#changed my farmer OC design and gave him a name!!

[lordbasilebub]

Bastards pathetic (he’s in love)

[quibbs126]

hi!! you said it'd be okay to request oc/canon fankids, so i thought i'd toss one of mine into the mix! her name's salt lick cookie, and she's a farmhand on a ranch. she mostly helps with the horses (hence 'salt lick'), and is a HUGE Horse Girl™. she has that THICK southern drawl, and is pretty laid-back in general. her pet would be a little living hobby-horse toy, y'know, the kind on a stick that you'd stand over and run around pretending to ride as a kid.

i think it'd be REALLY cute to pair her with potato cookie, since they both work closely with animals, and potatoes and salt tend to work well together lmao!

i do wanna apologize for a couple things regarding the reference image: since i can't draw, i used a mobile dollmaker app, so the colors aren't 100% accurate… salt licks run the gamut from pure white to a deep, pinky red, but nothing's as dark as the red on her overshirt, so that red should be lighter and more pinkish. (her bandana is supposed to be white and pink, too, not. yellow.) and the website i used to make the background transparent decided to also make her pigtails, shirt, and half of one boot transparent… hopefully that won't make a difference if the canvas is white?

ah, sorry, one more thing, if you ever decide to draw this, i'd prefer if you tagged energy-drink-cookie, since that's my cookie run sideblog!! even if you pass on this, i think it's really cool that you're open to ocs and i hope you're having a good day!

Here you are, this is Potato Chip Cookie

You said to tag @energy-drink-cookie so here you go

Oh and by the way if you’re wondering why the oc looks different in my ref than the one given, it’s because I redrew it myself and afterwards I was told I could use that version if I wanted

Anyways on to the show, so I named him Potato Chip simply because they’re potatoes and they’re usually salty. I mean one’s salt and the other potatoes, what else was I gonna do if not some form of salty potatoes?

Potato chips:

Funny enough when making the initial rough sketch, I thought he looked a bit too much like Salt Lick, but around the time I was finishing up, I thought he looked a bit too much like Potato. I’m willing to say now he’s probably more of an even balance

I do admit that I kind of just gave him Salt Lick’s top hair, just with some more rounded ends to resemble Potato more. I was always planning on making his hair blonde with white streaks since he’s still a potato, but I also made the blonde slightly more orange, though I don’t think it’s very noticeable

I also gave him those dark brown flecks in his hair just because the potato chips I was looking at had some pepper in them. And it tied in with the eyebrow color

I gave him pink eyes because it was supposed to represent the salt, but also I realize that if I didn’t give him pink eyes, he’d definitely look too much like Potato

So with his outfit, initially he was going to be a farmer, but I ended up think “what if he was a chef instead?” and went with that for everything below his scarf (since that was what I had drawn first). But also I didn’t change the initial look, mostly because I really liked it, so I think his top part and his bottom part may not entirely coincide with his theme

When trying to finalize the colors, I wasn’t sure about giving Potato Chip his yellow shirt, since I thought it looked off, but my friend told me to make it flannel and make his scarf red, so I did. I think I’ve gotten flannel mostly down, but truthfully I’m not sure

But yeah overall I quite like his design

Now onto his character

So I said before he’s a chef. Well he still lives on the potato farm with his family, but he also acts as their cook, since he’s got aspirations of one day being a famous chef (though he’s currently a bit too young to pursue these dreams, he’s still a teenager). His dishes mainly consist of various things made of potatoes like potato salad, potato chips, potato pancakes, loaded potatoes, you get the picture. Also if they have a mill for potato flour/starch, I imagine he mans it as his main role on the farm

Other than that, he’s a sweet guy. A bit shy and sometimes easily startled, but he doesn’t have an ounce of malice in his dough. He just likes to make food for the people he cares about

And yeah I think that’s about it for Potato Chip, I hope you like him!

[hejanic]

babyification process initiated. please stand by. 

thoughts under cut

Icarus is one of those fun “this is based off a space thing” ocs! He’s based off the sun. His original name was actually Sun I believe, but I changed it. In the story (if you can even call it that), he’s the prince of the Sun and he’s fallen in love with *gasp* the prince of the Moon. Cheesy and sad antics ensue.

As for his design, there wasn’t too much I wanted or felt the need to tackle. I love the concept of galaxy hair and wanted to keep that, but I did change up his hair style to be more scruffy and voluminous.

He also had some pretty nice clothes (for my standards back then at least), but I wanted to portray a more sunshine-y personality so I gave him some overalls and decided he’s a farmer. 

Overall I used more saturated colours and gave him a split-primary colour palette. 

[xathia-89]

From a Fire in the Woods

Introducing my new OC: Caitriona as having been showcased in @muggzc amazing stuff (go check it out). This is her beginnings, and she is a pain in the ass. 

Thick black smoke was filling the air, the sound of screams and pleading of lives surrounded her. They'd fought so hard, moving every few days and making ends meet by posing as gypsies, but something had given them away as her legs were burning from her running. Her black hair was braided out of the way, but her pale amethyst eyes were full with the acrid smoke. They were destroying every part of their existence, as her survival instincts were her only thing right now.

Her parents were gone, they had been some of the first to be killed. She knew they were looking for her as she leapt over a fallen tree, desperate to find somewhere to hide.

She heard a mix of foreign languages before she ran. They were a mix of Parisian, Viennese, Florian and Roman. She knew enough to know who was after them as she squirrelled away under the fallen tree. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her arms wrapped around her body as footsteps came and went.

She knew all of the horror stories. It was all the village elders would talk about around the campfire, but she had always written it off as a story. It was designed to stop them straying too far, but now she could see it was all a watered-down story to the reality she was experiencing.

"Mademoiselle?"

She kept herself perfectly still. She didn't want to be found, she would end up dead if she was thought to be alive.

A soft hand, brushing her face in surprise and making her flinch. He gently scooped his arm around her shoulders and then under her legs, making sure not to knock her head.

"I know you are awake," his voice was soft. "I won't let them hurt you."

She didn't want to open her eyes and let him win. The Parisian was spoken fast and furiously, it soon became apparent that they didn't know each other all that well since the man sighed once they had passed the initial questioning of the camp guards. She barely knew any of the language, she knew what words to listen out for, and not one of them had been uttered in the conversation just gone. She knew what he was and he likely knew what she was, but he must have a hidden agenda.

He had someone else hold her before she was passed up to him. He had her settled in front of him on his horse and then waved himself off. The lack of resistance told her that he was an important one, possibly one of the principal families. Which only confused her.

"We are not far outside of Paris, I have a house here where you can sleep and rest up. Then you have a lot of questions for me to answer, I am certain. But you need to eat and sleep first."

True to his word, he didn't ask her anything. They arrived, and he gave her plenty of space. It was a substantial house, several bedrooms and even a private lake, which made her stare in awe. She was used to sneaking into places like this to bathe as the man gave her all the space.

"There is one other resident here," he informed her. "But he is on the top floor. I will leave you on the ground floor and instruct him to leave you be. I will get you some clean clothes, and I will have no doubt that you have already seen the lake, so I will leave you to it. I will be in the first room after the entrance when you wish to find me."

It was beyond puzzling. He should have killed her on the spot, but he was actively helping her past those who he should be calling his allies. He was living up to his word so far, but she couldn't let her guard down.

The lake was cold, but it took the dirt and ash off her. Her clothes were ruined now she had a chance to take a look at them, which made her a little sad. It was the only physical connection she had, and there was no way to salvage them before she reluctantly dragged herself back to the manor. Her stomach was complaining violently, it had been a couple of days since her last meal. The pursuit had been brutal.

She stood at the front of the house, her head tilted to the side before the sounds of Paris filtered past. It was all behind a barrier, designed to keep them out, and the residents of the house inside.

"I promise you that you will come to no harm," he was watching her. It was unsettling. "I arrived too late to help properly. For that, I apologise."

"How do I know I'm just not going to be your food supply?" She couldn't help herself. She felt like a trapped prey.

"Because I would rather end myself. Though I am certain, you know exactly how to. Besides, your blood is poisonous to us. That's part of your charm. We can't feed off you."

It made her pause and frown.

"I see that fact has slipped from memory. My mother was killed by a village elder of your clan. She fed from a witch, and it seemed to spark ruthless anger. I was away to tend to her. Do you remember anything leading up to the pursuit? The other vampires won't tell me what happened."

"We've been on the run for a few days. Stopping to change horses and drink enough to keep going, we haven't been able to get any food. I just remember seeing my parents sounding the alarm that we were under attack. All of the older adults were constantly coming and going beforehand. I was trying to get the herbs to pay for our next meal without needing to steal."

"I am sorry for your loss. I have had some bread, meat and cheese prepared for you. It is warmer insider," he gestured, his arm showing her the way.

He was pleasant enough to keep his distance as she did eat. Her magic told her it was safe before she couldn't help but delve in like a starved animal. He watched her from the doorway, a bottle of blood in hand.

"I still don't know why you are helping me," she said, pausing in her feasting.

"Because I had the means to save you all. And I didn't. I selfishly chose to spend time with my dying mother, who had no chance of being saved."

"That still doesn't mean you need to do this. You could kill me before I kill you."

"I have need of your magic, and in return, I will give you protection."

"Why my magic?"

"Your bloodline is talented. I need some help to make sure I can protect any more residents I do so happen to pick up."

"I will have a long list of requirements for you then."

"Then I believe we may be in business. May I know your name? I am Monsieur Le Comte de Saint Germain."

"Caitriona."

A smile. And it wasn't looking at her like she was food. "Then I believe you are in need of sleep after this. We will discuss the details later on."

True to his word, anything she wanted was gifted to her. She had a small apothecary on the outskirts of Paris, he furnished her out, and he would pay for anything that needed repairing. She had never known such luxury. She had someone chopping wood for her, the blacksmith would repair anything without coming to her for payment. She would also find out that Le Comte would give the butcher, fishmonger and farmers an advance for the week to supply her. She found herself mostly on her own, she worked on her magic to Comte's means. He rarely came to her, only when she had sent word.

Then she found her first patient. A woman was heavily pregnant, but the child has died in her. It was too long for her to bring him back, but the mother was in danger of death as well right now. She delivered the child and gave her all of the potions to ensure the woman would recover and even deliver a healthy baby for her next time.

Word spread quickly. Some accused her of witchcraft, but Caitriona snorted and gave them a show of the herbs she used. The loudest complainers would usually be on her doorstep in time. A relative dying she could help, she made sure to learn some incantations from the Bible, covering up her work as that of God's will. She could save the dying within reason. She knew when it was time to help someone along their journey and when they had more living to do.

The years passed into centuries.

She was stood in front of her finished product, next to Le Comte. Two intricately carved wooden doors, it had taken her decades of work, and she had been missing on more than a few occasions much to Comte's misgivings until she always returned.

"What is this?"

She was holding out something seemingly insignificant, a small charm made of silver by all appearances.

"The only thing to guarantee that you can travel freely between the two points in time. I have no way of guaranteeing where you come out on the other side, but I will promise that you will find what you are looking for. Anyone else travelling with you will need to be touching you, or they may get lost for all eternity, and even if I was to go looking for them, then I could not promise to find them."

"Where does it exit?"

It's a fixed point in La Louvre. Humans will pass the door by without a wish to use it. But I've also installed a protection feature," Caitriona paused and gestured to the large and ornate hourglass. "You can only use it once the sand has fallen through. Otherwise, you risk doing irreparable damage. Once you have passed through, you have 2 days to come back, and the door will not unlock from the other side until another turn has been completed."

"Thank you."

"Mm, I wouldn't thank me just yet. I can still kill you with my blood."

"If you do so you will be hunted until you are dead. I know my kindred know I am harbouring a witch from all that time ago. I have had demands from the Da Vinci family to pass you over."

"Caterina can suck a goose. Her son will be of more interest, I don't know entirely when he will be born, but I know the two of you will become fond of each other."

"I am sure that we will see."

[dreamgirl4certain]

The Elevator Bae

Chapter TWO.

ONE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

Word Count: 4k. || Song Suggestions: Yuna ft. Usher x Crush

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes. I skimmed through this while at work. Shoutout to everyone that told me you liked this story. It gave me the extra push to finish this chapter. 

It’s been a little over a week since the last time Phoenix seen Erik on the elevator. Everyday since she found out his name, she would wait at the elevator, hoping that when those big doors slid open, Erik would be waiting on the other side. But for 9 days, nothing. She found herself disappointed every time. She would beat herself up about being disappointed. This man didn’t know her and was probably not thinking about her at all. But, each time, without fail, she still would think about him. Where he was and when she’ll see him again. Regardless if she never seen him again, he definitely inspired some good music.

Phoenix was getting ready for a studio session. Studio sessions were usually a chill environment for Phoenix. She never allowed too many people to be around. To work with her, there was no rowdiness allowed in her sessions. Most people respected that. She was a vibe and her space always reflected that. She had a routine to prepare herself for her sessions. She placed her signature royal blue BEATS headphones on and played her ‘Blue’s Magic’ playlist. As she’s bobbing her head to the beat, eyes closed, her phone buzzes with a text. Her engineering friend, Coby, texted her.

DJ Coby: Hey, what time will be pulling up? Someone’s here to see you.

Phoenix was confused. Who in the hell would be at the studio to see her.

Phoenix: Hey. I’m getting ready now. I should be there around 9. Who there?

Coby responded quickly.

DJ Coby: Sza

Phoenix: Nigga! You lying to me!

DJ Coby: lol dead ass. Hurry up. She said she needs to work with you.

Phoenix: I'm coming!!!

Sza was one of her favorite artists. CTRL was probably the album of her life. She practically ran to her room to get dressed. She changed into a heather grey biker short and T-Shirt set. Those were her favorite fits to wear. Cute but comfortable. Phoenix was all about comfort. Sliding her feet into some rainbow Nike Vapormax. She opted to let her curls just be. She didn’t have time to figure that out. Sza was waiting for her. She couldn’t keep her waiting too long. Placing her BEATS around her neck and grabbing her keys, she books it out the door.

Of course! The elevator is taking forever and a day. Phoenix is tapping her foot, anxious to get to the studio.

DING.

When the doors open, she rushes in. Going to push Ground Level, but it’s already glowing green. She releases a breath that she didn’t even realize she was holding. A weight lifted from her.

“Hey, Phoenix.”

She didn’t even notice that someone else was already in the cabin with her. Turning to see who it is, her heart damn near stopped.

“Hey...Erik.”

His smile made those infamous butterflies find their long lost home in her again. She had been preparing to see him. But, when she’s not even thinking about him, he shows up. Looking damn good at that. Black jeans with rips at the knees, a plain white V neck tee and black and red Jordan 1’s. He flashes that God forsaken smile at her.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” he says.

“Yeah. You’ve been missing.”

“You were looking for me?”

Yes, she was.  “I didn’t say that.”

“I was looking for you though.”

Her face goes completely red and she couldn’t hide the dorky smile she had if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to.

“Here I am.”

The elevator stops and the doors begin to open. Erik steps forward, standing between the now fully open doors. His body blocks half of the exit out. He holds his hand into the parking garage.

“Ladies first.”

Phoenix starts to walk out when her shoulder brushes against his chest. This man was SOLID! She stops and looks up at him and of course he’s already smiling at her. She playfully shakes her head at him and continues her way out.

“Have a good night, Phoenix.” He dragged her name. Was he doing this on purpose? She stops and turns to him, flashing her own smile.

“You too, Erik.”

Dragging his name they way he did hers. This time, she stood there to see how he would react. He licks his lips slowly like he knew what it would do to her. She watched him closely and her face went blank as she stared at his mouth.

“Don’t make me look for you again.”

“You don’t go missing again.”

They share another smile. Phoenix had reached her limit with him. There was no way that she could let him say anything else to her without jellylegs happening so she turned on her heels and headed to her car. Eriks stood firm in his place, watching her. She started her car and pulled out from her park and as she did, he waved at her. She watched him in her rear view mirror. He waited there until she turned out onto the road.

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Sza was everything Phoenix imagined her to be, plus more. Their session was like two old friends catching up. They meshed well together with their personalities and with the music. Phoenix shared some hooks she wrote and they made nothing short of magic. They both danced around the studio as the two songs they made, played on repeat. Coby recorded them on his Instagram.

“All we make is hits!” he said into the camera.

“We need a pic for the gram.” Sza says to Phoenix.

They pose up and Coby doesn’t fail to make sure they got the right shot.

“Ohhh, we cute.” Phoenix says. “Send that to me now.”

They all chill back onto the large couch in the studio.

“So, girl… who are these hooks about?” Sza ask.

Phoenix looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “Nobody.”

“You giving me this feeling…” Sza sings a line from the hook Phoenix wrote. “Somebody is giving you a feeling, sis.”

“No, no. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” Coby asks.

“It’s just like a crush. Nothing serious at all.”

“Ohhh you got a crush. Who is it?” Sza says pinching at Phoenix’s arm.

“Oh my goodness.” Phoenix covers her blushing face.

“She’s blushing! Who is it?”

“He’s nobody.”

“I have never heard of a nobody making a nigga blush as hard as you blushing right now. Your face looking like a grape tomato.” Coby laughs.

Phoenix cuts her eyes at him, trying so hard to look serious but he’s right. She can’t stop herself from smiling, thinking about her ‘crush’.

“He’s just a guy that lives in my building. We met on the elevator.”

“You got me singing about your elevator bae?”

Phoenix lets out a huge sigh. “I’m not telling y’all nothing else.”

Sza and Coby laugh her off. Coby looks at his phone. “Yo, it’s almost 6am.”

“Damn!”

They wrap up their session. Sza and Phoenix hug and say their goodbyes. Sza gives Phoenix her personal number so they could link again.

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It’s a little after 6am when Phoenix finally gets back home. Parking her car, she drags her body to the elevator, waiting for it to come. When it reaches the parking garage and the doors open, Phoenix comes face to face with her neighbor from a few floors up, Sydney. She’s a beautiful woman that one could consider an ‘Instagirl’. Her body was amazing and she always had a slayed wig. Sydney was never caught without a designer bag. Even this early in the morning, she was sporting a 28in black wig, a PINK tracksuit and chanel bag.

“Good Morning, Philly.”

Ava was usually the only person to call Phoenix the nickname but Phoenix never protested when other called her that. Plus, it was too damn late/early for all of that.

“Morning, Syd.”

Sydney steps out of the elevator. “You had a long night?”

“Yeah. I was in the studio.”

“Damn girl and you’re just getting home?”

Phoenix nods her head. She wasn’t really in the mood to be talking to her. Sydney just kept talking and Phoenix was so caught up in pretending to be listening that the elevator doors closed.

“Shit.” She hits the button hoping the doors would just open but now it was that the cabin is already going up.

“Damn girl, I’m sorry. I’ll wait with you.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. Her sleepy is now hitting her hard and the last thing she wants to do is listen to Sydney talk.

The elevator took forever coming back down. Phoenix had ran out of patience.

DING.

When the doors open, Erik is standing there with full workout gear on. Seeing him, made Phoenix perk up.

“Morning ladies.”

“Morn--”

“Good Morning, Erik!” Sydney says with enthusiasm, voice powering over Phoenix’s. “You’re about to work out?”

“Yeah.”

“How long are you about to be doing that?”

He shrugs. “Couple hours. Why?”

“You should come through when you’re done?”

That’s it. Phoenix had heard enough. She steps around them and get into the elevator. Hitting her floor number, the doors start to close but not before hearing Erik tell Sydney, “Alright. I’ll let you know.”

She would be lying if she said that didn’t crush her. Her hands instantly became hot and her chest was heavy. The thought of them ‘linking up’ made her pissed. She didn’t think she had a right to be pissed. He was just a crush, not her man. Hell, she didn’t even know the man’s last name.

Finally making it to her apartment, she closed all of the shades. Her apartment has floor to ceiling windows and she wanted all sunlight blocked. Her exhaustion seem to take over her body and she only made it out of her shoes before crashing on her bed and going deep into her sleep.

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When she woke, it was well into the afternoon. A shower melted away all of her tension. Phoenix relaxed herself more with a well needed yoga session in her living room. She had plans to take a few days to herself but first she needed to do some grocery shopping to replace all of her snacks. Phoenix made her way to the store and to the farmers market. Stacking up on all of the food she needed to make her mini staycation at home, a good one.

Her day was going pretty smooth. She hadn’t even thought about the mornings situation with Erik and Sydney. She made her way through the parking garage and luckily she was able to get a spot close to the elevator. Phoenix stacked all of her grocery bags on one arm. She refused to take more than one trip. As she is closing her trunk, the elevator doors open. Looking up, she sees Sydney walking out, smiling and Erik right behind her. She stood back so they wouldn’t see her and she watched as they talked and laughed toward his car. She watched as he opened the passenger door for her and walked around and getting in, himself. She tried to hurry up and make to the elevators before he drove around. But the doors took a bit longer than she expected to open. Erik’s car drove passed her just as she was stepping into the cabin. He stopped by the doors and rolled his window down. Before he could say anything, the elevator doors closed and Phoenix’s stomach dropped to the floor with her bags.

She could feel her anxiety coming through her chest. The negative thoughts rushed her brain before she could even try to stop them. She felt stupid for crushing on a guy like Erik. Phoenix was a very chill, laid back kind of girl. Sydney was the definition of a ‘Girly girl’ and she wasn’t afraid to show off what she had. Phoenix’s brain went a million miles a minute. Of course, she’s his type, she thought.

As she reached her floor, she struggled to gather up the bags that fell to the floor. When the doors opened, her neighbor from across the hall, Mya was waiting.

“I got you, girl.”  Mya says. She helped Phoenix with her bags without a second thought.

“Thank You so much.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You know I know the struggle.”

Mya follows Phoenix into her place, dropping the bags off in the kitchen. Phoenix goes through one of the bags, pulling out a Kombucha and giving it to Mya.

“Here. This is my thank you since you won’t let me say it.”

“Now this is something I’ll take. Thanks girl.” Mya smiles and leaves out.

Phoenix leaves her groceries on the counter and sits on her couch. She had to admit her feelings were hurt. She wasn’t fully sure as to why but they were. She sat there for a moment, letting herself process the bullshit as much as she could before turning on some music and putting away her groceries. Just when she thought her mind was free, Yuna x Crush started playing through her speakers.

“Damn God, can you chill? I don’t need this.” She goes to pick up her phone that she left on the couch to change the song and sees that she has a bunch of notifications from her Instagram. She clicks the app and she’s tagged in a pic by Sza. It was the pic they took at the studio with the caption.

So much love for my girl @DJPhoenixBlue. This album is about to be amazing.

HER ALBUM?! To be a producer on Sza’s album would be a huge step for Phoenix. That post made her page blow up. She had gained at least another 3,000 followers. People were showing her so much love on her pics and videos. She clicked back on the picture and commented

Love you boo! More hits coming soon!

That made her feel so much better. Erik slipped from her mind in that moment. She let the music continue to play through her speaker and she danced around her living room until a phone call paused the music. It was her manager, Alyssa..

“Lyssaaaa, what’s up?”

“Hey, Phoenix. I have some good news.”

Phoenix patiently waits for Alyssa to continue.

“You’ve been requested to DJ at a party next week. The promoters are offering to pay you double your rates.”

“Double? Who the party for?”

“It’s the grand opening of that new club, X down in Hollywood. A lot of big names will be there.”

“Hell yeah! I wanna do it.”

“Okay, great! I’ll let them know. Also, a few labels have been watching you. I’m setting up a meeting for this Friday for you to meet them. This is could be big for you.”

Phoenix is being hit with so much good news she can’t even contain herself. She’s bouncing on her feet.

“Okay! Just let me know where and what time and I’m there.”

“Cool. I’ll keep you posted. Enjoy your days off.”

Phoenix hung up, squealing. All of her dreams are slowly but surely manifesting right before her eyes. The rest of her evening was spent eating a pizza that she ordered and finally catching up on all of her shows. She sat on her couch, wrapped like a burrito in her weighted blanket, struggling hard to keep her eyes open.

A hand snakes around Phoenix’s waist. She bit her lip at the warmth and released a small moan. She laid her head back onto the large chest behind her. He trailed wet kissed up her shoulder and neck until he reached her cheek. She turned her head to him and he smiled.

“Lay down.” He said.

She followed his orders. His shirtless body stood over her. He snatched her panties off quickly and his head disappeared between her thighs.

Closing her eyes, “Fuck Erik! That’s feels good.”

Tags: @purple-apricots @abeautifulmindexposed @lostennyc **If anyone would like to be tagged, let me know :)

[depressed-chicken-man]

Cooped Up

Shane x OC

CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5

Summary:

After failing to start her dream in the city, the fashion designer turned farmer tries to cope with her new life in the last-ditch effort to make a happy home for herself. She has so many concerns for her new life. How much of her identity is stuck in the city? Will she even make a difference?

Even if she doesn’t think so, it’s undeniable that she will make a difference for a certain depressed coop keeper.

Chapter 3: Marnie’s Nephew

Chapter 3 on Ao3

A week passed since Jen had first met Haley and they had met up almost every day since. This was the first day that she had not managed to make an outing because this was a more special day on her farm.

She had so much fun with Haley and was reminded of a friend she had in college. The blonde photographer in practice was extremely supportive and told her what she knew about other townsfolks and Jen herself wondered how far it fell into gossip but most of what Haley had shared was truthful so far. Jen really enjoyed having lunch and tea with her and it was a welcome friendship. Not only was Haley an interesting and fun friend so far, but they also shared a common interest.

Makeup and fashion.

Haley had introduced her to her sister, Emily, who oftentimes was a worker in the Saloon. She also got to meet Alex, who seemed nice enough but there was one thing that irked Jennifer about him. His nickname for her, Farmer Girl . She hated it.

In the moments she could barely afford to spare outside of tending to her farm and trying to get her parsnips to flourish, she would go visit Haley, who always welcomed her in to chat. It was that or she would opt for some alone time to sit at the pier south of her farm. One thing she enjoyed without a doubt was the sounds of the forest, the birds and trees. She loved the lapping of the water at the water’s edge and against the pier. It was soothing and relaxing and welcome when she was beyond exhausted.

It was then when she was alone that she could think about her progress and wonder if she was doing everything right. She could reflect on her day and wonder if she could keep it up, if she would get better, or if it was all doomed.

Even if she had tea with Haley once in a while, she still missed her city cafe latte.

Today was the big milestone on her farm, and despite having poured her savings into it, a coop was sure to help her farm grow and make a profit. She was excited and relieved, yet there was still that fear she had yet to get over. She had tried to get over it by watching “cute chicken videos” but for every cute video, there was another one of a rooster chasing a kid or a hen flogging someone who dared to enter the coop.

Still, her pride and determination to eventually be able to sell fresh eggs were enough for her not to hesitate. She was gonna have eggs even if she had to run, screaming out of her coop every single day. With another satisfied look at her new coop and a small stock of feed while her silo was being constructed, she walked around her freshly watered crops and made her way to the ranch.

In no time, she had made it to the door of the ranch, the moos of the dairy cows welcomed her. She took the time to dust herself properly, looking dreadful and dirty but that was the price to pay for her hard work. She was taking showers nearly every day because she refused to walk into town looking so dreadful. She had her appearance to uphold and she stuck to it. The exception was of course that Marnie didn’t seem like she cared a bit and Jennifer knew she already trusted herself enough to look humble.

Having dusted herself enough, she stepped into the ranch door and Marnie called from a back room. Jen waited and perked up when she saw the woman appear from around a corner near the back of the house.

“Oh miss Jennifer, I know why you’re here today! Robin already told me, but I’m having a small issue.” She called out, looking back into the room she came from before making her way to the front.

“An issue? I could come back later if I need to?” Jennifer offered but Marnie shook her head in response.

“No need. It’s just that my niece is sick with a virus. Poor Jas has been in and out of the bathroom all morning, bless her heart. I can’t come to help you, but my nephew can. It’s actually his day off and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” She gave and immediately set on her way. “He’s in our coop right now, I’ll go get him. Stay here.” She ordered and Jennifer stood in the lobby, if it could be called that being the foyer of a house.

She wondered what Marnie’s nephew was like. She knew that Marnie had told her his name but Jen couldn’t remember what it was. She wondered if he would be a good friend to her. She wished that was the case, as this ranch was essentially her neighbor. She came up with a quick mental image of what Marnie’s nephew was like. Kind like Marnie? Humble like Marnie? Surely he’d have red hair like Marnie?

In no time, Marnie returned, talking over her shoulder to her nephew, who followed her out the door and into the kitchen. It took her a moment to recognize him, but her sinking feeling set in as soon as she did.

That’s right… Marnie’s nephew’s name was Shane.

Jen closed her eyes and took a deep breath to prepare herself. Just be professional. He doesn’t want to talk to you any more than you want to be snapped at by him , she told herself. It was hard to not feel a little uneasy with the cold, apathetic stare he was giving her as he made his way to the lobby and leaned against the wall, looking as if he’d rather jump off a bridge than help her. He looked only slightly more put together today, but his clothing choice lacked taste. Khaki shorts and a baggy black shirt didn’t exactly speak fashionable, but the lack of a proper shave was the worst of it. She supposed she was being the slightest bit hypocritical, adorning a dirty set of overalls herself, but at least she had a reason. The redhead made her way to the front desk and opened up an invoice book.

“Okay, Miss Jennifer. How many chicks do you need?” She asked and clicked her pen. Jen had her mind made before she came, the most obvious choice for her to make.

“Twelve. A dozen chickens, a dozen eggs, right?” she half-joked but her humor wasn’t as helpful to her when she heard a barely audible groan from the dark-haired man. She was tempted to look at him but she kept her eyes on Marnie, ignoring him. Marnie gave her a smile and she nodded and hummed as she wrote it down.

“Twelve chicks it is. Shane, if you would…” She began but what she was asking was implied. Without a word, he pulled himself from the wall and disappeared into the house. Marnie sighed and gave her the amount owed. After she had paid and they waited on the grump to return, Marnie spoke up hesitantly.

“Miss Jennifer, I hope you don’t mind if my nephew is a little reluctant to talk. I would say he’s shy, but the truth is that he’s a little rough around the edges but I think he’d help you with anything if you ask.” she said and Jennifer nodded in acknowledgment. She didn’t know what to say and saying nothing was the best option for being genuine. Marnie changed the subject.

“How is your farm? Pierre has been saying that the exports are very solid for your first season. You’re doing well but what do you think?” She asked and Jennifer wondered for a moment if she should express her concerns for her farm. The decision was made quickly.

“Oh it’s wonderful. I feel like I’ve got the hang of it already. By this time next year, I’m sure I’ll have made it worthwhile. I couldn’t be more pleased.” She said, her optimistic words smeared her truth a bit but it was worth it to appear composed. She didn’t need to complain or show that she was struggling.

“Oh good! I’m so glad you think so! A farm is a lot of work but you’re handling it well.” she complimented. Any further conversation topic was stopped as a door creaked open and the brooding man stepped out with a box that peeped and squeaked. Jen was curious as to what the chicks looked like but she would find out later. She didn’t want to peer into the box now.

“Shane, if you would, could you give her a little rundown of how to take care of them when you get there. I’m sure it would help her a lot.” Marnie asked and the man rolled his eyes.

“No need. I think I’ve got it. I just need to have them brought over.” Jennifer stated, hoping that the less time spent with him meant the less likely chance of him being mean to her. Marnie still gave Shane a look as if to say that he should do it anyway but he didn’t seem to pay attention. Instead, he looked from the box to the door.

“Good idea, let’s get this over with.” he muttered, that same sharpness present in his voice. Jen gave Marnie a wary look before taking the hint. She rubbed her temples and set off towards the back of the house to where her niece was.

There goes the hope of her neighbor being her friend.

He couldn’t understand what was so difficult about carrying your own chicks home. The box wasn’t huge and the new girl was more than capable of doing it herself. No, it was his aunt’s idea of decent customer service, as if he didn’t have enough of that already.

His plan was to put the chickens in the coop for the city girl and get the hell out of there. He didn’t want to hang around and chit chat like old people. He was not in the mood at all today and on his day off he just wanted to stay home and be miserable, maybe check in on Jas too. He was silent as he followed the new farmer, grateful she hadn’t tried to strike up any conversation yet. Her braided dusty blonde hair hung and swayed behind her as she led the way, not that he needed directions. Everyone knew where everything was in this small town.

After a short walk, they came upon her farm and he was hasty to set the box of chicks in front of the coop door for Jennifer to deal with, his opposition to help her more than necessary out shadowed his concerns for the chicks. He doubted she knew how to take care of them and he didn’t want to see her at the ranch every time she had a question or issue. Still, without a word he turned to leave, his duty done before she called out to him.

“Hey, um....” She began and gave a suggestion more than asking a question “Could you open it for me? In the coop, preferably.” She asked, her brown eyes looking at him hopefully.

He stared at her for a moment. She can’t even open the box herself? She’ll fail here in no time. Without a word, he stepped into the coop and pulled the box in. He looked up at her to see that she was standing outside the coop, peering in from around the door frame. Whatever, it was none of his concern. He kneeled down onto the hay covered flooring, the cushion was at least done right but he wasn’t sure if it was the work of Jennifer or Robin, but he liked to think it was Robin.

He opened the box and a chorus of cheeps sounded as the chicks awaited their release from the cardboard cell. He reached in and scooped the fuzzy babies out one at a time, their calls felt grateful. He felt like he was doing them an injustice, putting them into the care of the most incapable farmer in town. Soon, all twelve were hopping around curiously, their marble-like eyes taking in their new home.

He looked back up to see that the woman was still peeking from behind the door. He gave her an incredulous look and her eyes followed the chicks as they bounced around.

Finally, she spoke.

“So… they don’t bite at this age, right? Do they like being petted or should I not do that?” she asked, her seriousness stark in her voice.

Bite? Was she for real? He scoffed and gave the most abridged version of his answer that he could as he stood.

“They don’t bite, they peck. If you don’t pet them, they won’t like you and they won’t come to you if they get loose.” He gave. She still stared from around the door. She almost looked… scared? No, it can’t be. She wasn’t scared of them, was she?

“Oh… cool. Does pecking hurt?” she asked, still eyeing the chicks.

“Why don’t you sit with them for a while. See if that will answer your questions.” he scoffed and took to his feet. She nodded and slowly crept into the coop, a small chick a few feet from her.

“Hey there… buddy? You’re cute.” She cooed at it and it cocked its head to the side. She offered her hand down to its level, and he could have sworn her hand trembled the tiniest bit. The chick decided to fluff up its feathers and rush over to her hand to greet her.

With a shriek that Shane was certain would give him a headache if he wasn’t over his hangover, she bolted from the coop faster than he could register. He was stunned for a moment and the humor and ridiculousness of the situation at hand caught up to him. He burst into laughter and took a few steps to see where the girl had run to. Maybe she would keep running and not stop.

His wish was denied but his chuckle still bubbled from him.

“That’s the most-” he laughed midsentence, interrupting himself. “-Pathetic thing I’ve seen. Why would you buy chickens if you’re scared of them?” he asked through his laughter. He watched as her pale-faced fright melted into a stern stare. She was catching her breath but she was still determined to answer him.

“I- huff - I don’t know! I just…” She trailed off. “It’ll be okay. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” She gave and if he wasn’t so off out by her stupidity, he might admire her optimism. He let his laughter die out.

“This is ridiculous, you know. I don’t know why you’re trying to do this. It’s obvious that you don’t know what you’re doing.” he said and leaned against the coop doorframe.

She looked like she was going to argue but her words didn’t come. Instead, she brushed the loose strands from her braid back and looked down at the ground.

“You’re right. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m a lousy farmer and it won’t be long until everyone else sees that.” she said in defeat before adding “Even so, I’m not going to stop. It doesn’t matter if I’m lousy or faking it, I’m still going to try my best.” she said. He shook his head.

“You won’t last long here. Why don’t you just leave? We don’t need you here and I’m surprised anyone thinks that this town does.” He suggested, his arms folded. He hoped it pissed her off, got under her skin. Instead, she gave a non-committed nod.

“I’m not going to leave, so you better get used to me. If I didn’t know any better, I would suspect you’re trying to run me off and it’s not going to work,” she said, her eyes meeting his, her warning sticking to him. He gave her a disappointed glare but she didn’t care. “Now, you can be mad about it but at least this can be our secret, that I’m so terrible. At least, until everyone else sees it too.” she said and looked over to her row of sprouts.

If he cared a tiny bit, he would almost feel bad for her.

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. She was so out of her element that it wasn’t even funny. He looked back into the coop where the chick bounced around. It would be unfair to the chicks to let Jen loose on their poor lives. He straightened up and motioned over for her, grabbing her attention away from her crops. She followed him into the coop and he picked up the empty box and set it outside.

“So, the first thing you need to keep mind of when running a coop is how long your chicks had been cooped up…” he began and she gave him a wide-eyed look.

“You’re… helping me out? Giving me advice?” she piped up and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Not for long if you keep talking. And it’s not for you, it’s for the chicks,” he corrected and muttered something that he was hoping she hadn’t heard.

“...and for the beer.”

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One Last Photo ||Prompto x OC|| ||Chapter 1||

Alright here it is! I’m so excited its finally here! My OC story! Please enjoy it! I am going to tag a few people to show them and because I look up to them! I hope they don't mind >w< Word Count: 4,370 Tagging: @itshaejinju @poisonous-panda @blindbae (Please get better buubuu) @fortheloveofeos  @louisvuittontrashbags think thats it for now!

It had been a hard few years. The Empire was moving in deeper and deeper into the Lucian country. Families were torn apart by the war and homes were destroyed. The people were constantly moving away from the fighting and trying to be safe.

One family of three were in Leide, the desert lands of Lucis as the Niflheim army approached closer and closer.  Bence Bonifaas having joined the King's Glaive years before his daughters birth knew what he had to do. He had to move his wife and daughter behind the wall.

Bence was a muscular man with a chiseled jaw and brown eyes that were sharp. He stood rather tall over most people given his work as a farmer. When the Niff's invaded Lucis he left that life and his parents to join the Glaive and serve his country. While still a young Glaivesman he was sent to the City of Altissia for a recognizance mission. There had been rumors that they were creating an army. This had worried the king so he sent his best. There he met Fleta Altin.

Having been raised in the city she was a thin woman with pale skin. Her hair blonde as it could get and her eyes as green as emeralds. Her face was soft and welcoming. However, she could change that in an instant to spread fear into anyone's heart. Fleta's upbringing was from her family having high social class in Altissia. She was prim and proper. However a momentary lapse of judgment, she laid with the Lucian.

Months passed while Bence infiltrated the Niflheim. It took awhile but they got what they came after. Bence was never informed of the 'package' but the leader Cor was extremely secretive about it. When Bence was days from returning to Lucis, he found Fleta was carrying his child.

It didn't take much convincing for her to return with him to Lucis, simply due to the fact her mother was furious at her and rejected her and the child forming in her. It was of Lucian blood. How her family despised the Lucians for this needless war.

When Bence returned with Fleta they got married. It was the right thing for him to do since she was with his child. He wanted to support her and give her all the love he could possibly give.

However, his wife, Fleta saw it as a prison of Lucian design. Being with Bence had caused nothing but pain and unhappiness since she came to Lucis.

However, her daughter was the light of her life. It made it bearable for now.

Danielle was a small girl with chocolate brown hair she received from her father and her green eyes from her mother. Danielle had the soft features of her mother and the same thin frame.

However, her eyes had been poor as a young child and she needed the aid of glasses. The only ones they could afford with oval shaped with a thin rim. Coming from the country Danielle's hair seemed to have a will of its own and puffed out from the heat. Her hair was extremely curly like her fathers. It was unmanageable so she just would tie her bangs back to keep it out of her face.

Being in the city was intimidating at first but all the people seeming to be so happy and carefree to what was happening outside gave Danielle comfort. Her father told her she was safe under the King’s protection and she would grow up happy here.

Danielle admired her father's strength and need to protect her. She grew up to be daddy's little girl. Anything her father would say she would hang onto every word. From the stories, he told about the great Kingdom of Lucis to the bedtimes stories he would read her. She loved her father with all her heart. He was her hero.

Danielle even desired to be like her father. She wanted to be strong like him. She wanted to be a Glaive.

When it came time to get her enrolled in school she was nervous. Having to bounce from town to town didn't give her much of a chance to make friends or even have an education. Her mother was able to educate her the best she could. Due to her mother's education and the best tutors in her life, Danielle's level of education was past her age group. She did well enough to enroll in the grade with children her age.

It was the long-awaited first day of middle school in Insomnia. Insomnia Middle School. It was the best school in the city. Danielle had to take a few subway trains with her mother before it was a long three block walk. She held her mother's hand tightly as she put another hand on her backpack strap. She looked around smiling widely at the bustling streets.

Seeing so many people in one area, it was overwhelming but it was fun to see different kinds of people going about their daily lives.

Being only twelve she was ready to explore the world. Next year she would be in middle school and the thought of getting older excited her. Soon Danielle would be able to be just like her dad. She had a deep desire to join the Glaive.

Danielle began to move slightly faster. The faster she got to school, the faster days would go, the faster days would go, the sooner she could join the Glaive Academy.

"Danielle." Her mother reprimanded. "Ladies do not run." Danielle slowed down. Fleta was raised in a high standing family. She refused to let her daughter have nothing less than a proper upbringing. She would be a sophisticated lady.

"But mommy...I want to hurry and get to school. So that way I can learn a lot. Then I want to join the Glaive Academy as soon as I can!" Danielle's eyes shined with her aspirations. She wanted to defend her country and her King.

Danielle's father always spun a tale of how good the king was to the people of Lucis, that he only had their best interests in mind. That's why he put the shield up to protect as many as he could.

Fleta looked down at her daughter. Her face bore the look of disapproval. "Women don't join the army or the Glaive Danielle." It was a half-truth. Some women really do talking and some prefer to let the men do the fighting. Six be damned if her daughter was one of those women who joined.

"But mom..." Danielle whispered and looked up at her mother more confidence entering her heart. "I want to help daddy, and I want to help the king." She said her hand tightening around her mothers. At such a young age all she wanted to do was protect the land she was from.

"I said, no Danielle. You will do no such thing." Fleta ended the conversation there.

The small brunette looked down as they walked the rest of the way in silence. It was always like this. Danielle, however, would never let it go.

Once at the school gate Danielle was excited to go in. She pulled her hand out of her mothers quickly. Her steps were quick. Danielle only turned back to give her mother a brief "Bye, mom!"

"Danielle! What did I say?!" She called after her daughter but the mousy brunette was already halfway to the door.

Frustrated at her daughter she sighed and began to head back toward the subway that would take her to the small house they called home.

Danielle's bright emerald eyes looked around at the kids her age. So many of them were talking and laughing. It looked to be a lot of fun and she wanted to join in as soon as she could. She moved and fished her documents out of her pocket. Danielle needed to find her foot locker first to put her shoes on. Gazing over the locker numbers she found hers. Right below it was her name. She smiled widely and began to open it.

Danielle changed her shoes as quickly as she could. Once they were slipped on she smiled and put her street shoes away. She turned on her heel heading for the hallways. With a quick push of her glasses to see the paper clearly, she headed down the hall. Once she reached a set of staircases she climbed them with confidence. It was the first day after all. There was a desire to prove she wasn't scared or intimidated by the large school body.

Once she reached the proper floor she looked down the hall from left to right. "2-1..." Her feet began to carry her down the hall as she looked up at the signs signifying which room was which.

"2-1" she whispered softly. "Ah." She smiled and opened the door. Danielle was hit with loud noises and chatter. There were her classmates. Every person in the room had a potential to become her friend.

They were all broken up into their groups and were talking and laughing with one another. It was obvious that people already formed their friendships from the prior year. It would be hard to be accepted but, the Lucian people had been kind so far.

The brunette found her seat and hung up her bag as she nervously sat down and looked at the commotion in the room. Everyone seemed so happy. No one worried about the war outside the shield. They were protected. Danielle was still getting used to the thought of never having to worry or wake up in the middle of the night hearing explosions.

The door opened up again, revealing a heavy set blond boy. His blue eyes were kept down on his camera as he walked in. He sidled with some difficulty through the throngs of children to get to his seat in the back corner of the room, he sat down, his head still down as the classroom hummed with children's morning activities.

He yawned slightly before he looked up for the first time. He scanned the room. Just the same old people. He looked down and let out a sigh flipping through another nature shot. A new girl? He blushed, looking down when she looked at her. She was cute! Her glasses seemed to suit her so perfectly! He wondered what she would say if he asked for a picture of her because she was so pretty....

Danielle smiled and stood slowly gaining confidence. She was going to talk to some girls that were talking about their barrettes and hair accessories. She swallowed and stood next to them. Their conversation stopped and they turned to look at her.

"M-my name is Danielle Bonifaas..” She said, obviously completely nervous, her heart pounding in her chest. “Nice to meet you! I hope we can become friends!" In her nervousness, she had spoken overly loud causing the entire classroom to went silent. She turned red.

The girls looked at her and one soon began to laugh causing the rest of them to laugh.

"Sorry, we don't become friends with immigrants. You don't belong here." The tone she had was condescending filled with hate.

It was obvious that she wasn't from Insomnia. Danielle froze and she looked down. The entire room began to whisper and she went back to her seat. She sat down and just decided to pull her books out as the girls laughed.

"My dad says it’s people like her who are turning our city into a slum."

Danielle felt more pain. Was her mother right? Were the Insomnia people as heartless as she said? But she was still a Lucian. Weren't they all one people?

Prompto looked at her and gulped. "D-don't mind them... they're in their own little world." He said with a small smile. "I'm Prompto, by the way." He continued blushing a little. He couldn’t believe he was talking to a girl

Danielle looked up. "Um...Danielle," She said softly, her emerald eyes showing signs of being close to tears. She then looked away from him. Before he could get in another word class started.

Everyone got to their seats and Danielle just went through the motions of the day. When lunch came around she had vanished to the bathroom to be left alone. She could hear the girls and the rest of the class talking about her. Most of them were saying what their parents said. Danielle had lost her appetite for her lunch. So far Insomnia wasn't growing on her. She wanted to go back to Leide. At least there she was happy.

The bell rang and she wiped her tears away and sighed as she opened the stall door and headed back to her class and took her seat for the second round of classes. She sat down and sighed softly as she looked to the board and continued her work.

The day finished up and she headed to her foot locker and slipped on her shoes. She then began to head out to the gate and sit on the bench to wait for her mother. She kicked her feet slightly as she sat there.

"So much for this being fun dad..." she muttered.

While Danielle sat alone on the bench, Prompto saw her. She had taken off so fast he didn't get a chance to speak to her again. However, when he tried to approach her he was cut off by two boys.

"Where do you think you are going tubbo?" The brunette asked smiling widely.

Prompto took a step back. "Please Adrian, not today..." He whispered holding his camera tightly in his hands.

"Yakov, get him!" Adrain yelled to the raven haired boy.

The two boys grabbed prompto pulling him to the ground. They both tried to reach for the camera as they laughed at the blonde begging for them to stop.

"Ouch! No, not the camera!" Prompto begged as he pulled it close, the two boys kicking him as he laid on the ground.

It only lasted a few minutes due to Adrian and Yakov not wanting to be caught by other teachers or students. To them, Prompto was simply an easy target. He couldn't run very fast and he had no one to stick up for him.

After a few moments, the boys stopped and looked down at him in anger.

"Tch, you're no fun. Fatty,” Adrian said before they all turned tail and ran.

Prompto sat up, looking at his camera. It was dusty, but it was still operational. He sighed, grabbing his bag and getting up to walk toward the entrance of the school to walk home. It was then he saw Danielle sitting by herself in the most beautiful way. His eyes shined, getting his camera ready. The lighting around her was perfect. She sat there with the sunset seeming to glow around her like she was an Astral.

With the touch of his finger, he smiled. The camera shuttered loudly and he looked down right away to check if it was good enough or if he had to take another.

While sitting there Danielle heard a camera snap and her head turned to the source of the sound. It was the kid who tried to talk to her that morning. She rose a brow and looked shocked.

Prompto was satisfied with the photo. It was pure perfection. He got the right angle, the lighting was amazing, and the model was perfect. He rarely took pictures of people. He tended to take photos of the scenery in Insomnia.

Prompto looked up and his eyes widened slightly. Had she noticed?

That was it.

Danielle already had a horrible day and now he was taking a photo without permission?! She stood and her body tensed as she approached him.

"What? Taking a picture of the immigrant so you can show your friends and laugh at me?!" She asked tears threatening to fall.

"W-what? N-no it's not-" Prompto tried to say but Danielle simply kept going.

"Well go ahead! Make fun of me!" She yelled. "My mother was right! The city people here are horrible! They only care about themselves and ignore people who try and come in to live their life!" Her fists were tight and she was obviously shaking.

"I hate people in Insomnia!" That's when tears began to fall from her eyes. They ran down her cheeks. She sniffled trying to wipe them away. "I just wanted to make friends..."

"W-wait... no, I just..." He turned the camera. "I just thought... you looked really pretty..." he said softly.

Danielle looked at the camera and she blinked. She had never liked a photo of herself before. She actually did look pretty.

The setting sun was perfectly around her. She almost could say she looked like a goddess. She looked up to the blonde boy and then felt so ashamed.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't..." she then looked like she was about to cry again.

"No, it's okay! I just... want friends, too, Danni.." Prompto's face flushed. "I mean, Danielle!"

He closed his eyes, wondering if she'll hit him for shortening her name. He knew some girls didn't like that.

Danielle blinked. She was taken back from that. Did he call her Danni? She began to laugh slightly as she dried her eyes.

"No one but my dad calls me that." She said softly her smile coming through.

It was the first time that day she really smiled.

"My mom doesn't like people shortening my name. Something about it not being my proper name." She said softly and looked at him.

"Prompto, right?" She asked as she held onto her backpack straps. She had gotten all the tears off her face.

"Yeah, that's my name." He smiled, feeling a little more confident. "Just the fat kid in class." He blushed immensely.

Danielle chuckled again and looked at him. "So what?" She asked. "Your outer appearance shouldn't matter at all."

Prompto smiled slightly as he looked over his glasses at her. "Thanks." He whispered.

Behind the two children, Fleta stood staring them down. That's when she cleared her throat to grab her daughters attention.

"Danielle." She called.

The brunette turned. "Coming mom!" She called. "So I'll see you tomorrow Prompto?"

Prompto's eyes lit up. "Yeah!" He said with a grin. "See ya tomorrow, Danielle!" He waved.

Danielle waved back as she walked to her mother who took her hand like she was still five.

The two walked in silence the entire way home. Each train stop was full of people on their way home from their jobs and classes. Danielle had a bright smile on her face as she kicked her feet freely. Her mother touched her legs and that's when she stopped.

Danielle's emerald eyes gazed out the window looking over the skyline of Insomnia. It was gorgeous at night and during the sunset.

After getting off the last train of the night they walked two large blocks back to the small home. Fleta unlocked the door and opened it for her daughter.

"Take off your shoes Danielle." She said taking off her coat and then moved to her shoes.

However, Danielle bolted inside and rushed to her father who was in the kitchen.

"Dad!" She yelled and jumped into his arms.

"Ah, there's my little Chocobo!" He said holding her and spinning her around as she giggled.

Fleta blinked slightly. She was not in approval of these kinds of actions. However, she let it go. She was tired and headed upstairs to her bed.

Bence didn't mind where his wife went. He was too enamored by his daughter. "So what do you want for dinner?" He asked smiling.

"Um! How about burgers!" She said and took his hand when he put her down.

"Burgers! Alright. Sounds good. How was your day at school?" He asked, leading her to the table.

Danielle's smile fell for a moment. "It..." she sighed. "It was bad." She admitted. "No one wanted to be my friend cause I was an immigrant..." she said as she sat at the table.

Bence frowned. "Honey, you aren't an immigrant..." He brushed her hair behind her ear. "You're a Lucian..." He said, then brushing a callused thumb across her cheek. "And you're sure no one wanted to be your friend...?"

She then smiled her green eyes lighting up. "There was one! His name is Prompto and he said I was pretty!" She then looked down.

"He took a picture of me and I thought he was going to make fun of me but he said I was pretty. He showed me the picture and I looked so pretty!" A small smile came to her lips. "He was nice to me Daddy."

"That's awesome, Danni. I'd like to meet him next time." He said with a wide grin.

Danielle nodded and she smiled widely. "He even called me Danni."

"He even called you Danni? Wow.. no one but me calls you that." He smiled at his beautiful little girl.

Danielle nodded and grinned softly. "Yeah!" She beamed. "I didn't even ask him to!"

"That's great, little Chocobo." He said, kissing her forehead. "Now. I'm going to make dinner, so try and get some homework done before then, alright?" He asked, petting her head.

Danielle nodded obeying her father. She went back to the entryway and put her shoes there like her mother asked her to before she ran in.

Once she returned to the kitchen she tossed her bag onto the table. Her hands pulled out a few sheets of paper and a large book. She then paused and took a moment to talk to her father more. "How's the Glave daddy?"

"Hard, hard work, sweet pea." He replied, working the spices into the meat with his washed hands.

Danielle thought. "Well, have you met the king?"

"Ah, not yet." He smiled. He was still low in the ranks of the Glaive. However, with his connections to the higher-ups, he should become a Lieutenant soon.

Danielle nodded and returned to her school work. Having had her mother teach her for awhile excelled Danielle into a further grade than most of her classmates. However, she wanted to be around her own age group so some of the work she was doing was fairly easy. Just some extra practice. Maybe she would learn something her mother forgot?

Soon Fleta came down after changing and looked at her daughter and began to examine her work.

"What on Eos is your teacher showing you? You are way past this grade level." She said looking at the work in distaste.

Bence looked back at his wife. "Fleta she is in a middle school. They are going to teach that grade level."

Fleta rolled her eyes at her husband and picked up some of Danielle's work. Her eyes glanced over it with her judgemental eyes.

"She's at least at a high school level." She scoffed and set down the papers. "The Altissian school system seems to be better than the Lucian."

"Let her be, Fleta." Bence sighed. "She's only 12." He reminded her. "Let her be herself."

"She is better than this." She said as she crossed her arms. "I told you we should have left for Altissia." She added as she moved to get something to drink. "Our daughter could be much more successful there."

Danielle looked up at her mother. "But I like it here...I made a friend already."

Fleta sighed and looked at her daughter. "I heard you tell your father, but the rest of the children were mean to you. It's not good to have just one friend."

"One friend can be more than enough," Bence answered. "Popularity isn't everything." He poured bread crumbs into the mix. "Besides, it's only the first day. I'm sure they'll come around."

"It does when all you are seen as is scum to those who live here." Fleta set down her drink and continued "We are compared to sewer rats, Bence." She crossed her arms. "Danielle could have a better life if you just realize it and give up a fight for a king that doesn't give a shit about us."

"Fleta, language!" Bence said, glaring at her. "The king cares plenty for us. He's not fighting uselessly. Unlike the Altissians who refuse to help." He said, insulting his wife underhandedly.

Fleta glared. "A senseless war between the Niffs and Lucians! What does the king do?! Hide behind his damn shield while our home got destroyed!" She yelled. "At least in Altissia we don't have to live in fear!"

"Enough." Bence snapped. "We're here in Lucis now, safe and sound. That's all that matters. End of argument..."

Fleta glared and shook her head. She wanted to say something but she turned and left the room.

Danielle was staring at her paper. Her hand had stopped writing. This was a common occurrence in their home. No matter where they were. She was used to these fights. It only got worse when they got to Insomnia.

Bence looked at Danni. "Sorry, Sweetheart... mom and I should stop fighting so much, huh?"

"Yeah..." she said softly. "I'm used to it...I know mommy wants to go to Altissia to be with her family..." she said softly as she kicked her legs.

"Yeah..." He said softly. "She does..."

Danielle looked down. "Daddy I love you and I like living here."

"I love you, too, sugar pea..." He said softly, kissing her forehead before going back to cooking.

Danielle smiled and began to finish up her homework. Her mind was on tomorrow. She would be going back to school and seeing Prompto.