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The Taming of the Crow Pairing: Koner x You Summary: A lady of the Free Folk spots a scared little crow on a snowy mountaintop… of course she's bringing him home. Contains: A wildling with a gift, a crow who's ready for the cold embrace of death, switching POVs, unexpected (and misinterpreted) kindness, being tied up but not in a sexy way, possessiveness, brat-taming, whipping, teasing, sickness, nursing back to health, miracle cure, accidental cuddling, dreams about dead men with blue eyes, comfort, happy endings for both the Koner and the story itself. Words: 9k [Part One: 4k / Part Two: 5k] Do Not Interact, youths and ageless blogs, or you will be blocked.

Koner had never been so tired in his life. He knew he should try to escape, but he felt the wilding woman watching him. Perhaps he'd just rest a bit… gather his strength… formulate a plan…

He didn't know if he'd slept for minutes or hours, but he didn't feel her eyes on him when he woke. His head hurt, his nose was stuffy, and his entire body ached. And the cold. He hadn't been properly warm in years, but everything was colder north of The Wall. If he ever got back to Castle Black, he'd spend the rest of his life fantasizing about stealing a horse and riding as far south as south goes. Or perhaps stowing away on a ship bound for somewhere in the deserts across the sea. Anywhere but here in this frozen nightmare.

He turned as quietly as he could and saw that her eyes were closed in her big pile of furs. Good. He looked around for anything that might help him break free, and his eyes landed on the sharpened stick she'd used to roast their dinner. That would do. He reached forward to pick it up with his bound hands, slow and quiet, glancing at her again to make sure she hadn't moved. She hadn't.

With his tool, he turned his back to her and lay on his side - just like he'd fallen asleep - so that even if she woke, she couldn't see what he was doing. It was hard work, but as soon as his hands were free, the knot at his feet would be no problem. He'd steal some of her clothes - knock her out, if he had to - slip through the village disguised as a wildling, and make a mad dash back to civilization. He worked quietly and steadily, seeing no real progress but a slight fray in the rope, but he tried as hard as he could to saw through it anyway.

"What are you doing, Little Crow?"

He sawed faster.

"Put it down, Little Crow."

Frantic now.

"If I have to get up and take it from you, you'll be sorry."

He hacked at the rope like his life depended on it.

The woman groaned. She was on him in seconds. She ripped the stick from his hands, set it aside, and kneeled in front of him. She grasped his chin and made him look at her.

"What did I just say to you, Little Crow?"

He spat in her face.

Did this little fucker really just spit on you? You slapped him in the face. You thought you were past this. Hadn't you had a decent conversation over supper last night? You saved him, you fed him, you offered him a warm bed, and this is the thanks you get? He glared up at you with fire in his eyes and a handprint on his cheek.

"Alright, Little Crow, we'll do this the hard way," you growled. His eyes sparkled with fear. Good.

You put your hand on his shoulder, and he twisted his neck and tried to bite you. You slapped his face again, grabbed him by the arm and the hip and rolled him face-down. He tried to wriggle away, but you placed a knee on his back to hold him still.

"You'll stay still if you know what's good for you," you hissed, reaching for the stick he'd tried to use to cut his bonds. You swished it through the air and brought it down on his arse. He jumped from the impact. A thin red welt appeared immediately.

You brought it down again, and again. He struggled as you painted a fresh coat of stripes on his still-tender rear. You suspected that he might be able to take you, if he were well-fed and rested and unbound, but that's not the case today. He'll learn. He may have chosen the painful route, but this little fucker will learn.

When he finally cried out, you stopped. And then you felt horrible for the state you've left him in: Whimpering on the floor with a crimson backside. You really did want to help him. You'd saved him from having his head cut off, for fuck's sake. But he just kept fighting.

You expected him to fight back a little, to be honest. It's no fun when they give in without a fight. But now? After everything you'd done for him? And at this hour?

You silently returned to your bed, facing away from the crying boy by the fire. You couldn't bear to look at him.

This woman could give his mother a run for her coin in a beating-his-arse competition. He hadn't been reduced to sniveling like this since he'd been caught napping instead of washing wool in the barn. He hadn't been able to sit proper for a week after that ordeal.

He eventually turned himself onto his side and curled into a ball. He wished she would just kill him already. As if it weren't bad enough that the wildlings had captured him, killed his brothers, stripped him and paraded him through the village naked and bound, and beat him several times… now they were making him think about his mother.

His head hurt almost as much as his arse. He closed his eyes, unable to take the flickering of the fire lighting up the inside of the tent any longer, and began to drift off. Maybe the Gods were feeling merciful, and he'd wake up dead.

"Little Crow?" He opened his eyes a sliver, some time later, just enough to see that the wildling woman was kneeling in front of him. "Are you alright?"

He closed his eyes and groaned. How long had it been? Why did it feel like he'd been dropped from the top of The Wall?

"I'm trying to help you, Little Crow. Why are you making it so hard?"

She reached forward to touch a lock of his sweaty hair. He shivered. Her hand moved to his forehead.

"Are you sick, Little Crow?" He sniffled in response.

"What hurts?" she asked. "Aside from the obvious."

"Everything," he croaked, squeezing his eyes shut. He could still see the flickering light of the fire through his eyelids. His head was throbbing along with it.

"Are you cold?"

"M'always cold," he mumbled.

"If I cut your feet loose, do you promise not to run?"

As if he had the strength to move at all.

"Answer me, Little Crow."

"I won't run," he whispered.

And just like that, the rope binding his feet was gone. But he was too tired to stretch his legs, much less try to escape.

"Come on, up you get." He opened his eyes just enough to see himself pulled to his knees with her assistance. And then he heard another voice.

"Anything to report?" a female voice asked. Too high-pitched. Each word felt like it was stabbing his brain.

"No dreams, just a sick crow."

"D'you need anything?" For you to stop talking, shrill creature.

"A fresh bucket of water, if you don't mind?"

"Sure!" One more word of this and his head would explode.

"Come on, Little Crow," the wildling urged again, her quiet voice much more tolerable than the other one. "That's just Lendis. She brings me things so I don't have to deal with people. Or maybe it's so they don't have to deal with me."

She didn't lead him toward the bed, but to the tent's entrance. "Where are you taking me?" he whined.

"I need you to see something." She opened the flap, just enough for him to see out of, and he was hit by a blast of cold air. "You feel that?" He nodded. "It's warm today. The sun's out. Do you see all those people?" He squinted into the blinding white and saw wildlings milling about. More wildlings than he could count. He nodded again.

"Every single one of those people are trained to kill crows. Even the little ones. From birth, we are taught that you are the enemy. Even if you were to somehow make it through them, you'd never survive the cold." She closed the opening, and Koner was plunged back into darkness. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him to face her. "I'm the only reason you're still alive, Little Crow. If you want to stay that way, you better start listening to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he croaked. He'd agree to anything if she'd just let him sleep.

"Alright." She untied the rope around his hands and tossed it to the side. "Now get your arse into bed and let me take care of you."

Just like a man; completely helpless the minute he gets a stuffy nose.

Your freshly untied crow let you put an arm around him and walk him to your bed. Even let you lay him down and cover him up and stroke his hair for a moment, while you waited for your water.

When Lendis came back with your bucket, you pulled out a roll of herbs and started making tea at the fire. You just wanted to ease his aches and let him sleep for a while. Curing him completely didn't seem to be in your best interest just yet. You'd save that concoction for emergencies.

When it was finished, you poured the tea into a cup and let it cool. You brought it to the bed, where the crow was snuggled up beneath the pile of heavy furs.

"You still alive, Little Crow?"

He whined, and you tried not to laugh. All men are the same, be they Free Folk or Crow: Big babies. All of them.

"Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

With great effort, he dragged himself into a half-sitting position and reached for the tea. You're not sure if it's because he was shivering so much, or because he wouldn't open his eyes more than a squint, but he tried twice to reach the cup and missed. He didn't try a third time.

You set the cup down and slid in to sit behind him, putting a leg on either side of him and letting his back rest against your chest. He was so weak, he didn't put up a fight. His head lolled against your shoulder. Maybe you should've gone for the miracle cure after all. You reached for the cup and brought it to his lips.

"Drink." He started with a sip, then gulped down the entire cup. "Well done, Little Crow," you whispered into his ear. You set the empty cup aside, wiggled your way out, and laid him back down.

He was snoring before you covered him back up.

Hot.

It was so hot.

Koner opened his eyes and felt sweat sting them. He was soaked. He couldn't breathe. Why was it so fucking hot?

He wiped the sweat from his face and tried to remember where he was.

Right. Beyond The Wall. Captured by wildlings.

Where's the woman? He squinted into the dark tent, scanning for her. She wasn't here.

She'd left him here, alone, in her bed, covered in furs that were burning him. He kicked them off and felt instant relief.

But it wasn't enough.

It was then that he realized he was untied.

But he didn't want to run. He didn't have the strength. He just wanted to cool down.

Koner rolled over onto his stomach and tried to crawl to his knees. He was so weak. How long had she let him sleep? How long had it been since she fed him?

With great effort, he rose to his feet and stumbled toward the tent's entrance. All he needed was to feel the cold air. He'd open it, and he'd cool down, and everything would be alright.

He opened it and recoiled as the sunlight blinded him.

But the cold air felt so fucking good.

He needed more.

He took a step forward, and then two. The crunchy snow beneath his bare feet sent a chill up his burning legs. It was wonderful. He needed more. He needed to lie down in it.

And then something hit him in the back of the head, and he fell forward. Into the snow. He closed his eyes and spread his arms and let the cold wash over him as everything faded to black.

"Stop!"

You'd turned the corner just in time to see the guard you'd left at your door hit your crow in the back of the head with the blunt end of an axe. The boy crumpled to the ground, face-first and still naked.

You rushed to his side and saw the bloody spot where he'd been hit.

And his sweat-matted hair. You'd noticed he was warm when you left to go relay a dream about men climbing a wall of ice, but he wasn't this warm. You thought you'd be back and ready to take care of him before he woke; your meeting with Norryn must've taken longer than you thought.

"He tried to escape!"

"He's burning up, he was trying to cool down!"

You didn't know this for a fact, but you'd be damned if you let anyone think your crow was trying to escape.

"Help me get him up," you ordered.

The guard set aside his axe with a grumble and picked up your crow like he was nothing. The man dropped your crow on the bed with a grunt, then stomped back to his post.

You picked up a bowl, went outside to fill it with snow, and returned to your crow's side. You left the entrance open and let the fire die down. You packed a tight snowball and placed it on the bump left by the axe, then wrapped a bit of snow in a cloth to cool his face, his neck, his chest. He moaned quietly at the sensation, but didn't open his eyes.

That's when you decided to break out the miracle cure.

You left his side to make the tea, and returned to him with a cup of steaming liquid.

"Wake up, Little Crow. I need you to drink this."

"Too hot," he whined.

"Drink it, Little Crow. It'll break your fever."

"Don't want it."

"If you drink it, I'll get more snow and cool you down again."

He made a half-hearted attempt to rise, then flopped back down onto the bed like a fish.

"Do you need me to hold you up?"

He nodded, his bloodshot eyes pleading.

You helped him up and sat behind him again, letting him lie against you as you held the cup for him. Interesting how he could make it all the way outside, but not lift a little wooden cup.

After he drained it, you set the cup aside. You'd planned on laying him back down and going to get the snow you'd promised him, but instead of moving forward so you could rise, he leaned back into you. You looked down in shock, thinking he'd passed out… but he turned his head and nuzzled his forehead into your neck.

Well that was an interesting development.

The first thing Koner noticed when he woke was that his head didn't hurt so badly anymore.

The second thing he noticed was how warm he was. Had the wildling woman decided to boil him alive after all? Was he in some giant human-sized pot? If this was boiling to death, he supposed it wasn't a bad way to go. It actually felt quite nice.

Then he noticed a strange weight around his waist, and curiosity dragged him out of his sleepy fog. He opened his eyes and saw the fire still blazing. He lifted the fur that had been pulled up to his neck and looked down at his bare body.

There was an arm wrapped around his middle. He slowly turned his head to look back. It was the wildling woman. He was literally being held captive by the wildling woman. Before his brain could process his situation, she inhaled deeply and moved closer, splaying her hand across his belly.

"You awake, Little Crow?"

He tensed, but didn't answer.

"I felt that," she chuckled. "How's your head?"

"Better," he mumbled, knowing he'd been caught.

"Good," she said. "And the rest of you?"

He hadn't thought about the rest of him. Last night - was it just last night, or was it weeks ago? - his whole body had ached. But now, stretching each limb to test it, he was surprised to find that his pain had subsided.

"Better," he said again, a little more confident this time.

"Good," she repeated. "Are you hungry?"

His stomach growled beneath her hand, and she laughed. He could feel her body shake against his. He hadn't been this close to another person since he left home, where he was still sharing a bed with three younger brothers. This didn't feel anything at all like that.

She released him and stretched with a groan. He watched her step over him and approach the fire, stoking it and moving buckets and bowls around. He made no move to join her, content in just lying there and watching.

Soon, she brought him a bowl of something steaming. It smelled like nature, and fire, and comfort.

"You think you can manage, or would you like me to feed you again?" She smirked. Vague memories of her holding him rushed back, and he blushed, sitting up to take the bowl from her.

He drained the soup in record time, ready for more. He looked at his empty bowl, and then at her, not daring to ask. She understood.

"Soon, Little Crow. It's been a while since you've had real food, you should take it slow."

He sighed in disappointment, and she took the bowl back to the fire. She stoked it again, and the flames lit up her eyes like an animal in the night. But he wasn't afraid. Not anymore.

He tried to stifle a yawn, but she noticed.

"Still sleepy, Little Crow?"

He nodded, and she smiled at him.

"Sleeping is healing. Go on, lie back down, you can have another bowl of soup when you wake."

Koner didn't need to be told twice.

The next time he woke, she was sitting by the fire with a heap of something in her lap. She was bent over it, struggling to see in the flickering light, and her hands moved quickly. Was she… was she sewing? Did wildlings sew?

"Are you sewing?" he croaked, licking his dry lips.

She jumped in surprise and dropped something into her lap. She reached for it and held up what looked like a large needle in one hand, and then… the pants that the jagged-toothed bastard had cut off of him in the other.

"Thought you might like to wear clothes again someday," she winked, tying off the thread. "Unless you're still set on being eaten. Don't think you'll need clothes for that."

He scrunched his nose at her, and she laughed.

"Ready for more soup?"

He nodded eagerly, and she filled his bowl again. This time, he came to join her… still trying to cover his bits with his hand.

"Here you go, shy maiden," she teased, holding out his freshly-stitched trousers. He pulled them on gratefully. "Stitching's not great, but it'll do for now."

"Thank you," he mumbled, plopping down on the floor next to her. She handed him the soup, and he held it below his nose and inhaled deeply before taking his first sip.

This bowl was even better than the first.

He slurped away happily as she started stitching his cloak.

"We'll get you a new one of these soon," she began. "Black's not your color anymore." She glanced up to check for a reaction, then back down at the cloak when he didn't give her one. "If you're feeling up to it, maybe we could take a walk tomorrow? You've been cooped up in here for days."

"Am I your prisoner?" The question fell from his lips before he could stop it.

She put down the needle and looked at him. "No, Little Crow."

"What am I?" he asked cautiously.

"What do you want to be?"

He had to think about it.

"I don't know," he finally answered.

"Did you like being a crow?" she asked, returning her attention to the cloak in her lap.

He hated it. Everyone was surly, all the time. It was hard, and cold, and lonely work. The officers frequented the Mole's Town taverns, but if anyone of Koner's rank had been discovered breaking vows and consorting with whores, they'd be sorry. He'd have been better off staying at home, letting his mother make him miserable.

"No," he mumbled.

"Then why do it?"

"Needed work. Thought it'd be easier in the Night's Watch."

"How?"

Why did she keep asking questions he didn't know the answer to? He had to think about this one as well.

"The Night's Watch only has one enemy."

"And who would that be, Little Crow?" She put down her needle and gave him a hard stare.

He looked at her sheepishly.

"Do you still see me as your enemy?"

The realization came as a great surprise to him, but he didn't. She'd saved his life, fed him, nursed him back to health, mended his clothes. She'd only hurt him after he'd hurt her. He suddenly felt quite guilty about being such a nuisance.

He shook his head. She cocked hers and smiled.

"What's your name, Little Crow? We've been fighting each other and your fever for so long, we've never really been introduced."

"Koner."

"Koner," she repeated, taking her time with each syllable. He quite liked the sound of his name coming from her lips.

She introduced herself, and he repeated her name back to her. She appeared to like the sound of him speaking her name, too.

You woke with a gasp.

Dead men. Dead men everywhere. Dead men with icy blue eyes. In the mountains. Definitely in the mountains. But which ones?

"What's wrong?"

You shushed the boy lying beside you and tried to focus on the mountains. No sun; just snow swirling around hundreds of bodies.

"Are you alright?"

You reached out and clamped your hand over his mouth, trying to remember the dream.

Three sets of jagged peaks that looked as though they might slice through the clouds if they dared to drift too low: The Widows.

"I have to go," you mumbled, hopping out of bed and pulling on a heavy coat. "Stay here."

You rushed out into the cold night air to relay your dream to Norryn.

When you returned, your little crow was waiting for you with a curious expression. You dropped your coat and crawled back into bed, resisting the urge to snuggle close and let him warm you up. You laid on your side, and he turned to face you. Your faces were inches apart.

"I'm sorry," you said. "When I have dreams, I have to remember them as best I can as soon as they're over, or else they get lost before I can report them to Norryn. And if I have no dreams to report… then what good am I?"

He looked at you sympathetically.

"What was it about?" he asked.

You'd only just convinced him that you weren't going to eat him, no way you were going to tell him about the army of dead men tonight.

"Nothing you need to worry about," you smiled. "Go back to sleep, Little Crow."

You closed your eyes and saw the icy blue orbs of a dead man staring back at you. Your frightened green eyes shot open to meet a pair of warm brown ones.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I don't want to go back to sleep," you admitted.

"Me either," he said. "Feel like I've been sleeping for a month straight."

"It was only a few days," you assured him, "and look at you now. Bright-eyed and gulping down soup by the bucketful."

He narrowed his eyes, and you smiled.

"What was your life like before you became a crow?" you asked curiously.

"Boring," he answers, looking irritated. "Father raised sheep. Mother raised children. Same as everyone else."

"Your everyone else is different than my everyone else," you reminded him. His face softened.

"It was boring work. Honest, but boring. You feed them, you shear them - remove the hair - you use what you can and sell what you can't. When I wasn't tending sheep, I was looking after my six brothers and sisters."

"Six?" you asked in surprise.

"Three boys and three girls."

"And you were the oldest?" He nodded. "Does that mean you were the favorite?" He barked out a bitter laugh.

"My real mother died giving birth to me," he said slowly. "Then my father married her sister, so he wouldn't have to take care of a screaming baby on his own. He never admitted it himself, but they both blamed me for it. She reminded me every day."

You wanted to hold him so badly, your arms ached.

"I left eventually. Became a guard at Winterfell. Lived in the barracks and even earned a little coin. It was nice for a few months, being on my own, having a little respect… then I went home to help with the shearing, and by the time I came back, the castle was in ruins. The only things left were ashes and flayed men."

"What are flayed men?" you asked.

"People who've had their skin peeled off."

Your eyes widened in horror.

"They do it while you're still alive. Until you're dead, or it's all gone."

"And you thought we were the savages?"

He reached for your hand beneath the covers and squeezed it.

"I didn't know where else to go; the family I served was all gone, and everyone other house seemed to be at war with each other. I was afraid I'd be seen a deserter, and the same fate would await me. I couldn't go home, so I went north to join the Night's Watch. My family probably thinks me a coward for running away. Or thinks I'm dead. I don't know which is worse." He swiped at his eyes, and your heart hurt for him. What person with half a brain wouldn't be afraid of getting skinned alive?

"You're alive."

He blinked at you through tears threatening to fall.

"You're alive, and you're free," you continued. "You're in a warm bed, with a full belly, in a place where no one gives you orders or peels the flesh from your bones. You have a chance to live your own life, the way you want to live it." You paused to swallow, throat suddenly dry. "You don't have to stay with me, Little Crow. But if you do, know that I'll always take care of you. I'll fight to my last breath to keep you safe. I swear it."

His tears spilled, and you reached out to cup his cheek. He turned his head and kissed your palm. Your heart swelled at the sweet gesture, and you leaned forward to give him a real kiss. It started with a light peck, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he kissed back with hunger. You reveled in the taste of his lips, salty from the tears he'd shed. He pulled you closer, and you felt the stiffness behind his pants press into your thigh. He tried to subtly grind it against you, and you smiled into his kiss. Sweet, desperate boy.

You pushed him onto his back and hopped on top of him, straddling his waist and looking down into his dark eyes with a grin.

"You ever been with a girl before, Little Crow?" you asked with a twitch of your hips.

"Just a Winterfell whore," he groaned, digging his fingers into your thighs. You took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head, and his eyes widened.

"And what did this Winterfell whore do to you?" you asked curiously.

"Used her hand. And her mouth. For coin."

"You've never been inside a girl before, Little Crow?" You smirked.

"No," he hissed, bucking beneath you in search of friction. You tightened your knees around his hips to hold him still.

"Then I must warn you, Little Crow," you said, looking down at him sternly. "Once you've been with one of us, one of them will never be able to satisfy you."

"Please," he begged, chest heaving. You let go of his wrists, and they came to hold your face, pulling you back down to meet his lips. You smiled into his mouth as your fingers fumbled with the laces of his breeches. He'd never think about trying to escape from here again when you were done with him.

Heaven was between a woman's legs.

Koner laid stunned, on his back, trying to catch his breath after a fourth round of the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced.

The wildling woman lay next to him, watching him with her head propped up on the palm of her hand. She traced her fingers over his bare chest, still slick with sweat. It was an exhausting activity, but well worth the effort.

"What are you thinking about, Little Crow?"

"Every decision I've ever made."

She chuckled. "Why?"

"It led me to you."

"Aww," she cooed, leaning over to kiss his forehead. He'd kill a man for a chance at one more kiss from her. He couldn't believe that this woman, who he'd only just met, already had him wrapped around her finger like this.

Instead of letting her return to her previous position, he chased the feeling of her lips. He turned onto his side and rolled closer to her, burying his face in the valley between her breasts. She held him to her, and kissed the top of his head. He would never tire of this.

She stroked her hand up and down his back, and he melted into her. No one had ever touched him like this before. No one had ever taken care of him, or fed him, or held him, or kissed him, or showed him such unbelievable pleasure. For the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged somewhere. With someone.

And then, a thought occurred to him.

"You said you saw me before."

"Hm?" she hummed into his hair.

"When we first met, you said you saw me before. In a dream."

"I did," she confirmed, scratching lightly at his scalp. If she kept this up, it'd put him to sleep before he got an answer. He pulled out of his comfortable position to look into her eyes.

"Was it true?"

She smiled at him in a way that made his heart flutter.

"What would you prefer, Little Crow; that the gods decided our fates for us, before we even met? Or that a lonely dreamer saw a scared little crow shivering on a mountaintop and thought that one day, they might learn to love each other?"

He furrowed his brow and thought about it for a moment.

"Would you like to know what I think?" she asked. He nodded. "I think that you're mine." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "And I'm yours." And then his nose. "And that's all that matters." She gave him a soft kiss on the lips and pulled back to wait for a response.

Koner considered this too, and a grin grew on his face.

"Come here, Little Crow," she smiled, holding her arms out to him. He wrapped himself around her and sighed happily into her warm skin.

She was right. This was all that mattered.

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 6 months

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Rarepair Halloween Story PT-1

Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: witchcraft

Disclaimer: this part has chapter 6 spoilers.

It was the end of the winter holiday and Idia was grumbling, cussing as he was carefully taking apart the pure white petals of a flower. Not just any flower, with the crystal blue stem and the slight glow of the petals, Idia was taking apart a moon flower, plant which only blooms when the moon is full.

Carefully removing the last petal, Idia crushed the remaining of the flower, a special machine turning it into a slimy liquid, while the petals were made a snowy powder, which sparkled slightly under the dim lights of the laboratory.

Idia seemed happy. If this actually works, he might have discovered something revolutionary. Moonflowers were used in aincent times for curing ill mages. And by ill, it meant the unfortunate souls who were on the verge of overBlot. How they were used was lost to time, but Idia was trying to figure that out right now.

Maybe a bit of this? Or perhaps would it be good raw? Idia didn't knew, but he had only 1 moonflower and this was his last day before leaving back to NRC. He should abuse of his time at STIX to get to the bottom of this!

The door tho, opened, making Idia to jolt in surprise. Thankfully, nothing was damaged, yet the fire head did look at the newcomer. It was Ortho, who holded a small tray on which a sandwich and a glass of water were put. "Big brother... You should take a break..." Ortho mumbled as he set the tray gently, next to Idia's computer. "You've been working since this morning on research. Idia only rolled his eyes and groaned, but the robot boy fixated him with a glare. "Mom's orders." grumbling even more, Idia yanked a glass in Which blot was, pouring the entire of the petals powder inside and mixing it with a glass wand as he made his way and plopped on the chair from his computer desk.

"If this..." Idia showed to Ortho the said glass with the new blot mixture. "Turns colors, then I'll continue my research..." "And if not?" "I guess I will have to take a break." both Idia and Ortho's gazes were fixated on the said glass.

For a second, the blot seemed to agitate without Idia mixing it. A small layer of iredecent color formed atop the liquid, yet no change in color. Ortho happily cheered as Idia grumbled and set the glass on the table. "I win! You take a break! And call your boyfriends while at it! I'm sure they want to hear about what you've been up to..." Ortho cheerfully said, before leaving the room and closing the door, presumably to inform Mrs Shroud about his successful mission.

Idia looked at the sandwich. Ortho will assume he didn't take any break if he didn't eat all of it. It wasn't that big, but it did look quite nice. No doubt Ortho put all of his little android love while making it. Today it must've been one of those days when Ortho tries to make food.

Grabbing the sandwich, Idia fished his phone out of his pocket and put it on speed dial. The device rung a few times as Idia took a few bites of the sandwich. It was, surprisingly good. Ortho wasn't a good cook, as many things in cooking were determined by taste, which ortho didn't have, but Idia was confident he could trust his brother with things such as making a sandwich. A good sandwich at that.

"Hello? Idia!" "Greetings..." Idia creaked a smile as he heard the 2 voices on the other end. "Hey... What are you up to? Thought I would check in on you 2." the firehead mused as he was tapping at his computer, writing his research results in. A frown settled on Idia's features as he realised he was running in circles with this.

"Oh, Idia... It was an absolute disaster." Azul whined. "It couldn't have been that bad. Wasn't like... The whole scarabia and Malleus in there with you?" "Darling... Apparently an overBlot occurred." "He threw me across the desert, Idia!" Azul again dramatically whined. Idia could bet that Malleus was patting the octomer on the back and cuddling with him, if, by chance the, 2 were in a bed.

Idia tho, almost choked on his sandwich. "SAY WUT?! Malleus! Where the fuck were you during that?!" "At Diasomnia... I wasn't aware of Scarabia's situation." The Fae mused. Idia took in a deep breath. "At least none of you was hurt really bad?" "thankfully no... Malleus healed the scratches I had." Azul mused.

Idia figured it was a down mood. He couldn't just say that he 'played video games' all the holiday, so he did the next best thing.

"Hey... Tomorrow I will come back there... I'm sure things will be figured out then..." "Darling... Azul made me promise to not tell anyone about the scarabia incident. Perhaps this will apply to you too." Idia nodded. Even better if the masses won't know. "Sure, sure... My lips are sealed." He mused, noticing that he finished his sandwich. With a little itch in his throat, Idia mindlessly grabbed a glass and drank it, his gaze focused solely on the computer screen, where he was writing in Jamil's name on a list of the overblots in NRC. It was the 4th overBlot and bearly half a school year passed. Something was up with NRC and it won't take long until STIX would mingle in with it.

"But... When I come back... We can have a sleepover..." He suggested, smiling as he heard Malleus's happy sounds. A sleepover meant that he was invited to it, so naturally Malleus would be excited. "It sounds lovely..." The Fae replied, although Idia couldn't help but laugh a bit when Malleus tried to mask his excitement. "He's seconds away from jumping on the bed..." Azul cleared it out in the phone. "Glad he's looking forward to it, what about you, zuzu?" "I believe that I am looking forward to seeing you again, this time in flesh and bones."

Idia had a hate-love relationship when it comes to calls with his boyfriends. On one hand, it was absolutely maddening to hear their voices, yet them being oh so far away. They could talk endlessly about anything and everything, which almost made Idia to feel like he was there, in their embrace. Malleus playing with his hair as Azul was gently hugging him, feeling as if it was a soft blanket rather than a pair of quite strong arms.

But he wasn't there. And the worst part of all, Idia was getting distracted to the point he talked with the 2 for hours on the phone. His break was prolonged until Azul noticed the late hour.

"Darling... We'll leave you to pack your things... It's pretty late..." "Pack my things..." Idia ghosted his lips, realisation sinking in. Eyes as big as plates and firehead swishing around in the new panicked mood, Idia jolted from his seat.

He didn't pack anything!

"Yeah! I still have a few teeny tiny things to pack..." "I believe that this reply implies that you did not pack anything." Malleus pointed out. Damn, he was good. "Idia... Come on now..." Azul exhaled. "At least, don't stay up all night with packing... You need to sleep." The octomer mused. Idia dumbly nodded. "Yep... I'll catch some Zs too... Promise..." He puffed up. On the other end, the other 2 seemed to creak some small laughs. "Fine... As you wish... We'll leave you to do your packing. Goodnight, Idia..." Azul mused. "Night, you 2..." Idia breathed out, although the smile on his face was betraying his supposed to be tired tone. "Goodnight, dear." Malleus also greeted as well, before Azul most likely ended the call.

Idia exhaled as he put back in his pocket the phone. He just leaved the lab in a hurry, telling ortho to finish cleaning for him while Idia was packing up his things.

Ortho, naturally, entered the lab. On the table, there was the sandwichless tray. The computer was still open, so Ortho turned it off, not before saving all of Idia's files manually. Humming a small tune, Ortho noticed the report regarding the Moonflower and blot.

'I was unsuccessful at creating a reaction, even so, this sample has to be disposed of, in case the moonflower petals might have a reactions with other agents.'

That must've explained the lack of blot in the lab glass. Ortho could just make a mental image of Idia waddling angrily towards the trashcan and pouring out the whole damn thing. Really when he was tired, his brother had some extreme and somewhat funny reactions. Hiding in a laugh, Ortho cleaned off the said glass and set it next to other empty lab bottles. Grabbing the tray, Ortho closed in the lab for the day and made his way through STIX.

Although, the android couldn't help to frown a bit as he looked at the tray. Yes, the sandwich was missing, sign that Idia ate it, judging from the crumbs on the floor and seat.

But the glass of water was untouched.

Next part

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst malleus #twst idia #twst azul #azul x idia x malleus #Twst rarepair Halloween #Wooop! The first part!#It's not really jumping into the actual theme of the story...#But ya know... Setting off an overall mood is essential :3c

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Bears and Bees: A love story without an ending.

Part 2

“If you have someone you think is the one, take them and travel around the world. Buy a plane ticket for the two of you to travel all over the world, to places that are hard to reach and hard to get out of. And when you land at JFK and you're still in love with that person, get married.”

- Bill Murray

For Belen, the star that guided me so far.

When I saw her again, I was a little out of my element. Gone were my snowy hills and chilly winds, instead greeted by hot sun year round and miles of desert. She mentioned when she first flew over to me, it was a surreal experience because all of a sudden in the horizon she could see trees and green as far as the eye could see, just as well I saw dirt and flatland on my way to her. Truly two different spots, it really is an oddity that we had so much between each other we could relate to. Kindred spirits know no bounds I suppose.

So there I was finally, in a hot airport with her mother photographing a moment of pure bliss, and from there a vacation began. I got to spend my time with my beloved in her every day life, making lazy days around the house mean something and enjoying every sight she had to show me. I recall some nice bonding over all the different types of food, sharing our meals was always a special time. I always thought she was stunning, to even with plum sauce on her face. Without disclosing too much however, things couldn't be great forever.

Suddenly, we were thrust into a situation where we were without a place to stay, and at that moment in time, without a plan. The one thing we had however, was each other, it was all like some distant dream, that's not to say it was an optimal experience, however it was so otherworldly. The experience was something I thought I would never have to go through. I still remember the sunny weather, and the constant walking, we didn't eat, didn't stop unless we had to, and the only thing to keep us calm was the idea of getting somewhere better together. In that moment in time, I think the only thing I could count on was her, and the only thing she could count on was me.

In that period of time when we were on the road, we were shown the deepest extent of human kindness. Hotels took pity on us and gave us discounted rates that we would not be allowed to get otherwise, and perhaps even greater; a complete stranger took us in and gave us a ride and food and even a place to stay free of charge. She was the greatest help to us, ever second being under her wing is burned into my brain, I still remember when me and my Bee cried in front of her being overwhelmed with how charitable she was being. Her name was Diana, I remember that she drove us to different shops to try and sell my Bee's things, they had value and couldn't simply toss them in the trash. She had a mother in a facility since she was Ill, we went to visit her and in that moment I remember how dark it was, her elderly mother's quiet voice and how even sweeter she was to her. My Bee was always very empathetic to situations like this, having lost her grandfather years ago. I felt her compassionate heart, it always hurt me to see her sad like that, she always made me more aware of the feelings of others. The last we saw of Diana was on a hot morning, we took our bags, My bee went in for one last shift of work and I waited for us to make our next move.

What a cruel situation for her, I took the burden of action, but she lost so much. How do you explain to work "I have nowhere to go and need to run away?" How do you give up the idea of a continuing education, everything you tried to build? She was sweet, nuturing, but also strong. Without doubt, I fell in love with a badass. One truth is certain though, even badasses need support, and if that's all I could do, then I was going to do it.

I recall taking one long Uber ride to San Diego, we thought maybe we could grab some plane tickets and head on over home. Get some rest and plan for the future. On the way, we met a kind driver, he cut our fare very early after talking to us. He listened to all of Bee's problems and worries and did nothing but reassure her. This man felt just like what we needed, his name was Jose, and his past was as colorful as our current adventure. It's funny, when I think back I can't help but smile at how much these people put on the line and did for us. Jose bought us some food and left us at the airport, it was a sad goodbye, like all of the ones we had to say, but he assured us that our youth was something we could use to get through our lives without worries. Any sort of troubles we faced or bad things we did, would fade with time. At least we had each other, Jose knew his shit.

Despite the high we felt, trouble found us. Turns out buying tickets at a counter isn't something you can do easily do like we thought. Our plan came apart, and it was most disheartening to talk to employees at the counter with Bee coming to tears, while they barely pay attention and talk about their weekends with each other. The information desk employee in the center of the airport was much more compassionate. She walked all around the airport, and held authority and confidence when we were so weak. It was late at night, we were tired, Bee was exasperated and had no idea what to do. Worse yet, it was her birthday and the best she got was Taco Bell in a shady motel with friends on the tv.

The next morning, we made our way to town where no one spoke English, but luckily I spoke their language. We were scared, alone, and unsure. All I could tell Bee was that we'd be okay, in a way, I wanted to believe it too. From there, we embarked on a roadtrip lasting over day, I believe it was around 36 hours. We saw so much of the country, just me and Bee, travelling the west coast sitting next to each other around people we've never met before. It was a new experience for sure, but like any new experience, it was made easier by having each other. It's strange, we became so familiar with everyone on this long trip, I remember at one point at a station stop, the other passengers made sure we were there too, holding up the bus for us. It's almost so foreign to remember a time when people were so nice, but we slowly gained more hope the more we went. The end of the trip was near once we got more north, it started getting colder and different flora and fauna were in our eyes. It's strange, when we left our first stop the bus was so packed, and by the time we reached our final destination we were no longer in the hot sun, it was the quiet echoes of night, the moon guiding our way, and we stepped off into a station with no one in it. When I got out the station, I half expected my family not to show up to give us a ride home, but thank god, fate came through and we were in the company of good people. Not every story ends with riding off in the night, for that one moment we thought we were home free. We had no idea was coming our way, we weren't nearly done working for the future, in fact, things were about to get a lot harder. The trip changed us, hardened us, maybe we needed that for the coming challenges we faced. For what it's worth though, I'm glad that we had one moment to believe, it was going to be okay.

#writing #romance #love #heartbreak #travel #bears and bees

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