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So I had a little idea for a crossover fic with Stardew Valley and Into the Woods. But I need a little bit of help deciding who's who.

Here are my thoughts on the characters

I would like the farmer to be the baker. This is mostly because Into the Woods revolves around the Baker and is as close to a main character as there is in Into the Woods. Plus having the Grandfather being the enemy of the witch/wizard makes the most sense. Although I could see Abigial being good in the Bakers role and having Peirce being angry at the wizard for being the actually father of his chind but I digress . Now personally Haley is my favorite bachelor/bachelorette so I feel like I have to make her the bakers wife but this could be changed.

Now Little Red Ridding Hood. I feel like theres only one person who could play little Red and thats Abigail. Both are very adventerous but at the end of the day are still people who get scared and feel sad despite trying to prove others otherwise. This does however bring up the question, Who is grandma?

Heres an easy one Witch as the Wizard.

Now Jack on the other hand I could see being two people for enterly different reasons. Either Shane or Sam. I think Shane would be a good choice because of his love for animals it would make it easier to replace Milky White with a chicken. But Sam on the other hand fits Jack's personality and age better. I also have to consider Jack's mom into the equation because I think Marnie or Jodi could fit into the role pretty well.

Now the princes. I LOVE the idea of Elliot as one of the princes, specifically Rapunzel's Prince, both very poetic and whimsical. I think the other prince could be Alex which would work with the Baker's Wife/prince affair close to the end of the musical but im not totally firm on that one.

And for some reason I could see Willie being the Mysterious man/Bakers Father. I just think its a little silly and thats why I like it.

But heres the part I need help on. Cinderella and Rapunzel.

Rapunzel is tough because she needs to be related to the baker somehow and have a close connection to the Witch. I could see Penny being a good fit but for no particullar reason.

Cinderella on the other hand needs to have some form of a bad home life or else the story of Cinderella doesnt make sense. I could also see Penny here becasue of her relationship with her mom or I could see Sebastian here because Demetrius is the worst stepfather of all time and I could easily see Robin brushing off small things she sees between Demetrius and Seb. Either way I think we would have to get rid of the wicked stepsisters because i would hate to picture Maru in a negative light like that. However I think Emily would make the most sense logically and would be a really good Cinderelle. She has absent parents and a not so great sister. I just need yall's thoughts.

I would like to hear yalls opinions on who the characters would be (Keep in mind, most of the die) even if yalls characters are totally different than mine. I would also want to know in anyone is vaugley interested in this and if anyone is interested in co-writing!

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Wildflowers and wild songbirds

Warnings: Mostly just intense fear from Lucy Gray

Word Count: 2259

Chapter 1

She ran. Ran like a fire was licking at her feet. Her feet barely touched the ground as she fled from the chaos that the seemingly peaceful afternoon could bring. The echoes of the gunshots still rang through her ears, the memory of the moment was all she could think about besides running. But now she was alone in the wilderness. A wilderness she hadn't been in since both her parents had been alive.

The Mockingjays still following her seemed to mock her panting others the gunshots and a few even mocking her singing. She never minded the Mockingjays but now she wished she could get a few moments of peace. Her heart pounded furiously against her chest, reminding her of the likely fact that Coriolanus Snow was still trying to track her, to kill her. That little thought made her keep running, no matter how much her lungs burned. It didn’t matter what she faced in the arena, Coriolanus scared her more than any tribute. 

Coriolanus Snow. A boy she loved. A boy who claimed to love her, and maybe he did, but she would never know. She shook the thought of the man with the cold, icy blue stare and focused on the ground before her. So she ran, ran until she couldn't. She ran until her lungs threatened to burst. She ran until her legs gave out.

Her body shook with exhaustion, and if she was being honest, also fear. She lay there vulnerable and exposed, surrounded by the golden hues of the setting sun. And despite herself, despite the fear that coursed through her veins she managed to close her eyes. She told herself that it would only be for a few minutes. But once her eyes closed she couldn’t stop herself from going gentle into that good night.

She stirred from her unconsciousness as the light flickered through the thick canopy. Confusion clouded her mind before the memories of the day before came rushing back. But before she could gather her bearings, voices broke through the silence, which all but startled her awake.

Panicked and slightly disoriented, she scrambled to her feet, her heart hammering against her chest. She recoiled instinctively, fear was pulsing through her much like the day before. As the voices got closer she quickly rose to her feet. If her presence wasn’t known before it definitely was now. The noise she made caused the group of people to look over in her direction. 

There were four of them, three boys and one girl. They all had guns, all of which looked primitive like the type that were produced during the Dark Ages. They all looked at her very confused. If her times in the games taught her anything it was to think fast. Quickly and with trembling hands, she seized a nearby rock and hurled it at this group of strangers barely missing one of them. 

“Stay back!” She yelled, her voice hoarse. She picked up another rock. “I won’t go back! I won’t”. There was no doubt that her voice sounded fearful. The group all looked at each other before the girl sighed and stepped forward. 

The figure lowered her gun before speaking, “Listen we don't intend-”

This time her aim was true as it hit the girl on the shoulder. “Ow! Why-Why did you do that?” The girl seemed more confused than mad or hurt. 

“Stay back!” She repeated, her voice trembling with adrenaline and fear. She clutched another rock, her knuckles white. 

The girl stepped forward cautiously, raising a hand in a pacifying gesture. “We don’t intend any harm,” she began again, her tone calm but cautious. She watched as understanding crossed her face. “You're from the districts…aren't you?” 

Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, her mind racing Memories of the arena and of Snow flooded her thoughts, each one a lesson in survival.

“I can’t trust you,” she replied, her voice wavering but determined. “I’ve been tricked before.”

The girl gave her a small smile before taking another step towards her “I can imagine. But we aren't like them.”

Her grip on the rock loosened slightly, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. Could she dare to believe them? Could she afford not to? The weight of yesterday clung to her.

She took a hesitant step back and lowered the rock but she was still ready to throw it again. In response the girl gently and slowly put the gun on the ground. “There, now you” the girl said slowly.

After a moment of hesitation she mirrored the action. The tension in the air seemed to ease slightly. 

“I don't want any trouble, but I won't hesitate to defend myself” She said as the girl approached. She kept a watchful eye on the rest of the group. 

The stranger nodded in understanding as she approached “I get it, we all do what we have to do to survive. '' They weren't far apart and though she felt safer than earlier she still had her guard up.

A moment of silence passed between them, the only sound was the gentle breeze rustling the grass. The girl walked a bit closer before offering her a hand “What's your name?”

“Lucy Gray Baird”

And that was how you met her.

Your small patrol group ended up taking her back to town. She was currently in a small empty shack scarfing down food. You sat a little ways off staring at said shack deep in thought. What to do? What would happen to her? This had never happened before. 

“She's an interesting one isn't she?” You hear the voice of Eddy. He was the ‘leader’, well at least as close as this group had, also known as your uncle.

“I suppose” Your gaze was still fixated on that shack.

He chuckled a deep chuckle, “Well I'm afraid to say that you have a new job” You shake your head already knowing what he’s going to say, “Yes. Figure out why she's here, that’s all I ask” 

“I could tell you why,” You say firmly. She was just a scared girl who was running, from what you weren't sure

“You don't know that for sure,” He said gruffly before shaking your shoulder “Now go.” He said leaving no room for argument. 

With another sigh you stand up from the chair, “Fine.” 

You stride towards the shack, the uneven wooden planks of the patio creak beneath your boots. As you approach, the scent of stale bread and dried meat wafts through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest. 

Pushing open the worn door, you step into the dimly lit interior. The room is sparse, furnished only with a crude wooden table and a few rickety chairs. At the center of it all sits the mysterious woman, her back turned to you as she continues to devour her meal with gusto. Clearing your throat to announce your presence, you watch as she stiffens slightly before slowly turning to face you. Her gaze meets yours, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of her stare.

“Miss Lucy Gray,” you say as a small greeting before moving to one of the empty chairs that was as far away from the food as possible. You were always taught to never get close to an animal that was eating. “I'm here to talk”

“Talk about what?” Her accent was strange, you were sure yours was strange to hers as well. After all, self isolated groups tended to create their own dialects. 

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, observing Lucy Gray's puzzling demeanor. Despite the simplicity of her surroundings, there's an undeniable aura of intrigue surrounding her.

"You’ve caused a big upset, Miss Lucy Gray," you begin making sure to choose your words with care. "People are concerned you see? People around here are easily scared. Some think you’re here on Capitol orders."

“And what if I am?” She asks in a slightly teasing tone, a stark difference from every other word that crossed her mouth.

You find yourself smiling slightly, “Well I know you're not,” you slightly lean forward. “Call it intuition but you don't seem like the type”

She let out a soft giggle that echoed through the dimly lit room. “Intuition? Darlin’ your reading far to much into this” 

“Perhaps…” You say all but ending the conversation. 

She hums and leans back in her chair. She hums a song that is vaguely familiar, like a song from your childhood that you never hear again but can describe to perfect detail. 

“Say,” You begin, “How does getting out of this windowless shack sound?” 

“Amazing” Lucy Gray states with a small smile. 

“Alright then,” You say standing.

She follows after you quickly, “This isn’t you just trying to butter me up is it?” 

“Slightly,” You say, glancing at her, “But I also just want to get out of this damn shack,” She lets out a laugh as you open the door.

“Appreciate the honesty…how’s your shoulder?”

“Just fine, don't worry about it” You say, placing a hand on her lower back to make her take that final step outside. You retract your arm as she does.

As you step out of the shack, the cool breeze greets you, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape. You take a deep breath, savoring the feeling of freedom that comes with being outdoors.

The girl beside you smiles, a real open smile.  “Last time I was this far north was when the Covey could still travel freely…everything out here’s so different than in District 12.”

You watch as her gaze wanders over all the small cabins that line the clearing and at the people who have yet to notice her presence. “Let’s go before they mob us” You smile, leading her down a narrow path that winds its way through the trees. "Nature has a way of changing, yet staying the same," you remark. "It's comforting in a way, don't you think?" 

She nods, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Definitely. There's something about being out here that makes everything else seem insignificant."

“And you find that comforting?” 

She just shrugs and begins to hum again. The sounds of birdsong fills the air, and the rustling of leaves accompanies your footsteps. The world feels alive and vibrant, a stark contrast to the stifling confines of the shack.

After a while, you reach a clearing overlooking a vast expanse of rolling hills and meadows. The sky above is painted in shades of orange and pink, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the landscape.

"Wow," Lucy Gray breathes, her eyes wide with awe. "This place is incredible."

You nod, feeling a sense of pride at having brought her here. "It's one of my favorite spots," you admit. "A place where you can forget about the troubles of the world and just... be.” You say feeling stupid at your poor explanation.

“Gosh, the grass is so green here” She says, basically falling into the grass. 

“When our people first came here some flowers were so tall, it’s said a man on horseback would only show his head.” You say sitting down beside her. “In the summer the uplands-” You say pointing to the tops of the hills, “The grasses become strewn with lilac, it’s a smell unlike any other, and later on in the season Indian Paintbrush grows in red an yellow wherever the sun hits. So if you think this is pretty then…” You trail off. 

“Sounds wonderful,” She says simply. You couldn’t tell if she was fully listening.

“In June however the grass turns brown but not really,” She lifts an eyebrow at you, “It’s more gold and saffron and red…more of an indescribable color,” 

She nods in understanding. “Is it like that in the Districts?” You ask politely, giving her room to speak.

“No…mostly buttercups and daisies” She says her accent thick. “But not always…water comes in thirty year cycles,”

“Describe it,”

She glances at you before turning her attention back to the horizon. “Well I don't know much personally but everytime I talk about the landscape to someone older than me they always give me an earful,” You let out a breathy laugh at that.

Her lips twitch up, “There’s usually 5 or 6 good years and the land is covered in bright green grass. Then there’s the 6 or 7 pretty good years and then the dry years would come. The land dries up and the grasses head out leaving great big dry patches of grass and leave the streams dry as bone.” 

"It sounds like a dance," you muse. “Like a waltz”

She nods, her eyes shining. "A dance indeed. And we're but mere spectators, witnessing the rhythm of the land."

“Interesting way of saying that,” You say staring at the way the setting sun casts its different hues onto Lucy Gray’s face. 

As if to explain herself she says “I'm a performer…or was,” a sadness crosses her face.

“I liked it” You say absentmindedly. 

“Thanks-”

"No, thank you for sharing that with me," you say gently, cutting her off. She smiles a soft smile. 

With those words hanging in the air, you both turn your gaze back to the horizon, appreciating the land. And as the sun dips lower in the sky, painting the landscape with hues of gold and saffron, you let the worries of everything slip away.

A/N:

No idea how long this little idea of mine is going to last or how long it will take between chapters but I hope you enjoyed! <3

Also if anyone would like to be added to a taglist just let me know!

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Who'd me interested in this Lucy Gray x F!reader fic?

It would be multi-chapter fic.

It would follow Lucy Gray after the events of TBOSAS. Lucy Gray is escaping north and comes across a group of people that escaped during the Dark Ages. In this group in Reader. This group seems tight knit but a threat is slowly spreading through this group

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HC's for Abigail Roberts x Reader x John Marston

Most of these were written with a modern AU in mind but most could be read with a most canonical universe.

And...ughhh I just love these two, they're whole dynamic is just *Chefs kiss*

These are all SFW. It truly is just pure fluff down there.

Abigail is not a snuggler

John however will hug and squeeze you half to death if you snuggle with him.

You two could be a giant pile of limbs while Abigail's in her own little section of the bed all curled up.

John is a blanket hog. Abigail will constantly grumble about waking up with no blankets. 

Abigail is not a morning person but yet she likes to get up early and make John and you coffee. If you're also a morning person Abigail will find out what time you wake up and get up earlier than you.

John on the other hand would have fifteen alarms none of which wake him up. He has to be shaken to wake up. 

Abigail will constantly ask for help in the kitchen from you.

She's too afraid to take requests on what to make for dinner. She doesn't want to mess up and disappoint you two.

If you are a worse cook than her just having you there for emotional support will help.

John, if he's free, will drive you and/or Abigail anywhere. It's not that he thinks you're a bad driver (even if you are) he just wants to see you get there safely. 

I can't explain this one but John definitely wants to move to Australia

John likes to rub his beard/stubble onto ANY skin that is exposed, he loves your reactions.

He would do the same to Abigail but he learned the hard way she does not appreciate that. 

John constantly misplaces things. He'll ask you if you or Abigail have seen his keys or something and they'd be in his hand.

He would almost definitely play it off like “Yeah…I knew that”

When he's leaving the house he'll give Abi and you each a quick peck before leaving.

Abigail thrives off of eye contact. If she's talking to you and your eyes are on a book, phone, etc. she will grab your chin and make you look at her or will say your name over and over depending on how annoying she wants to be.

John sneezes like a freight train. Every time he sneezes in Abigail's presence she will look at you with the most shocked expression.

John loves to hold you both while you're sitting on the couch together. Loves to just wrap his arms around the two of you.

Abigail likes to lean against you or vice versa. 

She loves running her hands through your hair. 

One way to get her all flustered is to nuzzle your head or whole body into her.

Or just small acts of service. Brushing her hair, getting things ready for the day, helping with chores. It all just makes her feel so appreciated.

John is definitely a physical touch kind of guy. No words need to be said. Him just wrapping his arm around you or rubbing your shoulders is him saying he loves you.

He loves it if you initiate as well

John likes to go out and drink but Abigail is an angry drunk to everyone but you and John. John has to drink at home. 

You and John had to hold her back one time from going and attacking some dude for “looking at her funny.” 

Abigail definitely plans all birthdays, anniversaries, dates, etc. well in advance. 

If you bring flowers or chocolate for Abigail she will be extra sweet to you that day. Grabbing your hand, kissing your cheek, hugging you from behind 

If you get John something he will immediately go and get something for you. He'll be like “thank you…excuse me” then run to the store and pick up your favorite drink or something.

John uses coupons. I feel like he's one of the couponers who will buy all his items for the next week or so and only have to pay like two dollars. 

John is DEATHLY in love with you and Abigail and he will tell you two constantly about how much he loves you guys.

John is an 80’s music lover. He probably has like 50 band Tees

He's always 100% ready for someone to come up to him and ask “You're a fan? Name three songs”

He also likes Olivia Rodrigo but he will never admit that but you see the way he had to stop himself from singing to her songs

If you have a tough day Abigail will be there with you for as long as you need. She will stay up till 3 am if you need to vent. 

If either John or Abi see that you hurt yourself they will be all over you asking if you're okay even if it's a paper cut. 

If it's pretty bad John will try and kiss it better but if Abigail sees him doing that and it's not cleaned and bandaged then she will slap him in the back of the head and tell him to wait and that it's unsanitary. 

John is the least organized man. He gets pulled over and needs to find his registration? He is digging through his glove box pulling out the most random things. 

Abigail on the other hand? She is a woman who likes organization. She constantly gets at John and you if something is unorganized/messy. She will ask you and John to clean it up.

John is a romantic when he wants to be. Loves kissing your knuckles. 

Abigail is a very Do-it-yourself kind of woman. A button pops off of you or John's shirt? Boom mended. A door hinge squeaky? Boom, she bought WD-40.

If there's something she doesn't know how to fix she makes you or John figure it out. She will help of course. She definitely hates calling professionals 

John and you have to team up during board games if you have ANY chance of beating Abigail.

John is a Car enthusiast 

If something is wrong with your car he will fix it immediately.

If he sees someone on the side of the road he will pull over and ask if they need help with their car.

Just think about it, Abigail is a Black cherry lover. Loves the scent, loves the taste, loves the actual cherry.

John is the kind of guy who LOVES spicy food but also can't handle spice at all. Very low spice tolerance on this man. 

It's a ritual to watch TV before bed with them. You and John will whine and pout at Abigail until she finally comes to snuggle with you two. She will act all grumpy but you two know that she secretly loves it