#welcome to haven hill
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Warnings - Suicidal ideation, Abuse mentions, Injury, Child abuse mentions, mental illness.
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The day room was bustling with activity, everyone was energized after lunch and more awake than earlier in the day. The room was vibrant as everyone sat in a circle, a card game laid out in the middle for everyone to see. Although it started as an innocent game of go-fish it had quickly devolved into chaos as Tengen held 12 cards in his hands, the cards quickly piling up as everyone else lost more.
“Go fish” Kyojuro smiled brightly at the ever-frustrated Tengen as he picked up another card, mumbling under his breath about everyone cheating. Obanai was sitting behind you in an armchair while you sat on the floor with everyone else, he was silent, choosing to sit the game out after being seen by the doctor. He had come back with fresh bandages on his face and looked grumpier than usual so none of you questioned when he shook his head when asked to play.
“Alright Mitsuri, do you have any aces?” Sanemi asked the pinkette watching her facial expressions carefully as she looked at her cards, just in case. She shook her head
“go fish” he grunted, nudging Tengen to pass him a card to which the man handed one from his own hand. Sanemi’s brow furrowed as he glared at the man next to him
“Help me out man, just one? I have 13!” The group chuckled at the resigned sigh Sanemi gave before shoving the card amongst the others in his hand.
“Good afternoon everyone! We do have a couple visitors for you all, Y/N, Mitsuri, Tengen, and Kyojuro if you could follow me” One of the nurses who usually sat outside the day room behind the large rounded desk that overlooked the unit held a clipboard as she waved you guys over. Tengen was the first to abandon his cards and jump up. You and mitsuri followed behind. You were led to the same hallway of rooms as yesterday, pointed into your rooms, and left alone.
The room had the same layout as the one from yesterday, the same bland furniture and white walls. The only difference from yesterday was the occupants of the room. Your mom and dad sat across the metal desk, your mom’s teary face already shoved in tissue as you walked in and sat down.
“Hey, you look good kid” your dad started off, patting your mother's thigh. “You look like you’ve been sleeping and eating finally”
“They don’t give me a choice really” You grimaced at the thought of the stale hospital food and the eyes that watched every single bite you took. It was obvious who they kept the closest eye on though, the preset meals and the frequent protein drinks given to Obanai and Giyu simultaneously.
“Well hey, it’s got you eating and that’s better than we could ask for. How are you?” You shrugged, unsure how to answer. You missed home, you missed your bed with a real mattress and not the stiff pad on top of a wooden box. You missed your family and their jokes, the unrequited banter amongst each other.
“I don’t want to be here anymore, can I go home yet?” Your parents looked at each other, mouths parting in a silent conversation before looking back at you.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, not yet, they want you to spend a few more days here, get you a little better before they let you go home, we think it’s good for you, it may help more than we can” Anger was bubbling in your chest, weighing heavily on you as you contemplated your forced containment. You consented, yeah, but you only did that to make others happy, what about you? What about your feelings?
“No one can help me, I’m a lost cause, stuck here instead of at home. So thanks I guess, for sticking me here.”
“We didn’t-“ Your mother started but your father stopped her, the hand on her thigh squeezing for silence.
“It’s already helping, it's been 4 days and we were told you’ve had no panic attacks” You hummed not truly listening to what was being said and planning your escape from this meeting. You were trying not to lash out, feeling the discontent rising and the general anger at being stuck in here.
“Right, because that does something. 4 days of not one panic attack changes the entire course of history. Right. Why am I actually here? They told me I’m going to be outpatient, so why am I here with people who actually have problems?” Both your parents sat back, taking in your words, like they had the magic answer to everything.
“I don’t know, neither of us do. But I think it will be good for you” Your mother smiled, just the upward turn of her lips, not genuine, tense.
“Well if you're not here to take me home then what are you doing here?” the silence was tense, a desert of space between the three of you, like you had drawn a line in the sand and asked them to choose a side, knowing the consequences could be detrimental to your relationships.
“Y/N… We want you to stay and get better, we both think it would be better for you to experience this, and learn to cope with your anxiety and depression. You lack coping skills and it will help” There was that word again ‘cope’ you had heard it so much it began grating on your ears every time you heard it. You were coping, you had been coping since the beginning of the year, since your first panic attack at 10 years old, you had been coping, but sometimes it just wasn’t enough.
“Right. Anything else?” they both looked shocked at the malice in your words, dripping with anger and resentment.
“We just wanted to see you, check on you, and make sure you are doing well?”
“Swell, great seeing you guys, bye” You moved to get up, your mom jumping from her chair before you stood.
“I love you so much sweetheart, I know it's hard now but I don’t know how to help you anymore and I can’t lose you” She had wrapped you in a hug by the time you had stood fully, smothering you in the warmth of her hug, you couldn’t help but melt into the familiarity of it. The love of your mother was unlike anything else, this was the woman who had done everything for you and your sibling, standing tall in the face of so much adversary and hate. She stuck through a marriage, fighting to overcome betrayal while raising 3 children herself. She was a mountain all on her own and you had dug a crater into it, hollowing part of her out with your selfishness, only thinking of your own hurt and not seeing the obvious pain you had caused.
“Yeah, mom. I’ll get better. I’m sorry. I love you” You spoke back, wrapping your own arms around her until she finally let go, blinking away her watery eyes as she moved for your father.
“I love you, take care of yourself, you’ll be home soon” You had seen your father cry more within the past week than your entire life and it scared you, knowing you were the reason why. You didn’t always get along, his emotional absence during your childhood being a soft spot but he had kept you grounded while your mom became overwhelmed, he had talked you off the ledge multiple times and the things you said to him only 5 days ago, blaming him for so much when it wasn’t even his fault, it felt like a punch to the gut seeing the exhaustion on both your parents faces, the red that lined both of their eyes, you had done that and it felt awful to know. You nodded at your father, accepting his hug and letting it last as long as he would let you. As he pulled away you looked at them both, the automatic comfort your dad gave to your mom, the sad look on their faces, you had decided. You were getting better, no matter what.
The walk back to the day room was short but it gave you the freedom to peek into the children's day room. They were so small, too young to be in this room, to suffer untold horrors. Your eyes immediately found who you assumed was Kyojuro’s brother, the same flame-colored hair and overly bright smile for the conditions they were in haunted you. You crossed the front of the nurses station, heading towards your day room when you noticed the door labeled ‘m’ was open. In the middle of the room sat a younger boy, he couldn’t be older than 10 as he sat by himself, playing with giant plastic blocks, talking like he was having a conversation even though no one was around. His long black and blue hair was braided down his back, stopping at his waistline in a mixture of colors.
“I know what they said but I don’t mind, not everyone is nice.” He paused, looking up and staring off to the side, shaking his head before looking back down. “They are very pretty, but staring is impolite” He looked back up, foggy blue eyes locking with yours briefly, a splash of pink coloring his cheeks.
You didn’t stop any longer, knowing you would be chastised for not being in the day room. Everyone was back in the day room, lingering around or working on previous art projects. Obanai had been working on a 3-D puzzle since you had first arrived, the building was almost halfway done, the complexity of the puzzle baffled you and the patience he showed with it amazed you, it was the most you had seen him take interest in something.
“Did you talk to Muichiro?” As you sat at the table Shinobu, Kyojuro, and Kanroji were at Kyojuro looked up. Your head tilted in questioning. “The kid in the room, he’s schizophrenic. He’s a very sweet kid but for safety reasons, they have to keep him separate. Senjuro and him are close and he’s really polite, just kinda quiet.” So that’s who was talking to. You nodded
“He was talking to someone else. But I haven’t seen him since I arrived, I thought that was like a storage closet.”
“ah no, his parents are dead so his grandparents watch over him but they are quite old and are transferring him to residential. Senjuro was telling me they visit him a lot and they love him, they just don’t have the physical capabilities to handle him. It's sad but I think residential will be good for him” Everyone was humming in agreement, although Kanroji was hyper-focused on her art she couldn’t help but chime in.
“He called me pretty and said he liked my pajamas. I think I saw his grandparents arriving earlier. I hope they give him more stuffed animals though, I heard him asking about an alligator stuffed animal yesterday, I don’t see him a lot though.” She didn’t look up from the coloring book in front of her, highlighting the features of the princess she was coloring.
“How is Senjuro by the way, you got to visit with him?” Kyojuro lit up at the question
“He’s doing well! I guess a lot of the kids in their unit are from similar situations so it’s a very supportive environment for him, although he does have problems with one of the kids, I guess has some type of personality disorder, so the nurses have to watch him closely because he rammed his head into the walls last week until he bled, I guess he’s mean.” Kyojuro shrugged, not quite sure what to make of the situation but happy his brother was okay.
“That’s awful” Shinobu stated, leaning back to stretch. “How’d your time with your family go?”
“I feel awful for what I’ve done. I've hurt them so much, I was so mean to my dad a few days ago and I just regret it, I regret doing this.” Kanroji finally looked up
“I’m sure you couldn’t have been that bad” You shook your head.
“I told him it's his fault, I asked him why he suddenly gives a fuck and why he even bothered caring when he never has. But he has, I just never gave him the chance, I pushed him away. I’m the worst daughter” you sighed, feeling emotionally worn out. Everyone at the table gave you looks of sympathy, no one knowing what to say. “I’m gonna take a nap, this has been draining” You gave a half-hearted laugh, trying to break the tension at the table as you stood, retreating to one of the couches and stealing a blanket to curl up under, hoping to sleep away your guilt.
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Pairing: Luke Castellan x Child of Apollo! Reader
Genre: Fluff, tinsy bit of angst || masterlist
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As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm, orange hue across the camp, Luke couldn't help but smile at the beauty of the moment. He marvelled at the way the soft light accentuated the lines of your profile as you continued to sketch, completely absorbed in your creative world.
Every stroke of your pencil seemed deliberate, and Luke found himself captivated by the dance of your fingers across the paper. He admired the way you embraced each mistake, turning it into a stepping stone toward perfection. Your determination resonated with him, creating a silent connection between the two of you amidst the artistic ambiance of the natural museum.
The low hum of activities below you served as a gentle background melody to the symphony of creativity. Luke, despite his initial boredom, found solace in the atmosphere you created. The earthy scent of aged land became a comforting fragrance, blending seamlessly with the soft glow of the setting sun atop the hill you both were perched. Tucked away from your responsibilities for a stolen amount of time.
As the shadows deepened, he couldn't help but be drawn to your presence. The way you navigated the challenges of your sketch with grace and resilience painted a vivid picture of your character. The occasional clicks of your tongue and sighs of frustration only added to the authenticity of the scene.
In those two hours, Luke discovered a new layer to his admiration for you. It wasn't just about your artistic prowess; it was the way you approached life with clarity and purpose. Your goals were like brushstrokes on a canvas, creating a masterpiece of determination and focus. It was a mindset he longed to adopt, a reflection of the strength he saw in you.
Leaning back on the soft meadow, Luke let his gaze linger on you once more, silently appreciating the artistry in both your sketch and the person you were becoming. The hill wasn't just a haven for perfect view and fresh air; it was a sanctuary where he found himself falling deeper for the girl whose heart had become an unspoken part of his own.
As you gathered your art supplies and rose from the ground, the echoes of the conch shell served as a reminder that it was nearing dinner time resonated its way to you. The tiredness from hours of focused sketching settled in, and a yawn escaped your lips as you stretched, feeling the satisfying pull in your muscles.
Luke, standing in front of you, extended his hand with a warm smile. His invitation to dinner was a welcomed interruption to your creative reverie. However, your determination to finish your work lingered, and you pouted in response, expressing your reluctance to leave.
"But I'm not finished yet," you protested, hoping for a bit more time. Luke chuckled, understanding your dedication but also knowing the practicality of the situation. "They're going to look for you if you stay. Come on. We’ll come back here again tomorrow.”
However, the promise of tomorrow fades, for today marks the final sunset you'll share with him before returning to your mother's home. Tomorrow, you bid farewell to the comfort you've known, a hiatus until your return in the summer. How you yearn for your father to extend his presence longer. Yet, with each step, Selene, the goddess of the moon, ascends gracefully, draping the sky with her veil of darkness and adorning it with a myriad of stars.
That night, your tears twinkled alongside them as they poured.
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@f-ssk requested an enemies-to-lovers style story where butting heads leads to passionate love.
@ladycheesington <3
For country and love.
Levi x fem!reader
Royal AU, enemies-to-lovers, fluff, romance, falling in love, flirting, teasing, slight politics, becoming a couple, Emperor Levi, Queen reader.
You are the Queen of a very small island. The island is full of life and food. Levi is the Emperor of a much larger country which is very rich and strong. Levi is advised that absorbing your country with his would benefit his people. Determined to help his country he tries to do what is right, but you stand in his way. At first, you butt heads, but as you get to know each other from meetings you both fall deeply in love.
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Every single letter Levi had sent to the Queen of the Island he desired was first met with nothing, but then was followed by witty and smart replies. It allured him to come to see who this wonderful Queen was and the incredible Island that so many people talked about being a haven.
He released a long sigh as he stood at the front of the ship, his eyes locked onto the Island ahead of him. A heat washed over him as he marvelled at the brilliance that was the Island. The ocean was a brilliant blue, the sand a wonderful white and the green rolling hills were vast. The buildings were a nice mixture of colourful as well as pure white.
When he got closer to the docks he was expecting guards, but he only saw a warm welcome with one smiling lady with two assistants. The woman didn't look anything like a Queen, so he was a little confused. Levi wanted to meet the Queen, not some assistant or random person.
Levi climbed off his ship. "Where is the Queen?"
The woman bowed. "Welcome, Emperor Levi. The Queen is currently unavailable. She sends her apologies. She would like to extend an invitation to a guided tour around her palace, as well as lunch."
"I accept. What is the delay?"
"Our Queen is often in high demand. She is ensuring that everything is in order. She wants to be as welcoming as possible to you, in order to do that she had to do as much work as possible."
Levi felt a bit bad that he had gotten a little annoyed. "I accept."
She smiled and bowed. "Thank you. I will escort you around our Island, as well as show you what our Island is known for."
The day was so wonderful. Everything he saw was beautiful and even the people who lived on the Island seemed elated. The resources produced were all delicious and high quality. Each person who worked for a business to better the country was well looked after.
Eventually, Levi ended up at the beautiful palace with lots of balconies to welcome the wonderful warm sun. "Beautiful."
The assistant smiled. "Nothing too grand. Our Queen doesn't like to use the money of the people for something only she lives in. She downsized. She made this country better. She cares for her people."
"What a good woman."
"Thank you."
Levi flinched at the sound of an alluring voice. He slowly turned to see you riding closer on a horse. "My Queen."
You slipped off your horse and walked closer to the most handsome man you'd ever seen. You smiled sweetly at him as you dragged your gloves off. "Welcome to my country. Apologies for not greeting you at the docks, but my presence was needed elsewhere. I am also deeply sorry for my appearance. Trousers are not fitting for a Queen to wear on a first meeting."
Levi gulped hard as he admired your legs being gripped by your trousers. "You look...beautiful."
You felt your cheeks burn. "Thank you. I must say, dear Emperor, you are ravishing to the eyes. However, I do believe our meeting is not for flirtation but political business. I shall escort you around my home before we have lunch."
Levi followed you around like a puppy. Every word you uttered he listened eagerly. There was this magical hold you had on him and it excited him. The tour soon came to an end and he sadly had to part with you so you could change before lunch.
Levi changed into something that would impress you and waited for you. As soon as the doors opened and you were announced, he stood up and felt his heart flutter when you entered in a beautiful dress that hugged your figure so perfectly.
You smiled softly at him. "Please, sit. You are an Emperor and I'm a mere Queen. You hold a greater power." You took a seat and let lunch be served. "I do hope this does not come across as rude, but how long do you intend to stay here?"
He coughed a little on his drink. "Mm, I was hoping until we make some successful political arrangements."
"Such as?"
He leaned on the table. "Your country is small and cannot fully protect itself or sustain itself for long. I understand that you are trying hard and you have done an exceptional job. I truly commend your efforts. I am offering a way out. I will buy your country and sign a treaty with you. Your country will be absorbed into mine. I can offer you a royal home in a nice spot. You can even remain here."
You downed the last of your drink and hummed. "Are you done?"
Levi frowned a little. "Done?"
You hummed. "Yes, with your comical speech. I must say, you are highly entertaining. How you do not have an Empress yet surprises me. Someone so handsome and funny surely should have countless maidens throwing themselves at your feet."
Levi blushed a little. "I have no maidans throwing themselves at my feet. I was not jesting either."
You leaned your cheek on your hand and smiled. "I should have every right to challenge you to a duel. The thought of war between countries is abhorrent to me."
"The thought never crossed my mind. War is expensive." He leaned closer to you. "My Queen, your beauty and brains are mesmerising."
You dabbed your mouth. "And yet there is a but that follows this sentence."
"Paying for your country."
You rose to your feet. "My country cannot be bought."
He stood up and began following you. "My Queen, due to you running a small country people are far more demanding. It is difficult to run a country, even more so that if it is an Island."
You turned to him. "Are you saying I am failing at running my country, that I require assistance from a man such as you?"
"Your country is so small, it can barely stand against a rival country."
You stormed out of the room. "I do not wish to speak with you further. I will hear no more of selling my country."
"Your stubbornness is astonishing."
You huffed. "How dare you insult me."
"It is true. You deny me a chance to explain myself. Tch, stubborn."
"You are a ruffian, not an Emperor. I will not let my people lose who they are due to your rein."
Levi moved closer and stopped your path. "I will not change the people and their customs. I will be respectful."
You stared at him. "It is taking every ounce of my willpower not to strike you across your handsome face."
"You still see me as handsome?"
"Annoyingly." You turned. "I will retire to my chambers. You should do the same."
For days now Levi had been winding you up about your country for days now, you were fed up. It took everything within you not to strike him across the face. However, you chose to behave for the good of your people.
As you practiced with your sword Levi continued to talk to you, but his talks became more flirtatious. He moved closer to you. "Perhaps a change with the deal?"
You pointed your sword at him. "Cease your talking. I will hear no more of your deals!"
He wrapped his gloved hand around the blade and slowly ran his hand down. "The title of Empress is far more fitting for a ravishing beauty as yourself."
You felt your heart skip a beat. "Have you gone mad? In your letters, you spoke of a small battle to decide this. Once I replied, you spoke of a meeting where it was negotiations. You came to my home and demanded I sell a place I love. Now you suggest I become an Empress? I cannot. My land is not grand enough."
Levi caressed your cheek. "I meant for you to become my Empress."
You smacked Levi on the thigh with the side of your sword. "Do not jest!"
"There is no jest."
You put your sword away. "Marriage between us?"
Levi tilted his head as he took you in. "I cannot imagine anything more glorious."
You whined a little before hurrying away. "You confuse me so."
Levi chased you. "Why do I confuse you? Surely this is simple. A marriage seems the right move for us both."
You turned and glared at him. "I am reserving my hand for a man who loves me. I will not marry for political gain. I desire love. I deserve love."
"I never said the marriage would be political." He pointed at you to stop you from speaking. "Before you speak, I am yet again not jesting."
"You cannot be serious. It is not possible for you to love me."
"Why?" He reached over and took your hand. "Why is the idea inconceivable?"
You lowered your head. "All your words to me have been flirtatious, that is true but your actions have been that of a stiff royal." You dragged your hand from his grip. "Actions speak louder than words and your acts do not proclaim love. Now, cease this silly game. I have much work to do."
Levi felt his heart leap in his chest as you returned to the training ground. He was in awe of you as you worked with your trainer and showed impressive swordsmanship. Levi was madly in love with you, it was impossible to deny his heart and how deeply it longed for you.
The two of you had been inseparable over the two weeks he had been here. His heart had grown fonder with each passing day. Levi longed for your love. He was no longer considering taking your country, but in fact, was willing to give you everything he had. He had a plan in his head, he was going to show you how much you had won his heart.
Over the next few days, he presented you with countless gifts, from flowers to dresses and jewels. Each gift he presented had you flustered and showing signs of equal attraction towards Levi. However, you were refusing to give in to your desires. Every gift he presented to you was getting grander by the day.
You hurried through your palace to your room as the night drew in. Your heart would not stop racing as you thought of Levi. Recently, he had been leaving you love letters and each was making your heart yearn for his touch. There was no denying it, you were deeply in love with your rival country's Emperor.
As soon as you entered your room, you requested the maid to leave. Once you had your own space, you removed your clothes and wore a nightdress and dressing gown. You moved to your balcony and read over Levi's loving words about you. You smiled sweetly at how he had written your name, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
A gentle call of your name made you flinch. You looked down to see Levi below you in tight high-waisted trousers with a white low-cut shirt. "My Emperor, what are you doing out here?"
He smiled up at you. "My Queen, my moonlight. I could not sleep as my mind was filled with you. I had to come see you."
You whined a little. "Could we drop our royal speech? It is tiring and there are no maids or butlers here."
Levi bowed. "Of course. I will talk to you like commoner would. Can I come up?"
"It might be a difficult climb."
"Tch, I'm strong."
You frowned when he disappeared. "Levi?"
He appeared right in front of you making you squeak. "My name sounds good on your lips. However, your lips would be even better on mine."
"You're unstoppable sometimes." You pulled back and sat on the balcony allowing Levi to climb fully up. "I can't stop reading your letter."
"I can't stop reading your replies. Your words are so beautiful."
You looked up at him. "Have you really given up trying to buy my country?"
"I couldn't give a shit about owning your country anymore. All I want is you and your love. I will give you my country and all my riches just to have you."
You blushed hard. "Levi, that's a lot to give."
He dropped to his knees. "You don't understand." He softly said your name as he took your hands. "I love you. I love you more than anything. I don't want to lose you or leave you. I want to be with you."
You hummed a laugh. "You don't need to give me anything, okay? I don't want money for your land."
"Are you sure?" He frowned. "Maybe a new dress or a ring."
You laughed. "Levi, stop. I don't need anything. I told you weeks ago that all I ever want is love. You are giving me more than anything I have ever seen before. It's so beautiful." You pulled him to stand up. "No more kneeling for me."
He pouted. "I enjoy it though."
You rose to your feet and caressed his cheek. "To think that two months ago we were exchanging negative letters and I threatened to slap you. Now, you are wiling to give up everything for me and my whole heart and body yearns for you."
Levi's eyes lit up. "You love me?"
"It's impossible to deny. Now, please kiss me before I break apart in your arms."
Levi yanked you against his body and kissed you with ferocious passion. As your lips became plump they soon parted causing tongues to meet. The heat that burned between the two of you was intoxicating and mesmerising. The world and its troubles faded into nothing and all that remained were two halves becoming one. It was as if one soul had been split for so long and was now finally one. It was impossible to deny, Levi and you were meant to be together.
You parted from Levi's sweet lips. "Lay with me."
Levi smiled softly. "I will show you body-shaking pleasure all night long."
He was true to his word. All night Levi caressed and loved your body. He knelt again before you to devour everything you gave him. When your bodies became one it was impossible to stop. The hunger you both had for each other was unstoppable. Every inch of your body was explored and loved by Levi. The two of you only stopped when you could take no more and exhaustion consumed you.
When the morning came a pain filled your heart. Dark whispers in your head said it was just a night of passion and he would be gone, that he had used you and it was a game. You were scared to open your eyes but a delicate caressing of your body and delicate kisses soothed you.
Levi smiled softly at you as you gazed at him. "What shall we do today, my darling? Shall we go shopping? Take a stroll? Read together? Ride a horse? Take a boat?" He kissed your neck. "Hold each other all day? Or are you in the mood for more loving?"
You gazed at him. "You are still here."
He pulled back from your neck. "Of course. Were you expecting me to run off?
You welled up. "I thought you would leave me, that maybe you were using me."
He wiped your tears away. "My darling, you are my everything. You are my country and the greatest treasure out of all my riches. I am never leaving you. You might have to throw me in a cell to get me away from you." He traced patterns on your stomach. "Actually, that won't work. I will just break out and claim you again."
You felt your heart race. "You really do love me."
"A crazy amount. Do you still love me?"
You giggled. "Very much."
Levi smiled. "That makes me happy." He dragged you into his arms and held you tightly. "I want to hold you like this for eternity."
"That would be perfect."
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Once, in a realm where ancient magic wove through the fabric of reality, there was a scholarly man named Edmund, whose thirst for change led him to the door of Alden, a renowned alchemist. Alden's shop, nestled in the heart of a medieval city, was a haven for those seeking the mystical and the extraordinary. Among his many concoctions, one stood out – a potion of growth, rumored to bestow upon its drinker a size and strength beyond imagination.
Edmund, a man more accustomed to the world of books and scrolls, yearned for a physical transformation that would match his intellectual prowess. With a mixture of hope and apprehension, he purchased the potion and drank it outside Alden's shop, on the bustling cobblestone streets of the city. The potion, a shimmering liquid, coursed through him, and soon, he felt the first stirrings of change.
As the potion took effect, Edmund's body began to grow. At first, it was a welcome change – his stature became taller, his muscles more defined. Passersby gazed in awe as the once unassuming scholar transformed before their eyes.
But the growth did not cease. Edmund's muscles swelled to an incredible size, his height towering over the surrounding buildings. His clothes, unable to contain his expanding form, tore into tatters.
Stricken with terror, Edmund realized that the transformation was uncontrollable. He grew so large that he dwarfed the city itself, his colossal figure casting a shadow over the streets he once walked as a mere mortal. In a desperate bid to escape the confines of the city and the horrified stares of its inhabitants, Edmund fled.
He retreated into the countryside, growing larger with every step. His massive form loomed over the rolling hills and serene landscapes, a giant moving amidst the tranquility of nature. Yet, as he receded into the horizon, a sense of desolation enveloped him. He had sought change, but not like this.
Back in the city, Alden's shop became the center of a frenzied clamor. News of Edmund's transformation spread, and people from all walks of life gathered, eager to obtain the potion that had wrought such a miraculous change. The alchemist's shop, once a quiet haven, was now besieged by those who wished to follow in Edmund's colossal footsteps.
Thus, the tale of Edmund and Alden became a legend whispered in the streets of the medieval city – a cautionary tale of desire, transformation, and the unforeseen consequences of meddling with forces beyond human understanding. Edmund, the scholarly giant, remained a figure of myth and wonder, a reminder of the fragile balance between ambition and the natural order of the world.
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summer love || Eddie Munson
a/n: i am thinking about writing a few blurbs for this story like when Eddie realized he liked her and also maybe some memories from when they were young like when they first met. so let me know if you want those or if you have any other ideas.
summary : y/n hasnt returned to Hawkins since she was fourteen and on her first day back she bumps into her old childhood bestfriend who she hasnt spoken to or seen in years. They are having an amazing time until he asks one question. why didnt she return? warnings : fluff and some angst
Summer was your favorite time of year, cherishing the warm weather, the much needed break from school and being able to hangout with your friends whenever. But this summer was different. You had to visit your mom in Hawkins, Indiana and spend your summer there. The journey to Hawkins, Indiana, felt like a step into the past. The memories of those childhood visits were hazy, a blend of long-forgotten adventures and fleeting moments with your mom.
The small town welcomed you with friendly faces. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling of being almost a complete stranger here. The memories were distant, and much had changed since your last visit at the age of fourteen.
The first day was as fun as it could be in the small town where you arrived at forest hills trailer park. Your mom greeted you warmly, but quickly headed off to work, So you opted to explore your surroundings. You set out to revisit the old places that had once been your havens of adventure and wonder. The book store.
The bell tinkled gently as you entered the bookshop. The scent of aged paper and ink filled the air creating an inviting atmosphere that seemed to embrace every visitor. You made your way past rows of neatly arranged shelves. You began to read the titles of the romance novels running your fingers along the spines, drawn to the promise of captivating love stories.
A shiver ran down your spine as you continued to scan the titles in the romance section. The feeling of being watched hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't shake the sensation that someone's eyes were fixed on you. Your heart quickened its pace, and you discreetly glanced around, trying to identify the source of your unease.
When your eyes met another.Your eyes locked across the bookshop, his gaze intense. He stood amidst the fantasy section.A strange sense of familiarity washed over you, a feeling that you had encountered before, though you couldn't place when or where. His face held a familiarity that teased at the edges of my memory, like a half-remembered dream.
You broke eye contact and drew your attention back onto the book in your hands. Walking over to the cashier paying and walking straight out. As you were walking out you heard your name being called, turning around you saw him again. The guy in the bookstore.
“y/n” he said but it sounded more like a question almost as if he was unsure. “Yeah” I replied back, sounding just as unsure as he did. “Woah uh you look different… you look good not that you didn't look good before but i just haven't seen you in like so many years i wasn't sure if it was actually you but you are and wow” the boy rambled on rather fast, not even stopping for air.
His features slowly came into focus, and a rush of memories flooded back.
‘’ Eddie?’’ you screamed as you launched yourself into his arms and he hugged you back tightly.“You look so different, how have you been?” “Well you know, I could be better still stuck here, redoing senior year for the third time but other than that im just peachy’’ he said with a genuine laugh you smiled back at him. “Well third times the charm” you laugh. At that moment, you felt as happy as ever, grateful for this unexpected reunion.
It was a joyous moment, filled with laughter, as we strolled back to the trailer park, eagerly sharing stories and catching up on the last few years. you noticed a hint of disappointment flicker across his face every time you brought up a funny memory from your childhood. you did your best to brush it off, sensing there might be something more beneath the surface.
We sat down on my front porch and you looked over at him before he spoke. “Can i ask you a question y/n” you nodded your head.
“Why didn't you come back ? you told me you were coming back and that you would be here for the summer again, you came to hawkins every summer and then one day you just didn't show up. I waited for you at the bus stop and I wrote to you… but I never got a reply.”
The question you had been dreading finally surfaced. you looked up at him with a sad smile and let out a shaky sigh. " I didn't want to be your friend anymore. I only came here every summer to visit you, my mom didn't care if i was here or not though she most likely would of enjoyed it more if i had just stayed at my dads. We had been friends since we were six years old and i started to feel different okay?’’
1980 flashback
Today was Eddie's fourteenth birthday. You spent all morning making him the perfect chocolate cake that you knew he was going to absolutely devour in five minutes. You had spent all weekend trying to find the perfect gift for him and settled on the Lord of the Rings books which he had been talking about wanting forever. You put on your nicest sundress, curled your hair slightly and even did some basic makeup. You weren't sure what these new feelings were. Why did you all of a sudden feel the need to look your best infront of him? You shoved those feelings down and headed over to his trailer. Gift bag in one hand and cake in the other.
“Eddie” you screamed excitedly as the boy rushed out of the trailer to help you inside.
You placed the cake on the table and put his gift bag in front of him.you started singing happy birthday to him and he flushed red hugging you tightly.He was already eyeing the cake and bouncing with excitement. “You can open your gift first or we can eat cake first it's up to you birthday boy” you said to him
‘’ I can multitask, how about we do both” he replied, overjoyed, grabbing plates and digging into the cake. Then grabbing his gift bag and opening it.you watched as he looked at the books with nothing but happiness.
He jumped up from his chair and gave you a bone crushing hug lifting you from your chair.
“Eddie, I need air please’’ you said , hardly breathing at this point.
“Oh yeah sorry” he replied, letting you go and staring at you for a moment before thanking you a million times and placing kisses all over your face.you giggled uncontrollably and started pushing him away. You stared at him for a moment. Both of you are out of breath from laughing and smiles on your faces.
Were you in love with your best friend?
“ I'm really sorry eds” you said to him as he stared at you and hurt was all over his face.
“ i think- i think maybe i liked you” you told him truthfully he laughed softly The sadness that had clouded his face suddenly lifted, replaced by a glimmer of relief and understanding ‘’ i liked you too y/n” “ no eds not in a best friend kind of way… more than that’’ you said shyly
‘’ i know’’ he said looking at me happily
“ what- what do you mean you know? I never told you and I tried really hard not to show it too. Do you know how hard it was not to tell you ! i didn't want to ruin our friendship because i thought it would never work cause we only saw each other once a year for a couple days and there was no way you felt the same” you rambled quickly not stopping for air once before he put his hands onto your face and smiled at you. you looked at him for a second before quickly looking at his lips. His lips crashed into yours and you smiled into the kiss. You felt like you were fourteen again giggling like a school girl with her first crush.
In that very moment, you were overjoyed and you realized that the 14-year-old version of yourself had envisioned this scenario a million times, at the very least.It was a revelation you never saw coming. All those summers of concealing your feelings for the boy you had grown to care for more deeply than you had ever imagined possible were over. You didn't need to hide those emotions any longer, because it turned out he felt the same way.
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WELCOME TO CAMP HALF-BLOOD
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Nestled between rolling hills and serene lakes, Swansdale captivates with its historic charm and vibrant community spirit. This picturesque haven, born from an empty plot of potential, weaves dreams into its cobblestone streets. The town, named after graceful swans that glide across its waters, reflects a unique blend of natural beauty and shared aspirations. Residents, drawn by the allure of new beginnings, create a tapestry of connections, celebrating unity during festivals and discovering hidden gems. In Swansdale, every cobblestone tells a story of the enchanting community that thrives in this tranquil and welcoming haven.
Swansdale is a Sims 2 Build-a-City-Challenge using ChatGPT to write the story. New technologies fascinate me and I want to explore what AI can offer in terms of storytelling and generating new ideas. For the last year I’ve been reading up on creativity, how we define it, how you can nurture it and whether it is something you can learn. AI challenges the concept of creativity and gives a new perspective on questions of what makes us human. In telling the story of Swansdale I hope to explore the strengths and weaknesses of using AI, discover how I can make the most of ChatGPT and come to an understanding of where it falls short and what is left of human creativity when AI takes over.
The basic story of Swansdale has been written by me. I’ve created a background story for 8 founders, including their names, aspirations and reasons for moving to Swansdale. I’ve fed this story into ChatGPT as a starting point. In my posts, everything that is in italics is coming straight from ChatGPT, regular text is written by me.
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sunspot, meteor x reader
tags: just vibes , takes place after Endwalker
Your breath fogs in the predawn air. The rolling hills of Yanxia stretch out all around you, dew wet on the grass. There’s something otherworldly about that time which floats between night and morning, before the sun has yet to peer above the jutting peaks and windswept plains.
A grouping of grey clouds adumbrated the paling skies, covers the pinks and yellows and oranges that the sun shepherds from the horizon each morning.
“You should be asleep,” Meteor murmurs into the crook of your neck. His bare hands come to rest on your hips, thumbs slipping underneath the hem of your grey pajama shirt. You lean back, savoring the slight give of his muscle, the heat of him through his loose jinbei.
“I wanted to see the sunrise on our first morning here,” you murmur. The caliginous conditions which have welcomed you are hardly a fitting welcome for the so-called heroes of the star, but you have no one to take that up with.
“There’s always tomorrow,” Meteor hums, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.
“I know, but it doesn’t feel as special.” you huff. It’s childish, but you feel like you have the right to be after saving the goddamn Star from certain doom. The weather itself should bend to your whims out of sheer gratefulness, you think. As if detecting your indignance, the winds suddenly pick up, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrap your arms around yourself, turning to huddle up against your ever fastidious friend.
“Friend” is a peculiar word for what exists between you. That spark of intimacy, of raw want, has been there since the days of Ala Mhigo’s liberation. There’s hardly ever been a time to sit down and figure out a label. Not when the entire realm is constantly in need of heroes. It’s been a strange cycle.
Fate would place you both in the same place. You would again feel the bond between you swell. But, before you could sit down and decide on a label, some realm-shattering event would occur. Sending two powerhouses to the same location would be a waste, thus you would trudge to opposite sides of the globe to solve the problems of strangers.
By the time you finished saving who needed to be saved or killing who needed to be killed, you would both be too exhausted to stew on it. You’d fall into bed together. Not necessarily for pleasures of the flesh, but for the sake of melding together, of closing the space between your bodies for the first time in perhaps months. For the sake of listening to the aether thrum between you both, bright and warm as a patch of sunlight.
“It doesn’t have to be special,” Meteor says, “I’m just happy to spend time with you, again. Just the two of us.”
“Ugh,” you scoff playfully. “Don’t start getting all sweet on me.”
“Come inside,” Meteor says, not indulging you with a response. You can get away with being a little bratty when he’s mired in half-sleep. He’s too sleepy, too rustled by the high winds to do anything other than cling onto your back. His broad hands come to rest on your hips. He squeezes what he finds there, and you feel safe, cradled between his palms and the welcoming warmth of his body. “We can watch the sunrise tomorrow. I’ll even stay up with you.”
He makes to separate from you, to reel backwards into the safe haven of your cabin. You hastily follow, grabbing his hand and sticking close to his side, unwilling to forgo even a moment spent soaking up his warmth.
They call him Meteor, but to you, he is your spot of sun.
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Greetings. I got Funnybunny and Buttonblossom. So this is a direct sequel to my last story. If you know anything about shipping, you can probably see the direction these tidbits are taking. But hopefully it’s a welcome direction! Anyway, enjoy, it was a while in the works I know… sorry!
Friends Who Kiss: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Doll
Pomni never thought she’d get stir-crazy in her bedroom. Her one safe haven in this rainbow-colored madness was starting to bore her. She supposed it was inevitable, people tended to get bored of doing nothing, even if doing nothing was what they wanted with all their heart. Jax, Kinger and Zooble got carted off to enjoy their “reward” of a day at the amusement park after that day’s adventure, so she couldn’t go talk to her boyf-
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Her friend that she kissed. So, instead of letting time slow to a crawl as she laid in bed, probably getting her depressed in the process, she decided to get up and go for a walk.
The circus grounds were pretty, but in the same way that N64 or PS1 games were pretty. Vibrant, phony green grass, hills that were smooth enough up close but jagged and blurred at a distance, a lake of royal blue water that flickered on the surface if you stood too far away. It at least felt real enough, the sunlight was warm and she could hear birds… although she didn’t see any birds. Probably just a looping .wav file.
Sun: HIYA POMNI!
Pomni: GH- Oh. Uh. Hey… *waves awkwardly at the Sun*
Sun: Don’t look at me too long! I cause irreparable solar retinopathy!
Pomni: …Uh huh. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.
Sun: Okaaay~!
Pomni went down to the Digital Lake. Caine had dunked her in the water on her first day here, and her sensory overload from that experience basically blocked out what the water felt like. She sat at the edge of the deep blue simulated water, listening to the sound (or was it sound file?) of the waves lapping against the shore. Pomni stopped to remove her shoes, found that she couldn’t, and simply waded into the water. The water felt… nice. Cool, a little too chilly to jump right into. She would have cringed at the thought of her socks getting wet, but she couldn’t tell if the yellow things on the ankles of her shoes were socks or not. So whatever.
She thought about going out into the water. Her outfit was anything but swimwear, but it didn’t stop her from sleeping in it, so what did she care if it got wet? This world was like a cartoon, she’d probably dry off in like five seconds… still, it would have been nicer to go swimming with a friend. She sat on the beach.
Pomni: Hm… I wonder if he likes swimming?
Pomni heard footfalls behind her and flicked her head around. Ragatha was making her way towards the beach, but she paused mid-step upon seeing Pomni turn to look at her.
Ragatha: Sorry, can I join you? Or did you want to be alone?
Pomni: Uh… n-no, I don’t mind. I- just… I’ve never seen this part of the circus up close.
Ragatha smiled and moved to sit down beside Pomni, smoothing out her dress as she sat cross-legged on the sand beside her.
Ragatha: It’s kinda peaceful when things aren’t insane, right? I like coming down here too. It’s like a safe area in a video game… Did you ever play Legend of Zelda?
Pomni: Uh… I might’ve. It’s hard to remember a lot about the outside.
Ragatha: Yeah. Some things I forget, but there are some memories I can’t even if I tried. I remember when I was a little girl and I saw Ocarina of Time for the first time… it was like magic. The lake here reminds me of Lake Hylia.
Pomni: Uh huh… I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for saving me from that snake.
Ragatha: Oh, Pomni, I was just looking out for you! No worries!
Pomni: N-No. I abandoned you when you needed help on my first day here. I can’t believe I was so selfish…
Ragatha: Pomni. It was your first day. I know you were desperate and scared, because all of us were on our first days. I forgive you. *smiles warmly*
Pomni: …..Okay. *her cheeks redden* I uh… had another question. And it’s a little more, uh… personal?
Ragatha: Alright?
Pomni: …Do you… Do you like girls?
Ragatha: …Romantically?
Pomni: Uh… yes?
Ragatha: Honestly? I’m not sure. It’s been forever since I’ve thought about stuff like that. Why, do you?
Pomni: *blushes again* I like… both. Men and women.
Ragatha: I’m glad you have so many options! Well I guess… had so many options. Again though, why? *gives a curious smile*
Pomni: Uh nothing… I mean, no reason. Just curiosity I guess.
Ragatha: Can I ask you a personal question?
Pomni: *gulp* Sure?
Ragatha: What’s going on with you and Jax?
Pomni: What? Nothing! Uh… n-nothing? Nothing.
Ragatha: *Ragatha rests her chin on her closed fist, smiling* Jax never apologized for anything before you came along. I won’t tell anybody if you guys are fooling around, I promise.
Pomni: We’re not in a relationship or anything…
Ragatha: So a situationship?
Pomni: No-? What- What is that?
Ragatha: I dunno. I heard Zooble say it once and I thought it sounded neat. Plus it seems like the only thing Jax would get into…
Pomni: Well we’re not…
Ragatha: Alright. …So, maybe sometime, you want to go to the amusement park together?
Pomni: WHAT-
Ragatha giggled with a hand over her mouth, then gently shushed Pomni.
Ragatha: Hey, hey, no need to shout! Just a question.
Pomni: Wh-Wh- uh… why…?
Ragatha: Because you’re my friend and I like you?
Pomni: I mean… I-You… I-We-The…
Ragatha: Heyyy, easy, New Stuff. You need to breathe with me again?
Pomni: N-No-I just… I really wasn’t expecting that… I mean… *sighs* Yeah, I’d like to, but Jax would ge-
Pomni gasped sharply and clapped her hands over her mouth. Ragatha raised her eyebrows a bit before her usual pleasant smile turned into a smirk.
Ragatha: I thought sooo.~ You really shouldn’t lie, Pomni. I know you’re shy about things like that, but I mean it when I say I’ll keep your secrets. We have to trust each other.
Pomni: WE’RE- IT’S- NO, You-You-You- got it all wrong! We’re not in a relationship, honest! We’re just friends that kiss sometimes..? *she palms herself in the face for admitting too much yet again*
Ragatha: Ooo la la! You guys have kissed, huh?
Pomni: S#!%!
Ragatha: It’s ok-ay Pomni, I promise I won’t tell. I’m happy for you, really.
Pomni: Y-You’re… happy?
Ragatha: Yeah! I’m always worried when someone new shows up. What if they… you know, abstract? Especially if I really like them. But you’ve got a reason to keep on going now, you know? And oh my god, it must be amazing for Jax. I know he’s unhappy like the rest of us, it’s why he pulls all those… “jokes.” At least I imagine that’s why he does. Having a little joy in his life must be so rejuvenating. It’s hard to come by these days… Joy. You know?
Pomni: …You promise you won’t tell anyone..?
Ragatha: Needle in my eye. *she taps her button and smiles*
Pomni: Okay. …Well. Thanks. Uh, wait… were you serious about the whole going to the amusement park thing?
Ragatha: If you want to, sure! I’ve been on all the rides like a dozen times.
Pomni: Wait, as… friends? Right?
Ragatha: As friends. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of what you and Jax have.
Pomni: We’re just friends! That kiss!
Ragatha: Right, well, I don’t want to get in the way of your “friends-that-kiss-ship.” But I hope you’ll be my friend. That doesn’t kiss.
Pomni: It’s not like I would mind kissing you, but-
Ragatha: What?
The silence that followed dropped like a lead weight. Pomni felt her core freeze solid from adrenaline. She got to her feet robotically and turned back to the tent.
Pomni: Gottagosorry.
Pomni dashed across the field to the tent and ducked into the tent, panting with her hands on her knees.
Pomni: “I wouldn’t mind kissing you-“ UGH I’m such a dum@$$! Stupid, stupid, stupid! *she thumps her fist on her forehead*
The jester sat down on one of the many oversized cubes scattered around the tent and groaned. What was she thinking? Why couldn’t she just be attracted to one person?! It wasn’t that hard! Anyone that showed her a little bit of kindness earned her affection now? Well… no. Jax had been nothing but a troll to her, and she still ended up finding him attractive… Despite his irritating tendencies, the rabbit was one of her only sources of real joy in this place, she couldn’t mess things up with him… That was selfish. Jax’s feelings mattered just as much as hers. It would be beyond selfish to leave him because someone else caught her eye. Selfish and dangerous. What if he was heartbroken, and that heartbreak led to hopelessness, and the hopelessness inevitably led to…
Pomni: F#$%... F#$%!
Pomni covered her mouth with both hands and screamed as loud as she could. She had no fingernails to bite or loose hairs to pick out, so she had to relieve her anxiety somehow. She panted, covered up and screamed again. It wasn’t enough, not even close, but it was something. Like scratching a bug bite, it felt good in the moment but it would only itch again. She knew there was only one real way to cool down the white hot ball of anxiety in her belly, and it was going to suck. She wanted to projectile vomit.
The only real thing to do was rehearse. She got up and began to pace around the tent. Pacing helped her think. Helped with a lot of things, really… It didn’t cure anxiety but it helped temper it somewhat. What was she going to say..?
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Jax, Zooble and Kinger arrived back at the tent around the late afternoon.
Jax: Well that was a waste of time.
Zooble: No s#!%. I think I rode the ferris wheel seven times in a row. ‘Least that way I won’t be nauseous for dinner.
Jax: Time flies when you’re having fun. *gives a huge, fake smile before immediately scowling again*
Zooble: Ugh. Whatever.
Kinger: Hey! W-Who’s that?!
Kinger pointed into the tent. Pomni was in the main room, pacing in a tight square.
Zooble: Oh for… That’s Pomni, Kinger. Are you gonna forget every time she leaves your line of sight like a toddler? Seriously-
Kinger: She’s coming right for us!
Zooble: What?
Pomni was indeed making a mad dash for them. Kinger braced for impact and Zooble took a few steps backwards before Pomni collided with Jax, throwing her arms around him in a hug.
Jax: OOF! Hey what-?!
Pomni only squeezed him tighter, burying her face in his overalls. Jax felt his cheeks warm up despite himself.
Zooble: …Ew.
Jax: Uh… *in a nervous, sing-song whisper* What are you doiiing~...?
Pomni didn’t reply with words, instead grabbing Jax by the wrist and tugging him off to their bedrooms. Zooble and Kinger watched the two of them leave, then swapped confused looks.
Zooble: That was… interesting.
Kinger: Something is amiss. No one has ever hugged Jax before.
Zooble: I’m amazed you remember that and not who Pomni is…
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Pomni dragged Jax into her room before slamming the door shut hard enough to rattle a few smaller toys scattered about.
Jax: …Oh, hi Pomni. Yeah, I’m really tired and hungry, thank you for asking. Why, that’s right, I do have a few questions-
Pomni: I can’t calm down. I need to get this all out. Listen for a second…
Jax: …Okay.
Pomni: I don’t want to lose you. I know you said we’re just friends that kiss but you’re really f@#$ing important to me. So just know that you didn’t do anything wrong. But- I have a crush on Ragatha. We didn’t do anything together, but I can’t stop thinking about her and I don’t know why! You-You-You make me really happy and you make me feel like I can survive here and that hasn’t changed but I just feel the… the same thing when I look at her the same way I do when I look at you, and… and… I just feel horrible! I don’t want to replace you because you… you… I… Without you I would have gone crazy by now, and you’re an insufferable clod but you’re so charming and funny and-and-and handsome even if you’re just a cartoon like me, and… oh God I wish I knew how to stop what I’m feeling but I can’t, and I felt like exploding all afternoon because I thought of you hearing all this and then abstracting, and it would have been my fault because I just couldn’t keep my stupid hormones in check and then I wouldn’t have you anymore and I would basically be a murderer and I’d cry myself to sleep every night and-and it… and… and-and-and-and…
Pomni stammered for a while longer before panting heavily, staring down at the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Jax.
Pomni: I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I-I-I-I… I’m sorry…
Jax: …You think I’m handsome, huh?
Pomni: WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *claps her hands to the sides of her head and falls to her knees*
Jax: Jeez, okay! Not the answer you were looking for, got it! Just trying to lighten the mood..!
Pomni: And I so appreciate it! I mean that! But I feel like the world’s gonna end right now! And I’d appreciate a real reaction pleeeease! *yanks on the bells of her coxcomb hat*
Jax: If this is about yesterday, I told you I forgive you. I thought you were cheating, but you weren’t.
Pomni: B-But isn’t this cheating? Liking someone else?
Jax: No? I told you, you can be “friends that kiss” with Ragatha too, if you tell me first. If that’s what you want, go ahead and go. Honestly, I’m not surprised. You said she was pretty.
Pomni: She is pretty.
Jax: If you like kissing Raggedy Ann. *short chuckle* Look, Pompom. We’re already in technohell. Whatever keeps you from abstracting is okay with me. As long as I get my time with you.
Pomni: Don’t call me Pompom. But… of course… I’m not replacing you. I just… I like Ragatha too.
Jax: Gay.
Pomni: Shut up. I… I guess I was worried you’d be really upset.
Jax: Nah. I think you were more upset than me, honestly. I get it, it’s kinda weird to just have a bunch of people you kiss. But honestly? Who cares? …I gotta wonder though, what made you want to ask? Was it the snake?
Pomni: Sort of the snake. But… she asked me to go to the amusement park with her today.
Jax: And you said you would? Spoilers, it sucks.
Pomni: *small laugh* It’s not like we have other options.
Jax: There’s the lake.
Pomni: …I think I want to take you to the lake.
Jax: You- Oh. ….Eheh. *he blushes* Yeah. I think that’d be fun.
Pomni: Fun? In this place? That’ll be the day!
The two of them laughed together, before Pomni gave him a hug. He hugged her back.
Pomni: …We’re just going to the amusement park. It’s not like we’re going to make out or anything yet.
Jax: Pompom. I’m not jealous.
Pomni: I know, but you said this was your first relationship, and… and I didn’t want to ruin it. And I don’t want you to abstract…
Jax: I’m not gonna. I’ve got you.
Pomni: Yeah. You do have me… until this whole place comes crashing down. I lov-
Jax’s ears shot up, and Pomni froze, looking up at him with wide, roulette eyes.
Jax: …Yeah. Same. *he winks* But we both know that already, so don’t say it, okay?
Pomni: Okay… do… you want to stay here tonight?
Jax: I’d really like that, yeah.
The two “friends that kissed” hugged each other for a long while longer, until Jax broke the silence.
Jax: Uh… why are your shoes so wet..?
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Tw: Addiction, SH Mention, Death, Drugs, Not good stuff, hurt, grief
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The day room became lively with activity by noon, prompting them to reschedule group therapy to the evening due to the announcement of a special guest, even though no one knew who or what would be presented to the group. The thought of change to the routine everyone had developed was exciting to the group, and the chatter didn’t stop as everyone sat where group therapy normally was, waiting for the guests’ arrival.
“So are we all hoping it’s a clown or someone with proper food because this hospital food is ruining my gains.” Tengen looked sullenly at his biceps, flexing and relaxing like suddenly all his progress had wasted away in the 5 days everyone was in the unit.
“The change would be nice. “I would like time outside, even prisoners get to go outside,” Sanemi said while reclining in his chair, leaning so far back that the front legs of the chair were almost lifted off the ground.
“Everyone, if we could please welcome Sanya, she will be speaking with you all about drugs and drug abuse. This talk will be graphic, it will be raw and if it becomes too much, feel free to leave the room. I will be right outside the day room sitting on the other side of the glass for you guys. Please listen closely” Dr. Gotouge led a taller woman into the room. She was lean, her age showing in the sagging of her facial features, the permanent frown etched into her skin that surely used to smile. The doctor left with a smile, shutting the door behind her as Sanya sat herself in the chair the doctor usually sat in, setting down her large purse that looked full of books. The atmosphere was tense with uncertainty, Tengen was already shuffling in his seat, uncomfortable with the thought of drugs and a lecture while he was still dealing with withdrawal, the medications had made it easier, but it wasn’t perfect and his skin still itched with urge. Sanya sat quietly, observing everyone around her with a content smile.
“Good afternoon everyone, I’m Sanya. I’ve been here at Haven hill visiting and providing information, doing therapy and I am a part time nursing assistant in the adult rehab ward. I’ve dealt with many situations in my time as a nurse. When I was younger, I was a full-time nurse, but I wanted to cut back and take time for me and my family ten years ago this year.” She sat pin straight, stopping as everyone mumbled greetings. “I’m here to share my story of the effects of drugs and drug use. 32 years ago, November 16th, I gave birth to my only child, my son Trevor. He was a very smart boy who loved me and his father, he grew up in a normal home I think, his father and him often fished together, occasionally I would join but really to just sun bathe or work on reports while they sat on the waters edge.” She took in a breath. “Trevor went to community college when he graduated high school. He got an associate’s degree in forensic science and transferred to a four-year college to get his bachelor’s in forensic science as well. He moved to campus after his associates, leaving our home at 20 years old to pursue what he had wanted for a long time, he always had an interest in the macabre you see, he was his fathers son and didn’t shy away from the stories my husband told about his time as a crime scene investigator. That side of things always interested him. He wanted to know how things worked. He was a genius with science that I felt he would make a brilliant doctor, but that wasn’t what he wanted.” Tengen was growing increasingly anxious, visibly fidgeting as the story continued. “During his time in college he found substances. He had started going to parties often, falling in with the wrong people and learning the wrong things. He kept his grades up and he was doing well, we thought. But by the time he was 22, things changed. He came home for thanksgiving break, visiting us with a girlfriend in tow. She was a sweet thing, very caring and patient with him. She was helping me clean up after dinner and we were getting to know each other. I asked how she met Trevor and she went on a whole story of finding him at a party knocked out in the bathroom, bleeding from his head. She called the ambulance and no one would claim him as a friend or significant other, so she went with him, not wanting him to be alone. Trevor had been doing heroin quite heavily, this time strung him out. Grades had fallen and he was on the verge of getting kicked out. We knew none of this. He had always made it seem like he was doing great, no notices had come to the house, we couldn’t check his grade I mean he was an adult. He survived the fall obviously, just a few stiches, head injuries tend to bleed a lot and that’s how he found his girlfriend, Rachel. After his fall he got sober, he went to counseling to help with his stress and Rachel was a big help, she said she was very proud of how far hes come in six months.” Sanya was smiling as she spoke.
“Rachel stayed only two days before going home to her family who was closer to campus. Trevor stayed with us for another day before returning to campus. We didn’t see him until Christmas. Christmas Eve he came home to stay with us for a whole week, Christmas was always a big deal for our family, we didn’t pull any punches and tried our bedt to make it magical no matter how old anyone was. So with the house fully decorated and family visiting from different places we held Christmas eve dinner at our house and Christmas day everyone sepnt with their immediate family. Trevor was quiet, he had come without Rachel as she was with her family and he just seemed melancholy, not sad but just not offering much to the conversations. He spoke only when spoken too and just listened, he hadn’t drank or anything, he remained sober and it was a good dinner with family. He retreated to the basement after everyone left, that is where is old bedroom was, a more spacious room for a young adult male. My husband and I stayed up watching Christmas movies and setting up presents, we spent time reflecting on the year and chatting before we retired for the night.” She paused drawing in a deep breath, locking eyes with Tengen who looked like he was going to sprint through the wall if anyone sneezed.
“I will never forget the screams of my husband. He was running into our bedroom speaking so fast I thought it was in tongues as he dialed the phone. I was getting dressed for the day, brushing my teeth when he screamed. He had gone to check on our son, maybe pen presents if he was awake. I didn’t realize what was really happening. I was just trying to comfort my husband, rubbing his back, trying to get him to answer me when he was on the phone with first responders. I didn’t know that until he was describing it. I think a part of both of us died that day with him. I thought it was an error, a terrible nightmare. I left my husband on the phone with the responders while I went to check. I didn’t need to get far into the basement to know it was true. He had already turned discolored, indicating that he had been dead for at least 7 hours. Heroin overdose, he had managed to get some from a family friend at the party the night before and figured after 8 or so months of being sober he could immediately shoot the same level he had worked up too.” Tengen was out of the room by the time Sanya finished her story, seated with his back against the thick panes of glass that covered most of the wall leading out of the day room. Everyone sat in silence, waiting to see what Sanya would do. The woman appeared calm and tired, as if all emotion had been washed away from her. It was eerie to witness the transformation of a woman who was likely lively at one point. Your chest felt heavy. Is that what your mother would look like? She still had your siblings, but would she be affected like this? Sanya was right when she said a piece of her died that day, because she looked it, Lifeless. She was going through the motions of life but was she really living it?
“Addiction is not something to play with, it isn’t something that someone can handle by themselves. Addiction is a disease, and it kills just as quickly as many other diseases. Like many other illnesses, it takes a support system. Without that to lean on, it becomes easier to fall into old habits. That’s where we failed. That’s what I will always regret. I knew he was recovering, and I didn’t reach out. I expected him to continue to do right. I didn’t let him know I was there for him and I didn’t tell his father. I thought I failed as a parent by not knowing before Rachel told me, but I failed by not taking action while knowing. Speak up, reach out and get help. You can find help all around you. You just have to be open to receiving it.” The air in the room felt thick, uncertain as everyone hesitated for once to speak, no one interrupting eachother or fighting to get a word in, it was uncomfortable.
“You can also get into legal trouble. I was driving in the car with one of my old friends, she slept with someones boyfriend so I dropped her but we were driving to a party one time and she was in the passenger seat with Moly in her lap, we got pulled over and started panicking, he’s gonna ask what’s in the brown paper bag that isn’t suspicious and then he’s gonna search it and were gonna go to jail forever. So we’re sweating while this cop takes his sweet time walking up to my window. He asks for license and all that we go through the routine and I’m trying not to look at her, she’s trying not top look at the officer. I got a ticket for driving with an expired tag and he left. But we immediately dumped moly at the party and went back to my house. That was enough.” Mitsuri was nervously chuckling as she finished her story, looking at Sanya for any assistance to make this less awkward.
“Wait? Whose Molly?” You asked, confused as to why they seemed to have dropped a person or even an animal somewhere and abandoned them. The group burst into laughter, even Sanyas lips lifted into a smile.
“Molly is a drug. It is a psychedelic, used often at parties. You may have heard it called Ecstasy before.” Sanya explained while the laughter died down.
“You are too funny, you poor sheltered child” You shrugged off the comment, drugs just never seemed good, to alter your mind after everything you’d been through with mental illness? Seemed like a recipe for disaster, so you stayed away.
“Is there anything you are struggling with that you feel needs more attention? Substances? Food? People? Self harm?” Sanya looked around.
“We all are, that’s why we’re here, but I think we’re doing better. I know Theres people who may not even know me but somehow care about me and my well being. You don’t want to see others hurting unless you’re a psychopath.” Shinobu was looking at you as she spoke, a soft smile on her lips.
“Well then, I will let you guys continue on with your program. I wish you all good luck on your recovery and take care of yourselves.” Sanya stood, her bag in her hand before she excused herself, Dr. Gotouge sliding into the room as soon as she leaves.
“Wonderful woman, right? She’s strong, she’s seen a lot, as a nurse and as a human, a mother, a wife. You never know what someones been through until you truly look at them, the exhaustion on their face, the red around the eyes, the hollowed cheeks. But people persevere, its human nature.” The doctor sat herself at the desk near the doorway, relaxing in the chair as everyone sat in shock of the past hour. “Anyone want to talk about that?” She offered.
“Some people can care about their kids, others aren’t made to be parents and shouldn’t be,” Obanai’s voice cut sharply, as if he could slice you with just words, but you could tell that speaking made him uncomfortable. You didn’t know what hid behind the facemask and bandages that covered most of his face, but you can’t imagine it was painless.
“I agree. We should chemically castrate a lot of people,” Kyojuro yelled.
“I’ll do your dad if you do mine,” Sanemi joked, laughing alongside Kyojuro as their dark humor broke the uncomfortable air that was suffocating the room.
“Hey, guys, come on. I know you're joking, but if I was anyone else, I would have to report you for saying stuff like that. So just keep that to yourselves or say it quiet enough for no one else to hear. I know you well enough to know you won’t do it.” The doctor gave a pointed look to Sanemi, who shrunk in his chair, a halfhearted shrug thrown her way.
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Beauty and The Beast Walker
Thorin Oakenshield x Reader
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Yeah...I'm gonna make a new story :)
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Up above the great hills of Evendim, Emyn Uial as the elves called it in Sindarin, farther northeast of the Blue Mountains, was a decent sized city filled with humans. Given its name from the harsh winter and the considerable number of tombstones, Wintergrave had made a mark on the map after surviving through the centuries on pure spite and resilience of the men and women forged by the frigid cold that came down from the mountains above. The people of Wintergrave were tough, hardy, driven to survive in a land set out to kill all life below. Yet, they managed, and from the first settlement, a city had built itself.
It wasn’t exactly a holiday destination, only those wishing to test their strength in hunting or trade with the elves of Grey Haven or the humans of Bree, as their trade routes had extended that far north, but it was a location filled with timber, ore, and quarries. Elves, men, and hobbits alike sent word to Wintergrave when it came to wanting supplies. The marble quarries surrounding the city were desired by elves to make floors, walls, and statues with. The timber and ore built houses and hobbit holes for the men and halflings. Wintergrave had become a wellspring of richness. And visitors, especially those who had particular talents that helped the citizens of Wintergrave, were paid handsomely.
Which is why when word of the arrival of a blacksmith into Wintergrave had spread, a dwarven blacksmith at that, the entire town was readying every blade, every axe, every kitchen knife they had to be sharpened, others readying orders to be made. Word spread like wildfire about the onyx haired dwarf who struck a hammer with the fury of a dragon and took all the orders given, charging a rather expensive price, but given the results from the blades and armor he’d shown, it was worth it.
He'd taken up residence in one of the cabins farthest from the town, away from prying eyes, and only came into town to deliver orders or buy food. Hardly ever did he step foot where many of the city were, even to the bar. He never came to the tavern, and that’s what most people who weren’t coming for building materials came for. Only The Snow Veiled Barrow had a wine made from Bleakberries, a fruit only grown in the harsh ground of the frozen wasteland. Though dwarves were fonder of ale, alcohol was alcohol, and it bothered her quite a lot that the blacksmith had not once set foot in her tavern whether it to be eat a hot meal or enjoy a drink in solace.
She had, of course, taken it upon herself to at least make it known to the dwarf that he was welcome to come inside whenever he wished. That being said, going outside the city gates into the wilderness where the wolves and much worse beasts ran wild wasn’t exactly her favorite pastime—not that she couldn’t handle herself, she just preferred to have others hunt for the meat she used for meals.
It was well past sundown when she finally made it to the cabin he resided in, a small place, quaint even for a human but perfect for a man his size. The windows and door frame had been replaced as well as the glass panes, no doubt he’d secured his place of residence before getting to work.
Careful not to drop the bundle of fresh bread and cured meats in her hands, she kicked the door a couple times, calling out, “Blacksmith! If you are home, I wish to speak. I mean no ill will.” to ease him of grabbing a sword or axe.
Heavy footfalls echoed from inside and the locks flicked from behind before the door swung open to reveal the less than pleased dwarf; he merely glared at her, evidently not wishing to be bothered. “I do not take requests at this hour. Come back tomorrow.”
As he started to close the door, she stuck the toe of her boot in between the frame and halted it. “I’m not here for a request. Believe me, if I wanted a weapon, you’d have made it by now.”
“What do you want?”
“Well for starters, it’s freezing out here. Perhaps invite a lady inside for a moment?”
“You? A human woman enter a dwarf’s home? I can hear the hysteria and accusations rolling in now.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’ve an awfully cynical mindset, Blacksmith. I’m only here to deliver something to eat.”
At that, he opened the door and cocked a brow. “Why?” it was suspicious, and then his voice turned almost accusatory. “Do you not think I’m capable of feeding myself?”
“Distrustful as well,” she muttered, and held out the bundle. “You’ve not once stepped foot into the tavern in town. While I find it understandable that you do not wish to engage with Men, I do find it rather odd you’ve never come in for a drink.”
“So, you think dwarves are drunks?”
“Have you ever perhaps tried not reading so deeply into things that aren’t there? We live in the ass of Middle Earth. The nights are long and freezing. Liquor warms.” She waited until he took the bundle. “All I’ve come to do is deliver this and offer a seat whenever you wish. If you decide not to, I won’t be upset. But know I am someone you can trust.”
As she parted from the door, he called out, “Why should I trust you?”
“I own the tavern, Blacksmith,” she replied, putting up her hood. “I know everyone and everything that happens in this city. My knowledge, and friendship, is unassailable.”
He watched with narrowed eyes as she disappeared into the whipping snow back along the road.
***
He felt eyes on his back, knew someone was waiting to talk to him, but they were going to wait an awful long time. Steel had to be tempered in order to be forged into something great. It was only after the hair had risen along the back of his neck that he finally put the hammer down and looked behind him. A scowl came over his face as he saw her sitting in the chair beside the door.
“Blacksmith,” she greeted. “So glad you finally decided to notice me.”
“Apologies for the wait,” he practically sneered, and she merely waved him off.
“Oh, I’m not upset. Patience is a flower that grows in few gardens and believe me, the garden I have sowed is quite prosperous.” She crossed a leg over the other. “You’ve still yet to come into the tavern. Are you avoiding me, Blacksmith? That hurts. Most men wouldn’t dare avoid someone as beautiful as me.”
Her tone dripped with flirtation, but he was in no mood to play, even if what she said was true—she was absolutely beautiful, a goddess in flesh. “I’ve work to do. Unless it’s to request an order, I suggest you leave.” He pushed a lock of hair back, wiping the sweat from his brow, and looked at her, taking in the smirk, narrowed gaze, and— “You’re joking?”
She rose from her seat, tutting, “Blacksmith, please, I would never joke about money.” Pulling a hefty sack of gold from behind, she held it up. “I want you to make me a dagger. A very pretty, and useful dagger.” Pulling another, much smaller bag from behind, she handed it to him. “With these inlaid in the hilt.”
He opened the sack, wide-eying the sapphires, rubies, and emeralds in the velvet bag. “How…?”
“As I said, it pays to be my friend.”
“So, you’re buying me off?”
“In easier ways. Dwarves are honor bound, are they not? Also, it’s a rather heavy bag of gold. Enough to give leave of a few jobs if you wished.”
He glared at her, obviously weighing it on his mind before he sighed through his nose. “Fine. I’ll make your dagger.”
Her smile irritated him to no end, and she handed over the sack. “Wonderful. When can I expect my weapon?”
“Depends on the intricates of the hilt. A week. Two weeks. The month’s end.”
“Ah, so expect the unexpected?” she nodded knowingly. “Such a game I despise playing. As much as I’d love to stand around and chat, I’m afraid I must return to work.” As she walked off, she paused and turned, pointing around. “And do open a window. It’s stuffy in here. Like I’m underground.”
***
It was actually a month and a half before the dagger was finally done, and it was too much of a surprise when he stepped inside the crowded tavern. She didn’t even realize until she’d turned, put a tankard down, and jumped a foot in the air at seeing him at the bar.
She put a hand to her chest. “Give a woman a heart attack why don’t you, Blacksmith?”
He ignored her, putting the cloth on the bar. “It is done.” Undoing the ties, he flipped open the cloth and there lay a shining steel dagger, golden hilt with gemstones arranged in a delicate pattern.
Picking it up, she smoothed her hand along the blade, flipping it over as she felt the weight in her hand. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, eyes glimmering with something more than desire.
“Sharp too,” he bit out, already tired of the stares.
“Enough to kill a man?” she asked, eyes dropping to his gaze, and he stared back at her.
“As many as you wished.”
Her smile was bewitching, and she tipped her head to the end of the bar. “Sit. I have something in return.”
“You’ve alrea—”
“I said sit,” she commanded in a tone that had indignation rising on his face, yet he huffed and took a seat.
She disappeared behind the wall and came back minutes later with a bottle. A very aged bottle. “This,” she said, placing a goblet before him. “Is something I think you will enjoy quite a lot. I picked it up from a trader a few years ago.”
He watched as she uncorked the bottle and poured a dark, amber liquid into the goblet. “What is it?” he asked, picking it up to smell it. Notes of buttery caramel, oak, and pepper wafted up his nose and he closed his eyes, enjoying it.
“Whiskey. From the halls of the ancient dwarven kingdom Erebor.” His eyes opened and he stared at her, disbelief in them as he looked down at it. “Go ahead. Try it.”
Seeing his reflection in the goblet staring back at him, he lifted it to his mouth, taking a small sip. Something flickered in his gaze as he pulled the cup away and muttered, “It’s not of Erebor.”
She scowled. “It better be, I paid quite a sum for that.”
“It’s not.”
“I don’t get stiffed on deals. It’s real.”
“No, it is not. I am telling you it is not.” His tone had grown from calm to anger.
“I doubt you would know of what liquor comes from Erebor.”
The scratching of a chair on hardwood garnered the attention of all the tavern folk as they watched the scene unravel before them, the dwarf, standing, hands on the bar as he growled darkly at her, “I know what comes from the halls of Erebor, human. Do not speak of things you know nothing about. You have no right.”
She was silent as he disappeared from the tavern, slamming the door shut behind him. Humming, she picked up the split goblet and began cleaning it, turning to the others still staring with, “What are you lot staring at? Mind your own.” They went back to their drinks and food whilst she silently made note to visit the old historian.
***
“Master Bjolling?” she called out as she stepped inside the old man’s home. “Master Bjolling where are you?” she walked around the counter, down the steps and into the grand library the bookkeeper had. “Master Bjolling,” she sighed fondly, catching sight of the old man huddled over a desk.
He popped up, turning around to see her, blinking behind the large lenses he wore. “My word, is that you, my lady?”
She smiled. “Good evening, Master Bjolling. How well you fare?”
His smile was covered by his bushy mustache, but he greeted her with kindness and joy. “Wonderful! It’s quite a joy to see you! Shall I put on some tea this evening? Maybe some sweets and pudding?”
“As much as I would love to, I need you to look up something for me. Would you mind?”
“For my lady? I would charge into the flames of Utumno for her.”
“You flatter me,” she smiled.
“Now,” he said, cracking his fingers, pulling at the long tunic he wore. “What knowledge do you seek?”
She took a seat in the cushioned armchair, crossing a leg over the other as she laced her fingers on her stomach. “Knowledge on the dwarves.”
“There are many clans across the land. Which do you wish knowledge of?”
“The dwarves residing in the Blue Mountains southwest of us, what kingdom do they originally hail from?”
Bjolling frowned as he fiddled around a shelf pulling out a leather-bound booklet. “If I do recall,” he started, reading through the journal. “My predecessors wrote their arrival down. Ah, here we are. Erebor,” he said.
“Tell me of Erebor.”
Bjolling hummed curiously as he started walking around, going from section to section, staring up and down at the numbers. “This doesn’t have to do with that dwarven blacksmith fellow shouting at you in the bar last weekend, does it not?”
“It might,” she answered. The old man deserved at least half the truth. “I’m simply curious about the land is all.”
He seemed satisfied with her answer as he stopped in front of a particular shelf and looked up. “What information on Erebor do you seek?”
“Do you have anything on the royal family of Erebor?”
“Hmmm…perhaps? Dwarves aren’t exactly notorious for being open on history.” He dragged a large, ceiling length ladder down the line and climbed it, pulling books from the shelves, flipping through them before he found one that seemed to call to him. A large book, bound with blue leather. Bjolling pulled it out and climbed down, setting it on the table.
As she rounded the end, he flipped it open and started reading to her. She listened to him tell of the tale of how Erebor came to be, blessed by the Sons of Durin, a prosperous city under a mountain rich and powerful.
“—all changed, of course, with the arrival of Smaug, a fire drake from the North. He ransa—”
“Stop,” she interrupted, and he looked up over the rim of his glasses.
“My lady?”
“Who was the king during this time?”
Bjolling eyed her curiously before flipping back quite a few pages. “Let us see, I do believe it was Thrór.”
“Did he have any children?”
“His only son was Thráin.”
She frowned. “No, too old.”
“My lady, what are you looking for?”
She sat down on the seat beside him. “I’ve reason to believe our resident blacksmith is from Erebor.” Propping her hand against the side of her head, she asked, “Who were his children?”
“Thráin’s?” he flipped another few pages. “Records state he had three, Thorin, Frerin, Dís.” Bjolling looked at her. “My lady, might I ask what you intend to do with this information?” his expression turned solemn. “Please don’t tell me your idea is to extort this man? If he is of Erebor, he has nothing.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please, the hills of the Blue Mountains are filled with riches.” To ease his mind, she added, “But to give you peace, my intentions are not to extort him for a thing.” She rose from the seat. “Thank you, Master Bjolling. Your help is always appreciated.”
He smiled as she bent down and kissed his head. “For my lady, I happily assist.”
***
By the time he made it back to his cabin, he was practically dead on his feet, only wishing to fall into his bed and sleep until the sun rose the next day. As he unlocked the door, he took note of the fire blazing in the hearth, filling him with caution and warning as he pulled out his blade and entered carefully. He saw nothing at first, looking all around the room for any signs of thievery or attack, yet none showed. He began to put his blade away when—
“Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. The rightful King Under the Mountain.”
He jumped, spinning around to point the blade at the woman in the corner of the room, watching him with a hidden gaze; he glowered at her. “How did you get in here?”
“I have many skills, your majesty. Picking a lock is just one of many,” she replied. “I have questions for you.”
“I’m in no mood to answer a single one. Get out.” When she didn’t move, he leveled the sword on her and threatened again, “Get. Out.”
She merely looked at the point of the blade then to him. “Put your sword away dwarf before you start a fight you will never walk away from. No matter your age and experience, I will finish what you start.”
He twirled the sword in his grip and retorted, “I would like to see you try, woman.”
She stood up before him and for once in his life besides the terror of Erebor’s fall, Thorin Oakenshield was terrified as she bared her teeth, canines growing into inch-long fangs, and the walls shook with force equal to a hurricane as a guttural growl escaped her throat. He took a step back, sword faltering, and she closed her mouth, head tipping up.
“My family has long protected this land, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. Do not assume that my strength is limited to that of my body. Challenge me again and it will be your last.”
He stared at her. “What…are you?”
“The correct term far east would be skin-changers. Here we are called beast-walkers.” She sat back down. “My family line was infected with a disease that turned us into great beasts, giant two-legged wolves. Over the centuries, my family’s blood has changed and instead of our turnings being random, we can control it.” Her eyes turned to the moon outside. “There is, of course, still a desire to run wild under the moonlight.”
“Why reveal this to me?” he asked.
“Well, before you intended to get your throat ripped out, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. I came to apologize to you.”
He cocked a brow. “You can stop calling me that. Thorin, is acceptable.”
“Thorin,” she corrected.
Dropping the sword on the table, he looked at her. “Why do you wish to apologize to me?”
“I insulted you the other week. Of course, part of the blame arises from you refusing to disclose who you are, but I let arrogance get the better of me.” She met his gaze. “I apologize. You, in fact, know better than any what comes of Erebor.”
Thorin made a noise in his throat, and he sat down on a chair across from her. “The less who know of my name, the safer it is to work and travel.”
“Understandable,” she agreed. “There’d be quite a ransom note sent to Ered Luin for the return of the rightful King Under the Mountain.” Her eyes found the snow again outside. “I don’t envy you, Thorin. It must be a heavy mantle to wear.”
“I wear it with pride,” he retorted, and she snorted.
“Spoken like a true dwarf.” They fell silent, watching the snow fall in peacefulness.
Uncharacteristically, Thorin admitted quietly, “I’m leaving here soon. At the end of the month.” He bother to look over at her, even when he felt the weight of her surprised gaze on him. “I’m starting a company. To retake Erebor from that damned serpent. To restore my home.”
Her lips pursed in a look of hidden surprise. “Truly? Even the dwarven kingdom at its height couldn’t even stop him. What makes you think you can?”
He looked over at her. “I feel it.”
“You feel it?” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “Gods help your company, feeling isn’t reliable.”
“You wouldn’t understand, human.”
“Perhaps not. I’ve never left Wintergrave to fight a dragon that could eat me in one bite.” She hummed. “I have done crazier things though.” Her eyes found his. “This company, I assume it will be comprised of warriors?”
“Indeed.”
“Would you like help?” she offered, and he cocked a suspicious brow.
“What are you after?”
“I assume unless I tell you, I’ll never be able to join?” his silence was her answer and she sighed. “Wintergrave is ancient. Its people are old. The young ones venture out east to the warmer lands for a better life. This city will never die, but at some point, you have to know when to let go and move on. It is time for me to move on.”
“I thought your family has protected this land? Are you going to ignore your duty?” he practically accused her of derelict duty.
“You assume I am the only beast-walker here. Others will keep the fire going. I wish to move on. If I’m to die, it won’t be pouring drinks to drunkards. I’ll die for something.” She held out her hand, waiting until he cautiously held his out the same; she took it, and he was surprised how warm she was, almost burning like fire. “Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, if you would will it, I will join you on this quest for Erebor. My strength and expertise are yours.”
He gazed at her. “You would do this for someone you don’t know? Without wanting reward?”
“Well, if we do manage to retake Erebor, I’d certainly enjoy being able to run a tavern somewhere in there. I am quite good at it, if you recall.”
Thorin chuckled, shaking her hand. “I will see what I can do once we reestablish Erebor.”
She smiled at him, pulling her hand away to rise from her seat. “I shall make preparations for my leave. I doubt I will ever make a journey back to Wintergrave in the future. It will be imperative to find a suitable family to take over my tavern. And to gather my belongings needed to take.”
“Have a lot?”
She shrugged. “Not so much material that is important. I have quite a mass of gold built up over the generations. I’ll have to prepare it for travel to the Blue Mountains.”
“Why?”
“What good is a mountain of gold if it’s not used for the better of something? You live in a cabin with little. It’s not difficult to understand that you send the majority of your sums back to your people.”
“You would give my people your gold?”
“Not all of it. A woman has to have something to live off of.”
Thorin rose. “You honor me and my people in the Blue Mountains.”
She tipped her head. “I will take my leave for the evening.” As she walked off, she turned, meeting his eyes. “Thorin…”
As she trailed off, he cocked a brow. “Yes?”
“Never mind,” she said, shaking her head. “Good eve.”
The door closed behind her and Thorin listened as an otherworldly sound echoed from behind the door, then a blood-chilling howl shook the walls; he turned to the desk, pulling a piece of parchment out to begin writing out the call for his company.
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The city had practically sent the two off with more food, supplies, and gold than the two could do with. Still though, Thorin couldn’t say he was displeased with it. His companion hadn’t said much since they’d left, and he couldn’t help but watch her when he had the chance to. She looked ready, willing, for anything. What was so different was her garb. No longer dressed in the floor length dresses she typically wore, but a set of darkened leather armor, silver designs sewn into the side as well as silver buckles. Her back was held set with a wooden bow and at her side, the dagger that Thorin had forged for her along with a silver long sword—that, he recognized as elvish, and he fought the urge to sneer and scowl at it. Her face was covered with a mask, cut off just above her mouth, silver faceplate in the make of a wolf—he found she had quite a fondness for silver.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable as they travelled, and he felt comfort growing in him at having her at his side. Which was odd because Thorin didn’t trust anyone he’d never fought with. If he couldn’t trust them to cover his back in battle, how would he know they wouldn’t stab him in the back.
“You’re thinking awfully loud, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór.”
He rolled his eyes, griping, “I thought I’d said to stop that.”
“You did, but I find it annoys you and amuses me, so I shall continue.” She looked down at him. “What are you thinking about?” he opened his mouth and she added quickly, “And no need to hide it. We’re going to be together for a while. If we can’t be honest, we won’t work together.”
He ignored the urge to roll his eyes again but conceded. “I find it difficult to trust you since we’ve not seen battle together.”
“We will,” she replied, staring straight out to the road. “Your worst trust should be that I won’t eat you.” She accentuated her point by flashing her teeth with a grin. “I already gave you my word, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. Find it in yourself to trust me already.”
“Why should I take your word seriously?”
She pulled the reins and halted her steed, Thorin following in suit; she stared him down and said, “Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, at the end of the day, all a man has is his word. His word is his hope, his truth, his livelihood, his honor. I do not have a title to hold my honor to, but I have generations of protecting my home and doing what is right no matter how difficult to hold it.” She took the reins again. “My word is my honor, just as your word is yours. If you keep your word that you will protect me, then I shall keep mine and protect you. Nothing less.”
Thorin grunted, falling back in to suit beside her. “Apologies.”
“Save those for something serious,” she replied. “We’ve a long road ahead of us.” Looking at him, she asked, “Where is our first stop?”
“The Blue Mountains.” He gazed into the distance. “To collect some old friends.”
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Marquita Lenae Jones has been missing since 2011. The then-28-year-old woman was reportedly last seen "on or near West Street" in New Haven, Connecticut. A specific timeline surrounding Marquita's disappearance is unknown; however, her NamUs page states that "she was last seen by family in the summer of 2011." Most sources list July 1st, 2011 as the date that Marquita went missing.
According to a 2019 report, Marquita struggled with substance abuse at the time of her disappearance. That report also indicates that Marquita was homeless, but she may have been staying in the Hill neighborhood of New Haven at the time she vanished. Other than that, there are very few details available about her disappearance.
Various postings on social media about Marquita's disappearance indicate that she is loved and missed. In 2017, a Reddit user posted about Marquita's case in a true crime subreddit. Another user replied, "I knew marquita and her family very well , I heard through a close relative of hers she left CT to get out of trouble she was in with probation, but its been awhile now and family still hasnt heard from her she has a tendency to go with the crowd and I believe it got her missing I hope one day we can find out what really happened."
The information from this comment has not been confirmed, and it's unknown if detectives have even looked into this theory. In fact, it was reported in 2019 that Marquita's disappearance is amongst a few other cases of missing women in Connecticut that are not being actively investigated. Acting Police Chief Otoniel Reyes told reporters via email, "Although we are not actively working these cases, they are very much open, and we welcome an opportunity to remind the public about them in hopes it will spark new information."
If you have any information that could lead to Marquita's whereabouts, please contact the New Haven Police Department at 203-946-6304.
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We Could Build A Home (We Could Play Pretend)
or: the one where charlie is always on his porch and becomes your safe haven
this fic deals with heavy subject matter such as abuse. please read the trigger warnings.
tw// cursing, implied bad/abusive (family) relationship/panic attack
charlie is outside when he hears the yelling.
to be fair, he's always outside. his house is too small, too crowded, the walls suffocate him-
he hears your flip flops on the concrete, the door is broken so the slam is three loud whacks-he hears you before he sees you-
“Where are you going?”
the flip flop sound stops for a second, and he acts like he doesn't hear you sniffle.
“I need to clear my head.”
a pause, and he knows your checking your mailbox, even though it's Sunday.
he speaks first-
“You and your dad have a fight again?”
A huff, and you appear in front of him, makes him sit up a little straighter, suddenly aware of his horrible posture, of every time his mom yelled at him for it-
“he treats me like a child and I’m sick of it.”
charlie rocks back and forth on the chair for a second, so much hangs in the air-wants to talk about your running make up and pink nose-
"Wanna go on a walk?"
you hesitate, use the back of your hand to wipe at your eyes, the mascara marks down your face long forgotten about-
no words come out but you give your usual answer-a pathetic, silent nod and he nods back, gets up and disappears into his house, comes back less than thirty seconds later, two windbreakers in hand-he drapes one over your shoulder and you both act like you don't know the left pocket is filled with napkins-blot at your eyes-
"I think the Logan's up the hill just planted a new garden." Charlie says, and you two are off.
you both are silent half the trip, act like you don't feel his hand brush against yours-
“I saw the biggest sunflower of my life yesterday,” charlie is talking just to talk, hopes you don’t realize it, “if you have time maybe we can make a side trip for it. i feel like it’s worth the walk.”
you don’t answer. you don’t have to. he knows you’ll go, that you need out of the house and he needs to distract you-
“how’s your new song going, charlie?” you ask, turn your face away from him as you wipe at your face, hate that your best friend sees you like this.
he sighs, “not great. you heard the cussing, i assume?”
finally, a snort out of you.
charlie practically lives on his front porch, and has started taking his guitar out there, you can hear him strum from your bedroom, which is a welcome thought, not consumed by the usual yelling-
but he gets frustrated when his fingers don’t work right, when his voice cracks, can hear him curse at himself, the scratch of a pen as he scribbles something out of his notebook, cursing at himself-
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you tease, and the smile on the corner of your lips gives away exactly all of you.
he snorts, luckily.
“ah, so i’m best friends with a liar.” he teases as he gently bumps his shoulder with yours, only stops walking quick enough to bend down, pops back up with a daisy and tucks it behind your ear wordlessly.
he finally takes your hand when you start the incline up, but don’t think much of it-this is just what two best friends do, how he shows he cares for you, always teases that it’s easier to get you away from the flow of traffic if he’s holding your hand and can move you around him.
by the time your both at the logan’s, your face is flushed-from the incline of the hill and from finally laughing-charlie says whatever he can to make you laugh, whatever silly bits he has to do-
and it’s late summer; the logan’s planted this garden and are at their second home states and states away (a luxury you and charlie still can’t wrap your heads around) so naturally, his phone comes out, his shitty earbuds that only work half the time, plugs one in your ear, one in his-and your dancing in a random strangers elaborate garden but when he spins you, you laugh, and the world doesn’t seem so horrible, so bleak-
you finally pull him away from the garden, tell him you want to see this sunflower he promised, and you walk following him, headphones in that still buzz if you move the wrong way-pinkies hooked around each other-acting like you two aren’t so aware of each others presence in one another’s side.
you stay out until fireflies come out, he catches them in an old mason jar with cuts at the top from a knife stolen from his dads workshop, he walks you home and puts them in the flower box outside your bedroom window, acts like he doesn’t see the weeds in it or your decaying house from the inside, a low voice against your screened in window, says the fireflies will keep a light on, keep you safe through the night, and he disappears.
you hoped you wouldn’t have seen him so soon, and under such bad conditions, but it got too much again, in the middle of the night, when you’re sure he’s sleeping-the slam of your door, the click clack of your shoes.
this time, you see him first, in his chair, rocking gently, food abandoned next to him, his laptop at his feet.
“it’s two am.” you sniffle, you’re in your pjs and you don’t want him to see you like this, your breathing is fucked up-
“c’mon,” he says gently, already standing, has two windbreakers in his lap already that you wonder when he managed to grab- “Maybe you can show me the difference between the big dipper and the little dipper again.”
you hiccup, and if you’re breathing was controlled and the world wasn’t spinning and closing in at the same time you’d throw your hands in the air like you’ve done a million times and say, “charlie, it’s in the fucking title. ones big and ones small-“
but before you can his hand is wrapped around your elbow and he’s pulling you into the field behind your house, where you always feel so small and like the worlds too big at the same time, “-point out the little dipper again?” he says gently, and he’s pulling at your hand, lifting it into the air for you, his hand over yours.
“charlie-“ you shake your head and he realizes it’s not working and he’s panicked now, wants to get you out of this panic attack, instead wraps his arms around you tight-
“close your eyes,” he says gently, “breathe with me. and one-“
he’s taking exaggerated long breaths, trying to calm you down with him and though you want to fight it, want to tell him to knock it off-it makes the nervous that bubbled in the acid of your stomach melt away, until he feels the rise of your chest slow-
“thank you, charlie.” you whisper into him.
he nods into you, his face buried deep in your hair, and the next thing you know, he’s taking his sweater off, laying it in the middle of the field and telling you to lay on your back next to him, is hand is in the air as he talks constellations, must’ve actually been listening to you, as you snuggle into his arm and fall asleep as he tells you the same stories you’ve told him.
you fall asleep in the field, only wake up when you hear the engine of your dads old truck fire up-practically makes you shots up until you feel charlie's hands wrap around your waist, pull you in closer-
and you hold your breath against him as you wait for the puttering engine to pass, charlie only stirs when it’s safe-stands up frost, offers his hand and leads you to his house, where he offers his shower and putts around the kitchen, making a breakfast, you two playing pretend family, your favorite thing.
charlie has shampoo stashed in his closet for you. it’s the cheap dollar general stuff, but it’s the same you use, and beggar can’t be choosers-and when you open the curtain, a towel is on the sink, his old flannel and a band shirt is on the ground, a pair of shorts you left at his house ages ago waiting for you to slip on-
you come out and the breakfast isn’t elaborate, but he poured himself into these pancakes, made a face with these strawberries and whipped cream, rubs his hand through some and dots it on the tip of your nose as you roll your eyes and sip coffee.
he reads his dads newspaper from the weekend, he slides you the crossword from the middle of the paper and helps you with the ones you’re struggling with.
you clean up breakfast as he gets dressed, he always comes and dries the dishes, puts them away-cranks his mothers old radio, the one that’s static every other word, so you two make up lyrics to the songs you both don’t know-
when you’re finished you both retreat to the front yard, and he’s back on his porch, in his chair, strums his guitar, and he drags a chair out from the garage for you but you usually end up on your back on the porch, eyes shut as you listen to him play-usually end up falling back asleep briefly-it’s where you feel most safe.
when it’s almost time for your dad to come home, he sends you home with the clothes you slept in that he washed, always has a snack packed at the bottom of the bag for you, a kiss on the forehead and a promise he’ll always be out here when you need him
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Long Way To The Truth
Cw:alcohol,discussions of therapy and grief.
Summary: Lucas finally reaches Washington and settled into Milton-Haven.
♡Chapter 8: Washington.
A/n: FINALLY DONE. Enjoy.
Soon he leaves the grand beaver state of Oregon, though its mountains and forest lines accompany him, hes greeted with small homes and rudementary brick Bridges.
Above him its a cool summer morning, a few clouds dappled here and there under the blue Sky. He taps his fingers on the steeringwheel just taking the Farmland in, and hes reminded of that cabin Rosemary had mentioned.
Lucas easily saw himself as a park ranger,he had grown up in Florida, explored the forests and knew how to survive in the wild. He hopes nobody has taken the job up until now, He'd be genuinely sad about it if so.
He lowers the sun visor,eyes catching sight of the picture hes got of him and Wheeler--Hey bud,see me as a park ranger?--He asked,mostly to humor himself while on the road.
And it makes him chuckle. "Yep,lost it" he thinks with a grin, just playing along to his boredom.
Eventually he does make it to Milton-Haven, the large entrance of almost this Greek looking style with two statues holding up this large wooden sign with faded colors.
The statues are of two greek gods,one is Morpheus god of dreams, and the other one is Psyche goddess of the soul.
His eyes quickly reads the wooden sign, "Welcome to Milton-Haven, The place that Will forever live in your mind" the faded pastel magentas, purples And blues swirl together in this oil spill pattern, beautiful but oddly...forboding.
People dont pay attention to his van as he drives into the town proper. Lucas feel relief wash over him, finally he had made it.
《It doesn't hurt me (yeah, yeah, yo)
Do you wanna feel how it feels? (Yeah, yeah, yo)
Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? (Yeah, yeah, yo)
Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making? (Yeah, yeah, yo)》the radio plays, and he simply humms along. He loves this song.
He asks for directions to Elysium park and is quickly directed towards it. He drives over some Train tracks as he enters the greenery filled place, how does this small town have a train? For what purposes? Do they export something?
Or are they receiving something?
The van is left to be Parked outside the entrance of the place, before him is a large sign that reads "Elysium State Park". Its oddly charming,especially now that midday is coming up.
His eyes dont pay attention to the phone booth there either, he always saw them as very....ominous? Anyone could call one of them up and whoever picks it up could be subjected to one weird phonecall.
Lucas would rather not leave the van alone,but he cant drive into the park. So,he grabs his walkman and one of his mixtapes to listen as he walks, better to Keep his mind distracted.
And as he walks into the park, he simply takes the forest in,the crisp air and walks in silence. Few people at that hour of the day,at least for now
《You
It's you and me
And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get Him to swap our places
Be runnin' up that road
Be runnin' up that hill
Be runnin' up that building
Say, if I only could, oh》
He walks down the beaten path,dirt crunching underneath his boot. His body feels...somewhat light, relieved.
Finally,he had arrived to the place that has been haunting him. He can let go of some the worry,of the guilty.
"I'm already here,Al' just you wait" he thinks before Spotting a big map of the park. Just what he needed,perfect.
Summer breeze blows past him,hair and his green flannel blowing in the wind. The sunlight is warm against his tan skin, he checks the route and finds a visitors center.
--Hell yeah-- He mutters with a smile, and hey look-! The ranger cabin is right on the way to the center.
Off he goes then, feeling like a Man on a mission.
As he walks,the people around him dont pay much attention to him. Its good to not feel so exposed,he blends in and allows himself to just fully admire the forest.
Sunlight spills its light past the boughs of the trees,the leaves move,Sway and fall with the gentle summer wind that caresses them and runs past the branches Freely.
People sit under the shade, eating their lunch and talking. Birds fly over him, looking for food to snatch- Hes sure he saw a pigeon steal a piece of bread from a nearby picnic basket.
It reminds him of home a little, he was a big Outdoors person-Him and his family would go out Hunting. He wonders if Milton-Haven gets deer and other hunting game, perhaps he can go out to hunt sometime soon. That would be fun,and he could practice his aim.
He walks past the broken down ranger cabin,chunks of the roof are missing,some of the wood is old and rotten,some Windows broken by teenagers probably.
Theres an odd carving on one of the walls. 《J&L were here》. Yep,this Is the work of teenagers-And poorly maintained infraestructure.
--Charlie Foxtrot--He mutters under his breath,that house was a clusterfuck indeed.
Eventually he makes it to the visitor's center. Its a large Wood and brick estructure, designed to look like a cozy cabin. The large Windows, the earthy colors- He gets that feeling of nostalgic 60s architecture and 90s modernism.
He steps in and stops the tape in the walkman,he takes off his headphones and goes to the main desk.
Before him a woman,short red hair,deep brown eyes with freckles. --'scuse me?
The woman looks up at him, eyes tired but welcoming--Hello, what can I help you with?
Okay,now hes got to talk. Not good at that one...
--Came- came here for the ranger job- I- I saw a broken down cabin on the uh...way here?--He stutters,not sure what to say or how to say it. Its not exactly a job interview...
She nodds and smiles a little,trying to reassure him--Ah yes! The groundskeeper job right? Ill go get Miss Witherspon,she works at the parks department, you see? She can help out
So off the girl leaves,he doesnt know her name or how Long itll take her. Perfect,now to stand there awkwardly until something happens.
He sits at one of the nearby Chairs,fidgeting with his dogtags and just....existing mostly. As much as he liked the great outdoors,places Like this kind of throw him off.
Luckily theres not Many people around to judge him or stare at him,which hes thankfull for because he wouldnt know how to handle it.
When the girl returns,Lucas is met with whom she guessed is Miss Witherspoon. He sees a black woman, eyes a dark grey with her brown hair in Jheri Curls,held Back with a black headband, she wears a comfy suit of a deep blue.
--This Man is here for the groundskeeper job--The girl that manned the desk said,gesturing at the ex soldier.
--Lucas Cole--He extended his hand and Miss Witherspoon shook it.
--Sally Witherspoon, nice to make your acquaintance-- The black woman answered with a polite smile-- Can I ask what interests you about the job?
Hes good at lying through his teeth, so he shrugs and gives her a coy smile.--well I like the great outdoors,the greenery- And judging by the state of the Cabin back there...it needs some love--He makes a pause--A lot.
The woman infront of him snickers--Hah,it does--She agreed-- We've been needing a groundskeeper for a while- You have experience with that kinda job?
Lucas nodds, seeing the red haired girl return the the main desk. --Yes,actually--He replied,sounding all friendly-- Im originally from Florida you see? My family used to go out hunting,camping, ive grown around forests. And im a veteran so I know a thing or two about security--He jingles his dogtags.
Sally looks impressed--Well, I mean if you can fix up that old cabin then the Jobs all yours
He blinks a little confused--That easy?
The woman scoffs--we're in need of a groundskeeper,and that cabin is an eye sore,so yes.
--Well,perfect. Ill take you up on that offer--He replied,not looking a gift horse in the mouth.
--Great,I'll talk with my sueperiors and get the materials needed. You're just going to have to..
--Do the hard work?--She nodds a little sheepish-- hah,dont worry ma'am im quite used to it
After that she hands him the number of the parks department for him to call if hes got questions. And off he goes back to his van, figuring he ought to explore the town a little better.
Though first,he better get something to eat. So,he stops at the parks dinner for some lunch-He digs the rustic vibes of the place. His ordee is taken by an older woman around his age, the tag on her shirt reads "Olive".
Milton-Haven is quite small town like-He realized as he Walked around the place post lunch. Theres safety in numbers and hes happy to blend in with the people around him, jusr admiring the simple quaintness of the place.
He makes notes of a few interesting places,restaurants, cafés,a record shop and a bar. "Dyonisus Bar" read the neon sign that shines even at this early hour of the afternoon.
Out of Curiosity and mild boredom he steps in, the place is quite rustic with fake grapevines tangling around the beanpoles and the walls. Its a mix of 90s architecture with its ornate details in the scaffolding,the decorations of the walls and that rustic feel that seems to be a trend around the town.
--Quite early for a drink huh?--A Man behins the bar asks to another costumer. The ex soldier turns to see a guy in his 20s manning the bar, dark brown hair with a cobalt blue underdye, greyish green eyes and tattoos all across his arms.
Lucas sits to see if he can strike up a conversation with the guy,get some more information on the place. He calls the attention of the barkeeper and smiles politely.
--You too huh? Its not even happy hour--the brown haired Man says with a smirk.
--Hah, kind of. Just here to ask about the town, im uh- New
--I'd say,havent seen you before--Theres a small hint of a hispanic accent to the Man, his way of speaking is sing-songy-- Whats your name,stranger?--He asked,polishing a glass.
--Lucas, n you are?-- he finds himself Charmed by the guy, a lot of charisma clearly.
--Lazaro, call me laz
--Nice to meetcha,Laz-- the radioman answers--What can you tell me about the town?
--We're small, honestly. Quite boring--He replied,setting down the polished glass--Before I say anything though, whats your poison?
He chuckled--Gotta pay for information?
The Man chuckled--All in a days work,mate. Dont wanna be greedy but you know-Gotta make a living
--Fair enough, just a beer Will do-- he replied, not minding getting hustled.
--cool, we've got Budlight,Corona,budwiser and uhhh--He thinks for a moment, turning to the small fridge behind the bar-- Heineken
--Corona
Lazaro nodds and goes to Grab a bottle,hes quick to return and pocket the metal cap once the bottle is Open-- good choice,Its my sisters favorite--He pushes the beer up to the other man-- Actually,sorry to be so forward but youre exactly my sisters type
His face blooms with deep reds,he coughs a little- Jesus, hes not used to this-- uhm...thanks?
The barkeeper snorts-- ill make you a discount for the discomfort-- the soldier chuckles, easing into the conversation-- As I was saying, we're a small town. Quiet,cozy,easy going
Lucas nodds--Any interesting history to the place?
--Not sure- Theres the icarus point,the lighthouse- Oh the church of the blessed eyes, thats pretty--He lists off a few places until he adds--Oh right,it slipped my mind- Fort Sonder! Yeah the old bunker at Elysium Park!
--The whatnow?
--Yeah! Its an old world war II bunker, havent been used in ages-- Laz replied, tapping on the counter-- ive seen some people around It- security probably I mean im sure the state doesnt want kids to vandalize it
--Fair- Fair enough-- answered--Anything else?
He thinks for a brief moment,pursing his lips--Sadly no- But I guess I can ask my dad- hes ex military. Might know a thing or two
Lucas eyes widen,a little surprised--Theres veterans here?
--kinda! Me and my family moved here around...three years ago. Mostly world war two, like my dad!--He chirped-- Ah,hold on-Now you opened pandoras box I love talking about my family
--Kid, i got nuthin but time. Ramble away--He answers,seeing the younger guy pull out a photo and handing it to him.
On the picture theres obviously Laz,though hes covered in piercings and dressed like a goth. Beside him is his younger sister,brown eyes and a gold underdye, bright green eyes full of mirth, shes dressed like a punk.
His eyes turn to the taller figures behind them both, his gaze turns...puzzled-- before you say anything, we're adopted-- Laz says with a slight smile at the other Mans confusion.
--I- sorry
--Dont be
Lucas returns his gaze to the Man behind the siblings,taller and well built,covered in scars and marks over his eye and cheek and a lot of freckles on his coppery skin. Beside him is an even taller woman, probably around his own height (6'10),she has beautiful dark brown skin,her afro covers her eyes and shes built on the bigger side, her lips have a warm grin.
--This is Raymond,my dad--Lazaro points at the Man with thay Cooper colored skin-- And this is Eryz,my mamma-- he gestures at the woman with the afro-- Aaaaand~ This is my sister --He points at the smaller woman beside his photo self. He grins at the soldier.
Its clear Laz is just messing with Lucas, he plays along because its just a 20 something being a teasing dipshit. Hes been there before,did the same dumb shit and he just decides to play along.
--nice family--Lucas answers with a smirk-- Gotta say your dad doesnt look his age-you said he was in world war two?
The barkeeper nodds--Good genes,hes like... sixty five?
He could relate to being "old" and spry, so he doesnt say anything other than--Fair --And then he remembers something, now that hes here he might as well ask about that therapist--A friend of mine June,says she knows a guy whose sister is a patient of uh..doctor Wales I believe?
--Oh no way you know June?-- Laz exclaims,happy to be reminded of his friend-- yeah,its my sister who is a patient of his
--The world really is small,huh?
--Hah! Yeah it is
Lucas chuckles a little flustered-- You dont happen to have his number do you?
--Ill ask my sister and give it to you Next time you come around--He replied, non-chalant. Not his bussiness to know why would the Man need it.
--Thats, thats really nice
He shrugs-- we all need help,come by tomorrow and I should have it- I promise you wont have to buy a beer for it
The soldier laughs loudly, nodding along with joy. Perhaps he can make a friend out of Lazaro, he could use the company--Hah, thanks for that- I dont exactly have money comin' out of my eyeballs here
Lazaro snorts at the metaphor, turning his head a little-- Pff! Fair enough!
After his beer,he pays and leaves the bar. Soon he returns to his van and decides to spend the rest of the day walking around The park, he does notice the bunker,though he keeps the visor of his cap well over his face just in case.
The bunker is old,overgrown and with a Giant radio antenna coming out of It. Theres a big chance thats where the experiments are taking place, so close yet so damn far.
He doesnt linget just in case,but he does stay nearby one of the small lakes there to Journal and relax.
"Log entry:
Finally at Milton Haven, its a relief to be here after everything. Been mingling with the locals, the town seems...quiet. I like it.
Made contact with the park people here and met a barkeeper, he told me about Fort Sonder. I suspect thats where the experiments are taking place, probably where that Dr.James is holed up.
Progress,baby steps..
Im closer and closer to finally set the record Straight."
He closes his Journal just as the sun starts to set, a sigh leaves him and he starts walking back to the van,making sure to avoid the bunker.
Luckily,he doesnt have to spend too much time living in his van. Soon enough Sally finds him and tells him he can start with the repairs.
Not a week into his little home renovation proyect,he meets Lazaro's dad,Raymond. He had offered to help him out on the repairs since its quite a lot- Lucas saw no danger in it and he accepted.
--What brings you to Milton-Haven?--Asked Raymond, helping him to set the insulation in the walls.
--Following up on an old friend--Its the best he can answer, nervously pushing back the stray hairs that dont care for being hold back by the red bandana on his head--Last I heard hes here
--Maybe i can help,whats his name?
He panicked and replied--Romeo-
--Dont know any Romeos,sadly--Ray answered,making sure to give the wall a good coat of spray foam.--havent been here long so maybe I just missed it
Okay,thank god hes not asked to elaborate--Maybe he moved,I honestly dont know
When the cabins all repaired,Raymond takes Lucas out for a beer at Dyonisus' Bar. They chat and slowly get into the talk about their service in the military.
Thats when Raymonds age start to show, he talks about world war two with a distant look in his eyes and bitter woe hid underneath his casualness.
Nothing Lucas hasnt seen before,he knows it first hand. So return, he opens up about Vietnam,and a little bit about Wheeler.
《You don't wanna hurt me (yeah, yeah, yo)
But see how deep the bullet lies (yeah, yeah, yo)
Unaware I'm tearin' you asunder (yeah, yeah, yo)
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts (yeah, yeah, yo)
Is there so much hate for the ones we love? (Yeah, yeah, yo)
Oh, tell me, we both matter, don't we? (Yeah, yeah, yo》
Music fills the silence that forms when hes done talking about Wheeler's death. Of course he doesnt tell the full story,but its good to Open up about it somewhat.
--That sounds...rough--Ray says leaning on the bar with this look of...fatherly pity in his eyes.--im so sorry, kid.
Its that damn petname that really makes his heart squeeze and churn and hurt like hell. Yet he nodds,holding Back the tears that threaten to form and expose him.
--Its- ive been dealing with it--He replied, taking a swig from his beer-- I got to talk about it with a friend we both knew, she gave me this,actually-- He gestures at the red bandana he has tied on his left wrist.
--Talking helps-- The older Man said, figuring he shouldnt pry. Though his gaze lingers on his companions bleary-- Crying too,no shame in crying
Lucas feels a little exposed- Did his eyes betray him somehow?. He clears his throat and avoids telling Ray he sounds quite a lot like Wheeler did.
After that night,Lucas moves into the place, at least the basics like his radio equipment and his cot. But he sleeps a little easier knowing he has a place to call home for a while, its a nice upgrade from living in a van crammed with Gear.
When he gets a phoneline, he calls up Dr.Wales. he had the whole thing rehearsed,he Hated calling.
--Hello?--Says a Man, of a somewhat deep but welcoming voice.
--Morning Mr.Wales --Lucas tries his best to Keep his tone steady--Im a friend of Lazaro's, his sister is a patient of yours.. I-- he makes a pause, knowing this is the first step towards recovery. He just needs to set one foot after the other-- I wanted to schedule an appointment
--Yes, of course--Dr.Wales answers,seeminly going through his schedule given the fact that the sound of flipping paper can be heard-- I think theres a space for you Next month, sounds good? Im kind of pretty busy until the end of this one
--Yes- its uh,no Biggie.
They talk for a bit,just bureocratic things like scheduling and fee discussion. After that,Lucas sits on the one person sofá hes got and rubs his eyes.
Maybe he should call up Jane and tell her the news,Surely she'd like to know hes getting help. So,he does- And admits he misses her already.
Now that hes got a "Base of operations" he tries to Catch that frequency again, now that hes close this should make it easier to eavesdrop. And he could confirm or deny his suspicion that the bunker in the park held the lab.
The few times he catches things they sound...oddly muffled. Perhaps this Dr.James had been moved to the bunker and thats why the transmission sounds so...weak?
It leads him to create what he called a "Radio Beacon",A modified walkie talkie.Now he could tune in on the frequency from the bunker, Its just a little clearer with this. And,it gives him a good side proyect to Keep his mind occupied when hes not working as a groundskeeper.
He figures that going from soldier to Park ranger is a good change of pace. He gets to be there in the great outdoors,helps people out and its mostly left to his own devices-Great cover for when hes walking around the Park late at night.
Lazaro was right, this town is quite calm and quiet. He really likes it.
One night, as he returns from his day as a firewatch(he covered sometimes for the actual firewatch guy,Eliott) he finds a cardbord envelope in his doorstep.
Hes careful to both Grab it and Open it, within it he finds a white paper that seems to be the personal Log of Doctor...Rosemary james. Taped to the page was a simple note.
"I wont tell if you dont. -Spider"
Lucas chuckles and proceeds to read the document, nursing a cup of coffee as the radio plays.
《And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get Him to swap our places
Be runnin' up that road
Be runnin' up that hill
Be runnin' up that building (yo)
Say, if I only could, oh》
When hes done Reading,he goes to work on his board. He would like to think its not a conspiracy board but he can only lie to himself so much...
He finds humor in it though,and simply keeps working with what hes got. A few red threads here,some more notes over there...
In a sense,he finds pride in this work-In this mission he decided to embark on. A chance at vindication,right?
《Oh, come on, baby (yeah)
Oh, come on, darlin' (yo)
Let me steal this moment from you now
Oh, come on, angel
Come on, come on, darlin'
Let's exchange the experience (yo), oh, ooh, ooh》
--Lucas....Cole.... do you read?--Comes from his radio equipment. A garbled mess.
No,its not from the radio- its...
His head?
Lucas turns violently, seeing a woman behind him- or what he thinks is a woman. Shes covered in blue light and radio waves.
--Rosemary?--He asks,and just like that the visage is gone-- What the- no,cmon-- He runs to the equipment to try and tune into the frequency, though he finds no success in it.
To his credit,he really did try everything, even walking up near the bunker with his radio Beacon. But It seems that his luck had run out,for now at least.
《And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get Him to swap our places
I'd be runnin' up that road
Be runnin' up that hill
With no problems》
And that night,as he sits on his cot journaling his eyes drift to the picture hes got with Alphonso. He smiles with nostalgia and returns his gaze to his Journal.
He sighs with that same bittersweet air--Finally here Man.-- he takes the picture and plays with one of the edges of it-- Im making things right
Lucas rips out a piece of paper and writes on it for a few minutes. Then,he sets it on his nightstand, taking a few moments to read it before heading to bed.
"I pray for you,Alphonso,
As I do every night
That your soul May be at peaceful rest.
That you watch over your brothers,here amongst the living
Where you should be
If it were not for dire mistakes
And unfortunate circumstances.
I beg for your forgiveness and your help,friend.
Give me strength
To overcome those who seek to enslave our minds.
To shine a light to those in darkness
To restore faith in those who are lost.
Amen"
Lucas Cole had finally reached Milton Haven.
And he would set the record Straight.
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A large ancient oak table stands proudly in the centre, straining with scattered open books, piles of battered tomes and ink stained quills. It is here that hobbits gather for lively discussions, sharing their insights and discoveries over cups of steaming, sweet black tea. The walls are littered with intricate maps and sketches, capturing the essence of Middle-earth and inspiring the imaginations of those who enter.
Greenleaf is more than just a repository of books. It is a sanctuary; a place where hobbits embark on intellectual journeys, broadening horizons while deepening their love for stories and learning. It is a testament to the rich tapestry of hobbit culture and their appreciation for the written word. All are welcome here.
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