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kimetsu-chan · 1 month

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can i make an emergency request for Zeno x Reader thunderstorm comfort? like, Zeno and Reader are in an established relationship cause yes:3

~Thunder~

A/N: ofc you can hun 😎 sjdksbdys Zeno is prob my now most written for character- (but omg do I love writing for Zeno-)

reader and Zeno are in an established relationship

TWs ⚠️: Thunder, reader is scared, it’s nighttime bc I began writing this last night when I was supposed to be asleep and it was thundering.

It was a random Thursday night, around 11:30 pm, and you were cuddling up close with your boyfriend Zeno who had been staying the night. Now, you should be asleep, and you typically would be.

If it weren’t for the raging thunderstorm outside. You didn’t like thunderstorms during the day, and you liked them even less when you were trying to sleep.

You couldn’t help it though, every time you were drifting off in Zeno’s arms, so blissfully close to sleep, you would be startled awake by a crack of bright light and the rumbling thunder that soon followed. You couldn’t help the way you shook and tried to cover your entire body with your face.

You really wanted Zeno to be awake and cuddle you, but you really didn’t want to wake him up, you’d feel so bad for doing so. So you just sat there, wide eyed as the thunder continued.

Unbeknownst to you, Zeno had also woken up, albeit calmer. He lifted his head off his pillow with sleep still covering his face. He gave you a confused glance before laying his head back down and wrapping the arm that had fallen off back around you. His voice was almost too small for you to hear, but you heard it.

“What’s wrong [Name]…”

You couldn’t deny that you did, in fact, feel bad that he was awake. You were aware he was probably awoken by the same thing you were, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. So that is why you tried to get him to re-fall asleep so you didn’t “bother” him further.

“‘Ts nothing… go back to sleep ZeeZee..”

But like always, he caught on. He pulled you even closer and rested his head in the crook of your neck. He rubbed your arm gently in an attempt to soothe your obviously shaken up state.

“No, what’s wrong love.”

You paused wondering if you should really tell him when another loud crack of thunder startled you. You jumped a little and scooted towards him with a fearful expression. Zeno immediately welcome you closer into his embrace and placed a long, tender kiss to your forehead before whispering in your ear.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay… the storm should be over soon…”

After a second, he got an idea of how to help you calm. He shifted his position to on his back and pulled you close. Zeno rested your head on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat almost immediately filled your ears.

“Here, just close your eyes and I’ll play with your hair.”

True to his words, Zeno’s hands found their way to your head. They played with the ends and occasionally got his fingers stuck in it, but gently worked his fingers out as to not cause pain.

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was his hand brushing your hair out of your face and another soft kiss to your skin.

A/N: I’M SO PROUD OF THIS??? I HOPE YOU LIKED IT LARZ!

(@ta-ni-ya) I’m trying to remember to tag you in my oc stuff- I apologize if I ever forget-

#🍁#tw thunder #Tw thunderstorm #zeno x reader #zeno arakawa #oc #demon slayer #hehehe #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #writers on tumblr

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the-milk-anon · 1 year

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Hey Luna, hope you're doing well :))💓

🌈 do you enjoy thunderstorms?

hi klara and hi emi @belovedackerman :D (i just saw your ask and since it’s the same question i thought i’ll just add you to this one)

i'm doing well today^^ - i got to do smt new at work today that i've been rly excited for but i don't think i should talk about it here bc tw 😅

🌈 do you enjoy thunderstorms?

absolutely. big fucking yes. my fav weather. like ever.

i love the way the sky gets all gloomy but in like an intense way? i love it when the clouds go from a light grey to almost black (or when the sky turns yellow but that usually means there's gonna be hail) and when the wind starts to pick up i just wanna run outside to enjoy the way the air smells (kinda like rain but so much better)

and when the thunder starts i'm at the next best window looking for lightning lol - we tend to have quite heavy thunderstorms during summer and lightning strikes a lot and like hard so the lightning bolts look rly cool :D i've seen three so far that covered the majority of the sky i could see and it was so epic

i think my love for thunderstorms started when i was a kid - we'd sit outside on our balcony and watch the lightning we had the perfect view of the church of the tiny town we used to live in and the lightning almost always hit the cross at the top of the tower since it's made out of metal

so yeah if i could i'd spend every second of every thunderstorm outside - preferably on a hill to see as much as possible but that's a very bad idea xD (i'm an adrenaline junkie)

tyy for sending an ask my dear and i hope you're doing well too 💕

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#🥛.mail #klara 🍬#moot moots 💕#ask game #tw thunderstorm #tw: thunderstorm #tw; thunderstorm

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therequiemforthelost-archive · 2 years

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Lmao just got a severe thunderstorm warning so time to

#tw severe weather #severe weather tw #tw thunderstorm #thunderstorm tw #okay that should about cover it ANYWAY #not having a fun time so I'm gonna try and fall asleep before it starts up #and this just in from my mom: wow the wind is picking up a lot #mom plz--

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 6 months

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Vincent Price as Nicholas Van Ryn

Dragonwyck (1946) dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz

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goodskies · 1 year

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#tw: flashing #lightning #storms #gifs #thunderstorms

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scopostims · 1 year

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[ID: 9 GIFs of various footage of supercell thunderstorms over grassy plains at daytime and night time, the clouds rolling and lightning flashing through the clouds. End ID]

supercell storms gifset for anon (source) :•]

#scopostims original boards #tw flashing #stim #stimblr #stimboard #stimmy #storm #thunderstorm #supercell #rotating thunderstorm #nature #rain #lightning #cloud #i decided to do the id this way since its all relatively the same footage; i didnt think it benefitted from being super repetitive #i am happy to rewrite a specific id for each gif tho if thats a better idea :•]#scopo gifs

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wisteria-whump · 9 days

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it's spring so i have to remind everybody that you can and maybe should make your characters afraid of thunderstorms!!

#its storming rn and i am Scared #i would probably feel more tempted to stay in the midwest my whole life if the thunderstorms werent as hellish as they are #i can do some light soft thunder but i really don't appreciate when the thunder is so strong the whole house starts rattling #and when its so loud it wakes me up and then i have to fight to fall asleep again so i can continue to ignore the storms ugh #dont get me started on the wind #i go to sleep during a storm and when i wake up there's stuff from like 20 different backyards scattered all over #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump writing #whump idea #whump blog #whump scenario #tw whump #whump tw #writing prompts

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octastims · 6 months

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A thunder manifestation alterhuman stimboard with black shucks/ creepy canines, supercells and general midwest gothic-styled aesthetics for me!

Middle image is my attempt at a sprite edit to create what my alterkintype looks like.

🌪 🌪 🌪

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axo-the-adhder · 2 months

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angsty hunter (the bad batch) x GN reader because I just love making myself cry over fictional characters ✨✨

Word count: 777

warnings: angst, implied PTSD, malnutrition/eating disorder, abuse, manipulation, being used, being tested on, bullying, battle, nightmares, kinda sad ending, self deprecation and self destructive behavior

you’d just woken up.

you glance around and take a second to get your bearings; when you look down you’re met with the sleeping figure of hunter, loosely wrapped in your arms. it was rare that you woke up before him, given that his enhanced senses usually woke him as soon as he sensed that you or someone else on the marauder has woken up; which is why you took extra care to keep still and quiet.

as you look down at his cute, sleepy figure, your mind quickly wanders, thinking about how you met. that one day everything changed.

he met you on your home planet, talking to some kids. he just finished up a long mission, and wanted to go someplace omega could have fun with some other kids her age. you were a teacher, well, more like a teacher’s assistant. something about you just drew him to you from the second he laid eyes on you. To this day he doesn’t know exactly what it was, your scent, your laugh, your smile… probably a mix of everything, he had (after some internal debate and encouragement from wrecker) approached you and started some casual conversation as you watched the kids play. you got to know him better, and he got to know you better. your home planet became the place he would always drag his brothers to after missions, partly to let Omega play, partly to see you again.

the empire, to your dismay, did what they do best- took control. you had to flee, not wanting to be placed under their control, and hunter insisted you stay with him and his brothers in the marauder.

two years later and here you are, his lover of a year and a half, sharing a bed with him. Over the two years you’ve spent with him, you’ve gotten him to open up to you a bit, gaining his trust.

he’s told you about everything regarding his past, and it breaks your damn heart. hearing about how he was treated, pushed around, and tested on, makes you feel sick to your stomach. how could the empire- no, how could *anyone* treat another living being like that?

you remember everything he tells you about, word for word. being forced to cut down on rations, which caused him to develop an eating disorder, constantly being told he’s not good enough or not worthy of being called an enhanced clone, it made him develop some problems and you wish you could fix it so bad. get him feeling better about himself, getting him to treat himself like an actual person. not to mention his enhanced senses, being able to hear, smell, *feel* anything and everything… just thinking about having that makes you cringe in discomfort, but your lover has to deal with it constantly. he gets overwhelmed easily, and you can’t even imagine how much of a nightmare his daily life is. oh yeah. nightmares.

not only does he have to deal with nightmarish things when he’s awake, but he gets nightmares when he’s asleep too. remembering the torture on Kamino, remembering everyone and everything he’s lost, the battles, the wars…. even on breaks the wars and battles followed him, like a stubborn ghost, and yet he still somehow gets up and manages his squad every day. thunderstorms are hard for him. really hard for him. The loud cracking he can never stop hearing reminds him of battle, as well as the storms that plagued Kamino. those nights he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, staying awake and huddling up with you for comfort. sometimes he would even start to sob in your arms. it broke your heart when that happened, being able to feel him tense for the nonexistent battle his brain has convinced himself he’s about to go into. the thoughts alone are enough to bring tears to your eyes, quickly waking Hunter with the smell and snapping you back to the present.

“hm…? Are you crying..?” his voice is deep, as it tends to be right when he wakes up, and although he looks tired, he also looks incredibly concerned for you as he looks up into your teary eyes. “I just- i-… it hurts me that- that you had to suffer so much and still do… i-i care about you… a lot…” you manage to croak out, tears filling your eyes “Oh mesh’la… you’re such a sweetheart.” he pulls you close, letting you bury your head in his shoulder as you sob softly. “I’m working on it, it just takes some time… trust me I wish I didn’t have to deal with these issues too.”

#bad batch hunter x reader #angst #PTSD #bad batch #the bad batch #lovers #fanfic #tw eating issues #thunderstorm

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 11 months

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SK! au

*thunderstorm raging outside the library* kid: *has a fear of thunder/loud noises and is trying to read his book* *THUNDER CRASH* kid: *goes running to Sun crying and holds onto his leg tightly, breathing rapidly*

*Sun strategically avoids looking out the windows as the storm rages on, flinching at the thunder. He struggles to keep himself composed as his nerves are spiked, but he is snapped out of it when a child runs to him in fear.* *He instantly recognizes the child's behavior. Putting his own fears aside, he focuses solely on the child. Sun kneels to their height, smiling patiently.* "Are storms scary for you, too? It's okay. Storms scare me, too. How about you and I visit one of the quiet rooms for now? You can help me feel brave."

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #sk sun #sun the librarian #thunderstorms #tw panic attack #protective sun

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wretchie · 9 months

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#mine #thunderstorm #thunder #lightning #tw flashing #midwestern gothic

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neco117 · 1 month

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#ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters #thunderstorm #more like #icestorm #tw flashing gif #my gifs

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mermaidchan05 · 9 months

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Thunderstorm

Inspired by this amazing headcanon by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia ! The idea of Nadia loving storms just meshed so well with my Apprentice Chimalus who... decidedly does not love storms.

Featured characters: Nadia, my oc Chimalus (they/them pronouns), their familiar Skye the Bluebird.

Slghtly less than 3000 words. TW for thunderstorms and thunderstorm-induced panic attacks. (Also spoilers for/reference to one of Nadia’s paid scenes? Idk if it matters but just in case)

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Nadia set the last bit of paperwork aside. “I believe that’s all for today. I assume we all remember our duties?”

The assembled palace staff all gave a general murmur of assent. There were some excited whispers as well. They were all looking forward to either a relaxing evening or the entertaining activities that some were sure to whip up.

A storm raged outside. Rain pounded against the palace windows. Thunder rumbled through the air. Lightning split the sky. Which meant that it was the perfect time to continue a Prakran tradition. A rainy day meant a day for things to cool off for a bit, both figuratively and literally.

It was more of a Prakran Royal Family tradition. Whenever a storm hit Prakra, Nadia and her family would pause in their endless duties and enjoy one another’s company… as much as one could, at any rate. Nadia had never admitted it aloud—to do so would be far too embarrassing—but out of everything she had left behind in Prakra, she missed these moments the most. It was a blessing to be able to bring a semblance of the tradition back to Vesuvia.

It was almost a shame that rain came much more frequently in Vesuvia than Prakra. None could afford to take a rest day for every single drizzle, of course, but it was a bit frustrating to save these particular rest days for the right type of storm. Luckily, this was quite a storm. The absolute perfect day to settle down, if only for an evening. The perfect chance to enjoy the somewhat cooler temperatures and to appreciate a bit of peace and quiet with friends, family, and loved ones.

Over the past few years, many of her storm nights had been spent with Portia. They would read together, or perhaps introduce one another to some of their favorite childhood games, or Portia would hustle Nadia down to the kitchens for a baking lesson. But this time, Portia had plans with her family, and Nadia had someone else she was eager to share this wonderful tradition with.

Chimalus. The wonderful magician who had not only saved all of Vesuvia from the wrath of the Devil himself, but had utterly captivated Nadia’s heart. Chimalus, who was incredibly brave, endlessly loyal, quick-witted and kindhearted. Not to mention incredibly attractive, with an air about them that was far more noble than any one of those infuriating Courtiers.

It would truly be a blessing to spend some genuine quality time with Chimalus. They could find a cozy spot in the library to sit together and read, or Nadia could show Chimalus some of her favorite spots around the palace, or she could enlist their help in one of the many tinkering projects that she hadn’t quite had time to finish, or the two of them could visit the Contemplation Tower… there were so many possibilities.

There was only one problem with her plans. Nadia couldn’t find Chimalus anywhere.

Losing sight of one another was hardly an uncommon occurrence, sadly. Chimalus had their own duties to attend to, both as Royal Magician and as Nadia’s betrothed. They were often called upon to assist others around the palace, and they paid frequent visits to their old shop in the city. But Chimalus would always let Nadia know when they went to the shop. And when Nadia asked around, no one had seen them.

A spike of alarm shot through Nadia’s chest. Logically, she knew that Chimalus must have been perfectly fine. Her intuition would have told her if something had gone wrong. Or there would have been some other sign. Chandra had been keeping a surprisingly close eye on them lately, she would have found some way to alert Nadia of any crisis…

But no amount of logic could slow Nadia’s frantic pace as she searched the palace for her love.

She didn’t even bother to check the garden, which was one of Chimalus’ usual haunts. No one would be out there in this weather. To her dismay, the library was empty. Chimalus’ favorite sitting room was suspiciously devoid of magicians. Chimalus’ chambers, the very same room that they had used as a mere guest what felt like a lifetime ago, were utterly deserted.

But the room wasn’t quite empty. Chimalus had left all of their things. IF they had planned to go out, they never would have gone without their bag, as it held far too many precious objects: magical supplies, their prized notebook, their tarot deck…

Unless they hadn’t planned on going anywhere.

Nadia was about to rally the guards for a full-scale search of Vesuvia when she heard a little chirp. A chirp that had grown nearly as familiar as Chandra’s hoots.

“Skye?” Nadia breathed.

Even if Chimalus had gotten into some kind of trouble, there was absolutely no chance that they would have been out there without their familiar. Skye, the sweetest and most charming bluebird in the world, would never abandon her human.

Which meant that Chimalus was somewhere close by. Very close.

Skye chirped again. Nadia turned toward the sound.

“Skye?” she called. “Chimalus? Are you…?”

She was cut short by another clap of thunder. It nearly shook the walls. Skye’s chirp was more like a shriek. And there was another sound, so sudden and quiet that Nadia nearly missed it.

A gasp of pure fear.

“Chimalus?”

Nadia carefully stepped around the bed. There, huddled in the corner between the bed and the wall, curled so closely in on themselves that Nadia had mistaken them for a pile of blankets, was Chimalus. Nadia couldn’t even see their lovely, deep blue hair; they had pulled the hood of their cloak so tightly over their head that they were completely obscured. They had even draped the fabric of their cloak over their knees, which were bundled up against their chest. A well-worn book was lying haphazardly on the floor in front of them. Clearly they had been trying to read before… whatever had happened that had caused them to fall into this state.

A thousand thoughts sped through Nadia’s mind, from illness to a horrible magical vision of a terrible future to some sort of attack. What could possibly drive Chimalus, the one who had stared down the Devil with hardly a wince, to be left like this?

Skye chirped again, drawing Nadia further forward. Nadia carefully reached out a hand.

“Chimalus...”

No response. Skye bumped her tiny head against Chimalus’ hood, right where their cheek must have been. Chimalus curled in on themselves further, if that was possible.

Nadia let out a faint sigh. “My love, what’s…?”

Once again a crack of thunder cut her off. Skye chirped wildly again. And Chimalus visibly flinched, nearly throwing the little bluebird off of their shoulder by sheer accident.

And just like that, Nadia understood. Chimalus, clever, loyal, wonderful Chimalus, was terrified of thunder.

Nadia stepped forward, her hand still outstretched. She moved slowly, making sure not to add to her beloved’s fright. She called their name again, softly, gently, showing nothing but love and understanding. At last, Chimalus shifted, uncurling themself just the slightest bit.

“Nadi…” they choked out.

Nadia gave a reassuring smile. “Yes, my darling. I’m here.”

Chimalus let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean for you to—”

Another thunderclap. Another visceral flinch from Chimalus. Skye managed not to shriek this time, instead going back to gently headbutting her human.

Nadia carefully crouched down in front of Chimalus. “You never meant for… me to see you in this state?”

That got Chimalus to look up, to finally meet Nadia’s eye. Admittedly, they were more startled than anything else, but it was a good start. Nadia smiled softly.

“My goodness, Chimalus, something such as this will hardly make me think any less of you,” said Nadia.

Chimalus’ expression slowly shifted to something close to concern. “I… I wasn’t… I didn’t mean it like…” they sighed again, giving up. “I’m sorry. It’s… silly, isn’t it? I know it shouldn’t bother me. It’s just a storm, and we’re all inside, and we’re perfectly safe, and I’m sure there are a thousand emergency plans put in place just in case something—”

They cut themselves off with a sharp gasp and yet another wince as thunder clapped once more. They tugged their hood further over their head, burying their face in their clenched fists.

Nadia held back for just a moment. Before the thunder had frightened Chimalus all over again, the small rant they had begun had sounded almost like a mantra. It was as though they had repeated those exact words to themself countless times. As though they had tried to talk their way out of a fear that they couldn’t explain. As though their inability to rationalize their own fear made it all the more difficult to bear.

It was a sentiment that Nadia understood too well.

“Chimalus…” Nadia’s voice was as soft and gentle as a sigh. “May I hold you?”

Chimalus looked up, taken utterly by surprise. “I… of course. You know you don’t need to ask if you ever want to—”

Once again they were cut off. But this time it was by Nadia wrapping her arms around them and pulling them close. Chimalus let out a little gasp. For the span of three of their own rapid heartbeats, they were completely rigid. Then they let out a shaky breath. And they sank into Nadia’s embrace. They buried their face in her shoulder. Nadia thought that Chimalus may have been trembling slightly, though if that was from fear or hardly suppressed sobs, Nadia would never know. Not that it truly mattered. Nadia was simply glad to give them some kind of comfort.

“Chimalus,” Nadia said gently, “I assure you that you are perfectly safe. And I will never look down on you because of your fears. You are my sunlight, my heart, my past, my present, and my future. My love for you is not so fragile that it will shatter upon learning you are frightened of thunder.”

“Even though it’s a completely irrational fear?” Chimalus mumbled.

“We cannot control our own fears,” Nadia said gently. “Nor do we always have an explanation for them. And it is not only fears… may I share a secret with you? Since we seem to be learning new things about one another this evening.”

“Of course,” said Chimalus. “You can tell me anything.”

Nadia had to resist the urge to laugh. It would have been a fond laugh, naturally. Chimalus suddenly looked so serious that it was rather adorable. A fact that Nadia gladly would have explained, but her instincts assured her that this was not the time to laugh at her beloved, no matter what the reason behind it.

Instead, she began her story.

“When I was younger, I absolutely despised the color green,” she said conspiratorially.

Chimalus blinked up at her. “Green? But what about the emerald you gave me?”

“I did eventually overcome that particular bit of immaturity,” said Nadia, her smile playful. “Back then, however… to this day, I have no idea why I was so vehemently against the color. Prakra is known for its emeralds. One would think I would have a bit of pride for my homeland’s great treasure…”

“You never were one to follow trends,” said Chimalus.

Their voice still shook a bit. But a bit of their usual, teasing tone had returned.

Nadia’s smile grew. “No… I suppose I am not.”

Chimalus managed a smile in return. Then, playfully, they added: “Or maybe… it was because of Nasmira. Green’s kind of her color, isn’t it?”

For a split second, Nadia could only stare at Chimalus. Then she let out a laugh.

It was wonderful how, even in a moment like this, Chimalus always found a way to make her laugh.

“Why yes, of course,” Nadia teased. “Clearly I was unbearably jealous of Nasmira’s hair. Not to mention her fashion choices. That must be the answer. It seems the Mighty Chimalus has solved another mystery.”

Chimalus flushed, laughing awkwardly. “I don’t know about mighty, but—”

Their argument was drowned out by another clap of thunder. Chimalus winced. Nadia gave them a soft squeeze, drawing them back to the present.

“I believe you are mighty,” she said gently. “Chimalus… we have not yet found the key to unlocking your past. It is possible that there is some unknown history behind your fear. Or perhaps there is truly no deeper reason behind it at all. It makes little difference in the end. You are still courageous, caring, and wonderful in every way. And I still love you and wish to bring you whatever comfort I can.”

Chimalus sank back into her embrace. “This is… good. More than good. Thank you, Nadia.”

“You’re very welcome,” said Nadia. She placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. “Remember that you can turn to me whenever you may need me, no matter how small or silly the problem may seem. Just as I know I can always depend on you.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “We are knights in matching armor, after all. Are we not?”

That earned her a small laugh. It was soft, but it was completely genuine.

“Yeah…” said Chimalus. “We are.”

From her new perch on the bed frame, Skye chirped approvingly.

Nadia and Chimalus stayed like that for a long moment. Neither of them were sure how long it was. All they knew was that, whenever another strike of thunder tried to interrupt, Chimalus didn’t flinch quite as badly.

Eventually, Nadia pulled back just enough to shift her grip so that she held Chimalus’ hand. Then she stood, half-dragging Chimalus along with her.

Chimalus stared. “Nadi, what…?”

“Come along, my love,” said Nadia. “It is much more difficult to hear the sounds of the storm from the kitchens. And if you’d like, I’m sure we could whip something up for ourselves.”

Chimalus frowned a bit, confused. “We can whip something up?”

“Why, yes,” said Nadia. “I allowed the majority of the staff the remainder of the evening off. I thought I had mentioned… ah, perhaps you are not comfortable with cooking? I apologize, I should have asked—”

“No, I can cook,” said Chimalus. “I just thought that—”

“Then let us begin,” said Nadia.

She playfully dragged Chimalus out of the room, leaving Skye swooping behind.

Sure enough, it was relatively more quiet down in the kitchens. And though it was empty, there were more than enough supplies to start a good cooking fire, and a few ingredients had been left out in the open.

Nadia clucked her tongue. “I had thought they would show a bit more care after our last storm…”

“Nadi?” Chimalus asked. “What’s wrong?”

Nadia shook her head. “No matter. I’m sure we can make something out of this.”

She swept further into the kitchens. Chimalus trailed behind her, taking a look at what the cooks had left behind. Nadia gathered everything up: a bowl of greens, a small roast that had apparently not been roasted yet… and there, shoved in the back of a nearly empty cupboard, was a small but decent loaf of bread.

“It’s hardly the makings of a feast, but I suppose this will do,” Nadia declared.

Chimalus cleared their throat. “Nadi, do the cooks… always leave things like this behind?”

“Not always, to my knowledge,” said Nadia. “Though they tend to leave this sort of mess behind more often than I would like…”

“Try not to worry about it too much,” said Chimalus with a little laugh. “And you’re right. We can certainly make something out of these. And… I think they may have… forgotten to set out some desserts after lunch.”

Chimalus reached into another cabinet and pulled out two small plates. One held an immaculate tea cake, the exact type that Nadia requested whenever she and Chimalus had the rare opportunity to relax on the veranda. The other held a lovely little fruit tart: one of Chimalus’ favorites.

Nadia smirked. “Well, now. It would be a shame to let those go to waste, wouldn’t it?”

“It certainly would,” said Chimalus.

Skye chirped loudly. Chimalus laughed.

“Don’t worry, Skye, I’m sure we can dig up some sunflower seeds for you.” Chimalus rolled up their sleeves. “So… shall we get cooking?”

Nadia couldn’t help it. Chimalus was so wonderful, and their smile was so adorable, that she laughed.

“Of course.” Nadia rolled up her sleeves as well. “Let us get cooking.’”

With Chimalus assisting, it turned out that they could make a lovely little meal out of the assorted ingredients. All the while, Chimalus was so focused on their task that they hardly flinched at any rumble of thunder. Each sound seemed more and more distant than the last. Though if Chimalus wanted to use the noise as a reason to hold Nadia’s hand a bit more often than usual… well, Nadia didn’t mind in the least.

All in all, she was very glad she was able to invite Chimalus to share in this lovely tradition.

#the arcana #the arcana game #fanfic #my writing #my stuff #nadia x mc #nadia x oc #the arcana nadia #nadia satrinava #apprentice chimalus #arcana fan apprentice #i am sooooo sorry for how long it took to write this #i wanted to write it the moment i talked about it but then Life Happened alkdnbnaldkfs #thunderstorm #tw storms

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