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sumireyaaa · 2 years

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Lady.

A oneshot, in which Tomioka Giyuu promised of his devotion to a lady of the main house of wisteria.

A gentle smile slowly etched upon her rouged lips in gratitude as she let two of her ladies in waiting to wrap her petite frame in ivory silk robes, adorned with sewed patterns of the petals of a plum blossom tree. A koshihimo was then tied around her waist before they started to flatten any visible wrinkle on the fabric.

With a family name such as hers, flowers have always had a special place - being used as a crest of their rank and business. Though, the plum blossom isn't that of their family crest.

Soon after, one of the ladies then reached for the obi - with the same ivory silk as its initial material and a golden decorative silk embroidered onto it - laying on the wooden stand, wrapping it around the woman's body while making sure to tie it on the back.

The exhausted feeling that haunts her are well hidden behind the calmness that lingers on her facial features, reflected on the mirror in front of her. Eyes - resembling a kaleidoscope of shades of green - are emphasized with the wisteria hair pin that is placed neatly on her twin braids that is up in two low buns as though her pair of eyes are that of the flower's leaves.

A small scar on the area above her left brow is still visible even under several layers of make up. A tiny flaw to some but as part of a family that provide support to both the imperial family. She is a lady that is keep away from battle at all cost, not once having to step foot at a patch of ground that is rained down by blood.

With one last look at her reflection, Tomoe turned to give the two older ladies - who already are beside the sliding door - a bow in gratitude. With a peach kinchaku in hand that contains her little to none personal belongings, she exited her room and leisurely head towards to the common room where another set of the family servants awaits her appearance.

"We wish you safe travel, Tomoe-sama." They all bowed down in her presence as she passes them by, keeping her head held high just as she was trained to.

"Ojo-sama, the cartage is ready." A man in his mid-thirties announced to her, offering her a hand as she made an effort to lift her feet on the mini set of stairs on the cartage's entrance. She took his hand and let him help her situate safely inside the vehicle, nodding at him in thanks before the man close the door. A frown, however, made its way to her facial features when her gaze fell upon the amount of baggage that lays in front of her on top of the other chair. Its contents technically are her belongings still, yet any of it never was used for her own well being.

Disgarding the heavy feeling that appeared to plague her mind with thoughts that she never wishes upon anyone else, she simply turned away from the sight of the stacked up luggages and averted her gaze to the window beside her. Only did she noticed then that the horses pulling on the heavy wagon have already started to move. The sun is high up in the sky, shining upon the land that is mostly littered with greenery. There aren't any establishment in sight. There only is the rows and rows of newly planted rice fields and the road in between them that they are traveling across in.

Her family knew better than most than to travel far - or at all - at night. There are creatures that hid amongst the dark whenever half the world sleeps. Humanity, who thought of themselves to be the ones on top of the food chain became the preys of those nocturnal beings. Not many slipped through the tiny gaps between the grasp of death to tell the dangers of encountering one and even if they did manage to survive, they are just way too traumatized beyond healing to live a normal life after such experience.

It wasn't the case for her ancestors though, for they were saved by members of an underground organization that swore to eradicate those vile beings from existence. Tomoe was told multiple times by her parents that without the help from that said vigilantes, she wouldn't even be in this pathetic and unjust world to exist. To epitomize, her family swore to serve the Demon Slayer Corps in every ways that they can.

It is clear as a glass bead how dedicated the Ayanokoji family is to serving the organization. With the many wisteria rest houses littered all over the country under the family who closely works with the imperial family, they try to cater the needs of the members of the Demon Slayer Corps when they are out on a mission.

Before she realized it, the cartage is already entering the Corps' headquarters and soon to be entering the residence of the master of the organization after switching drivers with a kakushi.

Taking a deep breathe as she made her way out of the cartage, Tomoe almost wanted to return home right then and there. It wasn't an option though. It never is. With wisteria as the crest that the Ayanokoji family holds, it is binding for each member to help the organization in every way that they can offer. Thus, the reason of the profession her parents chose for her.

"It is my pleasure to be in your presense, Oyakata-sama." Tomoe smiled as she gently bowed down on his presence, daring not to face him as she did so. She knew better than to do so. Bringing a tarnish to the family name is deemed worthy of a harsh punishment after all.

"We will soon to be going to meet the hashiras for a meeting. I will be introducing you to them then." The man dismisses her after they tackled on what she shall do for the next few days.

"If that is what you wish." She replied, rising on her feet when he gestured for her to. Not daring to question anything he says.

And soon enough after hearing the issues discussed about a pair of siblings being part of the corps even if one of them is a demon, it is already time for her to make her appearance. Walking in with the master's cue, a few comments were made.

"Ah, Tomoe-san." Muichiro spoke, managing to focus his gaze on her gaze before sighing.

"I'm glad that you still remember the person who nursed you back to health." The master have spoken, continuing the introduction.

"Ayanokoji Tomoe-san studied medicine for years to someday help the Demon Slayer Corps as part of the family who are most likely known to you instead as the ones who manage the wisteria resting houses. I believe that some of you have already met her."

"She doesn't really talk." Shinobu, who met her through staying in the main wisteria estate, spoke.

"She's a soft spoken maiden." Gyomei said, recalling how he first saw her conversing with a few slayers who stayed in the same wisteria house.

Right then and there, Giyuu couldn't hide away the soft smile that appeared to adorn his usually stoic face. Only he knew that she doesn't shut up.

Tomoe averted her eyes from the master and smoothly glance at the water hashira's way, catching his focused gaze on her.

It doesn't take long for the meeting to be ajorned and so, Tomoe slowly made her way out to go to the mansion that her family owns within the headquarters - in which she will stay and treat the hashiras if they ever get injured in battle. A few members of the demon slayer corp, who are not out on a mission for the night, quietly whispers with each other with their eyes locked on her form as she passes by. She couldn't bring herself to place the blame on them though as it definitely wasn't usual for them to see someone be out on the headquarters with a full blown kimono.

Though the presence that seemed to follow her from the moment she made her way out is still present, she couldn't bring herself to worry. The presence itself is serene like a lake in a summer night.

Walking through a road inside the very heart of the headquarters where most of the highest ranked members of the corps reside made her feel at ease, knowing that despite the bright moon that shines upon it is that no vile creatures awaits to cruelly take her life. The very origin of those demons kept her awake at night in days of her childhood when it was repeatedly told to him as a bedtime story. A reminder to uphold to the promise to commit oneself to support the saviors that dedicates their lives for the safety of humanity.

"Tomioka-sama, my family's estate is in view now. You can be on your way back to yours now." She spoke in the same gentle tone that she is instructed to use, halting her steps yet not bothering to turn around to face him as she can hear his steps approaching her from behind.

"You never called me that before." The water hashira uttered out before continuing to walk, matching her timid steps caused by the restricted fabric of her clothing. The woman merely smiled, keeping her gaze in front to avoid his deep blue eyes.

Giyuu lowered his gaze to the ground as the silence persists, yet it wasn't as awkward as he personally thought it would be. Beside him is the same woman who mend him and his friends back to health in their mentor's house way back then when she was asked to travel to different mentors to make sure of their health. The same woman who he regularly visit in the main wisteria house as she receives lessons on medicine.

"Since I officially joined the corps now as a healer, I am under you and any other demon slayers in terms of ranks. It is only respectful to call you with a honorific that is worthy position." She stated, reffering to his earlier statement just as they now stood in front of the Wisteria Estate.

In his eyes, she completely look fine beside the extravagant estate. Both look as though they came from the same high status. With the luxurious fabric that clad her frame to the fine accessories adorning her hair, it really didn't scream the bubbly kendo martial artist back in his mentor's care. Though the same spirit that her eyes lingers with never faded despite the layers of make up that receives much more attention.

She have already made it clear way back that in a family like hers, women are only ever expected to be married off to a man of high status to ensure the connections. Heck, she is even considered to be favored enough to study medicine.

"Then I order you to call me as you used to." He muttered under his breathe, just loud enough for only her to hear. With lips slightly agape at what he stated, she spoke with a bow.

"As you wish, Giyuu-kun."

And with that, she invited him inside. Although the swordsman anticipated the warmth that her abode, he soon found himself sitting on the wooden hallway out in the garden as he waited for Tomoe to remove all the expensive fashion accessories that her ladies in waiting dressed her in.

It was no longer than twenty minutes to get all of it off herself and get changed into a much comfortable clothing. Slowly, she approached him with lingering admiration on her eyes before she sat beside him with quite a distance between them. Her eyes then found themselves on the ground, refusing to look at him straight to the face. Though with his next words, her gem like eyes could not do anything but stare at him.

"The moon... is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" Giyuu hesitantly uttered out, looking upwards to the celestial body up in the heavens above - not sure if he could look at her in the eye after what he just said. Tomoe hummed in reply, not bothering to look up as well as she focus her eyes on his face. It still bear the same stoic expression but taking a closer look, a slightly reddish hue can be seen spreading on his cheeks.

"It truly is." She slightly frowned when their surroundings dimmed, a cloud blocking out the light that the moon emits. Her body tensed as a thought as dark as the night sky appeared inside her head, taking over it as though the cloud that blocks away any light.

The water hashira felt the atmosphere shifts, the night getting colder and young lady besides him getting more quiet.

"Will you promise to return to me safely?" She asked as she turned to face him, tears slowly falling from her eyes as though a continuous stream.

"I promise." He muttered, taking her hand in his before bringing it to his lips.

"I will always be back for you." With his words, the moonlight shines upon them once again. The darkness that once surrounds them was soon lifted and so was the thoughts of ever losing one another.

🌙

That would be all for today, may all of us have a wonderful day to spend.

Let us daydream with our chin in the palm of our hands.

#giyuu #demon slayer giyuu tomioka #demon slayer #giyuu tomioka imagine #tomioka giyuu #demon slayer tomioka #kny giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines

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pynkhues · 3 years

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I hope you post your c & c Christmas fic! I am having a horrible Christmas alone bc of covid 19 and could use a little cheering up.

I’m so sorry you had a horrible Christmas alone, anon! And I know this is a few days late and a few dollars short, but I hope the first scene (and it’s a doozy of a scene at 3k words haha) from it helps?

I’m trying to finish the fic now, so fingers crossed I have it all up by tomorrow. It’s ended up being really long, haha, so hopefully people still want a monster Christmas fic four days after Christmas! 😊

“No.”

And damn, if Rio doesn’t pop an eyebrow at that.

“No?”

The question is enough to make Jane’s bottom lip wobble as she rocks in her galoshes, the sound of her wet socks squelching inside them making somethin’ in Rio’s head twitch, because shit – he’d tried to get her out of them at the back door. Tried to pick her up and cart her upstairs to the tub, ready to wash the snow Kenny had shoved down the back of her parka off, but she hadn’t wanted that neither. Had been content to dart beneath his arm the second he’d lugged Marcus up with his other; even more content to leave a trail of sludgy footprints behind her through the kitchen like she wanted him to follow, and he hadn’t exactly.

Or y’know, he had until she’d dashed past him again and he’d gotten a hand into the hood of her jacket.

“So you don’t want to get in there with him, huh?” Rio asks now, jerking his head back to where Marcus is already sprawled out in the tub, fuckin’ blissed out, his skinny arms slung over the rim and his body submerged in the steamy, sudsy water ‘til he looks like some eight-year-old mafia don. It’d make Rio grin – does – until he meets Jane’s look again, her bottom lip still wobbling as she furiously shakes her head, her rabbit beanie slipping down her icy wet hair.

Rio frowns.

“You ain’t cold?”

And shit, he knows she is.

Knows it because the second he’d pulled up to Glenvale Elementary School today to pick ‘em up, she’d been cold. A last-day-of-school snowball fight havin’ ballooned out until the faculty were left frantically trying to dry off forty shivering kids, and whatever, Rio had thought. It was good for them. Work hard, play hard gotta start somewhere, and he’d plucked Jane and Marcus’ tooth-chattering selves out of the fray and blast the car heaters the whole way home, but the second they’d tumbled out of the car, Kenny had thrown a snowball himself, and a fresh fight had begun.

And okay, maybe he should’ve stopped it sooner than he did, but he had Mick on call and the last drops to organise before the holidays, because apparently people buyin’ up supplies of prescription drugs as gifts for sick family members is a straight up thing (and call Rio Father Christmas, because damn if he ain’t deliverin’ on the fuckin’ miracle. Ain’t even price gouging, although that’s more because Elizabeth had turned a particular shade of purple at the prospect and he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he’d bloated prices, but - - damn, it would’ve put at least two of the kids through college.)

Point is, maybe he meant to pull ‘em in after half an hour, but by the time he finally got back outside it’d been close to two full hours and the kids were all red-nosed and tremblin’, their clothes soaked through, the evening just starting to yawn above them to swallow the last of the light whole.

“No,” Jane repeats now, sullen this time, and Rio feels his nostrils flare in irritation as he stares back down at her. At least the room is warm enough, he thinks, watching the steam curl the ends of her wet hair, the ebb of the heating warping the air as it pours from the floor vents. The kids’ bathroom is one of the rooms they’ve refit over the last year – a pet project of Elizabeth’s that Rio had found himself involved in, mostly because he almost got as much of a thrill out of inventing organisational systems as she did. The big, low white tub set back against the wall with polka dotted wallpaper above it, gold light fittings and a long, deep blue vanity that had as much storage as they could ever need. Still – it didn’t stop one of Emma’s bikini’d Barbie’s and a fuckin’ deluge of rubber sea animals from taking up space around the room.

“I’m a grown up,” Jane adds, sniffing wetly, pulling his attention back, and Rio’s second eyebrow raises to meet his first. “Grown ups don’t have baths with boys.”

“Om has baths with daddy,” Marcus says helpfully from the tub, and Rio gestures back at him, taking in the way Jane just huffs out a breath and stomps her little foot against the white honeycomb tiles and it figures, Rio thinks, that one of Elizabeth’s kids would end up with the fuckin’ stubborn powerball in that genetic lottery.

Figures it’d be Jane too.

“That’s different, they have to share everything because they’re a mommy and an od.”

At least the others ain’t this stubborn, he reminds himself, scrubbing a hand back over his head. At least he’d been able to pile ‘em up with towels and sweats and direct them to the downstairs bathroom while he handled Jane and Marcus, but then again - -

He trains his ears to hear ‘em – Emma and Danny’s giggles sounding through the floor beneath his feet, loud even over the downpour of the shower, and then:

The flush of a toilet.

Kenny screams.

Right.

Lotta other balls in that genetic lottery too though, huh?

He exhales sharply.

“A’ight,” he says, looking back down at Jane’s pink little face. “You don’t gotta share a bath since you’re all grown, but you can’t stay in your wet clothes.”

And it’s weird then – the look that Jane levels him with. Somethin’ too hard in the set to her mouth and too open in her wide green eyes, and Rio’s frown deepens, brow furrowing, because there’s somethin’ in that look that tells him this ain’t entirely just about stubbornness, when suddenly Marcus chimes in from the tub.

“Soup.”

And shit, no, they’re havin’ pizza for dinner – Rio’s already ordered it – but before he can say as much, Jane’s nose is wrinkling up and she’s rolling those too wide eyes and that hard set to her mouth is softening, and huh, Rio thinks. They ain’t talking about dinner either.

“Soup doesn’t have bubbles, Marcus.”

“This one does!” he tells her easily, and Rio turns to watch his son glide his hands through the bathwater, catching soapsuds, a too-innocent grin on his face. “It’s an alien soup. Like - - like from Neptune. I got abducted! I’m gonna get eaten! Help me, Officer Janey!!”

With that, he slides down into the water, flails his skinny legs up above the surface, fake yelling, and Rio huffs, exasperated as water spills over the top of the tub, but can’t quite hide the twitch at his lips when he sees Jane’s look tear – the urge to play too already warring on her face as she steps closer.

“No, Marcus! We can play later, not - - ”

“Help!! Hel - - blergh.”

Marcus splutters around a mouthful of soapsuds, and Rio does roll his eyes this time, grabbing a washcloth from the sink to wipe his son’s face.

“You gonna help him, Officer Janey?” he asks, glancing back from Marcus and they can all see Jane’s resolve weakening. She shifts her weight, puffs out her cheeks, and then, just like that, she caves.

“Okay, Sir Marcus, I’ll get you home for Christmas.”

And thank fuck for that, Rio thinks, keeping his expression carefully in check as Marcus grins in delight, squirming back up the side of the tub to make room for her. It only takes a minute for her to peel off her jacket, leaking freezing water everywhere in the process, and Rio edges forwards, starting to help her when his cell phone buzzes in the back pocket of his jeans. He pulls it out, checks the number, and hooks it under his ear as he crouches down beside Jane.

“’ey,” he says, and immediately he’s met with a wave of sound from the chaos of the mall – the tinny, tinkling melodies of Christmas songs and the thrum of shoppers, the distant sounds of static announcements and the too-close bray of Annie’s laugh, but it’s Elizabeth who replies, her voice clear and clean as a bell.

“Hi. Did we decide on the flatware set for your sister in the end? They’ve got one on sale here at this cute little kitchen place, and - - ”

Rio sighs, annoyance sparking at the fraying edges of his patience. He lifts up Jane’s leg as she dangles herself over the edge of the tub, pulling off one of her galoshes, and then the other, cringing when her soaked pink socks settle back on the floor, leaving a smear of dirty water on the tiles.

“We decided no, mami,” he tells Elizabeth over the line, pulling off Jane’s socks in one rough motion as Jane makes a grab for a rubber fish. “We already got her the - - ”

“Towels, I know, but she didn’t have enough forks for us when we were there last week, and if that’s going to be a regular thing now, I really think we should get her the extra flatware set.”

And shit, Rio thinks, moving to kneel so he can peel off Jane’s sopping wet sweater and shirt as she kicks off her jeans and undies, it figures.

It figures because Elizabeth’s been pressed about Carmen’s place since Carmen and Matt finally separated back in August, splittin’ up their assets and sellin’ the house. It had been a long time comin’, and Rio couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased about it – after all, him and Carmen hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye, but shit, she was his sister and she was a boss bitch, and Matt had always been the sort of belly crawlin’ fuck who’d soured at any woman who was more of one than him.

Anyway, it didn’t take all that much to figure out that Elizabeth was watchin’ Carmen’s marriage dissolve and her new life as a single mom with the sort of projecting fixation that - - shit - - just dredged up baggage.

Still, it was kind of fuckin’ funny too to watch Elizabeth try to help Carmen in the way she wouldn’t let anyone do for her back when she finally called it with her own dumbass ex.

“Yeah, those towels weren’t cheap,” Rio says into the phone, standing up and grabbing Jane underneath her icy arms to swing her into the hot water beside Marcus, letting her eyes slip shut briefly when Jane kicks a fresh wave of hot water onto the floor of the bathroom.

“Neither is cooking dinner for seven extra people.”

Grabbing his cell properly now that Jane’s in the tub, Rio drops his free arm down, grabbing Jane and Marcus’ wet clothes off the floor and striding out of the room, down the stairs and beelining for the laundry. He grins, pleased, when he sees Emma’s already put her own snow clothes in the washing machine, even if she’s managed to spill washing powder all over the floor in the process of it.

“One thing,” he sing-songs over the bustle of the mall behind Elizabeth’s voice. “Everyone’s gettin’ one thing. If you want to get Carmen the flatware set, that’s two things.”

And he can’t even see her, but he can feel Elizabeth bristle down the line.

“I might not be as quick with the books as you, but I do know basic math, thank you.”

Which - - shit, not what he meant. He grabs a rag out of the laundry cabinet, dropping down to wipe up the powder.

“Nah, you ain’t hearin’ me. I know you, Elizabeth. You get Carmen two things, you gettin’ everyone two things – Aida, my mom, your sister, your friend – we ain’t doin’ that this year. We decided that.”

Vaguely he can hear her sister laugh over the line again, and then Ruby say:

What about…

“No, I think she has one of those already,” Elizabeth replies, and Rio sighs, tossing the rag into the washing machine with the kids’ clothes. Vaguely, he can hear footsteps down the hall behind him, Jane and Marcus still playing in the tub, the shower a few rooms up, and he still has some business calls to make tonight, and damn, weren’t they going to figure out which presents were from Santa and which were from them later too? He checks his watch and frowns.

“Elizabeth, what time you comin’ home?”

“Soon,” she tells him quickly, then, to one of the others: “No, that’s too much.”

Suddenly, a cold little hand grabs his wrist, and Rio glances down to see Emma clutching at it, already decked out in her pink fleecy sweats and rainbow fuzzy unicorn slippers, which’d be fine if her hair wasn’t hanging wet, soaking into the back of her dressing gown. He frowns, pushes his cell between his shoulder and head again to pull a hair elastic off his wrist and tie her hair back up off her neck.

“Od, can we watch Frozen tonight?”

And Rio briefly blanches at that, but grunts in affirmation, letting her go only for Emma to come back and cling to his hand again, splaying his fingers so she can fit her own between his. He blinks down at her curiously, picking up his cell again with his other hand, because damn, it ain’t like she’s never held his hand before – she’s always been a touchy kid – but he figured she’d be out of sight the second he told her she could put Frozen on. Like she’s seen the look on his face, she squeezes his hand and sidles closer until she’s practically on top of his leg, and so Rio crouches down instead, lugging her up and carrying her out of the laundry and over to the living room, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as she clings to his side.

“Annie, stop it,” Elizabeth says, annoyance growing in her tone, and Rio rolls his eyes, depositing Emma on the couch, and okay, maybe the kid’s just tired, he thinks, watching as she nestles back in the cushions, her big blue eyes only half-lidded.

He flicks on the TV while Elizabeth babbles to Annie and Ruby in his ear, like she’s half-forgotten to hang-up, and he’s about to do it himself instead when he hears the name Dean pop outta Annie’s mouth, which - -

Fuck that.

His jaw tightens, loosens, tightens again.

“Thought we weren’t doin’ all of that this year,” he hums, tryin’ to keep his voice light as he loads up Frozen on Disney+ and grabs one of the blankets to toss over Emma, because wasn’t that dumbass ex of hers off in Nevada this year with his new girl’s family?

“What?”

And sure, play dumb, baby, Rio thinks, striding out of the room as Emma wriggles down in the blanket. He heads back towards the corridor, hearing Jane squeal somewhere upstairs and Marcus laugh as he moves towards the downstairs bathroom.

“Thought we had the place and everyone in it to ourselves.”

“We do,” she tells him quickly, and he can hear her moving herself, walkin’ maybe – her sister’s voice getting further away.

“We ain’t changin’ plans.”

Because fuck – they’re a week out from Christmas, and they had shit on lock this year. Had decided on that together too after the whole mess of last year with Elizabeth having to do the six hour round trip to take the kids to South Haven after Dean’s car had broken down (fuckin’ allegedly, Rio thinks with a snort, because he could smell that bullshit a mile away).

“The plan isn’t changing,” she promises, raising her voice a little to be heard over the roaring opening chords of Last Christmas. “We’re still hosting everyone, and the kids are staying with us, it’s just - - something’s just come up which is - - I mean. It’s really not anything you need to worry about. I’ll tell you when I get home.”

Exhaling harshly, Rio scrubs a hand back over his head again, and shit – if this means Dean’s comin’ again - -

He pauses, distracted suddenly by the sight of Danny bouncing from foot-to-foot outside the bathroom, shaking with cold in his parka and beanie, melted snow dripping from his hair, waiting still for his turn in the bathroom. With a grunt of irritation, Rio strides up the hall, banging heavily on the door only to hear a strained in a minute from Kenny through the crack, and Jesus, Rio thinks.

Teenagers.

He covers the mouthpiece of the phone, glancing down at Danny who just shifts his weight again, snow-pale except for his bright red nose as he stares up at him.

“Use our bathroom,” he tells him, jerking his head upstairs towards his and Elizabeth’s en suite and Danny blinks owlishly back at him, shivering still, and Rio jerks his head in instruction again because it’d be just his luck to have to cart the kid to hospital for hypothermia again.

“Is everything okay there?” Elizabeth asks as someone says is this all today, ma’am?

“Fine,” Rio says shortly, and then, just to annoy her: “I’ll tell you when you get home, yeah?”

And it works, if her huff is anything to go by, and then when he hears cash or card? his lip curls.

“Elizabeth, don’t get the flatware set.”

The last thing he hears before she hangs up is the ring of the cash register.

#there's a lot going on it which you can probably tell from this excerpt haha #it ended up being a bit plot heavy #and a bit angsty #but still v christmas-y #and of course with a nice big hea #the center and circumference #fic asks #my fic #welcome to my ama #Anonymous

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lumenari-moved · 4 years

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THE AFTERLIFE. ( Lucifer — the Queen of Hel, the God of Death and the Underworld. )

Humanity thinks there are two places you can go upon your death; heaven or hell. This isn't true, regardless of what the general population believes. There is only one option after death, and it's Hel.

When Lucifer gave the gift of free will to Adam and Eve, it was followed by punishment from God. Banishment, and a mortal life. They were forced to leave Eden, and become mortals with souls. These souls were doomed to roam earth as ghosts and spirits, unseen by those that still live.

After the civil war, and after Lucifer spent a great deal of time possessed, she took responsibility for this, as it was a direct result of her actions. She crafted an afterlife within Hel, where human souls could become cleansed and pure again, before they would be reborn.

There are seven circles in Hel. The seventh circle is the deepest. This is where Lucifer's creations dwell that she created while possessed. This is the most secured circle of Hel. Barely anything escapes, if anything at all.

The sixth through first circles of Hel are completely reserved for human souls. They are processed and go up over time. What circle you end up on depends entirely on your soul. Those with more guilt, more baggage, go lower.

In each circle in Hel, you are confronted with your memories of your last life on earth. This starts with the worst ones that you have. Think traumas, guilt, shame. Each time you accept a memory for what it is and come to terms with it, a part of your soul is cleansed, and eventually you move up a circle in Hel.

Some souls, however, are beyond redemption. Think souls of serial killers, as an example. They are rotten. These souls immediately enter in the sixth circle, but if they make no progression, they go down to the seventh circle, and there is no way out of the seventh circle once you're put there.

If you make it all the way to the first circle, your soul will experience every single happy memory you've ever had in euphoric bliss. A reward for your trials. After that, you are released into the universe, and you will be reborn.

Lucifer is neutral. You can beg and plead with her, but if you belong in the sixth or even seventh circle of Hel, she will show you no mercy. She won't offer you an easy way out, even if she knows you and cares for you otherwise. You go where you belong. This is non-negotiable.

There is more in Hel than just the afterlife. Hel is a very big realm. Perhaps I will write more about that in the future.

#⛧ 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 ⇢ lore #i told u it was spicy #biography has been updated to reflect this change

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faulty-writes · 4 years

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Give Me Some Sugar

Warning: Has swearing. Keigo might have dropped the F-Bomb a couple times. You get the idea.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Hawks (Keigo Takami) x Reader

One way or another, this is the situation you found yourself in. Every day it seemed like you eagerly waited for your boyfriend Keigo to come home, hopefully in one piece. Sometimes it was nerve-wracking to be dating a Pro Hero, especially one so high in the ranks as Hawks. You’d worry every second if he was okay if the next time you saw him it was going to be in the hospital or worse in a casket.

Though Keigo was mindful of your worrisome thoughts and always tried to keep in contact, occasionally he’d send you a text or leave a quick voicemail letting you know everything was alright. However, his latest mission had you in panic mode. He had been gone for over two weeks and you had gotten no text, no call, no nothing from him. You were truly beginning to fear the worst had happened.

You ended up collapsing on the couch, having spent too many nights staring at your phone. Desperately hoping for any sign from your boyfriend. But instead, you ended up falling asleep. Completely unaware that Keigo was coming home, it was early in the morning when he stepped through the door. Sighing contently as he looked around and stretched his wings out.

“Ah, damn it’s nice to be home. That mission took far too fucking long.” His voice held a low tone to it, the mission had left him exhausted and part of him was expecting to come back to an empty home. But he was quick enough to spot you slumped over the couch, phone clenched in your hand with the screen still lit. “Hm, what do we have here?” Keigo curiously walked over to you.

Carefully slipping the phone from your hand, he frowned when he saw the screen was set to messages and his name was clear across the top. “Hm ...” He lowered the phone and looked over to you. “Guess I could have made a better effort to keep in contact, but ...” Shrugging, Keigo placed your phone on the nearby table before kneeling down to be level with your sleeping figure.

Slipping his gloves off, he reached over to lay his hand gently on your head. Ruffling your hair a bit to wake you up, you were a light sleeper anyway. “Hm?” You slowly opened your eyes, gasping as your body jolted back. “What the hel-” Your sentence stopped when you registered that Keigo was in front of you. Though you weren't entirely sure if you should be angry or happy.

Deciding the latter, you remained quiet. “Well hello, there sweetheart,” Keigo said with that famous smirk of his. The one he usually gave you when he was trying to get out of trouble, sometimes you fell for it. But not this time. You crossed your arms over your chest, hearing him chuckle in response to your body language.

“Aw, come on now. Your big brave hero is home. Aren't you happy? Where’s all that goddamn happiness I’m usually greeted with when I come back from a mission?” You swallowed, trying to bite back your tongue. It was near impossible to argue with Keigo given he deflected almost everything. So keeping quiet was usually the best option even if it wasn’t always the smartest. Keigo scoffed and rose to his feet.

Looming over you, he placed his hands on his hips. “Alright then ...what’s the problem here? No wait ..let me guess.” He hummed and tapped his chin, his wings expanding ever so slightly. “You’re angry at me, obviously. You’re angry because I didn’t text you, I didn’t keep in contact with you.” Though you were glaring at him from your position on the couch, you nodded.

Keigo chuckled and leaned over, causing you to gasp as he placed both hands against the back of the couch. Effectively trapping you, damn. You took a deep breath as he crept closer, his face just inches from your own. You couldn’t help but look into those eyes of his, even behind those iconic yellow shades they were still so beautifully hypnotizing.

“Well, I’m sorry sweetie ...” Keigo’s voice broke your thoughts, “But sometimes a hero doesn’t have the fucking time to look at their phone. Get that straight.” You swallowed, feeling your heartbreak at those words. Though you knew it was true, Keigo was always busy with some mission and maybe you were asking too much but you couldn’t help but worry!

You frowned, averting your eyes away from Keigo. You weren’t sure what to say, even if what he said was mean. He had a fair point, should you feel guilty for wanting his attention? You could feel him staring at you, more than likely with a raised eyebrow. Studying you further. “Come now ...” Keigo said, reaching out to place a hand to your cheek.

You sighed and looked back at him. “Keigo I ...I just worry about you! I don’t want to get that phone call that ...that you’re injured, that you’re in the hospital, that you’re dead! I can’t take it!” You exclaimed, your eyes tearing over. Keigo’s thumb wiped some of the tears that fell, but overall he stayed silent and instead pressed his forehead against yours.

“Listen, I’m only going to say this once.” Keigo’s voice clearly held some frustration to it, which is to be expected. He wasn’t the best when it came to handling your emotions. “When I’m on a mission, I can’t always fucking text you. I can’t always be on my goddamn phone because if I get caught, guess what. That’s the end of me. The end of us.” You swallowed, feeling your heart sink in your chest.

Once more, you looked away. Tears continuing to fall down your cheeks. Keigo sighed and cupped your face with both hands. “Come on, look at me ...” His voice was soft, it was a rare tone you heard. Taking a deep breath, you did as he asked. “There, now listen to this.” His eyes glanced over your face before he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t risk that happening, you wanna know why?” He questioned, making you a little curious but you shook your head.

“Because as mushy as it is to fucking say, I love you and I know you want me to say that. I love you, so damn much.” Keigo’s voice turned into a soft whisper, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. “Which is why I can’t let something so small separate us, so if I have to ignore your text ...if I have to stay quiet. Just know it’s because I love you so god damn much I’m not willing to take a risk. I’m not willing to not protect you.” He took a deep breath, feeling some weight lift off his chest.

“Now that I finally said ...are you feeling better?” He questioned, truthfully you were shocked that such words came out out of Keigo’s mouth. But one thing was certainly clear, it made you happy. Sniffling, you nodded your head. “Yes ...Keigo I ...I love you too!” You exclaimed as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms securely around him. Burying your face in his chest. Keigo groaned but accepted the hug, loosely wrapping his arms around you in return.

“Great, so now that the baggage is out of the way.” He smirked and leaned back. “Hm?” You tilted your head up, your cheeks were still moist from the tears. Keigo gently grasped your chin, brushing his nose against yours. “How about giving your hero a little sugar?”

#hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks imagine

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tysonrunningfox · 4 years

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Open Flames: Chapter 20

Also known as...the epilogue

Ao3

If I asked Fuse what her favorite part of our honeymonth was, I’d guess it was when I told my mom to ‘go away’ a little less than charitably because she thought she could interrupt our second day of wedded bliss to ask some question about some random thing that Acting Chief Hiccup could obviously handle. If Fuse asked me the same question, I’d probably say what happened immediately after I told my mom to ‘go away’, because that was a memorable way to accidentally knock the weapons rack off of the wall and then realize no one could yell at us because it is our wall.

If this hypothetical conversation happened in the first few days after the wedding, in that wave of the novelty of true, uninterruptible privacy that momentarily made Fuse do her best and mostly succeed to forget that she was pretty miserably pregnant, my answer would have garnered an enthusiastic response. Any other time in the last month she probably would have rolled her eyes and asked me to rub her feet.

Which I would have done. Happily. Without question.

As always, I’d do anything to make Fuse safer or better.

But this morning, when she assured me that burning Snoggletog breakfast didn’t make her sick while her hands curled into white-knuckled balls of pain at her side, there was nothing I could do. She told me to get the midwife with the same even voice she uses to guide shaky hands into building bombs, and I did it, moving mechanically like she always wants me to around explosives.

All day, for the first time, I haven’t been able to stop what’s hurting her. My axe hanging useless on the crooked weapons rack, fists clenched against the urge to try and take control of the uncontrollable.

“Does he need to wait outside?” The midwife asks, yanking me out of my panic, and Fuse – Fuse, who I put into this situation – has the gall to look worried about me for a mortifying second. “If he forgot how to move, I can get Arvid to drag him out by his toes.”

Not a good look for a Chief. Or a man.

Or a dad.

“Fuck,” I swear at the situation. At the house. At myself. At the obligation to compose my face, to be a Chief, to be there for Fuse even when I want to apologize over and over every time I see the contents of one of those medical buckets. “I’m good. I’m good.”

And then Fuse is breaking my hand and the midwife is encouraging her and then silence. The worst thing I’ve ever heard.

It stretches. Seconds. Years. Eons.

My useless axe couldn’t cut the tension.

My knees shake.

Then there’s a cry.

A baby’s cry.

A shrill, instantly recognizable cry that makes me want to get that axe and face outwards from the doorway, but I can’t, because the baby is wrapped in a blanket and shoved hastily in my arms while the midwife works.

“It’s a girl,” she says, offhand, like it’s not the most important thing she’ll ever say.

And the silence in my head is the loudest, longest, beat of my life, looking down at that red little face.

The baby’s furious. Beyond pissed.

I get it.

Hel, I just spent a month with nothing but Fuse and after being forced into the world I feel like sobbing. And I have distractions.

There’s something Fuse-like in the twist of the little girl’s anger. Something righteous and unhinged and the weight of my two Fuse’s slams into my chest like a battering ram.

I don’t remember sagging down against the wall, bundle in my arms. I don’t remember crying. I just know I have to wipe tears from my eyes when I hear the second cry, this one higher pitched as a wriggling, arching little thing is wrapped in another blanket.

“Another girl,” the midwife says, holding the screaming bundle in my direction.

“You mean,” I jump upright as carefully as I can, still supporting myself on the wall, scared to take even a hand off of the bundle in my arms, “both? I—”

“You’re going to have to get used to having your hands full,” she adjusts my arms with brusque, bloody hands and sets the second baby in them.

In theory, she pats my shoulder in a matronly way. I theoretically feel it and nod like her words made some kind of sense. In practice, I float, lost in two tiny, indignant faces I almost recognize.

Here they are.

After all that, here they are.

“Hand me the older one,” the midwife prompts and I reflexively shake my head, holding both bundles closer to my chest. Her eyes are irritated but kind as she raises an eyebrow, “she needs to eat. Unless you were intending to feed her.”

“I’ll feed her,” I insist mindlessly. “How—I mean, how do I feed her?”

“By handing her to your wife, Chief.” The midwife says the title like a mild admonishment, and I flush.

“Right. I knew that. I know that.” I reluctantly allow her to take the older twin, clutching the younger one to my chest as I appear by the bed, my feet insubstantial against the floor as I allow myself to take in the scene.

Fuse. Obviously exhausted, pink hair stuck to her face, head back against a pile of pillows. A baby in her arms, expression placid and overwhelmed as she listens to the midwife and tries to position the squirming bundle against her chest.

I clear my throat. She glances at me and there’s all that understanding, all that coping, all that resilience that’s always left behind after the blast. It’s all familiar, all such a relief that I can barely breathe as I sit on the edge of the bed before my quaking knees dump me on my ass.

The older twin goes to sleep after she eats, a squishy little bundle with red-brown hair tucked under Fuse’s arm as I reluctantly hand over the younger girl, her hair just starting to show blonde where it’s brushed clean on the blanket. I was hoping for pink, but she has Fuse’s nose and I don’t remember the last time I was this lost for words.

Probably when I was our babies’ age and didn’t know any words.

Gods, they don’t know any words. I have to teach them everything and keep them safe and I cradle my head in my hands, trying not to dwell on how easy it’s going to be to mess up.

“I’m going to let you two get settled while I go tell your families,” the midwife starts picking up her supplies and I sit upright.

“You’re leaving?” I fumble for the words, “does that—what if—it’s over?” I look at Fuse, all three of my Fuses, impossibly safe and tired and terrifying, because of how much they need me. Because all that’s left in me is how much I need them.

“Unless you think there’s a third.” The midwife raises that eyebrow at me, and I get the feeling she’s thinking about moving to some other island with a chief who makes sense. “I’ll be back.”

“You’re alright.” I let myself say it once the heavy front door is shut and we’re alone, let the relief bleed around it, let my hand shake now that I can’t drop anything.

“That’s one word for it,” Fuse mutters under her breath, but my expression makes her pause and she sighs, shifting a bit uncomfortably, “I will be. Just…a long day.”

“Why?” I snort even though I don’t think it’s explicitly a joke, scooting a little closer and barely biting back a sigh of relief when she lifts her head for me to slip my arm behind it, like she doesn’t hate me even after what I just put her through. “Been busy?”

“A little bit.” She glares at me, eyes blue fire, and that’s the same too, like I really managed not to lose any of her in the multiplication.

“I’ll trade you for the next one,” I glance between the two babies, still more than a little in awe of how persistently they’re existing here, “I can do the hard part while you freak out and the midwife makes fun of you.”

“Next one?” She huffs, intact eyebrow raised.

“I was operating under the impression that the grumpiness was supposed to end when you weren’t pregnant anymore,” I joke, kissing her forehead, happy pang in my stomach when that little blonde head nestles against my chest.

“To be fair, I said I’d be grumpy as long as I couldn’t see my toes,” she leans back against my arm a little harder, circles under her eyes prominent as the other baby fusses, less furious than before, little hand fisting in the blanket.

I glance at Fuse’s foot peeking out from the blankets and laugh, “and you haven’t looked yet?”

“I don’t intend to.” She almost laughs, breathy and exhausted as she leans a little harder into my side. The older twin fusses again, bordering on a cry. “Can you take her?” She asks, a little unsure of herself, holding the little blonde bundle like some rare and exciting mineral she hasn’t worked with before, but believes will combust especially impressively.

“Sure. Yeah.” I nod, apologizing at least a dozen times under my breath throughout the clumsy shuffle as Fuse adjusts the blankets and picks up the older baby, steady hand gentle against the back of her neck.

My hands feel too big, too rough, ill-equipped and shaky as my thumb brushes a blonde curl away from a tiny furrowed eyebrow. Fuse’s eyebrow as if it had never been burned, focused on something no one else can see.

“Gods, she looks like you,” Fuse mumbles, looking down at the older twin in her arms, temple on my chest.

“Are you kidding me?” I kiss the top of her head, “did you hear her screaming? All you.”

“This is your morning face,” she insists, “exactly.”

I look down at the babies, the older one’s grumpy face and the younger one’s blonde curls, seeing Fuse in every twitch of tiny fingers.

“We have to name them,” I say a bit slowly, awkwardly, trying not to show how nervous I’ve been for this part. It’s obvious that Fuse picks up on it anyway because she kisses my shirt and sighs, settling in for a conversation she’s obviously too tired to want to have. “I can’t keep referring to them as ‘older’ and ‘younger’ in my head.”

“One and two?” She offers and I shake my head.

“Of course, when I have my first opportunity to mess a kid up for life, I double down.” I can’t imagine shoving some of my own generational baggage down onto either of the nameless girls’ beautiful, wrinkled faces. I’m not going to lie, I feel like I’ve gotten off the hook a little bit because Eret IV, Hiccup IV, and Stoick III are all out of the running just due to gender.

“Sounds like you,” Fuse wakes up enough to mull the problem over properly, “they don’t look like Nuts to me.”

“Do twins names have to go together? Like a set?” I love how our house feels like an extension of my mind, like anything I think, I can say out loud and it’ll find purchase, not judgement. “Thunder and Drum. Or rhyme? Inga and Helga.” Nothing sounds right, and Fuse agrees from the way she shifts, silence heavy, shoulder digging into my ribs. “Purchase,” I gesture to the baby in her arms, “and Free Gift The Merchant Threw In For A Loyal Customer.”

“That’s a little wordy.”

“Maybe we should work off your name?” I don’t bring up mine and she doesn’t either and I love her so much I don’t know where to put it all. I’m glad for the girls to collect the love that feels like it’s spilling over. “Fuse, Grenade, and Aftershock. Casing and Powder. Blast and Shrapnel.”

She snorts half a tired laugh before sitting up a little straighter, “wait, Shrapnel.”

“I was kidding.”

“I’m not,” she tickles a chubby foot that has escaped the blanket bundle on my lap, “she is the second wave of destruction after the explosion.”

“Fuse and Shrapnel.” I mull it over and nod, “I like it. Halfway done.”

“The easy half,” she bounces the little girl in her arms.

“Just because Shrapnel is a side effect of an explosion doesn’t mean she’s not destructive,” I chide gently, that heavy bond in my chest deepening when I look at the baby on my lap and tie a name to her.

“No, I—whatever we choose has to sound good with Chief in front of it.”

“Oh.” I swallow, “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“The future Chief of Berk,” Fuse says quietly, messing with chubby fingers until the baby girl’s face furrows.

I want to deflect. To say something stupid about how Shrapnel could stage a coup at any time. I want to tell Fuse that she doesn’t have to worry about that now, just how I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to worry about the mantle of Chief’s wife.

But she’s right. And as much as I hate needing it, especially now, her support makes the hazy future feel possible.

How much can I really mess up this dad thing if Fuse is helping me?

“So, it’s got to be easy to pronounce,” I swallow hard, “you know how Christians have problems with Viking names.”

“And it has to be strong. If she looks like you this much already, of course she’s going to be strong.”

I don’t see any of my scrawny, freckled mess in the baby’s perfect little face, but it’s not the time to argue.

“I hope she’s smarter than me,” I rest my cheek on Fuse’s head, “a little quicker on the uptake, maybe. Some of your common sense couldn’t hurt.”

“So, something with some strength, some wisdom.” A smile leaks into her voice, the kind of sly smile that usually only follows billowing smoke and destruction, “something that looks good in an Edda claiming victory over an enemy.”

“There are a few Sigrids in my family tree,” I offer, “victorious, wise, easy for Christians to pronounce as they run away screaming.”

“Sigrid Haddock, Heir to the throne of Berk,” Fuse whispers like she’s scared to say it louder, like I’m not the only one who feels like I’m going to wake up to some other, worse reality. “How do we make it official?”

“I think I just tell Rolf to write it down,” I kiss her ear, the top of her head, trying to communicate how amazing she is and knowing I’ll never quite get there, “one of the perks of being Chief.”

Fuse hums in agreement, half asleep, and I’m settling in for a shift as her dedicated pillow when the front door swings open and the midwife steps inside, asking how Fuse is doing and leading a small group of people along with her.

Tuffnut is first, holding a stuffed Zippleback toy half his size with a white knuckled grip and a worried expression that I recognize as similar to my own before I realized that Fuse was ok. My mom is white faced but excited, eyes widening when she sees the baby on my lap. My dad is with her, also searching for the babies, counting really, like he also doesn’t trust the good news until he catalogs everyone.

Hiccup trails behind a little bit, as unsure if he’s invited as his name is in my head, and I kiss the top of Fuse’s head as I wiggle my arm out from behind her, standing slowly, carefully, Shrapnel’s tiny body more precious and fragile than anything I’ve ever held.

“Can you shut the door?” I ask when the Snoggletog wind whips through the room, trying not to panic when the gust of cold makes Shrapnel’s face screw up as she lets out a single, indignant cry. “It’s ok,” I bounce her like I’ve seen Rolf do, but it doesn’t seem to cheer her up any, “your grandpa is shutting the door.”

“On it,” he says too quickly, and if I weren’t so busy trying to prevent my baby from crying, I’d comment on how Hiccup sounds like he’s about to join in.

“Two healthy baby girls,” the midwife assures as the door clicks shut and my dad tosses a log on the fire without me having to ask, “one healthy mom.”

Mom.

Fuse is a mom.

It’s the first time I’ve heard it and I look up at her, again searching for some sort of change, something that’s getting away from me. But she’s still Fuse, thanking her dad for the Zippleback and rolling her eyes when he ruffles her hair.

“One overwhelmed new dad,” Hiccup jokes and I nod, willingly admitting to that much.

Dad.

I’m a dad. It’s different when people say it out loud.

“Do you want to hold her?” I ask, glancing at Fuse to double check that it’s ok, but she’s already handed off Sigrid to her dad, who’s cooing enthusiastically over her and saying something about the chaos she’ll cause.

“Y—Absolutely,” Hiccup nods and I carefully rest my daughter—I have a daughter. I have two daughters—in his arms.

“Hold her head.”

“Of course,” he says, humoring me, even as Mom steps up beside him and gives me a fond, exasperated smile.

“He has held a baby before.”

“You haven’t been a dad before,” he tells her gently, voice low as he rocks Shrapnel, “he’s got to be protective, he can’t help it.”

“She’s beautiful.” When Mom looks between her husband and me, there’s a ghost of that old ‘what if’ I used to hate on his face, but now it just makes me think about what it would have felt like not to be able to hold my baby the second they came into the world. “Older or younger?”

“Younger,” I nod, “by all of a few minutes, so I don’t know how much it matters but…”

“It’ll matter to them,” my dad points out, very carefully taking Sigrid from Tuffnut and smiling at her.

“Ruffnut never forgave me for beating her on the way out,” Tuffnut shakes his head, “you’ve got a long life of guilt trips ahead of you, little miss.” He frowns, “assuming this one is the girl twin.”

“They’re both girls,” I correct him, risking the few steps of distance from my parents to stand next to Fuse, hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, but which one’s the boy?” He asks and Fuse sighs, exhausted.

“Dad, there’s no boy.”

“But they’re twins.” Tuffnut looks around the room confused and for the first time today, the midwife is looking at someone other than me like they’re the dumbest person on Midgard.

“Twins who are both girls,” Hiccup cradles the head, like I asked, as he hands Shrapnel carefully to my mom.

“Yeah, but which one’s the boy?”

“Neither,” I say, the room feeling a little smaller than it did a few minutes ago. A little more cramped. “Because they’re both girls.”

“No, really,” he laughs, “which one’s the boy?”

I look down at Fuse, her pale face barely sustaining her irritated expression, and sometimes, the Chief mantle isn’t as heavy as I feared it would be.

“Ok, everybody out,” I clap my hands together before reaching out towards my dad, “baby please.”

“I’m just asking—”

“Tuffnut,” I nudge my chin towards the door as I accept Sigrid, “get out of my house.”

“Mom needs her rest,” the midwife is finally my ally, helping me herd the extra family towards the door.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” My mom asks, hesitant to hand Shrapnel over.

“I’m good,” I insist, feeling overwhelmed but symmetrical when she sets the baby in my free arm.

“Come on,” Hiccup takes her hand and tugs, and I don’t know what to do with how easy it is for him to be on my side right now, but I’m glad for it, “let’s get back to the feast, I have a lot to brag about.”

“If you’re sure—”

“He’s sure,” Dad helps move her towards the door and then we’re alone again. The four of us.

My family within the family.

Fuse yawns, scooting down in bed a bit with a wince that makes my chest hurt.

“Get some rest,” I look down at the babies in my arms, both of their eyes closed, their barely there weight soothing. “I’ve got this for a while.”

“You could put them down and come rest with me,” she offers, already comfortable in the center of the bed and I smile.

“Maybe later,” I shrug, barely, my always moving hands finally forced still like Fuse is always trying to do. “I’ve got a lot to tell these girls, might as well get started.”

“They need to sleep too,” she says like she feels like she has to, but she’s looking at me with a soft, hazy expression I can’t possibly deserve before she yawns again.

“I’m not stopping them.” I adjust my grip and Sigrid’s little hand escapes the blanket, fingers curling reflexively against my shirt. “They like my voice, remember?”

“I love you,” she says, quiet and sleepy, tugging the blankets further around her shoulders.

“Love you too.” I’m not sure if she hears me, because her light snores start almost immediately, chest rising and falling evenly under the covers.

I walk to the small front window, mostly to check on the snow, but the torchlight in the village catches my eye. My village.

I look down at my daughters. Our village.

“This is Berk,” I whisper, swallowing hard and watching the fluffy snow drift towards the ground, casting shadows across my babies’ faces when it passes in front of the moon. “Our home for eight—well, nine generations. It snows so much that the only way you can really tell that it’s winter is when you haven’t seen the sun for the better part of a month. The food is…mostly mutton, I’m not going to lie to you. Lots of mutton now that we have fewer dragons than ever, but that’s alright, the ones sticking around are family.”

I’m unsure what to do with the feeling that this day, this conversation, this moment is the first of many, not part of a countdown, but I’m glad for the change.

#eret iii #festerverse #that's all folks #open flames #sigrid and shrapnel haddock #are my life

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rosetta-j-stone · 3 months

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Me, after getting my suitcase back with my Slovenian books in: Wow I expected to have trouble with my cases in Slovenian but not with Slovenian in my case

#slovenian #puns #resni problemi #where in hel is baggage

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hollowlegend · 4 years

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IzuOcha Week 2020 day 1

Our flight over from Japan to Hawaii wasn't as long as I was expecting, only 8 hours in total. After we got off the plane, Ochako’s parents were ecstatic to finally be here. It's hard getting any time off when you are The Symbol of Heroism itself. Ochako and I have been dating since our third year at UA high and got together when the Meta Liberation Army attacked UA and I saved her life knowing that if she died I couldn't go on. That was five years ago and I haven't told her the true meaning to our little vacation. As far as she's aware we are bringing her parents here to spend 3 months in a five star resort on the main island. Not to flex on anyone or seem ungrateful but when you're a top ten hero let alone the number one pro hero, money isn't an object anymore. I don't do my job for it's ridiculous 12 digit salary, I do it because it is the right thing to do. The real reason I brought Ochako’s family here, including her of course, is to propose to Ochako.

Once collecting our bags from the baggage claim we make our way to the rental car center and then freak out slightly because they don't drive on the same side of the road as we do in Japan. Once collecting our car from the rental office we leave the airport destined for the main resort on the Island. King Kamehameha’s Palace resort, sounds like something out of dragon ball but apparently he was an actual person. Unlike the resort because the Author couldn't be bothered to look up a resort in Hawaii and is now having me break the fourth wall to let you all know that it's fake as far as he is aware, and seriously stop with the comments about fixing the wall I'm just going to break it again because the Author wants me to. Anyways, the resort is absolutely massive and when we arrive both Ochako's Mother, Tousa, and my brunette lover herself, pass out from seeing the lavish building that looks like it's made of gold. We get separate rooms and make our way to the east penthouse suite and Ochako’s parents are in the west one.

“I can't believe it Izuku! This is amazing! Everything is so nice! The soap looks like it costs 10,000,000 yen to hold! And the bed feels so soft! We need a bed like this in the house!” Ochako exclaims as she sets down her toiletry bag and flops on the massive bed. I smile at her reaction before unpacking my bag and putting it in the drawers by my side of the bed.

“You say that but most nights you end up sleeping curled around me like our little Mochi and Udon. Speaking of, do you think they will be fine staying with Eri and my mom? She already has 5 cats so the two rowdy kittens might be a little bit of trouble.” I respond thinking of our twin tuxedo kittens whose coats are the inverse of the other. One being black on most of her belly aside from her stomach and her brother being the opposite.

“Eri will probably be snuggling with them all day. For cats those two are surprisingly lazy. Izuku… I never got to thank you for everything. Saving my life, going out of your way to raise my self esteem, training with me when you unlocked float, everything you've done with me or for me.” She says hugging me and laying her head on my chest. I rub my arm along her shoulder and kiss the top of her head.

“You don't need to thank me Ochako, everything I did, I did for you because it is the right thing to do. Out of everyone that I have saved during my hero career, you were the first one in real danger when no one else was going to help. Kacchan doesn't count since All Might was the one who dealt with the villain after I ran in there attempting to free him. Always remember you were the first I saved, and the first and last I will love. There will be no one else except for you my sweet mochi.” I respond pinching her chubby cheeks slightly which causes her to pout adorably in response.

“What time is it Izuku?” She asks as I pull my other arm around her and look at the time.

“Well we need to get ready because we are going to a Luau soon. Which one did you want to do?” I ask as she breaks our little embrace and walks over to the desk where she put the brochure.

“Hmm… I don't want to go to the whole scripted one that the hotel is holding all that much. Sure it is fun but we don't get to meet anyone local who enjoys themself instead of working. Let's go to Germain’s luau instead of the King Kamehameha one that one kinda sounds lame.” She says causing me to laugh to myself a little bit.

“I'll text Maruki and let him know which one we are doing. Now How about we go see what that 360 degree shower is all about shall we?” I say causing her to blush as I pick her up bridal style and we head into our bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready and making our way down stairs we meet Ochako’s parents on the way to the bottom floor. Once down there we head to the parking lot and await the arrival of the bus taking us to the luau. As we were waiting, I told Maruki of what I had planned for this evening to which he gives me a look I have never seen before in anyone, even my father All Might had never literally glowed with excitement at what I had said. Once the initial shock wore off he slapped me on the back and said that he better have grandkids very soon. Not long after the bus arrived and we along with several other people including a rather fluffy hisapnic man wearing a hawaiian shirt got on the bus. We sat towards the middle and talked amongst the other passengers including that fellow who is very very funny. Soon the man hosting the party gets on the intercom and addresses us.

“Hel- turn that down bro. Ehem Hello everybody. Welcome to Germain’s luau my name is Rino and you can call me cousin Rino just don't ask for any money y’know what i'm sayin’.” He says in english and I translate to Ochako and her parents, I learned it from Dad-Might and David Shield. “Now do you all have any questions?”

Several other passengers started asking questions about the weather and if and or when we would get anything to eat. He responded in a way I wasn't quite expecting which caused me to laugh a little bit. Soon he takes a seat next to the driver and we exit from the resort and head towards the Luau. As we were driving through the tropical island we admired the view from the windows as Ochako and her mother gabbed on about our homelife and why we haven't bought a massive estate like most heroes own. She goes on to tell her mother that most of my money I give to charity and keep more than enough in savings incase we get sick of our apartment or if we are going to have a baby and need another room. Eri would be ecstatic if we were having a son or daughter. Though she's only 11 right now I can definitely tell that she not only will be an amazing hero but end up getting married to Kota by the way the act around each other. We arrived at a private beach with a gazebo of palm tree leaves strung with lights with tables and an open bar nearby. It took us quote ‘Hawaiian time’ to arrive at this private beach and all being said it was very nice for a small venue.

We got off the bus and made our way around the tables and chairs before getting served our dinner by a massive barbeque pit behind the bar. Along the beach there is flaming limbo, a flaming coal walk and fire spinners. For some reason they really really like fire. Ochako’s mother and father order a tropical hard drink in a coconut and I notice that Ochako turned down the chance to drink the alcoholic beverage they were serving. She's always been a lightweight when it comes to drinking and doesn't do it too often so it didn't surprise me all that much. As we make small talk the event starts and one by one people start doing the various activities they have planned here. Some people trying the limbo, others watching the fire twirlers and fire breathers while others took turns walking across the coals. Ochako’s parents did every single activity there was at this event. When Ochako leaves to use the bathroom I walk over to the DJ and hand him 20$ saying that I need to make an announcement and to let me use the mic. He agrees and says that he doesn't need the twenty so I put it back in my pocket and simply thank him as well as hand him an autograph for his son. After Ochako comes back from the bathroom Germain in the booth gather’s everyone’s attention.

“I hope you guys have been having a good time but this Malou here has an announcement to make. Take it away Deku.” He says handing me the mic and causing several people to gasp and take out their phones to record and take pictures of me.

“Thanks Germain, Now the first person I saved before becoming a hero is here tonight enjoying this Luau. Will the number 5 hero Uravity come up here please? I have a very important question to ask you.” I say and I can visibly see Ochako’s eyes widen to the size of grapefruits after registering what I had said. “Everyone here knows we have always been a couple from Day 1 of our hero career. They know that we've dated for a long time and I think it's finally time to tie the knot.” I say before getting down on one knee and pulling out a gold ring with a paragon pink diamond as the centerpiece. “My hero, My best friend and My love Ochako Uravity Uraraka, Will you make me the happiest hero alive and marry me?” I ask trying to keep my composure and not stutter.

“Y-YES IZUKU!!!! I WILL MARRY YOU!!!” She shouts before tackling me into the sand and peppering my face in kisses repeatedly. Everyone in the audience claps seeing this and cheers as we kiss each other for the first time as an engaged couple. I slip the ring on her finger before She herself goes over and grabs the mic from the sand.

“Izuku there's also an important thing I need to tell you. My number one hero and soon to be husband… I'm pregnant.” She says then I immediately pass out.

#IzuOcha #IzuOcha week #IzuOcha week2020

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storiesofwildfire · 4 years

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@ofcharredbones said: Grand gestures made specifically for a commercialized holiday is stupid. He's said it before and he'll say it again, but it doesn't stop him from cooking up something every year. This time, Johnny took Loki out of the city for a midnight picnic in a forested area by the mountains. The night sky was incredibly clear here, bearing many stars for them to admire as they sat on a thick blanket. Talking softly as they ate and drank; telling each other stories. His were of his blurry childhood, the happier times he could recall. Places his father's carnival traveled to, all the interesting things he saw and all the mischief he got into- usually by ways of fireworks he stole from the carnival's stockpile. It wasn't a physical gift, but he thought maybe this romantic getaway would be enough, although, Johnny had one more surprise. “Hey, watch this,” he stands suddenly and his human visage melts away to the Rider’s. Hellfire dances along talons before gathering against his palm; swirling and alive. He grips it tight, then hurls it up into the air. It looks like a comet as it soars higher and higher...until it goes off. Fills the sky with something akin to fireworks- a beautiful display of reds, oranges, and golds dancing together and continuing even minutes after. As the concentrated energy dissipates, the lights dim and vanish slowly like dying stars. It’s nice, even then, Johnny thinks. “Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.” His glee doesn’t translate well in his Rider form; any expression really, but he hopes the warmth and adoration in his voice is enough, “I love you.”

random asks -- status; always accepting

♔—- After the years they’d been together, Loki could definitely give Johnny credit where credit was due. Despite being rather rough around the edges and with enough emotional baggage to almost match Loki’s, Johnny was always an attentive partner. He sometimes had difficulty expressing his feelings and didn’t always like falling into the romantic traps of cheesy holidays, but he always went out of his way to make Loki feel special. It wasn’t just reserved for special occasions either. Even if they didn’t go on lavish dates every time they were together, his partner did always do something to welcome Loki home.

Yes, home.

Loki might have been the king of Asgard and the protector of the Nine Realms, but Asgard didn’t feel much like home. The palace didn’t feel like home anymore--if it ever did, truly. Loki ever really felt at home when he came back to Midgard to see their... boyfriend? That term didn’t feel right, though they supposed on a technical level, it was accurate. They never really lingered on their title or what they would like to be in the future, they always just seemed so happy to be in one another’s company.

Boyfriend just didn’t seem to cover it, though. Johnny was so much more than that by now. So much more than some juvenile term could ever describe. Loki never anticipated it, never expected to fall in love. Gods, when they met Johnny, that hadn’t exactly been in the best place mentally to even think about a serious relationship, but somewhere along the way, amusement and mutual attraction turned to lust, and that lust turned into something far more serious than even Loki could have hoped to anticipate for.

And eventually, love... As absolutely mushy as that sounds.

The trip out of town was a pleasant surprise. Loki knew this visit would include Valentine’s Day, a horrible cliche holiday that mortals liked to harp on as an excuse to go on expensive dates and buy one another useless and overprices trinkets, flowers that would die in the course of a week, and mediocre chocolates in a heartshaped box. Johnny never went to the extreme with his cliches, often showing an open distaste for the over the top focus on the day, but he always did plan something. A little gift of some sort, a date. Sometimes he’d go out of his way to cook for Loki and dazzle them with baked goods. Sometimes the romantic evening hyperfocused on something rather R-rated--which was sort of what Loki anticipated as they made their way out into the woods.

Rather than strip under the moonlight and fuck like a couple of rabid animals, though, they shared snacks and finger foods, exchanged lighthearted stories about their past and some of the things they loved to do. Loki shared some stories of when the triplets were young and how Jörmungandr had grown so massive even as a small child that he could coil himself all the way around Loki’s body. The serpent was definitely nothing short of a hugger, he just sometimes squeezed too hard.

Loki even suggested going to visit Jor and Fenrir. After becoming king, Loki lifted their banishments and imprisonment and Fenrir immediately took to living with his brother here on Midgard. They were more or less inseparable, and given how long Fenrir spent in isolation, Loki was more than delighted to see that his brother was so willing to help him settle and adjust to life after the trauma.

But Loki didn’t let any negative thoughts invade their mind or leave their mouth. Not tonight. It was too peaceful of an evening, too lovely of a night, and the last thing they wanted to do was ruin the mood by bringing up something sad. Instead, their magic pulsated invisibly around them in content, wrapping the space they occupied in Loki’s energy. While it couldn’t be seen, it could definitely be felt and it passed a warm, fuzzy feeling, almost like the joy of sunlight dancing across one’s skin to warm without burning or causing discomfort. It was almost as if Loki’s seidr responded to their enjoyment of the evening. In truth, that’s exactly what was happening, and as Johnny finally decided to shift to his Rider form, Loki’s magic coiled throw the energy that radiated off the rider, blending at the seams so it was almost difficult to tell where Johnny’s power ended and Loki’s began.

The personal comet display truly did take Loki’s breath away, though. Not much did that anymore. Living for centuries upon endless centuries and encountering such a wide range of creatures, places, and abilities kind of took some of the surprise out of most things, but Loki watched the comet break apart into beautiful shades of gold and red as if they’d never seen the colors before.

That certainly beat the Hel out of the homemade desserts Loki made and brought from Asgard for them to share, though they were all delicious and they were all mostly different from things available on Midgard.

“You really are growing more and more advanced in your abilities, Johnny,” Loki murmured as the last bits of falling star finally died out. “Every time you show me something new, I’m even more impressed than I was the time before. You’ve really come into your own and you can bring such beauty to the world... It’s a real honor to see you blossom and even take pride in what you can do.”

As they spoke, they shifted across the blanket and finally closed the physical gap between them, though the way Loki’s magic settled happily about them both made it seem like they were always in contact even if they weren’t actually touching.

The raw emotion that poured off of Johnny might have been difficult to see in Rider form. A skeleton on fire only really had so much range in terms of expression, but Loki could see it, and even if they couldn’t, they could certainly feel the radiating happiness that sang from the Rider. They hadn’t always known it, but they could read people incredibly well, partly because they could sort of feel the emotions of the people around them. Empathetic seemed like an incorrect term to apply to themselves, but it did sort of fit...

Sliding into Johnny’s lap, Loki made themselves comfortable by straddling Johnny’s hips. Anyone watching would have called them crazy for such a thing, and the sight truly must have been something to see. Someone willingly climbing into the lap of a six-foot-nine skeleton drenched in hellfire would have been a fun-yet-terrifying thing to watch, but Loki had no fear. No reason to fear the person who loved them so much. Even Zarathos didn’t scare Loki, though he was much less pleasant to deal with. He seemed at least willing to tolerate Loki because Johnny cared so deeply for them.

Besides, the number of things Loki let Johnny do to them while in Rider form sort of demanded there be no real fear between them, and Gods did Loki enjoy a lot of questionable activities...

“This has been such a lovely treat,” they murmured, hands coming up to cup each of Johnny’s cheekbones. Literally. It always reminded them in part of Hel, and how often they’d gone out of their way to cup Hel’s half-dead cheek rather than her living side to emphasize just how important it was to ignore those around her. “I expected something, but you’ve really outdone yourself this time. I don’t remember the last time I got to sit and stare at the stars without having to worry about what hid in the darkness between them.”

Leaning forward, Loki placed an almost too-gentle kiss where Johnny’s lips should have been. Nothing particularly sensual or inherently sexual to it. While they expected to get there eventually, Loki didn’t see a reason to rush right to it or to ruin such a beautiful moment. Just sitting in Johnny’s lap and sharing in the closeness was more than enough.

“Thank you for never failing to make each Valentine’s Day we spend together special. Even if this holiday is absolutely ridiculous,” they murmured, pressing their forehead gently against the solid bone of Johnny’s skull. They had to sit up a bit on their knees to reach comfortably, but it was worth it. “I love you too, Johnny.”

#ofcharredbones #ask Loki #answered prayers #c; johnny blaze #( main verse ; post tdw ) you've ruined everything #( ship ) loki x johnny #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #valentines day 2020

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Avengers Reassemble Ch 3

Sakaar wasn’t a very forgiving place, as Brunnhilde’s ship was being tailed by a fleet of the planet’s deadliest pilots. What was supposed to be a diplomatic mission to find allies in the cosmos for New Asgard turned into a chase for vengeance.

“SHIT! CAN ANYONE READ ME?!,” Valkyrie shouted out to the communications device on her ship, “THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR AID!”

A few shots from behind her almost took off her ship’s right wing. The Asgardian dipped down to get out of her enemies’ s scope. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working.

“I REPEAT! THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR HELP!,” the ruler called out, “I’VE GOT A SHIT TON OF MERCENARIES ON MY ARSE AND I’D RATHER NOT DIE TODAY!”

Valkyrie began to mutter to herself, “Become new ruler, he said. It would be an easy job, he said. You can trust me, I’m the mighty, all-knowing Thor, HE SAID!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ODIN, WHERE IS THAT WOMAN?!”

She could’ve just stayed here working for the Grandmaster or she could’ve been having fun somewhere on Alfheim, but nooo! She had to say yes to helping out Dumb and Dumber kill their evil sister! Now, she’s running a damn nation, everyone was either begging for her help or trying to kill her, and she had to stay sober for this mission for FOUR DAYS!

A beeping alarm came from the warrior’s dashboard, “Warning! Massive energy signature detected!”

“Oh, what in the Hel now?!,” Valkyrie groaned.

Out of nowhere, a blazing light caught her attention. It was like looking into the sun. The sound of explosions rattled the ruler’s ears as she tried to get a look at what was going on.

“Your highness,'' came a voice from the dashboard, “Need a hand?”

Valkyrie looked up to see a blonde woman in red and blue looking down at her, burning like a supernova. Captain Carol Danvers gave the Asgardian a smile, as she hovered before her ship.

“Well, if it isn’t the Kree Captain,” Brunnhilde noted, “Would it hurt for you to pick up the damn pager once in a while?”

“Aw, don’t tell me you came all the way to Sakaar for little ol’ me,” Carol jokingly mused.

“We’ve got some stuff to talk about,” Valkyrie told her knight in glowing armor, “You know a place where we can chat?”

…

“You are my type of guy,” Brunnhilde gleamed as she downed another bottle.

The bar the two were at was filled with criminals, but they were the type not to draw attention to themselves by starting some type of fight with the two heroes. As the valkyrie chugged down the drink, Carol watched her carefully, starting to grow impatient.

“I’m guessing you didn’t cross galaxies just to get wasted,” Carol commented.

“Trust me, they do not sell this brand back on Earth, I’ll tell you that,” Brunn smirked, “No, I need your help. The whole of Earth does.”

“What’s going on?,” Danvers asked.

“That team of yours wants you back,” Valkyrie answered, “Those Avengers of yours.”

Carol scoffed. She remembered working with that group during the aftermath of the Snap. They weren’t exactly the best company, but she had respect for them. Plus, it was a whole team named after her! At least she knew Fury had taste.

“I thought they disbanded after Thanos.”

“They’re coming back together,” Valkyrie explained, “New group and all. Apparently, our names are on the roster.”

“Hm. And what makes them think that I would join them?,” the captain asked quizzically.

“From what I can tell, the Skrulls are doing much better now,” Valkyrie pointed out, “And a good number of the planets you were sent to help are doing far better now. Even this hellhole.”

“Yeah, the people running this place sure have it out for you,” Carol responded.

“Yep,” Valkyrie took another swig, “So, you in or out?”

Carol thought it over. She missed Earth. She really did. She missed the Louisiana nights. She missed messing around with Fury. She missed her family. But she couldn’t go back now.

After the Blip, she finally got them back. Her Maria, her Monica. But they were different. Staying with the Skrulls all these years caused the captain to forget about the shackles of time and age. While she remained as young as when she first got her abilities, time moved on for them. Maria may have forgiven her for the years she missed, but Monica was a bit more...hesitant.

Plus, this was a team! Last team she was on ended up betraying her. No, there was too much baggage.

Carol shook her head, “Look, I’m flattered and everything, but I’m more of a solo act. Your welcome for the save, by the way.”

“Of course,” Valkyrie smirked, “As is the Kree way, right? Not to work with those lower than you?”

The captain’s fists clenched, “I’m not a Kree.”

“Yet you still wear the uniform of one of their soldiers,” Valkyrie scoffed, “Look, I’m not good with emotions or sympathy or any of those made up words Bruce told me about, but I’m going to take a stab at it. The metaphorical stab, not the literal one.”

“Oh boy,” Carol exhaled, ready for some awful advice.

“I’ve tried running away from my responsibilities before. Tried to get away from the place I called home. Wasted my time drinking and working for whoever paid. Believe me, I would guzzle liquor until I blacked out,” Brunnhilde reminisced, “Then I realized that running didn’t solve anything. I had to go back, I had to fix things back home. I think what I’m getting at here is that you can’t run forever.”

Carol listened closely, sympathizing with the woman sitting next to her, “What’s your game in all of this?”

Brunnhilde bitterly let out a laugh, “...I’ve seen too many people die on my watch.”

She took another swig of her bottle and hopped off of her seat, “Well, once you decide to get off your arse and help out, you know where to find me.”

Carol watched the warrior walk out and began to think it over. How was she going to live her life?

#avengers fanfic #new avengers #the new avengers #avengers au #mcu fanfic #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #captain marvel #carol danvers #valkyrie #brunnhilde

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nadiineross · 7 years

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1 with Chlodine pretty please?

requested by @csquirrel27 too

1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Okay, hartjie,” Nadine says, rolling her eyes at Chloe’s impatient foot tapping. She finishes off her set of pull-ups and slings a towel around her neck. “Kiss, and then I’ll go get ready.”

Chloe beams and complies happily, squeezing Nadine’s bicep as she leans in. “Oh, anything you want.”

She scoffs and shoos Chloe away. “You didn’t stop rushing me when I told you to.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Nadine ignores her, nose upturned, and makes a beeline for the shower. “Ten minutes, love!”

Sam’s in Australia for the first time in his life, and Chloe’s taken it upon herself to be his personal tour guide, which of course means Nadine’s being coerced into it as well.

Moving with military practice, she manages to get cleaned up in under ten minutes and gives Chloe an all too smug smirk when she strolls out the door, dressed in a pair of cargo pants and a grey t-shirt.

“We’re still ten minutes late,” Chloe tells her as she starts the car.

“Don’t care.”

Chloe harrumphs, staying quiet after that because she can’t exactly refute. (Really, who cares?) Nadine looks out the window and grins to herself.

They pick him up at a bus station and Nadine’s surprised to find she’s not entirely unhappy about listening to his stupid stories. She still pointedly turns up the radio midway through one of his sentences, to which he replies with a grumbling “thanks, Nadine, missed you too.”

“In your dreams, Drake,” she bites back.

“I don’t get nightmares that often, actually.” She glares at him from the rearview. “Sheesh, maybe tonight’ll be the exception.”

Chloe’s amused when she pulls into a spot and hops out. “Come on. You two fight like siblings.”

Nadine wrinkles her nose at the thought of being related to a Drake but doesn’t say anything, just scans her surroundings.

She hasn’t been here long enough to familiarise herself with the spots Chloe likes to frequent.

It’s just a bar—classy as always—and Sam has a good laugh at the sight of it. “Ah, you know me so well.”

Chloe grins and opens the door, bowing mockingly. “After you.” She keeps the door open for Nadine, her smile softening around the edges. “And you, china.”

Sam’s already at the bar, so they find a booth near the back and wait for him.

“Some tour guide you are,” Nadine teases.

“Oi, liquor is one of Australia’s highlights,” says Chloe, defensively.

“Where was my introductory beer?”

“My fridge,” Chloe deadpans. “I don’t want Sam Drake in my flat, thank you very much.”

Fair enough.

Sam slides into the spot next to Chloe and dumps three glasses on the table, grinning. After they take hearty swigs, he claps his hands together and leans forward. “So what’ve you two been up to?”

Chloe shrugs. “Nothing much. We’ll head off soon.”

Nadine nods, backing Chloe up with an agreeable hum. “The British Isles somewhere. You’re not invited.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere in north-western Europe with you again,” Sam says, good-natured. “Probably won’t make it out alive.”

Nadine tilts her head, hiding the upwards tilt of her lips behind the rim of her glass. “Maybe you should come along after all.”

Sam blinks, turns to Chloe, and raises his eyebrows. “How are you still alive and breathing?”

Chloe snorts. “Being friends with her helps.”

At that, Nadine raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of her drink. Friends. That’s one way to put it.

Nadine clenches her jaw and squints at Sam. “Not being an asshole hel—“

“Come now, children,” Chloe chastises. “Play nice.”

Sam, about to protest, opens his mouth.

Chloe pushes a finger to his lips. “Be a good gentleman and get us more drinks.”

He huffs and slides out of the booth.

Now, Nadine grips her empty glass and quirks an eyebrow. “Friends, hey?”

Chloe downs her drink. “Many benefits, being friends with Nadine Ross.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, china,” Chloe says, stubbornly refusing to make eye contact. Instead, she peers over at the bar. “Best mate I’ve ever had.”

In their line of business, loyalty is a luxury, so it’s perfectly reasonable to have commitment issues. Nadine’s unwilling to give Chloe the space to handle them, though. It’s been a year since they’ve started whatever it is they’re doing. “That’s bullshit.”

“How do you reckon?” Chloe looks over now.

They’ve never talked about it, about them, but Nadine’s not here to be someone’s dirty secret. That’s a no-fucking-brainer if anything.

Nailing the timing, as usual, Sam balances a tray of shots onto the table and places glasses in front of them. He’s utterly oblivious to the tension.

Nadine’s jaw ticks. She knocks back her shot and gets out of the booth, ignoring Sam’s protest and Chloe’s exasperated “really?”

Chloe’s got the car keys, so Nadine can only wander the streets, walking off her annoyance. An empty cab drives by, and she lets it. There’s nowhere for her to go.

She’s only been to Australia twice, both times with Chloe, and they hadn’t really made an effort to spend time outside of Chloe’s room, much less her apartment. It’s probably the same for Chloe when they drop by Johannesburg in between the handful of jobs they’ve had so far.

She finds a park somewhere and fishes out her phone. Times like these, staring at her locked phone screen, she finds herself startlingly alone.

Of course, it’s at that moment when someone sits at the other end of the bench.

“How did you find me?”

“If you went left, you would’ve found a highway. I went right and hoped for the best.”

Neither of them look at each other.

Nadine closes her eyes and drops her head back, her ponytail brushing the back of the bench. “We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it.”

There’s a rueful laugh, followed by a sigh. “Yeah.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she squints up at the branches.

“Remember what I said in India?”

Chloe shuffles closer down the bench and smiles. “I’m a dickhead?”

“Ja.”

She laughs. “Well, a leopard can’t change its spots.”

Nadine looks over. She’s not frowning, just watching. “Put the effort in, hartjie.”

Chloe sighs again, through her nose. She leans down and kisses Nadine, a palm cupping the arch of her neck. Nadine straightens up and pushes deeper into Chloe, both hands tangling in Chloe’s hair. Nadine lets Chloe deepen the kiss and settles back when Chloe pulls away.

She’s letting Chloe take the reigns on this one. They’re silent for a moment, breathing hard.

“I’m an arsehole,” Chloe says after a beat. “Sorry.”

She stands, then. Reaching out a hand, she waits for Nadine to take it and smiles, small and weak.

“I left Sam at the bar. We’ll talk on the way back?”

That, Nadine will chuckle at. Chloe hoists her up and tugs her out of the park by the hand. When they’re on the sidewalk, she lets go. Nadine doesn’t comment; she’s okay with the barest contact between their arms.

“You’re my girlfriend, then?”

Nadine furrows her eyebrows. The label is foreign to her. Chloe’s not the first woman she’s been with and certainly not the first person she’s gone steady with, but it’s been a while. Plus, they’ve both got enough baggage between the two of them and girlfriend seems too… ordinary.

Nadine sucks her lower lip into her mouth. If Chloe’s putting the effort in, it’s only fair that she does too. Nadine releases her lip, and a shoulder bounces up in a half-shrug. “Okay.”

“That’s a heartening response,” Chloe says, voice filled with mirth.

“You weren’t the most romantic either, Frazer,” Nadine rebuts, pointing a finger at Chloe who twists the finger away and pushes Nadine into a wall, kissing her chastely.

“Can’t remember the last time I had to woo a girl,” Chloe whispers into the gap between their lips. Her eyes crinkle at the corners. “Will you be my girlfriend, love?”

Again, Nadine shrugs. “Okay.”

“Oh, that ruined moment was fully on you.”

Nadine rolls her eyes as she pulls Chloe in for a longer kiss. When they pull apart, Nadine nudges Chloe away and makes a thoughtful sound. “Hard to believe you’ve wooed anyone.”

Chloe continues to lead them back towards the bar. “I had you blushing every ten sentences that first week in the Ghats. Don’t pretend.”

Nadine scowls and lets Chloe have the win.

They find Sam at the bar, and this time, Chloe sidles in next to Nadine and kisses her soundly on the mouth. When they drop him off at his hotel hours later, they bid him a goodbye and promise to stay in contact.

#ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh my mind is so frazzled rn and i been feeling like dying lately so im 80% sure i fucked up characterization dkjsfhdsj o well #chlodine #nadine ross #chloe frazer #huh im so tired goodnight #anonymous #ask

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spyvstailor · 5 years

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Hey, @resurrectionofannabellee, are you enjoying this yet? I'm actually flying on this novel for you. Here’s chapter two...

Chapter Two

The bell tower was covered in bird shit and looked like it was going to give him some kind of disease, but the view from it was worth the filth.

Kicking some of the larger detritus out from his new nest, he unfurled his bedroll and began to make himself at home. If he stayed longer than a week, if he lasted longer than a week, he would give it a good, solid scrub down, but for now it was a place to sleep without worrying about having his ass snacked on.

Besides, he was pointedly warned against trying to settle into the cloister, the dorms where the nuns seemed to sleep. So he had to make his bed someplace other than the infirmary.

The clacking on the wooden ladder up to his perch alerted him to the fact someone was about to visit and he settled on his haunches, wanting to appear non-threatening to the woman who was about to appear.

A blonde head popped up into view, followed by a blue jumper dress.

The young nun carried with her a plate with bread smeared with what looked like honey and she smiled sweetly at him.

“Mother Philomena wanted me to bring you some food, she said you'd be hungry.” The woman said.

“That's very sweet of you, thank you.”

Setting the plate in his lap, the woman turned to leave.

“So...tell me about you nuns here, what's your deal?” He called out to her, mostly desperate for some conversation after months of solitude.

The woman turned. “Oh...uh...well, what do you...um. I'm sorry, I'm Mary Elizabeth, I'm a novitiate, which means I haven't taken my vows yet. We're a Cisterian order, which means we value stability and simplicity.”

“And you don't ever...do anything beyond pray?”

“Well, we garden and take care of our chickens and hives, mostly we supply...well, we used to supply vegetables and peaches from our trees and eggs and honey and bees wax to the local farmer's market to support our convent. Most of our funds go to charity in the church, people starving in other countries, disaster relief. And we reflect, on God, on man, on everything in between.”

Splitting the bread slice in half, he handed her the larger piece and bit into his.

Mary Elizabeth took the offered piece with a shy grin and squatted down like a lady to join him, knees together, skirt covering anything inappropriate, one hand on her knees to ensure this.

“Is it really bad out there?” She asked as they chewed in silence. “Some of our order went to the market nearly half a year ago and never came back.”

He nodded. “I can't give you any hope, they're probably gone. Swept away with the dead.”

The woman's pretty little face puckered in dislike of that idea, but she soldiered on bravely.

“It's like Revelations. The dead rising. Scares the dickens out of me, if I'm honest.”

The woman was so sincere in her fear, as she rightly should be. The Lieutenant had been forged by war overseas, by rigorous training and by all he had seen and done in his forty-three years.

This slip of a girl, barely old enough to vote, it seemed, was scared of the rotting corpses that walked across the land and he understood how she could be. It was bigger than them, out of control, there was nothing left but the dead and the vultures who picked at the corpses of society.

Downing the last morsel of his bread and honey, the Lieutenant stood up and pointed at her. “Well, either you're closing your eyes to a situation you do not wish to acknowledge or you are not aware of the calibre of disaster indicated by the presence of a pool table in your community.”

The woman clutched her hands together and beamed happily. “Oh! I love The Music Man!”

“Ya got trouble, my friend, right here, I say, trouble right here in River City,” he went on playfully.

Mary Elizabeth blushed shyly. “Mother Philomena says you're the trouble around here.”

“She's getting a hunter and protector out of this deal, Missy should watch her tongue.” He returned, easing his ass against the railing and folding his arms.

“I'd better get going, I have to do the washing tonight.”

“It was nice to talk with you, Lizzie.”

The woman giggled. “You too, Lieutenant.”

“Mind yourself going down now,” he cautioned, moving to offer her a hand down the ladder, before remembering that he wasn't to touch any of the nuns, so he drew his hand back quickly.

Mary Elizabeth beamed at him. “Thanks for the offer though. I like a gentleman.”

“That is a household worth of baggage, Lieutenant.”

He had just returned to the convent with a successful bounty, three ducks and a goose for dinner, when Sister Mary Agnes approached him. He had met her the other day when she was the one to bring him some food. He liked her plain manner of speaking and her matronly look.

“I got lucky,” he returned, preparing to clean the kills.

“I meant that pack on your back,” she said, kneeling beside him. “Doesn't it ever get awful heavy after all that walking?”

Glancing at his pack, the one he went everywhere with, he grinned. “It's my apartment, everything I own is in that bag.”

“How on earth can a man travel with so much on his back? Don't you ever get tired?” She demanded.

“Well, when you don't have a home, Sister, you make do. My apartment is on my back, ready at a moment's digging.”

The woman stopped them both, her dark eyes grave. “What's it like out there, Lieutenant? Really?”

“Hell on earth,” he admitted. “If it's not full of the dead, it's lonesome and abandoned. Like walking through a bad dream.”

He was on the wall later that evening, watching an uggie as it shambled from out of the woods towards the wall he was on.

Poor little lady in her bathrobe, one slipper still on, the other long gone.

“Didn't expect to be caught in your jammies, huh?” He asked the thing.

It grunted and made a mad dive for the wall just under him, hands clawing at the wall.

“Never actually thought people even wore bathrobes,” he went on calmly. “Maybe I should start wearing one. Look like one of those old Hollywood actors. Cary Grant, yeah?”

“What on earth on you doing up there?” Missy asked from the ground behind him.

“Bird watching,” he returned casually. “Wanna come up?”

“And fall off that wall and break my tail? I think I'll pass on the offer. Being up there in jeans is one thing, this habit is a wind catcher for sure.”

Turning around he held out his hand to her. “Come on. I won't let you fall.”

Hitching her robes to her, she moved to a spot where she must have propped an old ladder in order to climb up.

He moved to help her onto the wall, once more forgetting that he couldn't touch the nuns.

She held out her hand as he moved to grasp her elbow and stood on the wall, peering down at the uggie in her jammies.

“Do you suppose they're in pain?” She asked.

“I don't think so, think they're running on instinct and nothing else.” He said, running his hand over the butt of his rifle a little nervously, ready to steady Missy at a moment should she prove correct and the wind grab her. “Reminds me of this fact I heard about octopi and how if you put their corpse by salt their little tentacles react, but they're brain dead. Like that, I suppose. Them folks in Japan eating them basically raw, and their little tentacles grab at them chopsticks. Little undead squiggles putting up a fight.”

“This is a person,” she murmured. “She had things to do, goals and dreams.”

“We're born astride the grave.”

Handing her his rifle, he pulled out his knife and jumping off the wall, over the thing, he came up behind her and knocked the uggie against the wall, holding her there so he could drive his knife into the base of her skull. It sunk heavily to the ground and he eased the poor woman back into a dignified laying position. Kneeling by the corpse, he wiped his knife blade on her bathrobe, before looking up to find the nun peering down at him quietly.

“Do you want a hand with her?” She asked.

He moved to help her down, his large hand sliding around her waist so that she could hop against him to break her fall somewhat, the other day she had precariously climbed down and nearly fell, today she was wearing her full habit, she offered him a hard look as he set her on her feet.

“That had better been my only option of dismount,” she warned him.

“Unless you want to break your neck today, then yes, ma'am.”

Kneeling over the corpse, Missy pushed the woman's hair out of her face and peered upon the rotted visage.

“Last rites?” He joked.

“I can't give those,” she said. “I just wanted to look at the poor woman. I killed so many of these the past few weeks, I never had a chance to pause and give thought to them. I honestly thought it was for the best to put them out of their misery. They are abominations after all, but they were once people.”

Kneeling with her, the Lieutenant nodded. “Bet she was someone's mama. She looks like a mama.”

“I hope her babies are alright, but from what you tell me, I don't imagine they are.” She was quiet for the longest time, before adding, “you'll keep my girls safe, won't you?”

“If you want me to,” he replied. “I haven't got anywhere to be.”

She looked at him for the longest time, those pretty blue eyes of hers shining and hard, despite being the bluest things he had ever seen. Set against her white chocolate skin and framed by luscious dark lashes, she was hell in a habit. If he had to gauge an age on her, he would wager she was around the same age as him, maybe a little younger. She certainly aged well if she were any older, and maybe she had, she was in charge of her convent, after all, and it took a while to advance in any profession.

“Then if you advise me on how to keep them safe, I will listen, but I will not compromise our faith for anything. The bell will stay silent, and we will do a patrol of the wall, but I will not expect any of my girls to harm anyone or anything without knowing for certain that it won't damn them.”

“Fair enough,” the returned with a grin, holding out a hand to shake.

She considered it for a moment.

“Nobody went to hell for shaking a Cajun's hand,” he teased.

“Yet,” she murmured.

Reconsidering his dirty hand, the Lieutenant wiped it on the front of his shirt, before offering it again.

This time she took it, shaking gently.

“You know this reminds me of this story my mamere used to tell me,” he explained, grunting as he scooped up the dead woman. “About this--”

“Sorry, your 'mamere'?” Missy interrupted.

“My granny.” He said, moving the corpse onto the muddy cattle trail of a road leading up to the convent gate where a fire would burn better without starting the woods ablaze. If they were going to keep collecting bodies, he would have to begin burning them. That pile in the woods would soon be doing nobody no good. “She used to tell me about this old man named Gilliam, used to beat the hell out of his old hound. Never deserved the poor thing, so one night, my...uh...granddaddy, he goes over, dead of night, dark as Hades--”

“I don't mean to cut your tale off at the root, I'm certain it's a wonderful parable, Mister Lieutenant, but we are about to burn a body here? Perhaps some wise words or none at all?” Missy suggested.

The Lieutenant was quiet, settling the corpse up in the middle of the muddy trail, before reaching for his lighter. He set the woman ablaze, burning her clothing, knowing full well the parchment paper flesh that remained on her corpse would go up in smoke easily.

Standing back, he glanced around cautiously, knowing that uggies liked to pop up when least expected.

Finding them alone, he turned his attention back to the burning body.

“Uh, dearly beloveds we are gathered here today to, uh, burn this--”

“Are you marrying the corpse or laying her to rest, Lieutenant?” The woman demanded.

“Mais, girl, go easy on me. I ain't a priest.”

“Honey, even the heathens had idols they worshipped before the Christian God,” she pointed out.

“So I'm lesser than a heathen and yet greater than a toad, yeah?” He winked at her.

As the smoke began to choke them with the scent of burning flesh, the nun turned on her heel and headed back to the wall, hiking her hem up as she went tiptoeing through the mud.

“You're certainly bigger than a toad,” she said. “Now use that might and give me a hand up and over, please?”

She squealed and undignified and rather girlish noise as the Lieutenant came up behind her and scooped her up and at the wall with his hands.

“Mind your hands,” she warned coolly as soon as she recovered her dignity.

“Sorry,” he said easily, shifting his left hand from where it cupped her inner thigh, “there's so much skirt to you that I wasn't sure where the safest place to stick my hand was at. I guess I aimed wrong.”

“I nearly had to abandon my vows for you to make an honest woman of me,” she declared, hoisting herself up onto the wall.

Beaming up at her, the Lieutenant said, “hey, now, Missy. Mind your tongue before the devil cuts it off.”

As soon as she was safely on the wall, he said, “now hand me that rifle you got.”

“Aren't you coming up?”

“Well, I promised you some venison now didn't I?”

“This late? Lieutenant, it's almost dark.”

“Best time of day to hunt for deer, yeah?” He winked at her and held out his hand for the gun.

That night the Lieutenant stood in his bell tower watching over the land.

He had to admit, at night like this with only the cicadas chittering, he enjoyed the silence and peace.

As much as he loved people, he enjoyed his solitude as well and with the stars in the sky and the land absolutely still, he was able to just think his thoughts.

“Lord I was born a ramblin' man,” he sung to himself, wandering around the small perimeter of the bell tower, watching all sides for anything moving in the shadows below. Raising the rifle he peered down the scope at something that shifted, it appeared to be shrubs and the wind. “Trynna make a livin' and doin' the best I can.”

“And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand,” he lowered the rifle as an uggie emerged from the woods.

It was just a shadow really, shuffling from the darkness, finding the wall with its chest, bouncing back and staggering to regain its footing. For a moment, the thing stood dumbly, head bent down, before it seemed to lift its chin and sniff the air.

It wasn't worth it for him to shoot the thing, his gun wasn't much use at times like this, the sound only drawing more to his location, but he liked the scope to watch as the dumb thing sort of collapsed against the wall.

From his perspective, he could only see the top of its head, but the manic bobbing told him it had caught their scent and was trying to find a hole in the wall to get at dinner.

Tomorrow he would have to reinforce the wall properly, a few sharp sticks, some hole traps, he'd head into the nearby town to find something that still drove that he could back against the wrought iron gate.

He wasn't sure about that one, most of the time the vehicles didn't turn over at all. Having never pondered it, he supposed that maybe the gasoline had gone south. He knew it could stale, had tried to drive old lawnmowers enough times to know you had to drain the gas out from the tank if you weren't planning on using them for a good, long while.

Maybe he'd find one though. He only needed her to limp to the convent, it didn't need to win no races.

“Good morning, Lieutenant.”

He had emerged from the church the next morning to Sisters Dymphna, Felicity Perpetua and Mary Claire standing around the steps in the cool shade of the north side.

“Good morning, ladies,” he returned. “What kind of trouble are you up to today?”

“Only the worst kind,” Dymphna replied, her brown eyes sparkling. “Are you heading out?”

“I was planning on doing a little work on the wall today. Did you need me to head out for something?” He asked, coming to stand in the little clutch with them. So far he had found the younger nuns more receptive to his presence than the older ones.

Except for Sisters Gertrude and Boniface, he adored Gertrude and her cats and Sister Boniface was a Quebecois French woman, so he felt a sort of kindred spirit in her.

“Maybe we wanted to do something for you for once,” Sister Mary Claire said with a smile that could brighten a stormy day.

“Something for me?”

Sister Felicity Perpetua, who had been standing with her hands behind her back, produced a child's lunch kit and held it out to him proudly. “We made you a lunch if you're planning on leaving.”

“You have to stay strong,” Sister Mary Claire added. “An army marches on its stomach.”

“Plus, you know, we appreciate you being here for us.” Dymphna added.

There was something sincere in their eyes, something which made the Lieutenant give a slight, unsure pause, before he accepted the lunch kit.

“Thank you,” he said. “I'm going to be just outside the wall working on it today, but maybe at some point I might hike it into the nearby town, see if I can find a big enough truck or some kind of van maybe.”

“What for?” Felicity Perpetua asked.

He motioned for the nuns to follow him towards the gate. They all stopped before it and he motioned with the hand holding his lunch at the rusty gate. “She's solid enough, but old and if enough of those things out there pushed against her at once she could go. I'm going to back a heavy girl up against her and reinforce it.”

The nuns were quiet for a bit, before Dymphna said, “I'm going with you.”

“Nope,” he declared firmly.

“Yes,” she insisted. “You can't go into the town alone with those things out there.”

“I lived this long on my own, I'll be fine.” He stated. “You nuns don't go anywhere outside these walls without me. My job is to keep you safe, your job is to make my job easier by staying here and being your cute little selves.”

“What if something happened to you?” Felicity Perpetua whispered. “My soul would know no peace.”

“Don't you have chores?” Someone asked from behind them, causing a couple of the nuns to jump.

Sister Thomas Aquinas, a stern faced woman of about seventy stood behind them, her arms full of blankets.

The three nuns all ducked out quickly, but not before Dymphna grasped Faye's forearm with a strong, small brown hand.

Looking at him with a hard, glittering stare, the older nun seemed to be sizing him up for a moment, before handing him the blankets.

“Here,” she said. “We found some of these to spare. I thought you might like to keep yourself warmer up in that bell tower.”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” she said tersely, before turning and walking off, muttering to herself about a 'fox in the hen house'.

He missed the days when he could go out into the woods and just sit and enjoyed the peace.

Now, whenever he was in the woods, he was vulnerable and on edge. Always prepared for something to stagger out of the underbrush.

There was a time, when he was a boy, he'd duck into the woods by his rural home near Eunice, what wasn't swampy bayou, was pretty little woods filled with mostly with cypress and oak trees, the forest floor was always good and moist, carpeted with the soft needles that the bald cypress trees shed.

The smell of the forest was always the way he found peace. That scent of good, clean country air, with a little harmless stank from the bayou, coupled with the scent of the damp earth. It was home sure enough and he missed it.

Georgia had it's own smell. Less bayou, more fresh water on the air. Rivers and streams and creeks. Nothing like the stagnant scent of the swamp.

He supposed, it was perhaps a little more fresher air, though it just wasn't home and that made all the difference.

Georgia was True Love Ways compared to Louisiana's Oh Boy, if Buddy Holly songs could be used to compare the two. Both good songs, though one was a little more melodic and slow-paced, the other had a bit more get-up-and-go.

“Boy, what are you doing to my wall?”

The voice came from above him on the wall and he looked up to find a furious nun standing there, swaying a little unsteadily in her habit and the mild wind.

“Just reinforcing it, Missy,” he said.

Philomena sighed. “We look like an ancient castle with these sharp sticks poking out.”

Stepping back, he admired his work and nodded. “Yeah, palisades, that's where I got the idea. Figured if it kept them old Celt tribes out, it'd work for us.”

“It doesn't look very inviting,” she muttered.

“It's not supposed to be a welcome mat,” he replied.

“Well, I suppose that's fine, just please don't hoist yourself on your own petard,” she said after a moment of thought.

He wiped his hands off and dug through his pack for the lunch the nuns had packed him. “You up there for a reason?”

“Sister Mary Claire says some of the younger nuns expressed interest in helping you outside these walls.”

“And you want to slap my wrist for tempting them?” He used the gate to climb onto the wall and sat beside her to eat his lunch.

“Not entirely,” she admitted, easing down a little clumsily beside him. “I think...well maybe you could be permitted to teach those of us interested in a few ways to defend ourselves from the abominations.”

Plucking a half a carrot out of his mouth, he crunched on the bitten half for a good long while. It was so delicious. He had forgotten what fresh veggies tasted like.

“Really?” He asked.

She stared off down the cattle trail before them, and he followed her gaze. The path was hung over with oak branches and Spanish moss, pretty for the late summer, but it was tainted by the dead. Somewhere out there in those pretty trees and green shrubs they ambled and shuffled and staggered and crawled, gnashing and drooling for their next meal.

He supposed those uggies all had hopes and dreams and plans set aside now for one thing and one thing only. Same and him, same as the woman sitting beside him, same as all the nuns in the convent behind them.

“Our wills and fates do so contrary run,” he began with a sigh, reminded by something she had said earlier.

Beside him Missy was quiet still, eyes on the world beyond her walls. “You're well read, for a soldier.”

“I'm sure you had to read Hamlet in high school too,” he teased. “A lot of it just stuck with me, I suppose. Don't be fooled,” he went on with a grin, “I'm just a simple country boy from the bayou.”

“I grew up in Savannah,” she said. “Have you ever been?”

“No,” he admitted. “Didn't get a chance before all this and I damned well won't go now. It'll be overrun.”

“We've been so secluded here,” she admitted gently. “I thought though, that someday I would be transferred out to a school or a...missionary, but I suppose this is my life now.” She hurried to add, “not that I'm complaining. I will bear this with grace, only that I miss the outside world, God's real world out there. Art and books, beauty created by the hands of His creatures, so much lost now.”

Faye stared at the woman as she continued to gaze wistfully out at the trees. He so struck by how easy she made being beautiful look. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like Vivian Leigh?” He asked.

For a moment, the woman's face read irritated, then puzzled, before she finally smiled sweetly and looked down. “Tell me, Mister Lieutenant, is it nature or force that compels you to flirt with every woman you meet?”

“Sometimes it's not just women,” he teased.

“Oh!” She offered him a scolding look, though her face was still mostly smiles and amusement.

He beamed.

#These are rough edits I'm tagging you in.#But that's because I want you to enjoy them first before I compile these into a novel for publication.#And only you seem to miss the Lieutenant this much.

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perf-patricia · 7 years

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Hermione’s stay at the Hospital

This is a continuation of Lethal

"Your parents called they wanted to see how you were doing." Tom said, sitting next to Hermione's bed. Abraxas walked in before tom could get anything out of Hermione.

"Hey Hermione," Abraxas said, placing a stack of books and a box of her favorite chocolates. Walking towards Hermione in bed, with an enormous smile, "how is my favorite girl doing?"

"She isn't speaking Abraxas" Tom said with a scowl on his face, as he moved towards the goodies that Abraxas brought for Hermione. "I can't believe you got her chocolate frogs, I know they are her favorite, but really Abraxas now more than ever she need notorious foods." He said taking the box of chocolates in his hand and he began to eat them.

Quickly Abraxas snatched the box from Tom's greedy paws, "Yeah right, you just want the sweets all to yourself." As he too pursued to eat the rest of Hermione's sweets. "I'm happy that I get to catch you up. Ironically you did miss a few things. Let's see, two teachers dropped you from their classes, you are on the verge of failing another three classes, Dumbledore die, and the library burnt dow-"instantly Hermione gripped Abraxas' arm in a death grip. "Tom" Abraxas yelped as her grip, but the only response that he got was a hardy laugh out of Tom. "I'm only joking Hermione." That effectively persuaded her to release his arm, only to have Abraxas move out of her reach as he began to cradle his red arm to his chest.

"Woman, you nearly snapped my arm in two." He walked back towards Hermione's bed, and as he slowly sat on the side of her bed he began again, "Tom, did nearly killed Rodolphus." Hermione's eyes light up at the mention of harm coming to one of the Lestrange brothers. "You should have been there, I nearly saw the light leave Rodolphus eyes."

Gracefully Tom shoved Abraxas of the bed and replaced him next to Hermione. "All lies, it was actually Rabastan and there was never any light in his. But I made him hurt, Hermione, and its only just begun for them." His arm found its way around Hermione's small figure, she flinched at his touch but Tom though nothing of it because almost immediately the small puff ball of wild hair began to melt into his embrace. "Don't you worry your pretty little head darling, they will all suffer a fate worse than death." With that Hermione buried her face into Tom's chest falling sound asleep. It was the first time she was able to do so without any medication to subdue her. The fist, and only night she didn't wake from a nightmare.

Hermione went back to school immediately

"You haven't even completely healed yet Hermione." Tom began as he followed Hermione through their apartment.

"'I haven't completely healed yet'." She said mocking the boy. "I've already missed enough school, I'm not about to-"She didn't stop walking, grabbing things here and there as she made her way towards the kitchen.

"I talked with all your professors, its fine-" he followed her into the kitchen, somehow managing to grab the notes her professors had sent back to her, "See they all just want you to get better." Handing her the notes.

"I don't need any more time off Tom! If I have to stay in the apartment for another day I will go crazy."

"The doctors said-" He walked towards her, almost cornering her.

"The doctor said I could go back to school whenever I felt ready to Tom, and I've been ready you just don't want to let me out of this place. I'm like your prisoner." She walked away from Tom, straight past their living room. His hands moved to his hair pulling as he said. "A prisoner, fucking Christ, I'm just trying to hel-"

"I'm not helpless, I can do things on my own." She was starting to act like a child having a tantrum, stomping her foot, and walking away.

"I know that, but you don't have to because I'm here, and I'm never going to leave you." Once again Tom made his way towards the girl with a feral look in her eyes.

"Maybe you should ..." Once Tom realized where the conversation was going he made a move to grab her. A failed attempt as she avoided his advances. "No Tom, maybe you should leave because I'm nothing but fucking disaster-"

"Hermione, stop." He had finally made his way toward the girl taking her in his arm. Taking her face in his hands he tilted her head so she would look at him. "You are perfect." Shaking her head, she broke eye contact swiftly, looking at anything but the boy in front of her. "I'm damaged goods, and who knows wh-" She couldn't continue because Tom took hold of her once more. "Shut your mouth Hermione, you are p-"

Swiftly Hermione untangled herself from Toms embrace and faced him. "No let's get it all out now, I hear your friends say it all the time. 'Oh Tom you can do so much better' 'She's not even that pretty' and let's not forget 'she was raped, I don't know how you do it'. It's like I'm some stray that you've taken in. 'Bless Saint Thomas for taking pity on the poor girl'"

"Hermione, they are just morons. I don't listen to them half of the time I don't know why you do? Where are you going? Hermione! Hey Hermio-" Alarm raised though him as he saw her making her way towards the door, a quick escape from me.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere you can't follow Tom." She said shutting the restroom door. Relief flooded her as she was finally alone. With her back towards the door Hermione slid down and finally the tears began.

When Tom woke up the next morning he was alone. Hermione's side of the bed was empty and cold. Panicked, Tom raised though their apartment and finally settled down when he found a note on the fridge Went to school early see you at lunch. Love Hermione. Tom let out a breath and he hurried to get ready to go to class.

The only problem was that when Tom left for school he felt something had changed, something that would ensure things would never be the same again.

Hermione moved out 29 days after the attack

"I'm done Tom. I can't keep doing this." She was pacing back and forth, stopping every few paces to look out the window of their room.

"What can't you keep doing?" He narrowed his eyes towards her, confusion and annoyance spreading though him.

"This, you don't treat me like a person anymore, I'm this broken doll. Or something." She said refusing to look at him only starring out their window.

"What does that even mean?" His nostrils flared he was no longer confused he was alert and irritated.

"You don't even know you're doing it. You have this look in your eyes when you look at me it's like you want to leave but you can't because you pity me. And I'm fucking fed up with it. So, I'll make it easy for you and I'll leave." She was not joking. She had made her mind up, she was done with all the whispering behind her back. No more snide comments about how Tom was worth so much more because she was better than that. Tom was amazing sure but she wasn't a piece of coal either. She would make people see that her attack hasn't hindered her abilities.

"You can't leave, where will you go?" He began to reason with her.

She began her pacing again, with both hands on her hips she looked more determined than ever. "I can figure it out, I'm a capable woman."

He attempted to persuade with the woman before him to stay. "That's not the point. The point is that the last time you were off on your own-" At his words she stopped, instantly he began to regret the entire argument. His words were thoughtless and irrelevant to his argument, so why had he chosen to speak?

"What Tom? Tell me what happened?" The look she gave him was cold. It was as if she were daring him to complete his train of though. She was practically creaming at him with her eyes, tell me about how I was beaten and raped, tell me about my attack.

"You were attacked." There was nothing more for him to say, and to stay silent was to assume defeat.

"No Tom. I was nearly beaten to death and sexually assaulted." Tom visibly cringed as she spoke those words. It was as if he were deluding himself, if it's not said out loud then it didn't happen. "Multiple times, by some of you 'closest friends'. So, I think that maybe taking a break from you and me might do us good. I'm going to go stay with Ron & Harry fo-"

"Like hell you are. I promised I would be there for you, to help you and you have to be around for me to be able to do that."

"That's what your worried about." Amazed that that was the only thing concerning Tom, Hermione grabbed one of her bags and she began to fill it for an overnight stay at a friend's house. "Forget the promise Tom. It's not your baggage to deal with, not anymore."

"You're not really leaving me, right?" For the second time in his life he felt fear. Fear that he was going to lose the woman he loved. The only person he had ever come to love.

She set her bad down, as she began to speak in defeat. "I'm so tired of the fighting, and you not being able to understand Tom. I can't be here. This isn't just about being with you Tom. I just cannot stand to be in this place." She motioned at the apartment, the pace where she was attacked.

"Hermione, I know that you are feeling helpless right now but don't give up-" Tom made another attempt to reason with Hermione, still not understanding were she was coming from.

"It's not about getting thought this Tom," She motioned at both of them. "It's not just about you and me. For fucks sake, I can't live in the apartment." She began letting a small whine escape her. "I barely make it out of the living room without having a panic attack. I am not the same person, and you loving me and supporting me and being there for me isn't going to change me back." At this point tear had begun to spill down her face and Tom's heart began to break.

"I'm not trying to-"

"Yes, you are you just don't notice it. Tom, I can't stay in this relationship because it isn't a relationship anymore. It's you holding up your promise to protect me, it's you trying to fix me, it's not about you and me anymore." More tears began to spill as she realized that this might be the end for them.

"I can see where you are coming from Hermione, but it's simply not true. I love you. I loved you before and I love you now. You may have changed but my feelings for you haven't."

"Well maybe mine have." Like a beautiful broken boy, he began to ask her, "you don't-" He couldn't bear the thought of not knowing, the thought that she didn't love him. They were meant to be him and her, predestined he would say because they found each other even in the most unlikely situation.

"I don't think I can love anyone if I don't love myself. I need to learn how to love myself again Tom. I just need to be alone for a while." Finally, he understood, she needed to heal herself and she couldn't do that here with him. For some odd reason a calm settled over him and he finally knew what to say, how to react to what his girl was going though.

"Darling look at me, I loved you the moment you spilled your stemming hot cup of black coffee with two creams and one sugar on my crotch. All because I said Spew and not S.P.E.W. I loved you when you slapped Abraxas' younger brother for looking at your cat funny. And I will still love you after we have grown old together and when your devilish looks have left you. I am going to love you from here, but I swear on circle if you don't come back to me I will raise hell and high water to get you back. I love you, now go do what you have to do but come back to me- you, the one and only love of my life." He had pulled her close and held her in a tight embrace for some time finally letting go when her tears soaked straight though his shirt. With a kiss to her forehead he let her go. In tears, she left. In tears he remained for the rest of the hour.

Tom called harry to make sure she had gotten there safe, to his surprise the boy didn't answer him with a snarky remark but with compassion, "She made it here safe. Listen Tom I know this must be hard for you" Tom snorted at that, "but it was mighty big of you to let her go without making a fuss."

"Um, Harry just look out for her while we are apart, yeah."

"Not a problem Tom."

"Thanks for doing this for her." That was all he managed to say before he hung up the phone. His heart was yearning for Hermione but he knew that she had to figure somethings out on her own.

She is beauty.

She is grace.

She will punch you in the face.

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022617: Weekend Escapade

We planned our weekend during the weekdays.

Friday : Students Jam at UL

Saturday : Sunflower Maze, Tayug

Sunday : "WHO YOU" day

SATURDAY.

It was settled. We were going with the plan until... we got into the van heading to Tayug. Charm's sister messaged Ali to tell Charm that the whole fam is going to Baguio that day and they're gonna stay overnight.

Naisip namin, sumama nalang kaya kami? Charm asked kung okay lang and they said okay! Okay. Kalma. Excited na meeeeeeeee!!!!! Hahahaha actually, we were a little hesitant because

Hel: I really want to see the sunflower maze saka I had a deal with Roselyn na kapag sumama ako sa Students Jam, pupunta kami sa sunflower maze sa Saturday +++ i have plates to do!! +++ i have no clothes! And i can't go home because di na ako makakaalis hahaha.

Ali: she has to review for her unit test on monday daw and her mami doesn't know hahaha.

Rose: she has a practice tomorrow for choric speech.

Pine: he has some lappie stuffs to do.

At the same time, the thought of spending overnight in Baguio thrilled us (YAS OVERNIGHT!) because

1. Malamig sa baguio and I'm tortured by the Pang. weather since forever.

2. Sleepover in Benguet!! I've never been to benguet even though I lived in baguio for two years and it's a little far from the city meaning: fresher air, few houses and vehicles andd nice and welcoming people. Baryo > City.

3.CRASH. We're all(almost) off the teenage phase and adulting is eating us kaya we should make the most out of every opportunity to bond and enjoy lifee! +++ we agreed of a motto for that escapade, "ENJOY NOW, CRY LATER" Hahahaha.

Ayun na nga. Umalis kami sa van going to tayug, the driver was calling us saying, "aalis na to malapit ng mapuno!" "Wag na kayong pabebe" hahaha. No kuya, we are going North hahaha.

Pine and Charm lend me shirts and jogging pants because I decided not to go home while Alison borrowed clothes from Roselyn. We had lunch at Roselyn's house and waited for Charm there tapos we went to the bus station going to Baguio na.

When we arrived, Roselyn was making yaya to the skates at Burnham but we were all hungry. I wanted to make them try the sisig at Laxamana (my fave sisig when i was still in slu) so pinilit ko sila. We rode a jeep to the place, medyo kabado pa ako because baka may makita akong kakilala ko hahahaha. Ayun we ate there, Roselyn had 1.5 extra rice tapos sabi nya "hindi naman masarap" hahahaha.

After Laxamana, niyaya ko sila sa Circle, a cute school supplies store near the the sisig and they were all like:

"OOOOOOH"

"OOOOOOOOOOOH"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH"

Hahahahaha, pero pretty talaga yung mga notebooks dun pramis! So hipstery and tumblry. Ang ending, they all chose something, inadvance nilang lahat yung birthday gift nila kay Alison and have the notebook as the gift from her hahaha. RIP Alison's wallet hahahaha. I tried to negotiate with her na iaadvance ko na din yung birthday gift ko sa 2018 pero good for 2017 lang daw yung promo nya. Hahaha.

After Circle, we went to the grocery store just beside it for a mini grocery twaym. Biglaan kasi ang lahat kaya wala kaming shampoo, girl echos and toothbrush(i lost my toothbrush at roselyn's house kasi huhu). While we were at the baggage counter, may tinuro akong korean kay alison and she said, "OPPA" pacute voice HAHAHA. I dont know if the oppa heard pero natatawa ako hahaha. Grocery grocery, we thought of buying chips and wine but no one wants to do the honor kaya di kami bumili hahaha. Nung nasa counter na kami, I panicked because hindi ko mahanap yung number namin sa baggage counter, nakikipag usap nako dun kay kuya na nawala ko nung nilabas ni Charm (bwisit sya hahaha).

Nung paakyat na kami, may nadaanan kaming alcohol free taste, mukha syang empirador pero feeling ko wine lang. I was the one who drink last tapos inistraight ko, *insert dirgursting shet!* ang pait! Hahahaha, inopen ko yung gummy gummy ko agad, ang init sa throat huhu.

Skates, Burnham.

We payed 50 each for 30minutes of skating and I spent 20 minutes trying to stand! Andun lang ako sa gilid nakakapit sa poste, nakakakapit na nga ako napapasplit pa'ko. I heard them fall and fall and fall pero I was too focused of not getting my head bagok kaya di ko sila matawanan full blast hahahahaha. After awhile, nakakaskates na din si Ali at Charm kahit na nanginginig nginig yung mga paa nila hahahaha they wanted to help me pero ayaw kong bumitaw sa poste kasi pag nadulas ako mahirap tumayo af! Hahahaha. Roselyn was good at it kaya paikot ikot na sya sa area and Pine knows how to skate too. While Roselyn was in the middle with her monopod, a foreigner guy in skates bumped into her pero hindi sila natumba. I dont know what exactly happened, I just heard the sound of her phone flying and falling hahahaha. She went on my side (the poste and me) to check her phone tapos lumapit yung nakabangga sakanya asking if it's okay, Roselyn was inis with him, siguro she wants to ratatat him na pero he's a foreigner and di sya nakapagprepare ng english ratatat, ang nasabi nya lang dun sa foreigner, "You're bad!" HAHAHAHAHA.

After telling myself na hindi ko ikamamatay tong skates, I agreed to let go of my beloved poste and get help from Roselyn, kabado me because I know na pag matutumba ako di naman nya ako massave, mahihila ko pa sya hahahaha. Fortunately nakaabot naman ako sa kabilang side, with the railings as my new 'poste'. While I was skating while nakakapit sa railing, nadulas ako pabaliktad! And di ko binitawan yung railing kasya napwersa yung braso ko huhu until now masakit pa din. I crei. Ayun na. Struggle nanaman tumayo. Jusqlord. Habang nagsstruggle ako tumayo I see them magkakahawak kamay silang apat habang nagsskate hahahaha, I took a vid of them I just dont know if I can post it here hahaha. Inggit af me pero feeling ko pag kasama ako dun matutumba kaming lahat hahahahaha. Just when I was kinda learning how to do it, 4minutes nalang yung time huhu. Nagskate ako back to my poste, yung konting distance nalang makakakapit na'ko dun nadulas nanaman ako ugh hahaha. Sabi ko sa isip ko 'fuck this shit pagod na me' so dun ko na tinanggal yung skating shoes kung saan ako nadulas hahaha.

All in all, my first skating experience was an epic fail pero it was fun. I want to tell in detailed how they fell and fell pero di ko masyado nakita, basta naririnig ko nalang yung pag "BOG!" ng sahig followed by "animal!" "animal ka!" and laughters hahahaha.

Ps. Alison fell three times *coughs*. Roselyn fell two times pero both sobrang hurt hurt *coughs coughs* HAHAHA. While Charm, minor falls lang and hindi masakit kasi manhid sya haha. Si Pine, di sya nagsshare kung ilang beses syang nafall! Sa skates. Hahaha

4:11am, I haven't had any sleep yet and I'm on a phone break from my plates. Where were we? Ayun. We went to SM to meet Charm's pemily, halos gumapang na'ko from Burnham to SM because paakyat and nagmamadali kami kasi kanina pa daw sila naghihintay tapos mag exclamation point na yung messages nila hahahaha. Nung nakita namin sila, they said we're gonna walk back to Burnham and we're looking at each other like 'fail! Hahahaha', the walk back was easier because pababa, we even saw jollibee on the way haha, I had a selfie with it (we looked bagay haha). I lost count kung ilang beses kaming nagkahiwahiwalay hahaha basta nagkakawalaan kami. Meron yung nahiwalay kami nina Pine and Ali ata sakanila because we were distracted dun sa public viewing na nagtotorrid kiss hahaha.

Around 8pm siguro, We rode a jeep going to La Trinidad then bumababa kami somewhere I dont know to wait for a taxi. Alison and Pine rushed to the nearest tindahan to buy chips tapos we drank buko juice while waiting. Idk it doesn't seem to fit, yung buko juice tapos cold weather hahaha. Aaand may dumating ng taxi, we saw the city lights from there ang ganda!

Longlong, La Trinidad. We were welcomed by the cold breeze in Longlong. When I say cold, I mean nilalamig ako di ko alam kung nilalamig din sila hahaha. I was wearing denim SHORTS +++ no jacket kaya malamig talaga hahahaha. Kasi naman, biglaan yung Baguio akala ko magpapakasummer feels ako sa Tayug hahaha.

We gathered in a small cozy living room, kanya kanyang upo na hahaha. Charm's family was catching up with each other tapos nakikinig lang kami. Tapos kumain ako ng baby corn, nakatatlo ata ako! Hahahaha. Suddenly, I missed Quezon, parang ganun yung vibe dun eh huhu. May isa sa amin na nagyaya sa labas so we went. Alison was kind enough to lend me her jacket pangtulog pero masikip! Hahaha. Paglabas namin tumambay kami sa across the street while eating chips.

And there I thought, 'I like this.' I mean I like us going cafe hops, singing at the top of our lungs in ktvs, watching movies, getting drunk at sleepovers, riding wild rides and taking lot of pictures but I like this better, just sitting outside in the cold watching few cars pass by. Maybe it's because of benguet's temperature hahaha basta something about the mood. It's tumblry hahaha.

Few minutes later we were called to go back inside for dinner, Charm's ate took a pic of us there but it's malabo pero keri. After eating and a little kwentuhan ulit Charm's tita(ata) told us that we will walk for another one hour para pumunta dun sa tutulugan namin. Honestly, naexcite ako! Hahaha but unfortunately joke lang daw yun haha, naglakad lang kami ng konti tapos we went inside a house tapos nakamazed kami sa malaking tv tapos sa mini bar haha. Inayos namin yung mga sleeping place namin tapos kwentuhan na ulit. We planned to take a bath na that night kasi feeling namin di namin kaya maligo sa umaga because BRR tapos sira daw heater. Peroooo.. di din nami kaya haha. Half bath only, si pine kinaya nya.

SUNDAY

I woke up around 5am, masakit na masakit yung ulo ko and i feel like throwing up. NagCR ako and naglabas ng hinanakit haha. After that I went back to our higaan and tried to sleep again pero masakit talaga and I wanna puke ulit kaya bumalik ako ng CR then *bwaaak* nireplay ko sa utak ko yung mga ginawa ko that caused this kalbaryo the *TING!* may hangover ako!! Dun sa freetaste na parang emperador! HAHAHAHA fuuu ang lakas naman nun? Hahahaha. Bumalik ako ulit sa higaan then I gently tapik tapik Alison, nung gumalaw sya i whispered "tic tac" yung candy na tic tac! Hahaha, she reached for her bag tapos binigay nya sakin yung tic tac tas tulog sya ulit haha. Ako palang gising that time and my headache is killing me huhu bwisit na hangover di na ako magffree taste (WOW HAHA). When nagising na sila Charm's ate gave me gamot pangsakit ng ulo, ininom ko then few minutes later nasusuka nanaman ako kaya naglabas ako ng sama ng loob sa cr ulit basta feeling ko mamamatay nako! Hahaha.

We ate breakfast and went up sa kalsada, tapos sabi ni Charm may small mountain dun na makikita mo yung roads sa baba. We went there, mini hiiike!! Parang less than 10minutes hike lang sya tapos ang ganda dunn and malamig pa, we took lots of pictures and videos. Basta maganda dun, my kind of chill place. We went down na, tapos may pick up dun na red. They wanted us to sit inside pero pinush namin sa labas haha, It’s so fun and malamig. Idk kung san kami pupunta pero dun pala sa bahay ng isang tito ni Charm, we went sa balcony and maganda rin yung view, we took pictuures. After dun, aalis na daw kami. Nung nasa labas na kami, biglang tumakbo si Charm and Ali tapos narealize namin ni Roselyn kung bat sila tumakbo, nakikipag unahan sila sa pick up para sila yung tatayo. Edi sila na nakatayo hahaha.

Strawberry faaarm. First time ko pumunta dun, pagbaba namin there’s a kuya na nagtitinda ng strawberry icecream sabi nya puuure strawberry daw yun so we tried it masaaraaap. Thanks umma alison hahaha. Ang ganda nung farm. Nahulog si Roselyn sa idk what to call it basta yung putikan haha white pa naman shoes nya. Tapos we went to the small flower farm inside the strawberry farm, we paid 5pesos sa entrance and took pictures, kahit papano nawala yung sunflower thirst ko kasi madami rin sunflower dun hahaha. After Strawberry farm bumalik na kami sa pick up, pupunta na kami sa city yay.

While we were on the road, biglang umambon, lalo malamig wee. Tapos palakas ng palakas basang basa na kamii. Charm’s tito parked the car sa Jollibee, we all went inside and nilibre nila kami yaay hahaha. Nagcharge na din kami ng phone. Nung hindi na umuulan bumalik na kami tapos to city naaa.

They dropped us at Pines Garage because uuwi na kami hahaha. Tapos yun we said goodbye to them, kaming apat nalang magkakasama; me, pine, rose, ali.

Rose and Ali wanted to go to burnham park kasi bibili daw sila ng pasalubong so we went. They bought bracelets ako i bought a strawberry keychain na nilagay ko sa payong ko because wala lang it’s cute. Sabi ko may manghuhula there tapos gusto nilang dalawa magpahula, ako din gusto ko pero ijajudge ko muna kung makatotohanan yung manghuhula hahaha. Hinanap namin yun tapos 50each daw hula. Nauna si Alison, the way I saw it peke yung manghuhula hahaha. Masyadong play safe yung mga sagot nya like.. Alison asked.. “Magkakatuluyan po ba kami” or something like that tapos the manghuhula said, “Kung walang haharang sa inyo at malalagpasan nyo ang mga pagsubok magkakatuluyan kayo” pinipigilan kong tumawa like loool hahahha. Si Roselyn pinush nya pa rin. I forgot the convos na basta face palm hahahaha.

After manghuhula, we bought footlongs and sweet mais tapos pines garage na then off we uwi.

I should’ve wrote this nung fresh pa ang mga pangyayari, ngayon I can’t recall the feels na, nung feb pa kasi to hahaha. I could’ve narrate the mini hike part better pero nakalimutan ko na huhu that was my fave part pa naman, tapos yung pick up rides. Pero finally nagawa ko din to hahaha. The experience was very nice tapos happy talaga me. The End.

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