out on a date with me' gift. He sped away from the Family Video towards the flower store, practically stumbling over his own feet as he rushed through the doors.

"Hello, welcome to Flora's Flowers! What are you looking for!" a voice yelled from behind the counter.

"I can just wait for you to come here!" Steve yelled back as he looked around at the options.

"No it's fine, just yell at me, tell me what you want! I'm in the back with more flowers anyways so I can get what you need while I'm here!"

Steve racked his brain trying to remember what your favourite flowers were, knowing that you had had this conversation before. Of course, there was a chance that your preferences had changed, especially after 'falling in love with flowers in Europe' but he thought he might as well take a chance.

"Uhh, do you have lillies?"

"Yeah, but who died?"

"What? What does that have to do with death?"

"Lillies are for people who've died, they're funeral flowers! Different flowers are used for different people who've died!"

"Uhhh, it's not for someone who died! I wanna ask this person out, they like red lilies!"

"Okay, one sec I'll be right out!"

"Funny, red lilies are my favourite flower, and I don't know many others who like them!" the voice called out.

Steve's expression dropped as he saw who walked out of the back. So did yours, at seeing Steve. He immediately noticed how your skin was a bit darker and a tattoo of a bouqet of flowers on your forearm. You noticed how his hair was less voluminous, and his face had aged slightly. As if you had communicated telepathically you dropped the flowers and ran past the counter to tackle Steve into a hug.

"Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit you're here!" he whispered as he hugged you back, squeezing onto your waist.

"Hi! I'm back, yeah!" you called out, rubbing your hands along his back.

"I thought, I thought you were coming tomorrow? Matthew and Bella stopped into where I work and said you'd be back tomorrow!"

"I know, that's what they think, but I came a day early to surprise them! I didn't know you'd still be here!"

"Of course I'd be here! Where else would I go? Hawkins is shitty but it is home..."

The two of you separated as you looked at Steve, admiring him after missing him for so long. Truth be told you had fallen for him too, but you forced your feelings down when you went on your trip to Europe. Naturally, your heart betrayed you, bringing back those same feelings ot the forefront of your mind.

"About those flowers..." Steve started.

"Oh my god, were they for me?" you asked excitedly.

"Yeah... I wasn't sure how I was going to find you, I didn't know when you'd be working and I didn't know Matthew or Bella's addresses or numbers, but I thought I might as well try. It's kinda pointless now that you know."

"Uh no, I still have a business to run, thank you very much. That'll be 15 dollars for the lilies!" you teased, holding the bouquet out to him. He played along, putting the money in your hand and holding the flowers.

"So, when are you gonna ask this special someone out?" you asked, looking up at Steve.

"When their shift is over at..."

"5!" you answered.

Steve glanced at the clock and shook his head.

"Fuck it, I can't wait, Y/N, will you finally go out with me? I think I've waited long enough."

"Hmm... Have you? You've waited 4 years, I feel like you can wait some more."

Steve's face dropped and you burst into laughter, taking off your vest and walking out past the counter.

"I'm kidding, yes, I'd love to go out with you." you answered, taking the flowers from his hands and smelling them.

"What about your shift?"

"Eh, I can afford to close an hour early. Now come on, pretty boy, I owe you a date."

Steve beamed as he looked down at your hand holding his own. It was about damn time that he was able to take you out.

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kyufessions · 1 year

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parlor

synopsis: you accompany your boyfriend to the tattoo and piercing parlor

genre: just fluff

pairings: boyfriend! keeho x g.n. s/o

word count: 0.8k

a/n: just a small, shitty writing. we need keeho with a nose ring yall <;/3

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

“are you sure you wanna do this?” you question your boyfriend, rubbing small circles onto his forearm as he signs some paperwork on the black clipboard in front of him.

his facial expression never changes, the excitement yet hint of nervousness never fading an inch. the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips brings one upon yours as well. “i’m positive!” he exclaims, dotting his last ‘I’ before putting all the papers back in neat order for the piercer. “i’ve been waiting for years for this, i’m not backing down now.”

“you said that before and did just that.”

“hey, im a changed man now.”

“keeho, baby, that was only two weeks ago.”

you watched him stand up with a small, dramatic grunt. “like i said: a changed man.” he walked over to the counter, handing the piercer the clipboard and saying he was ready whenever the piercer themselves were with an excited smile.

shifting on the leather sofa to face his direction, you gave him a thumbs up as his eyes met yours. “did you want me to go back there with you?”

“please?” was all he said before the piercer told him he was all ready for him and started walking towards the piercing room down the hall with you and keeho following closely behind.

your hand slipped into his as you walked towards the room, rubbing small circles into the back of his hand to calm him down before getting his new piercing. your boyfriend wasn’t really one for piercings, but he’s been wanting to get a nose piercing ever since you met him a few years back. at first he said he wasn’t sure how he would look with one so he would just ‘sit on it’. then recently he decided to finally go through with getting one, except whenever he would park by the meter in front of the parlor he would drive off due to being too scared by the pain he would endure. but when he told you about his worries, you convinced him to go with you and promised to hold his hand throughout the piercing process- which he agreed to because there’s no else he’d want by his side through something like this.

keeho sat down on the leather bench, watching the piercer clean the tools and talking him through the quick and very minimal pain process. throughout the entire process, you held his hand tightly and never let go. you continued to rub circles into his hand and watched him as he took in deep breaths when instructed and exhaled whenever told to. watching the needle go through his nose and the jewelry being inserted, you noticed him not flinching one bit but also having his eyes closed the entire time with occasionally flickering open his eyes to peek at the process as if he were watching a scary movie.

after the piercer inserted a simple silver nose stud, the smile on your boyfriend's face grew as he noticed himself in the mirror. the love he had for this small piece of jewelry made your heart flutter tremendously- you can tell his confidence was boosted by this small seventy dollar piercing. you brought your lips to his hand, placing a small peck on one of his knuckles before his voice was heard.

“do you like it?” he questioned you, turning to face you as he pointed to his nose.

you nodded reassuringly, your smile almost as bright as his. “i love it! you look way better than i could have ever imagined, baby.”

the piercer cleaned everything up in the room before walking both of you to the counter, telling him everything he had to do to ensure the safety of his piercing. you both thanked them for his time, giving him a twenty dollar bill as a tip and heading out to his car. walking out hand in hand, he drags you over to the spray painted wall with art and begging you to take photos of him with his new jewelry.

“don’t i look so good?” he half-asked half-commented between photos, popping the collar of his jean jacket for a dramatic effect.

you nodded, a small laugh leaving your lips. “always have and always will, baby.”

“no but i look extra cool, don’t i? i feel unstoppable right now.” he replied, running towards you to look at the hundreds of photos you just took of him.

each one made him smile wider than the last, pointing out small flaws about the lighting from the setting sun or the way the nose stud accentuated his facial features. while he was busy admiring himself with his new piercing on his photos, you stood there with your arms snaked around his waist and head propped on top of his shoulder with stinging admiration. everything about him was utterly beautiful to you, you couldn’t feel more lucky to have someone this stunning to call yours.

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little-spoiled-brat · 2 years

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Hey there, how are you today? look, i don't know if you do headcanoons or just do fics but if you do, could you please write about Levi having a crush on a strategic reader?? and could you write about how would be everyone's reaction (Hange, Erwin and Mike) of having someone with great plans that never fails?

(you don't need to the other idea if you don't feel confortable, just Levi hc's is enough)

plus: forgive me for my terrible english!

pairing: levi x reader

cw: a lot of explaining of the long range scouting formation, a bit longer than usual, levi and y/n crushing on each other

author's note: let's just pretend that y/n was the one who came up with the long range scouting formation. sorry, erwin <3

- never fails -

you sat in the meeting room with the rest of the higher ups. the survey corps were set to have another expedition in attempt to retake wall maria by the end of the next month but due to the high casualty rate from the last expedition, erwin was hesitating on pushing through.

"the forest of giant trees is the mid point but getting there would already cause so many casualties" erwin started, the tone of his voice was calm yet you still heard the stress it held.

"we can take down any titans that could come our way, everyone has been trained enough to protect themselves but with unforeseen circumstances, one way or another, we can't save everyone" erwin said, sighing deeply and looking at everyone in the room.

"how about we avoid them?" you said as everyone looked at you. erwin stayed silent, nodding at you to continue with whatever plan you had in mind.

"we can't fight off every titan that we might come across, given our limited supplies and it would take too long since we come across titans every five minutes whenever were out there. how about we avoid them instead? we make a formation and we spread out, place the squads strategically that way we can still fight from all angles if titans do attack us at some point" you said, looking at erwin. everyone stayed quiet, processing your words in their heads.

you grabbed a piece of paper that you brought with you at the start of the meeting, you set the paper down in the middle of the table and grabbed yourself a pen.

"there. command is at front center, the squads that can take down titans are around the formation, relay is next to them so they can report if any titans are seen, support teams, carts with supplies and first aid inside the formation since they are the ones that need to be protected the most if we want to reach the forest" you explained, drawing the entire formation on the paper. erwin grabbed it once you finished, analyzing it further on his own.

"the formation could work. it's just a matter of which squads are placed where" levi commented, glancing at you as you caught his eye. a blush tinted your cheeks when your eyes locked, a smile threatening to pull at the corner of your lips as you cleared your throat to snap yourself out of it before turning back to erwin.

"and we can use different colored flares to indicate what kind of titans are seen, command can use directional flares to redirect the entire formation without breaking it" hange added, miche exhaling in agreement next to her.

"alright. we'll push through with this strategy. levi, y/n, i need you two to help with placing the squads since the both of you are the ones training the cadets the most. hange and miche, you can work at the colored flares" erwin said, setting the drawn formation down on the table and taking down his own notes.

"thank you, y/n. everyone dismissed" erwin said with a smile. you gathered your stuff, exiting the meeting room with everyone else.

"good job, brat" levi said, briefly walking up next to you before heading to his office. you smiled at the compliment, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from squealing and rushing to your own office.

for the next few days, you closely worked with levi and erwin in finalizing the formation - strategically placing the squads in the places where they would be able to work the best.

once the formation was finished, along with the colored flares from hange, the information was relayed to the rest of the regiment.

a few weeks passed and it was finally time for the expedition. erwin went through with the last minute important information, giving his motivational speech as the gates was opened and everyone rode out.

"be careful out there, brat" levi said, riding out next to you as you turned to him. this was the first time that your squads weren't going to be within eyesight from each other during an expedition.

as much as levi doesn't want to admit it, he felt nervous to not have you within his line of sight. although he never doubted your skills and he knew that you could protect yourself and your squad, he still felt the need to protect you.

the raven haired captain had grew fond over you in the years that passed, so it was only instinct to him to protect those who meant most to him - to protect the one he loves.

"i will. be careful too, levi" you said, nodding at him. levi smiled a bit, his stoic mask cracking for you for a split second before nodding and getting into formation with the rest of his squad.

it didn't take long until red flares were shot into the sky, some black. a green flare was shot into the sky from command, redirecting the entire formation.

"forward. get to the forest of giant trees as soon as possible" you ordered, your squad replying with a crisp 'roger' before riding out faster. it was about three hours since the survey corps left the walls that you finally reached the forest of giant trees.

"set up camp, get as high in the trees as you can" you said to your squad as they nodded, setting up camp as ordered. you went to go find the rest of the higher ups, scanning the area to see that most made it - some with minor injuries but thankfully, no major casualties unlike usual.

"y/n, over here!" hange called out, waving her arms at you as you chuckled and went over to her. you joined the rest of the superiors, scanning the group as your smile quickly disappeared when you realized that one was missing.

levi.

"where's levi?" you asked, a bit of worry making it's way to your voice. you mentally recalled where his squad was placed in the formation, remembering that his was on the right wing where most of the flares came from.

"we're still waiting on the other squads from the right wing" erwin answered, turning to the next cadet that gave his report.

you turned to the entrance to the forest, did the formation not work? was squad levi's placement compromised their safety? a million questions flooded your mind, worry slowly consuming you.

"commander! squad levi is back, most of the right wing was attacked by titans but no major casualties apart from a few injured. the formation and the avoiding of titans strategy worked, casualties are drastically lower than the previous expedition" a cadet reported, a smile broke through on erwin's serious expression at the news that he heard.

"levi!" you called out, catching a glimpse of a head of black hair as your feet moving on their own and you ran towards him. you suddenly wrapped him in a hug, levi took a split second to process your arms around him but he found himself hugging you back as a blush tinted his cheeks.

it then dawned on you that you were hugging him, your cheeks flushed red as you shyly pulled away from him and cleared your throat.

"thank the walls you're okay. i thought the formation didn't work" you said, chuckling nervously at him. levi smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately as you pouted at him and he chuckled.

"it worked, brat. no major casualties and we reached the forest with big ass trees" levi said, looking at the giant trees that surrounded him. you laughed and shook your head at him, finding yourself falling even more for the captain in front of you.

"come on, erwin's post expedition meeting is starting soon" you said, absentmindedly grabbing levi's hand out of instinct. his eyes travelled to your entwined hands, another blush tinting his cheeks as he slightly tightened his grip on your hand.

"there is y/n! great work with the formation, casualties drastically dropped because of you!" hange said, suddenly grabbing you from levi and shaking you excitedly.

"tch. we're going to lose the strategic one and we're all going to be titan shit if you keep shaking y/n like that, shitty glasses" levi said, grabbing you back from hange as you regained balance from being shook like that.

"thank you, hange" you chuckled, smiling at her as she grinned at you. erwin called you over as you went over to him to the front, the entirety of the regiment was gathered around for the post expedition meeting.

"for the first time in years, the expedition had no major casualties and it's all because of y/n and the long range scouting formation" erwin started as everyone cheered and clapped for you.

meanwhile, levi stood in the crowd, a smile on his face as he looked at you. that was one of the many things that he loved about you, how every plan that you make up never fails, how flawless you were as a person and as a soldier.

miche suddenly nudged him on the side and hange stood next to him, both section commanders smirking and wiggling their eyebrows at the captain as he rolled his eyes at them.

"and good job to you for picking the one who's plans never fails" hange teased, nudging levi repeatedly as miche exhaled in agreement.

"tch. shut up, shitty glasses" levi grumbled, crossing his arms and looking back at you while you got congratulated and praised. the smile on his face returned as he admired you from afar, for now.

it was true, you never fail when it comes to strategies and you also never fail to make his heart skip a beat and make him fall for you harder every single day.

#levi x y/n #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #aot x y/n #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot fluff #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk x reader #snk x y/n #snk fluff

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Hey so um if req are open can you do Hannibal Lecter with a age regressing s/o and they start throwing a tantrum like they threw their drawing on the floor after ripping it up saying it’s ugly and then they maybe refuse to clean up their toys and stuffies I’m just curious how he’d react to that.

Please and thank you in advance

PAIRING: Hannibal x Age Regressed Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 619

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! You didn't specify gender, so I went with female I hope you don't mind, it's a little easier for me to write for unless requested otherwise.

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It's been brewing all day. With a stomp of your foot on your ripped into a million-piece drawing, you begin to pace, walking over the pieces of paper, stomping, and growling. Little did you know Hannibal was behind you, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe.

"What are you doing? You've ripped up your picture? Why?" He asked.

"It was ugly! It was hidious! It was all wrong!" You yell.

"Well, that was no reason to rip it up."

"Yes, it was!"

"No, now you've made a mess."

"So!" You proceed to stomp on it, staring at him, using the ball of your foot; you twist it left and right as if smashing it into the floor.

"Now, now, Y/N, none of that." He shakes his head.

You look at him dead in the face, and you begin to jump on the ripped pieces. You pick up another drawing you hated and start ripping it up, snarling, growling, and ripping it into even smaller pieces throwing them to the ground. Shaking his head, he walks over to you, trying to not laugh, and tilts his head.

"And how does that make you feel, Love?"

"Don't get funny with me! It is ugly! And I don't care I made a mess!"

"You should be a good girl and clean it up."

"NO!"

"No? Really?"

"Yes! Really! I. Said. No! No! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!"

"Well then..." He rolls up his sleeves and begins to walk over to you. Gripping your arm, he pulls you to the couch, bends you over his knee and begins to tell you why he's about to punish you. "You don't yell, you clean up your messes, and tantrums are not going to get you very far. You're going to count to five."

Angry, you try and fight, but you know that will make things worse. Growling, he gives you a hard whack. Muttering, you begin to count, but he asks you to be clear in your words. Because "Good girls don't mumble." You hear in your head. You begin to cry after clearly speaking the number three. And full-blown tears by the number five.

When he is finished, he stands you up, fixes your dress and looks over your face. "Now, pick up your mess, and meet me in the bathroom." He tells you, cupping your face and kissing your tears. He smiles walking away. Looking over at him as he walks away, you let out a soft breath, wipe your nose with the back of your hand and begin to pick up your ripped papers, throwing them in the trash can by the door on your way to the bathroom.

On your way up the stairs, you hear the bathtub running, and you hear him humming. Walking in, you see he got it all set for you, with bubbles, and your favorite rubber ducky sitting on the edge of the tub. Looking over him, you step in, close the door, and he helps you undress to get in the tub. Letting out a small sigh, you look over his face, and he helps you into the tub. Once settled, he helps you wash, and with special care to your hair he smiles. Sitting there he quickly towel dries your hair, braiding it and moves to sit on the small chair across from you as you relax in the tub.

"And how are you feeling now, Love?"

"I feel... okay."

"Well, to be expected. When you're done how about we make dinner?"

You give a small nod and let out a soft breath, sinking down in to the tub with your rubber ducky in hands, letting everything sink in.

"Good girl." He kisses your forehead.

#hannibal imagine #hannibal x reader #hannibal x you #hannibal fluff #hannibal angst #hannibal smut #hannibal lecter imagine #Hannibal oneshot #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter angst #hannibal lecter #hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal netflix #mads mikkelsen #tellingyouastory

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dmbjexchange · 2 years

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Rarepair Exchange Guidelines

With a great deal of thanks and appreciation to @10yearpromise for letting us use their guidelines and instructions here and on AO3!

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Welcome to the DMBJ Rarepairs Exchange! This is a fic and art exchange for the fandom rarepairs, which we’re defining as any DMBJ ship which currently has less than 3% of DMBJ fic authors who have posted English-language fics for it on AO3.

In this exchange, participants will be anonymously matched to create gifts for one another during a two month creating period.

This exchange is open to all the DMBJ canons - if it’s DMBJ, then it’s eligible! It will take place on AO3, so you need an AO3 account to participate--if you don’t have one, you can request an invitation code here. If there isn’t enough time, no worries - contact the mods at [email protected] or here on tumblr (preferred) and we can send you an invitation!

Please read this post carefully before signing up.

Schedule

September 5: Signups open

September 11: Signups close

September 17: Assignments out

November 30: Assignments due

December 10: Fic and art reveals

December 17: Creator reveals & treats deadline

Guidelines

Your creation must focus on your recipient’s requested ship (or one or more of their requested ships, if they have nominated multiple ones). While unrequested background ships - including background ships which weren't eligible for Rarepair Exchange themselves - are fine (unless listed as a Do Not Want), the focused ship/s must be one or more of the requested ships. 1a. In polyamorous ships that comprise of a ship that would not be eligble on its own plus additional character/s, the focus of the requests and the works created for them must lie on the overall rarepair ship (for existing relationship works) or on addition of the new character/s, not on the non-eligible ship/s of the polycule (for example, a work created for a request of Baye/Zhang Qishan/Yin Xinyue must either focus on the three as a whole, or focus on Yin Xinyue becoming part of the relationship. The Baye/Zhang Qishan relationship must not be the focus).

You will be expected to create a gift matching your recipient’s request. Filling any specifying prompts is not obligatory, but try to create something you honestly think your recipient will enjoy!

You must not include anything that your recipient has listed as a DNW (Do Not Want).

The minimum requirements for the gifts are 300 words for fic or one sketch on unlined paper for art (traditional or digital; no manips).

After the matching is done, all the requests will be made visible to everyone to allow for treating! There are no minimum requirements for treats (but remember to mind your recipient’s do not wants!). You can also create manips and fanvids for treats.

This is an anonymous exchange: refrain from discussing your assignment in public. After the works are revealed, there'll be one week anon period when the creators remain anonymous before the creator reveals.

If at any point you need to drop out, just click on the “default” button on your AO3 assignment page (https://archiveofourown.org/users/YOURNAME/assignments); we’ll find a pinch hitter to create a gift for your recipient instead. If you need an extension to finish your gift, contact the mods before the deadline.

After the reveals, comment on your gift.

Most importantly: be excellent to each other!

Eligible Ships

An eligible ship for the Rarepair Exchange is any DMBJ ship which currently has less than 3% of DMBJ fic authors who have posted English-language fics for it on AO3. You can see how many authors are currently writing for each ship here.

For the 2022 exchange, this means that all DMBJ ships are eligible apart from the following:

* Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling * Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen * Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling * Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling * Wang Pangzi/Zhang Qiling * Baye/Zhang Rishan * Kan Jian/Liu Sang * Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie * Liang Wan/Zhang Rishan * Baye/Zhang Qishan * Er Yuehong/Zhang Qishan * Liu Sang/Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling * Hei Xiazi/Huo Xiuxiu/Xie Yuchen * Liu Sang/Wu Xie * Liu Sang/Zhang Rishan * Wu Xie/Xie Yuchen

These ships are all covered by other exchanges, such as the @10yearpromise / @pingxie-exchange, HeiHua Exchange, and Small-Med Ships Exchange.

Sign-Up information

Sign-ups will take place here on AO3, starting on September 6th. There, you can fill out details about your request and offer. You can edit your sign-up at any time until the sign-ups close on September 12th.

When signing up, you will be able to choose fandom and genre tags, as well as specify any additional details.

You will have to select the DMBJ canon you’re interested in creating and receiving a gift in:

Novels: Daomu Biji / The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles (including spinoffs, side stories, and extras)

TV: The Lost Tomb 1

TV: The Lost Tomb 2 Explore with the Note

TV: The Lost Tomb 2.5 Heavenly Palace on the Clouds

TV: Ultimate Note

TV: Sha Hai (and spin off movies)

TV: The Lost Tomb Reboot/The Sound of Providence (and spin offs)

TV: The Mystic Nine (and spin off movies)

Movie: Time Raiders

If you’re interested in a canon that is not currently a tag on AO3, such as the South Sea Archives, Moonfall Echo, or the donghua, you can say in your request details that you would like something in one of these canons. Please be aware, though, that the more obscure your request, the harder it will be for your gifter.

This does not mean that you’re limited to requesting or creating a work during the canon timelines for those series/books. It’s just to mark which canons you’re familiar with to allow for easier matching: some participants might have a preference for a particular canon era, some might not be familiar with all the versions. You still have to choose your preferred canon eras even if you want to create or receive an AU.

You will also have to specify genres you’re interested in:

Action/Adventure

Angst

Canon Compliant

Canon Divergent

Dark

Domesticity

Fluff

Humour

Crack

Hurt/Comfort

Porn With Plot (only select this if you’re 18+)

PWP (only select this if you’re 18+)

Request

In this section, you describe the gift you would like to receive.

Fandom - you have to choose at least one. If you’re willing to receive a gift in any canon era, you can just click “Any”!

Characters - you have to choose at least one character that you would like your gift to be about.

Relationships - you have to choose at least one rarepair that you would like your gifter to write / draw for you.

Genre/Additional Tags - you have to choose at least three tags.

Optional Details - here’s where you can go into more detail about your perfect exchange gift!

If you run out of slots in the Relationships section (there is a limit of 20), you can list additional potential rarepairs here. Also, if you don’t have a specific ship in mind, but would like any ship involving a particular character, you can say that instead (e.g. ‘Liu Sang / any’, ‘Pangzi / any’, etc.)

You can also include:

General Likes: your creator may, but doesn’t have to, include them. This isn’t a place for detailed prompts, just general themes you enjoy, like getting together or established relationship.

Please note that fics featuring QPRs, ace, and/or aro characters are absolutely valid things to request in a ship exchange. You may also request a fully platonic relationship if you wish.

DNW (Do Not Wants): things that your creator must not include - squicks, triggers, characters or things that you simply don’t like. Remember that you don’t owe anyone an explanation about why something is a DNW, and that DNW are not meant to be taken personally. Just list the things you don’t like, “DNW: X, Y.”

Prompts/specific ideas: if you have any prompts, you can also put them here! You can be as general or as detailed as you’d like, but remember that while your creator will try to make the best gift for you, filling a specific prompt is not obligatory. You can include a crossover prompt (with other DMBJ verse or other canons), but make sure it’s not the only prompt you have.

If you run out of space for your prompts, you can write a prompt post on another platform like Dreamwidth, Tumblr, GoogleDocs, etc. and put the link in your sign up.

If you chose novels as one of your fandoms, you can use this field to list the ones you’re familiar with, such as ‘Books 1-4′ , ‘main series only′, ‘main series + Southern Archives’, etc. If you're interested in receiving a Buried Tree Devil - Book 3 Donghua gift, you can also mention it here.

The requests will be made publicly visible after matching is done, so that others will be able to create treats (additional gifts) based on them!

Offer

Fandom - you have to choose at least one. If you can create works for any canon era, you can choose “Any”!

Characters - you have to choose at least one character you're willing to write about. If you're happy to write for any character, you can choose "Any".

Relationships - you have to choose at least one ship you're willing to write about. If you're happy to write for any ship, you can choose "Any".

Genre/Additional Tags - you have to choose at least three.

Optional Details - in this field, you can tell us more about the kind of works you like to create, for example if you really prefer established relationship, feel best with certain kinds of AUs, or like writing darkfic. We’ll take it into account when matching! By the same token, if there’s something you really don’t want to write, let us know here as well.

This includes any additional rarepairs and/or characters if you hit the 20 item limit abot, or relationship types that you particularly do or do not want to write for. If you list a preference about rarepairs / relationships to not for, we will endeavour to match you to a giftee who has not requested those things. If you do not specify a pairing to write or not write for, we will assume that you are okay with giving anything a shot!

If you chose novels as one of your fandoms, you can use this field to list the ones you’re familiar with, such as ‘Books 1-4′ , ‘main series only′, ‘main series + Southern Archives’, etc. If you’re interested in creating a Buried Tree Devil - Book 3 Donghua gift, you can also mention it here.

In the optional details of your offer, you can also name anyone you don’t want to be matched to, for example your regular beta, and we will do our best to avoid matching you!

The offers will only ever be visible to the mods; never to anyone else.

Your assignment

You will be matched to create a gift for someone who requested at least one of the fandoms that you offer, with as many similar genres/likes as possible. This exchange will be hand-matched, after using AO3’s matching algorithm to first generate the potential matches.

If you have any issues when you receive your assignment (you have a question about it or think there’s an issue with it), contact the mods as soon as possible. Do not contact your recipient on your own.

You will have to create a gift for your recipient, fulfilling the minimum requirements of fandom, genre, and ship, and avoiding any stated "do not wants". Filling exact prompts is optional, but try to create something matching your recipient's likes that they will enjoy!

You will have to post your gift to the exchange AO3 collection before the due date (November 30th), using the "gift this work to" option to give it to your recipient. Your work will remain in the collection only visible to you and the mods until the reveals happen. Remember to tag your work appropriately or use the "chose not to warn" warning.

Treating

Treats are additional gifts for the participants! To allow for treating, the requests will be made visible when matching is done. You can create treats at any time until the creator reveals! There are no minimum requirements for treats, and in addition to fic and art, manips and fanvids are also allowed. As with assignments, you have to respect the recipient’s Do Not Want, and while the optional details are optional, try to create something fitting the listed likes. One treat can only be gifted to one person.

Pinch Hits

In case someone needs to drop out, we will look for a pinch hitter to complete their assignment. Pinch hits will be posted to this tumblr and the DMBJ Yu Cun Discord.

Extensions

If you think you can finish your assignment, but you need a day or two more, you can always ask the mods for an extension!

Multi-chapter Fics

If you are writing a multi-chapter fic for the exchange and don’t want to drop the entire fic at once, these are the posting guidelines for it:

Multi-chapter fics that are assignment fills must be fully written and at least the first chapter posted by the assignment deadline, ready for the fic reveals on December 10.

From December 10, at least one chapter is to be posted daily.

All chapters of the fic must be posted by the time of author reveals and end of treating on December 17 (If the fic is more than 7 chapters long, then this will mean that multiple chapters will need to be posted on some days).

Multi-chapter fics that are treats can begin to be posted at any time before December 17, but must also be fully posted by December 17.

Other important information

Make sure to check the email you use on AO3 frequently during the exchange, as it will be the primary means of communication. We might contact you if there is an issue with your sign-up or if your gift creator has a question for you.

If you’d rather we contact you on your twitter or tumblr, please leave your handle in the offer section of your sign-up.

If you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to contact us at [email protected] or here on tumblr (preferred).

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thecandywrites · 2 years

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Zorroku and Peaches Part 5

That is really, the third part of part 3. Because part 3 is ENOURMOUS. There’s still a part four to part 3! People reading this right now are going- Wait! This isn’t what you originally put in these different parts! But I’m adding a LOT of new fun and tragic backstories! Also some Earth History to give this more depth and realism. Also face claims! So, of the three babies in the middle. Top left corner- Ori, under her is YakYak, look at that hair! Yalak and Grat’s son and that Hunky Baby is one of Silug’s sons. But also this black and white picture in the bottom right is to show how tiny Ori is when Peaches first meets her. For reference, that is a newborn, and Ori is supposed to be three months old at this point and was supposed to also at least double in size by then. So obviously, little baby Ori is very sick. And our reader is here to save her life.

Part 5

“Hey, Glasha, could you please help get my tent flap, would you?" You requested with a giggle of your own as she helped you into your own tent where Razor was still happily chewing down on his horse steak.

"Ok, everyone on the couch." You urged and they obeyed before you sat at your new desk and got some paper and a quill and an ink well and got ready to write some correspondence.

"You can stay and hang out if you want." You offered to Glasha, wanting to keep some company just in case you got any visitors in the form of Yotul and her sons who didn’t like you, you'd have a witness to whatever would happen.

"Well actually I was going to go get some snacks for the ravens, but when I come back I'll hang out with you." Glasha offered before she quickly left and tried to get as many scraps left over from dinner together as she could.

Then she returned with a bowl of them before she pulled up a chair across from the couch where all the ravens were perched on various cushions and such when they weren’t outright playing on the furniture. And the others were outright wandering around and inspecting the tent themselves. She fed the ravens as you called them each by name over to your desk to take the messages in the little holders off the raven's legs to read them, and then write down your reply on the back. You talked to the ravens and they talked back like parrots.

Glasha was completely tickled to witness and giggled even more. Especially when they talked to her too and said 'thank you' to her for feeding them, before talking to her the way they talked to you. You insisted to them that she was a friend to them as they hopped up on her lap and shoulders and arms and soaked up her affections in the form of pets and scratches, the same way they often laid on their back to get tummy scratches from you with one hand while your wrote from the other.

"So what do they say?" Glasha asked curiously as she nodded over to the correspondence.

"They're all asking the same thing, ‘if your family has mistreated me yet’." You answered honestly as you soon got tired of writing the same thing over and over again.

"And what's your answer?" Glasha asked cautiously.

"The answer is of course 'no'. I mean Yotul doesn’t like me, and I completely understand her feelings towards me. Some of your brothers hate me so much they refuse to talk to me. But that's fine by me. If they keep their distance, it would be ideal and what I would prefer them to do." You answered honestly before you cooed to the ravens.

"No, they haven't mistreated me at all! They've all been so good to me! Yes they have!" You cooed to ravens in the same cooing tone you would use with an infant. You pet the ravens affectionately as they soaked up your affections like a sponge as the others hopped around your tent, cawing 'big tent!' and 'nice tent!' the whole time which had cracked Glasha up when they first started doing that.

"What?! Which brothers?" Glasha gasped in horror.

"Uh well, I'm pretty sure I'd be raped by Winag and Silug if they got half a chance- by the way they keep staring at me like a hungry dog looks at a steak. Yalak, Grushnag and Murnag refuse to say one word to me at all. Which I get and understand. Your father told me I could choose whoever I wanted without asking them. And most, if not all orcs, or at least all the ones I’ve met before today- think and feel that humans are inferior. And I'd be pissed off too if my father agreed to have me married off to people I viewed as inferior without asking me first." You explained, feeling you could be safe with being yourself and being blunt and honest with Glasha.

"Ok, you're right about Winag and Silug. They are my half brothers and they look forward to demanding sexual intimacy from their conquests the most. And every bedroom servant they have has been a past conquest that they’ve liked enough to keep around. And they keep insisting it isn’t rape because they pay them all very well for thier “service”. But honestly, I don’t see them giving any of them much of a choice about it. Especially when every time they do it, they get a kid from it. But neither Winag or Silug will marry any of them and none of the servants are orc and no woman in the clan will go near them. They claim they just like to have intimacy with smaller women because they like the feel of it better. Or at least, that’s what I’ve told them tell my father when he’s asked them about it. And my father doesn’t approve of them doing it. And it was only Yotul’s demands that Silug be a Warchief that he was made a Warchief at all, otherwise my father claims that only Zorroku has earned that status. Because otherwise my father had refused to promote them because he didn’t feel that their behavior outside of battle warranted the promotion.” Glasha explained as you nodded and hummed in understanding.

“Honestly, I don't think they know how to fuck unless it's that way. They love to make their bedroom servants beg for it too so they can get paid to care for themselves. Because Silug and Winag only like to pay for their servants' bare minimum needs like clothing, food and shelter. But anything extra, they have to earn. As if those girls bearing them sons and daughters isn’t enough. Honestly it’s all Yotul’s influence. My mother Sharn, had she lived beyond giving birth to the twins, never would have put up with it. And she refused to have any man even accused of taking a woman without her freely given consent in her tent. And they had better be a full blown woman and not anything remotely girl like. And my mother and my father agreed against not letting such men be kept as a captain or a commander or anything like that in the clan’s army.” Glasha proudly revealed.

“But that changed when my mother died and Yotul became the Clan Chieftess. It’s like slowly but surely, her influence has seeped into her children, especially her sons and then the rest of the clan. And to hear those servants of Silug and Winug beg to have that intimacy delivered nicely and softly too- makes my skin crawl. Because I know my mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew what was really happening. Otherwise I’ve overheard those poor girls whimper and cry because of how rough my half brothers can be. It's honestly so disgusting. And I would advise you to stay away from them as much as you can and never be alone with them. I mean, they're my half brothers- and they look at me like that sometimes and it's so gross.” Glasha shuddered as she gagged and made a disgusted face.

“My father doesn’t approve of them and thier lifestyle off of the battlefield. And he’s tried to set the matter right and he’s tried disciplining them but Yotul gets in his way and insists that they never do anything wrong. Because so far Yotul has allowed it because most of them have been human so far, but she insists that they never treat an orcish woman like that. And she has told them that ‘no son or daughter of hers should ever marry a human’ and they’ve listened to her. But because of it, no other orc woman will go near them- because of their overabundance of bedroom servants and overabundance of half orc children. My father has made them all recognize as their children even if they refuse to marry their mothers. And my father specifically makes sure that the ones who have given children are at least taken care of better than the ones who have not. And that all their children are taken care of very well by recognizing them as his grandchildren to the clan and recognizing their mothers as the ones who beared those grandchildren to him. And honestly I think it’s only because he has done this that they stay at all. He treats them and their children with the same love and care he does my sisters in law and all of their children and my other nieces and nephews.” Glasha confirmed.

“I see.” You nodded in understanding.

“But where you're wrong is Yalak and the twins- Grushnag and Murnag. None of them hate you. The truth is they're all scared and intimidated by you." She elaborated and you blinked in surprise at that which prompted Glasha to explain.

“Really?” You asked, not quite believing her.

"So Yalak is naturally really quiet and actually quite shy. Because he likes to watch and observe a lot and try to figure everything and everyone out before he does or says anything. So he's still trying to figure you out by observing you. His wife Grat had no idea he was even interested in her- until he had to outright explain why he was chasing off every guy who was interested in her. Because he secretly loved her and had a crush on her but was too shy to say anything to her. But once she got him to open up, then he wouldn’t shut up unless she shut him up by kissing him. And they have two sons and a daughter now.” Glasha related.

“I see.” You nodded.

“Grushnag and Murnag, the twins, they’re my baby brothers. My mom actually died trying to give birth to them because both of them were huge babies. And Yotul had just given birth to Yalak like a few days before. So Yalak and the twins have actually been raised as triplets by Yotul. They're just really shy, even more shy than Yalak ever was. And the twins know they're kinda ugly, and they have low self esteem because of it. And you're beautiful, and they think they're unworthy of you. Because not only are you smart, and clever, and talented, and gifted, but you're really beautiful too. And they're really insecure. They're the ones who picked out your bed and the furs and a few of the interior decorations where Zorroku got the tent and the rest of your stuff that didn't come with you. Nar got you the desk and all the books though. Because he insisted that you have a library. But the clan as a whole doesn’t usually go after books and usually the books are discarded when whole chests are taken. So he collected all the ones that the horde had.” Glasha explained as she pointed to them.

“And Grat was the one who insisted on you having as many dressers and armoires as she does. Because again, she’s a Marfu Daughter, just like you. And when she married Yalak, she wasn’t used to the way my father treated her or especially the way Yalak treated her. Because he has adored her for so long and once he was free to show his adoration, he very quickly and easily overwhelmed her with gifts. Like just daily, almost hourly gifts. So my father asked her and my other sisters in law to help you not feel so overwhelmed. Which she very happily agreed to as did all the others. Especially since Grat and all the others came from other clans too. And none of them were used to women being treated so well as my father demands women be treated well in his Clan. Because he claims that ‘a man who can not treat his wife with honor, has no honor himself’. And she and the others were shocked when you brought so few clothes with you. So she made sure that you got a lot of dressers and armoires and fabric to make new clothes with.” Glasha explained as you were relieved when that part of your dream was false. Because you had met Grat and she was awesome and just as much of an easy and quick friend to you as Glasha was becoming and had hugged you and called you ‘Marfu!’ when she got to greet you and made sure to point out all the other Marfus in the family who greeted you just as happily and warmly and really made you feel welcome and they helped this whole situation feel much more normalized and more real instead of surreal. As if Crowthu and his sons regularly just rode all night just to find daughters in law.

“So the twins will be doing the furs of your bucks and wolves for you. Because they're awkward talkers, but they're better at showing their affection by doing nice things for people. They really are nice and they don’t have any bedroom servants. But either of them could get just about any other woman in the clan if they wanted to. And the few who have expressed an interest in them, they feel like it’s not genuine. And that it’s only because they’re the sons of the warchief and the last sons of my mother that they get the interest at all.” Glasha revealed.

“I see.” You nodded in understanding as you made a mental note to make an effort with them and at least draw them out and help them with their self confidence the way you had with Nar and Shuzug.

“But you have to get under all the awkwardness first. And if you have genuine feelings of affection for them, make sure to tell them and show them that explicitly. Even if it’s friendship. They’ll appreciate anything and everything. Especially since Yotul has usually saved her heart and her affections for her own sons she gave birth to. So while she nursed them, she didn’t quite love them the way she loved Yalak. And the twins have always felt like they’ve been a burden to her and they never wanted to be a burden to anyone. And while they’ve struggled with a lot of guilt, because my mother died trying to give birth to them. My father has made sure to never tell them that he ever blamed them for her death. And that women die from childbirth all the time and it was just as honorable and glorious as dying on the battlefield. And he has always told them that they were the best and last gifts my mother ever gave him. And just like with Zorroku, he has made special efforts with them and my other sisters that my mother Sharn gave birth to.” Glasha explained, her voice going soft with a bittersweetness in her eyes.

“I take it your father still misses Sharn.” You ventured.

“He does, every day. He claims that I look just like her and that’s why he has chased off every man who has ever taken an interest in me and my other full sisters, because he feels I and my full sisters are the last but biggest pieces of her left. And he still tries to honor her and her memory by honoring us. He always gives me, and my full sisters the very best in everything he ever takes in raids. He makes sure we are always fed until we’re stuffed, always clothed in the best fabrics and the best shoes and the best…everything.” Glasha related.

“My father worked so hard to earn my mother’s love, and respect and loyalty. And he gave those things so freely to her. She was from the Mountain Blizzard Clan. They’re a clan known for their ice blue skin and white, light blue and light green hair, like I have. That clan always keeps itself up in the mountains. And they actually met by a total accident on a hunting trip when my father’s hunting party and my mother’s hunting party were hunting the same grounds. She was hunting from the back of an giant ice dog. A breed that the orcs in the mountains have bred to be especially large, large enough to ride. And fast enough, even when pulling a load, that they could get from one side of the mountain to the other in just a day. And the moment my father saw her, he did everything in his power to do whatever he could to court her.” Glasha sighed dreamily at the memories of her parents telling her all about it.

“It’s why we have so much pink salt from the mountains. Because it’s the one clan my father happily does trade with as often as we can, and never raids on. I have a grandmother and all kinds of cousins and uncles and aunts in that clan that are my mother’s mother, and her old brothers and sisters and their children. And the reason our clan treats women so well is because in the Mountain Blizzard Clan- women are seen as very magical creatures, owed every respect and dignity because they are the ones who bear and nurse offspring and keep them warm and are the spiritual heads of the family. Men just hunt and kill food and get furs. But women turn those furs into clothes and take a house and turn it into a home. It’s women who can take those kills and make real food out of them. It’s women who give men a reason to live and a reason to get out of the bed to do anything. It’s women who provide children and provide a man with a family and help him grow spiritually and draw closer to the gods. And it’s women who can never be replaced.” Glash revealed as she couldn’t help but get misty eyed just talking about it.

“And it’s women like Yotul who tear down everything that women like my real mother build up. She is the only one in the entire clan who doesn't like you. I don't know what her problem is. Just ignore her, she'll get over whatever problems she has and it’s not on you to prove her wrong assumptions about you either. I mean her problems have to be with humans in general. Because she has no reason to be that hateful towards you. She shamed and dishonored my father and the rest of the family and the clan by not giving you a proper greeting. And by just outright stealing your spice without asking. And you should be getting an apology from her sooner than later.” Glasha insisted.

“It’s ok if she doesn’t apologize to me. I understand her reasons for not liking me.” You assured her.

“Well, do you know what they are? Because she won’t tell anyone what they are. All she has said is that ‘if you’re who she thinks you are, you’re dangerous’. Which Arob keeps repeating that you’re not, but she won’t believe my grandma. My grandma told us all that ‘you’re family found’. And Yotul spent all day making sure the tent was spotless, making sure the best incense was burning in all the incense burners.That the best horse was butchered and roasted to perfection and the biggest onions were roasted with it. She was wearing one of her best dresses and she was so happy and excited all day. But my father said that the moment you walked in, all her joy and happiness was immediately switched to hate. Why is that?” She asked you.

“It’s not my place to say. And if she is not comfortable talking about it, I won’t do her the dishonor of revealing anything she wants to keep private. But if she hasn’t talked about it. Please don’t push her. She has every reason to hate all humans. And she has every reason to hate me if that’s what your grandmother told her. Now I can say, I am not who she probably thinks I am. And I do not mean this family and especially Yotul any harm whatsoever. But I will not force her to see that. All I can do is prove who I am over time so that she can see it for herself with her own eyes. But until she’s ready to know who I really am. I’m not going to try to convince her. And right now, if I tried, she’d probably wouldn’t believe me anyway. And that’s ok. I’m content to give her all the time and space she wants and needs. She deserves that. And she deserves to have her feelings validated and respected. Even if she wasn’t a Clan Cheiftess. Even if she was just a clan member, she deserves that much.” You gently insisted.

“But that shouldn’t excuse her rudeness.” Glasha frowned and shook her head no.

“Please, just, I know you’ve only just met me. But trust me on this. When and if you ever find out about the matter, you’ll understand. But only when Yotul is ready to discuss it herself. Not a moment before then.” You urged her as your pen was already writing Bula about Yotul because if anyone needed to know the truth, it was Bula, Khagra’s wife and Clan Chieftess.

“Well, still, my father told us about the special conditions you have. Which is fine, it shouldn't have been a problem to begin with. But I understand that you've met and hosted almost every clan on the continent and even some farther than that. And every orc clan is different and if all you knew about us was our reputation, I could see where you would draw certain conclusions..." Glasha explained.

“Well I’m happy to be wrong. But I am curious about how Yotul came to be in this clan and came to be it’s Clan Chieftess.” You prompted.

"Oh, um about 20 years ago she was traded into this clan from the Yellow River Clan. But she doesn't speak their language well, she's taught us Yowl and often slips into Yowl when she's angry or upset or worried. But I don't know who else speaks Yowl so maybe she was traded to them from somewhere else. I don't know. She's like an onion, she has many layers of...I don't know, she's a hard woman to get to know because she just doesn't like to talk about herself or her past before coming into the clan." Glasha answered and you nodded in understanding.

"Could you tell me more about about your mother?" You asked her hopefully.

"Oh my mother was my father’s Warcheiftess under his father when his father was the Clan Chief. And when my grandfather stepped down, and appointed my father as Clan Chief, that made her his Clan Chieftess. She was his first wife and she’s the mother to Zorroku, myself, my sister Morn and the twins. But again, she died giving birth to the twins. And when my mother died and Yotul immediately took on the twins, that's when Yotul became Clan Chieftess and adopted Zorroku, myself and Marn too. And my father has never remarried again." Glasha informed you as you realized she had an accent you recognized.

"Your mother was Sharnarrah The Magnificent of the Mountain Blizzard Clan wasn’t she?” You concluded.

“Yes! You knew her?” Glasha asked excitedly.

“I didn’t know her personally, but I knew of her. Is your name really just Glasha or is that short for something else?” You asked her.

“It’s Glashnarah!” Glasha revealed excitedly as her mother’s native tongue’s accent became thicker and put such a beautiful accent to her speech as your eyes got bigger in realization as you realized what Sharn had done.

“If you’re Glashnarah, then would Marn be short for Marnasta?” You asked as you tried not to cry again but kept your tone light and curious.

“Yes!” Glasha practically squalled.

“And Zorroku is actually Zorroushku?” You asked, not quite wanting to believe the coincidence.

“Yes!” Glasha nodded excitedly.

“And the twins names are Grushnaga and Murnagah?” You asked.

“Yes! How did you know that?” Glasha asked in awed wonder.

“Your mother was Sharnarrah The Magnificent, so named because she rode a white major wolf named Lightning who was just as white as the snow and especially large. And she was both a magnificent beauty and a magnificent warrior and protector of all women and children. She was the most beautiful warrior of the whole clan. I know of her, because when the Mountain Blizzard Clan came and made an alliance with us, or at least with the Black Wolf White Rock Clan and specifically with Khagra's father for that same pink salt from the mountains. Khagra did everything he could to woo her. Even though he wasn't of age yet and already had his Clan Chieftess, waiting to grow up and mature to be ready to be married too. My mother, Regina, was one of Shanarrah’s servants, Shanarrah’s mother Jaseen saved my mother when she was a girl, and helped raised her, almost like she was one of her own. And my mother fell in love with my father and stayed in the Black Wolf White Rock Clan with him, much to Jaseen and Shanarrah’s disapproval. But my mother has always remembered her really well and has always spoken of her in awed reverence and my full name is Belladonna, I’m named after Shanarrah’s favorite flower because not only is it a beautiful flower, but it was deadly, just like my mother claimed Shanarrah was. How did your father manage to woo Sharnarrah?" You asked in awe.

"Oh he got her a herd of silvery white draft horses once her wolf, Lightning, died. And he taught all of them to take a rider and all of them to obey the same commands my mother was used to giving Lightning." Glasha revealed and you nodded in understanding.

"So how well do you speak Ragash?" You asked in Ragash, the native dialect of the Mountain Blizzard Clan and Glasha visibly lit up brighter than the sun and practically bounced in her seat and started going on and on and started talking so fast you could barely keep up with her as you finished up your correspondence and simply listened in amusement.

“That’s how you’re family found! Your mother knew mine! You speak Ragesh! Oh my father is going to be so happy!” Glasha squealed in delight before urged the ravens to go home while Glasha and yourself continued to talk and get to know each other better, using Ragesh which was your mother tongue because it was your mother’s native tongue as you never thought you’d speak this beautiful language again.

You realized it must have been fate to bring you here and to bring you to Crowthu and his children by Sharnarrah and while you were heartbroken that she had passed. This felt just as wonderful when Sharnarrah’s brother’s came to do trading in the clan and talked with your mother and you and your siblings because Jaseen was so hurt by your mother’s choosing your father over her that she refused to leave the mountain until your mother would “come home” to her. But your mother had a family of her own and her own place with Khagra and his family and his clan and insisted that she was just fine where she was.

But Jaseen often asked about you and what little, meager possessions you brought with you from home had been gifts by your adopted grandmother Jaseen who you had never met. Jaseen insisted on not giving you anything too big or too rich because she didn’t want Khagra or his family or anyone else to take it from you. And when you had been technically made a Borgan, you had been invited to come to her and her clan. But by then, you were too close with Khagra and his family to do so. You wanted to find a way to send a message to Jaseen and her family to tell them where to find you now. And to come to see you since you doubted you were free to go and see them because Crowthu did trade 32 servants for you and their weight in pink salt and adopted you as his daughter. One you doubted he’d be ok with letting go just as he secured you.

“How often does the Mountain Blizzard Clan come here or does this clan go up to the mountain to do business?” You asked her.

“Oh our winter grounds are at the base of the mountain that the Mountain Blizzard Clan calls home. I can send a message tonight to them to tell them that you’re here. They will come as soon as they can. I had no idea your mother was so close to them. They will be delighted to know that you’re a Marfu daughter here.” Glasha insisted.

“Thank you.” You thanked her before she beckoned you to her tent and immediately wrote a note to her grandmother and all of her uncles and aunts and told them that ‘Balladonna, daughter of Regina was now her father’s latest Marfu Daughter from the Black Wolf White Rock Clan and that you wanted to see them and speak with them as soon as they were able to and that you spoke Ragesh fluently’. Once she was done with the message, she put it onto a messenger pigeon and sent it off to the Mountain.

“There, they’ll get that by sunrise for sure and we’ll hear back from them by midday at the latest.” Glasha giggled gleefully before she hugged you.

“Oh it’s like I’m hugging another sister! This is awesome! I’m so happy you’re my family found!” Glasha almost cried as she happily hugged you as tight as she dared.

“Likewise Glashnarrah.” You cooed back to her.

"So, anyway, back to my father’s clan. In the Thunder Herd Clan we have four meals a day. A late breakfast, because we usually like to stay up late and sleep in late, lunch, dinner and the midnight meal, which is our biggest meal of the day, think of it as a second dinner and it's the one that’s being prepared right now," Glasha said.

“Well let’s go.” You urged her before you followed Glasha into the kitchen tent as she brought you around the kitchen itself and showed you what was what and what they had to work with. You began to find your bearings again as well as show you the small mountain of peaches from home. Then you pulled your ingredients out from your food satchel. And showed your new 'sisters' what you've brought and what you used to make that spice blend you made earlier.

Suddenly Zorroku and his brothers came into the kitchen, carrying a cut up horse carcass and put it on a leather blanket in the middle of the cooking tent and at least with the skin off, it kinda of looked like a cow....with a giant neck... and a horse's head…. But thankfully the hooves and everything below the knee had been cut off already. You put the back of your hand to your mouth to keep from vomiting at the thought of a baby horse being slaughtered even though this was clearly an adult. You could only hope that it had lived a good life and that its death was as quick and painless as possible.

"Did you sleep ok Peaches?" Zorroku asked you hopefully and you were surprised to hear him speak to you again.

"Yes, thank you Zorroushku." You answer as you nodded and tried to smile bravely in the face of a dead horse on the floor in front of you.

“How did you know my full name?” Zorroku asked in awed wonder as his other siblings, except for Glasha froze and stared at you with the same, wide eyed wonder.

“My mother is Regina, she was a servant of Shanarrah The Magnificent and she grew up in the Mountain Blizzard Clan. But your mother’s mother- Jaseeneh, who when my mother left that clan, was the Clan Chieftess, took my mother in when she was very young and raised her as her own and my mother was close to both Clan Chieftess to Jaseenah, your mother Shanarrah, her brother’s Dastaneh, Justinough. My full name is Belladonna Gardiniah, both were your mother’s favorite flowers, not because they were just beautiful and have beautiful scents, but Belladonna is especially poisonous and deadly. My twin sister’s name is Lillyannah Valleyah, also a beautiful but deadly flower. My baby sister’s names are Hyacintha and Callalilliannah, Jaseeneh’s favorite but also deadly flowers. My brothers are also named Dastaneh and Justinough after Shanarrah’s brothers because they were like brothers to my mother also. We call them by simply Dastan and Justin though, and I’m simply Bella, Lilly, Scintha and Calla. My father is a twin, thus my brothers, myself and all my sisters are twins too.” You explained in Ragesh as Zorroku’s eyes and his siblings eyes got bigger and wider as smiles bloomed on their faces.

“So it would make sense that your mother named you Zorroushku,” you nodded to him before you turned to his siblings.

“Glashnarrah, Marnausta, Grushnagah, Murnagah.” You listed off as you made sure to look each of them in the eye as you said their names as the boys were already quickly washing the blood off of themselves. But the moment you started speaking perfect, fluent Ragesh to them, they turned to you and came closer but you didn’t feel as if you were being surrounded in an attacking sense but soon encompassed before they all came in and hugged you tight as the twins and Marn were outright crying while Glasha and Zorroku were laughing as you were in the middle of a group hug.

“Thank you so much for coming! Thank you so much for speaking Ragesh to us! Yotul doesn’t like it when we speak it because she doesn’t and she doesn’t like it that she can’t understand everything we say so we have had to speak either in Pregu, Yowl or the common tongue since Mom died! You speak it so well!” Marnasta bawled into your shoulder.

“See! That’s how she’s family found! She’s family found to us!” Glasha insisted as Marnausta especially was hugging you the tightest and crying on your shoulder because it felt like having a piece of her mom back as the twins were in a similar state.

“Hey, as much as I love this, I need to breathe.” You squeaked as the air was literally being squeezed out of you before they let go but stayed close.

“Sorry.” They all apologized as they wiped the tears from their eyes.

"If you need or want anything let me know, ok?" Zorroku offered before the twins volunteered the same thing, asking if you wanted the alters to the gods the Mountain Blizzard worshiped to be brought to your tent which you happily accepted before the twins and Marnausta immediately left and got things that their grandmother and uncles and aunts had given them and that they had kept from their mother to bring to your tent to reconnect you to your true roots.

"Actually I brought you a guitar because you like music so much." Yalak offered as he pushed past Zorroku and presented you with a guitar that was wrapped up in a little blanket as you watched Zorroku's face scrunch up in jealousy which was curious to you.

"Oh wow, uh, thank you," You thanked him graciously as you took it from him, not wanting to offend him by refusing it from him.

"Uh, I just don't remember Clan Chief Khagra or my father telling you that I played guitar...out loud." You mumbled under your breath as you unwrapped it, realizing it was actually a very fine one.

"Wow, this is exquisite, thank you." You thanked Yalak earnestly, this was so surreal to you as you put the guitar's strap over your shoulder and tested the chords before Nar made his way to you too.

"But I brought you a little one." Nar said as he came forward and offered you something else. Being the youngest and the smallest of them all, he looked to be about 12 or 13, just reached maturity and his full height. The beginnings of facial hair seemed to bloom on his face too.

You carefully took the guitar off and set it down on the counter gently and carefully and took what he offered you, it was also wrapped in a nice little blanket and when you unwrapped it, you found a violin case. Inside the case was a very fine violin with its bow and a thing of resin for the bow strings.

"Oh my goodness, it's a violin! Thank you so much! I love the violin." You beamed, this was...so not real. But as much as you wanted to panic, you kept repeating the words ‘marfu daughter’ inside your head as an explanation.

You put the violin to your shoulder as they all looked at you curiously as you ran the bow over the strings. You began to play a melody before they all lit up as they recognized what you were playing, a very old lullaby that Sharn always sang before you moved from that one to another old lullaby Yotul always sang to them in her native dialect Yowl. Nar left and fetched his mother who came into the kitchen tent and stared in shock as you played the song so well. She hadn't heard it played on a violin in a long time, since she herself had never learned the instrument.

"Where did you learn that song?!" She demanded as tears welled in her eyes and you dropped the violin to your side and hid it behind you to save it from her smashing it. Since it seemed she was now angry with you as if you had been caught doing something wrong. You watched as her sons and daughters moved between the two of you to keep her from getting close to you.

"You are Yotul Koddeth of the Great Typhoon Breaker Clan from the high North. Your mother is Veggo Koddeth and your father was The Great and Mighty Clan Chief Krul Koddeth, a family name that had lasted four generations. He was a king among Clan Chiefs and it was he who had taught Clan Chief Khagra and his father the art of alliances over war when Clan Chief Khagra was a very young boy.” You began to explain as Yotul was too stunned to argue with you when her mother and her father’s name was spoken with so much reverence on your tongue. She couldn’t be upset by your praise of her father. Or that you were speaking Yowl so beautifully and fluently.

“But it wasn’t until Clan Chief Krul Koddeth was betrayed by his brother and your uncle Tangir The Bone Splitter who earned that name by splitting your father's skull in front of you and your sister and your mother because she had not given your father any sons yet. And just because your mother had not gotten the chance to give your father sons- was the biggest reason your piece of shit uncle had for overthrowing your family’s dynasty. Especially since he had three sons but by three different women, all of whom were human. And their own jealous hunger for power over your mother- pushed them to push Krul to muder his own brother despite not having the blessing from his father or anyone outside of his own warband. Since he had not even been promoted to Warchief. Only leader of a warband. He then must have sold you off, until you came into the Yellow River Clan before you were then traded to the Thunder Herd Clan. But that is all anyone here knows of what has happened to you since your father died and you came to be here.” You explained.

“But after that piece of shit Tangir sold you, your uncle sold your sister Bula to Khagra as a wife when he was only six and she was only five so you must have only been seven when you were sold. Your own mother was sold as Khagra’s family’s babysitter and caretaker and medicine woman. It is your mother and sister who taught me your mother tongue Yowl. It is they who have taught me your culture and this song and many other songs and legends from the Great Typhoon Breaker Clan and so many seafood dishes. Even though seafood is hard to come by inland. I played this song, hoping to remind you that you are not alone. And that your past, even as hurtful as it has been- is important and should be embraced rather than buried. Just because of your piece of shit uncle and his family. Your family is not forgotten and lives on and is thriving!” You announced as Yotul gasped softly but began crying tears of joy to hear it as she slowly weaved through her children to get closer to you to hear everything you would say. Not wanting to miss a single word.

“I know that Crowthu’s mother has told you that I am ‘family found’. And I know when you first saw me and saw that I was human, I know that you must have assumed that I was a descendant of your waste of orcish flesh uncle. But I can say with a clean conscience and full faith that I am of no relation at all to him. Because not one of them has remained alive- since Khagra claimed Bula as his wife. And his wedding present to her was to put Tangir and all of his wives and all of their offspring to death. So that only your father’s bloodline has survived and will walk on the ground and bless it with it’s presence. Khagra himself has seen to it and was his first act as Warchief. And Bula is his one and only wife and was his Warchieftess when he became a Warchief for his father. And then when his father and the entire clan appointed Khagra as Clan Chief, Bula became his Clan Chieftess and she is the most revered woman in the clan, the strongest and most powerful in the clan. The most amazing, and wonderful in the clan. And Khagra drapes her with as much luxury as he can afford and loves every child she has ever bore him, no matter the gender because she and all of their children are his most precious possessions. To the point that he happily let me go to an unknown clan, just to keep Bula and their family in safety and in peace at home. And I am so blessed he did because this was the only way for me to find you. It is you who is Clan Chieftess Bula’s- family found. It is you who is Dowager Clan Warchieftess Viggo’s- family found. Clan Chief Khagra has no other children other than the ones Bula has given him and their children are your own nieces and nephews! Clan Chief Khagra does not even take female slaves for himself just to protect all of his affections to keep them purely for his most beloved wife. He wears them as his armor for his heart, mind and soul.” You earnestly revealed, a proud smile on your lips as you knelt on the floor and bowed your head respectfully. But you felt it was now or never for you to tell her the truth.

“I have helped your sister birth your nieces and nephews. I have cared for them as if they were my siblings and they are my dearest friends in the world, especially the youngest Shuzug. I have even helped deliver your own nieces and nephew’s children, Bula’s own grandchildren and your mother’s great grandchildren. Everything that I know about food, childcare and medicine I have learned from your own mother’s hands and mouth, and your own sister’s hands and mouth. I have helped care for Clan Chieftess Bula and her family since infancy. And knowing about that piece of shit Tangir- I understand your hatred for humans must be because of him. And I understand why you have forbidden your own children from taking a human as a mate. Because Bula has done the same. To guard against the past repeating itself. And I swear on the life of your sister and your mother, their children and grandchildren- that I too will guard against that part of your past repeating for either you or your children, whether you have birthed them or not. Or even for your grandchildren and great grandchildren, may you be blessed to see them some day.” You swore.

“Even though I am not of your blood, I have been placed in your family. Both your past family and your current one. I know I am unworthy of the honor that is being in your family. Your mother and your sister have never once stopped hoping you had survived and done well and they offer prayers on your behalf every worship day and I have grown up hearing your name and knowing it as well as I have my own. Your mother has remarried, to one of Khagra’s older Warchief’s when his father appointed him. Dowager Warchieftess Veggo is the second wife of Warchief Tatcha. And she remains his one and only wife since he too lost his first in childbirth and she took on his baby. And thus took him and the rest of his children on as well. You now have a half brother and a half sister in the Black Wolf White Rock Clan from Warchief Tatcha. However I don't believe your sister knows that you are now the Clan Chieftess of the Thunder Herd Clan. Because Clan Chief Khagra and Clan Chief Crowthu never mentioned who they were married to and other than Khagra introducing your sister only as his Clan Chieftess, I don’t think Bula recognized any of your sons as her nephews. And I don't know if your own sons recognized their aunt or their cousins. They didn't seem like they did when they met them.” You explained as all of Yotul’s sons groaned when they realized that they were looking right at their aunt and didn’t see her resemblance to their own mother.

“Now they do.” Zorroku muttered to you with a happy smile to see Silug, Wing, Yalak and Nar groan as realization seemed to hit them like a ton of bricks.

“But I know your mother and sister will be very pleased to know how well you've done by getting this far. But if you also hate me for other reasons, I understand. Just because I was able to make one good meal, things are being handed to me whereas you've had to work hard for everything you have. Please, understand I have had no choice in this and am trying to make the best out of everything. But with your permission I would like to tell your mother and sister exactly where you, their lost daughter and sister can be found." You bravely professed in Yowl, as you knelt down and bowed your head respectfully.

You were half expecting her to cut it off or for her to call you a liar or that you were actually Tangir’s blood. You could hear small gasps from Yotul’s children who had gathered around you to protect you from their mother as you closed your eyes. Tears fell from them as you tried to embrace death. You had connected all the dots from everything your new father in law told you and one look at her you knew exactly who she was. Even if she did not want to admit it.

"She's a Clan Chieftess too? Bula is a Clan Chieftess like I am?" Yotul asked in Yowl back. She couldn’t help but laugh in delight as she just couldn't stop smiling while crying tears of joy and relief. It surprised you greatly, having expected to be cut down where you knelt or screamed at for defaming her native tongue by presuming to speak it to her based on her reaction to you earlier.

"Yes, she has four daughters and had- had, five sons. But the oldest two unfortunately died in the last raid. So now she only has three sons. The middle, who is now considered the eldest, by the name of Grecko, he has two wives, they're twins themselves and both orcs and he has 4 kids, two sets of twins, a set of girls and a set of boys who are almost a year old now, their names are..." You began to list off all her family from the Black Wolf White Rock Clan before she came nearer to you. Yotul’s children warily parting for her before she gently picked you up to stand on your feet before moving your chin to look up at her as she couldn’t stop smiling and couldn’t stop crying either which got you to cry as you continued to talk and tell her about a family which she never knew she had.

"And your youngest nephew, he's ten now, Shuzug, has a penchant for peaches, he can eat a whole bushel all by himself." You finished off before she hugged you tightly and started sobbing and laughing herself.

"Gods I usually hate it when my mother in law is right and I’m wrong. But I am so happy to be wrong about you, my beloved daughter! If Bula called you her daughter I will see you as my own to, if at the very least, my niece. And you are now just as beloved in my heart as my own daughters are. When Arob said I would be getting family back as a daughter in law, and when I saw you were human- I did think you were my uncle's child or grandchild that just didn't look very orc. Which was why I was so inexcusably rude to you and I was so scared that you were going to do to my sons what that piece of shit’s bitches did to him! And I am so sorry, I should have asked. I should have let you explain who you really were and the whole situation instead of jumping to the wrong conclusions. I am so sorry! Thank you so much for telling me all of this. I never imagined it would be like this or could be like this. Just for you to tell me about them makes me feel whole and less lonely and closer to them now than I have since I parted from them." Yotul cried happily as she was almost squeezing the breath out of you again. Glasha took the violin and its bow from your hands so you could hug her step mother back fully.

"Next time your husband goes there, go with him. They'll all be very happy to see you again." You offered as you hugged her back as tight as you could.

"You and your sister look a lot alike, you'll have to forgive me if I call you by your sister's name by accident." You admitted.

That got Yotul to laugh and her kids to relax before they went to their father and reported how you had revealed you were family found to Yotul and why she hated the sight of you because you were human and what past you had uncovered. Crowthu felt like an ass for being so hard on Yotul without letting Yotul explain her reaction either.

Then Glasha revealed to her father and her grandmother your connection to her own mother, Sharnarrah. And the fact that you also spoke Ragash too and guessed all of their full names correctly. Crowthu literally cried at hearing that. You were family returned to all of them. And he felt closer to being whole since Sharn's loss.

"I would be ok with that. Please tell Bula and my mother where I am." Yotul chuckled.

“Ok.” You nodded, happy that you had gotten that out of the way.

"Again, I'm so sorry for being so rude, I honestly thought you were my uncle's granddaughter or something and I'm so relieved you're obviously not. I'm very happy you're here with us now, daughter." She offered as she held your face and placed her forehead to yours. Of course after she kissed it and your cheeks affectionately as the two of you continued to speak Yowl to each other.

You felt so much relief wash over you and you felt you knew she was telling the truth and that you could trust her and that you were very dear to her. Which made you want to have her dear to you in turn. You could only imagine how Bula would be reacting by now. Bula would most likely be screaming her head off in utter delight and waking the whole clan up just reading your messages. And want to ride at once to

"Actually what you may not know is Tangir was overthrown by not just Khagra, but the effort was supported by your other uncle Wuglat. Who is now the Clan Chief of the Great Typhoon Breaker Clan. Wuglat and Khagra brought back the law of only full blooded orcs could ever be a Warchieftess or Clan Chieftess and be allowed into the family as an equal. And only concubine or lower could ever be allowed to be human or non orc. A law I thought all orcs had accepted and implemented before and after this incident. Which is why I'm shocked I'm here and why your sons are all trying to court me." You confessed.

"Oh, well yesterday I would have agreed with that. But you'll find, you'll be the exception to the rule. And if you look at any of my son’s other human lovers and if you see that they will not do what that piece of shit’s bitches did, then I will give them my blessing and will lift it that law of no humans in the Clan Chief’s mates because if you have sworn on Bula’s life and the lives of her children. I trust you to make good on your promise. And I no longer fear for my son’s and their future on your account. For I can feel and know that you do not mean them harm, or especially me. Because you obviously know the hurt and trouble all of that caused.You are one of us and a full fledged member of this family now. And if you were not a Marfu, I would be demanding for Crowthu to make you one this instant anyway. You'll be treated as such from this moment on, come meet my grand-kids." She invited, before she took your hand and led you out of the kitchen tent into hers where Crowthu and his sons were playing with their grand kids on the floor and was happy and relieved to see you with Yotul and especially to see both of you smiling.

"Oh good, when I wasn't Clan Chief Khagra's personal cook I was their babysitter for their kids and grand-kids." You informed her proudly which she was really thrilled to hear before she went around the room to introduce you to all the kids who you met happily.

“This is Silug’s son, Grog.” Yotul said as she picked up a baby who was wider than he was long as a human woman was holding him and playing with him.

“And this is Grog’s mother Tiana.” Crowthu introduced.

“Hi.” You both greeted each other sweetly.

“Hello there Grog.” You cooed to him as you smiled at him as he simply looked at you dismissively and then looked at his mother and curled into her chest.

“He’s shy.” Tiana excused.

“It’s fine, most babies are.” You reassured her.

"This is Yalak's son, YakYak," Yotul introduced as she picked him up and kissed his super chubby cheeks and handed him to you.

"Oh my goodness! Look at how handsome and fierce you are!" You cooed to him which got him to laugh and babble to you, you put him on your hip because he was so heavy, even though he was only a year old. He was just so round and had so many rolls which was the supreme sign of health for all babies. His thick straight blue and black hair stuck straight up on top of his head like a natural mohawk. YakYak was absolutely precious, but you couldn't say that about a male baby orc. Handsome was ok, but usually fierce or frightening or something along those lines were the preferred complimentary terms while Yalak beamed proudly that you took to his son readily.

"Which one is his mother?" You asked as you swayed in place to keep him entertained as you tried to match all the girls in the kitchen to the guys since you hadn't seen who was with who yet.

"Grat." Yotul answered and you nodded in understanding as you mentally checked Yalak's name off your list. You weren't especially keen on coming between any couple, especially one that already had children. You didn't particularly want that kind of competition because of the competition that was always palpable between Grecko's wives. So now the options were narrowed down to Zorroku, the twins and Nar.

"And this fussy girl is Ori. She’s Zorroku's only child. Her mother Medowne died giving birth to her this past winter, so Grat has been nursing her. But she is, as you can see, very fussy." Crowthu offered as he did his best to keep the little girl happy in his arm with a few toys between his fingers on the other hand, trying to distract her and keep her from turning that fussiness into full blown crying. Ori was incredibly fussy and looked extremely small for an orc her age. She looked the same size as a human newborn. You didn’t think orc babies could be so small. She even looked quite sickly which made you furrow your brows in concentration at her. Zorroku had been practicing play fighting with very blunt wooden axes with his older nephews from Silug and Winug while Silug and Winug practiced playfighting with blunt wooden swords with the other boys. But Zorroku’s attention split between his nephews and you. He hoped you would take to his daughter too but stopped and had his nephews practice their skills with each other so he could come over to watch Ori react to you closer.

"Here, trade." You offered Yak Yak as an exchange as Yotul took YakYak away from you so you could get Ori.

“Hello Sweetheart, it’s lovely to meet you. Is…Ori her full name or is it a nickname for a longer name?” You asked as you took her and your brow furrowed in concentration as you looked her over, trying to see why she was so sick and so small.

“Yes, my mother kept repeating the same name when she was dying. Orianna…”

“Oriannaregina Azalea?” You supplied as you looked surprised yet almost saddened to hear the name as you looked from Ori to Zorroku as your eyes looked just a bit pleading as they began to grow glassy with tears.

“Yes, do you know who that is? My aunts and uncles simply say that she was a childhood friend of my mothers.” Zorroku asked as you smiled bittersweetly to hear him say that.

“I know who Oriannaregina Azalea is. That’s my mother’s full name. She simply goes by Regina. My mother was the one that picked out Azalea for herself since she couldn’t remember what her last name had been. Only that her name was Oriannaregina. Jaseeneh always called her by her whole full name though. But Sharnnarrah asked for my mother as she was dying?” You asked as you laid Ori to your chest and swayed in place as you rubbed soothing circles into her back which immediately calmed her despite your heart was going out to this little one that had been unknowingly named after your own mother. You could only imagine how your mother would have wanted to be there. How if she had, maybe Sharnarrah wouldn’t have passed since your mother also missed Sharnnarrah something awful.

“But you said your mother was my mother’s servant?” Glasha asked.

“Yes and no. My mother was the first to discover how to grow breadseed from the poles in the mountain tops where the Mountain Blizzard Clan called home. And so she was in charge of planting the seeds and growing the crops. And she found it out by complete accident. But it was because of that, the Mountain Blizzard Clan survived harsh winters when there were a mass movements of peoples settling in the other unoccupied mountains. Thier movement and settling there drove away the natural prey items since the mountain clans’ diet consisted mostly of meat and mountain herbs that naturally grew there. And once my mother was able to cultivate breadseed, they had bread that didn’t need fields in the valleys to grow the wheat.” You revealed.

“Sharnarrah and my mother grew up together from the time they were children. Sharnarrah’s mother Jaseeneh saved my mother and adopted her as her own and the two were raised as sisters. But to save my mother from being prey to other clans and specifically, other humans, Jaseeneh and Sharnarrah had to call my mother their servant and had to treat her as such in front of anyone outside of their own clan. My mother regrets leaving Sharnnarrah and Jaseeneh and Dastaneh and Justinough, who were effectively her adopted family- for my father. And she regrets that Sharnerrah, nor Jaseeneh could buy my father from Khagra since my father was Khagra’s servant and friend for most of his life. Khagra and his father had hoped if they lured my mother to their clan, Sharnnarah would follow. But Jaseeneh refused to let Sharnnarah come to the clan with my mother. Because Jaseeneh saw my mother as one of her own and in her mind in heart, they had already taken one of her daughters and did not treat her well enough for Jaseeneh’s taste, or Sharnarrah’s. And Jaseeneh was not about to let Sharnnarah do the same and suffer the same and was convinced that if they treated my mother as a slave and a servant that they would treat Sharnarrah the same, no matter how much they tried to say or at least do otherwise in her presence but with just a few words from my mother’s mouth, Jaseen and Sharnarrah knew not to trust a single thing they said because when they weren’t around, Bula was especially fierce towards her because Bula saw my mother as Sharnarrah’s sister and felt the need to be domineering towards her and remind her that ‘because she married a servant of Khagra, that made her a servant too along with all of her offspring’. And it didn’t help that my mother was human and reminded Bula of her own past with her uncle.” You confessed as you just closed your eyes and held Ori and swayed with her as Ori was perfectly happy and content to have you hold her and soothe her as she settled right down and immediately stopped being so fussy in your arms.

It was probably a good thing you had closed your eyes because the look Zorroku and Crowthu shared spoke of their quiet rage about the matter as even Yotul blushed and looked away guiltily as she remembered how difficult she made Sharn’s life because of her own jealousy and worried about how Crowthu was going to view her sister and her mother over this.

“Jaseeneh has never once come to see my mother because of how hurt she was that my mother chose my father over her and her family and her clan. Jaseeneh tried to make my mother a Visla, which is their clan’s version of Marfu. But my mother was already in love with my father and would not leave him for anything or anyone. Jaseeneh has never even tried to meet me or any of my siblings. I only know of her through her sons, Dastaneh and Justinough and their families when they come to sell and trade pink salt from thier mountian and we talk and serve as their “translators”. Everything that I have that is important and sentimental to me that I brought with me, has been a gift from Jaseeneh and her family. But she always insisted on not giving me or any of my siblings anything too big or rich because she feared Bula’s jealousy or any of her daughters or daughters in law taking it away from me or my sisters because we were servants after all and of course according to Bula- ‘no servant should have anything greater than their master’. Bula wouldn’t even let my mother have any alters to her gods. My mother and my siblings have tried making small totems of wood to be either worn or placed very discretely in our home but every time Bula has seen them, she has smashed them, and rebuked my mother for worshiping human gods, even though they weren’t human at all, they were Mountain Blizzard Clan gods. But Bula would never hear of any argument and any attempt was always met with severe discipline. And Bula hates it when we speak in Ragesh. She insists that we speak only Yowl or Kitch.” You revealed as you closed your eyes tighter as tears escaped them as Crowthu looked to Yotul who put up her hands in defeat.

“That’s Bula’s business. I had nothing to do with it. I will never do anything like that to Belladonna. She is free to speak any language she wants and is free to worship who she wishes to, if Dowager Clan Chieftess Jaseeneh tried to make her mother a Visla, I will see her as one too and anything that was Sharnarrah’s that her daughters have not claimed will be hers as well. For I know Sharnarrah would be happy to have her niece back home.” Yotul quickly and readily assured her husband who smiled and nodded before Yotul ordered her servants to get everything that was Sharns that had been put into storage, to be delivered to your tent immediately.

“I’m so sorry. If Sharnarrah had told me where your mother was, I would have reunited them.” Crowthu apologized.

“Did Sharnarrah ever tell you where my mother was?” You asked him.

“No. She never did, even on her deathbed, she wouldn’t say where she was. And no one in the clan has said anything about Oriannaregina. Only that she was once a close friend of Sharnarrah’s.” Crowthu shook his hand as tears came to his eyes at the memory.

“That was probably to protect my mother and my father and my siblings because if Sharnarrah said that my mother was a sister, you would have no doubt killed us because we were not Mountain Blizzard Clan orcs, just humans, hiding in plain sight as Clan Chief Khagra’s personal servants. But the fact that Sharnarrah spoke of my mother at all, shows she must have forgiven my mother for leaving her, at least a little bit. Sharnarrah, according to my mother, was heartbroken and actually quite bitter when my mother fell in love with my father- to the point she became a servant right alongside him to stay with him. And leaving Sharnarrah and Jaseeneh were my mother’s biggest and deepest regrets. My mother was allowed to pilgrimage to the closest mountain to grow breadseed in the winter. And she could only look from that mountain to the other where the Mountain Blizzard Clan resided. Knowing she was so close but still so far away from them. My mother owed Jaseeneh her life and had repaid it by saving Jaseeneh’s and the rest of the clan from starvation several times. And it broke Jaseeneh’s heart that my mother would choose to love my father more than her, more than Sharnarrah, who was like a sister to her. Even when Jaseen’s other clan members adored my mother and tried to court her, but she did not return their feelings and politely refused their proposals.” You explained.

“What did my grandmother save your mother from?” Zorroku asked softly before you reached up and you held a handful of your red hair before you went back to soothing Ori.

“Your mother was born with red hair like you and was treated badly for it?” Zorroku asked with a deep frown as you sniffled and nodded yes.

“Why? It’s just red hair, it’s not…” Zorroku asked.

“Because red hair was seen as a curse to the people where my mother’s family resided with. They came from an area of the home world that humans came from- four hundred years ago, when the spheres converged. They all associated red hair as being a child of the devils. And they claimed it was ‘red headed devils that brought the plague and then converged the spheres’. And when my mother was born it was a light reddish blonde hair, they took it as a sign that the devils were close and that the blonder the hair got, the farther away the devils were. So while it wasn’t obviously apparent, she was immediately made the object of suspicion by her whole village.” You revealed lowly.

“But it’s just hair! It’s not something anyone can control.” Zorroku contested as the rest of his family was frowning too because this was the first they were hearing of such preposterous things.

“But it was just a belief they brought over from the home world. The older my mother got, the darker her hair got and the more pronounced the red was. Especially in the winter when she wasn’t in the sun so much. Because her hair got lighter in the summer when she was out in the sun more. Even though her skin was very white and her skin would turn as red as her hair and then freckles would dirty up her skin. The whole village saw my mother’s freckles as her skin always being dirty. And my birth grandmother tried to scrub her skin raw trying to scrub them off so that she and her family were not seen as filthy and something to be avoided.” You explained.

“But they’re so cute.” Zorroku blurted out as he argued which got you to smile and laugh through your tears.

“Then you’re the first to see them and think that way.” You answered him.

“According to the rest of my mother’s village, they associated every bad thing that happened to the village with my mother, and her family. To the point that when the green plague swept through, they put her on the sacrificial altar to their god. Since it was seen as a sign that the reason the plague came to them was because my mother was left alive and hadn’t been put to death at birth. But Jaseeneh and her clan were hunting in the woods nearby on that day. And when they heard my mother’s screams and her immediate family’s cries and screams, they came upon the scene to see my mother tied upon an alter and her family at her feet, being put to death. Their blood being splattered on my mother and the alter. Jaseeneh was incensed to see a child be put to death. So they interrupted the ceremony. And Jaseeneh cut my mother’s bonds with her own knife and took my mother as her own when she saw that my mother was only a small child and clearly too young and too innocent to be guilty of anything that deserved a punishment of death. And because Jaseeneh was the Clan Chieftess at the time, she ordered for the entire village to be put to death. Since they had already put my mother’s family to death for trying to stop the sacrifice. And they started with my mother’s mother and then her father and had started to kill off her siblings, starting with the eldest ones first, leaving my mother the only one left.” You recounted as more tears came from your eyes.

“My mother’s father’s name was Zorroushku, and my mother’s- mother’s name was Glashnarra. Her brothers were named Grushnagah and Murnagah, and my mother’s sister’s name was Marnausta. So you are all named after my mother’s slaughtered family. All because they either bore or were a sibling to one with red hair.” You explained as Crowthu and his children felt like someone had just stabbed them through the heart to hear this.

“Fuck.” Crowthu breathed as he didn’t realize the significance of his children’s names, he just thought they were Mountain Bilzzard Clan names.

“From that day until the day my mother left to marry my father. Jaseeneh saw my mother as her daughter. And Sharnarrah saw her as a sister and her best friend. And for Sharnnarrah to…” Your emotion cut off your words.

“To say my mothers name. Something Sharnarrah swore to my mother the last time they saw each other and got into the worst fight they had ever gotten into. Sharnarrah insisted that if my mother wanted to be a slave so bad, that that was her choice and that she was going to forget all about her and never speak of her again. And that her name would never pass her lips and told my mother that if she spoke hers, that the gods would bring calamity upon her for not only abandoning her and her family but them too. But for Sharnnarrah to never reveal where my mother was, means that she still loved my mother enough to try to protect her. And my mother will be so heartbroken to hear it, but so proud to have Sharn’s own granddaughter named after her. Oriannaregina.” You cooed to Ori as you kissed the crown of her head affectionately as Yotul, while she had always felt competitive towards Sharn, to know this truth pulled at her own heartstrings as she herself felt so bad for not befriending Sharn herself and making her life hard enough that she missed her friend so much to call her name out on her deathbed.

Zorroku couldn’t be more offended hearing this. He thought your red hair was so beautiful and so unique. But to hear that other humans thought it was a curse? That made no sense. Orcs loved everything red. Red was the patron color of Zighorh, the god of war. It was meant to show the blood spilled on the battlefield and every orc wore red warpaint when they rode into battle so that if they were wounded, either they or no one else would know until a warrior fell to the ground dead. Red was the color to signify for boys. Red was the color of honor and glory. And you had a head full of red. And it only seemed to awaken his need and want to go raiding, if only to provide more for you. It was such a beautiful shade of red, with deep oranges that reminded him of fires and the flames and of the sunrise and sunset. He needed to prove to you that such a wonderful thing should never be seen as a curse but a blessing! And he was grateful his grandmother put your mother’s village to death. Because if she had not, he would want to raid and destroy such a place himself at sunrise. Because righteous anger was blazing in his veins and in his heart. And he felt he needed to exterminate everyone who thought and felt that way. And from now on he would be watching every human when you were around them because if they even hinted at such a thing, he would make sure they never bothered you, let alone said such lies out loud.

#Zorroku and Peaches #Zorroku and Peaches Part 5 #what is in reality just the third of the four parts I had to divide part 3 into #But aaaahhhh the angst #orc boyfriend #orc husband #medieval orc story #did you see the historical reference to midieval europe's antisemetic views?#Sad but true.#male orc x female reader #male monster x female reader

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