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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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OTP PARENT HEADCANONS PART 2

Because I'm bored.

And I want to give myself some serotonin.

And because I've put this off for a long time😅

RED QUEEN:

Shade and Coriane were never afraid of monsters under their beds because Cal would "scare them away" with a really bright flashlight.

Both children have a little bit of buidling and tinkering in them. Shade showed it by switching out lightbulbs and pointed out the ones he was putting in would be better at being adjusted than the ones before and Coriane showed it by fixing a clock.

Mare isn't exactly the best at cooking, but she's at least better than Cal. And her mother; sorry, Ruth.

Both children are excellent swimmers, much to Cal's chagrin.

Coriane remembers meeting her great Nanabel, and the smile she had at the sight of her great granddaughter.

Shade didn't really have a chance to meet her.

Both children wish they could have met their uncle on their mother's side and uncle, grandfather, and grandmother on their father's side.

Both Samos siblings are allowed to see the children, and neither of the children were excited; they'd heard "scary stories" about them and their father, who sounds scary; no, Cal didn't make it clear that Volo was dead, all he said was the Samos patriarch had fallen down and didn't get up, so they assumed that meant he couldn't use his arms anymore.

They were all pretty surprised to meet each other.

Ptolemus was more like a fun uncle than the berserker they all knew.

He did explain that Volo did indeed fall, but couldn't get up because of how high he fell.

The electricons love how entertained the children are with their lightning abilities.

Tyton is a pretty good babysitter. Coriane is allowed to stay up, but only after Shade has gone to bed.

Kilorn is not allowed to teach either child how to swim; there was an 'incident' where Cal tried to be brave and go swimming and Kilorn scared the living hell out of him.

That's fine because neither children like swimming.

Yes. Just because the children are good at swimming doesn't mean they enjoy it.

Mare has told Gisa she doesn't need to make the children outfits, but Gisa did it anyway because she loves her niece and nephew.

The court ettique stuck with Cal, which has led to him raising the children to be very formal.

SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL(I'm naming Tedros and Agatha's son Anthony):

Both parents were kind of scared Anthony was mute because he didn't start talking until he was nearly a year old. He's not mute, he just doesn't talk much.

You have to catch him at just the right moment. Anthony is completely silent around large crowds or assemblies, but with his parents he's half of a chatterbox, at least.

Anthony and Agatha can have full conversations with nothing but facial expressions.

Tedros had a hard time getting Anthony to open up to him, and decided to give the boy space for a little bit.

It was absolutely worth it for the heart to heart they had.

Hester and Anadil hate kids, but Agatha's and Tedros's little demon spawn is the only exception to that statement.

Anadil was won over by how he didn't cry and even 'said' how her rats were cute.

Hester, however, only warmed up to him when she spent a longer time with him, and after getting a chance to watch him because Aunt Sophie kept stepping in.

On one such occasion, where Anthony was surprised by Hester's watching him, the boy was overjoyed to see her, hugging her closely. He then backed up and stepped back, giving her a wave and smile. As she understood his silence better than Sophie, Hester wrote to him on a paper, 'Did you miss me THAT much?' Anthony nodded and wrote back, 'Yes!'

Sophie is not a helicopter aunt, but she loves Anthony a bit too much for his liking.

She NEVER talks about how she'd been hoping he was a girl.

Anthony isn't a fan of pink, but he doesn't hate it. Pastel is fine. Anything more vibrant makes him puke.

Both Tedros and Agatha were surprised to see how good Anthony was on horse back.

Heart attack angst moment: A former supporter of Rhian and Japeth snuck into the castle and made an assassination attempt on the royal family, more specifically Anthony. Tedros threw his son behind him and drew hus sword and Agatha shot a spell at him and proceeded to tackle him to the ground, not caring about her dress or the fact that the assailant was still armed.

Anthony colud not watch the execution because he hates bloodshed. He's a vegetarian/vegan and tries to eat as little meat as possible because he often spends time in the stables and around animals.

Agatha and Tedros are aware of this and are okay with it, though Tedros has him eat a single steak for dinner and teo eggs for breakfast once a month on seperate occasions, just so he doesn't lack any iron or protein.

To clarify, by separate occasions, I mean that Anthony will eat the steak one day and the eggs later another day within the month. After that, he can indulge in as much vegan/vegetarian food as he wants.

Have fun trying to convince Tedros and Agatha to let him attend the SGE; it's not that they have unpleasant memories, they just want him to try and have as normal of a life as possible.

On a walk, and when the Tagatha child was a teen, Tedros noticed some girls trying to flirt with Anthony and that his son barely reciprocated their actions. He pointed out that they were showing an interest in him, and Anthony admitted that he knew and he just didn't really feel the same way; he didn't exactly see why they were so flirty when he didn't feel like giving it back to them.

NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS(The triplets I'm naming Jacob, the eldest boy, Luna, the middle girl, and Daemon, the youngest boy):

Jacob is 98% the triplets' father; he'd be a spitting image if it weren't for his mop of hair, he's sharp as a whip, but still puts the E in idiot(please tell me you git that Jenna Marbles reference!!!).

Luna is arguably the smartest, but good luck getting a, 'you don't say' out of her. She won't tell you she's smarter than you, she will show you. Good thing Jack and Sally keep her in check.

Daemon is the family's "underdog." He has the last minute, 'this will work,' Jack Sparrow plans. He's quiet, he sews, he sings, and if he's not trailing behind Jack, Sally, or his siblings, he's probably touching up his clothes.

Jacob was the idiot kid that got electrocuted to the point his red hair turned black. He barely remembers it, but now all he tastes is cold peanut butter. Daemon has often suggested and offered to do it again, but Luna stops him. Pro: he's spending more time with Luna and Jacob is safe. Con: he's spending time with LUNA and Jacob still doesn't remember.

Jacob, as the oldest, attends 'meetings' with Jack and the Mayor. It doesn't bore him, he just gets tired of the Mayor's whining.

Jacob doesn't get Christmas. Luna has the basic idea of it. Daemon is the only one that understands, but doesn't explain it fully out of spite; Jacob called him scatter brained because of an incident where, at the table, a cockroach crawled out of his eye socket.

Daemon is the only one of his siblings to have eyes.

Even though she's literal bone, Luna has stitches that are very close to Sally's.

Neither Jack nor Sally have nicknames for the children, besides terms of endearment.

You know you're in trouble when Jack looks at you and looks ready to dig your grave himself.

All three triplets have Jack's fire power, but no one's gotten hurt because of it, even though Jacob and Daemon had one close call.

Neither parent would ever even dream of raising a hand against the children.

It's safe to say that Luna and Sally use common sense the most out of all five of the family members.

Daemon smells like pumpkin and cinnamon. He finds both himself, cinnamon bark and small, apple-esque pumpkins, and eats them like skittles and popcorn.

Another result of the electrocution, Jacob is hard of hearing where is left ear would be, if he had ears. He can't hear at all in the "ear." Not even a ringing sound.

The only reason Jacob doesn't like something is because he doesn't get it. At all.

Luna sees the glass as half full, Daemon sees the glass as half empty, and wonder if it belongs to someone who drank out of said glass, hence its being hald empty, and Jacob just sees a glass of water, now can he just drink the rest?

Luna, the best with herbs, has poisoned her brothers. Sally found out and she was grounded.

Daemon, to see how much he could take, dived off the roof of Dr. Finkelstein's tower. It took Jack, Sally, Luna, Jacob, and Zero all day to collect all of him. He was grounded and locked in his room.

Jacob got grounded for a few things: setting his sister on fire(no one knows who started that fight.), hiding in a morgue to scare people only to end up falling asleep, even as they tried to cremate him, and then waking up in front of the humans, pretending to be one of the hanging men on The Hanging Tree, and dancing on top of the tallest Pyramid in Egypt.

The children do misbehave sometimes, but their parents love them.

Jack and Jacob don't see eye to eye exactly, but they still get each other.

Luna loves both her brothers, but she will hang out with Daemon more than Jacob.

Daemon has a lot of glow sticks he collected and they all still glow when it gets dark. Jacob used his thinking cap and had a moment of big brain time, and drank some of the glow stick juice.

One more thing he got in trouble for.

Daemon also got in trouble, but he was allowed to keep his glow sticks.

Luna is a good singer, Daemon is a great dancer, and Jacob is the best at succeeding their father

#red queen #school for good and evil #nightmare before christmas #marecal #tagatha #jack x sally #tiberias calore vii #mare barrow #sge tedros #tedros of camelot #sge agatha #agatha of woods beyond #jack skellington

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Farewell Revenge - pt. 9

A/N: The reader and James give me sorts of Rachel and Ross vibes on this gif cuz like.... look 🥺 Anyways I need magnesium and protein because my whole body muscles are in so much pain from the workout. This is getting so good but so slow it’s making me so frustrated.

Sirius was watching you from the other side of the couch. You were crouched in the opposite corner, holding a pencil and scribbling into paper as you read from the book in front.

He pretended to read the magazine but his eyes continued to peek from it, watching you with anxiety. He lowered the magazine and licked his lips. “I hooked up with Poppy from Hufflepuff.” he blurted out, lowering the magazine on his nose and watching you with wide eyes.

Both you and Remus looked up and exchanged glances. “Uh...” you shrugged and put the pencil on the parchment. “Good for you?” you looked back at Remus, who only snorted and got back to his own parchment, scribbling down with his pen.

Sirius continued to watch you, observe every movement.

You watched him perplexed. You didn’t know why he told you that, nor why was he staring at you so creeply. Giving him an awkward smile, you grabbed back the pencil and focused on your paper.

Sirius put up back the magazine, his eyes occasionaly lurking from the top of it. He watched you and he had no bloody idea why he was doing that. He just liked seeing you with your hair tightly wrapped in a bun and your lower lip bitten by your front two teeth.

“That’s hot.” he seemed to blurt out, realizing what he had done and quickly burrying into a magazine. “Really hot.” he tried to play along, smiling into the magazine as there was something worth saying the word ‘hot’ for.

You looked up and found him grinning into the magazine. With a roll of your eyes, you brushed it off and focused back on it.

Remus on the other hand kept his eyes suspiciously on Sirius, throwing his pencil between his fingers as he bit the inner cheek. He wanted to say something- something to confirm his suspicion but the view of his other collegue took his breath away.

“Been looking for you lot.” he beamed and went to your side, kissing your cheek. “How are you, Love?” he pressed his forehead on the side of yours and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m fin-” you stopped, taking a closer look at your boyfriend. “What’s this?” you laughed, touching his neatly combed hair as he made his way to the couch, sitting next to you and having a nasty wave of sweet, cheap cologne enter your nostrills.

Sirius let out a caugh, the scent getting caught in his throat. “Bloody hell, mate. What in the Godric’s hat did you put on yourself?”

“You not fancy it?” he smirked, trying to slick back his hair.

“Oh, God. No.” you let out a giggle, putting away the books and the paper as you approached him. “You look like- I- this isn’t you, James.” you dug your hand into his hair and finding it stuck in there. “Did you put gel in it?” you continued to laugh, pulling out your hand.

“I thought it might look sexy. Try some new things.” he started to lose his confidence, slicking down his hair again.

“Become a mailman?” Remus teased and James shot him a glare.

“Please take a shower, Prongs.”

“I did take a shower!” James started to get a bit more snappy and you knew something wasn’t right.

You forced your nostrills to get used to the horrible sweet scent of the cologne and you gently dragged the tips of your nails along his hair to his ear. “If you like it, I like it.” you smiled, finding him smiling back but finding that smile quite faint.

You let out a shudder and rubbed your arms. “Oh, it’s sort of cold here. Do you mind I go get one of your sweaters?”

“Yeah, sure.” he stood up and took a hold of your hand, taking you to his dorm with him.

Sirius eyes kept tracking you; up the stairs and around the corner. His eyes lingered a bit more on the ghost of you.

Remus, however, kept his track of focus on someone as well. Sirius. He cleared his throat and leaned back. “Why didn’t you give her the sweater?” he asked casually.

Sirius’ head snapped to his friend and looked down on his black sweater. “Uh- why... why would I give her my sweater?” he tried to laugh but Remus could see right through him.

“I dunno.” he shrgged, hiding the fact that he saw Sirius grabbing his sweater as soon as you shuddered next to James. He was prepared to give you his sweater. Why? - “But it was probably an excuse to go snog in our dorm.” Remus continued and Sirius scoffed, trying to ignore the fact his heart wasn’t really pleased with that image in his head.

“They’re together. As long as they don’t do anything on my bed-”

“Who’s that girl James is with?” another voice popped next to Sirius and both boys looked at the red-head who plopped herself on the sofa next to them.

“(y/n)?” Remus quirked an eyebrow. Why does he suddenly feel like this is about to get ten times more interesting.

“She’s his girlfriend.” Sirius quirked an eyebrow as well, smiling enough to keep the bitter tone hidden.

The red-head, Lily, sinked into the cushons with a frown on her lips. “Oh..” she said.

“Didn’t think he’d chase after you forever, did you love?” Sirius grinned, teasing her a bit.

“What?!” she was completely baffled, too loud of a reply, to big of a lie to follow. “I was never interested in him in the first place!” she stood up, crossing her arms as both Remus and Sirius shared the same amused shimmer in their eyes. “They won’t last anyway.” she finished and stormed away.

Sirius looked at Remus, Remus back at Sirius and both of their grins spread wider. “How the tables have turned.” Sirius laughed and Remus followed.

“Reckon she’ll try something to break them apart?”

“Who? (y/n) and James?” Sirius asked, a truer smile to the idea appearing on his lips. “She wouldn’t dare. She’d prove the opposite of what she wanted everybody to know.”

“Which is?”

“That she had fancied James all this time.”

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You closed the door behind you as he walked to the warderobe, surfing for a sweater.

“You didn’t spray them with the cologne too, did you?” you joked as he pulled one out and started walking to you.

He wanted to say something, smiling to your little tease but couldn’t help to hug his stomach and look away. Why did he feel like this? Why didn’t he feel confident anymore? What happened? Why was he so vulnrable? Why was he so afraid to be him again?

“Hey...” you put your hand on his cheek and tried to catch his eyes. When you finally did, you asked. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing’s wrong. What would ever be wrong?” he put his hand on top of yours and smiled wider.

“James.” you let your fingertips wander into his slick hair. “This isn’t you?”

He pulled away from you angrily and snapped. “Then what is?!” He seemed to get all this agression come out as if he was holding it inside for so long. All he felt was that he wasn’t good enough. He didn’t know what was making him so upset but he did know that whatever it was it was because you and Sirius spent too much time together. “Do you want to break up?!” he screamed out, his eyebrows drawing together and twitching a bit as the sadness covered his eyes.

You felt your breath got caught up in your throat. You were speechless, so you shook your head in denial instead.

“I just tried to be clean and... and maybe iron my shirt for you but it’s just not good enough! Is it? I’m just not perfect, am I (y/n)! Well guess what! NOBODY IS PERFECT THE WAY IT IS!!!!”

“What are you talking about?” you contiued to speak weakly, eyes watering until they were full.

Something was stuck in your throat, maybe that same breath that you kept inside for so long. But it suffocated you and it didn’t let you think properly, breathe nor speak.

When he met you, he saw you as this head-strong girl who could punch anybody without regret and stand up for herself. What did he see now? A girl who was afraid to speak, ask anything that would try to solve this problem. A Ravenclaw? Ravenclaw where? Where is your wit now when you need it?

He saw the tears stream down your cheek but you quickly burshed them off, pretended that they were never there. You looked away, crossed your arms over your chest and stepped away.

You were distancing yourself from him.

That hurt.

“No, no.” he spoke swiftly and soft. He tried to approach you fast and cautiously but you kept the blockage on. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he hugged you with his strong arms, pressing your head to his chest. “I shouldn’t have shouted.” he hushed into your ear but you didn’t take that.

No, you weren’t that girl.

So you pushed him away... harshly. “No, you shouldn’t! I only asked what was wrong!” You tried to give as powerful of a voice as you could. He stood there, guilty. “You want to break up, huh?!!!” you screamed at him furiously, tears streaming down his face.

“NO!”

“Then why would you ask me that?! Why on Earth would you ask me that?! You-” you grabbed the pillow and threw it at him. Then grabbed the sweater and threw it at him as well. “Fuck you and your sweater!” it all kept pouring, like a storm without control... without any common sense or logic, only hurt and emotions.

“(y/n), please.”

“Why would you say that?! Why would you ask me that!”

And at this point you knew it wasn’t really about him snapping at you as he did, nor the question that he asked you. It was the way he made you feel. Helpless, weak... You had felt that lack of strenght all you life and all you could see was his face. Not James’ face. His. His face with the dark scruffy beard, white strands among the black, both in his hair and and his beard. Him, shouting at you with the devil in his eyes, him telling the that you are worthless, unintelligent little whore that he would disown as soon as you turn the legal age. Him, the monster disguised as a man, making you feel small and insignificant.

That was who you saw. You’re not weak. Nobody will ever make you weak again.

“(Y/n)-”

“Do you want to break up? Because if you’re going to snap at me, then help-”you started to growl, gritting your teeth as you seethed the next words.

“YES!!” he cut you off and your whole anger fell from the face of the earth. “YES! I WANT TO BREAK UP!” he exploded and as much as you tried to cover it up, your lower lip trembled as somebody just ripped your heart from your chest. “Because why would I want to be with someone who is in love with somebody else!! Huh?!”

“What?!”

“Aren’t you?!”

“NO!”

“So, you’re telling me that when you run off with my best friend into the woods, you don’t snog behind my back! I see the way he looks at you!”

“Is that what this is about? Sirius?!”

“Who else?!”

“Sirius and I are just friends. I thought you’d want that.”

“Yeah but friends don’t sneak up and ditch school together, do they?”

This became more amusing to you and you couldn’t keep the smile hidden for long. “You’re jealous?” you let out a small laugh as he rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“No. I just-”

“You’re jealous.” you grinned and started chuckling, walking up to him and shaking your head. He pursed his lips together and turned away. He didn’t resist when you came close, neither when you put your hands around his neck. “James.” you spoke sweetly, tickling the back of his nect with the tips of your nails.

His head turned to you, his expressions still stern and furious.

“Sirius and I are just friend.” you put your hand on his cheek as his expression softened. “You don’t have to be jealous of us. We insult each other all the time. We talk about you, we talk about his love interests, he tells me a few Marauders stories, about your parents and sometimes we just fall asleep.” you felt his hands on the sides of your hips, rubbing up and down as you stepped on your toes and leaned your forehead on his. “If anything, Sirius talked me into realizing just how much in love I am with you.” you rubbed the tip of your nose against his, moving away so your eyes could lock together.

His lips softened into a smile and he widened his eyes. “What?”

“I love you, James Fleamont Potter.” you confessed and his smile only grew bigger.

“You could have left the middle name out but I love you too, (y/n)(y/l/n).” he pressed his lips onto yours and lifted you off the ground, spinning you in circles as his arms strengthened around you.

He placed you on the ground, hearing your adorable giggles left your lips. Pulling away, you let your hand ruffle his hair just a bit before you said. “And I love your natural hair- not this.” you continued to ruffle his hair as he chuckled and helped you ruffle his hair back into the mess it was before.

“Really? I think I’m quite rocking the look.” he dragged the front hair to his forehead and smiled. “What do you think? Should I add the chains and the leather? Maybe an underline?”

“Do whatever you want, Love.” you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “Just get rid of cologne and I’ll be happy.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Next Caller Pt 47

“How about an herb garden out front?” Thorin hummed out the question somehow powered by the nerve he’d gotten in confirming you’d let him order the bed frames you had wanted in a stolen message while you were on lunch.

“You want an herb garden out front? If you like. Hadn’t paid much mind to the front to be honest.”

“Well, I will start looking into it. Put my afternoons into working the front garden to something nice to show off to the neighbors, with a bench, or a swing.” Making you smirk again at his spreading excited grin.

“So, how did it go?”

He nodded, “I think it went well. They seem to fit in with my family. Telling stories and sharing jokes. I think they like us.”

“How could they not, all short and scowls, why they liked me.” Making him smirk at you through another chuckle to your teasing giggle.

Tucked warm in bed you closed your eyes focusing on trying to sleep so that you wouldn’t be tired and jittery knowing your family would be here to listen. Everything seemed to be going well so far and even if they were trying to just be nice you would be able to tell. Hope that things would go well from here out so things could progress with you and your Mug Dealer who seemed to be a bit shocked at how easy things had gone on their first clan meet. Warmly in his own bed Thorin stretched out grinning at the fact he had a good chance to secure the courtship announcement his clan eagerly saw coming up close.

“I made waffle monsters.” The term had you smiling after its hummed announcement and wiggling out of bed following Cirdan back to your kitchen where Thorin found you starting to brew up some tea flashing him a sleepy grin after his glance at the odd folded over waffles with small omelets inside them like creatures eating mouthfuls with diced tomatoes for eyes and teeth. With hash browns and sausage patties laying over the back of it as its furry body.

Cirnaven chuckled saying in settling a plate in front of Thorin at the table, “Here, have a waffle monster.”

Cirdan said, “Don’t mock the monster it’s packed with flavor and protein to power you through the day.”

Thorin shook his head, “Not mocking the monsters. Thank you.” Settling into his seat watching you using his floating duck and your whale infuser to brew up some tea as Cirnaven poured some juice for him and his brother after raiding for some jams.

“You can have as much jam as you like.”

Cirdan chuckled, “You do have a good spread. We could ship some home, wanted to fly you some melons, did not work.”

Cirnaven, “No clue what the airline industry has against produce,”

Cirdan smiled watching your grin in removing the infusers you emptied and rinsed under Thorin’s adoring watch, “I mean I understand the seed dilemma but how am I to take over the Dwarf market with four of my square melons?”

“Ooh, you got the square mastered?”

Cirdan, “Yes, finally, only had to add two thirds more water in my evenings to help them soak it in overnight to fill out those pesky corners.” He glanced at Thorin carrying the final monsters to the table while you carried the mugs, “Used to have pentagons.”

Thorin asked, “And melons are your passion?”

Cirdan chuckled lowly, “One of them, I also work with glass. Jewels loves melons though, used to comment on how the supply in markets were unstable for her tastes. One of the hobbies I used to build our friendship. Best melons she could find on the table half the year with ample winter veg to tide her over till spring.” Sitting down on the other side of you smiling at his grin your way glad to see you melt into a steady warm conversation with Thorin.

Ori and Shari showed up again and with the duo watching got to finishing up the coloring again and scanning the images into the system while you were in your booth. Silently Mal sat stealing glances over the desk to your uncle until Thorin came back from showering, changing and finalizing calls to his clan who was flying in shortly, to be prepared for bonding with your clan as you were at work. He kept chatting with the duo between bouts of grinning through listening in to your show between BamBam’s eager trots through the room now free of his cast and cart with excited snorts.

While you changed however for work Cirnaven asked, “You never mentioned this little guy in your application.”

Mal smirked saying, “Well he came into the shelter and I couldn’t just let them put him down so I paid for his cast and wheels, not realizing he was a Mortar Boar cub, but Thorin’s cousin is meeting me at the station. I’m taking him to Iron Hills, Dain’s got a female, Truffles, who can’t have anymore and she’s adopting him now that his leg’s healed.”

Cirnaven smiled wider and Cirdan asked, “Need a lift?”

She shook her head, “I have my scooter, thank you though.” A glance at her chiming phone had her saying, “Oh I gotta go.”

He nodded saying, “I’ll walk you out.” Following her to the door once she lifted the cub into his carrier. Just in time she made it and on the other station Dain beamed brightly with a balloon he tied to the carrier handle eager to get the little guy settled with a few hours for Mal to aid in enjoying the welcoming party his relatives had come to throw.

Flawless and tactful the meeting between the clans again at Dis and Vili’s home came less with shared emotional pasts from the duo on your past and more for actual sharing of traditions. Photos of their properties in sharing their esteemed lineage and territories gained through the ages hoping to show security for your future and protection. Fully taking the imagined role of an interview each of them took turns staking their own claim to what they brought to the table and before long lunch turned to dinner where the brothers tried to show the clan pushing so hard to win them over their main focus was your happiness.

Sharing coincidences between you and the ways Thorin had secured your trust blended soon into the plans your family had for the summer especially calming them greatly as they had taken it for a subtle sign that they had passed the test as Thorin had put it for the females to come for their own clan meetings in the summer. Hopefully a sign that Thorin could propose by or around the summer break when the Findis clan would ensure that you did indeed have another vacation to aid any question Thorin might feel up to asking.

Smiling to themselves the brothers once back again showered in turns, laying out on the bed again for a nap to be awake for both your returning dinner and breakfast. Though expectations of having you head to bed between the two found you moving to your living room to cuddle up between the two brothers eventually falling asleep anyways. Contently shimmering with glowing clan marks spread across your skin between the brothers with clan markers of their own showing, a peaceful moment caught by Thorin to be printed later. Ending however regrettably to later stir oddly against Thorin’s side where they had moved you to ready your breakfast to fill your belly to fuel the date day ahead.

The move spreading a grin across the Dwarf’s face clearly for him obvious proof that they approved of your courtship by placing you in his arms. Even not yet marked as your kin officially the new bond with the duo had Thorin feeling the bittersweet completion of the waffle monster you had been served in this last family meal.

“I’m gonna miss you.” The sentiment rippled through tight hugs and both stole glances at Thorin only to lure chuckles from him at them pulling him into hugs as well.

“We will miss you too Thorin.” They repeated stealing glances and another hug each once at their rental you walked them to. Right up to your ear in his final hug Cirdan murmured, “We love you, and give our approval.”

Across your lips a grin stretched and Cirnaven said walking around the rental, “Enjoy your date tonight, you two.”

The door was eased shut after their car had pulled away and smiling again Thorin melted at the step you took into his bare chest nestling there for a warm hug, in which he hummed, “Is this happy or sad cuddling?”

“I can’t just cuddle?” You teased making him chuckle and nuzzle closer around you.

“Cuddle all you like. Dis warned she’d be here by nine, up for a film?” You nodded and subtly his arm dropped to lift your legs at his side to carry you to the living room to keep you in his arms. Onto the couch he settled you letting go only to light a fire then come back to wrap around you under the blanket he draped over your laps tucking you between his legs. Gladly nestling his head beside yours with the blanket he inched over your shoulders watching you pick a film that lured his sleepy grin out knowing by your shared content sighs that surely a nap was coming on. Nice and welcome tangled up in front of the warm fire you cuddled up soaking in what nap you could to soak up energy for your date tonight.

Loud and clear Dot released a screech making your eyes snap open and his arms tighten around you in the realizing grumble let out in your turn over to cuddle closer into his chest and side trying to sleep again. The warning message from Thorin’s phone on the impending arrivals however had you shutting off the screen and to his eyes adorably trudging off to your room pouting at the end of cuddling. Meant to be warm comfortably without any jeans clean shorts was what you pulled on under same tank top you pulled a flannel on over. To the bath you went readying for the day, including a combing of your curls you left down but added a couple hair ties to your wrist just in case you needed them later. Your converse were the last to be added while you returned to the living room Thorin was still sitting in.

Scooted closer to your side he smiled easing your hair back then wider at the head tilt welcoming his warm peck to your cheek. “Wonderful as always, Mafioso.”

“What are you up to this morning?”

“Fenrir needs an ally for some more work at his place. For certain I will be back on time, we have timers warning for our timers.” Gaining a weak chuckle from you in his lean into your side nestling head to head enjoying the rest of the cuddling time until the doorbell parting you again.

He was off to change while you went to open the door finding Tili there with a grin, “Dis is in the van.”

“You brought a van?” You asked stepping out closing the door behind you shouldering the bag hung up on your way.

“Diaa hired the van so we could relax, since Balin’s Wife, Gorgo and Dis are carrying.”

“Wow, broke out everyone,”

She smirked looping her arm in yours saying, “Everyone is excited to help you fill that closet of yours.”

“I just need a dress.”

She chuckled saying, “Oh trust me, one date leads to two and there will be need for more than one dress.”

“Please tell me we’re going to a second hand shop at least.”

“We know a lovely consignment shop even we enjoy rummaging through, we wouldn’t go full designer row on your first trip out with us.”

“Thank you.” She grinned releasing your arm allowing you to climb up into the van joining the smiling group of Dams ready for the morning of shopping. Greetings came from the L shaped bench that you claimed the corner of at Tili’s insistence to be in the center.

Dis asked in the pull out of the van, “Decided on a color yet?”

“No, not really.”

Mili smirked saying, “I think silver,”

Gorgo said, “Or a Magenta would be nice.”

Balin’s Wife, “Gold did look lovely on you at the festival.”

Tili, “Or classic black.”

“As long as it’s comfy and isn’t too flashy anything should be fine.”

Chatter on various styles and events to dress up for nearing the sprawling mall like consignment shop you’d always heard about in ads on the radio. Parked up front you joined the ladies in exiting and found Dis taking your side with Mili on the other side of you both flashing you wide grins. Coats were first and beside the cart you strolled making the chatting group smirk at your inch to inspect the blouses. A couple sleeveless options, once the tags were checked making the Dams nip at their lips to keep from urging you on too strong ensuring you would still choose some things when you reached the dresses.

“This is pretty,” Balin’s Wife said bringing it to your view only to sigh seeing it wasn’t close to your size.

“It is,” you mused putting down a choice of your own that wasn’t the right size either. Two more blouses, this time long sleeved, were added to the cart on the way past the trousers to the skirts. “Ooh,” you said lifting a pencil skirt that in the distance seemed cute only to have your brows furrowing, “Is it supposed to be neck to knee?”

Dis giggled as Tili said, “Unfortunately I don’t think you have the legs for that.”

Mili, “Looked so nice from back there,” watching you put it down and start to ease through the choices. Pencil to flowing with layers was soon joined with a beautiful black silk painted skirt with blue and white flowers across it to go with a yellow and black checkered one. The latter stirring up curious smirks as to what else you might pick in the bold color yet to be added by anything overly green.

Dresses were next and from a stunning off the shoulder low v cut pencil styled pastel pink shockingly in your size, to a trio of long sleeved lace dresses to the knee in red, navy and yellow, the cart selection continued to grow. Some solid sleeveless dresses covering the chest joined a few more playful numbers with halter neck sheer panels above the cleavage teasing bell skirt dresses. One black fully covered the chest with the entire back open except for the ribbon securing it in place, where you might wear it you had no clue but something said to buy it all the same. The final dress that caught your eye was a purple off the shoulder painted on bandage dress to go with the silver one etched with patterned thread all across it to accent a more curvier petite figure like yours.

Each item while you chose the final two were already rung up by an eager attendant wishing to aid your group with anything you might need gladly claiming the final two while Gorgo took your arm saying, “Now, time for shoes!”

For the third time you had glanced at Balin’s wife making her brow inch up as Mili and Tili glanced at one another confirming they had caught your glance at the expecting Dam who smoothed her hand over her fluffing sideburns asking, “Something wrong, Jaqi?”

“Well,” you replied after wetting your lower lip anxiously, “I just, you don’t want to sit down?”

Shaking her head she chuckled saying with a pat of her hand on her sweater coated belly, “No, I am quite sturdy to go hours yet before requiring rest.”

“Ok,”

You replied and Gorgo asked, “Why?”

After a glance at her you said, “Well she’s got a day ahead of her,” you glanced over the group and you sighed, “You can’t tell can you?”

Dis, “Tell?”

They all glanced at Balin’s wife who smoothed a hand over her belly curious what you could mean, then back to you as you said, “Again with the spoiling. You have an, please don’t take this as a comment on your hygiene because it is a lovely scent really, you smell like cucumbers and honey,” making her eyes narrow a moment uncertain of when she had ever eaten that combination of foods. “To my kin at least mothers close to labor give off that scent.”

Gorgo, “You can tell that?”

“Maiar genes, fun times. Usually it’s the day before so as long as you feel fine you shouldn’t worry it’s just a natural, musk, if that’s the term.”

Creeping wider her smile spread and she moved closer to loop her arm in yours, “I spotted some wedges you will love, shoes first we must get you prepped.”

Keeping the news to themselves knowing the clan would call for an assembling of relatives spoiling your date they simply silently conspired to ask the elder Dams to a tea tomorrow to do half the job ensuring the elders would linger a bit longer to conveniently be around while the birth was to happen. Trusting fully the same subtle signals your more sensitive self had picked up on alerting them to the miracle pebble in the first place.

Four pairs of shoes were brought over for you and as you sat to trade your sneaker for the first option with a curious jumble of straps and a decorative confusing zipper. Mili asked trying on her own pair, as Tili came over with her own pair. “How did your family take having to leave?”

“Good, they enjoyed the trip. Always enjoy snooping and they liked the rooms. Loved meeting the flock.” Standing up you halfway tiptoed to the mirror while Dis readied the next choices ribbon secures for you as you tiptoed back.

Dis asked, “That’s all they said?”

Smirking to yourself you held back your giggle sitting again replying, “Are you asking what they thought of Thorin, your clan or their impression of the courtship?”

All the Dams answered at once making you giggle to yourself, “All of it.”

“They had fun meeting your clan, said perhaps the difference in cultures might have made it a bit timid,” making them all inhale or wet their lips anxiously, “Not in a bad way, it goes both ways nobody wants to step on toes or issue insult or add confusion to things.”

Balin’s wife, “Was there a main point of confusion?”

“Not in a bad way, it seemed a bit like an I suppose full disclosure of your clan history and territories I think which would be a Dwarf tradition.”

Dis, “Was that too much?”

“No,” you replied trying not to giggle in her bear puppy dog stare, “They loved hearing about your clan and, I suppose the term would be, security offered. More than that they preferred when you all relaxed, when it wasn’t so much like an interview. You all did well, please don’t doubt that,”

You said trading shoes with Dis. “What about Thorin?”

“They like him, I keep saying like but it’s a deeper thing than it sound in our culture. They trust him and are glad he’s so at home in the house since moving in and how we mesh together and that he’s nudging me on filling it more. And said when they were leaving if we needed their blessing we have it.”

Excitedly the women squeaked and Gorgo stated, “So the elders can announce you finally!” Shaking the shoes in her hands in an excited bounce on her toes.

“Is there anything special that has to be done with that?”

Dis shook her head, “Not really, Gran no doubt will send a photographer to have a portrait snapped of you both and your ravens, no doubt your Great Owl and hummingbirds can be in it too. That would be published with an announcement for papers and magazines.”

“How many magazines?”

You asked and Dis chuckled replying glancing at Mili and Tili, “Ten? For me and Vili?”

Tili nodded and Gorgo giggled saying, “My Adad demanded fifteen. Took months to just get our cohabitation papers done but Gimli worked up a deal with five newspapers to print a full declaration of intentions and Adad was willing to hear his compromises.”

“I wanna say that’s so sweet,” you giggled out making her giggle again.

“It was!” She answered with a wide smile, “So sweet and thought it up on his own. Not that hard seeing as the press wanted to know all about how far we’d gotten and when he anticipated being allowed to ask for cohabitation...”

“So that’s normal? Cohabitation first before engaged?”

Dis, “It depends, Vili and I waited but we were designing the house and overseeing the building together and when it was done he proposed with the keys.”

Balin’s wife said, “Balin and I were in a sort betrothed as children, our Amad’s grew up together and noticed we have matching marks so we were allowed to cohabitate and had our courtship completed by the time we were able to live and work on our own. We eloped after that, I have six sisters and Adad was a bit stretched thin on wedding planning after my four elder sisters had left the nest to homes of their own.” Your lips parted and she waved a hand, “I was never one for the center of attention, too much Hobbit in me. And we had a lovely reception. Everyone was pleased in the end.”

“How’s Gimli taking the news?”

She smiled saying, “Same way every Dwarf child does, they miss being the baby, however he’s nearly to independent adulthood in another decade, so much better than others.”

Balin’s wife chuckled, “Billi is a bit stubborn at the moment, however once she sees baby she will be thrilled.”

Dis said, “Most often it has to do with the wait, Baby is coming but not for years, so it’s prolonging the wait of having a sibling and then you have to wait to be able to have them old enough to play with.”

Tili asked, “How did you take it?”

Your brows lifted and you said, “I was happy for Naneth, so happy. I knew babies were coming eventually and I was fully grown so I was ready to help. I have 43 half cousins and they have children but we were so insulated we never got to talk or see each other until we snuck out. I suppose like Kuu it was interesting to sort of stare at them and find out how to treat and behave with a baby. If that’s not too out there.”

They shook their heads and Mili patted your hand saying, “Makes perfect sense, Vili stared at us for two weeks, just stared Amad has tapes. Like we had five heads, even we go through that phase with our first infant relative. Perfectly normal.”

“But here was no jealousy, and I know Naneth was glad to have me there to help mind them. It was another sort of healing, making certain they were safe and had more freedom and knew that wouldn’t change. We wanted to be better, for them. And for us, but they deserved happy family to build memories.” At your grin easing out they smirked, “But I think she might be carrying again, Cinnamon said she’s picked up mangoes again, which she craves through carrying. I hope she is, she doesn’t say it but she wants more babies.”

Dis chuckled as Balin’s wife said, “We always want more babies.”

Lacing up the next pair you stood eyeing yourself in the heels subtly against Dis, close to Thorin’s height, still leaving you barely to her shoulder from your adorable 4 ft 2 and a quarter stature leaving you smirking at the easier task of stealing kisses if you so wished. The next oddly tin foil ruffled next pair was taken back as they just looked odd out of the box. A peach and mint pair were added to the mix with a classic black pair with an adorable blue bow on the ankle strap you just couldn’t leave there. And the cheerful group turned to guide you back to the register where you pulled out your card that while signing the receipt you bit the inside of your lip even at the drastically reduced price from their original designer purchase amounts sold for.

Bags galore held your purchases and outside while the group helped to carry them you glanced at the Dwarves with cameras snapping pictures and then to the Hobbit photographer popping out from the mix asking, “Planning on a trip, Miss Pear?”

“No, just have plans later and realized few days back I had nothing to wear for it, now I have options.”

The Hobbit chuckled watching as you looked away to trot over a small concrete barrier in the walkway realizing you were headed straight for a planter. The van pulled up and the driver came out to own the door for Balin’s wife in the front of the line then made sure the cameras kept at a few feet as you all climbed in. One of them however asked, “Miss Pear?” Your brow inched up glancing at him in the doorway, “You wouldn’t happen to know two pink haired Elves, would you?”

“My Ada and Uncle.”

“Thank you,” he said smirking in a step back dialing the phone he pulled from his pocket supposedly calling the answer off to his gossip site he worked for signaling your turn to comb in and take your seat.

Another called out before the driver could close the door, “Any chance of talks of a possible Bunny Show Book?!”

Smirking back you said, “Well if one was on the horizons then the Durins certainly would be the ones putting it out.”

“Miss Gorgo?!”

The men called out making her giggle and smile saying, “Venture Publishing’s has had discussions with Miss Bunny herself,” dropping their jaws and she said, “But anything concrete for public announcement is still yet to be determined. When there is a date or project completed for distribution we will announce it.”

When the door closed and the driver pulled away from the curb you asked, “Was that okay?”

She smiled at you saying, “That was perfectly fine, we’ve been getting calls nonstop since we’re nearly over halfway to the first shipment being printed it was decided to throw them a bone. And they loved the commercial.”

“Oh good, ya I can finish the other one this week, the bed frames are coming tomorrow and I doubt Thorin would let them sit long so I’ll help him with that or he’ll be lost halfway through the instructions on his own,” their brows inched up and you said, “Another kit from past Lindon.”

“Ah,” rippled around and Dis asked, “Did you want us to call some relatives to help you?”

“We should be able to manage it. If not we can finish the one and have them out to help with the next three.”

Mili said, “Well I can’t wait to see them. Thorin hasn’t set any game nights yet.”

“Well, poke him about it, or something,” making her giggle and nod, “I’ve just been letting him set the pace on that. Since he knows the pace of how things should go with the clan and all.” After a moment you asked, “Does your clan do group things alone? Or is it all, meshed now?”

She smirked saying, “It depends. Birthdays and births are welcome to those closest while weddings are mainly combining both clans, unless invitations state otherwise. Our clan does have dinners on its own. It can be confusing to some, it’s been years in the making on how we make it work.”

Gorgo, “I know my clan mainly stays in the Blue Mountains, sending gifts but they don’t like to travel often, so every other year we fly out to celebrate our anniversary. They would travel for a wedding if asked, can’t resist a wedding. But, no pressure that when you and Thorin get to that stage of planning the wedding you wouldn’t be forced to invite them.”

Mili and Tili shook their heads, “Or ours.”

“That wasn’t what I was going after.”

Gorgo, “Oh we know. I know it was daunting with my ceremony with Gimli, his family is daunting but my Amad has two Hobbit clans she’s from who expect equal representation while Adad is from a Hobbit line and a Dwarf line, also wanting equal representation. Ended up having a Hobbit ceremony and another for a Dwarf one in a three day sort of, sprawl. Awkward, but lovely. Your Ada mentioned the private ceremony for you, and I know Thorin mentioned perhaps a double reception?”

“Seems like we might have to do that. Thorin said after the courthouse for the eloping the Dwarf Reception could have the traditional welcoming and such, the next day would have the reception for my Naneth’s dress.”

Balin’s Wife said, “I think it sounds lovely, I can’t wait to see the both of them.”

Dis reached over stroking your arm, “I know it will be, and we will do what we can to help make it perfect for the both of you.”

“Either way, today is the first date, weddings and all that is a long way off, who knows if he wouldn’t-,”

The Dams all said, “He’s marrying you.”

“Already be planning, is what I meant. I know we’re marked as betrothed, he’s under contract.”

Dis chuckled catching your meaning while the others grinned at the Dwarf taken meaning of that as something far more romantic to say over being unable to do anything but what he had signed for. “How is it you wrote such romantic scenes for Dwarf audiences without knowing the details of our culture exactly?”

“Well, honestly I tried to make it as complicated and as aggravating as possible.” Making the women laugh as you giggled out, “Basically Hobbit courting times a thousand with as much obstacles I could put in between the couples.”

Gorgo giggled out, “Certainly will build up some fuel to see the duo make it to the alter.”

Mili said, “I do love the outside perspective, how it’s spoken of as so mysterious why Durin is like this or doing this and we know the reason and meaning but it’s somehow endearing to Bunny who seems to never get the explanation.”

“Just makes it more fun. It’s a very, very slow burn.”

Questions on the show bubbled up and eventually stopped again your head turned seeing you were home again, with smiles the ladies walked with you to settle everything on your bed to un-tag everything as they headed out again to aid in prepping for the pre-warned birth. Alone at home from locking the front door you turned to let out a breath and turn to grab the purple dress you’d chosen for tonight. To the greenhouse you went to give it a barrel wash with plenty time to let it dry gently in the dryer leaving it nice and warm to cool on the hanger smoothed by your fingers from the few folds sure to vanish when put on. The rest of your new purchases were left to hang in the greenhouse drying slowly while you removed the tags from your new shoes added to the shoe cubbies in the spacious closet. The single thought of the topic of a distant wedding leading to shaking your head to the notion of sharing this closet.

To your studio you went with alarm set using your few hours to good use of sketching out the comic of Bunny through her hospital bed ridden days to create the book you had written. Muddled with snapshots of scenes from your show so far fans loved the most. Hints of Durin and her friends egging her rebellious ways on blended through it for a surprisingly simply sketched out idea with sketches for color markup sheets for the teen duo who might still be up for the job of coloring these in.

Smirking to yourself you sat once completed with a new idea you wrote up a comic strip for of Durin trying to make a promo for the book only to keep being interrupted. Bunny kept stepping in luring adoring but irritated scowls and furrowed brows at his puzzling guest while the Countess tried to give him pointers on his next try for a take. An adjusted coat here, shifted collar there and a moving of his ‘really cool sword’ to lay against his chest behind the book set he was holding before one Raven was called over soon joined by his adorable Mate and clutch proudly perched across the shoulders of the scowling Dwarf King whom after a picture by Bunny was taken flatly stated, “Bunny wrote this, read it or else.”

For anyone else it might have been taken out of context for their characters where as Gorgo’s call responding to the pictures of the comic strip you had sent her was filled with laughter from her and the group with her adoring the new idea to add to the mix. Ori and Shari among them couldn’t wait to get started on once done with the bunny filled commercial to get started on this new one and possibly any more, loving how endless your inspiration seemed to stretch for promoting this book to the masses.

Thorin all the while stood next to his younger brother working up possible conversation points in case he got stumped on the date for what to say. Not that it was ever hard talking to you, but he knew himself and planning, though often not to his best advantage as his words often became jumbled around you, still it was his best option at the moment. After all a single sentence from Dwalin and he had openly complimented your breasts in his shop. Wide eyed mentally rambling he paused making Frerin smirk seeing his brother now in panic mode as he could only think of your perfect breasts so complimenting every stunning inch of the body of his perfect betrothed with whom he was going out on a date with tonight surely opening him up for a chance to claim a kiss on the lips if he dared. Sure to last far more than that if he had his way absolutely with cuddling and more kissing to follow.

Up his hands rose to rub his face, groaning lowly mentally retracing every curve that had been molded to his body on a few occasions now. The very first especially the worst to recall right now of you in your intimates not helping his mind on what you might choose to wear, hopefully through the date not dipping to what you were wearing underneath it. Younger brother to the rescue reeled him back in to focus on the show coming up and points to discuss on that front through dinner and the drive from there to the show.

Pt 48

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #Tea Shop AU

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The Great Divide - Chapter 1

Summary: As bitter as she was, all Riley Herrington ever wanted to do was help. She’d always figured it stemmed from some innate desire to prevent people from feeling the same way toward the world that she did. And, as Daryl had told her a hundred times, people are not to be trusted and one day she’d run into the wrong person and learn pretty quickly that her confidence in strangers would get her into a lot of trouble. They both knew he was right. He was just trying to teach her before it was too late for her to learn.

Warnings: swearing and violence. don’t be a little bitch.

A/N: omfgg it’s here!!!!! i know that literally nobody is excited about this BUT I AM AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS SO THANKS FOR COMING EVERYONE!! this is my very first series and features my very first OC and thank you to @crossbowking for always being my #1 fan and editor and hypegirl and inspo and i love you!!! BONUS POINTS TO WHOEVER CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT VIDEO GAME IT’S BASED OFF OF AND WHAT SONG IT’S TITLED AFTER (hint it’s literally in this first chapter)

i don’t own anything except Riley so don’t sue me. also we’ve already established how bad i am at like past and present tense and all that jazz?? i was in honors college shame on me (I dropped out)

enjoy xoxo

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“Never should’a went after that woman.”

Daryl used the heel of his boot to jam the shovel further into the dirt before hoisting loose a pile up and over his shoulder. Digging graves always seemed to put him in a poor mood. Understandably.

So Riley observed him quietly, standing knee deep in her own trench, pondering a response to his blunt statement.

Eventually, she muddled out the only excuse she could ever muster up: “I was just trying to help...”

This time, though, Daryl wouldn’t accept it and tossed his shovel down carelessly onto the ground at his feet before tearing off his gloves and wiping the sweat from his forehead. The heat made him cranky too, she thought. Not a great combination of things.

“That’s all yer ever tryin’ to do, Ri! Don’t ya get it? People ain’t to be trusted. People will kill you. Hell, they’ll do worse things than kill ya, and make ya wish you was dead anyway!”

She flinched visibly at his outburst, taking the brunt of it knowing it was well deserved. But, still... her intentions has been good. Wasn’t there something to be said for that?

Daryl continued. “I know yer smart girl, but god damn if ya don’t act right stupid sometimes.”

Narrowing her eyes, she jabbed her own shovel into the soft ground beside her and leaned onto it. “I’m not stupid, Daryl.”

“Didn’t say ya were stupid, just said ya act like it sometimes.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes away from him and, once again, found herself reflecting on his words. He was absolutely right — that hadn’t been the first time that she’d tried to help someone only to be burned by them in the end, and it definitely wasn’t the first time that Daryl had managed to swoop in at the right time and save her ass. He always had a way of doing that. He continually, purposefully it seemed, made a point to warn her about something before appearing out of thin air to save her from that exact scenario, if only to say “I told you so.”

But nobody had been there for her back when it all began and she was hungry and lost and tired and injured. Nobody trusted her, not that she’d found many others — and the few she did run across mot only neglected to help her, they often left her in worse condition than she’d been before they’d crossed paths. It was not until she’d found Maggie and her family, all of which were more than willing to help her, and all of which were undoubtedly the reason that she was still alive.

Not to mention, all of them the reason that she’d met Daryl in the first place.

Finally, picking her next words carefully, she sighed. “Look, I.... I know. But I just.... I really want to believe that there are still good people left in the world. That’s what kept me alive, after all this started.”

It was blunt, and it was true. And then it was Daryl’s turn to soften, knowing that if he did what came instinctively and became even angrier with her it would end in a shouting match that he couldn’t stand, especially when it all initiated because he knew he’d hurt her feelings. “I know ya do, Ri. There are good people out there still — you’re one of ‘em. But ya can’t find em because bein’ good is dangerous. It’s what gets ya killed, Riley. And I ain’t gonna let you get killed by some crazy lady you offered to help ‘cause she said asked nicely n’ said ‘please’ or somethin’.”

Riley, despite herself couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t stay mad at her — there would never be an apology, but always some off handed comment or joke. Though, the same went for her, so she couldn’t boast. Regardless, he had a valid point... as he usually did. Daryl was smart, much smarter than she would ever be.

He was a survivor, and she needed to heed his advice, because sooner or later it would be the end of her.

“Yeah, yeah. You wanna hear me say it? Okay, here it is: you are right, Daryl Dixon.” And you always are.”

Riley Herrington had a mental list that she always double and triple checked before she left for a run: first her machete at her side, and then her backpack that held a canteen full of water along with a few stale protein bars, a standard first aid kit with bandages, bands for tourniquets, alcohol and sutures and more, some extra ammunition for her .22 that she always kept holstered at her side, but most importantly, the Polaroid of her and Daryl Dixon that she’d forced him to take back when they’d taken shelter in a derelict prison. He despised it and it was so blurry it was nearly impossible to see it was him, but she knew it was, and that’s what mattered to her.

Once she was sure it was all in line she securely strapped the black bag to her back and sighed, peering over the walls at the sun that was slowing making its way over the horizon. If you’d asked her five years ago if she thought she’d be ever be an early morning person, she would’ve laughed. But now, it was the only way to safely and efficiently get anything done — it seemed to be the most quiet and still part of day anymore. She’d been up for over an hour at this point, and stood patiently awaiting her friends to wake up and join her outside of the mess hall. Tara could sleep through a tornado, but Aaron always lingered around his home until the last possible minute, cherishing every moment with Eric that he had. And Riley didn’t blame him — she was lucky that Daryl never slept either, so they had all night to enjoy each others company until the sun began to rise and they had to get ready for whatever the day held for them.

Footsteps approaching alerted her to Tara, who was making her way toward her with her own bag shouldered and rifle slung across her back, yawning dramatically and rubbing the sleep from her eyes

“Mornin’, sunshine.” Riley laughed, earning her an eye roll from her friend. “You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied flatly. “Aaron?”

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two girls as they waited, Riley dropping the tailgate of the truck and hopping up on it, sitting patiently while her legs dangled off the side.

It should be an easy run — it was just slightly farther out past the town they usually travelled to. The salvageable buildings had all been picked over; all of the others were inaccessible or too dangerous to navigate through. Nobody ever knew what new terrain brought, however, and there was always an air of anxiety when branching out further and further from the safe zone.

Riley turned her head toward the sound of voices drawing closer, spotting Daryl and Aaron as they both made their way toward the front gate.

She hopped down from the truck and slammed it back shut before making her way over to the passenger side door, meeting the two men as they approached.

“Sorry,” Aaron instantly apologized and Riley held up her hand to stop him.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” she joked. “Let’s get going. You ready?”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled in response. For as sweet as he was, Aaron was a very good guy to have on her side out on a run: he knew the area better than most and was efficient in navigating it, smart and charismatic which more often than not helped them deter themselves from getting in trouble with strangers. Riley, in the other hand, had a difficult time biting her tongue.

As Aaron rounded the truck to the driver’s side, Riley stepped up closer to Daryl, who already had worry etched into his features in the form of wrinkles on his forehead and a furrowed brow, a permanent frown on his face as he took a long drag of the cigarette he held in between his fingers.

“It takes less effort to smile, you know,” she teased him wholeheartedly the way only she could. It was ironic, considering he always mocked her for her constant resting bitch face.

But he only snorted in derision. “It don’t take me much effort to worry about ya either, Ri.”

“Don’t worry.” She pressed her body up against his and locked her fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, resting her chin on his chest to look up at him while his bright blue eyes gazed back down into her own full of nothing but worry. No matter how many runs she went on, how many times he left to go hunting, there was no way not to lose sleep over it anymore. All you could do was wait until whomever you waited for returned and hope that they came back unscathed. “I’ll be in good hands.”

“Yeah,” He exhaled a breath of smoke to the side, avoiding blowing it into her face. “I don’t want ya in anybody’s hands but mine.”

Riley laughed and pushed up on her tiptoes, planting a reassuring kiss on his lips. “You don’t need to worry about that, Dixon.”

“Jus’ be careful, alright?”

“Of course.”

“‘N come back to me.”

“Always.” She smiled at him as the truck engine roared to life behind her, giving him one more quick kiss before turning on her heels and hoisting herself up into the bed of the truck from the wheel well and settling down against the rear windows.

Tara jumped in the side and stuck her hand out of the window, balled into a fist and waiting for Daryl to match it, and smiling when he did so. “We’ll bring her back!”

“Y’all better come back, too,” he yelled back at them as they pulled up to the front gates, slipping through it and taking off down the dirt road behind it.

The wind whipped past Riley’s face, the briskness a pleasant relief to her summer slightly-too-sun-kissed skin and tossing her pigtail braids around. She leaned her head back against the glass pane, striving to hear the faint Breaking Benjamin song as it played quietly on the radio inside the truck.

“Are we almost there?”

“About ten more minutes,” Aaron briefly checked the map that lay across his lap. “Or ten more miles. One of the two.”

Riley heard Tara laugh and she groaned, feeling the effects of the long drive with numb limbs and feet, stretching her legs out in front of her.

The giant sports arena they’d been searching for slowly grew into sight and she knew they were getting close.

Slinging her backpack on over her shoulders, she peered around the truck, observing her surroundings as the trees and dirt roads began to turn into pavement and houses and buildings.

The truck slowed to a stop in front of a parking garage that’s steel doors were dropped and locked, graffiti littering the outsides. Next door was the Hampton Inn — the first stop of their journey today.

They were all pleased to see it relatively untouched, though sealed shut behind a hefty chain. They’d been prepared, and Aaron already had the bolt cutters in his hands.

“Do we wanna split up?” Tara asked, thumbs hooked around her backpack straps as she rocked back and forth on he heel of her red converse. She looked like an inpatient student waiting for the school bus; Riley smiled to herself.

“The hotel has — “ Aaron grunted as he squeezed the handles of the tool together and with a loud clank the chain slid through the door handles and onto the ground as his feet. “...five stories. It’s not very big, so we’ll cover a lot of ground that way.”

“I’ll get topside,” Riley volunteered as she upholstered her pistol and unclipped the mag light from her belt, holding both up poised and ready to fire while she cautiously made her way through the lobby. The long wooden registration desk stretched across the hallway and she jumped up and over, shuffling through the shelves underneath in search of keys. Of course, they were all cards now — she just hoped they still worked without electricity.

She distributed them to her friends accordingly, assuming the numbers written in sharpie on the plastic was the associated room. “Alright, that’s all of them,” she said. “Be safe.”

“You too,” they spoke in unison as they split up and separated.

The hotel was eerily untouched: cups of coffee and open books littered the end tables and ‘do not disturb’ signs still hung on door handles; Riley made a mental note to be extra careful when entering those rooms.

The first room to her left was clean, left in preparation for its next guest that would never arrive. White sheets, white comforters, white pillows, white paint. If it weren’t for the abstract colored paintings on each wall, it would look like an asylum; with its haunting glow that came from shut curtains, the lone strip of sunlight that peered in full of dust that danced around. It gave her just enough light to see into the bathroom, where she snagged the small bottles of soap and shampoo and moved on.

The next room had occupants when it was abandoned: an open suitcase that she hit with the door in the middle of the walkway, clothes and belts and shoes hanging out of it. The chair at the corner desk was tipped over and it was just as dark as the last. She could smell the decay and hear the flies but she couldn’t see around the corner to the beds, so she knocked on the wall harshly and waited for a response before she proceeded forward.

When silence answered her, she tucked her nose into her elbow and gagged — she would never get used to that smell — and eyed the rotted corpse on the bed.

Its wallet was out, drivers license up, almost as if he wanted whomever found him to identify him right away. David A. Keisel, 48, resident of Linesville, Pennsylvania.

Blood splattered the oak headboard and white wall above it, and a Barretta Storm was tucked between its occupants dark, skeletal legs.

“Nice,” she said to herself, nearing the corpse cautiously. “Sorry about this, Davey...” she carefully reached for the pistol that was still in it’s grasp, wincing at the noise his decayed fingers made upon its release.

She checked the gun then, a full magazine with an empty chamber. Thanks, Dave. It had become a common occurrence for her to take items off of dead bodies and she’d always justified it knowing that they would want someone else to use it for their own safety... right? She could probably find more ammo for it if she rifled through his suitcase...

“Help! Help me!”

Riley jumped out of her skin and had the Baretta ready to fire at the disembodied yelling. But it wasn’t close to her — in fact, it seemed to be coming from outside somewhere.

She darted out the door and made for the first emergency exit her eyes could find: a new stairwell to the right of her with a big alarm overtop, undoubtedly to go off if they door ever opened incase of a crisis. She could almost hear the alarms again, blaring amidst the panicked screaming and crying...

Five flights of stairs, guiding by the red glow of the emergency light, and she hit first floor and pushed open another door and found herself outside again, squinting in the sunlight as she tried to adjust from the darkness of the hotel.

A man with dark hair stood on the property line, staring into the woods as if he was waiting for somebody or something to emerge. Riley made her way up to him, weapon aimed, and snuck up behind him slowly and stealthily.

“Don’t move.”

The man whipped around to see her, panic written all over his face, hands automatically flying up in surrender. He didn’t look like a threat — hell, he looked pretty worse for wear actually, and Riley briefly wondered what he’d endured. Dark eyes, shaggy dark hair, dirt caked onto his skin. “Any weapons?”

The man shook his head frantically. “No, no. Please.... you have to help my wife! One of those guys got her! Please! You have—“

“Hey!” Riley snapped, twitching the gun in her hands reinforce her sternness. He eyed it nervously. “Slow down. What guys?”

“One of those guys!” He pointed to some trees and Riley strained to follow his line of sight before she spotted a body crumpled on the ground about a hundred feet away from them. “I didn’t mean to kill him, I.... I didn’t mean.... he had Laura! They took her!”

Riley hesitated and remained silent, hoping that her friends would join her and help her out, but to no prevail. If they’d started in the basement, it was likely they didn’t even hear him screaming for help in the first place.

“Please, please go help her!”

When he turned back around Riley shrugged her backpack off, back tracking and tossing it by in hotel door she’d exited through. She didn’t want this guy threatening to rob her, even if he did look weak and pathetic. People were not to be trusted anymore; she had learned that very quickly. Or she at least should have.

“Are you going to -- ”

“Shut the fuck up, and move.” Riley demanded, shoving the gun into his back once for emphasis. “Try anything funny and I’ll blow yours and Laura’s fucking heads off, got it?”

He nodded shakily and pressed on into he woods, Riley following at his heels.

“You gotta name?” She asked, barrel still pointed at his back.

“Warner,” he responded nervously.

“What’s your story, Warner?”

“Don’t have much of one,” he shrugged. “We’ve been on the go, camp to camp to camp, group to group ever since this shit started — how long has it been? Three years? Four now?”

It sounded oddly inconspicuous but at the same time, it was more common than not. “Beats me,” Riley said flatly. Truthfully, she tried not to think about it anymore. “I find it’s easier not to count the days.”

The dead body lying at the base of a tree was unlike anything she’d ever seen before: in addition to his layer of tattoos all over his face, he had red paint on his face painting some weird tribal-esque marks. Well, she hoped it was just paint...

Head shaven, he wore armor that looked like it had come straight from a video game, with small spikes protruding from his shoulder pads and a big red unfamiliar symbol painted on the front of his chest guard. Everything else was black leather or Kevlar it seemed, and even his boots had spikes on the toes.

“What the fuck?” Riley couldn’t help but stop and gawk at it, crouching down beside it to get a closer look. It reminded her of a cosplayer or some sort of reinactor — but which war had soldiers that dressed like that? “Is this what you mean by ‘those guys’? What the hell is he?”

When Warner didn’t respond, she stood up and turned around in search of him. And by the time she’d spotted him, it was too late to stop him from bringing down the rock he held in his fist, smashing it against her face. There was a sickening crunch, searing pain, and then nothing.

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