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stardewremixed · 3 months

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Stardew Valley Employment Headcanons

I've been thinking a lot about how many folks in the Valley don't work. In some ways, it feels realistic. A small town that is clearly dying until the Farmer comes along struggles with unemployment rates. It could be related to high taxes (*side-eyes* I'm looking at you, Lewis) and competitive megacorporations (like Joja) undermining the local economy. However, I'd like to do a little headcanon for the residents and their job situation.

Under spoilers, because TL;DR.

Abigail - after graduating with a degree in art history, Abigail starts working out in her mother's fitness group. She starts swimming at the spa. And she starts a workout regiment with Alex. Of course, this leads her to finally join the Adventure Guild full-time, protecting the Valley and exploring the depths of the mines. She still jams from time to time with Sam and Seb. I also like to think she leads a local Scouts troop.

Alex - this man deserves to have an amazing job as a pro gridball player. However, while he waits, he could coach a local kids team at the Community Center. I can also see him work part-time stocking shelves at Pierre's General Store. Maybe he lifeguards at the Ginger Island Beach during the busy season or drives deliveries out to Sandy in the desert for Pierre. Or he could work with Robin. Mmm... this man, chopping wood... fantasies. He still sells ice cream in the summertime maybe on the weekends or at festival days (because come on, Pierre needs a little competition and I love the idea of pineapple ice cream at the luau and stardrop sorbet at the moonlit jelly fest). I also see him doing odd jobs around the valley until he gets more stable work at Pierre's or Robin's. Need someone to fix your leaky roof? Alex is your man! (Because Evelyn mentions George can't do it anymore).

Elliott - I still like the idea of Elliott's secret wealth and he escaped his family to become a writer. However, maybe he regularly submits poems and sonnets via various contests online under a pseudonym, and does a few freelance articles (maybe on small towns, fishing, romance, etc.). This man deserves to publish a masterpiece and make it on a bestseller list, then gets an agent, and of course, publishes a series. He still does readings in the Valley at the library and the Saloon because he always wants to remember his humble roots and the people who cheered him on when he was a nobody in the business.

Emily - She absolutely needs to start a side-business as the town tailor. It's kind-of already in the lore, but I could see her starting up an online business (maybe with the help of Seb) on an Etsy-esque site. Also, I can see her helping out on the farm for a little something extra when she's not working at the Saloon. Maybe tending to the flowers, watering plants when the Farmer is in the Mines or off on the island or in the desert for the day. She mentions she would like to do this, but Gus apparently frowns on a side job. Hmm... well, I can see this girl eventually leaving her job at the Saloon to pursue her sewing passion full-time. She totally hosts a yoga class in the winter at the Community Center.

Harvey - He is already a well-respected town doctor, but the man is so stressed that he is hardly ever in the Clinic (at least not without mods). I propose Harvey hires some extra help, an associate, maybe another nurse, and a receptionist to assist, especially if patients from surrounding towns (like he mentions) start visiting (i.e. expansions). And he teaches first aid classes at the Community Center.

Haley - Like Leah, she needs an art exhibit to showcase her photography. Unlike the other villagers, I don't see her staying in the Valley, eventually pursuing the work of a freelance photographer and traveling the world (like her absentee parents). She does make an annual trip back for the Flower Dance, her favorite festival. I have pursued Haley the least in game so I'm struggling to come up with more ideas here.

Leah - Speaking of Leah, she transforms the Valley into a premier art destination. She can teach art classes at the renovated Community Center. She teams up with Seb and Sam (and drags Elliott along for the ride, and the writing) to produce an avant-garde film about the art all around us in small towns. I also think she grows her own herbs and sells them at Pierre's, festivals, and the Farmer's Markets (as she gives me green witch vibes). Maybe she partners with Caroline (or the Wizard) to create some herbal potions and creams. And of course, she's still at it with woodworking, though these days she works on commission for those types of projects.

Sam - This man deserves to be a rock star. And I think he'd make a great solo artist. However, if his guitarist dreams don't pan out, he has options. In the vanilla game, he starts working with Gunther at the museum after JojaMart closes. It's a strange choice, but... I figure, maybe he minored in anthropology in college. He would absolutely give amazing tours of the museum, full of exuberant commentary, perfect for kids field trip days too. And I think he plays gigs in Zuzu City and at the Saloon regularly, and maybe even out at Sophia's winery (Stardew Valley Expanded).

Maru - Nursing just doesn't really seem to fit this woman of multiple interests. She finally pursues her passion of robotics and goes to work in a proper lab in a nearby City (doesn't have to be Zuzu - my headcanon is Pine-Mesa City or Grampleton from Stardew Valley Expanded). I think she makes regular trips to the Planetarium too. I could see her visiting the Valley on long weekends, and maybe taking the local kids club on a night-time stargazing event in the summer.

Sebastian - Please give this man a proper window in his basement, Robin! Okay, if he doesn't marry the Farmer, Seb moves out anyway and goes to live in the City for a while, to find investors for his indie game studio. In the meantime, he continues to do freelance programming work. And then, one day, he makes a breakthrough game that revolutionizes the industry. After making A LOT of money, he invests in a SAVE-THE-FROGS campaign, hires multiple developers and other staff, and starts working on his next big game. But he still makes time to jam with Sam and Abi from time to time, and of course, take long rides on his motorcycle.

Penny - This poor woman needs some love. Penny pursues her higher education and officially receives her teaching license. She is hired by the local school district so she can do more than just tutor. She can finally afford her own little apartment. She starts a kids club in the Community Center, and creates a summer reading program at the Stardew Library. And I like to think she takes a monthly trip to Zuzu City to shop in a big bookstore for fresh reading material when she has some down time.

Shane - Oh this guy is definitely a mess. If you don't "romance" him in game, he doesn't really turn his life around, and even if he does, it doesn't really point to recovery as it should, imo (without the help of mods). This man hates his job, and yet he feels stuck. I propose the following. After he recovers in therapy, completes rehab, and genuinely quits drinking (forever), and of course, loses his job at Joja (suck it, Morris!), Shane starts working at Marnie's shop and contracts out as a farmhand all around the Valley. Then he can be a proper godfather to Jas, and provide some actual service at the Ranch (when Marnie's off doing who knows what with you know who...)

I have thoughts for the other Villagers in the Valley too, but I'll save those for a different post.

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jacesvelaryons · 12 days

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I have a request for billy!!! an angst to fluff fic, where the reader gets shot, maybe on the shoulder so its not too severe but billy is just frantic

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billy the kid x reader

word count: 1.0k workds

summary: Billy fears he may have lost you when you're shot, but he makes it just in time.

You wince every step you make, pulling over your shawl closer over your torso. Only a few more steps, you assure yourself.

Being a schoolteacher at the local school on an abandoned farm house a few missionaries founded a few miles from where you lived with Billy did not make much, but it was honest work. It was what you and Billy deserved running away from the rising tensions in Lincoln, trotting off to a village closer to the Midwest where no one knew who you were and you could start anew.

It was a quiet, idyllic town of under a thousand people, full of very welcoming locals who accepted you both as newly weds, haphazardly making your vows with the priest before you left when it became too violent and unruly. It was that, or more salacious livelihoods, which gave you a shudder.

As a newly married couple, the town came together to help you both choose a new home, a simple but suitable old barn, nothing much but enough for comfort. Billy picked up work as a ranch hand to the farm next door, and you were approached by some nuns to help with the new school due to the growing population of little ones with the families moving in the growing city.

Which is why you did not expect during a lesson of arithmetics, a drunken, fractious vagrant barges in the farmhouse, careless with his firearms. You panic, instinct driving you to huddle and protect the children, until help could come to ward him off. Screams,frantic footsteps, cries for help, until two loggers were able to hunt him down and get him under custody with the sheriff and arrest him for questioning.

You were relieved and grateful all your students were spoken for, but you were not spared, a bullet made its way to your arm before he could be captured. Your headmistress dropped you off on the carriage in front of your home with Billy, ignored her worried look as you strutted home, praying he wasn’t home to see you in this condition.

Just as you opened the door and sauntered in quietly, you stepped on the loose plank that squeaked, alerting Billy who was having coffee and toast at the dining table. As his eyes met you, his eyes widened seeing the blood trail starting to form from your arm.

“What happened to you?”

“I know, don’t panic-”

“How can I not panic, you’re bleeding?! Let me see.” He marches up to you, waiting anxiously for you to take off your shawl and blouse. Billy helps you peel it off, seeing the bullet on your bicep, tugging you gently towards the couch.

Billy agitatedly goes through the cabinet searching for his first aid kit, or the basic stitches, needles, and bandages he could have acquired before you both absconded to the new town.

“We have to call the town doctor, love. I can’t believe they let you walk out like that.”

You looked down sheepishly, realizing he was right. Your tendency not wanting to make a ruckus and stay out of trouble even at the possibility of death or infection would be the end of you.

“Y-You’re right. I’m sorry.” Billy kisses you on the forehead before he runs out your home, calling out for a doctor to help, or at least some learned healer women if they were predisposed. Not that there were many in this small town, at least more than Lincoln.

A doctor and his female assistant ran into your home several minutes later, bag in hand to take the bullet out your arm the best they can, and seal up your wounds.

Billy watches you tensely, feet tapping against the wood floor, arms crossed deep in thought and sweat down his brow as he worries about your well being. You smile weakly at him, even as you grow slightly pale and cool from the pain of the bullet still in your arm.

“I’ll be fine, darlin’. Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere soon. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You assure him, reaching for his hand with your unhurt arm, tightening your grip around his, a teasing undertone to your voice. He chuckles slightly, the worry still consuming him.

He gets on his knees, pleading with a tight grip on your hands. “You’re a fighter, my girl. Please don’t leave me. “

“I won’t, my love, I promise.” You take a deep breath as the doctor begins to operate on you and remove the bullet carefully, the morphine and opioid he gave you earlier beginning to kick in.

Billy is escorted out your humble abode by the assistant, but he refuses to keep his eyes away from you. He refuses to look away ,as if he would lose you if he would.

To both of your relief, the doctor explains the wound will heal, leaving a scar, that the bullet has been removed and you were lucky it was just a graze, because a few centimeters left, it could have been fatal and hit a major artery.

He thanks the doctor and his assistant, handing a small bag of coins into their hands before they leave, before he turns back to you, still worried but relief washed all over him.

“I could have lost you, my sweet. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” Billy tears up as he caresses your face gently, cradling you close to him in apprehension.

You lean into him weakly, mindful of the newly stitched up wound on your arm. “I’m not going anywhere, Billy.”

Billy sniffles, wiping his tears as he watches you fondly, relieved you were to recover.

“Do you know who may have attempted to shoot at me and my students?”

He nods grimly. “They have, he’s been rounded by the sheriff and won’t cause us any more trouble, darling. I promise, you’re safe, we’ll be safe.” You nodded, tearing up at him as he presses his forehead to yours.

No one would haunt you or Billy no more. No longer would the ghosts of your past, of violence, of instability, of bloodshed haunt you both anymore. Together, you’d find peace in your small town.

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girls-alias · 4 months

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Sam's Years P3

Title: Sam's Years Part 3

Words: 1,804

Relations: Sam Winchester X reader.

TW: Sexual hinting.

Prompt:

Sam ran into you years later after you left the hunting life.

It had been nearly 11 years since we ran into Sam.

At night, my heart screams at me. It reminds me of the great times we had and the regrets I hold close to my chest. Rory is a young genius, she has dreams of being a doctor and the grades to allow her. She was 12 when she finally figured out Sam was her father. As soon as she figured it out herself I explained it all. She cried for days and I regretted being so honest but she deserves the truth. I often checked on her through the night, finding her hugging the photo of him and me with Dean.

Sam and I were together, perfect for each other. I fell pregnant and couldn't bring myself to tell Sam, I knew as soon as I told him he would quit hunting, he would leave his life behind but just like always I was afraid. I knew I couldn't cope if he had told me he wouldn't leave, that he would leave me so I didn't give him the option. I decided I would do it all on my own, I would let Sam continue hunting while I raised our child, him never knowing.

We had settled in nicely to our new home. We were the perfect neighbours, the perfect addition to the small, family-like village. I always looked for possible monsters, knowing if one were to come around, Sam and Dean might turn up. We were monster-free and a small enough village, out of the way of any main roads. There is no way Sam and Dean could happen upon the town.

Rory's focus stayed on her school work and volunteering at the local doctor's to start understanding the way a doctor works. I am very proud of her and know her intelligence comes from Sam. It breaks and warms my heart at the same time, she seems to be becoming more and more like him every day. I took over the small bakery as ole' man Richards grew ill and couldn't manage it alone.

"Hi, princess," I cheered, the bell above the door grabbing my attention as she walked in, books in hand like usual and Sam's smile.

"Hi, mom. I thought I would come to help clean up so we can go to the movies quicker," She explained a little excitedly as she placed her books on a clean table. I chuckled as I went back to wiping the tables.

"I'm almost done, you okay checking the office is cleared up? Richards is coming in tomorrow so I need to make sure the floors are clear so he doesn't fall again," I explained, she chuckled as she approached. Side hugging me, I kissed the top of her head.

"You don't worry about that, he trips over air," She joked, earning a chuckle from me before she headed to the back.

I popped my head to my music as I played it quietly over the speakers, I continued cleaning tables, putting the chairs up once I was done so it was easier to mop later. The bell jingled behind me showing someone had come in.

"I'm sorry, we're closed," I explained. Flipping my hair back out of my face, before I turned around and saw Sam standing in the doorway. A slight beard graced his cheeks. He looked at me hopefully. I gulped but put a smile on my face. "Hey, I still have some cupcakes one?" I asked, trying to act natural. Maybe this is a coincidence. Maybe he got a flat tyre and happened upon the place. Maybe he is a figment of my imagination. My twisted and degrading imagination.

He said nothing as he slowly approached. My breath hitched as I wondered about a thousand things, does he know? Does he hate me? Did he come here to find us? I gulped as he got closer, I tried acting natural, calm and collected but I've never been able to hide my emotions in my eyes. He stopped arm's length away from me. My smile faltered as he looked heartbroken.

"10 years, 7 months and 4 days." He said simply. I looked at him confused, my mind going blank. "It has been 10 years, 7 months and 4 days since I met our daughters." He went on. My mouth instantly dried. He knows. He's smart I should have figured he knows. I stammered for words, for excuses, for anything. I could deny it, I could tell him I cheated, I could lie through my teeth to anyone but Sam. He licked his lips, the broken-hearted look on his face. I gulped.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, I have to confess. I have to explain everything, I have to find the courage to tell him why I never told him, I have to-

His lips were on mine before another word could escape. He held the back of my neck, his hand on my waist. I was kissing him back before I could even think. My hands found his longer hair, begging to be closer to him. Sam's the last person I have kissed. No kiss could ever heal me after our kiss goodbye. The tears mixed together and my whole body begged me to stay but I didn't and I regret it. Sam seemed to relax into my touch, just like all those years ago when he would melt against my lips, he would smile as he kissed me and he was doing it again.

"Mom?" Rory's voice was confused behind me. I gasped as I pulled away, quickly covering my lips as we looked at her. I opened my mouth to apologise for her witnessing that but she smiled brightly. Her breath quickening. "Dad!" She screamed, running around. I stepped out of her way as Sam opened his arms and she ran into them.

I watched them, tears in my eyes as I quickly realised the injustice I had done to both of them. I kept them both apart because of my fear. Sam seemed to hug her so tightly, that it seemed like he was afraid to let go in case we left again. No more running. He stroked her hair as I watched tears escape his eyes as she softly sobbed into his chest. We're all crying messes. I chuckled as I wiped my eyes. Sam smiled at me before they pulled away from the hug.

"You found us, thank God. We're going to the movies, I already got your ticket and moms buying the popcorn," She explained excitedly, I looked at her confused.

"You planned this?" I asked. Sam smirked as she looked at him. She turned around to face me slowly. She looked happy but guilty.

"I may have put something in the newspapers but I didn't think he'd actually see it so I didn't tell you in case you got your hopes up or made us leave," She explained, wincing slightly like she was afraid I'd be mad. I smiled, shaking my head as I hugged her. She melted into my arms sighing in relief.

"Thank you," I expressed as I kissed the top of her head. I smiled at Sam as he watched but soon joined the hug. The three of us hugged one another happily. Sam kissed my forehead before resting his chin on the top of my head like he used to. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

We decided the bakery could wait. I locked up before we all started walking to the movies, Rory excitedly explaining things in her life he wanted her to know. It seemed like she was giving him a full rundown of her life, to the details of when she lost her baby teeth. Sam walked in between Rory and me, after a while he wrapped his arm over my shoulder as we walked. Rory excitedly skipped ahead still explaining her life. The smile on my face never faded.

"I never stopped loving you," He whispered to me. I blushed as I looked up at him.

"I never stopped loving you either," I whispered back. He chuckled happily, pulling me closer to connect our lips. He pulled away with a bright smile. I grinned as I chuckled.

We got to the movies, already acting like a happy family. Rory wanted to sit in the middle, the popcorn in her lap. I often noticed Sam watching me, and I finally found the courage to look at him. His smile grew as we made eye contact. I chuckled softly as I looked back, paying attention to the movie.

Rory had dismissed herself to go to bed, leaving Sam and me alone in the living room where we had all been sitting on the floor looking at our photos over the years. Sam said nothing as he grabbed my ankles with a little stretch and pulled me to him. I giggled as he smirked at me. Instantly connecting our lips. I smiled against his lips as he lay me back, hovering over me slightly. His tongue graced my lips. I opened my mouth, my tongue greeting his in the middle as we made out. His hand roamed my body as he kissed me. I held the back of his hair and his back, keeping his body close to me.

"I'm making up for lost time," He said against my lips. I giggled as his lips moved from my lips to my neck, instantly finding the place that was sensitive. He's remembered after all these years.

"Maybe we should do this in the living room," I hinted, I felt him smirk before he placed a quick kiss on my neck and pulled away to smile at me.

"You're right, our daughter might see us," He commented and I could tell he was excited to say it. I chuckled as he jumped up and offered me his hand. He pulled me to my feet but he bent down pressing his shoulder to my stomach before he stood up straight, picking me up and carrying me on his shoulder. I giggled, feeling weightless in his arms. "Which way?" He whispered as he walked up the stairs to find my room. I covered my mouth as I giggled.

"End of the hall," I explained. He seemed to pick up speed as he made his way to my room.

"Dad?" I looked up to see Rory in her doorway looking at us confused. Sam turned around to face her. "Good night, I'll see you in the morning,"

"Good night, baby," He added chuckling before heading into my room. He dropped me softly onto my bed. "She's clever. She put headphones on," He explained before his lips found mine again. I chuckled as I kissed him back.

My family is perfect and finally complete.

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running-with-the-feels · 4 months

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I have returned! With Liu Kang headcanons in tow! Also, this is reallyyy long so no pressure to give an in-depth response.

Liu Kang was born in a small village in Henan Province, China. Due to the small size of the village, home births were common with the only doctor being the local healer. His mother experienced complications while birthing him and ended up dying, leaving his father to raise him alone. His parents had already been struggling with poverty before but now that his mother was gone his father had less time to work. Forcing him to choose between work or raising his son, his father chose to care for him.

Kang’s father was a kind man, the kind to give the clothes off his own back away even if he needed them more. He taught him everything he knew. How to forge and prepare food, how to read and write, the best way to clean, how to fix problems around the house. Have a leak? Don’t know if this mushroom is edible? Liu Kang can help! While he knows the basics of how to do these things he is far from a professional.

Eventually, this caught up to him as he had gotten food poisoning from the rotten food, having given the fresh food to Kang. He died when Kang was six. He buried his father next to his mother in the backyard with a wooden stake as a gravestone.

He lived alone for a little over a year before a Shaolin monk passing through town saw no one cared for him and asked if he wanted to come to the monastery. After some convincing (a promise and deal with the village that his home wouldn’t be touched) he agreed.

Kung Lao is a year older than him, being 8 while Kang was 7 when they met. Lao was ecstatic to have someone around his age around and quickly befriended him.

Kang, despite having what he assumed was a normal upbringing, had a lot of unresolved trauma (mostly from his year alone) and didn’t know how to properly navigate social situations. He had unknowingly internalized a lot of his father’s bad behaviors, especially his self-sacrificial tendencies.

Lao being a fairly normal child didn’t realize this and just thought he was a bit strange and quiet. Constantly asking if Liu Kang was going to finish his food Kang, not wanting to disappoint his new friend, would give him what he had. This came to a head when Liu Kang fainted from lack of nutrition and Lao was thoroughly chewed out by a medic for taking food from an obviously malnourished kid.

Liu Kang has stunted growth as an adult only standing 5"6' when he should be around 5"8'. While short, he is very broad. Broader than Kuai Liang despite being a good amount of inches shorter.

He awakened his pyromancy when he was 10 while sparring (read: play fighting) with Kung Lao. Lao had just gotten the upper hand and Kang, in a panic, grabbed his wrist, and the next thing they knew Lao was screaming and clutching his burnt wrist. He got bandaged by a medic and promised Kang he wasn't scared of him and that "a little fire" wouldn't change anything. Even going as far as to encourage Kang to use fire against him.

Kung Lao looks at the burn fondly now, jokingly calling it the one time Liu Kang didn't pull his punches against him.

While both are pyromancy, Liu Kang and Hanzo's fire work very differently. Kang's fire is genetic and is closer to cryomancy in function (but, like with fire instead of ice). Unlike Hanzo, Kang can be burned (though he has a massive resistance) in the same way cryomancers can get frostbite. Also his magic naturally settles in his lower stomach while Hanzo's sits in his chest.

If I were to describe Liu Kang in one word it'd be repressed. He doesn't want to burden others with his feelings and is more than happy to never talk about it. Only ever talking about it once with Lao when they were preteens. And that was because it slipped out, not because he genuinely wanted to breach the topic. He's gotten better with age, but whenever his feelings are singled out he shuts down.

He doesn't believe he should be selfish (even though it's not selfish) and should be grateful for what he has. His father raised him to be grateful and the Shaolin taught him similarly, acting selfishly would be like spitting on their faces. He needs to be grateful to those who helped him, lest they throw him back on the streets.

And that's where the people-pleasing, self-destructive, and sacrificial tendencies come from! I'm moving onto happier headcanons now :)

He has a competitive streak, not that he'll admit it. And not many realize it. Johnny, none the wiser, challenged him to a cook off and Liu Kang took that seriously. An entire event was made with Earthrealm's defenders to judge the food. Honestly, the food was so good it just turned into a vote of whether you like Chinese or Italian food more. Kang won.

For the next few months, Liu Kang would give Johnny this look that he could only describe as smug. He thought he was going crazy because he was the only one who noticed it and everyone he told brushed him off because "Liu Kang's not like that". The only one who believed him was Kung Lao because he too had been on the receiving end of Kang's post-competition smugness.

Accidentally encouraged Sonya's kleptomania and was mortified when he realized it.

He secretly loves dirty jokes, but he never makes them unless he's either drunk, the opportunity is too good to pass up, or he's really comfortable with you. Even then it's rare. If the joke itself doesn't get you, the shock of it coming out of his mouth will.

If you think Hanzo has no brain to mouth filter when he's drunk, then Kang's 10x worse. Worse to the point they started a quote book that includes but is not limited to: "I sometimes wish I could get pregnant, I'd like to experience motherhood." "*Lao explaining something* Lao we literally took each other's virginity-" "*Loudly sighs and walks up to Jax, taking his cigar out of his mouth, then proceeding to smoke the stolen cigar as he walks away without a word.*" He is usually dragged home from the party by Kung Lao or Kitana, because, no, they don't need to know about our sex life.

Loves smoking but rarely does it because he knows it's bad for his health. At this point, he's convinced it's a pyromancer thing because the feeling of smoke in his lungs causes his powers to thrum. Prefers to use a pipe as they create less waste.

His type is long, dark haired, round eyed, people of prestigious descent, with bladed weaponry, who are taller than him. Being dangerous is a fun bonus.

This took forever to type and I'm going to bed now, looking forward to your thoughts in the morning <3

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Liu Kang's headband is actually a piece of cloth from one of his mother's clothes that his father gave him to keep her close. He has fully burned ppl for trying to take it from him

Once Kung Lao realized how malnourished and self sacrificing Liu Kang was, he made it his mission to ensure that his friend ate. Lao would steal snacks from the kitchen and hand them to Liu whenever he wasn't paying attention and would also glare at anyone who tried to take food from the younger boy.

Because Liu Kang joined the monastery later than most, it took him a while to catch up to their skill, causing some of the other kids to tease him. Lao, once he learned, started fighting anyone who said a bad word about Liu, leading to them both getting in trouble over it.

It did also lead to their first kiss, with them having gotten in serious trouble after Lao broke a kids arm, so he kept trying to apologize to Liu over it, eventually causing Liu to kiss him to shut him up. As much as Liu Kang dislikes hurting the other monks, he can't deny that it feels nice to have someone so determined to protect him, even from their friends.

Lao is taller than him and consistently gloats about it, but he is also leaner which Liu never fails to point out.

Whenever the two are cuddling in bed, Liu will kiss the burn on Lao's hand as both an apology for it (which Lao always waves off) and an affectionate gesture.

Liu never talks about his feelings, even the positive ones, and it is one of the few things he and Lao fight about, with Lao wanting Liu to be more open so that he can support Liu the way Liu supports him

They also fought when Raiden chose Liu as his champion (and pls someone ask me about my Kung Lao hcs I Beg) bc Lao felt that it was unfair to pick one over the other when they where both equally skilled and Raiden could have easily brought both of them (which would be smarter) and Liu, not wanting the last time he saw Kung Lao to be a fight, kept telling him to trust Raiden's judgement and just refused to engage in the argument.

To this day, they both regret that they parted angry before the tournament, without a goodbye kiss or "I love you"

After finding out about Kitana and Liu having their budding romance, Lao pulled back, thinking he was no longer wanted (man is insecure and he hides that under arrogance) which lead to Liu thinking Lao now hated him for being chosen. They were both pining and miserable for months, leading to Kitana being very confused by the situation and not knowing how to handle it (she's not good at people, she's good at murder)

Kitana and Johnny of all people ended up hanging out and she let slip what was going on and why she was confused by it, leading to Johnny dragging Lao and Liu over to his house for the night and making them sit down and talk, acting as a mediator between them. It took several days but they eventually worked it out and then went to talk to Kitana, leading to them all getting together

Kung Lao and Kitana remained platonic, however, though they did start to get along (I am not married to the idea that Kung Lao and Kitana don't ever also get together, but I do think it would take a looooooong time before they did)(if I wrote a Liulaotana story in that vein, would anyone be interested in that? It wouldn't be any time soon but, yknow, still)

Liu Kang also challenged Jax to an arm wrestling competition and lost, which revealed that he is something of a sore loser. He won't say anything and he'll always be really polite, but then afterwards he's grumpy and throws himself into training for days on end.

On those days, Kung Lao and Kitana will usually team up to pull him out of the training yard and back into bed, helping him work his frustration out in a more productive way.

Loves a good dirty joke and is also shockingly good at dirty talk. Once got Kung Lao off with nothing but his voice and some heavy kissing and he remains smug about that. Kitana refuses to believe that story no matter how much Kung Lao blushes in mortification until Liu does the exact same thing to her.

Not only is there a notebook of Liu's lack of filter, the kombat kids have a gc full of videos of him saying various outrageous shit.

he does enjoy smoking, but Kung Jin got him to try a vape once and he threw up from how much he hated it. Sticks to his pipe after that.

Points out that Kitana and Kung Lao are similar and both his type once and neither of them will speak to him for a week bc of it.

lemme know if you have any more! these are great!

#liu kang #kung lao #kitana #liulao #liulaotana #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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suchawrathfullamb · 3 months

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Hannibal and Will have fashioned some sort of schedule when it comes to their new life, living nestled away in a little fishing town.

They’d entered this tucked-away safe haven, injured and bloody, clutching onto each other like lifelines. Hannibal was trying desperately to stave off the bleeding coming from Will’s tremble with nothing but a rolled-up shirt and spite that would make God himself tremble.

The locals had taken them in with the kindness of a grandmother, nursing them back to health with expertise in wound-tending and an overabundance of soup. Slowly, but surely, Hannibal and Will melted into the little town like they’d always lived there. They rented a small condo with money Hannibal had raked together by thinly-veiled manipulation and a saccharine smile and were now known as Joseph and Francis Du Pont.

After they healed and managed to get back on their feet, Hannibal returned to his roots as a surgeon and partnered with the village’s only doctor, working tirelessly. Which led to the comfortable evening schedule they’d fallen into.

Hannibal would finish his shift, taking a brisk walk home, stopping to buy fish someday or to grab new flowers for the dining room table. He’d unlock the door and slip inside—something Will called a basemeal simmering on the stove.

A meal that was both edible and enjoyable for Will but also allowed Hannibal the creative freedom to take the dish and elevate it however he saw fit. He’d spend the better half of twenty minutes fixing his plate. Today, Will made simple spaghetti.

Hannibal unbuttoned his dress shirt and hung it on the back of a chair as he plated his meal, humming along softly to the record Will had put on.

Hannibal enjoyed this part of the evening the most, when he would gather his finished plate in his hands and exit the house, heading for their backyard, where his love was sprawled out on a lawn chair. Looking like a painting, in one of Hannibal’s expensive button-up shirts and nothing else, he was drinking his nightly whiskey out of a champagne flute, a book open in his hands. The golden hour sun covered him in a way that looked godly. Something to be worshipped.

Hannibal walked forward silently, shifting his plate to one hand as he swept a hand through Will’s overgrown curls and planted a soft, lingering kiss on the man’s sweaty forehead.

"Hello, darlin',” Will said, a soft smile on his pink lips and one finger pressing between the pages of his book to keep his spot as he closed it.

“Hello, my William,” Hannibal replied, a giddy smile fighting its way to his lips.

The three new dogs, Lacy, Peanut, and Buster, bark and nip at the hem of his expensive trousers, which he refused to take off even in the heat of the Caribbean, but his focus was on the deity in front of him. William was at complete peace, the champagne flute resting against his lips as he smirked around the rim.

Hannibal set his plate down on the empty space on the lawn chair and handed Will one of the two forks he’d gotten, knowing the man had made the dinner but forgot to eat it. Hannibal pressed one more kiss to Will’s forehead before kneeling by the foot of the lawn chair.

“What are you reading today, Will?”

Will hummed, swallowing his bite of spaghetti. “Not quite sure... just started it,” he finally answered, gesturing to the pile of paperbacks at his side.

Hannibal began to rub Will’s sore feet with his expert hands, pressing his soft lips to the tan skin of Will’s shins, his thighs, and his ankles, “beautiful. Handsome. Exquisite.” He murmured into the warm skin.

Will doesn’t reply, but Hannibal can see the disbelief brimming in Will’s green eyes. Hannibal returned his distrusting gaze with a soft smile as he continued to rub his feet, pressing kisses on whatever warm skin Will granted him the privilege of touching.

“The man on the square,” Will said suddenly, but Hannibal understood him clearly.

Hannibal nodded. “Very good choice, dear William. An ill-mannered man who won’t be missed by anyone. A quick and easy kill.

Will made a small sound as he stretched, his muscles rippling, giving Hannibal the smallest tease of the white flesh of Will’s untanned upper thighs before they were covered by Hannibal’s shirt once again.

“Tomorrow, then. Evening, we’ll make it look like he died in his sleep. They’ll send you to review the body, and you can be very persuasive.”

Hannibal gave him such a soft look as he kissed his shins and thighs, sweaty and warm from the golden sunshine.

"Eat, William,” he said, handing Will a piece of garlic bread, pushing his hands away, and feeding it to him.

Will groaned softly, “Thank you.”

And Hannibal could read the words and the weight placed on that phrase, dissect the phrase, and watch the emotion gush out like blood, staining Will’s mouth crimson.

“I love you too.”

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i’m currently very high and very sleepy, but you gave me brainrot :((( anyway throws this at you and runs (and i’m aware the characterizations could be better but im tired and couldn’t find a fuck to give) ((also sorry for any grammatical errors and whatnot))

I can't believe you did it! Omg that's so nice ;_; IT'S TOO CUTE AND DELICIOUS

#yes pls more of you send me asks with these it will cure my mental ilness #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #fanfic

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adelha-mathilde · 1 month

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Never Leave You Again (Trigun) fic

content: Vash decides to leave you behind. Only for him to hurry back to you when dangers calls on the village he left you in. Established relationship. Mention of violence. Mention of injury. Mention of blood, angst turns to fluffy comforting,

It's for the best. That's what he kept telling himself over and over in his head. The tomas he was riding bouncing along the dunes as Vash distanced himself from that small village. Away from people. Away from you. He knew what he was doing would hurt you. After months of building a relationship together. After growing so attached to each other. Now he was leaving you behind. To keep you safe from harm. To keep you safe from him.

Vash knew you'd never have left him. You were too loyal. To dedicated. To stubborn to leave him wallowing in isolation and solitude. He'd told you over and over that being near him got people killed. Yet you stayed. You all but tied yourself to him to declare you would never leave him. That he was the best part of your future. That the only life you wanted was one with him in it.

So Vash had snuck out of the shared room at the inn. You'd been in the shower for only two minutes. All the time he needed to grab his bag and head out. Knowing that it would take you extra time to get dressed and out the door to actually try and find him. But by then it would be too late.

At least, that had been the plan.

But once Vash has gotten about fifty aisles from the village, Vash feels all consuming dread clutch at his stomach. The radio earpiece crackling on to give out an emergency alert. That bandits had swept into the village and were ransacking and looting. The locals mounting a counter for them to request help. Vash reigned in the tomas to go wide eyed. Turning to see that smoke was billowing out over the village. His body washing over with all consuming fear. He had left you there so you would be safe. Now you were all alone and-

Vash kicked the tomas into a sprint to race back to the village as fast as possible. His teeth clenched as he prayed that you were all right. That he hadn't just left you to the worms of fate to be a victim of misfortune. Vash already had his gun out once he reached the village gate. Firing at two guards to neutralize their threat right away and go sailing past them on the tomas. The main street was filled with shouts and gunfire. Many of the adults fortified in sturdy buildings to be policing the situation themselves. But many of the bandits had heavy firearms to be shooting through the walls of buildings. The mortal and clay more like paper as bullets ripped through them. So Vash got involved to put himself front and center. Vowing he would make sure no one died.

By the time all the bandits are dealt with and tied up, the village is singing the praises of the Humanoid Typhoon. Yet all Vash cares about is finding you. Begging to know if anyone has seen you. Which he gets an answer right away. The old barkeep saying you were in the makeshift clinic. So Vash ran to find you and all but tumbled over his own feet through the door to your room.

There you were. Sitting up in the bed. A few bandages on your arms and a black eye that was already half swollen shut. But you were alive. Vash gave a hard sob to launch himself at you and hug you tight. Your sound of surprise getting cut short when Vash squeezed you a little too hard. But you were here. You were okay and still breathing. The doctor came in to let Vash know what had happened to land you here. That you had been on your way out of the inn and scrambling with your gear to see that the bandits were trying to sneak into town. So you'd given a shout back into the inn that bandits were invading. The inn keeper soon turning on the audio speaker alarms placed around the village for sirens to start whining out. You had scurried away from the inn and down the street to barely make it into the bar. A few gunshots just missing you for you to have scraped up your arm on some broken bottles. Thankfully, all the tough as nails older men and some retired marshals had still been sober enough to help.

Vash held you close to be sniffling and sobbing as he squished you in a hug. So you hugged him back as Vash openly apologized for being a stupid ass. His bawling and blubbering having all your anger melt away as you sighed. Telling him that he better not ever think of trying to leave you behind ever again.

#Trigun fanfiction #Trigun Fanfiction #trigun fanfiction #vash x reader #Vash x reader #Vash X Reader #Never Leave You Again #// thought about posting this to my side blog #// but this blog needs some activity

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aita-blorbos · 6 months

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AITA for revealing the truth to my friend about his dead brother?

Ok, my friend A is showing me how to use this "tumblr" thing, but I'm not really versed with social media, so I'm sorry if it ends up confusing. This is a pretty upsetting situation on both ends, and while I don't think I'm in the wrong, I see how traumatic it could be for him to learn all this.

For context: I (f21) and my friend (who we can call M, m20) have been friends since childhood. We live in a really small village, with almost no contact to the rest of the country, so we've only really had each other (and some other kids, but they're not as friendly now...) for our entire lives. M lives with his father, and they're also a bit more outcasted than I due to distance and generally being outcasts, because they're a bit... weird.

M had a brother when he was a kid with whom we hung out as well, but that brother unfortunately drowned in a freak situation (according to M, he just walked into the sea and never looked back). M was there to witness it, and that rightfully left him shaken and traumatized, and deeply saddened everyone in the island as well. Except that brother never existed?

It's like, M used to be his brother, and then one day he claimed to be a completely different person and that his brother had drowned, and we were all weirded out by that. His dad begged the town to not ever reveal the truth to him, and that kinda solidified his status as a bit weird here, but we followed along. It isn't like, hes trans and this is him trying to transition or anything, M has *entire lines of memory* with his dead brother in the picture, and he believes in it very firmly. As kids, he'd "pretend" to be M and we'd play like he was an imaginary friend, but that became true to him, somehow, and his brother died.

Fast forward to now, and life was going on as normal, until a family from the big city decided to move here to our village. They have two kids around our age (f23, "A"; and m20, "O") and those two were curious about some of the local legends regarding the village, especially since we're the 2nd or 3rd generation here, so the four of us - me, M, O and A - decided to investigate. We uncovered some... pretty upsetting things? M got bitten by a poisonous snake, and when we took him to the doctor, we three had the opportunity to look at his medical records, and only his brother was listed in the early ones, as having a dangerous birth. We tried to keep it from M to not upset him, but he eventually got them, and was pretty upset to find out he never existed.

At this point, I couldn't take it anymore, and revealed everything to him - the imaginary friend, the twin thing, the way he just... changed one day, how we all had to keep it a secret for years, and how thats why the kids we used to he friends with are never friendly to him now.

We're both really hurt by all this, but I think he deserves to know the truth. He disagrees, and seems especially affected by how this reveal went down. I agree it could've been handled better, but... AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #child death

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cutef1cs · 2 years

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Beautiful as Spring - Harvey x Artist Reader

Description: On a spring afternoon, Harvey decides to give a beautiful tulip to the most beautiful friend he has, the farmer Y/N.

Genre: Fluff and Romance.

Warnings: None!

The gentle breeze of wind made the flowers in the valley fly, as if the colorful petals were traveling around. The beautiful sing of the birds blended in perfectly with the spring atmosphere of the small town near the mountains.

All the beauty and tranquility of that delicate fauna enchanted the local doctor. Harvey was standing in front of his clinic, he had closed it for today.

Harvey was calmly surveying his surroundings, his brown eyes were just admiring the nature and spring weathe. In one of his hands, he held a beautiful red tulip. The doctor had found this flower during his lunchtime walk through the forest, he stopped walking just to admire the beautiful flower.

All the beauty and grace of that plant made him think of only one person, the farmer. A great friend of Harvey's, but at the same time, a great friend that Harvey has a enormous feeling of love for, a feeling that Harvey has a hard time hiding… The doctor had already been in love with the farmer for two years, that is, practically since he arrived in town.

Harvey still remembers very well the day the farmer arrived, he was the subject of conversation in town for a whole week, everyone in the village was so curious to know what he was like.

When Harvey first saw the farmer, he was calmly arriving at the clinic with his overalls pockets full of seed packets, his boots soaked in mud. He apologized sheepishly for the dirt on his boots, but the doctor didn't care at all, the only thing Harvey paid attention to was how beautiful he was.

As time went on, as conversation went on, everything about that young farmer charmed Harvey. His gentle smile, his personality, his love for animals, his hair and the way it swayed in the wind...

Harvey was hopelessly in love. He didn't know how to handle it.

Now the doctor was looking at the tulip in his hands, with a small passionate smile on his face. Harvey was determined to deliver this beautiful red flower to the farmer.

But despite the romantic and delicate gesture, Harvey had no intention of declaring himself yet, deep down he wanted so much to talk about his feelings for the farmer, but decided to avoid it because of the fear he had of ending up losing his confidant and best friend…

So he will just deliver a beautiful flower, to a beautiful person.

"I hope he's not busy with the harvest…" Harvey was talking to himself, afraid he'd end up interfering with his friend's work.

Trying to put his worries aside, Harvey tucked the tulip into his coat pocket. He starts walking calmly out of the village, heading towards the farm in the forest. In less than two minutes he could already see the open wooden gate of the farm. As he approached, the doctor already began to feel nervousness inside him. Harvey felt his heart beat faster.

The doctor sighed, trying to compose himself and once again ignore this unbearable feeling. He judges himself for being so anxious around his best friend, but what the doctor doesn't understand, is that no one controls love.

After the small sigh, Harvey continued to look for the farmer, but he only saw his cottage and the vast forest fauna present throughout the farm. As he took a few more steps forward, Harvey found himself surrounded by grass and beautiful flowers.

He walks towards the cabin, looking for the farmer, but stops midway when he sees the farmer's pet cat lying on the grass. Harvey was smiling happily at the little cat, awed by its cuteness.

"Hey sweet little thing!" Harvey bent down to pat the cat on the head. The kitty just raised they head with eyes closed, accepting the affection in the sweetest way possible. "Little one, do you know where Y/N is? I wanted to talk to him."

The kitten was still lying there, just relaxing.

"Cute." The doctor gave the little animal a smile.

Harvey went back to looking around the farm, looking for him, he walked a little further and finally saw the person he was looking for so much!

The farmer was leaning against one of the trees to the left of the cottage. He was sitting quietly, doodling in his sketchbook with a pencil.

Ah, he's drawing.

Harvey thinks with a smile on his face.

Harvey just watched him with delight. The farmer was looking at the sheet of his sketchbook with a serene gaze, he was scribbling something here and there, seeming completely absorbed in the activity. After a few seconds, Harvey says:

"Hello Y/N!" Harvey greeted, approaching him.

The farmer turned his head towards the voice and then smiled when he saw who it was.

"Harvey!" He gave a little wave. "It's great to see you."

"I say the same." The doctor smiled kindly. "Oh, sorry if i got in the way, you're drawing right? I thought I'd pay a visit."

"No, no. You're not in the way." The farmer said, correcting him. "Not at all, i'm very happy to see you Harvey, I love your company."

Hearing this, Harvey smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly, the doctor thought of how much he also loved the farmer's company.

"Want to see my drawings?"

"Of course, i would love." Harvey was smiling lovingly at the farmer.

"Come." The farmer patted the grass beside him, indicating the place for the brown-eyed man to sit. Harvey sat next to him.

"So what are you drawing?" Harvey asked, curious to see what he had in his sketchbook.

It had been a long time since Harvey had discovered that farmer Y/N liked to draw. He found this out the year the farmer moved into town, in a morning conversation. They were talking about random things until Harvey asked if he had any hobbies, any activity he really enjoyed doing in his spare time, and without a second thought, the farmer replied that he loves to draw.

Y/N showed him some of his drawings. To Harvey, all of his drawings were so beautiful. He admires everything about his arts, the lines, the painting… it's just so unique and beautiful. Harvey had no doubt that Y/N was an amazing artist.

The townspeople could hardly imagine that in addition to his work as a farmer, Y/N was also a thoughtful and talented artist.

Now Y/N was smiling, giving the sketchbook to his friend. Harvey would pick it up and start looking at each drawing there, analyzing it. It has varied sketches of natural elements, present in the farm. The daffodils, the sheeps and chickens, the beautiful trees with pink leaves that were surrounding the entire village that season. Harvey stood for a few seconds admiring these drawings, enchanted by the beauty of each colored sketch.

"It's very beautiful, Y/N…" Harvey spoke looking at the sketchbook with a captivated look, he had liked all the drawings very much.

"Do you think Harv? I'm enjoying drawing these, but you know, they're pretty simple."

"Being simple doesn't change the fact that they are beautiful, there is a lot of beauty in simplicity, I think these drawings are wonderful!"

"Did you really like it?" The farmer asked shyly.

"I loved it." Harvey had a gentle smile on his face. "Actually i love all the drawings you make, you are an amazing artist Y/N…"

The farmer put his hand to his head, a little awkwardly, with a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

"Thanks Harv…" The farmer replied to his friend with an embarrassed smile. He was feeling so flattered and happy with the doctor's lines.

That farmer's smile was enough to make Harvey feel a sea of butterflies in his stomach. The doctor just smiled back, a slight blush on his cheeks.

To me, you're amazing in everything you do…

Harvey thought, passionately.

"Hey Harvey." Y/N called out to him, causing the brown eyed man to snap out of his thoughts.

"Oh, say it!"

"Can I draw you?"

"Draw me?"

"Yes." The farmer nodded, a little sheepishly. "You are so beautiful, I would love to draw you."

Harvey's eyes widened, his cheeks that had previously only been slightly flushed were now completely red.

If a few minutes ago Harvey thought he would be able to control all the nervousness by being next to the person he loves so much, that fell apart when she said that.

"Mm… b-beautiful? Thank you…" The doctor who looked like a tomato, started to stutter, not making much sense at first. "…Of course… yes, I… I'd love to."

The farmer smiled kindly upon hearing this, he took out his sketchbook and one of his pencils.

"Stay still, so I can try to draw you in the right pose."

"Okay."

Harvey sits down across from the farmer, smiling sheepishly and cheeks still on fire.

The farmer begins to draw, joy evident on his face. As he drew, he looked at Harvey and then at the paper, picking up the references he needed to continue making his art.Y/N spent the next few minutes repeating this process, drawing passionately in her sketchbook. When he made a mistake in his line, he used the eraser that was on the side and corrected any mistakes. The farmer seemed calm and at the same time very determined with the drawing. Harvey was happy, curious to see how he would turn out.

After a few minutes, the farmer drops his pencil on the ground and smiles at his friend.

"I finished."

"How was it??" Harvey asked, curious about the outcome.

Farmer Y/N took the sheet out of his notebook, handing it to Harvey. On the sheet, the farmer had drawn a sketch of the doctor in his own artistic style. Y/N didn't notice but Harvey's dark orbs glowed at the sight of that drawing. No one had ever done something like this for him.

"What do you think?"

"It's so beautiful…" Harvey looked at the farmer with a grateful, passionate gaze.

"It's my gift to you, I'm so glad you liked it."

"Actually, i loved it."

The farmer was smiling shyly, feeling very happy that his friend loved the gift.

"Y/N…" Harvey called out to the farmer, a slightly sheepish smile on his lips.

"Hm?"

"Thank you so much... also, there's something I'd like to show you."

"What would it be?"

Harvey took out of his coat pocket the beautiful red tulip he had picked in the park.

"What a beautiful flower…" The farmer admired the tulip. "Did you pick it? It's very pretty."

"Yes, I… I was taking a little walk in the forest and i happened to find this tulip…" Harvey was smiling lovingly, he kept talking:

"I thought it was very pretty, so… I thought I'd give it as a gift, to the most beautiful person i know. "

"Is it… is it for me?" The farmer asks, the tulip was in his hands, but he was still in disbelief.

"Certainly." The doctor confirmed, looking at Y/N's face with a passionate and flushed look.

"T-thanks Harvey, this is a wonderful gift." Blushing, Y/N tucked the tulip behind his ear. "You are so kind..."

"I can say the same for you, Y/N." He was smiling at the farmer, less and less disguising the fact that he was hopelessly in love.

Harvey continued to gaze passionately into the farmer's face. For Yoba, he is so beautiful… Harvey's heart beat faster just seeing his smile. For Harvey the farmer is so beautiful, delicate, amazing…

They stared at each other for a few seconds, blushing, until the sound of the sheep's bleating gave Farmer Y/N an idea.

"Harvey, do you have free time now?"

"Yes, i have."

"Perfect... do you want to pet the sheeps?" The farmer asked with a happy smile on his face.

Harvey was smiling when he heard the cute proposal, just seeing that smile the farmer already knew they would spend the rest of the afternoon with the animals.

"Let's go!" Harvey replies, with adorable glee.

Y/N closes his notebook and holds it up. He and Harvey get up and walk together toward the sheep pen.

As they walked, Dr. Harvey couldn't help but notice the cheerful, genuine smile the farmer wore as he talked about the sheeps, about the drawings he had made of them. He looks so happy. Harvey was looking at the farmer with a passionate, hopelessly passionate gaze… Harvey thought:

Y/N, why every time I'm around you I feel like a teenager falling in love for the first time?

Will he ever be able to declare himself? Will he have the romance he's been dreaming of? Well, Harvey hopes so, but right now he was too busy thinking about the farmer, thinking about how much he wants to be by his side… The two friends spent the rest of the afternoon tending and petting the animals.

Harvey couldn't stop thinking how beautiful Y/N is, he is beautiful like the tulips in the valley… beautiful as spring.

And just like the spring flowers, the love inside Harvey's heart was blooming more and more.

Hours later, late at night, the farmer was sitting on the chair next to his table, eating a delicious muffin with cranberry juice. His cat was resting on the floor next to the chair. As he ate his sweets, the farmer could only think of how wonderful this afternoon had been. Spending the afternoon with his best friend was very nice, but in in addition to it, Harvey was also the person that farmer Y/N had fallen in love with... and he was so in love.

After taking a sip of the refreshing juice, Y/N takes the tulip from behind his ear and starts looking at it with love and admiration.

"[Cat's name], Look what Harvey gave me today," Y/N showed the red tulip to the cat lying there. "It's so beautiful..."

Still lying down, the kitten smelled faintly of the red flower, then the cat just wiggled his little furry ears. The farmer just smiles at the little cute cat. Y/N had only interpreted this gift as a friendly gesture from a friend, but still, it was enough to make Y/N's heart skip a beat.

What he didn't know yet was that Harvey was as in love just like he was. But we can bet, one day these two will discover the feelings they have for each other.

-------------- Author's Note ---------------

Hello guys!! i hope you enjoyed this one shot, i intend to make a continuation of it in the future.

By the way, i'm accepting requests for Harvey one shots and headcanons!

Feel free to send ask or comment whatever you want, thank you so much for reading ❤

#sdv harvey #harvey x reader #harvey x farmer #stardew valley fic #stardew valley #x reader #fluff #romance #one shot #sdv/you #x male reader #male reader #shy reader #spring

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sugaroto · 2 months

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When I searched my island on tiktok I came across this

And it... pains me actually

They're sad the nightclubs are shut😫😫 (there are open ones btw during winter, a few, not sure if this person was looking for hot girl Christmas and beach bars but anyway)

"Ghost town" in this specific frame they're walking at the center of the city, seems to be late, hence why the shops of the road are closed

(I'm talking about clothing shops and such, I recognize the exact place they're walking at)

And it seems like it was raining so yeah

Ghost town

40.000 residents

Where are we?

It's not a ghost town

We just have nowhere to go

Restaurants, cafeterias, etc they all close during the winter

Cause we don't have tourists to please (sorry tiktoker we didn't know you were coming in December, move your birthday to April-October okay?)

And no one gives a shit about the locals

What don't we want to go out once in a while? Our options are limited

Not everything closes there's lots of stuff open

But

Most of it closes

In the first part of the tiktok they're walking at "the old town" which is mostly touristic stuff

Tourist shops, restaurants, bars

Small and open to the outside, so ofc they'd close during winter

When I went home for Christmas I took this video

It's not on the town

It's on one of the villages. Next to the beach

You can hear me and my mom talking about how it's haunted, about ghosts and emptiness

You can notice the car at the beginning going a little weird, that's bc they put those blocks (?) on the road so it's basically for pedestrians (it's an actual road)

You can't drive easily in the summer cause all the tourists walk at the middle of the road, too many cars, too many people

And yet. Approximately 3 months later, it's me, my mom and 2 ladies walking by the beach

And everything is closed, in the video, we drive by at least 2 hotels, 5 clubs, 2 ice cream shops, 2 gyradika, 1 Chinese restaurant, 5 restaurants, 2 supermarkets and the rest are small tourist shops (at least 10 if not more) and one like travel agency or something

Everything. Is. Closed.

Like the restaurants could stay open yknow? Greeks eat?!

It's not even late in the video, I just checked the time I filmed it its 6:00 pm

No one gives a shit about the locals

Σεζόν. Τουρίστες. Λεφτά. Χειμώνας. Σκατα.

And honestly the lack of life is like the least of my problems, I just caught carried away cause it bothers me

We don't have fucking doctors and its embarrassing 😀 people are dying but we are building statues and "I ♡ island" neon signs

If you're sick you fear going to the hospital

You fear calling the ambulance

If you get in the hospital and they can't treat you cause there's one doctor and they've been working non stop for 3 weeks in the place of where 5 doctors should be (but they all left cause they can't pay rent and everyone is turning their homes into airbnb for tourists so who the fuck cares for doctors)

So yeah if that one doctor can't help they either sent you to the bigger island or to fucking Athens and good fucking luck

#okay ill shut up now #i have more to say #but i said too much and changed subjects and i dont know if im making sense #but tiktoker over there is complaining about nightclubs #meanwhile our lives dont matter both literally and metaphorically #sugarenia talks #Greece #greek islands

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Help Unwanted (Chapter 11)

Summary: After losing the Pirate, Deacon is unwillingly paired with a partner to help with his job. The only problem is - they can't stand each other, and time is dwindling until he can re-capture all his lost prisoners.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101.

Pairings: Deacon/Queen!Deacon, Deacon/OC

They traveled out of Banditoad Trail before El Toro suddenly had to excuse himself. He claimed that he had justice to serve elsewhere, but implored them to continue on without him. With the crack of a whip, he was out of their sight. Deacon’s crew walked a mile more before they reached the village of Santo Pollo. One of their soldiers made a separate trip to bring their prisoner back to the ship and secure him in a cell. The rest of the crew climbed the hill to the large estate overlooking the town and waited at the doorstep with antsy feet before they were answered to.

Don Rodrigo was a wealthy landowner who had his hair parted in the middle and wore a white tuxedo with a yellow bow tied around his neck. A beautiful red rose remained nestled in his welt pocket. He held a glass of wine when he answered the door, wearing a bright grin as he greeted them. His expression changed when he noticed the unconscious woman in their arms and motioned the group in right away.

"Come in!”

He pointed to a door at the end of a long hallway. “The first aid is in the restroom. You may put her on the bed in the meantime.”

Deacon followed his medical officer into the bedroom while a couple other crew members went to gather the supplies. Dea was placed on the mattress with the trench coat discarded. Cinzia checked her vitals again. She gave her captain a nod - a sign that she was still alive and breathing.

He took on the role as a temporary assistant, helping with removing the gauze and cleaning the wound. He reasoned with himself that this situation was dire, and he had more pressing matters to worry about than seeing his partner's bare skin. As soon as they were done, the two of them took a moment to simply breathe. Dea was in a more stable condition, despite having to wake.

Don Rodrigo appeared in the doorway. “I have called for the local doctor. He will be here to help you shortly.”

That was good news. They needed some proper equipment to locate the bullet. They dipped their heads to him with gratitude. Deacon offered more of his help, but chose to leave when Cinzia insisted on removing Dea’s mask to check for further injuries. This was a pressing matter, sure, but he still respected her privacy. It didn’t feel…right…to see her face without her consent, while she was unconscious like this. He would leave that matter in someone else's hands for now.

How telling, that he would have so many opportunities to reveal her identity lately, but had to refuse each one. He mentally kicked himself for having such strong principles.

When he left the bedroom, he found the rest of his crew sitting around Don Rodrigo’s leisure space, passing the time by talking and drinking. The owner of the house was politely pouring them small drinks. His eyes met with Deacon’s from across the room. He outstretched his hand to offer him a clean glass - but the spymaster shook his head and left for the hallway.

He kept walking until he stumbled into an outdoor garden. This part of the manor was quiet and still. He appreciated the solitude and took a seat on the bench next to a beautiful fountain. He didn’t indulge in the sights or stop to smell the flowers. Instead, he reached for his pack of cigarettes and lit the end of one. He sat there for several minutes looking around the space and thinking to himself.

How could things have gone so wrong, so quickly?

He made sure no one else was around before succumbing to his frustration and burying his head in his hands. He had endured a few gunshot wounds of his own before - but none so dangerously lodged in his stomach like Dea had right now. The rest of his crew were waiting closely by the room at this moment, waiting to hear further word on their Captain's condition, while he'd retreated as far away as possible.

Guilt was eating him from the inside.

His gun was burning a hole on the side of his hip. He had the strongest urge to grab it and chuck it away. He looked down to his current disguise and felt disgusted. He didn’t want to be in these clothes anymore. He wanted his familiar cape and layers of clothes to hide in. He wanted to be alone.

So when he eventually heard footsteps approaching, he wanted to shrink in on himself. He corrected his posture instead and quickly extinguished his cigarette before they ever saw him.

"Ah, señor. There you are." He looked up to find Don Rodrigo smiling down at him kindly. There was a faint twitch of his eye, like he was slightly displeased to find him here. "Will you not join us? I’m treating your team to a celebratory round of whiskey."

"You’re celebrating at a time like this?” He asked incredulously.

"Sí. To the raider's downfall, to our masked hero, and to give some rather good news." He held up his glass. "The doctor has arrived. They have located the bullet and will start the procedure to remove it. It has miraculously avoided any major organs. But only by slim chance - if it had landed a little to her left, we would be in quite the…ah...predicament right now."

Deacon lowered his head and took in this information. Don Rodrigo added, “-They expect her to make a steady recovery, should the surgery be a success."

"I'm not going to waste my breath on any premature 'celebration'."

He noticed his hostility and lowered his drink. "You're worried about her, aren’t you?"

"I think it's reasonable to worry for someone who just got shot."

Don Rodrigo took a few strides forward. He lowered himself onto the bench and kept a respectable amount of space between them. He focused his attention on Deacon.

“I noticed we have not yet properly introduced ourselves. I am Don Rodrigo, a humble landowner. My friend has told me about your situation. I was more than happy to provide to you what I could."

The Emissary dropped his unfriendliness and held his hands together. He needed to properly show their appreciation. "Thank you for your charity."

"So, tell me. Who are you, really?"

"We are a subsidiary of officers enforcing the law."

"Yes, but not *our* laws. We have a protector for that sort of thing, as you know. Where have you come from exactly?"

"...We travel, hoping to explore the west." Deacon explained with fake confidence. "Our criminal took refuge on your lands. I apologize for letting it happen.”

"I see." He did not press any further, much to his relief. "Well, it is a good thing El Toro took care of them. A wonderful guy, yes? So charming, and very cunning…"

Trumpets sounded quietly around them, compared to the usual way they confidently blasted at the hero’s name. The spymaster grew uncomfortable and decided to take his leave. He stood to his feet and let out a reluctant sigh.

“I should talk with my people. Get an update on my partner’s situation. Thank you again for your hospitality.”

“I ask that you leave as soon as you can,” Don Rodrigo’s tone changed. It wasn’t unfriendly, but assertive. “She will need to recover elsewhere. Our village must recuperate, and I would like to move on from all of this.”

“...Of course.”

He excused himself and coolly walked down the hallway, thinking on what to do next. It usually took more than a week for him to heal from his wounds - and Dea would be no different, maybe even longer. But they did not have days to spend here, or time to waste during their mission for that matter. He’d have to find a different refuge for her. In the meantime, he hoped that the surgery would be a success, and that all of this could soon be left behind them.

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Deacon spent an hour indulging in a shot of whiskey and talking with his crew. They were proud of taking down the bandits, but were equally worried about their captain. She’d befriended most of the crew and treated them well, which meant they were looking forward to her recovery. When he had the chance, Deacon turned on his communicator and made a call to Kane to inform him of their recent plight. They discussed what course of action to take. They shortly came up with an alternative plan. It disappointed a few members of the crew to hear what was decided, but they collectively agreed it was the best thing to do until Dea was well and ready to be put back on duty.

. . .

It felt like ages until Cinzia and the Doctor came out of the room. They announced that the procedure had been a success - bringing simultaneous relief to everyone's ears. Their conversations gradually resumed. The two stepped aside to speak with Deacon personally. Their expressions changed to something more serious. He was prepared to hear the worst.

“It's the usual side effects of a concussion, but they're not too bad." The Doctor informed him. “Memory loss, some sensitivity to light and noise, minor nausea, to name a few.”

“But other than that, she’s recovering well,” Cinzia added with more hopefulness. “She needs rest and a careful eye to make sure she heals alright.”

He relaxed. “And how long until she can move?”

“She might have issues with her balance and her sight. I don’t recommend anything that will re-open her wound.”

“I see. Thank you for your help.” He offered the Doctor some gold from his pocket, but the other man declined with a wave of his hand.

“Think nothing of it. I’ve had to treat patients in worse conditions lately. Thank God those bandits are gone."

He grabbed his medical bag and took his leave. Cinzia stepped up to Deacon, glancing at the bedroom door for a brief second.

“If you want to see her, Captain, she may be a little confused. She might not recognize you right away, and I doubt she even remembers what happened. I’m sure her memory will come back in due time, but try not to overwhelm her until that happens.”

“Certo. You’ve done excellent work. I’ll be giving you a raise for your help today.”

She beamed at the news and dismissed herself to join the rest of the crew. Deacon hesitated before approaching the door and putting his hand on the knob. His heart beat intensely in his chest, the familiar sensations of guilt and euphoria overwhelming him. He was glad she survived, but had to accept the difficult fact that it was *him* who had nearly killed her. If he’d been more careful, more attentive to where the barrel was pointing during his struggle…or if he had just gained control over his gun to begin with —

The sight of Dea on the bed immediately put an end to his thoughts. She was finally conscious. He could see her small figure breathing from under the blanket draped around her. The lights in the room had been dimmed. It was quiet as he closed the door. Her green eyes snapped over in his direction and he tensed under her stare.

“Espía."

Something in his chest lifted at her voice. That nickname he usually thought nothing of now filled him with relief. He approached her bedside and smiled under his mask. She recognized him. That was a good sign indeed.

"How are you doing?" He asked as steady as he could. She laid her head back down on the pillow with a small groan.

"I can't remember much. My head hurts, and my stomach…" She moved the blanket aside. Deacon’s breath hitched when the sight of bandages met his eyes. The culpability was almost too much to handle.

“How did this happen?” She asked weakly.

“...You were shot,” He answered. “The bullet just barely missed any of your major organs. It was quite lucky.”

Her hand came to her face and made contact with the mask. Her fingers trailed over the large crack that nearly separated it. She seemed to be lost in thought, her eyes drifting as she felt the imperfection over and over again. It made Deacon nervous that she might try and remove it. He went to get her attention until she looked at him.

“I remember your mask. But…you don’t look right.” She clutched her head and winced. “‘Espía’ is the only thing that comes to my mind, but…that can’t be your name…”

"Don't worry about it." He quickly reassured. He didn’t want Dea straining herself so soon. "You're not all that wrong, anyway."

"...*Are* you a spy?"

"I lead an organization of spies." He corrected her.

"-But, still, a spy."

He opened his mouth to rebut but fell silent. She was right.

“Do you remember who you are?” He asked curiously. He wanted to get an idea of her state of mind. This made Dea pause. She looked to herself again. Her hands trailed over the remnants of her disguise. She was clearly displeased, averting her gaze and contemplating.

“I’m Reyna.”

Deacon started. That was not what he expected. “Ah–”

"I can't remember my last name." She missed the way he fumbled with his cane. "I don't know why I was dressed like that. I would never wear a corset…I don't even know how to tie them."

"-You're in a disguise." He explained. He was still trying to forget that word. Reyna. Reyna. Reyna -

"Disguise? Why?"

Deacon took a deep breath to calm himself down. "We were on an undercover mission. Your codename is 'Dea'."

"-Dea?" She asked peculiarly. This was only confusing her further, so he had to put an end to this conversation. Before he could, clarification suddenly filled her eyes and she snapped her fingers in realization.

"That's right. I got promoted in the Armada. I was assigned to work with you – Deacon! Your name is Deacon!"

She sounded proud. It earned a chuckle from him.

"We have a ship, and a crew....ah-" She narrowed her eyes again and touched her mask. It seemed to be involuntary. "The last thing I remember…we were standing by that church. It was on fire. And I was asking you about something."

He recalled that conversation. He wanted to avoid having the rest of it right now. "Is there anything else you remember?"

"No…Where are we now?"

"Don Rodrigo's manor."

He pulled up a chair so he could sit beside her. She remained deep in thought. She eventually closed her eyes and sighed. She melted back into the bed, pulling the blanket back up and groaning under her breath. She inhaled sharply when she shifted.

"It hurts so much…"

"Your painkillers should kick in soon."

She went quiet. Deacon took this opportunity to reflect on things. Dea seemed alright, albeit forgetful. She must not be too aware if she had let her real name slip like that. He decided he would not mention it unless he absolutely had to. He almost felt overwhelmed with all the things he was learning about her lately. He wondered why fate had brought him what he wanted much too late.

"I'm sorry for getting shot."

Her apology snapped him out of his reverie. She sounded genuinely remorseful and it nearly broke him. What could she have done? She was the victim and he was the guilty party. If anyone needed to apologize, it was him. But he needn't burden her right now. She had too much on her plate as it was.

"It wasn't your fault." He shook his head. "I’m just glad you're alright."

She looked at him and he met her gaze. Her eyes grew watery. Without a word, she held out her hand. Her gloves had been removed sometime during the surgery. He caught sight of her painted nails and looked back at her face. Was she expecting him to comfort her?...Should he? She was in an indescribable amount of pain. She'd just narrowly avoided death and was recovering from a substantial amount of blood loss.

And now she was reaching out to him.

He hesitated before lifting his gloved hand and grasping her palm. This was apparently what she wanted. She squeezed her small fingers against his own. The breath left his lips in shock and the air puffed against the inside of his bauta. He could not gather the will to let go.

"Thank you, espía."

His shoulders sagged, the guilt weighing back on them. He did not deserve any thanks after what happened. "For what?"

"For being here. I…" Her words trailed off and she removed her hand from his. "I always wanted to thank you. I can’t remember what for, but I feel like I should tell you."

He sucked at his teeth. He didn't know what she was talking about, but it didn't matter. She needed to rest. It sounded like her medication was kicking in and he didn’t want to wear out his welcome.

"Dea, you need time to heal. We cannot stay here, so I have called for a ship to come by for you. You will be transported to a hospital in Valencia."

"How long will I be there?"

"At most, two weeks. They'll be able to monitor your condition and take care of you. As soon as you're better, you'll return back with us on the ship."

“...And where will *you* be?”

“I will continue tracking our lost prisoners in your absence. I expect to make good progress by the time you’re healed.”

Her tone suddenly turned bitter. "So you're getting what you always wanted."

He did a double take. "-Excuse me?"

"I'll be gone, and you're going to continue our mission by yourself. Isn't that what is happening?"

He grew defensive. "Why do you think that's what I want?"

Her eyes lowered. She didn't respond right away, inhaling deeply and letting out a shaky breath.

"You never wanted me here. You despise me. You think I don't know it?" She whimpered. She had succumbed to her tears. "You've probably been wanting this ever since you met me."

"Cosa diavolo? I never wanted you to get hurt!”

"But you wanted me gone." She countered.

This was not like her. He'd never seen Dea lose herself like this. He worried she was stressing herself out. Her words no longer mattered and his irritation was replaced with concern. His chest grew cold when he saw a tear fall from her jaw and land onto the blankets.

“I’m only doing this because Kane asked me to. I won’t risk having you on the ship and opening your wound. I - the crew - wants you to get better.”

She didn't say anything. Her body shivered and she wrapped the blanket tighter around herself. He took a glance at his trench coat that was still folded on the nightstand. He retrieved it and offered it to Dea. When she made no move to take it, he laid it on her instead. She fought him at first, but eventually embraced the warmth it provided.

“They will be here soon. Auguri di pronta guarigione.”

She closed her eyes and prepared to rest. He was about to leave the room until he caught her small voice. The Dea he knew had temporarily resurfaced.

“..Try not to miss me too much.”

He smiled under his mask at their more usual banter. His reply was a playful hum. “-I ask the same of you.”

She snorted sarcastically. He laughed and shut the door behind him.

An Armada ship announced its arrival when it docked itself at Santo Pollo. Dea was helped out of bed by a couple of her crew, who supported her so that she would not undo any of her stitches. Her journey to the ship was assisted by Deacon, who held her closely and took careful steps with her down the hills. Neither of them were used to such close proximity with one another, but chose to redirect their focus on getting her onboard the vessel.

There was nothing more to this.

That’s what the spymaster kept telling himself.

He noticed one of his gloved hands was wrapped protectively around her waist. It was there to prevent her from slipping, but the image was unintentionally ingraining itself into his mind. He cleared his throat and carefully helped her onto the docks. He moved his attention to Dea’s feet, making sure she didn’t step in-between the floorboards.

They weren’t even at the ship yet when a few Armada medical officers jumped down and swiped her from his hands. They assisted her the rest of the way. He waved his hand at her retreating figure, letting out a frustrated groan when she didn’t even see it. No matter. He had things to attend to - like returning their ship and retrieving The Executioner. Then they would move elsewhere, to rest until they could officially resume things tomorrow.

He stood where he was and watched them prepare for departure. He didn’t move until the boat sailed away to a nearby stormgate. He reluctantly picked up his cane and rounded up his crew - bidding a final goodbye to Don Rodrigo, and thanking him again for his aid. He cast one last glance in the ship's direction before leaving, and felt a sudden loss when there was no captain of his following him at his side.

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It was dark by the time Dea was finally brought to a hospital. She’d been transported through Valencia and was admitted into one of the Armada medical facilities, where they specifically treated their soldiers. She was given a room and a small dinner that would not upset her stomach. She was thankful to finally eat, but ended up blanching at the hospital supper. She decided to retire for the night instead.

. . .

Dea couldn’t sleep either. Her head was still pounding and although the pain in her abdomen was beginning to subside, something felt...off. It dawned on her what it was and she called for one of the nurses. A young man entered the room wearing Armada-themed scrubs and perked up attentively at the desired patient.

“Everything alright, miss?”

“I had a trench coat when I was checked in,” She explained timidly. “Is it still here?”

“I’ll go check for you.”

She waited a few minutes until he returned with the desired item. Dea thanked him and took it, purposefully waiting until he left the room. She paused before laying it under herself and smiling when she rested her head on it. The familiar scent of her co-captain reached her nose and made her relax. Her eyes fluttered closed and she was finally able to doze off.

#pirate101 #p101 #pirate101 deacon #fanfiction #help unwanted #el toro #don rodrigo #queen!deacon #fanfic #pirate101 el toro

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Stardew Gate

I saw a slice-of-life post about Baldur's Gate 3 and got this idea for a BG3 / Stardew Valley Crossover. I might add to it as I keep playing but I just thought it was fun.

Astarion-

Astarion is a rebellious loner who lives in a basement. He is Karlach’s older half-brother and feels his sister gets all the attention and adoration, while he is left to rot in the dark because of his vampiric nature. Due to this he tends to be deeply absorbed in his work as a tailor and his hobbies; reading, music and drinking blood.

Karlach-

Karlach is a big, brawny, ray of sunshine. She runs the local orphanage and takes great care of the kids. She worries that she spoils them sometimes but she loves it when they laugh. She is Astarion’s half-sister.

Shadowheart-

Shadowheart lives and works at the ranch with her parents. She is a devoted cleric of Selune and helps Halsin at the clinic if needed. She enjoys long walks in the graveyard and loves rainstorms and looking for frogs. She sells the farmer animals.

Wyll-

Wyll loves sports and hanging out at the beach. He is big into community service and loves to help people. He seems very positive and happy but is that all a facade masking his self-doubt? Is he using sports and community service to fill the void left by his missing father?

Gale-

Gale lives alone in a cabin on the beach. He is a wizard who dreams of one day writing a magnificent spellbook. He is a sentimental romantic with a tendency to go off into flowery, poetic tangents. He works for the Elfsong tavern as a cook when he isn’t writing.

Lae’zel-

Lae’zel is the leader of the small adventurer’s guild and gives out assignments. She takes just as many as she gives out. She comes off brusque but underneath has close relationships with people in town.

Halsin-

Halsin is the town doctor. He has a kind heart and a respected position in the community. He lives in a small apartment above the medical clinic, but spends most of his time working. He loves animals, and whittles in his free time. Kahga is his younger sister.

Jahira-

Jahira is known as the grandmother of the town. Long since retired, she spends most of her days tending the gardens and parks of the town. Her home is always open to anyone with a problem. She’s always ready to share stories.

Minsc and Boo-

Minsc is the happy-go-lucky owner of Elfsong. He loves having people come in and his favorite time is when the Elfsong is full of laughter and talk. Boo is his hamster that is the Elfsong’s permanent resident.

Zevlor-

Zevlor is Alfira’s father and is returning after an injury from the war. He doesn’t quite know how to live in a peaceful town anymore but he loves his daughter and hopes to regain his peace. He is the owner of the general store.

Alfira-

Alfira is an outgoing and friendly young woman, brimming with energy. She plays the lute and drums and runs the local music shop. She gives kids free lessons. However, she does have a habit of starting big projects and not finishing them. She is a little stressed about the impending return of her father, who has been away for years due to his line of work.

Dammon-

Dammon is the local blacksmith. Sweet, and smart, he loves to create weapons and armor for anyone who needs it. He is good at his job and friendly to everyone.

Rolan-

Rolan is a villager who is often rude and surly. If he isn’t found at his magic shop, he can be found in the Elfsong with a drink in hand. He is depressed after losing a prominant internship in the city. His siblings worry about him.

Cal-

Cal is a scientist who enjoys studying the local flora and fauna. He likes to see how science and magic can come together. He’s a bit quiet and is often the mediator between his strong siblings.

Lia-

Lia is an artist who lives with her siblings just outside of town. She loves to spend time outside, foraging for a wild meal or simply enjoying the gifts of the season. She is a talented artist with a large portfolio though she’s too nervous to show it to anyone.

Isobel-

Isobel is a happy cleric who enjoys working at the Elfsong and living with her fiance, Aylin. She is the one who taught taught Shadowheart when she joined the church and is the chief priestess of the town.

Aylin-

Being the actual child of Selune has left Aylin with a bit of self-importance but she is a strong, kind woman who enjoys helping where ever she can. She and Wyll are close friends. She often goes into the mines to keep the dangerous creatures at bay.

Withers-

Withers is the only one in town older than Jahira. The skeleton can often be found sitting on his porch and he is always full of cryptic guidance and riddles. He also tends to bring back adventurers who die in the mines.

Volo-

Though Volo proclaims to be an incredible bard and book writer, he lives out of tent just outside town. Still, anytime someone offers him a place, he insists that living out in nature will improve his craft.

Arabella-

Arabella is Withers’s granddaughter. She moved in with him after her parents died. She is a precocious child who is eager to learn magic and has a natural talent for it.

Mol-

Mol is Raphael’s daughter and lives in his tower. She is smart as a whip and can run circles around most people she meets. Nevertheless, she is a pretty happy kid.

Mattis-

Mattis is Mol’s best friend and lives at the orphanage. Rolan allows him to do some odd jobs around the magic shop for a bit of money. He’s funny and smart.

Thaniel and Oliver-

Thaniel are strange children who live in the forest and seem to be the literal embodiments of nature. Halsin is their closest friend.

Yenna-

Yenna’s parents were lost at sea and she know resides at Karlach’s orphanage. She has a cat named grub and is a sweet girl who is learning to cook from Jahira and Gale.

Barcus-

Barcus has had a passion for creating gadgets ever since he was young. When he isn't fiddling with some invention of his, he is working as the town carpenter. He is friendly, outgoing, and curious.

Raphael-

Raphael lives in a tower in the forest outside of town. He offers deal to whoever wants them. Most people are wary of him due to his Cambion nature but he’s charming enough that people still like him anyway.

Arnell-

Arnell is the co-owner of the ranch and father to Shadowheart. He is an excellent animal trainer and cares alot about them.

Emmeline-

She is the co-owner of the ranch and mother to Shadowheart. She likes to bake and tend to the animals and tends to mother anyone who comes in looking a bit down.

Kahga-

Kahga is the mayor of the town. She is extremely protective of everyone and that can sometimes lead her to do reckless things. Halsin is her older brother and he often advises her and reins her in when needed.

Doni, Mirkon, Silfy, and Meli are all kids who live at the orphanage as well.

Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric-

They run a competing store called Absolute Mart and are intent on moving in on the town.

#bg3 #stardew valley #crossover

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sweetbillwriting · 2 years

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A Thousand Leaves

Part 1 - A Beautiful Boy

Description: A local news reporter wants to know everything about the young man that has been found imprisoned in a basement. While she searches for answers, her relationship with the young man becomes more and more complicated.

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town with several smaller villages surrounding it.

Warnings: 18+, mental health problems, violence, mentions of all sort of abuse, voyeurism (sort of?), sexual themes. This will be a dark story and this chapter can be provoking.

Notes: This story have an epilogue, you can read it here.

If you like what I write please reblog or give the chapter a like. Thank you!

His room was just as gray as the other parts of the hospital. Maybe not literally since the walls were light green, there was a light blue blanket on the bed and the plastic floor was a dirty yellow color but the whole atmosphere felt gray. The man before her was completely dressed in gray but instead made a colorful impression. His chocolate mop of hair shifted in all variants of brown, his lips were red as a Red Delicious apple and his eyes had all of a world map's colors mixed together. It was obvious he was beautiful. Beautiful in his own way. Irma sat still and watched him with a steady gaze, not just because she wanted to look at the man but also because of the pose she had chosen to be painted in. She felt a bit uncomfortable having his steady gaze on her every other second while he seemed to be totally comfortable with having her gaze on his face.

Irma was happy he had started to be more and more comfortable. The first few times she visited him he had more or less just stared at the ground but after a while he had started to draw her hands in his drawing pad. She saw a little of his sketches and he was talented, it made her wonder even more who he was. Was he an artist?

She took a fast look out the window, the rain was pouring so she stayed there with him for a while. But she didn't mind, in the beginning his presence made her nervous but she had gotten used to his big examining eyes and nervous ways. She had tried to ask the police to share some information about Henry or about the crime scene but they refused to even say who had found him. It was frustrating and she had a hard time knowing what to even ask Henry. For now they mostly shared blueberry muffins and played cards. He knew some games so he hadn't forgotten about everything.

"Henry," he looked up from his drawing, busy painting her braid that lay on her shoulder like a golden retriever's tail. "Do you remember how you came here? To the hospital?"

He furrowed his brows and started to bite on the end of his lead pencil. He did that a while before he nodded and looked down at the drawing pad. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about it but Irma just wanted something to write down among her notes.

"Do you… remember the basement?" She asked carefully, afraid to upset him.

"No?" He finally said with his soft voice while looking confused.

"You know, where you were a prisoner."

Henry shrugged his shoulders and continued with his drawing. Irma made a small sigh, it was probably the best for him to not remember but she, as a journalist, just wanted her story. Both of them looked up when they heard the door open. It was a nurse, playing with her key card nervously. Irma had noticed that most of the staff was nervous around Henry even if he seemed to be just as nervous himself.

"It's time for Henry's doctor check… Because of the last incident we're wondering if you can be there as support for Henry. Isn't it so Henry, that you wanted her there?"

Irma looked confused at the nurse, then towards Henry who looked at her nervously and nodded a bit. Irma turned to the nurse again.

"What incident?"

The nurse looked with worry at Henry who had turned his eyes down at the drawing.

"Maybe we can talk outside about that?" The nurse motioned to the door and Irma tagged along with curiosity. Outside the closed door the nurse took a deep breath.

"I don't really know your relationship to Henry but he has said he wants you as a support person, that we can call you if there is something we need help with and… The last doctor's appointment ended in chaos."

Irma gave the nurse a thoughtful look but also had mixed feelings about Henry's request. Suddenly she was there to take care of him instead of writing an article but she didn't have the heart to say no to it. Henry was alone in the world and needed someone by his side.

"It seems like Henry is afraid of men and when the doctor wanted to check his heart Henry hit him in the chest several times. Our doctor has worked here for a long time so he has been through these sorts of things before but he doesn't want to check Henry again without others in the room. It seems like you have a calming effect on him."

Irma looked through the door's plexiglass window at Henry who sat with his legs up like a kitten by the little table. She couldn't understand how he could spread such fear.

"Okay… So I just need to be there?"

"Yes, calm him down. You get to touch him, no one else gets to do that."

Irma felt quite special that she had succeeded at something no one else had.

Irma and Henry walked together through fluorescent lit corridors to the doctors office. Several of the lamps had broken or stood and flickered. It made Irma think about death row or horror movies. She looked up at Henry who probably was 6'3 in height but he hunched forward a bit so it was hard to know how tall he actually was. She wondered how he had become that way, if he had it for all his life or if it was an injury. One of his shoulders was pushed forward and she had noticed he didn't use that arm if he didn't have to. He also had a bit of a limp. His walking style was quite odd but was it enough for people to actually be scared of him?

Outside of the doctor's office, Henry stopped and looked down the corridor they had just walked through like a magnet sucked him back to his room.

"Should we go inside?" Irma asked carefully and pulled on the hem of her burgundy sweater. Henry looked at her with pleading eyes. Irma tried to smile a little.

"I will be here the whole time, okay?"

Henry nodded slowly and looked down at his chunky sneakers. She opened the door for him and with small limping steps he walked into the doctor.

The doctor's examination room was much brighter than the others and the interior was mostly in white and green. Henry looked around worried and looked back at Irma who closed the door behind her. He swallowed hard, waiting for something to happen. Just then an older man came out from another door. He had a pair of glasses on the tip of his nose and carried a folder in his hands. He had a friendly face but looked also like that man that thought he was always in the right. Irma could see on Henry’s face that he became worried in the doctor's presence. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hands and he looked between the doctor, the examination bed and the floor. Irma stepped closer to him but smiled at the doctor.

"Aaah! Deaver. With his fiancee, right?" The doctor joked and looked towards Irma.

Irma gave him a strained smile and decided that she didn't like the man.

"Just a friend. Irma Kiehl."

The doctor sat down by the desk on a spinning chair.

"I'm doctor Dean but everyone calls me doctor D. Oh not Henry of course, he seems to save his words for a better time."

Irma didn't answer, instead she gave Henry a friendly smile and motioned to the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. He gave her a look and she felt his finger against her hand but he then sat down on the left chair so she could take the right.

"So… How are you today Henry?" The doctor asked. Henry just sat and looked down at his hands and picked at his cuticles. He shrugged one shoulder without looking up.

"I don't know."

"Can we check you today without you getting violent?"

Henry looked at Irma who sat and watched him. She already felt some sort of caring feeling towards him and felt that she wanted to make him comfortable.

"Let's give it a try. Shall we?" Said the doctor when he didn't get an answer. "Strip."

Irma looked up confused at the doctor.

"Strip? How much should he strip?" She felt her heart beat faster. She wasn't prepared to see a naked man today, especially not someone as innocent looking as Henry. It felt like she would make something wrong by watching his body.

"All of it. It makes everything much easier." The doctor rolled around on his chair and waited by the bed.

Henry looked at Irma then looked down at his hands.

"Can you do that? Take your clothes off?"

He nodded a little and stood up from his chair. Slowly he began to take his clothes off. The gray sweatshirt, the white t-shirt, the white sneakers, the gray sweatpants, the white socks. He stopped and looked at Irma.

"Oh! Maybe I should turn around?" She said with blushing cheeks. She had seen the bruises on his body that now shifted in a yellow color on his thin frame. He was skinny but still had many manly attributes; broad shoulders, slim hips and muscular legs.

"No," he said carefully.

Irma turned around and looked at him. He looked at her while he pulled down his underwear. It was probably to get support but it felt like an erotic moment for Irma and she felt awful that she looked at his manhood while he pulled down the white boxer shorts.

"Can you hurry up a bit?" Said the doctor with a sigh. Henry gave him a look and when he was completely naked he walked to the doctor. Irma was ashamed that she looked at him like that, still she couldn't stop herself from watching his little peachy bum, broad back and back dimples. He was beautiful in every way.

The doctor examined Henry while he looked straight at Irma all the time. She smiled at him so he could see her support. The doctor looked at his bruises but also several wounds they had stitched. He examined his hunchback and shoulders but when he started to look at his back, following his back bone with his fingers Henry tensed up. Irma could see the shift in his eyes and body language.

"Stop," she said to the doctor but continued to look at Henry. The doctor sighed and watched the two staring at each other.

"Oh well guess that's enough." Said the doctor but he dragged his hand down Henry's back and asscheek in a way that didn't feel totally okay.

"You can dress." He looked Henry up and down then looked at Irma.

"It would be good for him to work out, that back problem can disappear with some rehabilitation. I wanted to check to see if there is sign of abuse but I guess he will not let me examine him."

Irma could see Henry's movement in the corner of her eye but looked straight at the doctor.

"Abuse?"

"Yeah, you know because of how they found him."

Irma nodded a little. It was best to pretend she knew so they would tell her more.

"Yes, of course. Have you heard more about that?"

"No, they just wanted me to check him. They haven't matched the sperm with anyone in their database."

Irma felt her heart beat faster. Had someone raped Henry? Was that the reason for his fear of men?

"It's awful… How could someone do that to him? He is so young." Irma said with a low voice. The doctor shrugged a little.

"He isn't a child so it could have been consensual. You know, he is probably older than 30."

Irma was shocked and looked at Henry as he put on his sneakers. But she couldn't say now that she didn't know that.

"Oh yeah but that's still young. But there were other things that prove that it wasn't optional." She continued to speak with a low voice.

"Yeah that fact that he sat in a cage is one thing," said the doctor with a grunt. "He had semen in his hair and on his clothes make it all so unbelievable. Noo, the boy was raped but unfortunately we can't check it."

The doctor probably was as fascinated by Henry as she was, maybe even in a sexual way, just as she. Back in Henry's room she watched him sit on his bed and bent his body into a little ball, continuing on the drawing of her. The doctor wouldn't have told her all those things if he hadn't had such interest in him so he needed to talk about it. Irma thought about the doctor's hands on Henry but also his looks. It was probably the same looks she had given Henry. She thought about the look he had given her while taking his underwear off. How could he be sexy and be an innocent victim at the same time? Irma didn't see herself as a horny person or even a person that was that interested in men but she still couldn't stop herself from looking at his member under the examination. He was big, unshaved and uncircumsized. She looked at him again, he hadn't moved an inch, just sat and drew leaned forward like a vulture.

Did he have sexual thoughts? Feelings? Had he thought about her that way? Did he touch himself when he couldn't sleep? Seeing him curled up in bed made her believe that he didn't even know what sex was.

Irma walked through her parents' neighborhood. The neighborhood she had grown up in. The houses were big and so were the yards. The street was framed with big maple trees whose leaves shifted in orange and red. She had always liked the neighborhood; it was so clean and calm. Her parents' house was just as big as the others, a white two level house with a big ashtree on the left side of the house. The concrete was wet from rain, apart from that was the yard in perfect condition, just like her father wanted it.

She was invited to dinner but didn't know what to talk about. Most of her time went to either being with Henry or doing research for his case. She knew her parents wanted her to meet someone and create a family but she didn't know if that was what she wanted. And 29, wasn't that old? She had all the time in the world to find a guy that could impregnate her.

She walked right into the house and was met with the scent of Shepard's pie. Her mother's signature dish. It was rich and homey but didn't take so much time. Irma's dad Eric came out to the hallway to meet her. He was dressed in a tennis shirt and sweatpants, looking relaxed.

"Hey honey, cold outside?"

"Not that bad. Just some cold winds."

She took off her boots and her coat and looked down at her socks. Her boots were expensive and even though leather water still leaked in.

"Do you want another pair?" Said her father when he saw the stains on her beige socks. Irma just nodded with a smile.

Her mother stood in the kitchen, dressed in a green pattern blouse that made Irma dizzy. They hugged hello and Irma volunteered to do the salad.

"Have you heard that Felix, Dana's son, has become single?"

Her mother, Bea started at once. Saving time, Irma thought.

"Doesn't he have two kids?"

"Does that matter? You are in that age now where the men you will meet have history."

Irma sighed as she took the seeds out from a pepper. Her mother put the pie in the oven and turned to Irma.

"It can't be fun to live on your own in that apartment. If it even is an apartment!"

Irma's apartment was a small attic with a leaning ceiling. It was cramped but she loved the cozy feeling. Irma just shrugged at her mother's words.

"Are you working on anything special? My blueberry muffins are gone so I guess you're working on something?"

Irma perked up by the question. She thought about Henry every other minute and she needed an outlet.

"I'm writing about that kid they found in the basement of the old church. I've met with him a couple of times." She didn't say the whole truth to her mother. She would have worried too much.

"Oh? That's an awful story. Have you found out something?"

"Well, he isn't really a kid, he's probably older than me."

"Really? Then why do they call him "the kid" in the newspaper?"

Irma put the chopped pepper in the sallad and turned to her mother.

"We need wine to talk about this," said Irma and made her mother smile knowingly. When they sat down by the kitchen table with a big glass of red wine each Irma felt ready to talk.

"He looks young, or young is the wrong word… he looks more ageless? He is glowing I guess."

Her mother nodded a little and played with her amethyst bracelet.

"Is he charismatic?"

"Not really. He is really quiet and nervous. Traumatized I guess. But he has an aura. A presence no one can ignore."

Her mother smiled a little.

"He is a pretty boy," she said knowingly. Her mother always knew what Irma was hiding. Either she had a sixth sense or she just knew her daughter really well. Irma felt uncomfortable discussing Henry's looks but she also knew that she couldn't lie to her mother.

"He is. In a really special way. He had these big big eyes full of different colors. They are haunting but beautiful." Irma didn't look at her mother, she looked out the window towards the colorful leaves and thought about Henry's appearance.

"He has an upturned nose that makes him look like an elf at some angles. And big pouty lips that contrast with his sharp facial features…"

"And you are fascinated both by his looks and that nervous boyish behavior. Irma, he sounds like a fascinating man but remember to keep your distance. He is probably a victim of a really awful crime. And we know that you need someone more reliable."

“Ugh,” Irma grunted and shifted uncomfortably on the high chair. "I'm not interested in him that way! I'm interested in the story."

Her mother just nodded a little and it annoyed Irma because she knew that her mother didn't believe her. That was even more annoying because Irma also knew her mother was right.

The three of them ate in the dining room. All of them watched the empty chair a few times with pain in their eyes. When they sat like that it was painfully obvious someone was missing but neither of them could talk about the sorrow yet. It was too early even though it had been several years. Maybe that was the reason her mother so desperately wanted Irma to meet someone. So that person could fill out the empty chair.

Irma knew she definitely did not act like an adult. Not the kind of adult her parents talked about anyway. She wasn't organized, she didn't save money and she still put most of her energy on TV.

That morning she sat in just her panties watching a rerun of 90210 and eating her breakfast sandwich. She should be at the office in thirty minutes but had decided she would skip doing her makeup so she could finish the episode. The only problem was that she would visit Henry after the office and wanted to have her mask of makeup on. She pretended it was to give a good impression to the staff but in reality she wanted to look good for Henry. Because of his drawing but also because she wanted to be that beautiful angel woman, saving him from the evil nurses and doctors.

When the episode had ended she put clothes on and packed the make up in her backpack together with a sketch pad and new sharp pens. It was for Henry, his drawing pad was full of sketches and he needed a new one. Irma felt she was the one to give him new things now when she was his contact person, his support person.

The office was impressed by Irma's work, especially that she had become so close to the kid in such a short time but she didn't tell them what the doctor had said. It felt off to talk about, especially when it wasn't Henry himself that had told it to her.

Even if Irma liked her coworkers she just wanted to leave. She wanted to go to Henry and the feeling in her stomach felt a lot like missing someone. As soon as she was finished at the office she took the way through the closest café and borrowed the bathroom to put her makeup on. She didn't care if others needed to use it, she needed to look perfect even if it was a struggle to do the eyeliner wing. She saved the lipstick to paint on later, she had promised the café staff to buy something after using the toilet so the lipstick had to wait.

She ordered a hot chocolate and drank it fast by a little table just by the big pumpkin by the door. She more or less poured the drink down her throat before she walked to the institution. The nature and the weather was idyllic, a perfect autumn day, with warm colors and fresh breezes. The ground was full of leaves and puddles but the closer she came to the institution more and more dark things showed up on the ground. They were dead birds. There were black crows lying on the ground, sprinkled like pizza toppings. Irma looked closer at one. It looked like it had died a natural death; no wounds and no broken neck. She looked at another one even closer to the institution and it looked the same. She thought it might be some sort of avian disease and stopped thinking about it even if several lay on the institution's ground. She had other things to think about.

Henry was in the yard that day. He sat by himself, with just the wind as company which played with his brown locks. He leaned back on the bench, watching the sun that glowed bright without succeeding to spread her warmth to the institution. A nurse walked past Irma with quick steps and smiled bashfully like she was caught doing something bad. Irma gave her just a quick look before turning her eyes to the kid that showed off his perfect profile with closed eyes. Irma felt her heart beat faster, and this time not because he made her uncomfortable.

"Hey handsome," she said and smiled brightly at him. Henry opened his eyes, looked at her and gave her a small smile. He had started to smile after the third or fourth time they had met. It was a nervous little smile that looked like it could quickly turn to tears instead.

Irma sat down next to him and gave his arm a little hug even if she knew it would tense him up.

"I have a gift for you," she said and took off her backpack and started to dig in it. Henry looked really curious and looked down at her bag. She took out the drawing pad and pencils and gave them to Henry.

"To me?" He asked carefully and looked up at her.

"Yes, to you silly. I said it was a gift."

His smile became bigger and he hugged the gifts to his chest.

"Thank you." He looked a bit nervous but then took her hand and gave it a squeeze. It was the first time he searched for physical contact and Irma felt like the sun really warm them up.

She couldn't stop herself from giving his arm a hug again.

Even if Irma was occupied hugging Henry's arm, her focus moved fast when she heard a woman clear her voice. Irma thought it must be a nurse, shocked by her close contact with the kid but when she looked up two women stood in pant suits in front of them. One of them smirked a little when she watched the two people on the bench, looking like a couple while the other female dug in the inside pocket of her jacket.

"We're with the police and want to talk with Henry Deaver. That's you, right?" Said the one that had dug in her inner pocket. She showed them a badge. Henry watched them confused while Irma let his arm go. She swallowed dryly because she knew she would hear about it later on.

"And you're Irma Kiehl," said the other one while still smirking. Irma sighed, it was obvious she was amused that a reporter now sat and cuddled a mental patient.

"Yes," said Irma and tried to sound professional even if she was exposed.

"Can we talk a bit while my colleague talks with Henry," the female police officer asked and motioned to the rest of the yard. Irma watched Henry looking back at her worried.

"I will be right back, okay?"

Henry nodded a little and Irma followed the cop through the colorful leaves toward the angel sculpture standing in the middle of the yard.

"You work for the local newspaper, right?"

"Yes." Irma gave the cop a short answer. She knew shouldn't speak too much with the police. They rarely wanted the same thing as a reporter.

"How long have you… visited Henry?"

"Two weeks I think."

"A nurse said you have been here almost every day."

Irma didn't answer that, just watched the angel and the gray sky.

"Is that professional?" Continued the police.

Irma sighed again and looked down at her boots and floral mid length skirt.

"It wasn't meant to happen but he needed someone and he liked me."

The police woman nodded and looked towards the kid.

"We want access to the information you get from him."

Irma looked up confused at the woman but then laughed a little.

"Why would I give you that?"

"Because you want to help," said the police with a hard tone. Irma nodded a little.

"I want to have some information from you then, not everything but some information so it becomes easier for me to know what to ask him…"

The police laughed and looked Irma up and down impressed by her. Irma looked so non threatening in her floral skirt and frilly sweater but it was obvious she was smarter then she looked.

"Fine. Then I can say this to you. Henry isn’t missing at all, throughout the whole country and there is no Henry Deaver that matches his description. So your first assignment is to find out his real name."

Irma looked back at Henry who sat on the bench with the other cop. He must be remembering wrong or remembering someone else's name instead of his own.

"Has he been raped?" Irma asked carefully.

The police hesitated but answered,

"We don't know. He had someone else's semen on his clothes."

Irma continued to look at the man she called Henry. He had his regular gray clothes on and the chunky white sneakers. His body language made him look like a boy but now when she knew he was older she could see it. The kid looked up from his hands and met her eyes. Irma smiled a little and suddenly he stood up and started to walk, in his limpy weird way, to her. Irma looked at the cops but didn't have time to excuse his behavior before he had embraced her in his arms, close to his body.

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård fanfiction #writing #fan fiction #fanfiction #the kid #henry deaver #castle rock

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blossommoonwrites · 11 months

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THE SCARS OF TIME: MAYBLADE 2023, DAY 20 - SCAR

Header by @[saradika]

Series: Miles to go Fandom: Bakuten Shoot Beyblade Genre: Angst/Romance Setting: Modern day Japan Characters: Ozuma, Mariam Pairings: Ozuma/Mariam Rating: T Summary: The scar on his skin didn't affect him, but not the one deep in his heart.

FFN | AO3

The dark sky was cast with grey clouds that night. Lightning and thunderstorms were evident. The bizarre environment added to the misery of the guardian, who was seated before the mirror of the dressing table. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a small scar on his chest. It was no longer painful, but it hurt him mentally. It was more of a scar stabbing deep into his mind than the skin. His emerald eyes conveyed millions of emotions.

The twenty-year-old man got up and punched the wall. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Aah!"

His love was bedridden for the past two weeks. Some local thugs caught his girlfriend off-guard and brutally beat her. He saved her by defeating them all at once. He got a scar while fighting them.

'Mariam...'

The doctor said she might lose her life if she is not strong enough to endure. He knew she was strong, but feared that he might have to lose her forever. They knew each other for a long time and were assigned to missions for endless times. He never knew she had feelings for him until he learned recently. Now, he feels that he hasn't understood her worth as much as he should. Such an incident left a huge impact on him.

"Only if I had the ability to heal her, which of course don't have! I am so useless!"

He moved to the town side for further education. However, during his vacation, he went back to the village. Mariam goes to her college by train and it was near Saint Shields' village.

Ozuma hastily picked up the bike keys and rode to the hospital.

"Wait for five minutes, sir."

Ozuma couldn't wait. She has been unconscious for two solid days. He wished he could carry her by his arms and take her to his home.

The nurse allowed him to enter. Most of her wounds were treated, and he checked the CT scan reports. He can't infer anything, since he has no clue about the medical field. He wanted to ask the doctor later.

He examined her once. She was exhausted, and her lips were dry, yet intact despite being loose. Her white skin turned pale. An oxygen mask and tubes were connected to her.

Ozuma gently leaned towards her and rubbed her forehead.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered. Ozuma couldn't be more surprised. Her eyelids gently opened, and fast tears came out.

"Mariam..." Ozuma murmured and clad her into his arms.

"Ozuma? Where am I?" She pulled off her oxygen mask.

"Baka! You scared me! I was behaving like a madcap for all these days! Do you know? You were admitted to this hospital, and you were unconscious for the past two days! Those fucking idiots abused you to the core!"

"Don't cry Ozuma. I am alive and safe. What else do you want? I won't leave you so soon." Mariam said breathlessly.

Ozuma quickly parted from her.

"Relax. I'll tell the doctor."

"No, wait. Talk to me for a while."

Ozuma chuckled and went close to her.

"Ozuma, I have something to tell you. You are an amazing person, and I am blessed to have you in my life. Also, you are the best leader!"

"No Mariam, I couldn't save you at the right time. You were already beaten."

"Nah, thanks to you that I am alive. If you were okay and never diverted them, God knows what could've happened to me. You are my savior, Ozuma."

Ozuma reached close to her nose. He felt her hot and humid breaths.

"Ozuma, do you love me?"

He didn't respond but smiled and raked her jaw.

Mariam gently smiled and leaned forward, reaching his lips for a small dance. The kiss was deep, passionate, intimate, and heartfelt.

"How would I not? Because you healed the scar in my heart." He pecked her lips again.

"Get well soon, my love. I am waiting for you."

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#mayblade 2023 #mayblade #beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #ozuma #mariam #ozumari #ozuma x mariam #beyblade fanfic #beyblade fanfiction #beyblade fic

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arcanabananafefifofana · 1 year

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18. What were they like as a child?

Keziah was curious and full of wonder, imagining adventure. Being stuck in her small cottage home drove her crazy. She had to be out in the fields, forests and towns meeting new people. She was always out to make friends, waving to strangers and trying to pet large creatures that you probably shouldn't pet. (hence the bandages on her face.) One creature in particular was a wolf outside her farming village near the mountains in Venterre. She had seen it a few times and one day she tried to approach it. The wolf lunged at her face, biting her cheek to her jaw. Eventually it let go and Keziah was able to make it home, much to the shock of her mother. Luckily the bite wasn't too deep and the local doctor was able to sew it up. She now has a scar that look like a dimple.

She was unusually tall, towering over the other kids her age. She was always aware of her size.

#yes she looks like Minki Momo #was that on purpose?#maybe?#apprentice keziah #my art #apprenticember

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star-spacer · 1 year

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Green with Envy

Adashino x reader x Ginko (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Oh dear half-child, how do you feel? Does your sharp teeth scare away mortals with softer features? Is your too-human face too unlike that of your spirit friends? Oh if only you knew how loved you were.

Yokai and humans.

They were both different.

Though you spent a fair amount of time among the yokai, intrinsically familiar with the customs of a world that laid parallel to the human world, the daily company you kept cemented you deeply into the world of mortals. So long spent among them made you maintain a constant front, dulling down yourself to appear palatable. Thus, it wasn’t hard to forget that you were not fully human.

But then there’d be inevitable moments that remind you of what you were and what you weren’t. Claws not fit to be on a normal person that would leave scratches on Adashino’s precious dark wood doorways. A stamina level surpassing even that of Ginko, the ever-wandering man asking to take a break long before the effects of traveling hit you. But nothing reminded you of your otherness as much as watching Adashino and Ginko interact with others.

Sometimes you loved to punish yourself by forcing yourself to watch things as they unfold.

(Because that was what you did, ever since you were a kid.)

(Watch. All you knew was how to watch)

(Even as your family house went up in smoke and flames and your mother died protecting your father in front of you, all her Yokai glory forever stained by dirt and blood.)

(Even as your father perished, too, at the hands of the village he called his own when trying to get her body back.)

Your throat itched with the sensation of phantom smoke and screaming and you knew that today would be a bad day. A day without words as they would stay locked up tight in your throat no matter how much you tried. Bad days like these used to be common, back when wounds were fresher. But since the arrival of two humans in your life, they’d become few and far in between.

(Few but not gone. And today was going to be one of them.)

The sounds of brass bells being rung and cheers rising up from the streets drew your attention from the dark musings of your thoughts and outwards. From your viewpoint up in the trees and surrounded by their foliage, you had a bird’s eye view of the bustling town market from where you sat. A small festival, that’s what it was. A child had just won a prize for successfully scooping up a turtle with his net. Now the parents cheered as the vendor gave the child a sewn turtle animal. Your gaze stayed locked on the idyllic scene, of a precious family moment.

Oh, how you envied them.

If anybody were to look up at your hiding spot at the moment, they would have seen the golden gleam of slit-like eyes and a dark, blurry shadow among the leaves and nothing more. The weak illusion spell that you managed to cast ensured that they couldn’t see you, despite being so near to others. Festivals like these were rare, the village too small to host frequent ones so when they happened it was a special treat. Both you and Ginko had traveled back for this occasion to be able to help out the townsfolks and enjoy it too. But as the days approached it only got busier and busier. You, when not helping out with the village these past few days, had taken up the mantle of talking to the local forest Yokai. A few liked to mingle among humans during this time, taking in the sights and sounds, and a few appreciated the warnings of more frequent traffic occurring in their zones and it was your job to let them know.

On the other hand, Adashino, being the doctor and honorary member of the village council, was pulled in all sorts of directions. Budgeting, setup, deliveries form the incoming boats. Even now, he was off helping oversee any problems and keep the peace. And Ginko—

Ginko was passing right in front of your line of sight, deep in conversation with Io.

Ah, Io, the girl who swam with the Suiko. The girl who was saved by the collective efforts of the village. You remembered seeking out the Yokai remedies in the forest to help reverse the effects. A kind, kind girl. Sometimes a bit too selfless, but always eager to help. She had felt indebted to you all, even though all of you had seeked no payment except for her good health and happiness. Despite Ginko’s insistence that he didn't want to take anything from her, she still stopped by Adashino’s to occasionally drop off catches of fish when she had some to spare.

Your eyes tracked the pair as they stopped in front of a stall, Ginko helping Io lift up a case of ice. The slick surface of stray ice under his feet made him slip, almost sending him tumbling down, case and all. His limbs flailed for a moment before he steadied himself. The sight of the usually composed man flustered made Io and some of the locals break into well-natured laughter. Ginko ducked his head, rubbing the nape of his neck in embarrassment as he chuckled.

An ugly feeling flared within your chest at the joyous scene, the longing for closeness making your chest ache. On a normal day, you would’ve been down there already, flitting among the stalls and indulging in the treats. But the work the last few days had forced you to expend more magic than you realized. It didn’t hit you how bad it was until this morning when you nearly ripped a crate apart after getting spooked. Thankfully, only Adashino noticed before you quickly excused yourself to slink away before you could hurt anybody. Even now, as you had dropped the exhausting human mirage in favor of the much easier hiding spell, it still made you twitchy and tired.

Such was your hand deal in life, not enough Yokai blood to wield magic extensively like your brethren but with just enough in you to irreversibly put you apart from all mortal men.

The sounds of goodbyes rose up and you watched Ginko and Io depart back to where they came from. Your feet itched to hop down and pursue them, to join the streams of people moving through the village.

But you were tired.

Tired tired tired.

***

Sometimes, Adashino regretted stepping into such an influential position in the village. Despite there being the officials and the elders who made the major decisions, many of them relied on him for aid. Especially with big events such as these when all he wanted was to spend some time in his archives and organize his collections with Ginko, listening to you chattering their ears off with your tales.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved where he was now, and if given the chance, he would have done it all over again. He loved being able to contribute his knowledge to the people and help them with everything he could. But he just wished they didn’t make him out to be such an important figure. He was just a humble doctor who liked to collect the unusual, after all.

Well–compared to you and Ginko, he wasn’t exactly humble. But he tried to live an honest life. A life that his parents would be proud of too. It was why he moved out to this village in the first place.

(A desperate fisherman coming to the family apothecary. The village was just beginning to pop up then and was hoping to be able to have a physician who could manage the sickness that had fallen over the town)

His mother had encouraged him to go. Sent him off with a small fortune in his hands left behind by his father. She had reassured him she’d be alright. His father’s time as the most successful physician in their town ensured that landed the family with good graces and good fortune, covering for his wife and two sons even after his death.

(Even now, she continued to send parcels, bigger than before ever since he started mentioning two other individuals in his mail.)

But the responsibilities heaped upon him made it impossible to seek you out after he saw what occurred that morning. It happened so quickly, not even the roughhousing boys who crashed into you realized it, but for a second Adashino’s sharper eyes caught the flicker in your appearance as it slipped to reveal snapping teeth and slitted eyes. He saw the way the crate in your hands began to splinter but as soon as it happened you had shut everything down under tight lock and key, expression freezing over like ice over a winter pond. Nobody noticed as you finished, laughing a laugh with no joy in it towards a joke before you slipped away.

Nobody except him.

And he wasn’t able to grasp a moment with you before you slipped away like mist through his fingers.

A voice called out for him and Adashino cursed his altruistic nature, wishing he had his tobacco pipe in hand. “Coming!”

“....ut it here, Ginko. Thank you for your help, I don’t what I’d have done without you.”

“Anytime.”

The familiar tenor made Adashino stop in his tracks, heading whipping back to seek out its owner. Seeing the white mop of hair, the doctor quickly adverted his course and headed straight for the Mushishi. He skidded to a stop in front of him, monocle nearly falling off. “Ginko! There you are. Please tell me you have a moment.”

Ginko tilted his head, blinking slowly through the haze of his cigarette smoke. “Sure do.”

“Okay good, good. Have you seen–” His eyes flitted to the left as he thought he saw you, uttering your name. “–anywhere?”

“Can’t say I have. Why? Dodging responsibilities?”

Adashino shook his head, worry surging back to the forefront of his mind. Why were you not there? Usually, you’d be among the streets already; if not, Ginko should’ve spotted you in the crowd. But to not see hide nor hair of you this entire time?

It must have shown on his face because Ginko stepped forward. “Is something wrong?”

Despite the responsibilities weighing down his shoulders, he grabbed the man’s arm and began dragging him to the side. “Come on give me a moment and I’ll explain to you. Can you do me a favor?”

***

Ginko was troubled.

The worried look on Adashino’s face as he left the doctor to resume his responsibilities stuck with the white-haired man as he set off to take a lap around the town, looking for you. Now that the doctor brought up his concerns about you, Ginko couldn’t help but re-analyze the entire day so far, recalling a very distinct lack of your sharp laughter and crimson kimono that you loved to wear for festivals. The entire time he attributed your absence to you being busy helping Adashino but when the doctor had asked him if he had seen you it threw him for a loop. And then the short explanation that entailed, Adashino’s concerns about your appearance–which you usually kept under lock and key–nearly being shown in the middle of the market.

So there he was, trying to seek out a flighty little half-spirit like the way he seeked out Mushi. It reminded him of the first time he met you when you both were younger and less experienced in life. It was a Mushi report that turned out to be a Yokai, one that you were also in the region to deal with, and he had accidentally tracked you down instead of the actual issue. Luckily, you were agreeable enough to aid him in finding the Yokai, and your help was crucial in asking it to move out from the river the village used. The rest was history.

Through the length of time that the three of you have known each other, there were things that were shared among you three that no outsiders knew. Moments reserved only for each other and no one else. You had seen him at his worst and he had seen you at yours and thus he was adept at spotting when you were running yourself ragged.

Usually.

Ginko muttered a curse under his breath as he thought about you in the past few days. The ozone smell of your magic fluctuating wildly when you three spent time with each other at home, how your appetite had waned despite it usually increasing when you used a lot of powers, the way you were tenser around open fires lately. But because of the work occupying you all, he had missed all the signs.

His feet picked up the pace as he scanned the area around him. He knew you were smart and capable enough to care for yourself but he didn’t want you to spend your time alone with your thoughts.

(And Adashino would have his sorry hide if Ginko didn’t find you before the end of today.)

An inquiry from a local made him stop as they roped him into a conversation and he tried his best to entertain it without drawing it on for too long. Thankfully his practice in patience paid off and they soon excused themself to send him on his way. Pulling a cigarette out, he lit it up and inhaled the calming smoke. While the festival was entertaining, he couldn’t wait until it was over so he could actually spend some time with you and Adashino beyond hurried conversations as you guys carried stuff past each other on the street.

(Though he lamented that he’d have to leave very soon after the festival, lest he attracts any unsavory Mushi close to people he held so dear.)

With a sigh, the man took another drag and moved on.

Now… If he was his sneaky little fox spirit, where would he hide?

***

The sun had shifted to shine directly on your face in the time you woke up from your daze and now your skin felt flushed and tacky. Hot and feverish with heat. Despite your state, you still managed to pick up the sounds of a throat clearing at the base of your tree. You shifted, an eye peering down through the fringes of your hair.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” Ginko asked, hands tucked in his pocket and face upturned to smile at you in his small, signature smile. “How long have you been up there, huh? ‘Shino’s been searching around for you.”

You didn’t answer–couldn’t answer as words refuse to give way–but a deliberate shift making the leaves around you rustle was enough of an answer for the man as he let out a good-natured sigh, stepping up to under where you were sitting and extending his arms out to beckon you.

Ginko called your nickname, short and sweet as it fell from his mouth, arms beckoning you. “C’mere. Let’s go back before it gets dark and Adashino decides to lock us in his shed. I’ll catch you.”

There was hesitation in your actions as you began to untuck from the ball that you’d curled up into, but the endless patience in Ginko’s face and his calm demeanor reassured you. As one leg dangled over the branch, you peered down at him with tired eyes.

“As scrawny as I may seem, I’m stronger than I look. I won’t drop you. Don’t you trust me?”

You did.

Gravity swept you down toward him as you pushed off, clenching your eyes shut in anticipation. Lithe arms caught you with a grunt and you let out a quiet wheeze at the impact. Miraculously, the man didn’t topple under the weight and force of your landing. You clambered off him, ready to head back but the moment your feet touched the ground the consequences of perching in a tree the whole day caught up to you. Ginko saw you toppling and quickly went to support you.

“Don’t think you can make it back to Adashino’s, huh?”

You pursed your lips, shaking your head. To your surprise, Ginko began pulling away from you. There was a moment of panic as you thought he was leaving you before he crouched down in front of you.

“Up you go.”

A moment passed as you stared at him in confusion. Ginko glanced back at you as he raised an eyebrow after seeing you still standing there.

“Come on. You’re really gonna walk all the way home and up the hill?”

That question helped you make up your mind. Quickly, you clambered up, locking your arms around his shoulders and he grabbed the underside of your thighs.

“You’ll be my medicine cabinet for today,” Ginko said as he stood up. “A bigger, livelier one.”

You gently pat him on top of his head, messing with the hair there.

“I’ll drop you if you don’t stop that,” Ginkgo warned, jostling you jokingly.

A small amused huff escaped you at that, knowing full well that he wouldn't do that, and resting your chin on his shoulder. The walk back was peaceful, with Ginko pointing out a few of the harmless Mushi floating around and remarking on some of the Yokai visitors he saw arrive today.

(Some of them, he told you, asked after your wellbeing.)

With his presence came the feeling of your soul settling down, your skin feeling more right on your body. You weren’t like them, but that didn’t matter. There was still a place for you in their world and them in yours.

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