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Bean There, Done That
One of my work colleagues messaged me on the way home to inform me that someone in our team requested a short story about the life of a coffee bean - specifying that the beans ultimately aren't afraid of being ground up because it's like becoming One and returning to The All.
A couple hours later....
Bean There, Done That
Beano lay in the jar, amid the pile of other beans like himself, staring out at The Grinder that sat beside them on the counter.
Day in, day out, a hand unscrewed the lid to the jar – removed it, letting in a shock of air – then dipped in The Spoon. And each time The Spoon came, anticipation brewed, gripping Beano’s core with cold hands – anticipation for the day when it would be his turn in The Grinder.
‘You never come back,’ one of the other beans said. ‘When you go…it changes you somehow and you never return to the jar.’
Maybe that was a good thing. Anything had to be better than the daily grind of sitting in that jar, not knowing when it would be your time to go. Yet, fear was stronger.
Please don’t take me. Take the others, but not me.
A prayer made in vain. It was only a matter of time before The Spoon caught him in its cruel lip.
‘I think we’re all looking at it the wrong way,’ another bean said. An older bean, who’d been in the jar longer. His voice was heavy with the weight of experience.
‘How should we look at it?’ Beano asked.
‘Well…tell me, how well do you remember being a seedling?’
A memory flashed in his mind, an image forming, of being green and small, before he’d swelled into something resembling what he was today.
The older bean nodded as though he held the same image in his own mind. ‘And can you remember when you were chosen?’
Chosen? He hadn’t thought of it that way but…perhaps that was what had happened that day – the day he was plucked from the plant, forever taken from the only world he ever knew, selected for roasting.
‘You were frightened then, weren’t you.’ It wasn’t a question.
‘Of course I was frightened. I didn’t know what to expect.’
‘Yet you survived. You changed, but you’re here. We’re all here. We’re in this together, you know. Sometimes it’s easy to forget our shared roots – to let time harden and embitter us. But none of us is truly alone when The Spoon comes for us.’
‘You really believe that?’
‘I have to.’
‘So you’re not scared at all?’
The older bean sighed. ‘Of course I am. It’s always frightening, not knowing what’s coming next. But maybe that’s also part of the thrill.’
Thrill. Hard to imagine, but…maybe. He couldn’t deny that inner voice that said it was time to move on. There was nothing left for him in the jar.
If only there were some way to know for certain that whatever awaited them in The Grinder didn’t hurt. But if the other beans screamed out in pain, the sound was drowned out by the motor of the machine as it processed them into something else – something Beano could only imagine as he hung in the jar, watching, waiting.
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The next time The Hand of Fate came, Beano knew.
It’s come for me. It’s my turn.
The lid was unscrewed, the air flooding in. The Spoon dove in, dislodging him and catching him in its snare. He fell, back into the jar, but the providential utensil came for him again.
Beano was lifted into the air, staring down at the other beans remaining in the jar. Beside him, other beans jostled with anxiety. Then they were sliding off The Spoon, into the silver bowl of The Grinder – him, the older bean, and several others.
Imagination had not prepared him for what lay within – four sharp blades, glinting under the kitchen light, emphasising their cold steel edges. It had to hurt. How could it not? If only he were a Mexican jumping bean and could leap on out of here. But he was a coffee bean, and this was what happened to his kind. There was no escaping your purpose.
The Hand approached, reaching for the machine, for a button. Any second now and this would all be over. He’d finally understand the great mystery that awaited them all. And he wasn’t ready – he wasn’t ready.
‘I’m scared,’ he whispered to the older bean, whose time was finally up.
‘I am too.’
The admission undid him. How was he supposed to hold it together, if his senior, the one who’d taught him there was some good in this, was just as terrified?
It didn’t matter, because The Hand was there, the finger extended, pushing the button. Then – the whirring sound, so familiar and yet new, fresh, when it was coming for him.
The Blades of Destiny didn’t just begin turning but whipped round, flinging him in dizzy circles, jumbling up with his companions. When The Blades made their first cuts, the sharpness was so exquisite that he couldn’t quite feel it, only had a sense of dissemblance. His consciousness was splitting, multiplying. Somehow, he was in more than one place at once, time and space but mythology.
Helpless, he surrendered – the only choice he could make before all choice was taken from him. He let go, released of his shell and whirling with the fragments of his brethren, until it was impossible to know where he ended and they began.
The old bean was right. We’re not alone. We’re all in this together – in ways we could never imagine.
Sweet silence settled as the blades fell still. He landed in a heap, somehow both less and more than he was before. There was no Beano, no older bean, no brethren. They were all one bean, released from the constraints of form.
The Hand came again, lifting the bowl out of the machine, into the air, and tilting it over a white cup. Soft as leaves, they were eased into the cup, caught and cradled in a filter, warm and snug. Then – burning – hot water being poured over them, releasing their essence.
Oh god, the smell that burst forth, filling the air! It was them, transmuted once again, now no longer solid but aroma, the aroma of spirit.
As they drifted over the kitchen, floating as steam and scent above the counter, they saw the jar that had once encased them, the prison they had once clung to, believing it protected them. The other beans remained in there, waiting for their turn, afraid of what it would bring.
If only they could tell them – could describe the beauty and ecstasy of what was coming for them.
But they’d just have to find out for themselves.
#short story#original fiction#total randomness#coffee beans#life of a coffee bean#crack fic#crack treated seriously#metaphysical#existential crisis#philosophical conundrum#destiny#the hand of fate#the spoon of fate#coffee love#I don't even like coffee
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Acquaint Fate bonus scene
Rosalyn, Alberu & Choi Han tell Cale about HeniRoksoo's shenanigans in the destroyed world
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After Cale busts the meetings in Beacrox's kitchen and confronts everyone, thus making HeniRoksoo no longer a taboo topic, there's this moment—
In-between their plan to drag HeniRoksoo to their world, an unlikely scenario occurs.
It’s late at night. The kids are asleep, so are most adults at the villa.
In a room far away enough to not disrupt anyone, Rosalyn, Alberu and Cale gather. They’re tipsy as fuck (we all know Cale is sober), laughing quite loudly.
Choi Han is there as well, sitting on the far end of the sofa Alberu and Cale sit at as well, looking at a spoon in his hand as if it held the meaning of life.
Rosalyn cackles madly, hitting the armrest of her individual seat as she says:
“Remember when he made the Orsena go bankrupt?"
Alberu's groan says he knows exactly what she's talking about.
"That was nasty."
Rosalyn giggles, swirling her cup of wine.
"Oh, please. You loved it."
"For political reasons, I can't deny nor confirm that statement." They lock eyes, and Alberu breaks character. “Oh, who am I kidding?”
Cale raises an eyebrow, but waits until his friends are done laughing. He knows they will fill him soon enough.
"The late Duke was into gambling." As per usual, Alberu doesn’t betray expectations.
Cale takes a sharp breath, already anticipating the outcome.
"... He did not."
"That punk faked a losing streak and lured the Duke into betting everything he had— and I mean everything, not even the clothes on the Duke's back were left to his name after Kim Rok Soo was done with him."
"Shut up." Contrary to his words, Cale’s tone carries sheer elation and the underlying message of how offended he will be if Alberu dares cut the tale short here.
"But he didn't stop at that. He gave the Duke a grace period to pay the debt and they signed a contract."
"— what did that punk ask for as collateral?"
Alberu’s smile twitched, and Rosalyn was shedding tears, so Cale leaned back expecting something great:
"The Duke's main residence."
"... he made them homeless?" Wow, now he wants to go on a looting spree with Kim Rok Soo. That guy sounded like a lot of fun.
"It gets better." Rosalyn assured.
Alberu nursed his drink and asked mirthfully:
"So, the Duke was forced to ask for a loan— Cale, whose family do you think is one of the major shareholders of the Royal Roan Bank, hm? Who do you think has enough sway to convince them of lending that amount of money in such a short notice?"
Wheeze.
"He didn't stop at that." Rosalyn interjected. "Lady Orsena, that bitch–"
"Gasp!" Cale mock-gasped.
"You know she's a bitch. Anyways, back then, she wasn't quite the successor of House of Orsena yet."
Alberu, always privy to his own kingdom’s political gossip, added on.
“Lady Orsena needed an accomplishment to prove herself in front of the vassals. Eventually, she got word of a land that was up for auction in the south; various intel sources assured it contained high-grade mana stones.”
Cale’s lips twitched.
"He spread that intel.” It wasn’t a question.
“Uh-huh.”
Kim Rok Soo, that bastard—
“... he didn’t make it a cheap investment, did he?”
Alberu threw his head back and barked out a laugh, so Rosalyn took over telling the story.
“Oh no, Rok Soo pulled a you and made Lady Orsena’s pocket bleed, until she won the auction—”
“— only to realize it was money that her family did not have.”
“The mine promised to solve all of their economic problems, but payment was due in a week, so….” Alberu and Cale locked eyes. “Lady Orsena took a loan, and became the new owner of a salt mine.”
Cale’s own eyes started to tear up. This domino-effect level of screwing someone over was just glorious.
“Then Rok Soo waltzed into their main residence a week after that, contracts in hand, and kicked the Orsena out. The Duke’s debt, his own loan and his eldest daughter’s loan had accumulated astronomical interest by then.”
Alberu sounded way too thrilled for someone whose kingdom had a whole dukedom befall into ruin.
“Their contracts had a clause stipulating that, if the Orsena failed to repay at least twenty percent of the debt in half a month, the bank would put their properties up for sale until the entire debt was paid off.”
The three bursted into laughter yet again.
The whole thing was so over-the-top and petty, and yet so satisfying.
“Wait.” Cale suddenly sobered up. “He brought Raon to the casino–?”
Raon normally helped Cale by providing information about his surroundings. He also played an important role in his scams.
Therefore, Cale kinda expected for Rok Soo to make a similar use of the little dragon.
“No, he didn’t let Raon tag along." Everyone turned towards Choi Han, who finally joined their conversation. “Rok Soo-ssi is very good at mathematics. I don’t understand, but the basics is that he kept track of the cards and calculated all the possible hands he could get; the same applied for the other games, he made his bets based on probability.”
Alberu low-whistled.
“... look at that punk go.” Snorted Cale.
“Right? Right?!” Rosalyn looked quite proud.
#acquaint fate spoilers#well not quite#choi han and the spoon are relevant later#they're chilling and gossiping your honor#lcf fanfiction#tcf fanfic#og cale henituse#original cale henituse#kim rok soo#alberu crossman#tcf rosalyn#choi han
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alright im goin to bed. can you guys watch joe while im gone
#spoon rambles#ive done all i can in regards to voting fraud#ill likely wake up after the poll finishes#the fate of the sexymen is in your hands
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a strangled red hc i have is that steven and mikes parents are not present because they travel a lot to other regions for their jobs and as a result mike chose to not become a pokemon trainer when he was younger because he didnt want to leave steven alone (then when steven becomes a pokemon trainer he suggests that mike could come with him since he does feel a bit bad about mike missing out on it initially)
#pokepasta#strangled red#strangled red mike#strangled red steven#its still headcanon when its basically just my own version of the strangled red story where i am stretching 'canon' like putty right#and their current fate? who knows lol mikes an adult by the time strangled reds events begin so theyd jst b living on their own probably#tbh both started kind of late when the minimum age you can become a trainer is 10-11#but other games some of the trainers are 14 so whatevr. in strangled red whats Canon-canon is messed with anyways#i actually did want to write smth related to this hc (the one the post is about not my tag rambling)#it was kind of a mike pov of him growing up trying to be a good brother leading up to. You Know#but i kind of ran out of steam and havent had the spoons to come back to it cuz immm not a writing pro <3#me when i want to make strangled red content so bad but im not good at making thecontent
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Probably a Comedy
"Hey Henry." a friend called out.
"Yeah?" Henry replied.
"I was talking with some friends about what genre our lives would be, if they had one. What would yours be?"
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"FREAK!" The man shouted.
"Get out of our village!" The woman next to him shrieked
"Disgusting." The old man at the gates spat as Henry walked by.
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"That's not how that works." a friend sighed. "You two are stupid."
Henry crossed his arms in response. "Udon isn't stupid."
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Henry held a small piece of bread in his hands and half of a pig ear. The dark around his eyes warned him that he'd lose consciousness if he didn't eat soon. But Udon, still tiny enough to fit in his lap, looked up with expectant eyes at the morsels.
"I can wait and find something else." Henry thought as he fed the ear and bread piece by piece into Udon's yawning mouth. "Besides, he can taste it and I can't."
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"Just eat the fish!" Udon said as he shoved the plate toward Henry.
"No. You eat it. I don't feel hungry." Henry replied.
"You can't feel anything. We sssssaved the world from the Necromanccccer. It's a feasssst! Eat!"
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Henry could hear the men from the village gaining on him. He was a wizard, so he wasn't particularly athletic. They were chasing him because they had seen his neck scales and snakelike eyes. They knew he wasn't a normal human.
Eventually Henry tired out and was caught. Usually when this happened the men would just push him into the mud and kick him, but this time a few chickens had gone missing.
"I don't even have any chickens." Henry thought as they beat him. "Plus, this doesn't even hurt. Also, stabbing me with a pitchfork seems like a bad idea. You need that for farming and now it's all bloody." He didn't say any of this to them though. He knew that meant the beating would get worse.
Eventually, they stopped and returned to their village. Henry scrambled off the ground and held the pitchfork wound to stop the bleeding. Black and blue, he headed into the woods to find a place to sleep.
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"Uhhhh. Probably a comedy I think. I'm pretty funny." Henry replied. "What did you answer?"
Udon is a character made by @spoonfulofpills. Thanks for letting me write with him Spoon!
#Henry#Udon Snoodle#Henry Le-gionsol Falfalwilmys Ganbormedyom Melfgiusroad Ravenomious Le'4che Raciacusdark Ganciamonnus Dantaachres Starglimmer Fate Snoodle#Snoodle Bros.#spoon's ocs#my ocs#my writing
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DMK will never be the big spoon.....
#i just came to that realization while making the tierlist#his orb ass will never escape rhe fate of being the little spoon#quan blovk
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duelxduel
#(big goo is there as the ref bc i’d out myself if i used johnny)#the forkxspoon are the funniest purchases of the past 6 months by f a r#the fork and spoon are t i n y lmfaooooooooooooooooooooooooo#no one’s gonna be able to eat anything with that#the quality of the lxl forkxspoon feels really solid though. their weights feel kinda nice in my hand#then again maybe my hand’s just small ig so ymmv#染BODY ONCE TOLD ME—#ok now that’s seriously enough of lxl merch for one week i dont think im gonna spend more money on them any time soon.#unless. like. meoto randomly gets merch or a novel or adaptation or something (<-tempting fate)#time to yeet off to read the ft4 fan manga i got ok byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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my work schedule's got me in a chokehold but i miss u all ( a LOT ok!!! )
#please fates when will i fully be free#i'm heavily considering a nobara blog...#but my spoons!!!#they are replenishing at a snail's pace#but they ARE replenishing & i finally have the energy to log on#and say a quick hello#when i'm not working i'm chugging along my annual greys rewatch#listen i'm trash#i stan this trash show#i'm literally going to watch season 20 i can't lie#ooc.
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Nero Claudius art by spoon
#nero claudius#Mari is dropping some Fate lore into my dms rn thanks Mari and sorry#Fate#spoon’s art
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November 2023 reads pt.2
The Honor student wants to go against the Red Thread of Fate
- against his wishes, a serious honor student slowly starts to fall for his soulmate- a Yankee?
For my Forsaken Beloved
- heartbroken over the death of her favorite character, FL, who gets sent back in time does her best to prevent his suicide
Here comes the silver spoon!
- to fulfill her dream of becoming the family heir, the FL must find a husband and avoid the schemes of her younger sister (I love the FL)
#manga recommendation#manga reccs#manhua recommendation#manhwa recommendation#here comes the silver spoon#for my derelict favorite#for my forsaken beloved#the honor student wants to go against the red thread of fate
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Have you read the Mahabharata? If you did, what do you think about the way Arjuna was characterized in FGO? As far as I know (I haven't read it but I'm considering it), he's considered one of the big good forces and a close to ideal hero for the majority of the book, so I was wondering what people make of Fate's decision to give him his conflict about "appearing as an ideal hero."
i keep meaning to read it and then getting distracted by other shiny things (drawing) and. Not reading it. But I do know of the General Plot lol. Honestly at this point I’m legit thinking I’ll just buy a physical version bc I think I do better w that-like when I found a physical version of the Bhagavad Gita at a library I got through half of it in one sitting you know? It’s just uh. Getting out in a pandemic :’) scary
as for fate’s version….uh I’d say it’s a mixed bag? Since I basically didn’t know anything about him before I discovered the fate version I wasn’t really familiar w his changes…
I do think having his character focus on the guilt he feels for what happened in his life and his own personal responsibilities in regards to what happened isn’t actually a bad take tbh-the Bhagavad Gita is basically him going ‘uh I don’t want to Murder My Family’ and his Friend who is God has to convince him of his duty as a warrior and human to continue moving forwards and do what he’s supposed to be doing, but even after all that it doesn’t seem unrealistic to assume he has regrets given like. 3 of his children die most of his family die he kills his brother etc etc like. This isn’t an interpretation of him that comes out of nowhere, even after the war most of his relationships end in tragic ways the dude just couldn’t catch a break and it makes sense that it weighs on him-there’s a whole thing about how even though he’s Krishna’s closest friend he still wasn’t able to be enlightened! bc he’s only human, yknow.
The problem is that in fgo his conflict starts and ends with him shooting karna. Like in his bio
3/5 of the descriptive boxes mention Karna (they also have some other random inconsistencies. His human father was NOT called king kuru). There’s no mention of his childhood living with ascetics in the woods, or the multiple times the kauravas tried to kill him and his brothers when they were young, or the many ordeals and trials he went through to EARN the gifts he received from the gods-even his friendship with Krishna is just a footnote they add one to clarify that he’s different from arjuna’s mind demon. They make a single vague mention of his other brothers and mother-not even by name, and then dedicate the rest of his bio to karna. Not the family he lived with, but a guy who was, and I’m sorry to say this, really not that important to the general plot of the mahabharata.
In comparison karna’s own profile only mentions arjuna three times. Total. :-) despite the fact that when I look at the original text he seems much more obsessed with arjuna that the other way around but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anyway my theory is that arjuna wrote his own profile in a depressed haze at 3 am and that’s why it’s so bad and also makes no sense and is heavily pro karna for basically no reason bc otherwise wtf
This is also reflecting in his in-game writing, especially early on, and it’s something I consistently see people who are more familiar with non-fgo arjuna complain about lol. If they acruallly branched out more into the conflict he had and how it continues to haunt him (why not bring up bhisma’s death? He was much more important to arjuna? And arjuna also had to kill him?) he’d be a great character, but as it is they still struggle to move on from the karna thing. Even in the junao cbc event they couldn’t fucking resist leaving karna out of it lol
Though tbh if you ignore his profile and lb4 arjuna is a pretty decent character? The karna but needs to be dropped but even when they have him as an enemy (too often) he always pulls through and does the right thing in the end
This is starting to fall apart but basically: the bones of his character are good, but they need to
A.) rewrite his fucking profile
B.) stop with the karna vs arjuna shtick we get it we get it please fucking explore literally anything else fucking ask karna’s thoughts on it about it even just stop going ‘haha what if…they….fight!🤭’
C.) GIVE HIM MORE LINES why the hell was karna the first one to bring up their mother. Why was karna the first one to bring up their brothers by name. Arjuna LIVED with his brothers. He actually got ALONG with them. Why does he never talk about them?? Lasengle PLEASE
D.) just like do more stuff about his life that has absolutely nothing to do with karna. I’m not even joking this would fix his character. He has so much to work with that they don’t touch
#‘why don’t you just order a physical copy of it online?’ uh illegal? rude? i have autism there are Rules#my asks#hm this got long#i like fate juna but every time someone complains about how he got robbed I’m like ‘yeah :(‘#they act like k was begging on the streets and j was fucking silver spoon boy but j was literally living w like turbo monks#while k went to private school w his bougie upper middle class parents#like 🙄 everytime i see some poverty p*rn art w k like. inaccurate his parents would NOT let him be that dirty
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im sorry im filled with so many stupid thoughts of these two today hghghhhhhh
Lancelot: are you sure gregor likes me 🥺🥺🥺
Lancelot and Gregor on the bus half the time:
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NOW I KNOW WHAT THE MINISTRY OF LOVE REMINDS ME OF:
soup.avi
Forever going to picture O’Brien as Ray Ray LOL
#1984 book#soup.avi tw#cannibalism tw#just in case#Don’t worry guys; soup.avi is a piece of performance art#It’s so bleak tragic and macabre…. I kind of appreciate it now that I’m not a petrified twelve-year-old#From the graininess of the camera to the comically large spoon to the sterile monochrome set and characters juxtaposing the man#the table and the bowl#Even though the two guys are obviously costumes; the way everything is done makes them appear as if they are some real alien entities#And the fact that there are two that look exactly alike is reminiscent of the “men in black” urban legends (not the movie LOL)#And the fact that you cannot see anyone’s faces really dehumanizes everyone: the Brothers Ray look otherworldly#and the man looks like an abused animal#There is no real dialogue either; only crying from the man and silence from the Rays#which adds to the anonymity of the piece; making it seem more believable as a “video from the dark web”#Especially considering the fact that the way the man’s face is censored is with the use of a black bar across the eyes#Because the eyes are the windows to the soul; so it symbolizes the loss of a soul on his part… because he ate the soup. He is defeated.#He was forced into destroying his sense of identity and morality by some unknown circumstance#If it is his wife he’s eating (as the theories say); then why is he eating his wife? Likely to save his children from the same fate#Sorry this got dark#Why the fuck am I analyzing soup.avi#Get a grip woman
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Here for a Season
During his wandering Henry discovered a pathway down from the woods he was in to a small river. The sound of a river babbling along beside him made for a good place to read, he decided, and he found a good sitting rock.
He sat for a few hours, trying to make sense of a few stories. Most of the stories people liked, which were the ones he had, were about love or some dramatic happening like a divorce or the conquest of a nation. Henry read them to try to understand how emotion worked, since he didn't feel any of his own.
Deep in his reading, Henry felt a faint tapping on his shoulder. He flicked at it, assuming it was a bug, but it continued until he finally broke with the story and turned. Next to him was a girl about 16, his age, trying to get his attention.
“Oh, hey, I finally woke you up.” She said now that she'd gotten a reaction from him.
He closed his book and tucked it into his satchel. “I was reading. Who are you?” He said, tilting his head to one side.
“Isabella’s my name. Who’re you, easily-caught-up-in-books boy? Most people are surprised by a stranger appearing and tapping them on the shoulder out of nowhere.” Isabella responded.
“I'm Henry.” Henry said. “And I'm not surprised because I can't be, don't have emotions. But you do, so why'd you come over to me? I coulda been dangerous. What if I was a bear or something?”
This elicited a strange look from Isabella. “Well, I decided that since you're not hairy and you didn't have big claws that you're probably not a bear. I came over because you looked like you needed a place to stay.”
Henry traced her eyes to his sack cloth robes. “Oh. Sure. Don't like sleeping inside though. Maybe out in your barn?” He said, tracing a square in the air.
“I think my parents will be OK with that Henry. Follow me.” Isabella said and turned back in the direction Henry had been going before he stopped to read. Quickly, he stood and followed close behind as she picked up her pace.
While they were talking Henry had evaluated Isabella. From the nicer clothes she was wearing he could tell that she must be from a village nearby. Her brunette hair was well brushed, so she wasn't a wanderer like he is. The straw hat on her head and her slim physique made her look like a scarecrow. “I won't say that one, but it's true.” Henry thought.
“Your hat makes you look like a scarecrow.” Henry blurted out while he shuffled along the path behind Isabella. “And you're really thin. You gotta eat more.”
Isabella came to an abrupt stop in front of him and turned on her heels. “Dude! I eat plenty, I'm just thin. And you're skinny too! Honestly!” She turned away from Henry and kept walking.
When they arrived, the village was revealed to be much bigger than Henry was expecting. He hadn't seen one with more than 20 people in it and this one had to have at least 100. He would have been impressed, if he was able to be.
Isabella led him to her parents house and they agreed to feed and house Henry in their barn. When dinnertime came he ate with them at their table, eyeballing how much Isabella ate to guess how much he should. Not being able to feel hunger made it hard to tell how much to eat.
During his stay Henry used Isabella's house to look into the working of the village, things like how Isabella's father had so much money. He said that he was some kind of merchant selling fruit but when Henry looked into it he quickly lost interest and moved onto a different topic. After exhausting everything that held his interest in the village, he started borrowing books and reading them in a different part of the woods each day.
Sometimes Isabella would join him, tramping through the woods to a good spot to read. During their reading Isabella would ask him questions about himself and he returned with the same question. It was a tactic he'd learned to make people feel valued in conversation and it always seemed to work.
“So Henry, I don't have any siblings, do you?” Isabella asked, not looking up from her school workbook.
Henry glanced up from his much larger tome, flipped a page, and replied. “Yep, my brother Udon. He's brumating right now, but he's gonna wake up soon. Still 8 but he buries himself in the ground like a snake. I'll have to go get him and then we'll probably keep wandering. Do you?”
Isabella blew some hair out of her eyes and slapped her book closed. “I just said I didn't, weren't you listening? He's brumating because he's part snake like you, right? You could both stay here.” she said.
“Nah.” Henry replied. “I'm a wanderer. I wander.”
Isabella pulled the book down out of his face and looked into his eyes. “You don't have to y’know.”
“Cool.” Henry said, not at all understanding the emotion of the scene.
“Be serious dude!” Isabella chided. “I want you to stay. How about that?”
“I gotta go. Udon and I keep moving so that he stays safe. Even if we're safe here for now, I don't know that we will be later.” Henry replied.
Isabella looked sad and let him put his book back up. Henry went back to reading and barely noticed when she left the little clearing. When he did notice it was well past dark. “Where’d she go?” He thought as he finally snuffed his magical lights and headed back to the barn. “Oh well.”
A week later Isabella woke Henry from his hay bed in the loft. “Hey, dude. Wake up!” She said as she shook his shoulders.
Henry's eyes blinked open, but he didn't move, letting her shake him like a piñata. “You sleep like the dead.” Isabella said. “Now get up, we're going on an adventure today.”
Henry nodded and crawled to his feet. “OK. What kind of adventure?”
“I want to see where your brother is sleeping.” Isabella replied. “I packed a bunch of food, so we should be ready already. Do you need to get anything else?”
Henry shook his head. “I'll show you where it is, but you can't go in. I don't want you to interrupt his naptime.”
Isabella nodded in reply. “Let's get going!”
It took a day and a half to get to the cave Henry had stashed Udon in, cutting through harsh wilderness, climbing over rocks and hills, and braving the heavy winds of late winter on the hillsides. Finally they arrived just outside an unremarkable cave.
“OK. There it is.” Henry said nonchalantly. “Time to go back.” He turned back around and saw Isabella stumble through the trees behind him and collapse onto the ground, exhausted. “That's it?” She asked.
“Yup. That's where he is. Don't get too close or he'll wake up early.” Henry said, paying no mind to her tired state.
“Let's camp then. For one night. I'm so tired.” Isabella said, clawing at the release for her pack to set it down. She lay there while Henry went about putting together the camp for the night and gathering firewood. “You're pretty incredible dude. I know you don't get tired, but you really never stop.”
“Yeah.” Henry said in a silly voice. “I explained that to you already. I'll go get something for you to eat.” He slapped some logs into the already roaring fire and cast another bolt of fire into it to keep it roaring, then marched off into the forest.
He got back with a few small fruits and a fish and cooked them. Isabella insisted he eat some, but he refused and eventually she gave in, since she was so hungry. Once her stomach was full she scooted across the log they were seated on and leaned against Henry's shoulder.
“Hey, Henry. Do you always sleep like this when you wander? I don't think I could do it.” she asked, staring up at the stars.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Henry replied. “Food is usually a little bit easier to find though, but that's because it's Winter.”
Slowly, Isabella put her arm around him and gave him a long hug. “Thank you for the food, and for going on this adventure with me. I promise I won't tell anyone about where your brother is.”
Henry shrugged. “Sure. It was your idea, so I don't really get why you're thanking me.” Isabella just squeezed him tighter as a reply. They sat there together until they got sleepy and headed to bed in their sleeping bags.
When they got back Isabella got a lecture about not telling her parents where she went and Henry got a lecture about being responsible. It went in one ear and out the other for Henry.
Spring finally arrived and Henry began to pack up his one or two things. He didn't plan to make a big deal out of it, but Isabella found out and told her parents. They put together a small gift of a few books and gave it to Henry on his way out. With her parent's permission this time, Isabella accompanied Henry to the edge of the forest, stopping before the path became rocky on the way to the cave systems.
“Henry.” Isabella said as they arrived. “I want to talk to you about something.” She shifted nervously from one foot to another, but steeled her nerves and kept going. “I like you.”
Henry sat down on a rock and blinked at her. “Yeah. I am pretty cool. I think you're pretty neat too. Not a lot of people like reading as much as me.”
“No, I mean I like like you dude! Y’know.” She began to blush while Henry's expression remained unchanging.
“Oohhh.” He said. “I get it. Well, I don't feel anything for you, since I can't.” The statement was so matter of fact that it stunned Isabella for a moment. She shook it off and shoved Henry off his stone, sending him flying into the dirt.
“Don't say that, you jerk. I'm telling you that I'm gonna miss you. I know I can't go with, but I didn't want any regrets.” The burst of indignation faded on her face into shyness. “Can't you say something nice?”
“Oh. Yeah I can do that.” Henry said from the forest floor. He stood and brushed off his cloak before continuing. “I think if I could feel then I would like you too, probably. But since I don't really know, I'll just have to get my emotions back and figure that part out. If I do, I'll come back and tell you. Sound good?”
Henry finished his statement and put his hands on his hips in seeming confidence. “How was that?” Isabella responded by grabbing him and kissing him on the cheek. “You promise?” She asked.
“Sure. See ya.” Henry replied and turned, starting his walk up the rocky path.
Isabella stood in silence until he'd gotten farther away and then remembered one more thing she wanted to say. “It's not fair that I fall in love with you and you can't.” she called up after him. Henry turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth.
“OK.”
Udon is @spoonfulofpills 's character. They're a very cool person!
#henry#udon#snoodle bros#spoon's ocs#my writing#udon snoodle#Henry Le-gionsol Falfalwilmys Ganbormedyom Melfgiusroad Ravenomious Le'4che Raciacusdark Ganciamonnus Dantaachres Starglimmer Fate Snoodle#my ocs#hunt for the snoodle bros
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Fic title: Antebellum
I had to look up what Antebellum means and it means "Before War" so...
Mauraders it is!!!
Hogwarts life before they graduate and then they get out into the world, have some fun, do some stuff, and then... BAM!!! Order of the Phoenix era!!
And there's several close call's but everyone lives and Harry grows up in a loving home
The End
#fic title ask game#spoonie da spoon#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥the oracle and your fate.⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.#⇢ ˗ˏˋ athena's moots☄. *. ⋆
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