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chilling-seavey · 2 years

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okay idk if you’re doing blurbs or whether this has been done but we’ve done ABM dani meeting the boyfriends and we’ve done the wedding but what about the bfs asking ABM dani for permission to propose to his daughters or them calling him to say “DADDY IM ENGAGED?!?!” either one u want haha

i love your writing btw ABM is my fave but seasons change is very close tho

↳ A/N Aw thank you so much!! I loved this idea and I think a bit of Daniel's character development can be seen here...and we get a bit more information on the girls' endgames! <3

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Clementine

March 31, 2044

“Water break?”

“Sure.”

Winston watched from the stool as Daniel stood and walked across the studio space to the mini fridge, tapping his fingers gently on the curve of the acoustic guitar on his lap. He was thankful for the offer of water because he was feeling terribly parched all morning and it was only a matter of time before his voice gave his nervousness away.

“Don’t want to run your voice out.” Daniel joked as if he had been reading his mind and returned with a bottle of water outstretched to him.

Winston took it with a tight smile and a curt nod, “Thank you.”

“I’m still in shock that you gave up music for law because you have a serious ear for this shit.” Daniel complimented as he took his seat on the rolling chair just across from him, unscrewing his own bottle cap.

Winston chuckled politely and gave him a little bashful shrug, “I dunno how much money is in music and I thought law would help me to build up a nice savings to provide for…”

He faded out and took a long sip from his bottle.

Knowingly, Daniel only smirked, “To provide for my daughter?”

“Yeah.” Winston strained out of his sip.

Daniel just shook his head and turned back to the sound board, “I mean I dunno how much providing for Clementine needs…she’s been fiercely independent from the moment she was born.”

“She’s already making more than I am.” Winston admitted.

“Ah ha,” Daniel glanced over his shoulder to the younger man once more with a teasingly little joke of, “so she’s providing for you.”

“I…” Winston’s words stopped in his throat but Daniel hardly noticed as he turned back to the sound board again. Winston swore softly under his breath and shifted on the stool to set the acoustic guitar back on its stand nearby. His hands rubbed nervously on the thighs of his slacks and he cleared his throat, “I was wondering…if I may have a word with you…about Clementine.”

Daniel, one to be far too engrossed in his music equipment, didn’t even look up, “Whatever she did, I gotta say she’s your problem now.”

“No, no, nothing like that.” Winston shook his head.

Daniel still wasn’t looking at him.

With a soft sigh, Winston raked both his hands through his hair and then decide to just spit it out before he drove himself completely mad, “I want to ask her to marry me.”

Daniel spun around in his chair in a half second, “What?”

Now staring right at the man who he was facing this important question, Winston suddenly missed the sight of his back instead. He took a small breath, “I wanted to ask your permission to ask her to marry me.”

Suddenly Daniel’s stomach twisted and he slid his own palms against the thighs of his jeans nervously, completely taken back by this question he hadn’t had a second to prepare for. He always had Florence to be by his side and he honestly wished she was present for this so he didn’t have to try and swallow back his nervous, emotional, frightened vomit that was threatening to come up. Or maybe he was just dramatic.

“Dan…uh…Mr. Seavey, are…are you okay?” Winston stumbled out, worried at the sudden unreadable expression that had spread across his girlfriend’s father’s face.

“You’re…” Daniel took a small inhale, “You’re asking me for my permission?”

“Yes, sir. It would mean a lot to me. It would mean a lot to Clementine, I’m sure, as well.”

Daniel tried his hand, “And if I say no?”

Winston swallowed thickly, “Well, then I would be…I would be very upset but I would respect your answer and refrain from proposing to your daughter.”

“You would?”

“Yes, sir.” Winston nodded stiffly once. He wondered if Daniel could hear his heartbeat thudding from across the room. He wondered if Daniel could hear his mind whirling with thoughts chanting ‘please don’t say no’ over and over.

Daniel took a second to weigh his options, that saying no would be the selfishly easy way to go to keep his daughter to himself just a little while longer. It wasn’t going to be long until his other two were gone as well. But then he thought of Clementine and how smitten she was with her man and how angry she would be if Daniel put a block right in the middle of Winston’s plan for their future. Daniel wanted to take a timeout and call Florence to ask for emotional support but before he could,

“Yes.”

It was out of his mouth before he could even form a coherent thought, as if the spirit of his eldest daughter and level-headed wife spoke the answer for him. It was quiet – so quiet Winston had to lean forward and ask for clarification of what he said – and Daniel raised his eyes to the young man sitting across from him.

“Yes.” he answered again, more clearly, “Clem is…she’s…in love with you. It’s obvious. And it’s obvious that it’s mutual because you look at her like the way I have looked at my wife from the moment I met her. I’d be a fucking idiot to say no to you right now.”

Winston exhaled in surprise, “Really?”

Daniel forced a small smile, “Yeah, really.”

“Oh my God.” Winston stood from his stool, not even knowing what to do with himself, “Can I hug you?”

“Yeah.” Daniel laughed and stood with him and they shared a tight hug.

Daniel lingered there a moment, not long enough to make it weird but long enough that he let himself accept the fact that with a simple one word answer, he had blessed a son into his life. Well, riding on the fact that Clementine would say yes.

Of course, she said yes.

Penelope

June 11, 2044

“So sorry I’m late.”

Daniel glanced up at the young man hurrying over to the table in the corner of the coffee shop where he had been waiting for nearly ten minutes, “No problem.”

Anthony dropped his bag to the ground and took his seat across from him with a sigh, “Penelope hates saying goodbye when I drop her off at work.”

“Yeah, I get that. You shoulda seen her in kindergarten.” Daniel chuckled.

“And the way she idolises you? I bet it was ten times worse for you.” Anthony said coolly as he raised his hand to call over the waiter.

Daniel just smiled into his cup of tea at that statement as the younger man placed his order. They shared casual conversation about the weather and work and if the air conditioner had been fixed at Penelope’s apartment. Anthony spoke like coffee breaks with his girlfriend’s father was a casual occurrence, not a single falter in his voice, no hesitation or nervousness present. Maybe it was the fact that he knew that Winston got an easy yes because it had been only three months since Winston got his permission and now Anthony wanted to do the same. That was the thing with Clementine and Penelope; they were always close in every sense of the word.

It had been a long time coming for Penelope and Anthony as they had been dating five years – he was her first boyfriend – and it was obvious that they were basically a perfect match. Honestly, Daniel couldn’t have asked for a better partner for his shyest and most often misunderstood daughter but he might not have out right admitted that. But what Daniel didn’t expect was the conversation to veer in the direction of this young man’s adoration for his daughter so suddenly. Was five years sudden?

Anthony spoke quickly, it was something that Daniel had come to terms with since the day Penelope introduced them, but in that moment, he could hardly keep up, “I just wanted to sit you down and talk, you know, man to man. I’ve been thinking about Nell so much recently – more than normal if that’s even possible – and the last five years we’ve had and I love her. I am in love with her. I swear, there’s not a moment that goes by where I’m not thinking of her, that I’m not seeing her in every piece of art I pass, that I’m not…that I’m not completely obsessed with her. She’s literally it for me, man, like…”

Anthony faded out under Daniel’s lingering stare and he tapped his hand against the side of his mug with the sudden wave of nervousness that froze the words in his throat for a moment. Daniel knew what was coming by that point, he could sense it like there had been a change in the air or a shift of the rotation of the earth, and as he watched the young man in front of him gush about one of the four most special women in his life; Daniel knew.

A calm smile pulled at Anthony’s lips as he stared into space and he drummed his fingers on the table before looking back at Daniel, “I need to marry her. I need to marry her or…or…or I’ll never forgive myself. I can’t put this off any longer. I would have done it already but Penelope literally idolises you and I know the moment that I ask her she’d ask me if I had asked you and…so…I needed to ask you. I wanted to ask you. So…I’m asking you.”

Daniel, fighting away his feeling of watching another little girl slip out of reach, smiled lightly at the bumbling young man.

Anthony took a breath, “I’m asking you if I can marry your daughter.”

Daniel barely opened his mouth to offer any response before he was interrupted.

“You have raised an incredible young woman.” Anthony blurted out, almost as if he were desperate to keep Daniel on his side, “She is so generous and intelligent and beautiful and so damn creative. She is a wonder, sir, and I…it would be an honour to marry her. An absolute honour.”

“I mean, keep going,” Daniel chuckled, slouching back against the booth, “I like hearing you gas me up as a father.”

“Shit, did I cut you off? I’m so sorry.” Anthony jumped in. “I’m so sorry. I’m just dreading that you’d say no.”

“Why would I say no?”

“Why would you say no?” Anthony repeated breathily as if needing to speak aloud to process the question, “I dunno. Because…because…”

“It was a rhetorical question.” Daniel chuckled, leaning forward again as if at a serious meeting. It was a serious meeting. “Listen, as stunningly incredible as Penelope is, she’s not an easy person and when she was little she really gave us trouble – of no fault of her own – and part of me always sort of worried that she’d stay so far behind her peer group that she’d never fit in enough to find someone willing to put up with everything she needs and everything she is.”

“Oh, believe me, Daniel, she is no trouble to me. She is a masterpiece to me.”

Daniel would be embarrassed to say that the young man’s adoring words towards such a cherished piece of Daniel’s own heart and soul was truly making him blink back tears, “I’ve known you five years too now and I’ve seen how you’ve supported her and loved her and how she’s a whole new version of herself when she has you.”

“Please.” Anthony breathed into the universe.

“Of course, you can ask her to marry you.” Daniel said softly.

As if he had been expecting a no, Anthony huffed out a sigh of relief and he pressed his hand to his chest, “Oh my God, thank you.”

“Do you have a plan?”

Anthony shook his head, “God no, not yet. This was my first step. Now I need to think of everything else. It has to be absolutely perfect.”

“Perfect proposal for perfect Penelope.”

Anthony grinned across the table and they clinked their mugs together as he agreed with a sweet, “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Lucy

December 23, 2047

There was nothing Daniel adored more than holding a baby. From the moment his eldest daughter was first laid in his arms, that fact was sealed. Now, staring down at his first grandchild sleeping in his arms, Daniel felt like life was nothing less than a surreal blessing.

Florence was cuddled up at his side, her arm curled around his with her cheek resting on his shoulder, “You look so good with babies.”

Daniel glanced over at her, “Wanna have another?”

Her soft scoff was hardly an answer but she pressed a kiss to his shoulder gently.

Even as their family grew up and all three of their daughters were long moved out, their tradition to travel out west for Christmas never once fell through. The noise of Daniel’s childhood home was always reaching new heights year after year but the four-month-old baby girl in his arms slept soundly regardless, even as dinner was being put away in the kitchen and Tyler was playing his country music through the Bluetooth speakers a little too loud.

“How is she?”

Daniel glanced up at his eldest daughter as she approached and Clementine leaned over him to get a look at her sleeping baby in his arms.

“She’s just perfect.” Daniel whispered gently.

“I have to get her changed and put down for the night.” Clementine said.

“No, no.” Daniel moved one hand to push his daughter’s hands away as she tried to reach for the baby. “She’s fine here.”

“Come on, dad.” Clementine chuckled. “Say goodnight.”

With a soft pout, Daniel leaned down and kissed the baby’s forehead, “Good night, littlest angel. I love you.”

It was honestly perfect timing that Clementine took her daughter from him in that moment because what followed probably would have had Daniel dropping the poor baby to the carpet. His phone rang in his pocket and with his watchful eye on his daughter and his granddaughter disappearing upstairs, he pulled it out to see who was calling.

Lucy had left before dinner for a date with her boyfriend and he hadn’t expected to hear from her for the rest of the night since she was staying at her own apartment in the city. He answered his youngest daughter’s phone call with almost a hint of nervousness in his chest, and Florence just snuggled closer to him until the warm light of the fireplace and Christmas tree and chaotic noise of the ever-growing family in the background.

“Hey, Luce.” Daniel answered.

“Daddy.” Lucy breathed out, her voice obviously trembling. “Oh my gosh, Dad, thank God you answered.”

“Are you okay?” Daniel asked hurriedly.

“I am…incredible.” she laughed breathily. “Daddy, I’m getting married.”

The sudden tensing of his body had Florence raising her head from his shoulder in confusion.

“What do you mean you’re getting married?” Daniel repeated so his wife could hear.

Florence leaned in so both of their ears were pressed to his cell phone.

Lucy let out an excited shriek, “Xavier proposed tonight, Daddy! It was so perfect! Under all the lights at the Christmas market and my ringis so stunning!”

Daniel felt like the rug was swept out from under him after having two prior engagements ran past him first. He wasn’t expecting this at all. He wasn’t prepared for this at all. Florence rubbed a comforting hand across his chest, staying quiet while eavesdropping on the phone call that wasn’t hers.

“Wow,” Daniel forced himself to choke out for the sake of his excited youngest, “That’s…great news, princess.”

“I feel like a princess, Dad!” Lucy gushed. “We’re on our way over, okay? Don’t tell anyone yet, I want it to be a surprise, but I hadto tell you first.”

Daniel smiled softly, honestly, at the obvious adoration all of his girls carried for him and he leaned his head against his wife’s. Lucy was always one to be loud and eccentric and she talked on a mile a minute about step by step of the proposal and how it happened and what she was wearing and what he said and how so terribly excited she was. She was the last of his daughters to be engaged and to be married and although part of him wished he had that cliché moment of being asked his permission, maybe this was for the best. Daniel wasn’t very good at letting go, even when he knew he had to.

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filthsthings · 3 years

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Back to you. {H.C}

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Sophia)

Synopsis: after Sophia's parents died, she inherited the mansion she grew up in. What lies in it? What secrets is she to discover?

Warning(s): slight angst?

Chap2

A/n: it's from my Wattpad, please be nice skskksks 🙂. AND YES IM STARTING TWO SERIES WITHOUT FINISHING MY FIRST ONE BECAUSE IM DEPRESSED LMAO... Btw, no Henry yet. Mwhehehehehehehe y'all have to wait, oki?

" does it always have to be me?" Sophia sighed, looking at her old house from afar.

after she finished her last drink, she came down from the hill which has the best view of her old house. guess this is the end, Sophia thought.

she opened the rusty old oak door to her apartment. struggling, the landlord came to her to help open the door. "there you go. I should fix this old door sometime." the man said.

as she thanked the man, she noticed the eerie feeling that her landlord has been giving off ever since she transferred. "young girl, don't try to change anything. I'm telling you." confused Sophia just nodded to make the old man go back.

sophia's phone ringing woke her up the next day.

"Hello?"

[come here. we need to talk about the inheritance]

"Okay, what time?"

[around ten in the morning] she said before hanging up.

Sophia got ready in an elegant style of outfit. paring her pink velvet laced dress with a pair of heels. wearing this unpleasant outfit is the last thing she wanted but she can never resist her sister's insults about her looks.

"so, shall we start?" the attorney said as he heard Sophia enter.

"Yes," the eldest sister said with a grinning face thinking that she has the most inherited share. Sophia scoffed.

" Adrienne, the eldest? you will have this jewelry set." the eldest's eye widened in shock.

" that's not it right?" she spoke with impatience hinting at her voice. the attorney looked in the piece of paper he's holding.

"I'm afraid it is, miss Tuffin." The eldest frowned as she thanked the lawyer giving her the family's oldest jewelry set.

"And miss Annieson, 100 million dollars." The lawyer looking at the second sister with amusement.

"Wow, seems like we know who's the favorite here." The second said with a wide smile on her face.

"And for... Miss Sophia?" The lawyer looked at her as he read the will with wide eyes, shocked." the Tuffin mansion and every single furniture and things inside it." Sophia's eyes widened as she heard what she will be possessing.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" The eldest whined.

"You must be mistaken, sir. They already disowned me as their family. I don't think they will give me this big inheritance." Sophia said, mixed emotions pushing her tears from the back of her eyes.

"That's right! She disgraced this family! She doesn't even deserve to step anywhere near this mansion!" The eldest said as she walked near Sophia with a deadly glare.

Sophia held her sister's glare "That was an accident! I was the victim for Pete's sake! How many times do I have to push it on your little mind!"

The lawyer coughed, trying to gain back their attention. "Well, they also left letters for each of you." He said while handing out the old parchments. "And miss Sophia, you can move here anytime you want as the will said."

The eldest sister glared at her, thinking of how she will destroy her in her sleep. "We will be off now. I can't stand seeing your dirty face." The eldest said with disgust.

" I'll be going now. Tell me when you need anything." The second daughter said as she looked at Sophia with sad and guilty eyes.

Sophia sighed as she opened the letter after the two sisters left the mansion.

Sophia,

I know this is a shock for you and your sisters. But it's quite the opposite of me and your father. We know our time is near and we don't regret it. Please know that we never despised you in any means. We wanted you to come back and live with us but you keep rejecting the idea we have been giving you for months. We can't blame you, your eldest sister kept abusing you physically and mentally but we never did anything. We all know how bad your sister's temper is. I know what happened that night, love. I want you to know that your father and I did investigations to get the justice you deserved although we just can't do it publicly because the image your father put up for years can't be ravaged or we will be nowhere. I am deeply sorry for making your stay in that tacky little apartment downtown. We are so sorry that we made you suffer like that alone...

We made you inherit the mansion because we know that you're the only one who's righteous to experience the adventure inside that mansion. Now now, don't be scared, my dear. You will find the happiness you have been looking for in that adventure. Savor it and enjoy. Your father and I will always be proud of you.

I love you,

Mother.

Sophia, confused, rolled the parchment as the lawyer gave it to her. She put down the parchment while looking around the living area that they grew up in. Memories flooded right through her, how her mother chased her after mischief she has performed, how she fought with her sisters after eating the last cookie, how her mother and father thought her and her sister's proper propriety, how her dad called her names after reading the daily articles... How she wishes to go back in time just to change her misdeed and make her parents proud.

As she mourned over the dead memories of the house, she rose from her seat, thinking she should probably check the halls. She roamed the aisles freely from door to door and another. I'll never be done with how many rooms there are in this home. She thought.

When she finished checking upstairs, remembering, she came to the kitchen looking for water as her throat parched from her adventure. "Is this what you're saying, mother?" She mumbled. She stared at the kitchen looking as it has complete appliances, and to her amazement, it did. From the cooking pans to the refrigerator, it was all new, almost as if her mother expected the passing of them. The thought made Sophia's eyes burn from constructing tears.

After the crying session she had, she ate dinner watching the sun as it sets. She did her usual night routine then gone to sleep.

"I can do this."

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beautyandthewarcanons · 3 years

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Echo's Beacon: Part Thirty One

[You can read part thirty here! All BATW & DTTR characters belong to @poisonappletales ! ❤]

Everyone in the room stopped, their attention on me as I began to scream in sheer terror. My hands were plastered to the sides of my head, unable to see the cause of my sudden torment- or rather, hear it. No one knew what was happening or what to do, either standing or looking around helplessly, as if a solution would appear out of thin air.

Wind narrowed his eyes, recalling what had occurred in the basement. Without warning, he strode over, hopping onto the mattress.

And upon whirling around, shielding me, he emitted a ferocious roar, baring his teeth threateningly. Anyone standing near the bed dispersed, and I only clamped my hands tighter over my ears. I dared to open my eyes, watching Roslyn as she slowly retreated, slinking back into the shadows. Wind glanced back at me as I flopped onto my side from the exhaustion.

The group looked around, bewildered. "Sir Wind... did you see it...?" Ambrosia dared to ask.

"No. But what I did must have worked." Wind replied, getting to his feet.

"Everyone, go to your bedrooms. We're turning in for the night." Barium announced. Ambrosia went over to help me as I shuffled out of the room. Chase frowned deeply as he watched me avoid eye contact with anyone.

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I curled up in bed that night, unable to sleep. Jasmine had practically dragged Ambrosia out of the room, not comfortable with her being in the same room with me overnight after my outburst. It soon phased into early morning, and I was still unable to rest. Sighing in defeat, I decided to get a glass of water. If I ran into any spirits, so be it. I couldn't stop them even if I tried, anyway.

I quietly made my way through the silent corridors, heading toward the kitchen. Once there, I opened the fridge, taking out the almost empty pitcher of water. Funny, I thought I had filled it up before the party had begun last evening.

I exhaled slowly. Another group activity, another disaster. I poured myself a glass. The pitcher had just enough water to fill it, placing it in the sink. I was about to shut the fridge when I heard a sound coming from the dining room. I craned my head, furrowing a brow. I closed the fridge without diverting my gaze.

As a result, I didn't notice a sinister apparition I had not yet encountered directly, having been standing behind the open refrigerator door.

She stood, tall and rigid. Charred skin, bared teeth clenched into a permanent scowl. A stiff, black hat on her head with feathers as sharp as blades protruding from it. A dress equally as dark that fell to the floor. Smoke and ash seemed to rise from her, dissipating into the air.

As I moved toward the sound, she floated behind me, only a few feet separating us. I stopped at the doorway, the dining room im view. My mouth parched, I dared to take a gulp of cool water.

It was then that my eyes caught movement.

I took a step back. I still had not noticed Winifred. Her arm outstretched, if I had taken even one step back, her iron grip would've taken hold.

It was then, a hand stretched out from under the long table. Dragging across the floor, I knew exactly who he was.

I quickly went to him as he choked. I dropped my glass on the floor, a single drop remaining inside it. I felt helpless as he clutched his throat. My eyes moistened with fresh tears.

"You really loved her." My voice cracked.

Alistair drew back a bit, his choking surprisingly beginning to subside, allowing him to speak. "Grief has never left me." I furrowed my brows as I sat on my knees, listening. "All of the little things. Her smile... the way she gazed at something... the deep well of her soul. Things most neither acknowledged nor appreciated. She became my everything. And now... all is lost to me." His brow creased then. "But then... you came, miss. You... who is so much like her. Your eyes behold both sadness and wonder. Your cries are felt, but not heard. A centerpiece that does not radiate, but lingers." His hollow blue eyes widened a moment. "You are in grave danger. The source of which is as much from the living as of the dead."

"So... you know that... that you're..."

"But of course, miss. But we are all bound here. I cannot see her." His voice quieted then. "I know she is here... my beloved... but she presents not to me."

"It's the guilt. You can't see beyond it."

"Perhaps. But I can see you. Your face... it brings me comfort. Despite this... you must leave this place. Your life will be taken."

I shook my head. "I can't... the bridge... it's still being repaired."

"I attempted to protect you that night. From that animal. You are very much like her, miss. My Katherine. It is why many of them resent you. It was her demise... which ultimately led to theirs."

"... What about Uvall?" I asked suddenly.

Alistair frowned. "I know of that name, but I fear I do not know of what it may conjure. It is something I never wish to know. Even the monstrosities here do not engage with such a being."

I nodded. I wanted to just get up and walk away, go to bed, but I couldn't will myself to move. My whole body felt tense. I looked down at my hands to see they were trembling.

And then, his hands slid into mine to hold them.

My gaze snapped up. The sound of my own breathing seemed to have intensified.

"You remind me of him." My voice trembled.

"... I'm glad of that, miss." His voice lowered once more. "I must ask you to allow me to remain by you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Allow me to take the pain I know all too well from you this night. I do not wish to witness you endure such suffering."

Before I could reply, he cupped my face with his hands, planting a single, chaste kiss.

My heart began to race. I couldn't stop myself from reciprocating his gesture even if I wanted to.

We held onto one another for dear life. It felt as if I was drowning in bliss. This was all I had ever wanted, my perfect someone to call my own, love me unconditionally. Who knew that someone wouldn't even be from this world?

The thick dining hall carpet below cushioned us as he drew me down to my side. His fingertips stroked my head, my eyelids fluttering closed as a grin stretched across my face.

Just then, there was a bright light.

"Alistair-"

"Do not fret, miss. There is nothing to fear. I will remain beside you until you wake. You shall fall into a deep slumber... but you will still feel me." His voice was a whisper, the tail end beginning to fade as the light blurred before everything faded to darkness. I could still feel his fingers petting my head.

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My eyes cracked open, sunlight washing over me from the window. Squinting, I began to sit up-

"Oh, shit-" My head throbbed sharply, my hand darting to my forehead to hold it for a moment.

"Lady Kara, you must lay back down."

I jolted a bit. "Oh, what- Ambrosia?"

"It's alright, lady Kara. There's no need to be alarmed. You are safe now."

I groaned, the back of my head making contact with the pillow once more. "Safe? What's going on?"

"Nothing at this moment in time, and we're hoping it remains that way."

My eyes blinked open. Arsenik was standing at the foot of my bed.

In fact, there were several others in the room as well.

"Uh... what are you all doing? Why are you standing around... there?"

"Miss Kara..." Arsenik went to move closer, when I noticed someone at my right. Chase shot the Hulder a glare. He had been there the whole time. "... do you remember anything which transpired last night?"

I furrowed a brow. "Did I do something?" I stopped then.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. But someone did." Chase answered, once again shooting Arsenik a glare.

"How did I get back here?" I asked. Ambrosia tried to stop me from sitting up. I did so anyway, slowly, staring at the painting for a moment. "... Oh... he must have brought me here. After...-"

"Lady Kara... you remember seeing sir Viktor?"

I blinked, shaking my head. "Viktor?"

The mentioned Hulder twiddled his fingers, glancing away for a moment.

"Kara..." Barium approached then. "I'm sure you're very confused right now. I need you to tell us anything you remember from last night. It's very important."

"Okay... well, I came in here after being terrorized by Roslyn. I couldn't sleep, because Jasmine had Ambrosia taken to her and Rosemary's room. So... I got up to get some water." I said.

"Where was the water when you retrieved it?" Barium asked.

"In the pitcher, where else?" I asked.

"Where was the pitcher?"

"Why is this so important?"

"Kara, please." Barium frowned.

"Okay... in the fridge."

"How much water did you drink?"

"I drank what was left in it. There was just enough for a glass."

Wind, who was silently listening in the back of the group, glanced at Viktor for a moment.

"What did you do with the pitcher?"

"I put it in the sink... something wrong with that?"

Arsenik furrowed a brow. "You did not refill the pitcher, miss Kara?"

"... No? I'm pretty sure I didn't. I wasn't in the mood to wash it." At this, Arsenik glanced at Barium uneasily.

"What happened next?" The monarch asked.

I proceeded to tell them of my encounter with Alistair. "He warned me to leave this place... but clearly, we can't. But then... I- I lost myself, we- lost ourselves. I reminded him of Katherine. I couldn't let go of him if I wanted to." Chase began to frown deeply. "I can't remember the last time I felt so... blissful. Alistair must have brought me here. Is that why you're all here? Did you see him? Did you see us? Do you finally believe me?"

"... Lady Kara... it was sir Viktor who came upon you in the night. He too, had awoken to fetch some water."

"You must have refilled the pitcher of water, miss Kara." Viktor spoke up then. "It was filled to the brim, and returned to the ice box. I... had just returned it myself when..."

"When what? Viktor, I don't understand-"

"He described to me a scream unlike any other he has heard before reached him. That is when he came upon you in the dining hall. He told me that he found you writhing in agony, convulsing violently." I fell silent.

"By the time Viktor carried you back toward the bedrooms, you were inches from death." Barium continued. Ambrosia's hands began to tremble. "Ambrosia saved your life."

"His highness requested the Imugi inspect the cup nearby where you were. There was only a small amount of residue... but just enough to determine that it was-"

"Arsenic." Wind cut the Hulder off. "You were poisoned."

I looked at all of them, stunned. "I was not poisoned. I would- I would have remembered- there has to be some mistake."

"No, miss Kara. It isn't. What you thought transpired was an illusion. It isn't real." Arsenik said then.

My brows twisted up then, shaking my head. "No. No, it was real. I felt it. I felt every second of it. I felt his words. I felt his eyes. I felt the love he had for her, and in that moment he felt it for me. I felt everything."

"Kara... there is a possibility that someone was roaming about between the time you used the pitcher and when Viktor did. Maybe, they were anticipating you beforehand-"

"I was not poisoned." I cut Barium off.

"Lady Kara... please listen to them." Ambrosia begged.

"No... no, I am not going to sit here while you all look at me like I'm crazy. I'm going to find him." I flung my covers off. When Ambrosia tried to stop me, I shook her off. Those present became unsettled as I made my way out of the room, swaying with lingering dizziness as I did so. "I'm going to prove it once and for all, I am not crazy, what I'm seeing and feeling and hearing is real!" I stormed toward the dining hall. "Alistair! Alistair!" I called, looking all around me once I was in the large room. "Where are you? I need you!"

"Kara..." Chase gripped my shoulders. "There's nobody here now." He then stiffened, his eyes resting on something. I turned, looking over my shoulder.

A large, discolored stain was soaked into the carpet. It was right near where I had been laying the night before. I froze.

"Lady Kara, please, you must come back to bed..." Ambrosia pleaded.

"... This doesn't belong here." I said, my whole body stiff as I went to the kitchen. I frantically began to sift through the cabinets, pouring soap into a bucket and filling it with water. Bubbles rapidly rose to the surface. I took a rag, placing the bucket down as I began to madly scrub the spot.

Arsenik felt helpless. He glanced over at Viktor, who shifted on his feet nervously. X came in the room then, Ambrosia looking at him wordlessly. The prisoner approached me.

"Hey, lady. Will ya stop for a second?"

I continued to scrub. "Why isn't it coming out...?" I whimpered. I kept looking under the table. "Why isn't he here...?"

"Alright, come on lady, knock it off-" He began to pry the sponge out of my hands.

"No- stop- let go of it!!!" I began to scream. "He's here! I'm telling you that he's here!" I cried. X tossed the sponge aside as my face contorted in anguish.

"Onyx... bring her back to her room." Barium said quietly. The Executioner nodded once. As he hoisted me up, my screams echoed through the halls as I was taken away. When I was finally put away, only silence was left behind.

To be continued...

#beautyandthewar #poisonappletales #beauty and the war x playing pieces #beauty and the war #donttakethisrisk #ambrosia #dont take this risk #arsenik #love #drama #horror #suspense

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suga-kookiemonster · 4 years

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thinking abt hoe chronicles tae and im. I would like a refill sir??? it seems I've drained my cup in .2 seconds

also hush series tae can have my fucking babies I’m sorry I just. God (your writing is everything)

ah, yes. my thirst taefics 😂 pass me some of whatever you’re drinking, i’m PARCHED

#thanks for reading babe 😘#glad you're as depraved as i am 😂#fic: ehc #fic: hush series #husband #✨kim tag✨#anonymous #asks

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dumpsterd1va · 5 years

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okay you know this video with the French guys and the kitten in the road? my heads been doing this thing lately where everything i see lately is andreil so uh... have this little fic based on that lmfao im so sorry

curiosity and the cat

Andrew Minyard had grown up learning to appreciate quiet spaces. The bleachers during 3rd period. The back shelves of the library. The park at 1 AM. He was never truly alone but it was enough to pretend that nothing else existed except him, the ground beneath his feet, and the sky above his head.

It wasn’t until he got his first car that he understood true solitude. Four walls, four wheels, two arms, two legs, a tank of gas that would take him anywhere, and endless stretches of road. He’d run the tank dry and then do it all over again. It didn’t matter if it was rush hour or the dead of night. Everyone else existed in their own metal cocoons, at a distance and irrelevant to him, and he existed in a space that was fully his. All his. If threads of promises unkept weren’t holding him back, Andrew sometimes thought he could go and never come back, living in his car and driving circles around the country until the inevitable.

He always came back though, to the makeshift home he and the only two people he permitted to call him family had made for themselves in Columbia, but when sleep refused him, he would drive for miles and miles on empty roads towards an empty head. The hour and destination didn’t matter, only the feeling of the road churning beneath his tires and the smooth leather of the steering wheel gliding against his palms.

For Andrew taking a long drive to nowhere was like getting a haircut or drinking a tall glass of water on a summer day, so it was no surprise that he found himself on a forested highway just after dawn, letting the frigid morning breeze tangle in his hair.

No, the surprise wasn’t the drive nor the time nor the place.

It was the kitten.

There was nothing notable about the beginning, but then again beginnings are never terribly interesting. It began with the neon glow of 4:36 stabbing his eyes through the dark, a low throb in the back of his head, a parched throat, sweat dripping down his back and pooling uncomfortably just above where his hips connected to the mattress. His sweaty clothes, his matted hair, and the damp sheets clung to him like old memories. He was shivering.

So he drove.

He drove and he kept driving, down abandoned freeways and up windy mountain roads. He stopped for a cigarette at the peak of one, leaning back on the hood of his car and watching the muted pinks of the waking sun struggle against the pitch of night.

The storm inside him stilled.

The drive back home wasn’t as lonely as the drive out, but by that time Andrew didn’t need the silence anymore. He zipped past cars, weaving in and out of the lanes, ignoring the belated honks and indignant faces reflected in his rear view mirror.

He was coming up behind a motorcycle now, but he didn’t bother to pass it. Passing a motorcycle always felt like issuing a challenge and it was one Andrew didn’t have the energy to follow up on.

Which was why he was on autopilot, windows rolled down, radio humming low, going at least 20 miles slower than normal when it happened.

The facts didn’t make themselves immediately apparent. A small lump illuminated by the haze of his headlights, a flash of orange, an impossibly tiny face. Andrew only had just enough time to process what he had seen when he pulled over to the shoulder with a jerk of the wheel that probably would’ve earned him another honk if there had been more people on the road.

He was already flinging his door open and jumping out before he could even think when he noticed someone running towards him. The motorcyclist ahead of him had parked too and was sprinting at impossible speeds towards and now past Andrew. He could hear the helmet rattling against their skull as they hurtled towards the tiny orange speck on the road.

Another car was speeding towards them, but the motorcyclist either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Slamming his door shut and running up the road, Andrew held his hand up in front of him, gesturing for the car to slow down before it killed them. Miraculously there was no honking, only a curious gaze at the strange scene unfolding on the highway at just past six in the morning.

The motorcyclist remained ignorant of Andrew saving their lives, crouching on the ground and scooping the kitten up, cooing sweet nothings.

“How’d you get here little one?” The voice that escaped the helmet was a warm tenor and just a bit hoarse. The motorcyclist was walking towards the shoulder now. “Ah, p’tit loulou, you couldn’t have gotten here on your own. Where are you from?”

For a brief moment, Andrew basked in that jittery butterflies in your stomach feeling of standing in the middle of a road before trailing behind the motorcyclist who was still making embarrassing noises at the cat.

As he got closer, Andrew actually heard something that echoed his own train of thought, “Who would fucking leave a kitten in the middle of the road?” The helmet was bowed down now, gloved hands scratching the kitten’s head. “Some asshole abandoned you… when you’re this tiny.” A defeated sigh. “I’d take you but Sir doesn’t take kindly to strange cats and I don’t wanna upset her, but I can’t just leave you here.”

“Stop whining and give me the damn cat.” The motorcyclist seemed to register his presence for the first time and that’s when Andrew realized he’d said that out loud.

“Really? You’ll take it?” The voice had brightened considerably and even through the tinted glass of the helmet, Andrew could see a smile.

Andrew shrugged and rubbed the kitten’s head right between the ears, its large eyes staring up at him as he did so. “Just another stray.”

“Thank you,” the motorcyclist said as the kitten transferred between their hands. “You take in stray cats often?”

“Not cats.”

Hands finally free, the motorcyclist ripped off the helmet and rested it against their side. “Oh, so dogs then?”

Andrew drank in the sweaty red hair that stuck up from the motorcyclist’s head like an explosion, the frigid blue eyes that were so clear they looked like glass, the elegant nose, the strong eyebrows, the thin lips, the freckled cheeks. All things that would have made a classic beauty, had it not been for a trail of thin scars and burn marks criss crossing through those striking features that revealed a life not easily lived. They took that face from classic to once in a lifetime.

“People.”

A quirked eyebrow. A relaxed smirk. “Is that so? I’m glad you have experience then.”

Andrew didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from their voice like molasses. “Whatever I’m taking the cat.”

Hands raised in surrender. Eyes amused. “Hey, it—” A cursory glance. “Sorry, she’s all yours. You’re gonna want to get her checked out at the vet first though. Ringworm in kittens can be deadly. And super contagious.”

Andrew’s grip on the kitten must’ve tightened because she mewled with some discomfort. He loosened his hands and stroked her behind her ears.

“Hey,” the voice was softer now, velvet smooth. Blue eyes peered down at him through thick lashes. “I can help you make a drop in appointment. I just can’t risk possibly exposing my own cat to diseases. I’m probably already going to have to burn this whole outfit.” Taking in the worn jeans and the flaking leather jacket, Andrew didn’t think that’d be such a bad idea.

He said as much and earned himself an eye roll. “Sure, criticize the guy who’s trying to help you out.” Said guy rubbed a finger against the kitten’s face. “Be glad you’re so cute or I’d never go through all this trouble.”

Andrew had to agree.

Pulling an ancient phone out of his equally ancient pants pocket, Andrew’s second unexpected companion for the day pressed a few buttons before putting the phone to his ear. After a few rings he said, “Hi, I’d like to bring in a kitten I just found.” A beat of silence. “Not sure. Yeah.” His fingers idly stroked the kitten’s back. “Yes, I can be there in an hour. Tell the doctor it’s Neil Josten. Yep, thanks so much. Bye.”

Strapping his helmet back on, Neil said to Andrew, “Just follow me, I’ll take you to the clinic I take Sir to.”

They strode along the shoulder until they reached Andrew’s car. “Fine, but don’t pull any trick shit, I’m in a car remember?”

“From the way you were driving, I think you need to remind yourself first.”

Unlocking his car, Andrew sighed. Motorcyclists and their attitudes. “Hold this.” He handed over the kitten to Neil before yanking his sweatshirt off. He wrapped his hands in the hoodie before taking her back and swaddling her in it until only her face was showing.

“Oh, you’ll make a great cat mom.”

“Shut up.”

“Should I get you a baby on board sticker?”

“I will leave you and the disease carrier on the street to rot if you don’t quit it.”

An easy grin was hidden behind the helmet but Andrew managed to see it regardless. He chose to ignore it and instead clambered over the driver’s seat, setting the kitten on the ground on the passenger’s side. He slid the seat all the way up and found a few more discarded jackets for padding to prevent the kitten from sliding around. She was still gazing up at him with those huge eyes, but didn’t seem unhappy with the arrangement.

Giving her one last head scratch, he muttered. “If you even think about peeing or pooping or puking in here, I will toss you out the window.”

When he was satisfied, he turned back to Neil and said, “Lead the way.”

Neil’s expression was unreadable on the account of the helmet but the gentle tone of his voice was unmistakable when he murmured just loud enough for Andrew to hear, “I’m glad it was you.”

He walked off without another word and straddled his motorcycle, leaving Andrew to climb back into his car a little dazed.

Beginnings are boring. Monotone, colorless, unoriginal. But it only takes one change in routine, one chance encounter, to make a beginning move towards a different starting line. A new norm. It’s that shift between the old and the new when things really start to get interesting.

And on that particular morning, Andrew had not one but two surprises.

The kitten.

And Neil.

#andreil #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #maybe i'll continue this #i just needed to get it out of my head #havent really thought that far ahead lol #writing andrew thinking neil is hot makes me laugh #andrew: a literal poet #andrews mouth: die #i dont think i'll ever write not from andrews perspective because it amuses me so much #but sometimes its hard to balance him between all the asshole traits and the traits about him i love #me introducing andrew: he smokes and likes long drives and hates the world #also me: sounds like an asshole #also also me: HES MISUNDERSTOOD KAREN #my fic

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trashbin-mumbling · 5 years

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Chapter I

Ever since the humans has set a huge fire to the forest, it was marked as one of the biggest tragedy in history.

It has made a few animals go extinct and a few to become endagered.

When all hope was lost, a huge tree grew, and was given the role to protect all animals. The tree provided us with food and protection from the fire -- we called it the Tree of Life. Everyone worked in harmony and no one dared to strike on eachother. And even if they did, they'd get taken away from the Tree of Life.

But then the humans has striked and chopped the tree down after finding out that it was made out of "rare material"

The tree of life was gone.

I was quickly taken away from the area, abandoning my kind. We were the only ones left.

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(1ST P.O.V)

I was currently still walking aimlessly in the ruined forests, the scent of ashes and dust was everywhere. It was a horrid smell.

What happened again?.. oh.. right.

I'm lost. I can't remember how many days, weeks, months or years has passed me ever since the Tree was chopped down. I was doing my hardest to survive since I was the only one left in my kind. What were we? I can't remember.

I scanned my areas, all I saw was rubbles, trash, and fallen leaves. Trees being one of them too, It was getting tiring to walk around, so I decided to rest for the night. There was a nearby cave made out of the rubbles and trees, so I rushed over. I was already feeling the adrenaline. It scared me, obviously.

When I rushed over to the cave entrance, I instinctivly placed my hand on the cold surface, just to catch my breath. The texture was somewhat in the middle of rough and smooth. Maybe its because it rained...? Or it was getting mossier, I dont know.

So I crawled under the cave, in hopes I'll live another day to find somewhere to stay.

(Back to 3RD P.O.V)

The fox finally fell asleep under the cool cave, the sounds of crickets chirping and the wind blowing filled the atmosphere. It was peaceful, yet left chills down your spine from the feeling that -- something will pounce and bite.

He was obviously tired and didn't really care much from the noises the bugs emitted, and was in a deep slumber, soon enough, the sound of crunching was heard.

"Hey.. is that a survivor?.."

"Lead the way."

The sounds got louder, and soon enough a sound of something brushing against the cave walls resonated in his ears making him flutter his eyes slowly.

And there he was faced to face with a wolf and swan.

The fox widened his eyes and quickly backed up "S-STAY AWAY!--" The swan gripped on his wrists softly, yet firmly "Sir, please, we won't do such thing. We have come to rescue you." She spoke out in a sweet tone to calm the frightened fox, the wolf simply glanced "Come, we should go back, we're done with our shift for today." The fox struggled out of her grip, but the swan simply gave a soft gaze, as if to say -- It will all be okay.

He stared back and saw genuine concern from the woman, he finally saw the truth and bit his bottom lip, anxiously "I... Im sorry for my behaviour." The wolf didnt reply and simply leaned against the cave, staring. The swan gave a soft smile "its quite alright. I apologize if we did look suspicious. We'll take you somewhere safer, come with us."

[ and so, the fox went along with the two, they walked over the hill, the swan was infront while the wolf was behind. The fox didn't know where he was going but then saw something soar from above.. an owl..? ]

"Cho! Imako!" The swan looked behind her, before glancing up the skies. She spotted the owl boy who was flapping his wings and gave a tired look, his voice was average to a person speaking infront of you, is that supposedly his yell? "Ah, Rowlet! Hows the situation back in Haseika Village?" The fox looked up as well, the owl, presumambly, Rowlet looked rather nerdy, yet at the same time, VERY sleep deprived, he wore a simple beige coat that has some sort of symbols and round glasses.

"Mr. Hagetaka is looking for you and the others. He requests you to come back. The village is currently alright." His voice was.. soft, making the two tilt their head, the wolf behind them walked forward, his ears twitching a bit "Mr. Hagetaka is looking for us. And the village is alright, we should go." The swan nodded before waving goodbye to the owl who then flew off.

Now the fox had questions, he didn't know there was a village. Who was Cho? Imako? Rowlet? Hagetaka?.. the swan seemed to have notice his mood by the way his tail was moving slightly along with his furrowed expression, she simply placed a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump, ever so slightly.

"We'll talk about the situation later, for now. Lets move on forth."

And so they did. The only sound heard was the sound of the leaves crunching each time they took a step, not to mention the harmonious bug's chatters.

It went up for a few more minutes when they finally saw 2 swans and a wolf. The swans was a male and a female, both looking quite the same, only difference being the hair length, while the wolf was still a male, but looked more.. nicer and welcoming. And next to them was a Koala clinging onto the wolf and a fidgety looking otter

"Ahh, Cho!" The male wolf waved at the female, so it looks like he can assume that the wolf was Imako and the swan was Cho. The male wolf surprisingly didn't drop the koala clinging unto him or well. The koala letting go. The two swans simply stared, not really saying much which honestly made the Fox a bit more anxious about them. Imako cleared his throat "Mr. Hagetaka is currently looking for us. We should report back to him."

The wolf gave thumbs up while the two swans simply nodded before holding the otter'a hands, to which he replied by awkwardly being dragged away by them. Cho walked forward and gestured the fox to follow, while of course, Imako stayed at the back.

"Whats the name of the village?" The fox spoke out, voice somewhat parched from lack of water, Cho hummed "Haseika. Its where the new Tree of Life is located." The fox widened his eyes

Tree of Life? "a new one?" Imako grumbled "Leave the questions for later. I'm pretty sure Kireika would happily answer them..." Cho looked over her shoulder, doing a little 'ehem'

He rolled his eyes "Mistress Kireika." The fox still stared, he was intimidated but there is so much going on.

[ it was another long walk, but sooner or later they walked through a tree bridge and through the tree leaves that were still... oddly alive and was finally greeted with the sight of Haseika Village from above. They were on a hill and there in the middle was... ]

"Is that the tree?" The fox pointed at the little bonsai in the middle, Cho giggled along with the cheery wolf "No silly, thats not it."

The two swans pointed at a hill with small opening that was decorated with flowers and had a vine like curtain. The fox just stared before realizing "Ah, so.. through that opening?" The two swans nodded, before going down the small log stairs (still dragging the poor otter) the cheery wolf simply followed, not having a problem about the Koala girl while the 3 went on ahead to follow them.

The fox's eyes glowed in amazement after seeing the beauty of the village. Everyone was seen working in harmony, children were happily chasing eachother, and the scent of simple pastries were from the distance. Who knew that they'd still get lively in the night.

Speaking of pastry, That made the fox's stomach grumble. He hasnt ate much... which is why he can barely remember things. Cho giggled "You're hungry, aren't you?" The fox simple laughed awkwardly "y-yeaah..." Imako stared blankly "Don't worry. Im sure Namake would happily treat your wounds, illnesses, etc etc." Cho nodded at his remark "yeah! Doctor Namake is the best!"

Before they made a turn, a loud booming voice was heard "OI, STOP RIGHT THERE!" the swans and wolves froze and turned around. Along with the survivors. They saw a tall vulture who wore all black and had a far different uniform than the swans and wolves, they all turned to his direction.

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU ALL WENT?" The cheery wolf gulped while the two swans winced at his voice, Cho cleared her throat "U-Uh.. well Mr. Arukami sent us t--"

"DID HE NOT MENTION ABOUT OUR MEETING?!" the 2 survivors stood there in shock while the Koala woke up rubbing her eyes before sleeping on the ground instead. The vulture grumbled "Agh.. that forgetful little shit. Come. They'll just find their way to the Tree." Cho stuttered a bit, being caught in her sentence while the cheery wolf avoided eye contact, which ticked the Vulture off even more.

"AS FOR YOU, YOKIKA, DONT YOU DARE THINK THAT I DID NOT SUSPECT YOU FOR WRAPPING MY FUCKING STAPLER IN VINES." the now named, Yokika puffed his cheeks out "You'll be doing 300 push ups after the meeting is done. You 5, follow me." The vulture then glanced at the 3 survivors "You 3. You know where the Tree of Life is?" The otter choked on his saliva, while the Koala was still asleep on the ground, the Fox nodded "Y-Yes sir."

The vulture squinted his eyes "You're aware and respectful. I like that. We shall be taking our leave, please respect the Tree." The vulture then left, the way he spoke as if he glossed over his previous behaviour surprises the fox. But now his concern is the tree and the survivors..

"Ah.. well, hey uhm.. what are your names?" The fox glanced over to the two, of course the Koala didnt answer while Otter gasped "Y-you're talking to me..?" The Koala fluttered her eyes open rubbing her eyes "Tsubuya." The otter squeaked "Y-YOU'RE STILL ALIVE?!" Tsubuya stood up lazily and clung onto the fox "Sleepy." The Fox awkwardly carried her, she looked around 9 or 10 The otter looked sround 15 or 17, he was 19.

"A-AH UH.. M-MY NAME IS KAWAUSO- J-JUST CALL ME KAWA- OR UH- WAU-- WELL, UH, ANHTHING I GUESS!" He seemed to be a very.. socially awkward person. The fox nodded "I see uh.. my name is Kit." Kit then looked around "We should probably head for the tree of life." Tsubuya mumbled a quiet -- "Tsutsu" while Kawa nodded rather... aggresively

The path to the tree of life was a bit near, they just had to take a straight walk to the distant viney curtains. The village was still lively and cheerful, the village itself was circled by the mountain walls. But it wasn't that high. Finally, they were greeted by the vine like curtains. The 3 stayed quiet and took a deep breath.

Soon enough they went through the vines, and the sight amazed him, making his heart leap from excitement. The feeling of emotions rushed in once he saw the beauty.

A single island in the middle while the lake around it had flower petals resting on them while a few children slept. And there the tree.. was instead a deer sitting down peacefully with her antlers spread all over the place.

She was the tree. The tree of life.

The fox widened his eyes. While the deer fluttered her eyes open.

"Welcome."

#Tree of Life #Oc story #Fictional #Story

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the-star-named-dowoon · 6 years

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Pardon?

Lee Taeyong x reader

AN -thanks to who ever requested this. i know it was supposed to be short but i got a little carried away. hope you like it! and all the bold sentences are supposed to be Korean.

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“ I’ve studied for 10 years, in I’ve never been this confused before” the doctor says as he stares down at a very frustrated Taeyong with a wrap around his ankle while his leg was laid on top of several pillows. Looking very pathetic at the moment.

“All I was asking for was a drink.” Taeyong groans, but in his mother language. Not being able to speak English while he was stuck in this rehabilitation center with no idea of whats happening was rough. The hospital could have at least sent him a translator or even a better choice of doctor. He’s salty to day the least. He was having a good time visiting the states until the accident happened.

“I can’t deal with this right now. I have 3 other patients and I’m running on four cups of coffee. ” The doctor says while flipping through Taeyong’s recent check ups and PT schedules.

“Well how do you supposed we handle this? The hospital doesn’t have free translators at the moment so we’re stuck.” A nurse says as The doctor scribbles on the paper and clicks his pen a few times. He looks to see the nurses sheet. Picking it up he looks at the other qualified nurses. A sinister grin makes its way in his face.

“Mmm how about we don’t deal with it and leave it to our nurses to handle it?” The doctor pushes the sheet to the young lady. A pure look of confusion makes it on her face.

“But sir! She just started… don’t you thinks it’s a little mean? She’s been working some heavy hours ” The doctor shrugs and makes sure the nurse next to him sends a message to the head of the nursing department. Making sure they send the new victim.

Taeyong still without his drink waits for about thirty minutes. Picking at his fingernails he hears quick footsteps. A young nurse rushes in, she seemed well kept but the feel of exhaustion surrounds her. She looked to be around the same age as him.Not being bad looking at all, Taeyong becomes interested.

“Um hi.” She gives an awkward greeting. Now fully entering the room she takes in the surroundings, his slightly unkempt room means nurses haven’t been around much. “I’ll be your nurse. So whatever you need I can get for you.” Grabbing his papers she quickly looks through. “Mr. Lee Taeyong. Hmm let’s see here. You fell down a flight of stairs and messed up your ankle. And with another three weeks of physical therapy needed.” He couldn’t understand a word, not one.

“So… since I know what this whole situation is, and you don’t seem to have any PT sessions today. Can I get you anything?” That phrase he picked up after being here for a while. It was the only one he really knew.

But the problem is he doesn’t know how to ask for anything. Which ends in him being frustrated and too annoyed of everyone to really ask for anything anymore.

“ well this going to be fun” Taeyong says but she stands there with a raised brow. Just as he thought, she was hopeless as well. It was like he was an alien to these people. “Listen, it’s not like you understand me but this is seriously frustrating. I’ve been wanting apple juice for the last week.”

She stood but with a smile this time trying to stifle a giggle. Taeyong didn’t pay much mind to it, for he was used to them laughing at his frustration the whole time he’s been here.

“So I guess that’s why they sent me over?” She blows a stray hair out of her face. “Better than cleaning pans from the old people department.” Still parched and unsatisfied taeyong lays with arms crossed.

“ I guess no one has a brain around here! Especially all you dopey nurses.” The nurse just stares at taeyong with awe almost convincing him that she understood. “What are you waiting for?” He does a shooing motions with his fingers and the nurse exits the room.

Taeyong grabs a pillows putting it over his face as he groans. Throwing the pillow back his feet he waits for the nurse to comeback. Which did not take long because said nurse scurries back into the room minutes later with a tray.

Walking to the side where the young man rests and places the metal tray on the table next to him. On the platter was biscuits and small paper cup. Taeyong raises a brow not expecting her to actually bring him something anything close to what he was asking. The nurse picks up the cup bringing it to his lips, but not before Taeyong pulls his head back.

“I hurt my leg not my arms.” He grabs the cup from her and brings it to his lips. He takes a gulp but spits it out immediately, wetting the freshly washed sheets.

“What the hell is this?!” He asks as he roughly rubs his tongue with his sleeve.

“So you didn’t ask for pickle juice?” The nurse asks as she wipes Taeyong’s face with a cloth. He pushes her hands away as he rips the sheets off his body and tries to stand. But he moment his foot hits the floor pain shoots throughout his leg. Almost causing him the fall forward but gentle arms keep him still.

“You’re still hurt. You can’t walk yet!” She says but that makes Taeyong even more annoyed.

“Well no duh!” He growls as she gently pushes him back onto the bed. “How did you become a nurse?!”

The nurse gets him new sheets and props his ankle back onto the pillows.

“I’m sorry if I make you mad mr. Lee. I’ll make sure to correct my mistakes.” She says with a funny smile on her face, almost like making a joke of him.

“This is going to be a rough 3 weeks.” He whispers.

And the next three weeks certainly something. The whole time she was his nurse, it was constant mistakes. He would ask for one thing and she always brought him the opposite. Like when he said he hated mushrooms but you brought him a mushroom cream soup for dinner that night and saying he wasn’t a morning person but opening the curtains all the way at 7am.

But…

It sometimes it was like she knew exactly what he needed. When his ankle was hurting, she would sit with a hot pack for two hours while gently massaging his ankle. Along with helping him with all of his struggles with physical therapy. Making sure after his PT session she helped making sure he was getting better.

He could feel himself getting better every second. Like her support was making his recovery seem much better. Though there was one thing that still really got to him.

He doesn’t know her name. How does one spend three weeks with someone and not know their name?

He would ask but she would look with confusion but then give a short giggle after. he was also too lazy to look up how to say it, so he just went with it. until things starting getting interesting.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting attached. And now he’s at his last 3 days of being at the rehabilitation center. He grows anxious every time a hour passes, meaning his time with her is almost up.

He was able to walk now. Which was nice because the nurse often took him around the hallways holding onto his arms as she talked about anything really. Even though he couldn’t understand, but he still listened. But since he was pretty much better, he didn’t need a personal nurse anymore. Which means she has busy work on other places and only stops by once in his room for a five minute check up.

Sitting on a chair watching tv and eating the mushroom soup. He hated it, but would eat it anyway since she gave it to him.

His attention was brought elsewhere by a gentle knock on the door. He sees her but not her nurses outfit but in casual clothing. Holding a basket with a cloth over the contents.

“Hey how you feeling?” She asks and places the basket on a table. “I see you’re out and about from bed. That’s good, means I did my job.” She walks over and pulls a chair next to Taeyong.

“Even though it was the doctor who was supposed to help. It seems like you were the one who helped the most.” He confesses but she sat there looking at the tv.

He knew you couldn’t know. And you won’t know how he feels… so now is there a point to keep it to himself anymore?

She notices the the change of expression on his face. And grabs his hand with a looks of concern. “Are you ok?” She asks. Like he can answer, he pushes the soup away from himself.

“I wish you could understand me… then you’d know that how thankful I am.” His eyes look towards to open window that she opened early this morning. “You really got on my nerves sometimes because of stupid things. Like I really hate mushrooms but here I am eating it like some fool all because a pretty nurse gave it to me. A nurse who seemed to do more than make my ankle feel better...” She only stares at him.

“Man but I don’t even know your name and I have a crush on you. Sounds sad doesn’t it? And the worst is that you’ll never know.” His face rests in his hands . But a hand gently pushes his face up making him look at the eyes that he fell for.

“The thing is… I knew this whole time.” Taeyongs shoots up from his seat making the table shake from the sudden movement.

“DID YOU JUST?!” The nurse laughs and walks towards Taeyong giving him a hug. Looking up at him with pure happiness.

“ of course. You think I just so happened to do the exact opposite of what you wanted? Come on and you called us nurses the dumb ones.” She snickers. Unable to speak Taeyong just looks in awe, how could someone act confused for almost a month and not say anything? She would have been an actor.

“W-what? Why?” He pushes her away slightly but makes sure to grab her hands keeping her at a good distance.

“Well for one, you called us brainless and two I’ve been running around this place like a mad man so I wanted to have some fun. But I didn’t know I’d have a not so secret admirer.” Now embarrassed at everything he’s said even some comments about her looking good in her nurses outfit.

“Seems like im the brainless one, huh?” He asks with a hint of laughter.

“Ya just a little… bit don’t worry. I fancy you too Taeyong. Even tough you threw a pillow at me countless times, but i got a laugh out of it , so nothing to worry about.”

His face perks up, this is everything he could have imagined, but except the him being hurt part...but one things comes to mind.

“Ok then. Let’s start over.” He pulls her into his chest looking down at her. “I’m taeyong” He says in English which takes her by surprise.

“And I’m __”

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Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge

Guess who came up with a challenge? That’s right! Your little fangirl over here presents her very first challenge, with prompts based on quotes from Rick Riordan’s books (Mostly PJO).

For those who have read the books, y’all know how hilarious the prompts can be. For those who haven’t, take a look at the prompts anyway! They might interest you :)

ALSO I have NO IDEA how these prompts fit in so well with SPN-verse. It had me baffled too. Trust me!

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice :)

The due date is December 10th. If you wanna pull out, or need an extension, please let me know a week before. I know life can get really unpredictable, so we can work it out.

The minimum word count is 500 words, and maximum is 7k.

Please use a “keep reading” option after the first 500 words or so. I insist upon this.

It has to be a reader insert or a general fic. You can write for both characters as well as RPF (J2M only and No wife hate). It can be canon or it can be an AU.

You can write a fluffy, angsty or even smutty fic should the prompt inspire you, but please try not to make it a super detailed PWP fic, it’s just not my thing.

It can be a one shot, drabble or start of a series only.

Mention in the Author's note that it is for my (@percywinchester27) “Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge” and the prompt you’ve chosen. Use the hashtag #Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge in the first 5 tags so I can track it.

If I don’t like the post within 2 days, please IM me a link. Tumblr likes to be mean sometimes and there’s every chance that I didn’t get the tag.

Only one prompt per person. If you’ve already posted one entry, you can come back for another prompt.

Lastly, HAVE FUN!!

Send an Ask stating the prompt number and a backup in case the first one is taken along with the pairing.

Full prompt list below the cut:

Dialogue Prompts (Only the pronouns can be tweaked in the prompts):

“Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.” @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester Dean X Reader

“We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again.” @bringmesomepie56 Dean X Reader

“Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!” @luci-in-trenchcoats Dean X Reader

“Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.” @jessicawritessmut Jensen x reader

“I try not to think. It interferes with being nuts” @homeschooledonmyhands sister!reader

He forced his fists to unclench. "Look, lady, we're not going to go all Hunger Games on each other. Isn't going to happen.” @melonshino dean x reader

“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.” @nichelle-my-belle Dean X Reader

“Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.” @queencflair Dean X Reader

“Scrawny? Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.” @avengingandstuff Steve Rogers X Reader

“Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!” @drarina1737

“Catch that last episode of Doctor Who? Oh, right. You were trudging through the Pit of Eternal Damnation!” @dauntlessdiva Dean X Reader

“You can't choose your parentage. But you can choose your legacy.” @percussiongirl2017 sister!reader/ platonic!reader

“Everyone hates clowns," ------ said. "Even other clowns hate clowns.” @growningupgeek Sam X Reader

“You, sir, are a ray of sunshine. @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Dean X Reader

“I wake up every morning and think: You know what would be good today? Not dying.” @roxyspearing Dean X Reader

“Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?''Um... no. Me running the world would be kind of a nightmare.” @rizlow1 Dean X Reader

“I know, I'm an idiot!" he moaned. "A brilliant idiot, but still an idiot.” @anticipate1003 gen fic

“That's what happens when it snows in Texas lady. It. Freaking. Melts.” @evil-spn-girl Jared X Reader

“Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.” @justanotherdeangirl Dean X Reader

“How come I never get invited on these violent trips?” @uniquewerewolfsuit Jared X Reader

“She didn’t want to sleep, but her body betrayed her. Her eyelids turned to lead. “Hey, wake me for second watch. Don’t be a hero.”He gave her that smirk she’d come to love. “Who, me?”He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. “Sleep.” @torn-and-frayed Dean X Reader

“I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.” @jayankles Jensen x reader

“You drool when you sleep.” @captainemwinchester Dean X reader

“Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies” @boxywrites Alpha!Dean X Omega!Reader

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.” @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel Dean X reader

“Daddy will explain. Come, he is blowing up monsters.” @sea040561 Misha X Reader

“We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later.” @crispychrissy Dean X Reader

“Life is only precious because it ends, kid.” @summer-binging-spn Dean X Reader

“Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.” @internationalfandomgirl Sam X Reader

“The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.” @iputthesininbuisness Dean X Reader

“We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.” @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms Dean X Reader

“I hate this plan,” I said. “Let’s do it.” @plaidstiel-wormstache Dean X Reader

“If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?” @grace-for-sale

“Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.” @mysupernaturalfics Dean X Reader

“With great power... comes need to take a nap. Wake me up later” @winchesterprincessbride Sam X Reader

“I try very hard to be annoying. Don’t insult my ability to annoy.” @captainradicalpassion Dean x Reader

“I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have too.” @deanssweatheart23 Dean X Reader

“I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.” @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Jensen X Reader

“Clearly, the conversation is giving your two brain cells a serious workout.” @winchester-smut dean X reader

“I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.” @supernatural-jackles Dean/ Jensen X Reader

Sentence prompts (If you wanna use these as dialogue prompt, go ahead! But you can’t tweak them except the pronouns):

41. It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one. @imweirdandobsessed Sam X Reader

42. Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the possibilities were good. @sdavid09 Gabriel x Reader

43. When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body. @samwinjarpad Sam X Reader

44. She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard. @secretlyfurrydragon Jensen X Reader AU

45. She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up. @darcy-winters Dean X Reader

46. I gave the dwarves an arrogant look, like, Yeah, that’s right. I’ve got a talking disco sword and you don’t. @sdavid09

47. The plan had three phases: dangerous, really dangerous and insanely dangerous. @thebitterbookeater Peter Parker X Reader

48. Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful. @docharleythegeekqueen Dean X Reader

49. Humor was a good way to hide the pain. @kas-not-cas Dean X Reader

50. Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten. @justme-noonebutme

51. It was a crazy idea. But, as usual, that’s all he had. @acreativelydifferentlove Dean X Reader

52. “It's okay,” he said. “We're together.” He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.” @sams-bubblegum-bitch

53. She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive. @ravengirl94 Dean X Reader

54. No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you. @mrspadalackles Dean X Reader

55. He didn't think much of fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing: ------- and he were supposed to be together. @jotink78 Dean X Reader

*This is mostly for the SPN-verse. But should a prompt really speak to you, for Marvel or HP, feel free to IM me with your idea and fandom. If I read those, maybe we can work it out*

Tagging folks off the top of my head who might be interested in participating and/ or signal boosting:

@sdavid09 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @grace-for-sale @kas-not-cas @blacktithe7 @mysupernaturalfics @feelmyroarrrr @melonberri @torn-and-frayed @bringmesomepie56 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @supernatural-jackles @mrswhozeewhatsis @mamapeterson @atc74 @jayankles @chelsea072498 @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @kittenofdoomage @winchesterprincessbride @iwantthedean @impalaimagining @impala-dreamer @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @deanssweetheart23 @ravengirl94 @jotink78 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog

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forgot how prominent hakyeon;s lipoma was in this one please sir!!!!!! please im so horngry jsut one bite of your lipoma please sir my whole family is starving im parched just one lick sir just one lipoma mister please im so w*t i need it im so hungry your lipoma is so yummy sir just one slurp please

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tunes9 · 7 years

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edmondmoller · 7 years

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