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Heart of the Great Wolf

2 - Mouth of the Lion's Den

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn), Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader

Length: 11.2k

Warnings: Slow Burn, strained parent-child issues, mentions of minor character death, injured/sick child mention, slight canon divergence

Notes: We're in the thick of the plot now. Based on the show but will include direct book elements. Previous Chapter Here.

You used to not travel very well as a child. The first time you left Dragonstone was right at the crux of the seasons change. Summer had ended, and it was a quick Autumn which felt far more like winter the more North you sailed. The sea was always cool, and the north was cooler. When you returned to Dragonstone some months later, Maester Cressen had said that the mix of seasons being the first time you left home is what caused you to get so ill.

What a meeting it was. Lord Stark had told you that it was halfway through your first meal with them when you collapsed. Barley touched anything on your plate which they first thought you just weren’t used to the food. That was until you collapsed onto the floor just as you stood from your seat as you burned up.

Whatever it was, it went through you fast and terrifying to the point where Maester Luwin had told Lord Stark to prepare to send a raven in case the worst happened. It didn’t though, you slept through the fever and by the time you awoke, you remembered none of it. You assumed you fell sick before arriving at Winterfell that’s how little you were really aware of anything.

It wasn’t like that anymore, but as you had sat in your room at the Inn days ago it did make you wonder what could have possibly hit Lord Arryn faster and harsher then that. Despite his age, he was more healthy as an older man then you were at the age of eight. Yet you had survived and his sickness burned through him in one single night.

Perhaps you had too much time that night to think on it, no one really was in any mood to converse after what happened. Once Lord Stark had put Lady down, he had you go find Jory. “Tell him to choose four men and have them take the body back North. Bury her at Winterfell.” He had taken the girls to their rooms, and even in the muffled quiet you could hear Sansa crying through the walls. Arya’s cries would be too quiet to hear, but you were no fool to think her chasing off Nymeria just to save her life wouldn’t leave the child in tears of her own.

So the Inn was silent, save for the low tones coming from Lord Stark’s own room. One where he laid the truth out, what Lysa has sent her sister, what it said about the Lannisters. He asked you what did you notice from before he died, and you were honest. Very little.

Your lord father had kept you away on purpose. He and Lord Arryn distant and secretive, and you had suspected you were sitting on small council meetings not just in his place but as if it would keep you preoccupied from their doings. Which it worked, but it also was not enough to dull you. Lord Stark agreed that it all worked out too seamlessly, Lord Arryn dies suddenly from an unknown illness, Stannis Baratheon urgently marries his firstborn daughter off to a far northern house as he himself flees to Dragonstone.

They both knew something, and what that was, sent your father away on his own accord. Shutting himself back on the grim island and leaving you to the wolves and the lions.

“You’re our family now. You are as good as one of my own daughters, and we protect our own. You stick by me once me get to Kings Landing. Work by my side, you’ll stay in our quarters with the girls until we learn what it is Jon Arryn died for.” Once again, that lingering feeling sat in your gut that walking out of the capital wasn’t going to be as easy as walking in this time around.

Now, sitting atop your horse once more you felt even less happy about being back then you had leaving the north. Your face flat and cold like stone as you rose through the crowds welcoming the King and his company once more. The cart behind you carrying the girls, Sansa no doubt bright eyed and taking in the awe of a place she dreamed would be for her. Arya you knew no doubt, was already wondering just how much she would explore when left to her own curious devices.

Just ahead of you, a page awaited everyone’s arrival. Calling to Lord Stark for a small council meeting at Grand Maester Pycelle’s request. You dared not move an inch thinking about how typical it was that such a meeting wasn’t called by the King himself, despite no doubt arriving before you all had. Oh the many matters of your King Uncle to attend too. So much wine to drink, and so many whores to fuck.

Lord Stark calling back, “Jory, get the girls settled in. I’ll be back in time for supper.” Calling your name, you climbed off your horse as he beckoned you. “You’re with me.”

The Page glancing over his attire and yours as you approached, “If you’d like to change into something more appropriate…” The combination of yours and Lord Stark’s unmoving stare causing him to stammer and backtrack. Any other time you may have considered it, but now you were here in place of your fathers position and spending time dolling yourself up once more looked more and more like a waste of time.

Renly had once told you every time you return to Kings Landing, you seem to be more and more of a splitting image of your bore of a father. He might be onto something in truth.

The Red Keep had not changed, and nothing passed your mind to care to think about it until the doors to the Throne room opened and right at the top looking up at the Iron Throne was just another face you wished not to see so early in the morning. Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, and twin brother to the Queen, he certainly held all the superior smugness of such titles in his very posture had seemed to arrive far earlier then yourself.

A little nod did not suffice as you wished it did, as he saw fit to open his mouth as soon as you came even slightly close. “Lady Baratheon- or, I suppose it’s Stark now isn’t it? Already quite adjusted to the northern boys afterall, aren’t you?” Barley managing to muster up the weakest of half smiles he only grinned more, leaning in to give a fake too-loud whisper in your ear. “I do hope you weren’t too broken in for your new husband, would hate to break the boys heart before he even had a chance.”

Biting your tongue, you were sure had he not found victim in Lord Stark behind you, the pressure would’ve drawn blood. You didn’t wait, making your way into the small council chamber with little care of greeting those already present, for the most part.

“Ah, the newly named Lady Stark. I must congratulate you on your marriage, always nice to see the young love flourishing. Shame to be torn apart so early on.” Nodding, you managed more of a smile this time. You didn’t particularly trust Lord Varys but considering he was the man who likely knew so much he could tell you what you had for breakfast three days ago, playing nice was better then not playing at all.

“Thank you, Lord Varys. But, he has Winterfell to run and I have my work here. I’m sure Robb understands.”

Passing to the table, you nodded to Grand Maester Pycelle, and saw fit to ignore the other party in the room without any shame in doing so. Not that you would be aware of, but to the others it really was as if Lord Stannis had walked in like normal. The man having no patience for Petyr Baelish as well. If anyone lit your gaze up slightly, it was the smirk of the younger man already waiting by the opposite end.

Renly had no qualms about approaching you with a casualness, and no need to pretend as if either of you cared to be formally civil. “I can’t tell if the north suits you my dear niece, or if it’s just being around this lot making you so much more droll.”

Arms crossed in front of you, an eyebrow quirked up as he held a smirk. You’d hit him later. “Shame you were so busy Uncle, would have been nice to have at least one other family member there to share the festivities with.”

Hardly a secret anymore, most in the court knew of Renly’s private preferences but you might be the only one who knew it without any doubt. The only one it seemed, that he trusted to know as well. Not that his brothers would despise him for it, but certainly the King a bit too crass to not be offensive and well, least to say your father was not exactly a comforting kind of man. He wouldn’t care and he certainly would make you feel as such for it.

“What can I say, so much work, so many laws to look into.”

Your eyes glint, passing right by with a tone only audible enough for him, “Swordplay isn’t a law, last time I checked.” You’d be a fool to think Renly didn’t take advantage of so much of the royal court being away, not to lock himself up in his chambers with a certain flower for as long as he could get away with.

Not that you were in such a position to dare judge.

Your father used to get annoyed constantly by the lack of work Renly was properly given, but it might be he expected too much. Renly had a tendency to be handed easy tasks and get more credit then the nights your own father spent buried in papers in his office would accomplish. Leaning your hands on the top of what was now your seat, you watched the others greet the now approaching Lord Stark.

“We are all praying for Prince Joffery’s full recovery.”

Oh the rewards the gods should bestow upon you for how little you changed your expression. He gets one bite from a barley grown Direwolf and he has the realm on it’s knees pretending to sob at the tragic wounds. You had more scars on you from being hit with sticks and practice swords over your childhood before the spoiled Prince ever reached that age.

Even in Winterfell, you watched him get angry and frustrated at how often Robb would hit him in the courtyard simply beacuse he had no idea what he was doing. The Hound having to remind him even that he demanded they spar just to show off, and he can’t stand there and whine blaming Robb for doing exactly what he asked.

Besides, not that anyone had asked, you’d have to admit that not all bites from a wolf were entirely bad. At least it took as long as it did to get back to Kings Landing, those marks having healed over by the time it became too hot to cover them up then in the northern cold.

Renly’s voice from beside you, “You look tired from the road, I told them this meeting could wait another day but..”

“But we have a kingdom to look after.” Looking over you saw a strange smile on Lord Baelish’s face and so did everyone else if the uncomfortable air in the room was honest. “I’ve hope to meet you for some time, Lord Stark. No doubt Lady Catelyn has mentioned me.”

“She has, Lord Baelish. I understand you knew my brother Brandon as well.”

If Lord Baelish could have purposely made things more uncomfortable you think the room might have melted away just to escape it. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard whispers of his affection for her, but it was brazen of him to be so open about it in front of her husband of over twenty years.

Settling in, you sat beside Lord Stark as Renly pulled out a paper, explaining to the council that the King wasn’t exactly a common presence at the small council and most of these matters were left without his input. “My brother has instructed us to stage a tournament in honour of Lord Stark’s appointment as Hand of the King.”

Didn’t take being Master of Coin to know the money wouldn’t be coming from the surplus of the Crown. Grand Maester Pycelle’s frail voice piping up, “Can the treasury bear such expenses?”

As if ordering food from a servant, Lord Baelish waved the concern. “I’ll have to borrow it. The Lannisters will accomodate, I expect. We already owe Lord Tywin three million gold, what’s another eighty thousand.”

You felt for Lord Stark beside you, “Are you telling me the Crown is three million in debt?”

Looking firmly at the table with an irritated grimace, you corrected him for the worse. “Actually, he’s telling you the Crown is six million in debt.” Lord Stark, was in shock at the state, demanding to know how this could happen and once again, Lord Baelish acted like such debt was easily forgiven.

“The Master of Coin finds the money, the King and the Hand spend it.”

Lord Stark beside you sounded as annoyed as you felt on the inside but he was still tinged in disbelief as he looked at the man. “I will not believe Jon Arryn allowed Robert to bankrupt the realm.”

The Grand Maester for all his slowness, had the grace to speak the truth instead of washing it away like the other Lord in front of him. “Lord Arryn gave wise and prudent advice, but I fear His Grace doesn’t always listen.”

Sitting up straight, you nor Renly were quite sure if it was his voice that came out of your mouth, or the unimpressed voice of your father who held the same opinions. “The King loves tournaments and feasts, but not the conversation of money that follows. ‘Counting Coppers’ he calls it.”

You admired his determination to reason with the King. Even with both his blood brothers at his side, neither man could settle his indulgences the way Lord Stark may have the ability too. Even now you could hear the ramblings and angry ravings of your father in his office, going about how he was born the wrong family if he were to ever make his brother listen. Many had thought that Lord Stannis would take over as Hand of the King, and you would take his place as Master of Ships in the immediate aftermath of Lord Arryns death.

Your father had been sat on the small council for almost ten years at that point, and had been home less and less as those years passed. The only letters he exchanged anymore were with some of his closest men, and of course, Shireen. You envied her in that sense. Not that she was loved in the way she was, but that she had such a happy innocence about her.

Once Maester Cressen had said she was the saddest girl he had ever met, that he considered that part of his failure to cure her. But she had been cured, just not by him and clearly he took it hard, but she wasn’t sad, not in the way some assumed. She loved learning, and your father had been determined to give her the same education as he had you. Everyday she would run to him once he was in his own quarters, jump onto his lap and go on about what book she was learning to read, and were he not there, she’d scramble to write a letter to tell him.

Few people adored Lord Stannis, but she was always his biggest supporter.

As you entered the very bottom of the tower of the hand, you wondered how much she knew. Did she know Lord Arryn was dead, did she know you were acting in your fathers place, did she even know you were married? She’d be upset to learn she wasn’t there for your wedding. One day when she was just barley older then a toddler, you had been sitting on the edge of a cliff on Dragonstone with Shireen sat in your lap.

Going on about what a highborn lady would do, who she’d marry and what the wedding would be. You planned hers and yours, just two little girls by the waters edge and it saddened you to think that she wasn’t there to see yours. Childishly, you wondered if she’d like Robb.

Walking through the door, you passed some of the Starks household guard, regarding you with a familiarity as you passed. As if you really were family, not just a guest. Maybe it was for the best that she had father with her again, at least he still felt like one to her.

The chambers were quiet, and as you saw what was left of easy food on the table you hadn’t the stomach for it. Sitting down regardless, you lifted some of the plates out of your place, pouring yourself water as you stared at the little flame the light on the table wickered with. Pulling out a small slip of paper from a small pocket, you slipped the seal off, a small direwolf. Looking over the words as you sipped at the water.

Sending a raven was risky for what he was trying to say, but Robb was smart enough to not say anything of anything. Telling you of Bran, and your heart broke at how devastated the boy feels of not being able to walk again. More he tells you of how he has no idea what to even say to make it better, that Bran just needs time to get used to things but watching his little brother be so miserable and not being able to fix it just makes him angry. You knew exactly how that felt, watching your little sibling suffer and being completely useless to them for it.

A slam shook you out of your focus, pulling the letter back suddenly and tucking it away before you looked up to see a somewhat grumpy Arya now at the table with you. “I know my face usually looks like that, but what’s got yours in such a put off state?”

Sighing, she draped her arms over the top of the surface to gently lay her head in them, turned enough to still see you. “I don’t know how you stand it, being here all the time.”

Leaning forward, you mimicked her posture, looking back at her now from a tilted but even eye level. “I’m here because I have to be, not because I want to be. I have a duty, and that needs to be upheld regardless if it makes me miss home or not.”

Pushing up suddenly, Arya’s eyes were bright and bordering on an intense curiosity. “You’d rather be home? At Dragonstone?”

Moving back yourself you paused as you opened your mouth. Closed it for a second, before sighing out as you crossed your arms over your chest. Leaning back against the chair behind you looking at the nothing of importance on the table. “Honestly? I’m not sure where that is anymore.” Her brows narrowed in confusion, “Where I feel at home I mean.”

Were there not such a heavy weight in your heart you may have smiled at how quickly she reacted, and the finality of her tone. “You’re one of us now, Winterfell is your home.” Just as something crossed your mind, it clearly did hers too. Shoulders deflating as she lost the shine in her eyes. “Or, it’s supposed to be.”

Heart reaching out to hers, you knew comforting wouldn’t make it better, or change what hurt in the first place. “You won’t be in Kings Landing forever.” Her eyes flickered to you and then back did they focus into her mind. “Eventually you’ll go back to Winterfell, get restless there too and you’ll either insist someone take you there or you’ll be old enough to just head out to visit on your own. He’ll always want to see you.”

Arya grumbled out, quiet and filled with a twinge of guilt as if she couldn’t decide should you be able to hear her or not. “Not just me he’ll want to see.”

Leaning forward, your back sat straight for the most part as you leaned your forearms against the table again. “There’s five of you, Arya. You have to share your brother with all of them at least sometimes.”

Quieter so much this time, you weren’t sure if you even actually heard her speak but there was a faint sound like, “Not just us,” that you choose to ignore. As Arya herself pushed passed it as well. “Sansa won’t care. She barley ever even calls him her brother.” There was a bite to her tone, and you knew all too well that it wasn’t just about this.

She didn’t find out until the next day about the butcher’s son, and she still hadn’t taken it very well.

You tried softly calling her name, but Arya got louder. Her arms swinging a bit as she gestured in her expressiveness. “She always calls him our bastard brother, not even half brother or anything like he’s not been her brother since she was born. She doesn’t respect him, she doesn’t respect anybody who isn’t herself or the stupid prince.”

Anywhere but the safety of her own walls, you’d scold her for so freely vocalizing her insolence. But she was in her new home, and Joffery certainly was a stupid, vile little creature who got Arya’s new friend killed. People could claim it was the Queen, but you unfortunately knew her well enough that she was far more clever of a monster then that. No, that was Joffery’s angry, immature rage which sent the Hound out against a boy not even in his teens.

Glancing at the door you knew to be both Lord Stark’s room, and if his work ethic was consistent, scribbling away on the too many tasks the King left to his Lord Hand, too busy to come out and hear you. “Do you want my honest opinion? About that night?” Her head nodding fervently, brows narrowed in a manner that looked so strikingly serious like Jons. “It doesn’t matter what Sansa would have said, as soon as Joffery showed up to the Inn bleeding, the Queen already made her mind up. Sansa could’ve told the complete truth and they still would’ve blamed you and Nymeria.”

A flash of sorrow in her eyes made your heart tighten painfully before covering it up with an easier to swallow emotion, “The she shouldn’t have lied! If it didn’t matter she could’ve told the truth about Micah and-”

“And the Queen would’ve done everything the same. And she still would’ve blamed you.” Leaning forward, your voice lowered to something much more serious. “People like you, like us? We don’t do well in places like this. You’re too honest and headstrong, and you haven’t been here long enough to learn how to hold back. And people like the Queen? Joffery? We are exactly who they want to take advantage of.”

You could hear the condescension even now, “She’s as wild as that animal of hers,” And it made you mad all over again. After some time when father brought you here, he ended up being the one to help you with your sword lessons alone in his own quarters, not wanting people like the Queen, or his brothers to have any more reason to look down on you. He wasn’t a popular man, he knew it, but he wouldn’t have these people mistreat his daughter, especially as a young teenager.

“I’m not saying you have to change, or pretend to be something you’re not. But I am telling you, this place has eyes and ears everywhere. Me, your father, Jory, people like that you can trust. You can be angry, and honest and upset around.” Glancing once again to Lord Starks door, you felt ashamed for what came from you next but mincing words was not a trait of the Stannis Baratheon variety of stags.

“Sansa wants to be here, and she wants to be apart of this because she’s naive. As long as the Lannisters give her pretty smiles, and soothing words she will bend to them because she thinks they could be her family some day. That doesn’t make it right the way she threw you and your friend to the wolves,” Arya quirked an eyebrow with a smirk, and you shook your head with one of your own. “Lions- shut up.”

Sighing, she leaned back into her seat. “I don’t hate her, not really. I just..”

“Don’t trust her.”

Glancing up with a bit of a stun, she seemed shocked you didn’t tell her to do anything otherwise. In a sense, you knew what she was feeling.

You loved Renly, he was closer to your age and the two of you always felt more like brother and sister with how easily he could bring out your more playful side in this pit of a captiol. But you didn’t trust him one bit. Not with your secrets, not with your work, and not with the particular companions he had been keeping as of late.

Renly and you were as close of friends as you had in this city, but at the end of the day. It was Stannis who was your father. It was the brother which both others looked down on, the daughter which had far too much of Stannis in her blood and personality to be seen as one of them. Robert didn’t care much for his brothers, but best be said he is lying to himself if he thinks he doesn’t show preference to Renly.

Stannis had always felt he was cheated of Storms End. The ancestral seat of House Baratheon, his by rights. Many times even in your tenure here at his side, he had gone to King Robert singing the same song. Anytime it was mentioned, your father would clench his jaw so tightly, you thought his teeth would shatter. You once had brought it up to one of his men, back on Dragonstone that he seemed to take it as a slight.

Ser Davos Seaworth had just looked at you with a somber look, one that was as sympathetic to his lord as he was offended on his behalf. “I think, my little lady, King Robert had meant it as a slight.”

It was the same here. Arya suffered, was threatened and attacked, her own direwolf having to be sent away just for protecting her master, and her new friend murdered for just agreeing to play duel by the river. Sansa had lost Lady in the Queens injustice, but she still got to walk the capitol and be treated like the princess she dreamed of being. While Arya was looked at as wild, untruly, and thought less of without being given a chance.

Falling back into the present, you sighed deeply. “Why do you think my Uncle Renly fits in here, when I stand out as much as your father does?”

Arya too, glanced at the closed door. “Because he plays along?”

“And I do my duty.” Sipping at the water once more before continuing. “Sansa is your family, and you shouldn’t forget that. You need each other, but I’m not asking you to trust her. Not the way you do your father, or Jon-”

“Or you.”

In those two words, your heart missed Shireen. She and Arya were alike in a lot of ways, Shireen a little more reserved but the same eager and honest spirit. You smiled, unsure if it was warmth of how Arya saw you, or yearning for the little sister you barley had seen grown up so far.

Silence between you was comfortable for a moment, until of course, Arya found something to blurt out. “Father caught me with Needle.” Raising your eyebrows, she slunk down a bit. “Needle’s my…it’s my sword. Well sort of a sword, it’s small and thin, but it’s supposed to be for my size. Anyways, he knocked on my door and I didn’t really notice that I didn’t bother hiding it. Or maybe I didn’t care if he saw me with it. He let me keep it, but he says I shouldn’t play with swords.”

Shrugging one shoulder, your voice was strangely casual. “They aren’t toys.”

“I know that!” You laughed at how defensive she got. You had a feeling you weren’t the first or even second person to tell her that. “You can use a sword, why shouldn’t I?”

Smiling to yourself, you refrained from specifying that the only reason you started to be trained on how to use one, is beacuse a certain dark haired, grey eyed boy had snuck up behind you and hit you with a practice one when no one was around to scold you two for it.

“Will you teach me?”

The letter in your pocket begin to weight you down, you needed to ask Lord Stark about it before morning. You had another small council meeting early on and you didn’t fancy being kept out of the dark again. Standing up, you ran your hand playfully over her hair as you passed. “That’s up to your father. It’s late, go get some sleep.”

Turning to approach Lord Stark’s room, you missed the feeling glance from the small Stark watching you leave. Something in her eyes that knew things which you couldn’t have guessed she was privy too, but just added to her growing admiration all the same.

As you guessed, the man was sitting at his desk writing away when he called for you to enter. Shutting it gently behind you with a polite, “Lord Stark.”

Chuckling, his hand paused before shaking his head slightly and continuing. “You’re allowed to call me my name, you know. I think marrying my son gives you the right to at drop the titles in private.”

Nodding once as you approached, “I’ll try to remember that.” He knew you wouldn’t.

When you hesitated, he looked up at you with a questioning look. “What is it?”

You stood unsure for another moment before quickly moving to take a seat on the opposite side of his desk, pulling out the letter. “I heard from Robb.” Lord Stark- Ned, leaned forward curiously. “Nothing new, just updating me about Bran, how he’s fairing as Lord of Winterfell.”

“I’m assuming you’re not just here to make small talk.”

Well it certainly wasn’t your skill that was true. Inhaling a slow breathe, you looked straight at him to just ask what you needed to confirm. “Lady Catelyn was here, wasn’t she?” His brows narrowed deeply as he reached a hand out, taking the letter from you.

Skimming over, he smiled amusingly as he reached the end. “You two talk in code often?”

You failed to prevent the smirk on your lips before you had noticed it was even forming. “Only when we’re talking about things we’re not supposed to.”

“And how often is that, exactly?”

You only shrugged. You, Robb, Jon, and later Theon, would get into trouble a lot when you were younger. But when you would leave, you and Robb figured out a way to talk about things that would certainly get you punished if your father ever found out. So you started writing in almost childish imagery. Hence the end of his letter, saying to ask his father about “some stray kitten I saw running around the halls the other day.”

Folding the letter, he handed it back to you. “Clever. But he’s right. I shouldn’t keep this from you, and Robb clearly doesn’t want me too.” Leaning back he pulled something from his desk, what looked like a blade with a rich ornate handle to it. Placing it on the desk you leaned forward to look closer as he explained. “A man came into Brans room some night after we had all left Winterfell. Told Cat no one was supposed to be there, that it was a kindness.”

The bite in his tone was angry and spiteful even if his face remained steadfast. Like he was lost in thought, he seemed to trail off in his head before coming back. Telling you of the man trying to kill him, how he had almost killed Lady Catelyn in the process, and the direwolf which ripped the assassins throat out. “Bran’s wolf had saved his life..”

Leaning forward you felt a horror bubble up inside of you, Bran was a boy of ten who would do such a thing? Voice weaker, cracking a bit at the look of almost shame or guilt in his eyes forming. “Lord Stark?”

Head shooting up to look at you, like those words, that specific title speaking of the wolves clicked something in his head that he didn’t know how to feel. “The direwolves, when we found them in the woods…Jon had said something. That my children were meant to have them..”

Jon hadn’t included himself. There were five pups, two girls and three boys and Jon had purposely not counted himself as one of Lord Stark’s children in order to prove they were meant to go to them. He had found Ghost off to the side all on his own, so quiet Jon wasn’t even sure how he had heard Ghost’s tiny cry when not a soul other had.

Lord Stark still lost in his thought, “If the Gods sent those wolves…I killed Sansa’s..” Just as fast as he lost himself in a spiral, he took back the reigns and pulled right back out of it. “Everything adds up but I don’t know to why. Lysa telling her that the Lannisters murdered Jon Arryn, Jaime Lannister being the only man who didn’t join the hunt the day Bran fell and strands of blonde hair in the tower when I could tell you for a fact no one had been in there for a very long time.”

He tapped his fingers at the blade and you felt a weight in your throat trying to fight against the words. “The blade?”

Lord Stark laughed meaninglessly. “The blade belongs to Tyrion Lannister.”

For all that you knew him, and for as different as he seemed, you couldn’t find it in your heart to see such traits past the blood of who he was and who his family was. “How do you know?”

The answer, you liked even less. Lost in a bet to the Lannister during a tourney, the previous owner knew who it now belonged to without any doubt, beacuse it’s previous owner was Petyr Baelish.

You were finding it increasingly hard to figure out who you didn’t like more in this city. Luckily for Tyrion Lannister he in fact, wasn’t in the city so he found your newfound anger towards him unobtrusive. Not as lucky for you, sitting at the small council you found too many men in the room you didn’t trust as far as you could throw.

Lord Varys avoided much interaction with you has he did your father, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fully aware of every step you had taken in this city and no doubt others. You dared not think about how much he really knew, not that it mattered much now, but you didn’t appreciate the concept of lording information over another head to make them dance.

Lord Baelish was as trustworthy as he was kind, meaning none. A self serving worm who had no care for anything or one that didn’t give him either money or power. Though, you did consider him to be the less offensive to look at only if in comparison to the bloated faced man standing before the council.

Lord Janos Slynt, Commander of the City Watch was nothing short of an insult to the eyes. Patchy facial hair that didn’t quite sit well over the slight pudginess of his face that wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t also always plastered with a high and mighty look as if he knows better. Standing before you, speaking of his struggle to keep the peace in the streets.

His voice covered itself in slime. “It’s the Hand’s tournament that’s causing all the trouble, my lords.”

An exhaustion sat in Lord Starks shoulders, his tone annoyed as his posture to the idea. “The King’s tournament. I assure you the Hand wants no part in it.”

Your father didn’t care for Lord Stark personally, but at least they would agree at such a waste of expenses. Being Master, or in your case, acting Master of Ships didn’t mean you were not painfully aware of how much spending your assets should be restricted of just to amuse the growing relentlessness of the King.

Slynt continued. “Call it what you will Lord Stark, the city is packed with people and more flooding in everyday. Last night we had a tavern riot, a brothel fire, three stabbings, and a drunken horse race down the Streets of Sisters.”

Your eyes narrowed, voice loud and yet even with little emotion behind it. It unnerved many how similar you were to the unwelcoming and bluntness of your lord Father. “Discipline should lie with the capabilities of a commander. If you cannot keep the King’s peace during something as innocuous as a tourney, perhaps the City Watch should be commanded by someone whose ability we can rely on.”

Oh the fire in his eyes as he glared at you, spit coming from his mouth as it did his worse. His chest and cheeks puffing like a frog. “I need more men.”

Lord Stark had the final decision however, and you would never dare go against or even speak up against it. Such a thing was not your place, nor would you let it be. “You’ll get fifty, Lord Baelish will see it paid for.” Your own harsh gaze, bordering on a glare peeling over to the Master of Coin seemingly surprised by the notion. Lord Stark’s order firmer then ever. “You found money for a champions purse, you can find money to keep the peace.” Turning to Slynt, “I’ll also give you twenty if my household guard until the crowds have left.”

Giving more men to the one who didn’t know how to command them with fairness was not quite how you felt about such actions, regardless of how the rest of the council didn’t agree. Was it too harsh of a stance, or was it a firm position influenced by what you already knew was incompetence. Janos Slynt was not someone trustworthy, but as long as he got paid he would do the bare minimum.

You and Lord Stark sharing a glance as he relaxed somewhat. “The sooner this is over the better.”

Lord Varys leaning forward, tone as even and light with hope as he could paint it. “The realm prospers from such events, my Lord. They give the great a chance at glory, and the lowly a respite from their woes.”

Legs crossing over the other you sat back in your seat. “It’s not glory those men need more of, Lord Varys I can assure you. They have quite enough of that to go around.”

Lord Baelish leaning far too close to make eye contact with a sly grin. “And yet it puts coins in many a pocket, my Lady. Glory has filled every Inn throughout the city, and the whores are walking bow legged with every step.”

Grin growing more detestable as you looked from him with an uncomfortable glare. Your dear Uncle did not help the matter as he spoke up, a laugh in his lungs doing so. “We’re fortunate my brother Stannis is not with us. Remember when he proposed to outlaw brothels? Robert had asked if he’d like to outlaw eating, drinking, and shitting while he was at it.”

The force to not roll your eyes tested your every power of will. Every sense of faith in a man like your father that they assumed he had suggested or done so on Dragonstone for the superficial. Many Lords in the capital were keen on keeping your father at an arms length and you couldn’t help but speculate how much was truly just his personality, and what was fear deep down.

Afterall, he had two living children, and four which had passed before they could become your brothers. Clearly it wasn’t sex itself that was what he disliked about the premises.

Lord Stark looked to you instead of bothering to even entertain this discussion, calling your name. “You haven’t heard from Lord Stannis have you? He has not formally passed is place on the council to you, I’d have to guess he intends to return from his visit at some point?”

Neither of you said it to the current company, but Lord Stark didn’t quite appreciate the treatment of his new daughter by marriage. Sending you off to be wed out of nowhere, not accompanying or letting your mother or sister come to see you married, and then dragging you away from his son after one night to act on the council in his unexplained absence.

It was unfair to you and Robb, and it also sat rather suspiciously that you had been kept so terribly in the dark with this, and whatever your father had been investigating with Lord Arryn.

Lord Baelish’s tone was as mocking as ever, looking right at you. “No doubt he’ll return as soon as we’ve scourged all those whores into the sea.” You could hear Renly laugh somewhere to your left.

Standing abruptly, you smoothed down your skirt and nodded stiffly. “Until tomorrow, my lords.” As you stepped away you muttered uncaring if you were heard or ignored. “I’ve heard quite enough about my father and whores for one day.”

Renly’s laughter bothered you the whole way out of the small council chamber. You and Lord Stark had business to inquire of Grand Maester Pycelles but you found yourself perfectly content with waiting out of ear from mocking of your lord father for one day.

Words from the night before long since burned in the light of one of your rooms candles, in your pocket now sat one of you own writing and a new one sent to you. A raven from Dragonstone had surprised you only as long as it took to see the neatness of the letters.

Shireen was outraged that she missed your wedding. Had asked a million questions, what did you wear, who attended, did Winterfell have a nicer sept then they? That one you were going to have to explain another time that in your new life, you found more peace in the way the Starks followed that of the old gods. More questions of what is the capitol like with the new hand, was Robb as handsome as she was picturing. A question which even in the privacy of your own room, made you fluster a bit.

Only your dear sister could have you ready to spill about a man your married too, in ways like you were still a girl her age with a petty crush. Her letters always long, and always excited to hear what her well travelled big sister was doing regardless of how little you ever wanted to tell the truth of it anymore.

She was just a child, a rather innocent one at that. You wondered what father told her of the reason behind his sudden return home. Thinking to the two girls you returned to the city with, they too, were too young to have to be around this den of masks and liars. At least Arya’s needle was a bit more of protection then that of Sansa’s naivety.

Grand Maester Pycelle’s office was unbearably stuffy. The scents, the thick air and the mixture of whatever liquids sat both around the surfaces and tucked away into cupboards did not make the heat of summer any easier.

His frail voice seeming having gone on for far too long, “The smallfolk say the last year of summer if always the hottest. It is not often so, but it can feel that way does it not? On days like this, I envy you northerners and your southern snows.”

Both you and Lord Stark standing by his desk, it felt as if he was ready to dismiss before why an audience was requested in the first place. “I’ve been hoping to talk to you about Jon Arryn.”

To his credit, the Grand Maester had the patience to look surprised by the subject but not suspiciously so. “Lord Arryn? His death was a great sadness to us all. I took personal charge of his care, but I could not save him.”

Eyes narrowing slightly with a tilt of your head, you considered back to your own insights. “Did he seem sickly to you before the fever hit him? He hasn’t seemed like himself for some time but it never struck me like a physical ailment.”

Considering the idea, the Grand Maester himself looked a tad shamed. You doubted there wasn’t much he could do, and yet you could see similar feelings of confused failure in like your own once Maester Cressen. “His sickness truck him very hard, and very fast. I saw him in my chambers just the night before he passed. Lord Arryn often came to me for counsel.”

Lord Stark bluntly asking, “Why?”

Your insides rolled over at how indigent and offended the man instantly became at Lord Stark’s mere question. Nothing but worry over pride and image for such people. “I have been Grand Maester for many years. Kings and Hands have come to me for advice since-”

Voice raising enough to speak over him, you cut his tongue back down with the sharpness of your own tone. “Why did Lord Arryn seek you out, the night before he died? What did he want?”

The answer, only brought more questions.

Bringing you and Lord Stark closer in his office to a shelf, many large tomes sat across them as he shakily dragged one onto his desk. Landing it down in front of Lord Stark with a thud. “The lineages and histories of the great houses of the Seven Kingdoms. With descriptions of many high lords, noble ladies, and their children.”

Watching Lord Stark pull off the metal clasp and tossing it down, the book was loose and not well made but the pages inside were vast on thick paper filled to the brim with words in many styles of writing in many degrees of faded letters. Flipping through multiple pages until he landed on one at random, Lord Stark begun reading out one of the passages.

“…blue of eye, brown of hair, and fair complected. Died in his fourteenth year of a wound sustained in a bear hunt.”

Head tilting as he sat back down, “As I said my Lord, a ponderous read.”

“Did Jon Arryn tell you what he wanted with it?”

A slight shake no, of his head. “He did not, my Lord. And I did not presume to ask.”

Skimming the pages, you barley glanced at them before looking up to meet the Grand Maesters eyes but did not find him hiding much behind them. Nothing pertaining to the conversation at least as Lord Stark continued his inquiry. “Jon’s death, did he say anything to you during his final hours.”

Instinctively he denied, “Nothing of import, my Lord.” before pausing his hand raised as if to collect his thoughts within them from his older mind. “There was one phrase he kept repeating. The Seed is Strong, I think it was.”

Your eyes narrowed, “The seed is strong? What does that mean?”

No curiosity in his eyes, “The dying mind is a demented mind, Lady Stark.”

Whatever he said right after, was missed in the brief second of childish notions, much like what Shireen always tried to dish from you. Some familiar just called you by your name, others stuck to the simple My Lady, others such as Ser Jaime Lannister only switched between names in mocking as if there was something usual about a highborn lady taking on the House of their husband.

But hearing Lady Stark so casually, shouldn’t have clicked such a second of girlish glee as it had. You pulled yourself together though, hoping neither noticed your stammer of formality. Lord Stark beside you continuing, “And you’re quite certain he died of a natural illness?”

Grand Maester Pycelle seemed taken back, alleviating guilt at how quick his confusion at such a suggestion was at least ticked a name off your list. “What else could it be?”

Lord Stark seemed like he however, knew what his answer was. “Poison.”

Unwilling to think of such a crime, he shook his head in denial. “A disturbing thought…I don’t think it likely. The Hand was loved by all, what sort of man would dare-”

Your eyes and Lord Stark’s flickered to the other for just a moment, your voice without accusing if only in pure read of your words. “I’ve heard it said poison is a woman’s weapon.”

“Yes. Women, cravens…and eunuchs. Did you know Lord Varys is a eunuch?”

The spinning of mistrust once more, not the game neither you nor Lord Stark cared to get involved with now or ever. Enough was on your plate as it was. There was no conceivable thought of what Lord Varys would gain from murdering Lord Arryn in your mind. Then again, Lysa had named the Lannisters and yet you too had no idea what would be gained by that either.

Nor what trying twice to murder an innocent ten year old boy wold gain. But the signs all pointed to the golden lions.

Finding Arya near the top of the steps balancing on one foot, you smiled. Taking the tome from Lord Stark to his office for him so he could inquire what her dancing teacher had her practising now. Earlier he had commented to you that it felt like everyday Arya came back with new bruises or scratches with a worried furrow in his brow.

You simply had held back a smirk, “If I recall that’s exactly how everyone found out I was learning to sword fight when I was her age.”

Lord Stark had laughed much easier, running a hand over his stubble. “It took us that long to find out because you and Jon would sneak out at night so neither of you would get in trouble.” The first few lessons did have a lot of Jon hitting you harder each time until you got fed up and learned to block properly. “You should be thankful it was me who caught you and not Cat.”

You were twelve at the time, Jon fourteen and even all those years ago still far stronger then you. You couldn’t have imagined how much trouble he would’ve gotten in were it now your own father who caught you two one night.

Sitting now at Lord Stark’s desk, you had been mindlessly flipping through the book. Pausing at random pages before coming across the current accounts of Baratheons. The King first, and his children, then your lord father and his. Including all four which never made it, and a sickening description of Shireen as “disfigured” from her greyscale.

Renly when he thought neither or your father in ear had often referred to Shireen as “that ugly daughter of his” and you hated it. She would’ve been far worse had your father listened to the other Lords. Send her off to old Valyria to be of the stonemen before she infected the whole of Dragonstone.

Dancing over her name with your tapping finger, you told yourself not to. Biting your tongue before your weakness overtook and flipped to the pages of the current Starks. Glancing down to Lord Eddard Stark, then that of Robb did you pause. Shireen asking if he was handsome and certainly the drollness of a Maesters documents did nothing to answer that.

But your eyes skipped down. Looking to the description of Eyes of Grey, black of hair and the beginnings of the letter ‘S’ coming into sight did you slam the book shut with an angry huff. Your best friend for so long, and now his memory tainted with feelings which you both were forced to tear away from.

You’d love to just think of Jon the way you could Theon. Fond memories that weren’t anything more, and none which made the flutter in your stomach getting used to your new husband feel shameful. Hearing Lord Stark’s footsteps you stood up from his seat, leaning against the wall to the side with your arms crossed your chest.

Closing the door behind him, “Do you know a Ser Hugh of the Vale?” Head jolting back you found nothing with such a title and name until Lord Stark elaborated. “He was Jon Arryns squire.” Your lips parting in recognition you turned to look back at him confused. “He was knighted after his murder.”

“Knighted for what?”

Tilting his head he almost smiled. “That’s what you’re going to find out.”

Ser Hugh as it turned out, was exactly the kind of glory seeker you knew didn’t need more cheers and gold bolstering his ego. Down in the open field where they set up the tourney, you recognized him at least while he was in much more average attire. Still nicer then what you recalled he wore as a squire.

“Ser Hugh?”

Your footsteps towards him quick and long, your voice not shouting and yet projecting enough to startle those around as the man turned annoyed towards you. “As you can see, I’m busy.”

Busy taking steps, yes a task needing great concentration to a man of his calibre. Your eyes narrowed in the bright sun making you look far less tolerant of such an attitude. Renly once had said that between the flowing dresses, the light fabric of an equally as long cardigan with hair that looked far nicer unrestricted by whatever styles these girls in the capital pretended were fashionable, you might actually attract a suitor once in a while were it not for you being a perfect copy of your father’s morose and drab glare.

“I’m here on behalf of Lord Eddard Stark, Hand of the King-”

Not giving you a second chance, he waved you off. “Well run along and tell your master if the Hand wishes to speak to me, he should come himself. Knights don’t have time for a servant girls questions.”

Turning and stepping along the path you resisted the urge to see his head smash into the wooden railing he walked beside. There was no point in arguing, he seemed unlikely to be honest if he did answer any questions, and you and Lord Stark had a much more promising visit far down in the streets of the city.

“He said he’d only be willing to talk to the hand himself. A knight such as him.”

You and Lord Stark glancing at the other with a vapid smirk, of course how could you have been such a fool to dare ask anything of a well seasoned warrior such as Ser Hugh of the Vale. Intrepid Knight of Half a Day.

“Ah, a knight. They strut around like roosters down here. Even the one who’ve never seen an arrow coming their way.” The armoury Lord Baelish had directed you towards approached quickly. Sounds of yelling and barters all around and children play fighting in every direction.

Many eyes looked towards the pair riding down the path. Either such a sight was unusual to them, or perhaps all too similar. The Lord Hand and Master of Ships travelling down the poor city streets looking in the same places for the same people, only months after the last pair did the same to no known success.

“We should be careful out here alone, my Lord. There’s no telling which eyes belong to who.” Glancing at him, he seemed unaffected by the idea. Climbing off your horse as he did too, you both steeled in a natural air of cold confidence. Working beside Lord Stark for you was easy, you couldn’t however imagine such an easy pairing in Lord Arryn and your own father.

“Let them look.”

Tobho Mott greeted you both with upmost respect, seemed to be much more relaxed with your presence then he did mention of your lord father. Lord Stark beside you prompting the conversation moreso. “What did Lord Arryn and Lord Stannis want?”

“They came to see the boy.”

Lord Stark saying he’d like to see him as well, Tobho nodded and turned into the forge where the consistent smashing of metals stopped banging. “Gendry,”

Easy to see from his demeanour, it was clear he was likely either incredibly lowborn, or even a slave must to your dismay. He didn’t look at either you or Lord Stark in the eye, standing straight and respectable, but did not think he had the right to make eye contact.

You stood still, trying to see what it is that would be on any interest to the lords before. Not just that, what was seen which scared your father back to Dragonstone, and Lord Arryn into the grave? The three men went back and forth for a while over the ornate bulls helmet which he had made himself, easing the pair into the inquiry.

His voice didn’t give much away, but a tint of attitude which wasn’t unfamiliar. Taller then, you, his hair was dark to the point of a deep brown and by your guess would be a a little younger then you. Lord Stark changed subject, “When Lord Arryn came to visit you what did you talk about?”

Not looking still, your eyes narrowed as something pricked at your skin. “Just as me questions is all, milord.” Next asked if your father had ever questioned him, was a rare moment that made you break a smirk and eyes lit up with an amusement not often seen of you in Kings Landing. “No, he never said a word. Just glared at me like I was some raper who done for his daughter.”

Mott turning and raising his voice. “Watch your tongue boy. This is Lord Stannis’s own daughter you’re speaking too.” Turning to you with sincere apology in his eyes you couldn’t seem to look away from Gendry. He apologized, but you only found yourself looking at him with a more scrupulous gaze.

You tried, but whatever pricked at your skin settled over every corner of it until you wanted to twitch with unease. Lord Stark spoke for you, sensing that you were seeing something close to what he was slowly putting together. “What kind of questions did Lord Arryn ask?”

“About my work at first. If I was being treated well, if I liked it here. But then he started asking me questions about my mother.”

You spoke up before you could stop yourself. “Your mother?” Gendry specifying he meant just who she was and what she looked like, you continued to speak first unable to keep the intensity away out of your gaze on him. “What did you tell him?”

“She died when I was little. She had yellow hair, she’d sing to me sometimes.”

You couldn’t say why it clicked, but it did. Stepping forward you were sharper with him then you may have intended, “Look at me.”

Meeting your eyes, you felt that sensation shiver through your body like you had just been tossed in a river. There was no denying what it was you were seeing. Had you not known better, you could’ve mistaken Gendry for your own brother. The green eyes wide and bright, hair so dark and thick, the strength in resemblance of his facial structure and all linking back to why the snark of attitude pinged at you.

Almost in shock you leaned back, glancing to Lord Stark who briefly flickered to meet your eyes with an unsettled understanding of what you were seeing. You didn’t like what you were feeling in any way. Lord Stark handed him back the bull helmet, “Get back to work, lad.”

Diligently, he left further into the forge and the hammering started once again as Lord Stark spoke quietly to Mott. “If a day ever comes that boy would rather wield a sword then forge one, you send him to me.”

Coming up to Renly’s quarters, your head was in a spin and something told you to go anywhere that wasn’t where all your questions had laid. Knocking on his door, you almost jumped back in surprise by the one who actually answered.

Taller then you with a darkish dirty blonde hair rung up into curls that most girls you know envied with passion, Ser Loras also stood before you shirtless in a manner you amusingly knew a certain young redheaded Stark would’ve had her cheeks turn just as red at the sight off. Luckily for you, the shock on his face and the smirk on yours already knew the story better.

Walking in as you brushed past him, you raised your eyebrows at your Uncle now rushing to cover his own chest as if you were stupid enough not to know. “My Lady, apologies we were just-”

Turning to Loras beside you, you smirked wider with a playful squint in your eye. “Ser Loras, a word of advice. If you wish your private affairs to remain private, maybe don’t answer my Uncle’s door when you’re both still shirtless and this one’s still in bed.” You nodded over to the annoyed Renly.

Loras couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or horrified, but left as soon as he could be considered half way presentable. Door closing behind him, you walked in further, leaning against Renly’s desk. “I know discretion isn’t your strong suit Renly, but maybe if he’s trying to keep it a secret at least pretend you two aren’t locked up in bed half the time.”

Rolling his eyes, he reached passed out to pour himself wine. “Aren’t you missing your tournament?”

Shaking your head at his offer of a glass to you, “Oh am I Hand of the King, now?”

Glaring, he rested beside you against the desk as he sipped. “Spending enough time with him, it’s easy to mistaken I suppose. Much like my dear brother seemed.” Glancing beside you, you said nothing as he continued with mocking joy. “Jon and Stannis spend an increasing amount of time together only to stop when one of them dies and the other runs away out of reach. Only difference is the Hand this time is a wolf, but the Stag stays the same. Or are you a wolf now too?”

Pushing off smug with himself, you crossed your arms. “I married into a house of wolves, my name is theirs now, I suppose yes dear Uncle I am a wolf now if such a distinction matters.” Titling your head you were far less amused now and much more openly accusatory. “Does that make you a rose, or just a stag stupid enough to let roses tie themselves around him?”

He glared at you, “My relationship-”

“I’m not talking about Loras. Not for that. I’m talking about the less time you spend doing your duty the more I seem to find you spending time whispering with the Tyrells.” The guilt on his face grew tenfold as you slammed more to the open air. “You didn’t hide very well what your plan for his sister was, Margaery was it?”

Oh you hit a wound. Renly face twisting into a snarl unbecoming of someone like him. “Plan?”

Crossing your arms you didn’t move an inch but your eyes trained on his with scrutiny. “What was it my father said you planned, trying to make dear Margaery, Robert’s whore?” He paled but you didn’t let him blabber. “Everyone in the seven kingdoms knows he’s got enough of those, so I have to ask why exactly try to send the pretty girl from Highgarden into the bed of our well rode, drunken King, and then you yourself having the same ride by her own brother?”

He shrugged, but did not do well at hiding his anxiety. “You and Stannis are missing out, Tyrells are quite interesting in bed.”

You raised your eyebrows. “So are wolves, I’ve found.”

“Did you come here for this or what?”

Pushing up you walked more to the middle of the room. “No, actually I came here to ask if you’re going to the tournament tomorrow.”

Renly’s eyes flickered side to side, “Most likely. Why?”

You shrugged, losing all pretense of suspicion for now. “Just wondering if I’ll have someone to talk to who doesn’t make me want to tear into my palms.” Renly laughed, telling you this was the wrong place for that.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, for a brief moment he looked actually concerned. “I know I joke about it, but the capital doesn’t suit you does it?” He smiled when you shook your head no. “You know every time you came back from Winterfell you looked miserable. You hated coming back here and each time you come back a little more fed up then the time before.”

You said nothing as you looked blankly at him. There was nothing to deny, coming back here was always the worst and it never stopped being the worst until you were back with the Starks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your wedding.”

You shrugged. Not the answer or even emotion he expected, but you were just looking at him.

The wide bright eyes, the shape of his cheeks, jaw, the colours in those eyes and the darkness of the thick hair he was so bad at letting grow out just like your father. All you could think of was what in those looks scared your father out of the city.

What did he find in those looks that was so bad it got Lord Arryn killed. You and Lord Stark had many clues but no hints except for one glaring one. You had returned to the horses, nearby where Jory had been waiting.

When he asked if you two had found anything, you hadn’t been quite the same since realizing what Lord Stark had. All you could see when looking at Renly now, was what Lord Stark told Jory then.

Something that had no right being a clue to such a dark mystery and yet here you were, standing before water as murky then ever only this time it was your own kin that was being told as the dangers to look out for.

Gendry wasn’t just a tiny clue of no meaning, somewhere in Lord Arryn’s death was a page about finding King Robert’s bastard son.

#jon snow x reader #robb stark x reader #jon snow #robb stark #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow x you #robb stark x you #jon snow imagine #robb stark imagine #game of thrones imagine

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rowanwithaz · 9 months

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Out of no nowhere.

(Or literally written out before double digit chapters)

but we know antis are Illiterate.

Ah,yes,Shiggy accusing Deku of loving his "present" which that said present is Bakugo. Telling Bakugo he was Deku's most special person,brings up the fact that Deku was HELLA pissed off when he hurt Bakugo,and not to mention,this man is doing this because of how strongly Deku's reactions are.(And him putting extra emphasis on, "love" will not go unnoticed.)

Monoma ALSO using Bakugo as a way to rile Deku up. (And it works better than he had anticipated.)

Dude called Deku out on claiming Bakugo as his own,and Deku doesn't even fucking deny it. He actually buckles down. So,obviously we have things dating back too season three of the anime about how Deku cares very deeply about Bakugo. (We weren't even in the Double Digits when Hori was spelling it out) and I've seen people say, "This is coming out of nowhere." Honey, we got proof from chapter 81 that Deku responds like this to Bakugo being hurt. Which I've talked about this before in more detail.

But then people accuse him of queer baiting. (Like you actually fucking care about a very common issue for LGBTQ+ representation) and comparing him to Disney's milking of half assed gay characters who barley have any meaningful moments so they can cut it out in other countries. And,last time I checked,GreeNade has TOO MANY meaningful moments,I honestly couldn't count them on two hands.

Here in,y'know,reality,Horikoshi,is just explicitly saying what has been shown a million times,because people like YOU don't get it. And when you realize there isn't any way to use the, "It's shonen," or, " brotherly love" excuse,you start using toxic queer stereotypes. That all queer people sexualize everything,even death.

you fall back to, "They're just minors." Because if you're gay you're obviously only sexual and kinky. But, will openly talk about Deku "Knocking up Ochaco," like that ISN'T sexualizing minors,but two boys being in love is like fifty shades of grey?

Also find shit like this funny,because they are openly admitting to seeing the romantic potential. Like this gem.

why would these photos trigger such a reaction unless, y'know,you're scared that these two might actually be gay and you hate being reminded of that fact? And if that's truly the case,you need to drop the manga,because from the way it's been going...your worst fears are about to become cannon.

Also,if wanna know where You can see some of the toxic hate GreeNade shippers get to spread awareness,you can check that out here,(or just go to a random bkdk\dkbk post and see the comments ,there's a ninety percent chance you'll see toxic antis)that's where I've found a lot of the hate for them that no one else in the fandom wants anyone to know about.

#bkdk #dkbk #mha #bnha #dekucchan #bakudeku #katsudeku #greenade #dekubaku #Bkdk/dkbk antis being stupid

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cheekyowldraws · 10 months

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Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Friede, Murdock, Liko and Roy appeare fairly often too Minor part: Orla, Mollie, Captain Pikachu, Rockruff, Dot

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Murfrieshipping

Summary:

Friede keeps sleeping in the captains chair instead of his bed and Murdock doesn't like that unhealthy behaviour and tries to convince him to take better care of himself, even if that means he has to give him the "Professor" treatment (I headcanon that when Murdock is mad at Friede he doesn't call him by his name and instead calls him Professor so the other man will immadiatly know that he fucked up)

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Can't you see that I'm caring about you?

It's past midnight and today it's Murdocks turn for the night shift, so he wanders around the Brave Asagi to check on everyone. The kids were all sleeping safe and sound. Liko always slept on her side, sometimes hugging Sprigatito. She was breathing so softly that you could barley hear her. Roy on the other hand was more of a lively sleeper. The boy never layed in his bed the same way and Murdock always got amused to see which pose he would find him in, before gently laying him down in a more comfortable pose, tucking him under his sheets. Dot mostly layed on her back, arms over her head, softly snoring. She had a very deep sleep so it was easy for Murdock to pick up some empty bottles and snack bag, before leaving the room.

The next stop was the Captain's deck and he really hoped that he would NOT find a certain man in here today...but he was proven wrong. Friede was sitting In the captains chair or more laying half on his side. That pose couldn't possible be comfortable in any way ore means. The white haird man was sitting mostly straight, but his upper body leaning widly on the left side while trying to support his head with his arm, his left shoulder pressing against the hard wood. Normally Murdock would just pick him up and carry this unreasonable fool to his room and laying him in his bed, but not this time. Today is different. He is dissapointed...Friede did promise him earlier this day that he will sleep properly in his own bed tonight, but he cleary didn't hold to his promise...so he just let him be like that and left the room, but not before he put a blanket over this stupid idiot. He may be mad but he still cares and don't wanna risk that his best friend gets sick.

The next morning Friede was woken up by the rising sun. He needed to blink his eyes open several times before they could adjust to the blending light. With a deep and long yawn he tried to sit up and was immadiatly met with a stinging pain in his neck „Maybe sleeping here wasn't the best idea“ he admitted while trying to massage his neck. Then the yellow eyed man noticed the blanket he was wrapped in and was slightly confused „I can't remember getting this...“ but before he could think more about this his nose got distracted by the pleasant smell of freshly backed bread. „Hmmm...I wonder what Murdock made for breackfast“ he said ans with a soft smile he exited the room, still trying to strech his body.

Soon he entered the kitchen to see what Murdock was up to „Good morning“ he said with a big smile. The brown hairded man was in the middle of preparing said breakfast and answered him with a cheerful „Good morning did you sleep well?“ and a big smile on his face. Friede instantly grabbed his neck turning his head carefully and alternately to the left and right, making his eyes winch in pain a little while letting out a small groan „My neck is a bit sore“ „I wonder why...“ the chef promptly hissed out with a sarcastic undertone, barley loud enough for Friede to notice that Murdock said something but not being able to understand what exactly so he asked out of concern while lifting one of his brows „Did you say something?“ But Murdock just shakes his head „I was just talking to myself. The breakfast is almost ready so please get the kids“ he said with a smiling face before he continued to focus on the task before him. Friede just nodded and then left the kitchen to look if the kids are already awake. The cook let out a defeated sight as soon as his friend left the kitchen. „That idiot doesn't seem to remember a thing...I just care about you...you stupid“ he mumbled with a rather hurt but soft voice before he finished preparing breakfast. 15 minutes later everyone was sitting at the dining table. As usual Murdock served a tasty meal and everyone stuffed their faces, enjoying every bite. Murdock couldn't help but smile at this sight. But it didn't took long until he got interupted by Roy who almost choked on his last bite, because he ate to hastely.

Friede ate fairly much himself and felt full to the brim „Phewwww that was delicious as always Murdock. I'm so full I definately won't be able to move for a while“ he compliments the chefs food. Murdock just had the biggest smile on his face after hearing that „Thank you I'm happy your enjoyed your breakfast Pro..fes...sor!“ Murdock said the last word with such a joyful but yet terrifying voice that it made Friedes whole body shiver „Oh no...he is upset...“ he thought, cold sweat starting to run down his face while going through every interaction he had with the other man yesterday to find a possible clue of the sudden dissapointment towards him. „What was it!? Did I say anything wrong!? Did I accidentally break something? Did he forgot something important!? But if he forgot it how could he possible remember it now?“ Arrghhhh Friede growls while tearing at his hair „I do so many stupid and clumsy stuff how can he expect me to know what exactly made him mad?“ he thought. Molly and Orla immadiatly sensed the change of athmosphere between the two men. It wasn't the first time they witnessed Murdock getting mad with Friede, so they were sure they will figure things out themselves. After collecting all the dirty tableware Murdock left the room heading back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Liko and Roy got slightly concerened because Friede was sitting their for several minutes without moving a muscle. „A..Are you okay Friede?“ a nervouse Liko softly asked him. But the man didn't respond so Roy tried with his energiy voice this time „ARE YOU OKAY FRIEDE!?“ the small boy neary gave him a heartattack. „I'm...I'm fine!!“ He promptly answered while having one hand on his chest feeling his heart almost coming out „I just got lost in thoughts that's all“ he tried to convince the kids while trying to put on a smile but it looked more like a grimace. „Are you sure?“ Liko worried asked him again. „I'm okay I promise so don't worry okay?“ he said while patting her head with a hopefully normal smile on his face this time before leaving the room with a „I need to check something so see ya later“

Friede spent his whole day trying to find out with what action he upsetted Murdock. He didn't relaized how fast the time flew by when he decided to take a break from thinking. In fact it's already dinner time so everyone was gathering at the dining table. Friede also sat down on his seat and still had no clue. His head slightly hurted from overthinking and he tried to hide it but Murdock did notice. The cook exactly knew why his friend had a headeach so he didn't need to sugar coat him. He is still mad with Friede after all. So yet again the chef put up his brightest smile „Does the Professor have trouble remembering something important?“ That took Friede a little off-guard and he almost choked on his food. He hated that Murdock could read his face so easily. „A well...I guess so“ He said a little awkward while scratching the back of his head „I see...“ The cook almost lost his facade for a moment so he took a short pause before continuing „If you don't remember it probably wasn't that important to YOU so don't sweat it okay?“ Murdock tried really hard to sound happy but Friede catched the sad undertone in his voice and felt even more guilty now. He couldn't bring himself to say anything after that and just silently watched his friend leaving the room.

That whole situation didn't went unnoticed to the rest of the crew. And Friede already sensed judging eyes towards him so he just felt like running away himself „Sorry I ehm I think I should go and check if we still are on the right course so...“ the white haired man hastely stood up, almost falling from his seat and left the room without looking anyone in the face. Liko and Roy just looked at each other confused not knowing what to do. „I think Murdock would be happy if you two could help him with the dishes“ Orla said with a smile on her face to distract them. The two kids just nooded and started to collect all the dirty tableware to bring them to Murdock.

The cook stood in the kitchen, tears running down his cheeks. He just had to leave or else he would have burted into tears in front of everyone „I expected him to not remember but still...my heart feels betrayed...I thought my feelings had reached him...“ the brown haired man pressed his fingers against his closed eyes to stop the tears. He took a few deep breathes to calm himself down. He doesn't want anyone to see him like this. But in this moment someone knocked on the door and he started to panic a little „Murdock are you in there?“ Roy asked with a cheerful but hesitant voice. Murdock was a little relieved that it wasn't Friede and heaved out a deep sigh. He promptly wished the last bit of tears away with his right arm and had to clear his voice before he was able to answer. „Yeah please come in“ the two kids then opened the door, hands full of tableware. „We brought all the dirty dishes. Is it okay if we help you cleaning up?“ Liko shyly asked with a soft smile and Murdock was deeply touched „Of course! You two are a great help. Thank you!“ the cook cheerfully said and the two kids happily staretd to bring everything to the sink so Murdock could wash the dishes while Liko and Roy dried everything with a towel.

At the same time Friede was running outside to get some fresh air. He just busted out the door and leaned on the railing. He was out of air and needed to catch his breath. After a while he lifted his head and looked at the sunset. „Right it's my turn on the night shift...“ he whispered to himself. He kept silently watching the sun slowly going down, still thinking about what he can't seem to remember...but to no avail...he just can't remember and he hated himself for it. It was already dark when he finally decided to go in hoping that everyone else already went into their bedrooms setteling down for the night. He opened the door and cautious peak inside. To his delight no one seemed to be here, so without detour he went to the Captains deck grabbing the steering wheel.

Thinking all day about why Murdock was mad at him mentally have worn him out completely. „WHAT DID I DO WRONG?“ He couldn't shake off this question and it started to drive him crazy that he wasn't able to grasp the reason for the chefs dissapointment. Especially after the last conversation „He could just tell me what upsets him though“ It was almost midnight when Friede decided to sit on the captains chair for a while and he literally let himself fall exhausted into the seat. His sore neck immadiatly tried to protest when he leaned against the back of the chair. „I probaly should sleep in my bed today“ he paused for a moment and then just repeated part of the sentence with a questioning voice „...sleep in my bed......in my bed....SLEEP IN MY BED!!! THAT'S IT!!!“ he couldn't help but almost jump out of the chair in the process, just to get his joy of finally knowing why Murdock is mad at him promplty replaced by the realisation that he indeed fucked up and that the other man had the full right to be upset. „So the blanket last night really was from Murdock...he saw me sleeping here after I promised him I would sleep comfortably in my bed...and him directly asking how my night was...and if I struggle to remember something important...“ the man closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Everything made sense now...and he rememberd everything.

The day before:

Friede was keeping Murdock company in the kitchen while the chef was preparing everything for lunch. He sat on the small stool in the corner watching every move of his friend. He made it look so easy, every hand movement is perfectly coordinated. „I could never cut stuff while looking away“ he said after wittnessing Murdock cutting onios without even looking because the man was busy reading a recipe at the same time. The chef actually wanted to test a new dish he recently found or more searched especially for it. Liko is not a picky eater and eats everything the cook makes and he appreciated it but he really wanted to create some comfort food for the shy girl, after everything she went through. „It's not that spectacular. Its only a matter of trainng. I'm doing this for years ya know?“ The humble man said with a smile. „Don't play down your hard work. If it would be so easy everyone of us would be able to cook like you, but that's not the case. I'm complimenting you here ya know?“ Friede protested with a up brow. „Sorry, sorry!“ Murdock answered with a playful voice.

Friede then layed back and coulnd't hold back a small groan, cursing his hurtinh neck. That didn't went unnoticed by Murdock „You slept in the Captains chair again didn't you?“ the cook asked being annoyed by the unhealthy behavior his friend couldn't seem to stop with. But Friede was avoiding eye contact and didn't answer his question. „So I'm right...how many times did I already tell you that it's unhealthy to go one like this?“ Friede just went even more silent looking on the floor now „When was the last time you slept in a bed?“ Murdock asked with a slightly angry but concerned voice, staring at Friede in hope he gets an answer this time.

„You know...last time when we...when we slept in your room together and...“ „THAT WAS LAST WEEK!???“ the big man hissed at his friend „You are telling me you haven't slept in your bed for over a week!?“ Murdock has to admit that his voice came out louder then he wanted to, resulting in starteling the smaller man a bit. But he was shocked after what he just heard. „Ye...Yeah but it's not that big of a deal. Sleep is sleep! Doesn't matter how I get it“ Friede tried to defend himself. „It DOES matter where you sleep!“ Murdock started to scold the him „Your neck hurting is the best example that sleeping in a chair is unhealthy!“ „It always goes away after some time“ Friede tried to defend himslef, not understanding what Murdock is so worried about. The cook went silent for a while after that before he started talking again „Sorry for screaming at you, but can you promise me that you gonna sleep properly in your bed? At least for today?“ he said with a caring voice while looking at him with pleading eyes. Friede wanted to protest but it seemed important to his friend so he promised him to do so.

Back to the present:

Murdock layed in his bed unable to rest. His Rockruff cuddeling right against his chest. He gently petted the little puppy that was already snoring soundly. He couldn't help himself but to smile at this cute sight. But the smile was washed away from his face as soon as he fell back into deep thoughts. „Should he have just told Friede why he is mad?“ He started to play with one of Rockruffs paws, softly pressing it's toe beans. It wasn't the first time that Friede forgot something so he should be used to this, but for some reason he feels really hurt this time, almost betrayed „I just care about him...why can't he understand that I'm just worried? Are my feelings worth nothing?“ The cook asked frustrated while looking at his Rockruff, expecting an answer, but of course the only respond he got was a big yawn. Murdock had to giggle „Of course you don't have an answer on that“ while watching his little fellow getting even more comfortable „Maybe I should talk to Friede tommorrow...“ The cook then turned out the lights and kissed the little puppy on his head before trying to catch some sleep himself, tightly but gently hugging his partner.

The next morning:

Murdock always wakes up earlier then the others so he can prepare breakfast for everyone. Always trying to be as silent as possible. But before he could concentrate on cooking he needed to check something. That something included a certain someone he hoped he could talk to and clear things up. So of course he went to the Captains deck first, because he was sure to find the man here. But to his surprise he only got greated by Cap „Pika...chuuu“ The Pokemon said while doing his icnonic arm crossing pose. „Oh Good Morning Cap you seem in good spirit today“ Murdock replied with a smile. „Hope you are hungry, because I'm gonna make plently for breakfast“ the cook said getting out an excited „Chuuu“ of the Cap. Murdock walked out of the room but instead of going straight back to the kitchen he had to see with his own two eyes. So he now stood before Friedes room slowly opening the door and there he was. Laying on his stomach, arms and legs streched out. Murdock was so relieved to find him sleeping in his own bed „I wonder if you did remembered?“ he softly whispered to himself to not wake up his friend while gently tucking Friede under his sheets. Before closing the door he once more looked back at the peaceful sleeping silhouette and just could smile at this sight.

As expected Friede didn't appeard for breakfast, that wasn't unusual when his friend was in charge of doing the night shift. So Murdock went to bring Friede his share like always when this was the case. He knocked on the other mans door and was about to open it after he didn't get a response to check if he still is sleeping. But to his surprise someone suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. Murdock just tried to balance himself and the tablet with the food while he heard the door closing behind him. Friede was standing there leaning on the door with his back. „G..Good morning Friede!“ the bigger man stuttered out, still a little confused what just happend. But Friede couldn't bring himslef to look Murdock into his eye, not yet. Murdock put the tablet on the little night stand to get it out of the way „Are you alright?“ The brown haired man didn't sounded mad anymore he just was worried „I'm sorry...“ Friede still looking on the floor „I'm sorry I stepped on your feelings and broke my promise...I'm really sorry I'm...“ In that moment Friede took all his courage to lift his head and face his friend properly. But before he could say anything else he felt two strong arms around him taking him into a tight hug „I'm so glad you did remember and took care of yourself“ The cook let out with a trembeling voice followed by softly sobbing. Friede couldn't hold back his own tears at this point and hugged his friend back „Thank you....thank you for always caring about me!“ the words just gushed out of the white haired man with a quivering voice.

A few minutes passed and Friede almost started to whine when loosing the warmth of Murdocks body, because his friend pulled back from the hug. But soon enough he knew why when he felt two big hands gently cupping his face in between. „You know I love you and would do anything for you“ Murdock said with still teary eyes and such an beautiful and angelic voice that Friede wasn't able to hold himself back and pulled the other man into a passionate kiss. He wished this moment would last forever but they got interrupted by his grwoling stomach. Friede was a little embarressed and his already pink cheeks became more redder in an instant. Murdock let out a heartful laugh „Seems like someone is hungry“ he teased „ I guess I could really use something to eat right now“ he answered a little flustered. „Then sit down and eat your breakfast“ the cook said while pointing on the night stand were he put the tablet filled with food earlier. Friede didn't waste time, jumped on his bed and happily started to stuff his face. Murdock just sat right next to him watching his friend enyoing his food, softly smiling.

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Trapped Chapter 2

DBD Albert Wesker/ AFAB Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Blood Play, Knife Play, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Tentacles, Praise Kink, Blood Kink, Biting, Creampie, Character Death, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Hair-pulling, Broken Bones Needles, Manipulation, Virus, Torture

Ever since your encounter with Wesker, you were struggling in most of your matches. You were riddled with more anxiety than you had ever felt in the realm, making you extremely jumpy. Another match with that man terrified you and your paranoia only increased after talking to Chris and Jill.

You had met other new survivors that had joined you, more of them from the same universe. Rebecca, Sheva and Ada all seemed to know the man, and not a single one of them having any good news. From the sounds of it, you had pissed Wesker off immensely.

The Entity, almost always having a sick sense of humor sent you into match after match, almost non-stop. Mentally you were at your limit. It only got worse when the fog overtook your senses again, dragging you to a realm you had no interest in returning to.

The massive RPD sign hung on the building, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. Would he be in this match? Was he going to tunnel you relentlessly until he caught you to maim you beyond even the Entity's repair?

Looking around you saw no other survivors in the area, your body begining to shake uncontrollably. You told yourself it was the cold while you made cautious steps inside. Step after slow step you found a generator fairly quickly. You approached it to find Dwight working on one side, his perpetual nervous expression oddly reassuring. He gave you a gentle smile as he nudged his toolbox to you, pulling out a wrench for himself. You picked up a couple gears and the two of you made fast work of the first generator.

He pointed behind him down the hall and you both found another generator. Nerves started to crawl over your skin. This was too easy. As if on cue to prove you wrong, you heard a thud followed by a scream. Dwight glanced over at you, a look of terror on his face. "Let's hurry." You urged, forcing yourself to stay on task. Before you knew it two generators were done. Immediately after, a scream echoed down the hall. Someone had just been hooked.

Dwight put a hand on your shoulder as you started to move towards the direction of the scream. "I got this one." He reassured. You nodded gratefully and began to look for a other gen.

Your hopes for an easy match were shattered as you heard two screams and someone's presence leaving the match. Even worse you heard Dwight get hooked immediately after followed by what sounded like Michaela getting thrown on to a hook as well. Fuck. With no time to think you sprinted towards the direction of your teammate's screams the sound of the killer's terror radius becoming deafening with each stride you took.

You didn't even see Dwight before you heard footsteps stalk out from behind you. Hairs sticking up on the back of your neck, you felt like prey right before a predator pounced. "What do we have here?" A nauseatingly familiar voice broke through your thoughts, your feet suddenly feeling like cement blocks. You didn't dare turn around. Instead you forced yourself to run.

You ran as though your life depended on it. Like this was your final chance, the Entity no longer bringing you back. You heard the awful, wet sound of the uroboros tentacles sliding around behind you as you took a sharp turn. You didn't stop, throwing yourself over vaults and looping around as much as you could. You knew he was playing with you. He could have grabbed you but he didn't. You might have lost him but you refused to look behind you, making you unaware of his next move. You knew that one look into his eyes and you would collapse.

You made another turn and spotted Dwight, barley holding on against the Entity's long claws. You ran for him, a feeble and selfish effort to keep you from being alone with Wesker. Part of you knew you wouldn't make it, Dwight knew it too, his eyes not meeting yours but watching in horror as the man directly behind you pulled you to him and away from your teammate. Your back met his firm chest, his arms caging you to him in a bruising grip. Leather fingers gripped your chin and forced you to look at Dwight's last seconds. You felt his smirk on your skin, every single nerve in your body screaming. "Don't you dare close your eyes little mouse." Wesker growled, every word feeling like a threat. Dwight's death was quick, one of the Entity's large claws stabbing through him and pulling him up hungrily to it's waiting maw.

It occurred to you that you felt no other presence in the match except for Wesker's terrifying malice behind you. Any attempt you had made to struggle was stopped almost instantaneously with a squeeze from the man behind you that felt like he could crack your ribs with even an ounce more pressure.

"Good." He growled as you felt tears begin to sting your eyes. "Now dear, I have a deal for you. Are you listening?" You made an attempt to nod your head with your limited mobility, your jaw beginning to ache from the pressure of his fingers. "You'll need to speak up, otherwise I will snap your neck right now."

You chocked out a shaking "Y-yes." It seemed to appease Wesker enough for him to continue. "If you can find the hatch before I catch you, I'll let you go. If I catch you-" A low rumble of a laugh vibrated through his chest " I get to do whatever I want with you. I'm not unreasonable. I'll even give you a head start."

Your breaths came out shallow and labored, Wesker's claustrophobic grip on you had you feeling like you were going to pass out. "H-How do I know you will keep your word?" You questioned, your voice barley audible, coming out as more of a whimper.

Wesker's lips were practically touching your ear as he spoke, his breath ticking your skin. "You don't have a choice dear. Now, run." As he spoke the last word he released his grip on you, shoving you forward. The force nearly made you fall right on your face, though miraculously you managed to stay upright.

You didn't dare glace back, even if he was lying about giving you a head start you weren't going to give up without a fight. Bolting through corridors and vaulting over pallets you strained your ears to hear even the slightest indicator of where the hatch was.

It was nearly impossible as you could feel your heart beating in your ears, adrenaline surging through you. Fear was the only thing keeping you moving. You didn't want to think about what Wesker would do to you if he caught you. A pang of panic ran up your spine as you recalled Uroboros tearing it's way through your insides, ripping you apart from the seams.

You were pulled from your thoughts when suddenly there was a crash from behind you. 'Not much of a head start.' You scoffed to yourself. There was a dead end before you, a barricade of chairs and desks blocking your escape.

In a moment of panic you did the only thing you could think to do at the time. If you ran back the way you came Wesker would surely catch you, leaving you with only one option. You looked at a locker in the corner of the hall and took a deep breath. At least you could try and slam the door back in his face to buy you some time, even if it was unlikely you could pull it off.

You quietly opened the rusty door and stepped inside, doing your best to ignore the blood stains on the red wood. You shut the door behind you, silently cursing at the metallic whine that came from the door before it closed with a small click.

Not seconds later you started to feel your heart rate speed up and you knew he was close, the sound of his boots hitting the floor, slow and calculating. It frustrated you, his steps sounding as if he were on nothing more than a casual stroll.

"Where are you little mouse?" Wesker spoke in a mocking tone, his steps getting closer by the second. You wanted nothing more than to just throw the doors open and run away, the anxiety of the small space starting to make your breathing irregular.

Wesker turned the corner, his eyes scanning his surroundings and to your horror, almost immediately landing on the locker. He took a confident step forward, and you prepared yourself to put all of your body weight into bursting out of the locker. Another step as the uroboros pulsed out from his arm, wrapping itself around his hand. Suddenly he dashed forward with inhuman speed and wrenched the doors from your grasp, taking one off it's hinges entirely. The locker shook with the sudden force, making you shriek and hold on to the walls for dear life.

Before you even steadied yourself Wesker's knife planted itself into the wood directly next to your face, grazing your skin just enough to draw blood.

His tall form blocked your only way out, the smell of blood forcing it's way into your nose. You refused to look at him as you clenched your eyes shut, your head moving down and your entire body shaking.

"You can't hide from me forever dear." He growled, leaning in towards your face. "And closing your eyes won't make me go away. I want you to look at me."

You almost felt childish with how you shook your head, eyebrows furrowing as you defiantly refused his demand. It certainly didn't last long however as a bruising grip suddenly attached itself to your jaw and tentacles writhed over your throat. "I will not repeat myself again dear, be a good girl and open your eyes."

You choked back a sob as your eyes cracked open, his close proximity making you want to melt into the wall behind you. Your gaze met his, his sunglasses no longer on his face giving you an unobstructed view of his cat-like eyes. His pupils dilated, the glow of his irises seeming to intensify as he looked down at you.

You cowered away from him as much as you could in the confined space, his grip on your jaw getting tighter and your head starting to spin. You felt tears begin to sting your eyes and roll down your face as you tried to catch your breath. "Please.. " You begged in a shaking voice, your body trembling uncontrollably.

Wesker's grin seemed to widen and more of the tentacles wrapped around you. "Please what, dear? Use your words."

You took a breath before speaking, willing yourself to look at him. "Please just kill me-" you hiccuped, more tears running down your face. "Please I can't, just get it over with."

Wesker nearly laughed at how pathetic your request was. Your fragile form shaking before him, begging him for death. How cute you were. Unfortunately for you he had different plans, he wasn't going to let you go that easily.

"That's not what our deal was sweetheart." He hissed, his grip becoming impossibly tight, cutting off your air flow. "If I recall I said that if I caught you, I could do whatever I wanted with you. Though if you beg more I may be persuaded to go easy on you."

Your vision started to get blurry from tears and lack of oxygen, your struggles becoming weaker by the second. You weren't even aware of the tentacles of the uroboros beginning to snake their way under your shirt and around your legs until you felt a couple tendrils slide into the hem of your shorts.

A renewed sense of fear shot through you, and with your last bit of strength you used the blood on your face to slip your jaw out of his grip just enough to bite down into his gloved hand. His grip lessened enough for you to take a deep breath in, the air burning your lungs.

Wesker was barley affected by your attempts to free yourself, his hand almost not registering the bite at all with the thick leather protecting his skin.

It did however, affect his temper. With a snarl he threw you against the wall across from you, the impact knocking what little air you had recovered right out of you. The second impact that came after falling from the now cracked drywall caused you to cough up blood onto the already dirty floor. Something was definitely broken.

Entirely spent of your energy you lay on the floor as Wesker approached you, his boots appearing before you. A sharp pain exploded on your scalp as he pulled you up by your hair to look up at him, a terrifyingly neutral expression on his features. "I'm going to give you one more chance to behave dear, otherwise you will be wishing I ended you the way I did last time."

You didn't have any more fight in you as pain surged through you in a dull ache, your lungs stinging with each shallow breath. "Okay." You submitted, your head pounding. "I'll behave."

Wesker crouched down before you, his gaze meeting yours for far too many times tonight. "Good girl." He smirked, his grip lessening on your hair as he leaned forward, his mouth opening and his hot tongue pressing just below the cut on your cheek. He licked the blood from the injury and moved to face you again, his lips centimeters from your own.

Before you could process what was happening he kissed you, his surprisingly soft lips meeting your own. His hand slipped down to hold the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, giving you nowhere to move. You could taste your blood on his lips as he nearly devoured you, his other hand moving up your thigh to grip at your waist.

He pulled you impossibly closer to him as your chest now pressed against his, his thigh between your legs. Your brain felt as though it was short-circuiting, you hands moving to gently rest on his chest in a feeble attempt to push away.

As much as you wanted to forget, you felt the slimy touch of the uroboros once again making it's way into your clothes. Wesker made his way down your neck, placing open mouthed kisses across your skin making your face heat up. What in the hell was this man doing to you?

Tentacles slowly moved into your shirt and under your bra, wrapping around your breasts making your skin prickle with unease. Another tentacle made its way once again to the hem of your shorts and you tried your best not to make any noise. Much to your dismay a small whimper escaped your blood stained lips which only seemed to encourage the man on front of you.

Your shirt began to tear from the uroboros's assault as Wesker pulled out his knife, taking the sharp edge and cutting the remaining fabric off exposing your chest to to cool air. His mouth made contact to your skin once again as he suddenly sunk his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder, blood coming to the surface as he pushed his tongue into the depression his teeth created. You couldn't help but cry out, not knowing how much more of this you could take.

You were so caught up in the pain you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a tendril snake into your underwear and press against your heated skin. You could barley move as Wesker finally pulled away from your neck, blood now covering his lips and dripping from his chin. As he did you felt the tip of tendril press against your cunt, your mouth falling open at the unexpected sensation.

His leather clad hand gripped your chin to look at your face when the uroboros pushed into you. A breathy whine escaped you when you felt the appendage go deeper into you, only to pull out and force it's way in again.

You felt your face heat up under Wesker's stare, your body betraying you as you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. A particularly rough thrust made you swear and try to move your hips away to not much success. "Fuck! Ah- stop please..."

Wesker pulled you into another kiss as his hands started to pull off your shorts. This didn't last long his impatience leading him to slice through the fabric with his knife, your underwear following suit.

The cold air made goosebumps rise on your skin as more tendrils wrapped around your thighs, making you spread your legs wider. Pain shot up your spine as you felt whatever had been broken jostle around.

This gave the tendril inside of you more room to move as it pushed deeper inside of you, brushing against your g-spot forcing a moan from your throat. Pleasure coiled in your abdomen making you sick to your stomach.

One of Wesker's hands moved down your stomach as the other held your form flush to him, a gloved finger finding it's way to your clit. The sensation of the leather felt foreign in comparison to the slippery appendage inside of you, you hips jerking involuntarily at the unwanted stimulation.

Wesker was beginning to lose his composure as he watched you writhe before him, wetness covering your thighs and your head tilted back, more obscene moans escaping your lips. He wanted nothing more than break you. To ruin you for anyone else. You belonged to him now.

"You're being so good for me sweetheart." He praised, his voice low as he rested his forehead on your still bleeding shoulder.

Pleasure continued to build on your body, your hips matching each thrust trying to gain more friction as you gave in to him. You could feel yourself getting close to the edge, his pace almost frustratingly slow. You could tell he was holding back, not quite ready to give you the release your body needed.

You knew what he wanted, and you swallowed what little pride you had left. Letting out another breathy whine you choked out a quiet "please..."

Wesker's actions stopped briefly before continuing almost as if you had caught him off guard. "You'll need to be more specific dear." You could see a hostile smile creep into his lips as he looked back up at you. "I'll give you what you want if you look me in the eyes and beg for it."

As if to spite you the tendril inside of you brushed almost teasingly against your g-spot again making you gasp. Fuck, you needed him. This wasn't enough. "Please... I can't handle this anymore. Please let me come, I'll be good for you, I'll do whatever you want. Please just fuck me." You pleaded, tears running down your face, stinging the cut on your cheek.

Wesker's grin only grew, blood on his teeth making a flash of fear run through you. "My my, desperate aren't we? Well, since you asked so nicely I'll give my little slut what she wants."

His pace with his fingers picked up as the tendril inside of you roughly thrusted into that spot inside of you that made you see stars. More tendrils slid along your chest making your skin feel as though it was on fire, pleasure building in you faster than you were ready for.

Wesker could feel your cunt tighten around the appendage coiling inside of you, his lips kissing along your neck. A low growl escaped him. "Such a good girl, come for me."

That's all it took for the tension in your body to snap, pleasure overwhelming you as you cried out, fingers gripping onto Wesker's shirt in a feeble attempt to stay grounded. You were thankful for the man in front of you holding you upright, your legs feeling like jelly. You couldn't stifle your moans as your hips ground into his hand riding out your high.

You let out a shaking breath as you slowly started to calm down. He pulled his hand away from your overstimulated clit, and the uroboros slowly pulled out of you causing wetness to drip into the floor below you.

Wesker pulled you into another burning kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth, nearly suffocating you in his insatiable lust. Not giving you a moment to recover he pushed you back against the floor, not breaking the kiss as he pressed his hips to yours, grinding against you.

That's when you started to panic. The bulge in his pants felt much bigger than the tendril was. Wesker almost seemed to sense your unease because a moment later he pulled back and that damned smirk made it's way into his lips. "Be good for me and get these off will you?" You could tell he wasn't asking.

With shaking hands you sat up and reached out, unclasping his belt and undoing the button on his pants. You swallowed your anxiety and pulled the zipper down, his size becoming much more noticeable through his boxers.

Wesker's hand found it's way to the nape of your neck, gripping your hair. "It's not smart to tease sweetheart."

You swallowed and your fingertips went to the band of his boxers, gently pulling down exposing his length. Fuck. Of course this cocky bastard was packing. His cock twitched at the warmth of your hands, precum dripping from the tip.

Deciding to act on what was arguably a bad idea you leaned forward meeting his eyes and licked a stripe up the vein on the bottom of his length, pressing open mouthed kisses to his hot skin. His grip tightened on your hair and kept your head firmly in place. "Finish what you fucking started." He snarled, his knife making an appearance again as he gently dragged it across your throat.

You chose not to test your luck further, reaching up and taking the tip into your mouth. A low growl rumbled from him as he pushed your head forward forcing you to take more of his cock, the tip already touching the back of your throat.

You hollowed your cheeks and started to suck his length, allowing him to guide your head at the pace he wanted. Not that you had much of a choice. Your tongue slid across his skin has he thrusted into your mouth, each time his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Your jaw ached as you were forced to keep your mouth open, the force of his movements proving hard to keep up with.

Each growl and groan that came from him went straight to your core getting you wetter by the second. You didn't know why but the power he held over you was exhilarating. The fear you felt adding to your arousal felt so wrong but you were in too deep to care. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you wanted nothing more than for him to bend you over and fuck your brains out.

As if he read your mind Wesker suddenly pulled out of your mouth, his breathing heavy and his eyes locked on yours. His hair was slightly disheveled, small strands falling into his forehead making him look that much more attractive.

His hand came up to your face, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip making you open your mouth slightly. You ran your tongue along the leather of his glove, eyes not leaving his. He spoke, his tone threatening and dark. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to fucking ruin you."

Uroboros tendrils crawled out from his skin, making their way to your limbs as he stood. You were pulled up into the air by the appendages, legs spread and arms behind your back, another wrapped around your throat keeping you looking forward. Your back was arched and more tendrils made their way to your breasts, grazing over your nipples and squeezing making you moan.

One of Wesker's hands gripped your hip tight enough to bruise as he guided your body to his, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds.

You struggled slightly, a mewl coming from you as you tried to press yourself against him.

"Such a needy slut." He spoke, rubbing his length against you teasingly. "You have been so good, can you keep being a good girl for me?"

You nodded your head, unbearable lust fogging your mind. "I promise I'll be good," Reluctantly you spoke fear creeping up your spine. "Please be gentle?" You looked up at him, eyes pleading.

"Oh sweetheart, don't you know?" he smirked. Wesker didn't give you a second to breathe before he pushed his length into you, bottoming out inside of your cunt, your warm walls spasming around the sudden intrusion. You cried out at the stretch, pain suddenly overtaking you once again even with how wet you were. The tip of his cock pressed against your cervix making you feel entirely too full. "The pain is the best part." He teased, kissing over the bite on your neck.

He pulled his hips back only for him to snap them back up in sync with the uroboros tendrils forcing your hips down onto his cock. You were out of breath and you felt as though you were going to pass out.

Wesker pressed you to the wall behind you as he continued his assault on your trembling form, one hand on your hip and the other wrapping tightly around your throat.

You knew that by now your neck had to be bruised because it felt as though he were crushing your throat, squeezing the air out of you.

"Look at you, taking me so well."

His rough thrusts force your body into the wall behind you and the appendages pull you right back down giving you no room to move yourself. His cock hit your g-spot dead on and you bit your lip holding back a moan as black clouded in and out of your vision.

You had bitten down so hard your lip began to bleed, dripping down onto your neck. You didn't even notice with so many sensations overwhelming your senses, pleasure starting to coil in your abdomen once again and the pain from your injuries blending with it. You couldn't tell the difference anymore. The lack of oxygen was creating sensations that much more intense but you began to feel your consciousness slipping before Wesker's grip lessened allowing you to breathe.

Wesker's lips met yours as he sucked on your bottom lip, teeth digging in to the already torn skin causing more blood to seep from it. It terrified you how often he was indulging in your blood, the monstrous side of the man in front of you becoming more and more apparent. He sank his teeth into another part of your neck leaving another mark in his wake.

You moaned again as you began to feel the tension in you about to snap, your orgasm threatening to pull you over the edge. Your walls squeezed tightly around Wesker's cock making him hiss, the tentacles wrapping tighter around you as he fought to keep control over himself.

One of his hands came up to make small circles on your clit with his thumb, making you cry out, the sensation too much for you to take. "I can't- oh fuck!" You whimpered, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. Wesker pulled his head back to look at you. "Can you come again for me dear? You're doing so good my little slut."

You nodded your head yes and he began to draw faster circles on your clit making your muscles tense and your hands curl into fists. When your second orgasm hit you you blacked out for a couple seconds, your body spasming and your mouth falling open.

Wesker fucked your through your orgasm again, waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. God, he was stretching you so good you thought you would die without this feeling.

You slowly came back to your senses and you began to feel overstimulated as Wesker slowed down but didn't stop. You began to struggle slightly as he pulled you down onto his cock again hitting deep inside of you.

"Fuck! Plea-" You started, on the brink of tears another cry being wrenched from your throat.

"Let's put that mouth of yours to use, hm?" Wesker interrupted you as a tendril pressed itself to your lips.

You closed your mouth and shook your head trying to keep the offending appendage at bay, only for Wesker to growl and squeeze your thigh so hard you thought your leg would snap.

You yelped, giving the tendril the opportunity to slip into your mouth and push down your throat making you gag.

"Such an obedient bitch." He spat, his thrusts not letting up as you choked on the appendage in your mouth, Wesker's thrusts forcing you closer and closer to another orgasm. Just when you thought you were at your limit you felt one of the uroboros tentacles prod at you, attempting to push into you along with Wesker's cock.

You let out a stifled protest, shaking your head frantically. There is no way that was going to fit. He'd kill you. The tentacle in your throat pushed deeper as if to silence you, making you gag again.

The man before you didn't listen as he kissed your forehead, the gesture feeling more like a threat than comfort. "What's the matter sweetheart? Cat got your tongue? You want me to fuck you harder right?"

You felt the tendril push harder, slowly stretching you, your body shaking uncontrollably. You shook your head again, overstimulation making you dizzy and Wesker's thrusts becoming borderline painful.

Suddenly you felt a sharp stretch as the tendril suddenly pushed into you, making waves of pleasure and pain course through you stronger than any time before. You felt entirely too full as Wesker's thrusts and the tendrils movements forced you to scream, the appendage in your mouth pulling out as you coughed and tried to catch your breath.

"P- please take it out!" You whined your body responding against your will, wetness dripping from between your thighs, your cunt squeezing down on the two thick intrusions inside of you, moans spilling from your lips.

Wesker grasped your chin, his hair entirely fallen into his eyes now, a downright predatory look on his face. "This is me taking it easy on you sweetheart. Now take what I give you before I really give you something to cry about."

If you weren't scared before you were scared now. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you almost like he was getting off on your fear. You felt another orgasm start to build in you, the constant assault doing nothing to abate the onslaught of pleasure crashing over you. It felt like you couldn't come up for air, drowning you slowly.

A particularly rough thrust had you crying out, your hands going numb from clenching them into fists. The stretch in your lower half was becoming too much to bear as you felt the slimy appendage rub along your walls in contrast to Wesker's hard cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix.

You felt Wesker's thrusts become almost erratic, quiet groans leaving his lips. His eyes moved to yours, never ceasing to make you feel like prey under a predator's gaze.

You leaned forward acting purely on impulse and you kissed him, your lips gently pressing to his. He grasped the back of your head and returned the kiss his tongue sliding across your lip. You parted your lips allowing him to deepen the kiss as he suddenly pressed his body to yours against the wall, trapping you tightly.

You could feel that he was close, his cock feeling harder as his thrusts became more violent nearly knocking the wind out of you. You felt your cunt tighten involuntarily around him, causing him to hiss against your lips. He pulled away and met your gaze. "Don't you dare look away when you come or I will kill you on the spot. Do you understand?"

You shakily responded, barely able for form words. " Yes- please let me come."

"Then come for me sweetheart." He growled. That was all you needed to finally let go, your body tensing up as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You were completely out of it, your vision going white and your body practically convulsing.

Your moans pushed Wesker over the edge, his own orgasm following quickly after your own. He slammed into you as far as he could go, his cock swelling and shooting ropes of thick cum deep inside of you, filling you completely.

You both slowly came down from your highs, breathing labored and bodies holding tightly to one another. Slowly, he pulled out of you, the uroboros sliding out of you along with him. Come dripped down your thighs and onto the floor below your still suspended legs, making you wonder to yourself if you would be able to close them after this.

Wesker composed himself, re-dressing as the uroboros retracted back into his body, bringing you towards him. He held you in his arms, your muscles sore as you lay practically limp in his hold.

He began to walk with you, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of peace. He could throw you on a hook and you wouldn't even care. You were too exhausted to feel it.

Being as spent as you were you nearly drifted off only to be awoken by the droning call of the hatch, cold air and fog coiling up by your feet making you shiver.

You blinked up at Wesker, his expression not giving any indication of what he was thinking. His eyes met yours and he leaned towards you, pressing a uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. You opened your mouth to question him when he spoke. "Every single part of you belongs to me, you're mine. I will kill anyone who gets in my way." He kneeled down to the hatch and set you on the opening."Until next time dear." He stood and began to walk away, the fog beginning to surround you and pull you into the void.

You woke with a gasp at the bonfire, multiple sets of eyes meeting with yours, warmth enveloping you suddenly.

"What happened?!"

#wesker #x reader #albert wesker #resident evil #biohazard #resident evil 5 #chris redfield #leon kennedy #jill valentine

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burning-thistles-bt · 1 year

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another friendship map! this one of the current (ch.134) apprentice group

SPOILERS! mostly just for one minor plotpoint, which is why i left it in... oh and i guess there’s a more major-ish plotpoint but its a canon plotpoint so eh

characters in some kind of order: Feathercloud, Brackenfur, Cinderpelt, Thornpaw, Brightpaw, Bramblekit, Cliffpaw, Lizardflight, Cloudpaw, Swiftpaw, Tawnykit, Snowkit, Elderpaw, Fernpaw, Tulippaw, Mistlekit, Perchpaw, Ashpaw, Lynxpaw, Dustpelt, Rowanpaw, Lavenderpaw, Reedpaw, Primrosepaw, Swampfur, Turtlepaw, Dawnpaw, Pikepaw, Woodpaw, Blossomtail, Robinpaw, Badgerfang

alright! just like last time, here’s the “main groups” expanded:

Feathercloud’s Friend Group

Cricketheart (sister, deceased), Graystripe (former best friend, former crush), Ravenwing (former mates, crush), Gremlin (distant/former friend), Scraps (distant/former friend), Brackenfur (best friend, crush), Storkpaw (distant friend), Barley (close friend), Airleap (friend), Runningbrook (friend)

Lizardflight’s Friend Group

Cloudpaw (brother), Cliffpaw (adopted sister), Cinderpelt (best friend, crush), Perchpaw (best RiverClan friend), Primrosepaw (friend, crush), Reedpaw (distant friend), Dawnpaw (distant friend), Woodpaw (distant friend), Robinpaw (considers him a friend), Pikepaw (NOT a friend)

Cliffpaw’s Friend Group

Cloudpaw (adopted brother), Lizardflight (adopted sister), Storm (adopted brother), Night (adopted sister, not close), Oat (adopted brother, not close), Elderpaw (best friend), Fernpaw (friend)

Night’s Friend Group (not on tree)

Storm (brother, former best friend), Cloudpaw (brother, annoyance), Cliffpaw (adopted sister, more tolerable annoyance), Oat (brother), Scourge (mentor, close), Claw (mentor), Gremlin (close friend), Scraps (best friend, crush)

Lynxpaw’s Friend Group

Swiftpaw (brother), Longtail (half-brother), Cherryfur (half-sister, not close), Bramblekit (half-brother, not close), Tawnykit (half-sister, not close), Dustpelt (one-sided best friend, crush), Swampfur (close friend)

notes: Lynxpaw hangs out with Swiftpaw’s friends too, but would consider herself “not really their friend” (she’s a “fake friend” type basically. Swift, Dust, and Swamp are the only ones she cares about)

Swiftpaw’s Friend Group

Lynxpaw (sister), Longtail (half-brother, mentor), Cherryfur (half-sister), Bramblekit (half-brother), Tawnykit (half-sister), Dustpelt (friend), Brightpaw (best friend), Ashpaw (close friend), Tulipaw (friend), Thornpaw (distant friend), Fernpaw (distant friend), Swampfur (mate)

Dustpelt’s Friend Group

Ravenwing (brother, not close), Frostfur (sister, formerly close starting to drift), Brindleface (sister), Longtail (half-brother, best friend), Cherryfur (half-sister, not close), Lynxpaw (former best friend, still close friend), Swiftpaw (friend), Darkstripe (mentor, best friend), Ashpaw (apprentice), Fernpaw (friend, crush), Fireheart (growing respect)

Tawnykit’s (future) Friend Group

Bramblekit (brother), Swiftpaw (half-brother), Lynxpaw (half-sister, not close), Mistlekit (best friend), Snowkit (close friend), Sorrelkit (friend), Sootkit (friend), Rainkit (friend), Elderpaw (distant friend), Fernpaw (distant friend), Lavenderpaw (close friend), Turtlepaw (close friend), Rowanpaw (friend, crush)

She will also possibly be friends with: Rumblepaw, Quietpaw, Cedarpaw, Nightpaw, Wildpaw, Snakekit, Smokekit, Aspenkit, Fangkit

Robinpaw’s Friend Group

Dawnpaw (sister), Woodpaw (brother), Primrosepaw (former close friend, now distant), Perchpaw (close friend, trying to make distant), Reedpaw (former friend, now one-sided rivalry/hatred), Pikepaw (best friend, but not overly close), Lizardflight (hates, crush), Featherkit (jealous), Stormkit (future friend)

notes: Dawnpaw and Woodpaw are a “trouble duo” that stick together at the hip, which often leaves Robinpaw feeling left out. Dawnpaw has a very “silly” personality (hopeless romantic in a tame way, enjoys life for what it is, jokester) and Woodpaw is more mellow/duller (not the brightest bulb but also enjoys life for what it is). Dawnpaw and Woodpaw are both still prone to prejudice (ex.: against Lizardflight), though, like Robinpaw

Badgerfang’s Friend Group

Blossomtail (best friend, mate), Swampfur (friend), Oakfur (distant friend), Applefur (former friend, deceased), Littlecloud (friend)

notes: Badgerfang is very out-going and so is his mate, Blossomtail. The two of them are friends with most every cat in the clan, especially those of the younger generation (ex.: their app-group like Wetfoot, current apprentices like Turtlepaw, or in other clans, like Ravenwing, who Badgerfang met once but thought was cool/nice, or Gorsepaw as well)

Swampfur’s Friend Group

Blossomtail (brother), Oakfur (brother), Applefur (sister, deceased), Badgerfang (friend, growing distant), Lynxpaw (close friend), Swiftpaw (mate)

notes: Swampfur has always had an interest in the cats outside of her clan and their lifestyles, and finds it easier/more interesting to be friends with cats not from her clan (including that of Tigerclaw’s followers). This has also caused her to grow less closer to her family/formerly close friends, due to the secrets she keeps.

Oakfur’s Friend Group (not on tree)

Blossomtail (brother), Swampfur (sister), Applefur (sister, close, deceased), Badgerfang (distant friend), Littlecloud (best friend), Wetfoot (friend), Brownclaw (friend)

notes: Oakfur had been very close with Applefur until she left the clan (then died). He has always been more distant from his family (ex.: Blossomtail, Swampfur, Dawncloud, Copperleaf - of which he is closest to Swampfur) and more willing to get to know Finchflight. He gets along better with the “bad crowd,” and often hangs with Tigerclaw’s followers

Other Friend Groups

WindClan’s Youngest Generation: Gorsepaw, Storkpaw, Quailpaw, Tawnykit II, Robinkit II, Rushkit

(Storkpaw has friends outside the clans, also close to her mentor’s friend group)

ShadowClan’s Youngest Generation: Turtlepaw, Rubblepaw, Quietpaw, Rowanpaw, Lavenderpaw, Cedarpaw, Nightpaw (formerly Niko), Wildpaw (formerly Wild), Aspenkit, Fangkit, Smokekit, Snakekit

(Turtlepaw is friends with Badgerfang’s friend group; Rowanpaw is more of a loner while Lavenderpaw is welcoming to the newcomers/younger cats)

Bubbles’s Situation: She is growing closer to Tallpoppy over time, and would so far only consider her a friend/ally.

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idontknowijuststartedsomething · 4 months

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Idk if anyone cares but here my thoughts on Hazbin episode one

(This isn’t really like thought out too much cuz I just finished watching it)

-the worst part was the pacing

-the songs didn’t fell built up to I was just like oh they’re singing again now what. Felt like they just started singing out of no where or just because

-Adam had the best song of that episode

-Charlie got holographic meatloafed lol

-I like that Al doesn’t really show up on video. It makes him feel more demonic than the rest and goes with his radio stuff it’s a neat idea.

-vaggies outfit in the second commercial is nice even thou we only see if for two seconds

-I think lute is gonna be really interesting like I want to see where they go with her but her one line to Charlie about the pardon and how little she matters just felt so awkwardly written. Like I think I get what they were going for, I think she was saying that Charlie and the hellborns are so little of a threat that they don’t even bother killing them, but the sentiment just did not flow. It felt like two different sentences got cut up and stapled together. Like the second half of the sentence had nothing to do with what was said in the first half. Idk why it’s just really bothering me.

-some of the shot choices just confused me. Especially in the beginning when Charlie and vaggie are watching the commercial. There’s like five differently framed two shots of them just sitting on the couch(not counting the closeups to just one of them). And like, the differences in the shots don’t mean anything?? Do they?? Some of them are so minor I’m like why didn’t you just shot reverse shot with them and Al with some inserts of closeups.

-I’ve already made my peace with the insane camera movement in Charlie’s song,especial when they’re still in the hotel. It just doesn’t feel like the shots or backgrounds flow together. Idk. Could be just me I am not a background person and I am barley a storyboarder.

-I don’t like how they gave the away so early kind of watch the heaven characters are like. I’m sure we’ll meet others that are different and get more of a fuller picture, but I do not think it was a good decision that the first heaven character(first impression besides the opening) acts like exactly like the other characters for hell. Like, dude, shouldn’t he contrast or something. To make heaven feel distinct enough. There a way to make Adam an asshole without making his character and vocabulary just, like, worse blitzo. Or that they have away that the angels have ulterior motives in episode one. Like maybe wait a few episodes geez.

-overall, s’ok I guess. Don’t know if I’ll keep watching thou.

#hazbin hotel

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meh-kris · 1 year

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Oh shit about my introduction lolz

Hi! I am meh-kris! I am an artist but very amateur. I accept drawing requests and questions.! And I am a minor too. My socials are luz_ingmymarbles on insta, tobot/cheese man on spotify, moii rennie on pintrest and Moii on Yt!!

Fandom i am in

-Wordgirl

-Epithet Erased

-Yandere Simulator

-Brawl Stars

-Amphibia

-The Owl House

- Pucca

- Omori

- Genshin Impact

Camp Camp

And many more pff

U can call me ren, kris or meh ig. I go by she/any!! ^_^( ruby is used sometimes)

Bi, demigirl, Sapphic and asexual!! My favorite characters are LRW, Tobey,Violet,Rose , Victoria, Two Brains and Miss question from wordgirl!

My faves are molly, Giovanni, bonsai blasters, sylvie basically everyone lol (except for Molly's dad) from epithet

In yansim I like kumi, toga, hazu, othiko, oka,amai, yanchan, megami, saki, ajia, tokuko, riku, kokona, shin, aoi, shiromi, geiju, Maka, miyuji, budo, kaga, yaku, horo, kashiko, kokoro, himari and mantaro!

In brawl stars I like gus, bibi, jessie, pam, nita, bonnie, janet, mr p, sandy, piper, Rico, Darryl, rosa, barley, poco, stu, 8bit and dynamike!

from omori i love basil (he is my scrunkly) the whole gang too ofc and space bf!!!

TOH everyone, Amphibi everyone sjaiwowkdm

from camp camp i like nerris, harrison, preston and nikki!

Okay bye and uhh heres a kewl pic of sylvie

Also DNI basic criteria, homphobes, proshippers, anti neos, toxic people etc.

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cdmagic1408 · 2 years

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Onward Fan Art Shout Out - 10

Theme: The Ensemble Cast!

And now, for the 10th ever post of this fan art-sharing series, I give you: art of the Onward ensemble cast!

I'd love to give a hand to all these artists who managed to incorporate at least 5 different characters from this epic movie and put them into all these artworks! Drawing a lot of different characters and finding room for each of them in a single piece is definitely no easy feat for some, so I admire these guys for drawing more than just Ian and/or Barley and for taking the time to capture the whole world of Onward!

So here are 8 pieces featuring several members of the Onward cast drawn in different art styles!

Artists

denarmen - this piece actually came from a magazine but I couldn't resist sharing it cause I really love it! I love the style, the colors, and that they included some very minor characters you don't often see in onward promo material such as the waitress from the Manticore's Tavern and one of Ian's friends

felipegoularts_a113 - this one's very cute! and idk why but the pixie dusters and Guinevere at the bottom being all center stage with that light fog around them has me think they're about to put on a dance number or something lol it's awesome!

ozigimuch - I really like how this one captures different moments from the film at once from Ian casting the Arcane Lightning to Guinevere driving off, and I wanna say the bottom left corner is Wilden underwater pressing on the tile that saves the boys from drowning!

kellyb.artistry - I love the idea of these guys being on a film strip! it definitely gives off a cinematic vibe! especially since this group of characters in particular is considered the main cast of the movie

erwin.widmer - this poster is both EPIC and BEAUTIFUL!! there's just so much detail and complexity here! everyone looks awesome! also just wanna say Guinevere looks like a GODDESS

miss.smith.draws814 - I'm reminded of those film posters which just have the character's heads on them when I look at this drawing. also facial expressions are my favorite thing when it comes to character art, whether that's drawing it or looking at another work, and I really like the expressions done here!

kimagure_illustration - I love how this piece just pops with color and line art! and that the inanimate objects—Guinevere, the raven statue, and the Curse Dragon—are all treated as characters too! because they really should be and are meant to be treated as such!

syo__syo__a113 - I really enjoy the black and white aesthetic of this one! And how full-on anime style it is!

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leafpool-loves-ashfur · 1 year

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I posted 45 times in 2022

35 posts created (78%)

10 posts reblogged (22%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@firealder2005

@alollinglaughingcat

@burning-thistles-bt

@meadowfoxglen

@vadvivon

I tagged 44 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#warrior cats - 24 posts

#burning thistles - 24 posts

#burning thistles au - 22 posts

#warriors - 16 posts

#warriors au - 14 posts

#warriors generations - 12 posts

#warrior cats au - 12 posts

#fireheart - 9 posts

#lgbtq+ character - 9 posts

#lgbtq+ - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#honestly fire is always so supportive of his sibs. oh ur dating a kittypet? cool. oh you left for shadowclan? cool. oh u want to commit murd

My Top Posts in 2022:

bi power couple

Firestar and Sandstorm are both bisexual in Burning Thistles! and in canon probably lol

their relationship in BT is slightly different - not filled with as much initial hatred since Firekit was clanborn, but that doesn’t mean there’s not any tension between them in the early days, considering Auntie Frostfur liked to fill Sandpaw’s ears with whispers of Firepaw’s parentage

they’re very much in that “oh my StarClan you guys are basically already mates just ask each other out!!” phase in BT currently lol

also i think it’s funny that Sandstorm is friends with Creekflower (mostly bcus she’s friends with Fireheart and Cherryfur) even tho she thinks Creek is a traitor/stupid for getting with a kittypet (also think it’s funny if Sand had a brief crush on Creek too lmao)

16 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

did anyone ask for Evil Frostfur? No? Well take it bcus I’m obsessed with her.

Yes this is from @firealder2005 and I’s Burning Thistles AU once more (I’m also obsessed with it). well, technically this event doesn’t exactly happen as seen in the video (it’s more exaggerated here, also the collar is more symbolic than a real object Frostfur got her paws on)

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18 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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gosh ngl Feathercloud from @firealder2005 and I’s fic Burning Thistles is by far my favorite character to not only write but to just... his personality, his story, his hardships, his family, his lovelife... I love it all sm i swear, and he’s not even a main character even vsjfsdkfjs but my love for him makes him one <3

Featherkit is one of Runningwind and Dappletail’s canonical kits- the deaf tom-kit who ‘wandered away’, but in BT he is Runningwind and Redtail’s son with Dappletail being his surrogate mother, born alongside his sister Crickekit :)

the amount of angst and fluff i can shove into this boy is incomprehensible

20 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

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video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MQvzd65jKY&ab_channel=LollingCatto

24 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

why did i do this to myself

yep its a Burning Thistles Friendship Map as of Chapter 101! ...well, and a few spoilers, technically, but shhhhh. they’re minor anyway lol. i made sure not to do the big spoilery ones ;)

betcha cant identify every character here lol (i feel any avid BT fan could name 31/32 of them, bcus that 32nd one is a curveball whose only been important in like... 1/101 chapters. and prob only mentioned in.... 5/101?)

anyway here’s all the names, have fun putting them to faces: Fireheart, Sandstorm, Cherryfur, Creekflower, Oliver, Airleap, Morningflower, Onewhisker, Copperleaf, Dawncloud, Grasswhisker, Silverstream, Lightningfur, Mousefur, Runningwind, Darkstripe, Longtail, Dustpelt, Ravenpaw, Barley, Runningbrook, Ashheart, Cinderfur, Tallpoppy, Mistyfoot, Graystripe, Gremlin, Brackenfur, Feathercloud, Cricketheart, Scraps.

so there are also a lot more characters in this “friend group” but i tried to only hit the major ones. but just to have the full scope here, I’m gonna list every main-main character’s friend group. this means NOT including kin, so no sibs/parents/niblings

Fireheart’s: Runningwind (BFF), Darkstripe (ex-BFF/brother-figure, still wants to be friends w/), Sandstorm (crush), Cherryfur (friend through his sis Creekflower), Graystripe (apprentice), Cinderpelt (apprentice), Brackenfur (apprentice), Oliver (through Creekflower), Mistyfoot (apprenticehood friends), Stonefur (apphood friends, not as strong as Misty’s), Cinderfur (apphood friends), Onewhisker (apphood friends)

Creekflower’s: Cherryfur (BFF), Sandstorm (frenemies through Cherryfur/Fireheart, who are both friends w/ her), Brindleface (queen friends), Runningwind (through Fireheart), Longtail (mutual hatred; through Cherryfur) Mousefur (through Sandstorm), Oliver (mates), Oliver’s kittypet friends (through Oliver)

Lightningfur’s: Silverstream (BFF), Mousefur (ex-BFF, no longer friends), Rippleclaw (supporter), Sedgecreek (Sedge has a crush on her; she hates Sedge), Beetlenose (supporter), Mallowtail (supporter), Grasswhisker (thinks Grass is annoying but also Grass is her step-mom technically), Vixenleap (supporter/through Grasswhisker), Shadepelt (supporter), Greenflower (supporter), Mistyfoot (through Silverstream) .... (really Lightningfur has no friends at this point since Silverstream’s death)

Airleap’s: Morningflower (platonically raised kits together; his first WC friend), Onewhisker (friend; One probably thinks of Airleap as his closest friend), Ashfoot (friend), Deadfoot (friend), Runningbrook (friend), Whitetail (friend), Ravenpaw (mentorly towards him), Barley (through Ravenpaw), Sandstorm (from the mission/through Fireheart; he doesn’t think they’re friends but Sand feels defensive over him bcus of what happened), Tallpoppy (same reason as Sandstorm), Cinderfur (same reason as Sand and Tall but less so)

Copperleaf’s: Dawncloud (QPR mate/BFF), Cinderfur (BFF), Ashheart (friend), Tallpoppy (friend/Dawn’s BFF), Whitethroat (through Tallpoppy), Wetfoot (through Tallpoppy), Badgerfang (son-in-law/mutual respect), Flintfang (mutual respect), Fernshade (mutual respect)

Darkstripe’s: Fireheart (ex-BFF/brother-figure, still wants to be friends w/), Runningwind (ex-friends/kinda still friends but distant), Cherryfur (mutual hatred), Longtail (apprentice), Dustpelt (apprentice), Tigerclaw (idol), Onewhisker (apphood friends that grew apart)

Feathercloud’s: Graystripe (kithood friends that grew apart), Ravenpaw (ex-mate/crush), Brackenfur (BFF/crush), Gremlin (from mission), Scraps (from mission), Barley (through Ravenpaw), other WC cats (through Ravenpaw)

Spottedleaf’s: Yellowfang (most trusted), Mudfur (sympathetic to her), Bluestar (admirance; now weakening), Brindleface (rekindling friendship), Frostfur (formerly; crush), Tigerclaw (only slightly; formerly), Whitestorm (kinda awkward friends now)

Frostfur’s: Willowpelt (formerly), Spottedleaf (formerly), Redtail (formerly), Whitestorm (formerly/strained politeness on Whitestorm’s end), Tigerclaw (reluctantly/formerly), Speckletail (BFF; starting to strain)

also everyone hates Grasswhisker and its... kinda sad. like, hello, she’s a victim... yeah she’s been really mean, but truly it’s been out of fear and desperation for Thistlestar to love her and only her just like she loveslovesloves him (why can’t he just love her? why isnt she good enough? her mind cries). like Airleap was the only one who was like “Hey wait a minute-” (and now everyone hates her bcus she was mean to Airleap... by blaming him for murder)

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Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here!

A/N: not superhero themed. I just read midnight sun and had this idea and I don’t feel like making another blog so.... hope you like twilight lol

There will be a part two, and just a reminder, I’m still looking for beta readers so DM if you’re interested!

* It probably starts with you reading midnight sun, you remember reading the books/watching the movies when you were younger.

* Man, you really forgot how bad this book was. The writing itself is good, but the plot...

* It’s like everything revolves around Bella, everything is created for her.

* You almost feel bad for the other characters

* Well, whatever, you’ll finish the rest of the book tomorrow and never think about that awful franchise again.

* When you wake up you feel an ache in your head. But you didn’t drink last night, maybe you’re dehydrated

* You shift, noting the smooth silk of the covers. Now you’re alarmed.

* You don’t have silk sheets

* You see a mirror in the corner of the room, and rush over

* The face that looks back at you is different then yours

* It’s the same in some ways, but different all the same

* The curve of your nose is slightly off, your lips are thinner, eyes a little closer together.

* The memories begin to flood in, in this world you were on a graduation trip with your parents, you got an all inclusive package. Three days of sightseeing in Volterra.

* You got sick on the last day, when you were signed for a tour of the castle, your parents went without you

* That was the last you saw of them

* You dumbly followed, asking question where you shouldn’t. And ended up at the volturi’s door

* Aro had grasped your hand to see how much you knew, only too see nothing. Likewise Jane’s powers did not work as well

* They were astounded by this, it appears this was several years before Bella was introduced to the story

* And so, you became a prisoner of the tower

* Your soul must have been in this body for quite some time, but you’ve only remembered now, that’s the only explanation for why their powers didn’t work on you. Your consciousness is not of this world.

* There’s a short knock on your door

* “Are you decent?”

* You call back and Alec pops his head in.

* “Ready to go to the library?”

* He looks so kind. The boyish grin that stretched across his face as you shook your head.

* It was in direct contrast to the sadistic personality you had become accustomed to in the books

* “I need a few more minutes”

* You half expect him to lash out at you for being slow. By he only nods, closing the door and waiting outside for you to finish.

* He was you friend. You realized

* He IS your friend

* You think back as you turn on the faucet. He didn’t like you at first, being assigned to guard a human was insulting

* But he started to warm up to you once he heard you play the piano

* This body was quite used to the ivory keys. And so you charmed him as best you could, half for your survival, because the happier you kept him the less likely he was to kill you.

* And half because- you were so lonely, the Loneliness echoed in this body like an ache. Suddenly an orphan, in a continent where you knew no one. All you had was this boy.

* How long have you been here? You kept a talley at one point, but abandoned it after the thirtieth day. What was the point? You would either die or become one of them

* A shiver erupts through at the thought, in your past life you were a vegetarian, you didn’t relish in the idea of killing something alive and moving.

* You pull on a sweatshirt, ripping of the chanel tag. They bought you the nicest things money could buy, the most lavish food you could have.

* They did the same thing with the tourists they lured, keeping them happy and well fed, the same way the cows that became wagyu beef might be cared for. That way when it came time to slaughter, the meal was that much more delicious.

* You suspected this was similar, that should you be an unnecessary addition, you would make a meal suitable for their palette

* Alec basically talks your ear off the entire way to the Volturi library, mostly about literature

* “What are your thoughts on Anna Kerenina?”

* “That the patriarchy needs to be burned to the ground.”

* “That is.... valid”

* He even talks when you’re at the library, much to the annoyance of a few of the other patrons

* “Which book are you looking for now?”

* You stop mid motion on the ladder and turn to look at him. His ruby eyes glowing, he looks bloated. Like he’s fed too much.

* “Alec, why are we friends?”

* You really should keep your mouth shut. Alec was the only real ally you had, you shouldn’t say anything that might put him off

* And yet, it unnerved you, because the Alec in front of you was a very different character then the one you had come to see.

* He looks at you like you hung the moon,

* “Because you’re the most interesting human in the world”

* You burst out laughing, earning several glares.

* “I-I’m sorry Alec, but I’m not, I’m just the most interesting human you KNOW, there’s way more people who are more interesting than me.”

* You expect to see him offended, and he does, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes

* “I’m not so sure about that”

* The days creep by, reading books, eating snacks, it’s nice

* You learn, that Alec hasn’t talked to a human in a very long time. Outside of the screams he heard after devouring one.

* He hasn’t been outside the castle walls in many years, possibly a century.

* “What’s the best part of the human world?” He asked you once

* It’s the 90’s, so smartphones haven’t been invented yet.

* “One tree hill and friends”

* “Well you have a friend right here”

* “No friends the show”

* “The what?”

* And that’s how you got Alec hooked onto cable television

* Who knew the cure to vampire- sadism was a healthy dose of Jennifer Aniston fumbling about on screen

* “Is this what life is like?”

* You shrug, it was what college had been like for you in your past life.

* “It’s kinda what schools like, but i never got to be on my own”

* This body was only 18 after all.

* Alec doesn’t say anything, but his expression falters

* Alec’s only now starting to understand the life you will be denied once Aro decides when to turn you

* Jane joins later

* One day when you and Alec are lazing around the library when she appears, she says nothing, just sits down next to Alec and reads a book

* You’re sure they hear the uneven thumping of your heart as you turn back to your book. Her power doesn’t work on you, you remind yourself

* Not that she even needs it, she could snap you apart like a Kit Kat bar

* And if it came down to it, you’re sure Alec would let her, he might like you but his loyalty’s always remained with his sister

* “So... you watch human television together?” Her bright red eyes flickered from Alec to you.

* You nodded, never sure what exactly it was that would set Jane off

* You had seen enough in the books to know her moods were compatible at best.

* “I would...like to join” she awkwardly looking away, and you were sure if she could, she would be blushing.

* Honestly it’s kind of cute.

* “Sure, the more the merrier”

* And that’s how you basically adopted the sadist twins

* It’s a little harder to get Jane to open up, but once you make a comment about how Phoebe was the best character in friends, she starts to open up

* “Humans are cruel, even when they’re kind it’s only because they want something from you.”

* “Is that what you think about me? That I’m only nice to you because I want something?” she meets your eyes for a few minutes before turning away

* “I’m not sure”

* You understand very gradually why they’re so twisted

* They’d been treated terribly during their human life, in every kind act lingered a dark shadow, in even minor misunderstanding the image of a monster

* Their centuries in the Volturi didn’t help. Under Aro’s ruthless tutelage, and Caius’s sadistic tendencies, They had no one they could trust but each other.

* They were only surviving just as you were

* “Sometimes I wonder how much of my loyalty is real, and how much of it is Chelsea.” She whispers one day, so quietly you barley hear it

* You rest your hand on hers, it’s the only comfort you could think to offer

* When Jane grasps your hand in hers, she breaks every bone in your hand

* She doesn’t understand the pained screams or your mangled hand fit a second, and then she realizes what she did

* Alarmed she carries you halfway around the castle screeching for someone to help

* You pass out from the pain, when you come to you’re in your bed, a very cold hand holding your own

* “How are you feeling?” You don’t recognize this vampire, but you don’t really know anyone outside of Alec and Jane.

* You feel light headed, a warm feeling washing over you, you must be on some strong drugs

* “My body’s still grieving, but my mind is sharp.”

* It’s incoherent at best, but there’s truth to it, your body is still grieving for your parents and the life you’ve lost, but your otherworldly mind is ten steps ahead, cross referencing every action.

* The man offers a short chuckle

* “You really did a number on your hand. I’ve done what I can but...”

* You look down to your hand, half surprised by the bright yellow cast encasing it

* You had figured you would wake up to be a vampire, it just made sense, these were unfamiliar human aches to them after all and vampirism was a simple and effective cure

* They must want something from you, if they’re keeping you human

* You suspect it’s something along the lines of how they waited until Jane and Alec were burning at the stake to save them, so their power would be that much more potent

* Maybe they’re doing the opposite with you, trying to make you as happy as possible to see what effect it has on your ability

* It’s too bad you don’t have one

* “Thank you for your hard work.” You mumble, being human for a little bit longer is well worth the pain.

* “How did you break your hand?”

* “I held Janes’ hand”

* Your doctor let’s out a short laugh

* “That sounds about right”

* You smile, it does sound right, of course you would break your hand that way

* The conversation flows naturally after that, you talk about all sorts of things

* “You think vampires have souls?” He quirks an eyebrow

* “I’m of the opinion that a soul is something you create through hardship and struggle, being able to live longer means that you have more opportunities to have the experiences that result in a soul”

* “That’s an intriguing notion, I wish I had brought my son with me.”

* You’re about to ask about his son, when you’re interrupted by the door swimming open

* “I heard you were awake, are you alright?” Alec rushes in, his eyes frantic

* “Yeah these drugs are top notch” you press the button that releases the pain killers and let out a giggle

* “Is that alright? Humans are awfully sensitive.” Jane pipes up from behind Alec, you hadn’t noticed her in your haze.

* Your doctor chuckles

* “I’m aware,” he’s smiling but it’s strained

* “What’s wrong?” You ask, he was so calm until a second ago, he doesn’t answer you

* “I’ll give you three a moment.”

* You only register he’s gone when you hear the door close

* The twins rush over to you, Jane is kneeled by your side, while Alec hovers over you

* “I-I’m sorry I hurt you, I forgot-I didn’t remember.” You we’re sure Jane would be crying if she could

* “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” You raise your cast encased hand and give her a gentle pat on the head. “From now on, physical signs of affection will just be one sided.” You joke, which makes Jane grin

* “I’ll practice with some animals before I try touching you again”

* The three of you chat for a bit, they’re both surprised by your cast and ask several questions about its “primary function”

* “I didn’t know there was a doctor here” you murmur, feeling drowsy

* “Carlisle’s not with the Volturi, he’s from another coven in the new world.”

* Your drowsiness flies away in a second

* “That was Carlisle?”

* Jane looks somewhat confused but nods.

* A flutter of hope erupts in your chest, it’s so strong even your grief stricken body feels it

* You might have a chance. It’s slim, Carlisle has a family he loves and needs to protect. But still, they were strangers once too. No different than you.

* It’s a way out of here

* The next few days follow in a drugged haze, Alec and Jane visit every so often, and Carlisle engages you in occasional conversation while checking progress on your hand

* “Why are your eyes gold?” You know, but well, you need him to believe the lie

* “It’s a bit of a long story” he says with a wary smile.

* “I’m not going anywhere”

* He sighs, a genuine smile encompassing his face as he recounts the tale.

* Even though you’ve already heard it all before, it still makes you cry

* Even in the haze, you know something’s.... off

* There’s something about the way Alec won’t meet your eyes when he talks to you, and the uneasy weight that lingers in the air whenever someone else is in the room

* On the third day, it’s Aro who visits you, Alec and Carlisle in tow behind him.

* “Oh my, all that internal bleeding, how awful”

* Even you can feel the insincerity, but it’s the first you heard about internal bleeding

* So that explains it, the drugs and the aches all along your body, it wasn’t just your hand, you were dying

* “Don’t worry, we’ll save you” Aro’s smile is cruel “won’t we Alec?”

* Alec looks afraid, almost pained, but he nods

* Ah, so this was punishment for Alec too. Until that moment, when Jane broke your hand, Aro must have been ignorant to how close the three of you had gotten.

* You close your eyes, you knew this would happen eventually. There were only two ending to this story, and it seemed one had finally been picked

* You feel a pinch on your neck, right above your collar bone, no worse than a flue shot.

* You wait for the pain, the vivid screams you remember from the books and movies, but it never comes.

* Instead it’s just a warm numbness that spreads across your neck and left shoulder.

* “It doesn’t hurt” you murmur, you feel a cold hand rest against your forehead, Alex’s hand.

* It’s so gentle, he must have practiced on some animals first, you think.

* “No the pain comes later.”

* And so you drift into inky black unconsciousness, the last sleep of your human life in this world.

* You dream that you’re sitting at the bottom of a tree, a fig tree, like the one Sylvia Plath wrote about

* Each fig a different path, half of them have already fallen off, dark, as they rot at your feet

* “How do you do it?”

* You look to your side and find the person who’s face you see in the mirror, they’re hugging their knees to their chest, dark circles under their eyes

* “How do I do what?” You ask, they bite their lip

* “How can you be so strong when you’ve just lost everything?”

* You see their eyes brim with tears, and you look away, to the tree that looks over you both

* “I don’t know” It’s the truth, you have an unfair advantage in this world, because you know all the secrets each person carries, while yours remain shrouded in darkness. And yet... it’s not why you persevere

* “All I do know, is that I want to give them hell”

* Your counterpart grins at that, and to your surprise, you feel a smile stretch out across your face

* Yeah, it’s not about power, you just want raise some hell in this backwards misogynistic world.

* “I guess that’s the one you’re picking then huh?” Your counterpart points to a fig, it’s on the tallest branch of the tree, so far out of reach it almost seems unobtainable

* But you only nod

* “Yeah, I think that’s the way I’m going to go”

* They look at you and smile.

* “If you ever get the chance, I hope you punch that jerk Aro right in the face”

* You laugh.

* When you finally awake, you’re still laughing. A smile etched onto your face.

* Everyone’s there, all looking at you with concerned glances.

* Yeah, you’re going to have a lot of fun in this world.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight headcanon #Volturi headcanon #Alec imagine #edward cullen imagine #carlisle cullen #superhero--imagines

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I’ve already made my own post about how utterly frustrated I am with how Vivzie wrote and designed Alastor and then had another chance to redesign, and then fumbled the bag again.

I’m glad that there’s some people who are unapologetically open about how often she mishandles her BIPOC and queer characters (thought I was alone out here for a second) because the (minority) of most fans who disagree, usually do so in fine print partly because it’s like walking on eggshells doing so.

Like seriously, most of the fandom on twitter has got to be some of the biggest dick riders I’ve seen, you’d think they’re getting paid instead of Vivz.

I love the concepts and characters and do draw fanart for it but as far as [mainly financial] support goes. no. These characters and concepts slap when I pretend they aren’t written and designed by Vivz

When it comes to Alastor, EXACTLY! That’s why my post was so long and ranty when I was talking about his “redesign” because like you said, she had the chance to change his OBVIOUS problems but didn’t do shit. It really irked me, especially how she had the opportunity to finally use some more color variety since he was too red but again, she didn’t do anything, and thanks to her, he’ll probably melt in the backgrounds unless these artists working on the team know how to use colors but I doubt it. Oh, and now CHARLIE’S all red thanks to her, when she was literally fine before in my opinion. She looks too similar to Al, and now she’ll barley stand out. 😑

And yeah, I’m glad people are realizing she isn’t the best at writing LGBTQ+ characters. Charlie and Vaggie were literally afterthoughts and only existed in the story because Viv’s friends thought they were cute, Vaggie is a lesbian and yet Viv decided to keep her joke of a name, her two openly gay characters Angel and Stolas just spout sex jokes all the time like stereotypes, Blitz is used for gay banter as well, Sallie May just feels like an afterthought for brownie points, all I can say is trust me, there’s BETTER LGBTQ+ rep out there people. 😬

When it comes to the Twitter people, holy HELL yeah. It’s not just Twitter, it’s YouTube as well (cough Saberspark.) I don’t have a problem with people genuinely liking the shows, but Christ are some fans SO blind with their head up their asses. It’s sad too, I’ve come across channels who actually criticize media, but suddenly when it comes to Hazbin and Helluva boss, they’re biased and say it’s the best and phenomenally written without giving a lick of genuine criticism whatsoever. I can’t say what anyone else hasn’t already said about this, some of these people need to wake up because Viv at BEST is a mediocre writer who needs to improve. Her storytelling skills are zero, she’ll SAY something about a character without properly conveying it, she relies on edgy dialogue and curse words instead of actual jokes, I could write a library on the issues as a writer she has, (which is why this blog mainly exists lol) and the fandom just constantly sucking up to her isn’t helping at ALL. How is she supposed to improve if everyone keeps saying she’s perfect? Literally the main thing a critic should know is no matter HOW good a story is.......it can always.....ALWAYS be BETTER. There’s always room to improve no matter WHAT. That’s why I was so happy to find a few videos who DO actually critique her shows (I made the playlist post for Hazbin and I’ll do it for helluva soon) without blindly asskissing it.

And lastly, yeah, again it’s sad. I’m interested in Hazbin, I think the show has SO SO much potential to be something truly amazing, I love how it’s about redemption for people who are already gone, and I love the character concepts. There’s obviously a way this could all WORK, it’s just...Viv that’s ruining it so far. I’ve seen so many fan comics, songs, fanart, fanfics, SO many good ideas by fans that are 10x better than Viv’s. I know I’m sounding petty but I just want her to improve, and if she can’t, I hope there will be OTHER writers on the team for this show once it comes out, writers who are PROFESSIONAL, who know how to handle certain topics, writers who know what they’re doing instead of dicking around because vivzie ain’t it. I hate how everyone acts like she’s this goddess who doesn’t need criticism whatsoever because her animation and colors look so pretty and was able to make this indie show. People say she’s either perfect or use the excuse that she’s indie (which yeah apparently excuses that no it doesn’t) and fans need to wake up and start realizing that she’s not perfect and needs some work.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #anti vivziepop #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #hazbin hotel #helluva boss critical #helluva boss #answer #reply #response #my answer #my reply #my response #my rants #helluva boss criticism #Hazbin hotel criticism

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Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Friede, Murdock, Orla appears fairly often too Minor part: Ludlow, Liko, Roy, Mollie Mentioned: Dot

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Airfryshipping

Summary:

How did Friede and Murdock met and how did the cook end up joining the RVTs? Liko was asking herself the same questions and so she confronted those two when they all had a little snack break together. I also emphasized them slowly falling in love with each other through out the story to have a smooth transition to the weeding proposal fanfic I already wrote. But they didn't fully grasped that feeling yet <3

It was a beautiful, sunny day and the Brave Asagi flew smoothly through the sky. A few days ago the ship was docking near the Wild Area of Galar where the Rising Volt Tacklers had enjoyed some delicious curry together made in a group effort by Liko, Roy and Dot. Murdock was busy in the kitchen preparing some snacks for everyone, deeply lost in thoughts. He let the events from their little trip to the wild area unfold once again in his mind. It made his heart sing, not only was it the first ever curry his niece had, but also the first time she actually joined them eating a meal together, after what felt like a eternity...he honestly can't even remember when the last time actually was. While musing about all this he felt a sudden saddness growing inside...he was so thankful that Dot found two precious friends with Liko and Roy, especially Liko managed to understand his little sister's precious girl he is looking after, slightly questioning himself wondering what he might lack to understand his nieces true feelings like Liko had succeeded in doing. "I probably just annoy her most of the time...no wonder...I keep pestering her with my silly questions...adults sure are bothering huh?" after letting out a deep sigh he continued his task.

"Talking to yourself?" Murdock was torn out of his thoughts but wasn't startled. He peeked into the direction of the familiar voice to find Friede leaning against the doorframe with a snippish grin. "And you seem to have forgotten how to properly knock at the door before coming in." the cook teasingly replied to him with a playful voice. "What are you talking about? I did knock! Where you daydreaming or something?" the professor let out a small chuckle when he saw Murdocks face turning into a grimace. "Huh?! You did?" Silence briefly draped over the pair for a moment. But before Friede could say anything in return, a plate with freshly made cookies were shoved into his hands "How about helping me out if you are already here?" rather baffled Friede was almost taken in by the pleasant smell. "Hey don't change the subject!" Friede exclaimed. "I don't know what you mean." Murdock contered delightful while taking off his apron, hanging it back on the hook. The cook then took a plate himself with different lemonade flavors he mixed from the fresh berries they collected in the Wild area before they left. "I can't wait to see everyones happy face. Let's Go Friede!" his voice brimming with excitment. But he didn't get a response. "Oi Friede are you listening?" the chef asked concerned, raising an eyebrow. Still no answer. "Who is daydreaming now?" the cook now teasingly asked, finally snapping the other man out of his thoughts. Friede started to blush. Murdock was way to close to his face. He felt even more embaressed after realising that he kept staring at the cook so he quickly averted his gaze. "S...Shut up it's not my fault that you are...(so hot)" he could barley stop himself from actually saying the last part out loud "I am what?" Murdock asked visually confused. "L...Let's go I bet the others are already waiting" the professor stuttered, turning around hastely to leave the kitchen. "WAIT!! Tell me!! I wanna know!" Murdock cried out but Friede just upped the pace, so the cook had no choice but to follow him.

Shortly after everyone was sitting outside on the battlefield enjoying the cookies and lemonade. It filled Murdocks heart with joy to wittness how everyone seemed to have a good time. When Friede went to get seconds Murdock took the chance and snagged them away right under his nose. "You can have more when you tell me what you meant earlier" sounding mildly exasperated. Friede wanted to be mad at him but he looked way to cute when he was pouty, so he kinda gave in. "I can't tell you... not here" he nervously replied "Why?" The cook was visually jumbled, noticing the slight blush on his lovers face he finally understood, turning his own cheeks into a slight pink as well. To their surprise everyone were now staring at them and no one dared to break the silence until Likos shyly voiced her inquiry. "Ehm...I hope it's okay to ask this question, but how did you two met?"

"You wanna know how we met?" Murdock repeated surprised. Liko now started to fidged with her fingers "Yes...Well...uhm...you two seem to be so close so I was just wondering how long you two know each other...y..you don't have to tell me" the girl nervously let out. The two men fleetingly looked at each other and then back at Liko, beaming a smile at her. "I guess it's time for another epic story" Friede started making Likos eyes lit up in excitment. "YUCHU!! I can't wait to hear more of your adventures." Roy marginally startled everyone with his sudden shout out. "Full of energy like always." Murdock stated laughing. After a heartfelt clearing of his throat the professor began to speak. "We actually met way before the RVTs were even founded. I still worked at my old job back then. That was.... " Friede paused mid-sentence and everyone eagerly waited for him to continue. "Let's just say it was a long time ago" he finally stated proudly sitting there with crossed arms, getting a judging stare out of everyone. Murdock playfully rolled his eyes because he already expected his best friend to not being able to remember the exact time. It's one of his weaknesses he has to admit is quite amusing sometimes.

"To be honest I would have actually been shocked if you did remember the exact time!" Friede just uttered an awkward chuckle while rubbing the back of his head. The cook released a deafeted sigh before he took over the storytelling "I joined the crew 7 years ago, but we actually met a bit more than 3 years before that event, so in total we know each other for around 10 years." Murdock started to explain "WOAH 10 YEARS!!?" the kids yelled out amaze, giving Murdock kinda the fright. "I probabaly wasn't even born back then!" Roy was already full into the story. "We barley started and it's already turning into chaos" Friede couldn't help but to laugh. "You of all people complain about chaos?" Orla bursted out into laughter. "HEY! What is that supposed to mean?" Friede gave her an offended glare. "You have the talent to bring chaos into everyones lifes and I don't mean it in a negative way" Murdock added and a soft smile formed on his lips "Honestly...I don't know what I would have done if I never met you" Murdock let himself getting swepped in by his emotions, tenderly smiling "He saved my heart back then" The moment the cook finished his sentence he grasped what he actually just said, instantly regretting it. He felt sharp stinging eyes staring at him. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder in the direction of this, let's say quite intimidate aura, to indeed see Mollie and Orla grining develish at him! "Now you have my full attention." the nurse said now fully involved. "Don't be shy and tell us everything, and don't you dare to leave anything interesting out." the mechanic demanded with a bittersweet grin on her face, making Murdock shiver in fear a bit. "W..Well...also it all started 10 years ago in a small forest of Galar..."

10 years ago somewhere in Galar:

It was almost lunch time and Murdocks day off. He had already finished all his laundry and others important tasks for today so he decided to go pick some berries for his cakes. Just a normal day like usual. Little did he know that his life gonna change forever starting from today. The forest Murdock was heading to was called Glimwood Tangle. It wasn't that big, but you could easily get lost if you lack the right knowledge. The several, maze-like paths shouldn't be taken lightly. Though perpetually dark, luminescent mushrooms provide small circles of light at various points on the paths. Touching these mushrooms causes them to glow more brightly and expands the area that they light. No problem for Murdock though, as he comes here weekly to pay a visit. So naturally everything went smootly and he fastly found everything he was looking for. "All right!! I got quite the good loot" He happiely summed while packing the last berry into his backpack. "Okay time to head home" He settled the bag on his shoulders and was about to leave the forest, when he got hold back by a weird sound. Thinking it was probably just a wild Pokemon, he tried to ignore it, but something deep inside him told him he should follow this odd noise. The curiousity growing inside him won and he embarked to investigate, firstly narrowing down from which direction the strange sound came from. Murdock now cautiously walked through the bushes, carefully watching his steps by touching the glowing mushrooms on his way to see better. The weird sound getting louder and louder...it more and more became creepy and with every further step he questioned his decision heavily.

But in this moment the pastry chef tripped over a big »object« and fell over, landing flat on his face. "Ouch...that hurt...?" He got rid of his backpack so he could sit up, rubbing his face to ease the pain.The creepy sound now suddenly came directly from behind him and sheer horror filled his body. That's it...that's his end...he should have just gone home when he still had the chance. "W...wa..." This made Murdock jump, letting out a high-pitched scream, now facing the source of this weird sound "Wa...water...." The cook now stared perplex at the ominous figure laying on the ground "Water?" he asked himself loudly until finally realizing it's actually a human-being laying down on the forest soil. Without thinking he rushed over to try and help. The white haired man was in an absolute terrible state, pale face, dry lips. Murdock tried to slightly shake the stranger to wake him up "Oi mister can you here me?" The smaller man tried to talk but no words came out, most likely having a dry throat, so the cook pulled out his water bottle and carefully making him swollow the water. After a few sips the stranger slightly opened his eyes just faintly able to see that someone was holding him. He was so dehydrated and hungry that he couldn't move. "Am I dead or why I see an angel?" he weakly said, the lack of nutrition must be playing games on his brain. Murdock got spooked by the sudden response and after his mind comprehended what the man just said his cheeks got quite the blush. But he also freaked out simoltaniouly, because he thought the stranger is about to leave this world. "S..stop talking nonsense Mister!! You are about to kick the bucket!!" he panicly started to shake him like a ragdoll so he would stay awake. "So bright..." the man mumbled looking even paler than before. "DON'T FOLLOW THE LIGHT!! Murdock now was fully on allert. " YOU GONNA BE OKAY! I'M SAVING YOU!!" Some time passed and the white-haired man were now leaning against a tree, gulping down a sandwich Murdock handed him. "I know you must be hungry, but you shouldn't gulp down the food like that or.." he couldn't even finsihed his sentence before the other man started to choke. "SEE I TOLD YOU!!" The chef offered him some water and the man gladly accepted it, washing down the food with it, letting out a satisfied sigh "Fwuuuhhh that was good! Thank you so much for saving me." the smaller man bowed down while still sitting to show how grateful he is "No problem I'm glad I could help you, but that surley creeped me out at first...talking nonsene like seeing and angel and stuff" he admitted slightly flustered. Realisation hit Friede like a Hyperbeam! WAIT!? Shit..Did he really said that out loud?? How embarrassing "S...Sorry I didn't mean to scare youl. Thank you! I owe you big time mister...?" right he didn't even know the name of his saviour yet. "Ahh I totally forgot to introduce myself didn't I? Name's Murdock nice to meet you...?" now it was the cook questionly looking at the other man and was greeted with a geniune smile "Nice to meet you Murdock! Call me Friede" and with that they exchanged a friendly handshake.

"What where you even doing here Mister Friede?" Friede immediatly gave him a cringe visage. "Please drop the Mister no need to be so formal just call me Friede." he insisted. "Ah sorry Mi...I mean Friede!" the cook stutterd a little bit, feeling a bit awkward, not formally adressing someone he just met. "So about my question..." he asked cautiously, not wanting to come off pushy, but for some reason he wanted to know more about Friede, who now was resting his back on a tree after stretching his arms. "I was reasearching Pokemon in their natural habitat." he began to narrate. "You know documenting how they find food, how they interact with each other, what they like and don't like, stuff like that." His voice sounded a bit sorrowful or was he just imagining it? Stop it your are just overthinking again. The cook scolded himself. "Sounds intersting. Is that your job or just a hobby?" he then added. "Oh haven't I told you? I'm a professor and I arrived here three days ago for my research" Friede proudly said. "Your a professor??! That's impressive!" Murdocks brain slowly took in the rest of the imformation he just got and nearly couldn't believe his ears. "Wait...YOU DIDN'T DRINK AND ATE PROPERLY FOR THREE DAYS!!?" the bigger man was quite outraged about this discovery so Friede tried to convince him that there is no need to fuss about this "Please it's not that big of a deal. I'm used to get by with little food and water. Besides I only planned to be here for a day, two at most but I got lost on my way out so..." he was certain that would be enough to reassure Murdock, but the opposite happened. "WHAT!? That's even worse! Pack your stuff together you coming with me" A bit intimidated Friede meekly asked "Where do you wanna bring me?" Murdock shouldered his backback and turned around to face Friede. "To my home. I make you a heathy meal...I...I mean I can't force you to come with me so..." Murdock now got nervouse because he realized that came across like an command and he might have pressured the other man. "You can cook?" Friede ask curiously "Yeah. I'm a pastry chef and actually work in a bakery together with a friend, but I can cook basically everything. I always loved to cook. Imagining everyone happily eating a good meal with a smile on their faces...I'm always looking forward to that. It's the best reward." what Friede now witnessed was the most geniune smile he ever saw. Murdock must really love cooking. He somehow felt a bit melancholic, but put this feeling aside for the time being. "Now I can't say no to such an promising offer." Friede chirped, and started to pack his stuff following Murdock's lead. "I'm glad to here that, let me know if you need help." When he was ready to go he looked at Murdock who wore a charming smile "Guess I really met an angel today after all" he whispered to himself, smiling softly he started to follow Murdock.

This was the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship. Of course Friede couldn't stay forever in Galar and had to go back to the lab he was working at, but for the next two years they tried to spend any freetime they had together, always staying in tough through their rotom phones. They shared everything with each other, their thoughts, their fears, what they love, what they hate. They could talk about literally anything and end up laughing together. Life seemed perfect. Little did they know that they had to overcome various hurdles on their journey towards true Happiness.

2 years after their first meeting:

Murdock looked on his phone checking if Friede answered him...he didn't. He let out a dissapointed sigh. One month has passed now since Friede vanished without saying a word, without answering his messages...at least he knows he is not dead seeing that he left him on read. He probably was just busy because the past few weeks before that his friend already kept replying less and less frequently...he knew Friede must have a good reason...but it still hurted to be ignored..."Why isn't he answering...did I do something wrong?" Questions like that kept spiraling in his head every day. He knew it was pointless to continue writing him at this point...if he haven't answered him before why should he now? The cook felt like he only keeps bothering Friede, so he decided it's time to accept that he probably won't see him again anytime soon and just trying to continue his life without him. It's only a month since he saw his best friend the last time...or at least he thought they were...but he already felt like something important is missing. Murdock felt so helpless. Just the thought of possible never seeing Friede again scares him. "Argh" Frustrated he let himself fall down on his bed. Now laying on his back he stared at the ceiling "I have no time to think about that now...I need to find a new job..." Murdock looked a last time at his conversation with Friede before he locked it away together with his heart.

At the same time Friede was out at sea fishing with his gramps and laying at his back, yet again staring half-lidded at the messages Murdock send him over the past month.

"Good morning Friede <3 I was visiting my sister yesterday to help make preperations for her daughters birthday. Can you imagine Dot is already turning 2 soon? I still can't believe I'm an uncle now. She is the precioust niece I could ever ask for" "Oi Friede you won't believe what just happend! Our little Milcery evolved into an Ruby Mix Alcremie! I can now make even more delicious cakes! Wanna come over and eat some?" "Sorry you're probably very busy, so it's okay if you don't have the energy to answer, but I haven't heard from you for two weeks now. I can't help but to get a bit worried...are you alright?" "Ehm sorry I hope I'm not bothering you...I know I said it's okay if you don't feel like answering but I'm worried and I kinda miss talking to you...Did something happen? I have so many questions and I wish I knew what you are doing right now. You know you can always talk to me ok?"

Friede uttered out a frustrated groan, covering his eyes to blend out the sunlight "If I only knew myself what I was doing right now..." It's now a month since he quit his job, he had no back-up plan, but he knew it was the right decision. He felt so unbearably exhausted, he would have lost his mind, if he have stayed in the lab any more minute. But what now? What is it what he want's to do? Honestly? He had no answer to that. He sat up to cast his fishing rod again, staring blankly into the distance. "How many more days you intend to pass this way?" Ludlow curiously asked his grandson "Huh?" Friede replied with a bored tone, not even looking at his gramps. "Youth should not be spent waiting for pray to bite when you can set out and claim it for yourself." Ludlow continued. "You say that, but...Not like I have anything else to do." Friede indifferently let out as something had taken the bait. "It's a big one Friede!" Ludlow called out. After cautiously reeling in whatever was at the other end of the string and with a "Hyah!" Friede sucessfully pulled out a Slowbro in one strong swing. Watching the Pokemon slowly walk past him and jumping back into the water, he let himself fall on his back, heaving out an irritated sigh. "I've got nothing..." he uttered out "You've got it good with your boat, Gramps. You can go anywhere." Now streching his hand towards the blue sky. "You have wings of your own." Ludlow replied. Friede gently patted the head of his charizard who was laying right next to him sleeping. "Even this guy's been in a mood lately." getting a lazy groan in return of his partner. "What should we do?" right at this moment he got a phone call from Ms. Lucca, who was about to show him a new Horizon.

8 month later:

One week has passed since the Rising Volt Tacklers were founded and the Brave Asagi set off for the first time, marking the begin of a long adventure to come. "Argh!! We can't just live from canned food and sandwiches" Orla complained, chewing on some conserved fruits. "It can't be helped nobody of us can cook properly." Friede replied, biting off a big chunk of bread. "Then why don't find a cook for our crew?" Friede tensed up and got suspicious silent for a moment, looking away sadly. "What's wrong!?" Orla could tell her childhood friend is hiding something. Friede had troubled feelings coming up. He tried to not think about the whole situation with Murdock, but judging Orlas look on her face there was no way to dodge this question. So he inhaled deeply before forming his words. "Nothing...or well...it's complicated...I know someone that can cook. I would die for his food, it's so damn delicious but when I quit my job I just left him behind without telling him and..."

"YOU LEFT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" the mechanic couldn't believe what she just heard. The sudden yelling from her made him act defensive out of reflex. "See I'm not proud of that and I wish I could change that, but I sadly can't and I already hate myself for that!" he snapped back. "Sorry Friede I didn't wanted to scold you like that" Orla apologized, breaking the silence that had settled in the meeting room. After another short pause Friede shakingly exhaled before he was able to explain what happend back then. "Like I said I ignored his messages, but I literally ignore everything at this time, I didn't knew what I wanted to do, everything seemed so pointless...I just just felt ashamed to tell him I quit my job because I couldn't stand it anymore, when he worked everyday with such passion and joy. I didn't want him to worry or pity me, but what I did in the end is even worse...so eventually he stopped writing at all and I don't blame him...after all this time I can't just start writing him like nothing happend right?" Orla wore a sympathic smile. She could tell it must be hard for Friede to even talk about this so she sqeezed his shoulder gently to assure him. "I don't even know if he still is working in this bakery!" he stated insecurly, burying his face into his arms. "Then let's find out" Friede lifted his head again and gave Orla a confused look "Huh? Did you listen to anything I just told you I..." but Orla grabbed his shoulders so he was forced to look at her. "What is if he is still waiting for you to come back?" She asked her childhood friend with a determind gaze. Friede's eyes flickered to the floor with a sorrowful expression. "Look at us! We haven't talked for years and then BAMM five month ago you suddenly appeared right before me, making the craziest demand." the machanican literally tackle his side with her elbow pretty hard making Friede cry out. "THAT HURT!! ARE YOU CRAZY! What was that for!?" scoffing back at her. "You won't know until you try right?" Orla winked her eye at him. He couldn't help but feel motivated now "You're not gonna let this go,are you?" he said in a defeated tone. But she is right. He needs to put his fear aside and face Murdock once again. Even if he don't wanna be his friend anymore, the least thing he could do is to proper apologize to him.

A few days later they eventually arrived in Galar. The bakery Murdock used to work at was unfortnatly closed down for good so Friede tried to ask the neighberhood if they happen to know anything about this, hoping someone might know were Murdock went. But the only clue they got is that he should still be somewhere in Galar, so they tried to search stratedically by visiting every reastaurant, Cafe or any other shop that could be related to food in any way. Two weeks had passed since they started their endeavor looking for Murdock, but their search only fruited into several dead ends. Today they tried their luck in Wyndon, the most populous city in Galar and home to the biggest Stadium in this region. Heated battle against to current champion are the main attraction. But that's not what they are here for. They had an important mission to fullfill. On top of that they also did finish some jobs in between. Somehow they had to earn money right? Running around all day makes hungry though, so they decided to treat themselve to a nice meal for once and went to another restaurant nearby that an friendly old lady had recommended to them earlier.

Without hesitation they entered the building and were kinda surprised how spacious it was inside. The interior looked quite noble, but simple and not to fancy. Orla and Friede fastly sat down to study the menu, waiting for an waiter to take their order. "Welcome to »Dylan's table« were we serve passion. Can I take your orders?" Friede immediatly froze...This voice...it can't be...He had to take all his courage to look at the waiters face. A very familiar visage awaited him ."M...Murdock!?" The man standing right before them indeed was Murdock, who now just stared at him in shock, needing a moment until realisation hit him. "F...FRIEDE!?? What are you doing here!?? I was worried you know!??" The cook immediatly coverd his mouth because his voice came out louder then he anticipated. Friede wasn't prepared to suddenly talk to him so he didn't know what to say and became nervous "I..I'm so sorry that I left without telling you...actually I was searching for you right now to..." he forcfully got shoved aside mid-sentence. "So you are the cook Friede was raving about!" Orla interrupted, trying to help turning this conversation into a positive one. "W..What!? R—raving about me? Why?" Murdock was so overwhelmed. He thought Friede didn't wanna be his friend anymore so he couldn't believe what he heared. Friede tried to hold Orla back "Stop it you embaressing me!" he pleaded awkwardly. "No I'm actually helping you out here you coward!" she snapped back at the professor holding him at his collar now. Murdock started to feel uneasy. "P..please don't fight here Miss?" Orla let go of Friede so she could focus on the cook again. "Sorry I didn't introduced myself! My name is Orla nice to meet you!" she beamed a smile at him. "My name is Murdock...wait you already knew that! Ahahaha" he awkwardly figured. Orla then went back to Friede, giving him a friendly push.

Watching those two having a friendly quarrle let Murdocks uneasyness and confusion slowly turn into saddness. "I see...that's why you didn't answered..." he whispered to himself with a soft but distressed smile. Friede saw that Murdock was staring at Orla and noticed the sudden mood change. He couldn't help but feel guilty seeing Murdock with such a sad expression. "Orla and I are..." He was interupted by a rather demanding and unpleasent voice. "Murdock what is this ruckus about? I don't pay you for doing small talk with our guest" A man with small stature and grey hair was standing right beside the cook, looking at him furiously. "Aaaahhh I'm sorry Mister Dylan it won't happen again!" Murdock shamefully bowed down. That didn't went unnoticed by Friede and Orla who instantly felt sorry for him. "You better go back to your work right now, or you have to deal with the consequnces. Did I made myself clear?" the manr angrily voiced. Murdocks body flinched at this. "Yes Mister Dylan!" he responded with a shaking voice, still bowing down, sweat dropping down his face. The restaurant owner then gave a sinsiter look to Friede, who gave him an annoyed look in return before walking away to talk to others cutomers. Only when Mister Dylan was out of sight Murdock raised his head. "S..Sorry Friede I need to go back into the kitchen" the cook didn't even looked at Friede and was about to hastly leave. Friede felt his heart stopping and filling with fear. Not again...he won't leave him again...not this time. "WAIT!" he yelled after his friend. The other man stopped in his track and turned around hesitantly, still wearing a anxious expression. The look on his face broke Friedes heart. "Can we have a proper talk after you finsihed work?" the white haired man expressed his request. Friede could tell that Murdock had troubled thoughts at the way he tried to avoid eye-contact. "W..well I would love to, but I won't be finished till 11pm...I can't possible ask you to wait that long..." putting on a rather forced smile he then exused himself to vanish back into the kitchen.

Friede let himself fall back into his seat, heaving out a frustrated sigh "Nice Friede...that was the cringest conversation you ever had." his eyes sliding shut. "That poor sweetie!" Friede and Orla turned their attention in direction of the voice. At the table next to them was sitting an old lady. "May I ask what you mean with that Ma'am?" Friede curiously asked. The old lady now faced the duo "You were looking for him earlier right?" The lady seriously asked, wearing a serene smile. "You are...?" The old lady kept smiling at him and Friede eventually recognised her. "Wait is that the reason you recommended this restaurant to us earlier?" he asked astonished and the old lady nod her head in affirmation. Friede face then tensed up a bit "I met Murdock three years ago, but through personal circumstances I haven't talked to him in the past year." while he said that he let his gaze wander to look at the floor. "I wanted to apologize to him for treating him like that.." he paused a moment biting his lip. "I want to be his friend again" He couldn't help but feel like he had just completely exposed himself in front of everyone. The old lady watched the white-haird man closely and tenderly smiled "Then will you safe his heart?" Friedes eyes widend "Save...his heart?" he repeated. What on earth did happen during the past year? His heart started to beat faster, just thinking about what Murdock might have had gone through in his absence, while also believing he got ditched by his best friend...he gulped down his guilt for a moment and made a decision. "Can you please tell me?" his eyes were literally begging for an answer. "Do you really wanna know young man?" The old lady asked in retutn, but this time with a serious look on her face. "Yes Ma'am please tell me what you know"" he replied, bowing down with determinating. Her smile softened again and her eyes now slide to the other guests. "Don't you find it odd that no other Waiters or Waitress are here tending to the customers?" Friede and Orla looked around exermining the situation. "Now that you mention it...where are they?" the mechanic wondered. "They all quit half a year ago, that poor sweetie is the only one left. He basically serves the customers, cooks, cleans everything all alone everyday until late at night. I live near by so I know when he comes here and when he lefts. He goes home around 11pm and starts working at 3am each morning, except sunday." Friede was shocked, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "WHAT!!! THAT'S CRAZY!! There is no way that he can be happy with that!" The professor was completely shaken up emotionally.

Unfortunatly their conversation got interrupted by the restaurant owner. "Dear custumors I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave." you could hear the malicious undertone in his voice. "And why is that so?" Orla immadiatly snapped back, seeing that her friend isn't emotionally in the right mind right now. "This table has a reservation and like you sadly see all other seats are taken. I'm sorry but I must ask you to leave." Orla angrily stood up, banging her hands on the table. "Come on old man you just made that up!?" she was about to throw hands but got hold back by Friede. "It's okay we go." he had a serious look on his face so she left it at that and accepted his decision without protest.

They now were standing outside. "Are you just going to give up on him like that!?" Orla asked Friede firmly. "Of couse not. But if the old lady is right then us staying would have just gave him extra unneccessary work." Orla let out a sigh "Your not wrong." she paused for a brief moment. "So what's the plan?" she continued. Friede didn't answered immediatly, instead he started to slowly stroll around the corner of the restaurant, giving her a signal to follow him. "He said he has to work till 11pm right?" he asked rhetorically while sitting down on a small bench, making himself comforteable. "I'm just gonna wait for him here, so I can intercept him as soon as he's off work." he voiced his plan. Orla saw the determination in his eyes and gave him and reasuring smile. "Okay then I gonna head back to the ship for now." she said getting a nod of him in return. "You got this!" the mechanic then added winking at him before excusing herself. Friede couldn't help to let out a small insecure chuckle. How did she know that he still felt nervous?

At the same time Murdock was about to prepare the dishes for Friede and his companion, realising he forgot to actually take their order. So he tried to rush outsite to get them but got stopped by his boss entering the kitchen who inform him that they suddenly left. The cook wanted to asked for the reason, but he already got scolded earlier so he swollowed down his concerns. With an uneasy heart he then continued his daily work. Always putting on a smile, no matter how crushed he might felt. When he happened to pass by the table of the old lady, she secretly told him the truth. At least he was kinda relieved now, knowing that Friede didn't leave because of him turning down his request to talk. Still...For some reason work felt even longer today than usual. The hours passed and after finally being finished with cleaning up the cook change out of his work clothes and then locked the door behind him, heaving out an exhausted sigh. He couldn't get todays situation out of his mind. "Will I see him again...?" he let out a slight yawn. "I probably should go home and get some rest." The moment he turned around the corner a happy "There you are! I waited for you!" greeted him. Murdock was caught so off-guard that he jumped a little, lost his balance and landed on his butt. "D--Dont scare me like that." He pressed his hand against his racing heart trying to calm it down. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." Friede answerd while offering his hand to help the other man stand up. Murdock hesitated at first but then took the offering hand. "Don't tell me you waited all day for me to finish work?" Murdock asks as Friede pulls him onto his feet "What if I did?" Friede mischievously returend the question. Murdock just gave him an unimpressed look. "Then you'd be an idiot!" the cook teased him. Friede wanted to defend himself but a sneeze slipped out. Murdock gave him ja udging look before he started walking, giving Friede a waving signal to follow him "Come you idiot I gonna make you a warm tea." Friede wanted to protest, he didn't want to cause him any inconvenience or add to his already imense workload. But this talk is already overdue so he sprinted after Murdock. Ten Minutes later they have arrived at the small appartment Murdock lives in. Friede started to analyse his surroundings out of habit. The space seemed barley enough for one person. It had one big room that were divided up in different areas. To his surprise the kitchen was almost none existent and only had the bare minimum, including a fridge, a stove and a sink. The rest of the flat was filled with a bed, a small couch and a table. Other than that there only were a cabinet and a cupboard. At least there was a toilett with a shower. Considering how much Murdock is working every day it's likely that he hardly spends any time here, besides sleeping.

Make yourself at home I'm gonna brew us some tea." Murdock suggested before fiddeling around in the kitchen. Friede continued studying his surroundings, everything was furnished so...plain and lifeless...it doesn't suit Murdock at all. He felt his heart sink again. While his eyes kept sliding through the apartment, two framed pictures caught his attention. On one of them was a woman holding a baby. "That must be his sister and his niece he told me about." He thought. The other frame though was covered with a big layer of dust, making it hard to recognize anything. As he sat down on the couch, Murdock promptly came back with a hot cup of coffee instead. "Sorry seems like I'm out of tea so I made you some coffee, hope that also suits you." He put the cup down on the table before he made himself comfortable next to Friede. The white-haired man thankfully grabbed the cup, taking a small sip. "Thank you Murdock." He beamed a smile at him and the other man returned the favor. They now sat there silently for a while.

"You know..." Murdock paused for a second fiddling with his own cup of coffee "I was thinking you were busy, but I didn't expect that you find yourself a girlfriend. She seems like a very nice person and she is pretty. I'm happy for you." Somehow saying this felt like a lie, but why?! Isn't it a good thing that his friend found happiness? Before he had the chance to fall deeper into his thoughts he was interrupted by Friede heavely choking on his coffee trying to catch his breath "Easy, easy! Was it too hot? Are you okay!?" Murdock asked worried, while gently patting Friedes back. "You think Orla is my girlfriend?!" Friede spurted out, coffee drippng out his mouth. The room got dead silent and Murdocks brain slowly processed the new information until it made »CLICK« "W—Wait she is not!??" Murdock stuttered dumbfounded. "No we are just childhood friends" Friede squeezed out, having to cough slightly again. "Oh..." Murdock now felt stupid for even assuming that, but for some reason he couldn't stop smiling!? "H..hold on! Why I'm so happy about that? It's noit like I'm in love with him or anything..." Murdock stopped his thoughts right there. What on earth was he thinking just now? he started to question his own sanity. Friede felt kinda lost watching Murdock switching from smiling to heavely shaking his head several times, wondering about that sudden mood change. Why would he be so happy about the fact that Orla isn't his girlfriend? It doesn't made sense to him...unless? NO NO NO NO!! That can't be it! There is no way that he... Friede now looked at Murdock, shook his head and then looked at Murdock again. When their eyes eventually met for a moment, both quickly averted their gaze again, slightly flushed. "I'm sorry I left without telling you." Friede apologized breaking the silenced that had settled above the pair. Murdock on the other hand remained suspiciously quiet and Friede quickly found the reason. The cook was barley awake, struggeling to keep his eyes from falling shut and his head getting heavier with any second. Friede gently squeezed Murdocks shoulder to get his attention. And it worked, the cook tensed up for a moment, blinking his eyes open until his vision wasn't blury anymore. "S..Sorry can you repeat what you just said? I'm afraid I was out of it for a minute." He had to admit. Friede automatically wore an understanding smile. "It's okay. You must be really tired. We can talk tomorrow. Come with me!" Friede grabbed Murdocks hand and guided him to his bed. He could tell that his friend wanted to protest and listen to what he had to say instead, but was simply to tired to do so. "It's already late...you can stay here if you want...would love to talk to you again..." Murdock muttered already half asleep. Moments later the cook was soundly snoring and Friede watched him for a while...he really looked exhausted, burnt-out even. He never saw Murdock with such a fatigued face. Sadness filled his heart, when he thought about how long this situation already made him suffer. But there is unfortunatly little he could do about this right now, except of letting his friend rest. Before Friede settled himself down on the couch, he texted Orla that he won't come back today, so she won't start worrying. Casting one last look at Murdocks sleeping silhouette before turning off the lights.

The next morning: Friede was awakened by the sunlight blending his eyes. After a sharp yawn he sat up, stretching his arms, before opening his eyes. Still being drowsy he had to think where he actually was. "Right I'm in Murdock's appartment." the professor noted, staring at the empty bed in the corner. The clock told him it was 10am so of course Murdock already left for work. He got distracted by his grumbling stomach. He didn't plan to stay over night, so he didn't bring anything to eat. He played with the idea to quickly go into town to get somethng, when his eyes spotted a note an the table. It was from Murdock.

Good morning Friede. I hope I didn't woke you up when I left. I prepared some sandwitches and put them in the fridge so feel free to grab some.

A tear was dripping down his cheek. Friede was relieved to see that Murdocks still is the caring sweetheart he used to be, but he also felt that he didn't deserve this kindness right now. His growling stomach made it hard to resist a homemade sandwich from Murdock, so he gladly took one.

Hour later it was almost time for Murdock to finish work so Friede decided to surprise him and pick him up. And he knew it was the right decision when he saw the overjoyed smile on the cooks face the second he spotted him in the distance. They walked back to the apartment doing some Small Talk. Stepping inside, Murdock directly rushed over to the kitchen to heat up the stove. "I brought some leftovers from work, so let me heat it up real quick and let us eat first." The cook suggested. "Sounds great." Friede agreed. And soon after they were stuffing their faces. "Mhhmmm delicious." Friede praised, taking another fork full. "Your food is still as good as I remember it." he kept praising while chewing blissfully. A smile formed on Murdocks lips watching his friend gulping down the food like in old times. "I'm glad to know that." the chef said realizing how much he had missed hanging out with Friede.

"Did you ever think about quitting your current job?" Friede suddenly asked with a serious look on his face. "What do you mean?" the cook was visually irriteated. "I'm asking if you are happy to work under this terrible circumstances?" the professor got more precise. "It's just how life works. Having to work hard for your money is normal." Murdock justified, somehow dodging the question. "Being unhappy isn't normal!" Friede kept pressing. "Why are you suddenly asking stuff like that?" Murdock countered feeling more and more pressured. Friede could tell he really tried to avoid giving him a proper answer so he decided to tell him the truth. "I run into your boss earlier, when I was on my way to pick you up from work and I might have giving him my honest opinion."

"YOU DID WHAT!?" Murdock jumped of his seat in disbelieve, eagerly waiting for Friede to explain himself, so the white-haired man had no other choice but to tell him. "See your boss immadiatly scoffed at me demandig that I better stop corrupting your mind with delusional thoughts, so I naturally snapped back at him, telling him what a big scumbag he is and that he should be thankful that you haven't quit yet and..." Friede got cut off. "BUT I NEED THIS JOB! " Murdock couldn't hold back his anger. "Not if you join us! I'm sure you will be way more happy when...!" Friede tried to argue but got cut off yet again. Murdock was furious, rage filling his body and eventually he snapped. "YOU CAN'T JUST COME BACK AFTER A YEAR AND DECIDE WHATS GOOD FOR ME!" Friedes whole body flinched. He never wittmessed Murdock losing his cool before and he would lie if he wasn't scared right now. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH ALL THIS TIME!!" the cook's voice was giving in so he was forced to speak softer. "I thought you stopped writing because I was annoying to you...and then you suddenly appeared again yesterday...I didn't knew how to feel.. but I still was so happy to see you again and hoped we can go back like we used to be, but you understand nothing so stop acting like you still know me, because you don't! You didn't even cared enough to answer my messages."

Murdock only stopped talking because he was out of breath and shocked about himself...it's the first time he lost his temper like that. Friede just looked at the floor totally defeated. Murdock was right he didn't had the right to come back into his life after literally vanishing without saying a word and neglacting his best friend, if he even has the right to think about him like that. After some time Murdock had catched his breath again and more calmed down. "Sorry...I didn't wanted to leash out on you like that." the cook apoligized, his voice being crisp from yelling. Friede was full of regrets right now. "No I should be the one being sorry...your right I'm a terrible friend. I quit my job a year ago, because i couldn't bear working there anymore. I lost any motivation with it and went more lazy with every day passing not knowing what I want to do and I was so selfinserted with my own problems that I didn't even think about how you must have felt after I just left...I'm truly sorry" He couldn't look into Murdocks eyes and the cook also couldn*t look into his. Friede then continued "The only thing I know is that you deserve better and that I can't bear see you like this...the moment I saw your forced smile I knew...you lost your passion...and it broke my heart when I realized it's my fault...if I had just talked to you properly than you wouldn't be overworking yourself now...you have all the right to hate me." Friede had to pause for a moment, because his voice started to tremble. "You wanted to make everyone smile with your food right? But do you think they are happy when they see your tired and forced smile?" Murdock still couldn't look at Friede. "I don't hate you...I could never hate you...I just have so many thoughts right know, I'm confused and...I just need some time alone to think. I hope you understand so could you please go for now...I should go to bed soon anyways because I have work tomorrow." The brown-haird man was gripping his pants, trying to hold his tears back. Friede silently walked to the door, when he opened it and was about to go outside Murdocks heart sank, fearing his friend might not come back and leave him forever. "I also hoped we could go back to the way we were, instead I hurted your feelings even more and I'm sorry...but..." Friede had to hold his tears back "...we will dock with the Brave Asagi at the bay for three more days...I marked the exact point on your map...If you feel like giving me another chance I would love if we could at least talk again once more before we head to another region." he finished before closing the door. When Friede was gone Murdock couldn't hold back any longer and everything bursted out of him. He started sobbing heavely, tears and snot running down his face, while he felt his heart getting crushed under all this weight.

It was already 11pm and Orla started to get worried waiting for Friede to return. When he eventuallly arrived at the Brave Asagi she joyfully greeted him with a "Welcome back!! How did your conversation go?" but Friede didn't gave her a respond, walking past her with a depressed face and went straight to his room. "Guess it didn't went well." Orla sadly noted and followed him out of concern, but when she heard quiet sobs coming from his room she decided to give him some privacy and left.

The next day:

Murdock was so restless all night that he couldn't fall asleep and also forgot to set his alarm. So imagine the shock when he realized that it already was past 5am "Damn I overlslept!" He dressed up real fast and left his apartment in a hurry. When he arrived at the restaurant he saw his boss trying to stop the customers from leaving, assuring them the cook will arrive any minute. When he noticed Murdock walking in he promptly scolded him. "What do you think you are doing? You are two hours too late! You bringing shame to my restaurant" Murdock lowered his head. "Sorry I overslept it wont happen again." he tried to appease his boss. "IT BETTER WONT! As a punishment I gonna cut your payment for this month!" Mister Dylan decided. "But then I can't pay my rent." Murdock pleaded but Mister Dylan immadiatly shut him down. "That's not my problem! If you wanna blame someone than blame this silly excuse of a man. This white-haired scum didn't know his place and tried to criticise me. I would advise you to stay away from him, he is a bad influence for you and now stop wasting my time and already go to the kitchen." Mister Dylan demanded.

"No." Murdock said without thinking, like his mouth started to move on it's own. "What was that?" his boss asked, trying to further intimidate him and Murdock flinched in fear, his body trembeling...suddenly remembering Friedes words from yesterday. "He was right....And I yelled at him....I'm so stupid..!" he thought, still trembeling. "I said No." he then repeated. After sharply inhaling he finally could face his boss. "Actually I'm here to quit. I won't work for you anymore!" The cook made up his mind. "You are opposing your boss?" the owner started but Murdock kept going. He still was afraid but this is what his heart is telling him to do right now. "Yes I do and I should have done that way earlier!! You are the most heartless and greediest person I know and I feel ashamed that I didn't realized that until now. I wasted so much time here and almost forgot why I started to cook in the first place." The owner got furious after listening to that. "You want to quit? Than I have news for you! You are fired! Take your stuff and then get your out of my sight" his now ex-boss insisted and with a "I will gladly do so!" Murdock packed his belongings. When he finally stepped outside the restaurant he felt like a heavy weight falling down his shoulders.

Back at Murdocks appartment:

"What was I thinking!?" Murdock restlessly paced around his room, trying to not freak out "You just quit your job without even talking to Friede first! What if he changed his mind and doesn't want you to join anymore. I wouldn't blame him after I yelled at him like that and said such horrible things." All his thoughts just came bubbeling out unfiltered. Murdock felt overwhelmed, unable to calm down and he just begged for a sign. His walking circles became bigger with every loop so it was unavoideable that he gonna bump against his cupboard at some point. With a loud »BAMM« he was now laying on the cold floor. After a while of just staring at the ceiling he noticed a picture frame right next to him that he must have knocked over when hitting the cupboard. He sat up to grab it. "That sure is a lot of dust..." he noted while wiping away said dust. His eyes widend when he recocgnized the picture in it. "That's..." Murodock bit his lips and almost started crying. It was a photo of Friede and him hugging each other. He still could remember when they made this photo. It was at the very day they first met. He had invited Friede to his home and offered to cook for him after he found him almost starving in the woods. Murdock felt a bit awkward back then to make a selfie with someone he barly knew, but Friede insisted that it would be a great memory. And right now he is so unbelieveable thankful for that. Tears start running down his cheeks, dripping on the glass with the picture he was holding firmly. "I'm such a fool..." Murdock wiped away his tears and steadied himself. Putting the picture frame back were it belonged, he grabbed his phone to look up the description Friede mentioned yesterday. His face went pale when he saw this disaster. It was a map from Galar with a big red circle were the beach is located. >Somewhere here< was written next to it. "DID HE REALLY THINK THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH!?" Doesn't he know how large this beach is!?" He had to chuckle right after, because in a sense this is just like Friede is. Still nervous and uncertain about the future he opened the door to apologize to Friede, hoping he still want him at his side.

Later at the same day:

Friede was resting his arms and head on the reiling, staring into the distance with an empty look. He couldn't sleep at all last night and haven*t eaten yet either. "Friendships that have weathered storms are the ones that shine brightest when the sun reemerges." Ludlow said sitting near by trying to catch some fish. "You say that but..." Friede muttered when he suddenly got pushed from behind by Orla, actually making him fall overboard. "Thank me later!" she said mischievously. In fact the brunette already noticed Murdock standing at the entrance for a while. The cook got cold feet and was debating with himself if he should knock or not, when he suddenly heared his name."You better catch him Murdock!" Orla shouted from above with a big grin. Murdocks gaze immediately shot upwards just to see Friede falling towards him. Without thinking he catched his friend and through the impact they both were now laying on the ground. "A...are you okay?" the cook carfully asked looking at Friede who instantly jumped off him after realizing he was laying on top of Murdock. "Sorry about that!" he then apologized.

After a short period of silence both of them suddenly bursted out into laughter. "That was a hell of a Welcome." Murdock snorted out. "You should have seen your face." Friede wheezed. "Sorry for not expecting that you get yeeted at me!" Murdock huffed back. "That certainly wasn't on my list today either." Friede stated still chuckling. Their laughing fit got interrupted by Friedes loudly growling stomach. Murdock just looked unsurprised at his friend who was slightly blushing.The chef let out a serene sigh. "I think I need to stay or you will keep on with your unhealthy eating habit." he teasingly figured. A big grin now appeared on Friedes face. "Guess you have a new job now." he cheerfully symphatized, filling Murdocks heart with joy. "But more importantly...!" the professor paused for a moment to look at his friend. "Welcome to your new home." Friede added with the most genuine smile. Murdocks eyes widened "My...new..home?" that honstely sounded wonderful. His heart was dancing of joy right now. "Thanks for having me." Murdock replied smiling brightly.

Seems like he found a new Horizon.

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