#farm and dust would actually be besties

[unknownchoatic]

on Dusts first mission to farmtale he was still at the point of learning English where he could kind of understand people and he could maybe have a conversation. so when Nightmare was explaining what they were going to do Dust low key didn’t know what was happening. like Horror just dragged him through a portal and then he was on the surface

and like Farm was doing trade stuff with Horror and Dust sees the chickens and wanders off. eventually Farm finds him and Dust is like “what’s their names?” pointing at the chickens. Farm lists the chicken names and one is named “chicken” but in Korean

and Dust just doubles over hysterically sobbing while the Horrors like “dude wtf did he say??”

[artaxlivs]

Here is a masterlist of my works (links in the titles). I always love to know your thoughts if you want to share them 💜 Happy reading!

(transformative works policy: I'm cool with fanart, podfics, translations, moodboards & whatever kind of art you make as long as you either tumblr or Ao3 link it to me. You don't have to ask but if you want to talk to me first - my door (inbox) is always open!

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (Stranger Things):

HomeSteddie Farms: Rated T - Steve and Eddie had a farm and on this farm were a bunch of critters with awesome names. Plus art by Doomcheese!

Do You Hear What I Hear?: Rated T - Steve brings home a mogwai, Eddie's never been good with rules

Nobody's Baby: Rated E - Steddie Dirty Dancing AU Steve & Robin best friends, Eddie & Chrissy best friends, 80s movie campiness, light BDSM, traffic light system for dancing and sex. With art by @lexplexdraws

Like a Mythical Virgin: Rated M - Eddie finds out the hard way that feral unicorns don't chase virgins for nice reasons

Let Me Be Your Man (i want to hold your hand): Rated E - Mike gets help from Steve with making a mixtape for Will. Eddie learns that there's an art to mixtapes. mike/steve bonding, laughter, fluff, little pining, smut (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the amazing RattleandHum (@thirdeye1234))

Destroy the Silence (Drummer Steve) - Rated E - Steve joins the band and Eddie discovers he has a thing for competent drummers, healthy bdsm communication, laughter, fluff & smut. Art by @carcrash429 (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the fabulous @rufusbear)

Off the Shelf - Rated E - Stripper Steve give Eddie a private show. Eddie discovers a new kink. Modern AU, basically porn with a smidge of plot.

Screw Todd, Steve's Her (His) Daddy Now - Rated E - Steve keeps calling himself Daddy "unintentionally" and Eddie's about to lose it, light bdsm, non verbal communication, daddy kink (or is it?)

The Second Worst Trip to Mordor Ever Taken - Rated T - Steve takes the boys & Eddie to Indy to a nerd store and flirts his way into trouble, Steddie, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings

Even Flowers Have Their Dangers (Series: No One Is Alone)- Rated E - What if the tunnels turned Steve & the kids into shapeshifting wolves? S4 rewrite and my own write up of S5 but with half the party as shapeshifters, smut, graphic imagery, battle scenes

There’s Something Wrong With Steve (WIP ch2/4) - Rated M - I’m not gonna tell you, Steddie, Suspense thriller, creep factor 6/10 and climbing

Let the Music Play -Series - Rated T - The music that plays every time Steve gets Vecna’d, Stobin besties, Steddie pre relationship, hurt/comfort

An Accidental Flogging - Rated E - Steve has questions about Eddie’s kinks, Eddie would like to have answers but he’s actually a virgin, friends to lovers, Top Steve, accidental kink discovery, laughter, fluff, & smut

Drabbles that aren't full fics: Happy Summer, Steve's Thighs, i was afraid to follow, Personal Space, can you read the letter for me (Part two), Pillow Talk, Steddie First Kiss Challenge, Constellations, Artax is a New Horse, To Do List

Art made by amazing artists that goes with something I wrote (eek!): Crabs, Drummer Steve, Dirty Dancing, Homesteddie

Clint Barton Centric (Marvel):

True Colors Series (8 Parts/complete) - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: The Snap didn’t dust half the universe, it turned them into soulmates who can only see colors when they find each other, Clint & Bucky don’t mean to find each other. Almost strangers to soulmates, smut, background Steve/Natasha and others

The Case of the Missing Purple Sweatshirts - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone is stealing Clint’s sweatshirts…my excuse to let Clint talk about Scooby Doo

Through the Looking Glass - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Instead of talking, they miscommunicate themselves into being sex dungeon fuck buddies, BDSM Dungeon fic, miscommunications, learning through bad negotiations, so very much smut, background Steve/Darcy, past Clint/She Who Must Not Be Named

Something to Tweet About - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone tweets a series of photos of Clint & Bucky hanging out and mutually pining, they deal with it by avoiding it obviously. friends to lovers, social media ship to lovers

A Life Well Lived - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: just a glance at Clint’s last day

Make it Permanent - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Secret dating, hickeys and tattoos and a little bit of healthy possessiveness

And the Stockings Were Hung - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Christmas Exchange fic, Bucky's first Christmas at the tower, fluff and smut

Porn & Prose - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: some backstage smut between Mr Bingley (Clint) and Mr Darcy (Bucky)

Bucky, Lemme Smash - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: I just wanted to turn Clint purple and use this line from that meme, smut

Both, Both is Good - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky avoids Clint until he realizes Clint has been avoiding him, fuck buddies to lovers, smut & miscommunication

The Happiest Place on Earth - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky plays Hawkeye in Disneyland because the actor who plays him is short and he’s real pissed that some guy named Clint is tall enough to play the Winter Soldier, enemies to lovers, Clint in eyeliner, smut

Three to Tango - Rated E - Clint/Bucky/Natasha: James & Natasha teach Clint’s dance class, then they invite him for private lessons. Healthy communication, smut and Clint’s self degradation

A Bird By Any Other Name (Series) - Rated E - Clint/Steve: Clint as the Winter Soldier thru WW2 & the present, hurt/comfort, mental struggles, smut

Body Count - Rated E - Clint/Steve: tumblr prompt hitman meets a sex worker, just so much smut

Friends Don’t Let Friends Wait Too Long - Rated T - Clint/Steve: Steve is too nervous to ask Clint out, Bucky’s gonna help in an helpful way. Misunderstanding, fluff, laughter, Natasha being a troll

Marvel/DC Crossovers:

Draw & Release (2 part series) - Rated E - Clint Barton/Jason Todd: Clint gets a tattoo & finds a new boyfriend/Dom

Sterek (Teen Wolf):

Somewhere Under the Rainbow - Rated T - Wild geese can't be bothered to catch sidekicks. Fluff, magic, leprechauns, banter

[darling-i-read-it]

Leaving the Baker's

Part 5 (Final Part)

RE7 Rewrite Masterlist

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: spoilers for re7, violence, guns, mold, death

Author’s Note: It’s over! I like how this ended up going. I know not a lot of people read it but I hope those who did likes it! Ethan supremacy besties

Summary: The end of the game.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator. Some of these lines are directly from the game so they may sound familiar.

(not my gif)

You carefully floated down through the water, Ethan driving the boat through the obstacles. You sat beside each other sheepishly, Zoe across from you. She looked uncomfortable. She rubbed her arms, nervously looking around.

“You chose me over your wife,” she said to Ethan.

“You knew the way out,” Ethan said slowly. You nodded. That was what you had agreed on. Well you were pretty sure that was what you agreed on. There was no actual chat. You looked over at Ethan who had a fairly neutral look on his face.

“Yeah,” Zoe muttered.

You soon came up on a large ship. Your eyes went wide and you almost stood up to get a better look but you thought better of it. Ethan and Zoe’s gaze followed yours. They looked at the looming ship, wondering how it had gotten all the way out here onto the bayou.

“What is-” Zoe started and then something came out of the water, cutting her head off. You screeched, grabbing Ethan who was already in the process of grabbing you. You shook a bit as her body went limp in front of you.

“What was that?” you whispered but Ethan didn’t even get the chance to register the question because something came up from under the boat, grabbing you both before you could even properly scream.

====

You woke up slowly. You looked up at the boat above you, looming in the dark weather. It had to have been the boat that Mia came on. She had told you about how she was watching a girl named Eveline. That the girl had special properties. You wondered what that was.

You rubbed your head and started to sit up when you saw Mia walking by. How did she get here? You knelt behind some of the wreckage, watching as she passed you. She stopped a few feet away and knelt down.

“Ethan?” she said. You peeked over the edge and saw him on the ground. You wanted to go to him but you wouldn’t risk a fight with her mad. You gasped as the dark mold came out and grabbed onto him, engulfing him whole and dragged him away. You reached out, wishing you had done something to stop it. Mia did the same thing, reaching for him but he was gone. You leaned back a bit and took a deep breath.

You had to get him before she did. You weren’t sure how that was going to happen but it was going to happen.

====

You entered the boat a couple of minutes after her. You still had your guns and weapons on you so you held them close as you made your way through the boat. Now that you were alone it was a little more daunting. You had been able to crack jokes with Ethan this whole time, have someone to back you up but now you were completely on your own.

The ship was dark. You kept checking the corner for more of the mold monsters and Mia. Every once in a while you could hear her walking around, her voice in the distance. You were right on her tail when she got to Ethan.

You raised your gun to her as she approached Ethan.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” you muttered. She whipped around, face sunken.

“You don’t understand,” she said.

“No you don’t understand. We came here to save your ass Mia and now you’ve gone and gotten us both in trouble. Step aside. Ethan and I are leaving.”

“He won’t leave without me.”

“Oh?” You jabbed your gun at her. “Let’s find out.”

Suddenly a little girl materialized beside her. Your eyes went wide and your aim went to the child. Eveline.

“Don’t hurt him,” Mia pleaded.

“I already told you I wouldn’t mommy.”

“I’m not your mother!” she protested. Eveline went to grab her and while she did so you passed behind Mia, digging through the mold on the wall for Ethan. You moved it aside so you could see his face. You brushed the goop off his cheek and his eyes opened, looking at you confusingly.

“What..wh-”

“You need to leave!” Mia said. “I can’t...I can’t…” When you looked around the little girl was gone. You furrowed your brows, putting yourself between her and Ethan who was still gaining consciousness. You held up your gun and Mia shoved you over, grabbing Ethan’s arm. “You shouldn’t have chosen her!” she yelled. “Either of them!”

You shot her before she could claw at him. Here was another fight. They seemed to be never ending.

You shot at her and Ethan did as well after a moment. It took a couple of minutes but you saw her wearing down. She grabbed Ethan’s arm, stopping. You reloaded your gun and held it up to her but you didn’t need it anymore.

She stared into Ethan’s eyes and then fell over, turning to dust. He held his hands out as though to grab her but she was gone. You slowly put your gun down.

“Mia,” he whispered. You closed your eyes. You didn’t want her dead. You were hoping to come back for her. You were hoping you would all be alright. Ethan turned to you, his face cracked a bit. He was bleeding. “Eveline is turning them that way,” he explained. “All of them. They didn’t have a choice,” he whispered. “Mia didn’t have a choice.” You felt a sting in your heart. You hoped that was true. You didn’t like to believe she would have hurt either of you willingly. Now she was dead.

Ethan took a deep breath, shaking his head as he processed the death of his wife. He turned to you and before you knew what was happening, he hugged you tightly. You buried your head in his shirt, not caring how dirty it was. You breathed him in and then pulled away.

“We have to get out of here,” you whispered. He nodded curtly.

“Let’s go.”

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The two of you dug through grime and dirty water before coming to a small house. There were some things in it that looked like they had been used recently. Ethan picked up a pack of bullets. You messed with the radio. It came to life.

“Alpha 1 this is Bravo 1 do you read?” it said. Ethans head cocked over. He walked to you.

“This is Alpha 1. Report. Did you find anything?”

“A thorough search of the Bakers found no survivors. Repeat, no survivors. We did find evidence of a skirmich.”

“Eveline?” “Negative. However we did find several encrypted messages from the Baker’s son, Lucas, to an unknown third party. You can probably guess who that was.” “That’s just great.”

“We’ve had reports he’s in the abandoned mines south of the property.”

“I’m gonna go have a look.”

“Roger that. We’ll meet you at those coordinates.”

“If you encounter Eveline your orders are to shoot to kill. Repeat - shoot to kill.” The transmission went out. You looked over at Ethan, shaking a bit from the cold and from the situation.

“What the fuck did we step into?” he asked.

“Damn if I know.”

=====

You continued to trek through waters and some cave systems. You arrived back in the guest house, where all of the terrors had started. At least you knew you were somewhat close to your car. You kept close to each other, watching the corners, guns up.

Eveline appeared, a wicked smile on her face.

She used her powers to make you see what had happened in that house. Mia attacking you. Ethan’s hand being cut off.

“If you don’t wanna be my family, you die,” she whispered. Then she was gone again.

“Screw her,” you muttered.

You followed along the house. It shook underneath you, making you both jump. Evnline was screaming before you even gotta see her. The room erupted in light blue lights. She stood at the end of the room and as you approached even more lights came out from her, making you and Ethan fall over.

You had to hide behind the wall though no doubt she would break through that as well. You and Ethan shared a look.

“You shoot her, I'll grab her,” he yelled over the wind. You nodded stiffly and came out from behind the wall, shooting her with your handgun as many times as you could manage. While she was startled Ethan ran up against the wind.

Ethan grabbed her and it all stopped.

You looked up and saw that little girl Eveline had turned into the grandmother from dinner. You had seen her countless times around the house. You should have known. She was bleeding black mold from her eyes.

Ethan ran into you as he backed up. You grabbed his arm and watched as Eveline turned the whole room into a large black moldy mess. She was breaking apart, screaming.

“It hurts, it hurts!” she said in a distorted voice. She turned into the mold.

One more fight. One more.

Ethan and you used the last of what you had on her. You shot and threw everything that you had ever been able to carry. You grunted, dodged and got hit more times than you could count.

By the time you were tossed out of the house, you had lost almost all feeling in your body. Everything ached.

It was amazing to feel something other than numbing pain. The ground underneath you was cold. You felt the grass underneath you. It was cold. The sun was on your face. It felt like it had been years since you felt the sun. You took a deep breath but it ended up being a wheeze.

“Y/N?” You sat up. There was a man in your face you didn’t know. “I’m Chris Redfield. I’m here to get you out of here.” You sat up and nodded, taking his hand to help you up. You looked around.

“Where...where’s Ethan?” you asked urgently once you came too. Then you saw him. About as banged up as you felt, he was standing with some other people in the same outfit as Chris. He was arguing with someone and then he walked forward. You reached forward desperately and grabbed his arm, holding him tightly to you. You stayed glued together until you got up onto the helicopter.

You looked down at the mold infested farm. It made you feel bad for the Bakers. They were probably nice people, before it all. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the seat. Ethan was looking at something on his phone as you took off. A video of Mia. You had gotten one too but you didn’t want to look at it right now.

He watched it for a second and then tossed his phone off the side.

“You’re going to have to buy a new one,” you told him. “Hey, Ethan.” He had a death grip on your leg. He finally noticed it and loosened up.

“Sorry. I guess I’m just going to be extra protective now. Can’t have you slipping away from me,” he said over the noises of the helicopter.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You put your head on his shoulder and tried to come down from the events of the past 48 hours.

====

You sat on your bed, looking through an article on your laptop. You ran a hand through your hair. There were countless articles about the Baker house. People were misquoting you and Ethan left and right but you didn’t mind. Neither of you wanted to be interviewed.

A small picture of Mia was bunched in with a family picture of the Bakers. You rubbed the bandage on your collarbone that went up to your shoulder.

It had only been a week since you got back. Everything was still healing.

“That’s gonna scar,” Ethan said as he walked into the room. You nodded, putting your hand down.

“Then your staples are gonna scar too.” “No doubt.” He sat down on the bed beside you. He looked over your shoulder at what you were looking at. “You should probably stop looking at the articles,” he muttered. You leaned back on the bed frame. He put his arms around you, shutting the laptop closed. You let out a breath.

You and Ethan hadn’t lived together before the Baker’s but you were having a hard time being away from each other. So he moved into your place for the meantime. He was liking it more than he cared to admit. People were still giving their thanks about Mia and he was already in your bed.

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Everytime he left you alone he would get stressed out. He meant it when he said he wasn’t going to leave you alone. Maybe one day but...not yet.

“Are you going to bed?” you muttered.

“Yeah.” You put your head on his chest.

“Alright you’ve convinced me to go to bed with you.” He chuckled and let you go so that you could both lay down. You looked at him as you both laid on your pillows, after turning the lamps out. He moved a piece of hair out of your face and calmly let out a sigh.

“Goodnight Ethan. I hope the sleeps better than the trailer.” He smiled, closing his eyes.

“We should have asked them to save that trailer. I kinda miss it.” You scoffed. He laughed a bit and put his arms around you. You fell asleep beside each other, dreaming of something better than the Bakers.

[numbaoneflaya]

Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!

[sixx02]

One More

“Arc… Arc… vs Arc… and Nikos… ugh… why are there three of you?”  The combat professor scratched his head as he stared at the names on the board.  “Whatever…”  

Jaune did not like where this was going, they had only been here for a few weeks but he’d seen just how good Pyrrha was.  Okay, well he could tell right away after her first fight with Nora.  He just kind of hoped they’d be together… ‘Not together together!  Just on the same team… right that’s what I meant!’  Yep he definitely didn’t think she was super darn awesome, or really pretty, or super badass or anything like that!  He also didn’t notice her well toned arms and legs when they were training, nope!  He’d never pay attention to things like that.

Of course… he couldn’t help but pass glances to her now and again, she was really awesome.  Though… he doubted he’d have a chance, and honestly he needed to concentrate on himself… right… he didn’t want a repeat of before.  Turning towards the professor he waited for the actual teams. 

“Ugh, whatever, boys versus girls.”

Both Lie and him stopped, “Uh… sir, could we uh… could you reconsider?”  

“No!  Now get your stuff and get up there!”  

Both boys turned towards one another, “Oh no.”  

Lie and him weren’t terrible by any means, heck they were in the upper half of the class!  But, well… Nora and Pyrrha were at the very top constantly competing for first place.  And there was talk about Pyrrha actually competing in the upcoming tournaments!  The trio had opted out of it, they didn’t really want the attention and honestly speaking they didn’t want to be in front of a crowd.  

“Hurry up!”  Both boys sighed, relenting to their future domination. That was till they were both pulled into a powerful hug.

“Yes!  I can’t wait to fight!  It’s going to be a ton of fun!”  

Jaune loved Nora, she was his wonderful sister after all.  But, well… he wasn’t sure he could agree with that last bit.  Though he didn’t really have the heart to deny her answer as she continued to squeeze the two boys together.  

“Nora I think they get the point.”  Pyrrha’s gentle tone caught his ears.

“Okie dokie!”  Nora let them go at the behest of her, in her own words, besty better than the resty forever!  Honestly despite his obvious… not so obvious, crush on her, he was just happy that she got along with Nora.  Like he said he loved Nora, but she had a lot of energy, a lot of energy that caused a lot of people to think she was stupid or dumb, well they always got what was coming to them.  

“Still, this should be a grand fight!”  

“Right right!  Grand.”  

“Yes… Grand.”  Lie’s response was far less enthusiastic than his own.  Both boys however gave way, once they gathered their things adjourning at the arena.  The girls had already been prepared, Pyrrha had her own specially made weapon.  “It seems they’re taking us seriously.”

“Yep… I wish they wouldn’t!”  Jaune didn’t like where this was going!  He had seriously thought about how they’d handle the dynamic duo, but every single idea and thought was always just crushed by overwhelming prowess and might.  “Well nothing left but to do it then ya?”  

Lie simply nodded, they would have to take this one step at a time after all.  

The moment they lined up with the girls the professor started the count down.  

“Alright!  3...2...1… GO!”  

Hopefully this wouldn’t be too terrible.

“This is terrible…”  

A week earlier.

Charles couldn’t believe what they’d run into, he was starting to truly and fully believe that him and his wife were harbingers of doom… or at the very least ones that came in the aftermath of great destruction.

“Who would do this?  This wasn’t a grimm attack… they don’t just set fires to homes!”  Jeanne didn’t like this, not at all… they’d been on a mission when they’d seen the smoke rise into the air.  When they got to the small farm they’d found the home razed to the ground, if only they’d gotten here sooner!  She clenched her fist as the air around her began to warp, her aura flared wildly, the ground cracking beneath her feet.  

“WAAAAAAAAAH!”  

In an instant she cooled off, “Did you hear that?!”  

“Yes!”  Both husband and wife turned towards one another, in an instant they were off, the ground cracking beneath their feet as they made their way towards the sound. 

In an instant they found themselves in front of a Cellar, wasting no time they dug through the debris blocking their way.  

“What…”  Once they’d opened the doors they’d found a young boy who appeared to be the same age as their twins.  “Oh god…”  Jeanne winced at the terrible wounds on his chest rising up to his neck.  

“No… not again.  What do we do?”  Her husband’s words sunk in.

“We...  we have to take him… see if he has family?  Find out who he is…”  

“P...please… help him…”  Their eyes snapped towards a younger woman.  They hadn’t noticed her before, but… but she wasn’t going to make it.  The clear indications of severe wounds present on her body, scars and gnashes… the seasoned hunters almost looked away.  “Please… he has… no one else…”  

“Hold on don’t ta…”  Charles stopped as he drew closer, “...She’s dead.”  

Once more they let the silence seep in, “We… we have to take him.”

Her husband stood there for a moment, “Alright…”  

They would bury the woman, and they would take the young boy home with them.  The young man who they would later learn the name as Oscar Pines, the young man that would later be known as Oscar Pines Arc.

Jaune had been wrong, he had been terribly terribly wrong!  This was worse than terrible!  This had gone downright ugly!  

His legs buckled at Nora’s powerful swing, the arena beneath his feet cracked.  “SERIOUSLY?!”  He knew that these things were supposed to be made of sturdier stuff, and he knew that if he hadn’t been pumping aura into this metal sheet of a shield it would have caved right in.  

“AHAHAHAH!”  Her body was surging with dangerously high levels of electricity.

“Your semblance is so unfair!”  

“Says the walking living aura generator!  Now on your knees my favorite minion!”  

“NOPE NOPE NOPE!  LIE!”  In an instant Lie pulled himself away from trying to defend from Pyrrha, pumping his aura into his legs he dashed over towards his manic sister, his palm colliding with her waist sending her flying.  Unfortunately she was able to stop herself from getting ringed out by smashing her hammer into the ground beneath them.

Jaune’s hand swiped past Lie as he continued after Nora, in a single burst he’d filled his brother’s Aura up once more.  WIth a burst of strength his own Aura began to refill, only to stop a Pyrrha peppered him with dust rounds.  

“Really Pyrrha?!”  

“Sorry!  But I can’t let you do that!”  She was ever the fighter after all, so he knew she wouldn’t just let him recharge.  

“Fine!”  Putting up his shield he dashed forward, allowing the bullets to graze past it or hit less important targets, like not his head.  

Upon reaching her, he did what he did best, he attempted to ram his shield into her face.  Only for her to deftly avoid him, his shield flashed black as she attempted to nudge it away.  

Ever since her fight with Nora, she’d apparently been using her semblance a lot more, taking the time to really practice with it.  Or at least that’s what she’d told them anyways.  Which was great and everything!  But it made her really frustrating to fight, so he did what he knew he could.  Pumping more aura into the shield he was able to overpower her attempt at control.

“You really do have a lot of aura!”  He would have blushed at the comment if not for her shield attempting to ram him into the face.  

He didn’t have many options, he couldn’t really avoid it, he wasn’t exactly the fastest person, so once more he did what he thought he could.  “ACHA!”  With a might slam he hit her shield straight on with his empowered forehead causing her to pull back in surprise.

“Jaune!?”  Her worried tone was apparently warranted as that blow nearly knocked his lights out.  Aura could do a lot of things, but when he messed up, well sometimes his brain couldn’t really handle the rumbling.

“I’m okay!”  Straightening himself he attempted to swipe at her midsection, only for her to parry the blow using her blade.  

“Good!”  In that moment he felt her aura wrap around his blade disarming him as her knee hit him straight in the gut.  Thankfully his Aura protected him, but that hadn’t been her goal.  In the moment that he instinctively buckled over she’d applied her aura instantly onto his shield and pushed him straight out of the ring.  “Sorry!”  

To his surprise Lie had already been there waiting for him.  “Did she golf swing you?”

“She golf swung me…”  

“Nikos and Arc win!”  

The boys could hear the cheering from the crowd, their own egos slightly wounded as no one really had expected them to win, not even themselves!  

But, well that didn’t matter in the end, “YOU GUYS DID AMAZING!”  

Pink and Sapphire eyes glanced upwards, meeting emerald and turquoise.  

“She’s right you know.  You had gotten our aura’s rather low.”  

Both boys turned towards the monitor at the same time, they’d managed to get both Pyrrha and Nora down to about 60 percent.  That may have seemed like nothing, but well, when most people couldn’t drop them even a single percent?  It wasn’t a bad thing.  “Huh!  Hey look at that, we got you guys down another 2 percent this time.”  A part of him did want to have a little snark though.

“That we did.”

“Yeah!  You guys are improving!”  Nora pulled everyone into a tight hug, her arms wrapped affectionately around her family, Pyrrha included.

“I agree you’re both improving at a remarkable rate.”

Neither of the boys could really deny it, while it felt bad to lose, well… well at least they knew they were getting better and that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Alright… well how bout… we go get cleaned up and then we can go to Saph’s house.  We could have a sleep over?”  He turned towards Pyrrha, “If you can come of course!”

“Oh!  Yes, my parents should be fine with it.  They quite like your sister.”  Pyrrha’s warm smile caused his chest to feel oddly pained.  Right, gotta concentrate on getting better.  

Pyrrha parted ways with them wanting to get ready and prepared for the oncoming sleepover.

Once they’d gotten home after getting ready, they’d noticed extra sounds coming from the living room.  “Saph?”

“MY BABIES!”  In an instant the three Arc siblings were pulled into one powerful hug.

“MOM!”  Nora was the only one to return the powerful hug meeting one with equal strength.

“Hey kids… we got something to tell you.”  As their mom dropped them they eyed a small figure behind them.  “Meet Oscar… Oscar Pine Arc, he’s your new little brother.”

[ivisite]

 DRAGONBORN 30 DAY CHALLENGE

Day 7 - Relationships

Sexual orientation:

Straight

Did your character marry? If so, who is their spouse?:

Eventually she does, but not until she’s at least 54. Brynjolf, after years of the two just being lovers, finally gets too old to crouch around the sewers and takes a knee for her, much to her playful picking. He’d be about 60, I’d guess.

“You know lass, Ragnar is doing so well with the guild, I suppose I could step back a bit if you’d fancy some company in my golden years…” Brynjolf said, trailing off a bit all while a playful smile dared to tug at the corners of his mouth.

“Oh aye? Took you long enough, you old codger. Finally feeling a day over 25, are you?” Saoirse cooed back, keeping to brushing out a matted bit of fur on the old family dog. She smiled, too, but did well to have her back to him so he wouldn’t see the joy that twinkled in her eyes.  Across the way, leaning against the sturdy fence post now, the now-greying red-head chuckled heartily. Gods, how he loved her.  “To say the least, Saoirse. I might dare say I feel…26 now.” He chirped.  “You’ve gotten used to a belly full of mead and crawling into a warm bed with me at night, is all this is~” Saoirse said, finally standing to turn to him, leaving the old mutt to bask in the warm sun near the cow pen. 

“You have done well to seduce an old man, lass. So what do you say, hm? Would you marry an old crook?” His eyes stayed pointed at hers, staring deeply into the dark blue seas that had always haunted him since he first met her as a younger, more naive man. 

“Why…I don’t know Bryn, seems rather sudden. And the farm…” She playfully cooed, opting to dusting off her shirt and glancing around the property.

His brows furrowed in concern.  “Now lass, I just asked a very serious question. A man deserves an answer and-” He started to whine, the green of his eyes reflecting what was left of the one fiery red in his hair.  “-Oh you old codger!~ Stop your whining, of course I’ll marry you.”

How well do they get along with their spouse?: 

It evolves as they do, so to speak but they always have a bit of a playful rivalry/cheeky sort of energy about them, regardless of the years. 

Upon being acquainted, when Saoirse is 20 and he’s likely 26, at least, the two have a whirlwind of a “relationship” while she runs around with the guild, initially. Constant cheekiness, not being able to keep their hands off the other for too long- they’re quite the matching set, two peas in a grass pod, so to speak. Their youthfulness has a heavy hand in it all and that also goes for the naivety of it all. They’re both far too smart for their own good and both end up falling far too hard, far too fast and in gets out of hand until they both get scared and start to shut off, in a sense? He starts stealing from her and she eventually finds out and runs off with his things and a bunch of the guilds’ job trinkets/money as a result. Young love, am I right?

 When she comes back around after finally deciding to tie up loose ends and go do the dragonborn stuff, she decides to go to Riften and try to work off her debt. Immediately, the two have their guards up, bickering and arguing often to the point that Delvin has to step in to get them to stop. It’s rocky at the beginning, the two having to learn to open up again and have to discover each other again through various jobs Delvin insists they go on together (he ships it-). They break down eventually after bickering to the point that they kiss and then go get really drunk and open up to one another. After that, and around the time the Goldenglow Estate job lines up is when Bryn starts to see her differently. She’s matured and is the freakin’ dragonborn, that’s cool and he starts to grow an unprecedented respect for her. While the guild is in shambles and she’s probably going to almost die fighting Alduin eventually, they are comforting figures for each other. They’re still cheeky and playful, but more maturely now. 

When they’re old gits, they’re the ultimate old couple goals? Like it goes from him sneaking into her room in the night and romancing her and checking in on their son for years, to him getting spoiled and sleeping in all day and whining about it being cold. Real cute, real spicy. 

Do they have any kids?:

While Saoirse has 2 children, the two are only half-siblings but the eldest, Ragnar is Brynjolf’s. Once she returns to the companions after saving the world and repaying the guild (by saving it, they’re welcome), she finishes where she left off at in the Companions plot, taking out the Silver-hand and curing Kodlak and etc, eventually becoming Harbinger and all doing so while unknowingly pregnant. Everyone assumes it’s Farkas’ considering that her and Farkas as Shield Bros with Benefits™ but Ragnar comes out with red hair (like his father) and blue eyes like Saoirse. Farkas sort of steps up and helps her raise him (And the two accidentally have a son together, whoops) but they aren’t ever more than platonic with some benefits? He respects her for saving himself and his brother and with the two being shield-siblings, he just steps up to help out being a “Father” figure to both kids, despite only being the youngest’s actual father.

If so, how do they feel about their kids?:

Brynjolf, being fond of children anyways, was overwhelmed but happy? I’d imagine he low key knew it might happen before he sent her back to Whiterun, but didn’t invest much in the thought until she showed up a few months later with a red headed baby that had his nose. He loves the little lad and always looks forward to Saoirse bringing him to Riften while she “shops” and asks her “old friend” if he minds watching Ragnar for a bit. Ragnar takes an immediate interest in Bryn, of course and the two are rather close despite the distance. Ragnar even runs off once he’s 17 or so on his own adventure to “find himself” and goes and looks for work in Riften on his mothers’ advice and lands himself as his fathers’ second in command in the guild. 

Best friend:

Ria, for sure, but Athis and Farkas are up there, too. When she’s away from Whiterun, however, she leans more towards Iona and Niruin. Ria is her bestie, though. 

Follower (or followers):

Iona, the Honeyside housecarl. She refuses to stay in the sewers once she goes back to Riften and takes time out of her week to become Thane just so she can by Honeyside. Iona comes with it, of course and the two become bros. Iona is rather protective of Saoirse and if any thieves guild members come to honeyside, she watches them like a hawk and keeps a really close eye on Brynjolf, in particular- almost amusingly so. 

Role models:

She doesn’t have one? As she journey’s, she decides that she wants to be the type of person her younger self could look up to and tries to be her own role model. She thinks it best to better yourself for yourself rather than to be like someone else. Now granted, she’s no hero but she takes her morally light gray, chaotic neutral energy and makes herself the best Saoirse she can be. 

Who else would you say your character gets along with? Or doesn’t?:

She’s not fond of the Black-Briars, Maven in particular. She knows a powerful woman when she sees one and the two often dance around with words whenever they have to talk. 

She really likes the Khajiit Caravans, too. All of them, Khajiits in general, to be honest. She grew up with a caravan and really appreciates the race as a whole. She might even offer to go sale their wares in cities if she has the time and they aren’t camped too far out. 

WOOt let me stop before I ramble anywAYS heres my child and her cheeky eventual husband. Things I learned include: making old people look old is hard and hair graying is hard to color but also LOOK AT THAT BACKGROUND!!! I drew that, I’m so proud ; u ; 

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Content // Gilbert Blythe (4/4)

Original Prompt: idk if you’ll like this but ive been thinking abt it so,, anne and the reader were best friends at the orphanage and when the Cuthberts accept anne, all she talks abt is the reader and how she misses them so they’re like what the heck and adopt the reader too. so eventually the reader meets anne’s friends and they’re all besties. then the reader meets gilbert and they have an eventual relationship. it’s a lot sorry!! ily and your writing!💞

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Months passed. 

As time went on, the pain lessened. You were able to distract yourself with other things. Of course, the agony had burned deep in your chest at first. Your mind had constantly been filled with thoughts of Gilbert, and you found it hard to focus on anything but him and how hurt you were that he’d left without a single word.

During the time, Green Gables had been saved by taking in boarders. Anne had even mentioned something about seeing Gilbert when her and Jerry had gone into town to sell off some valuables. She’d mentioned that he’d asked about you, but you’d brushed her off. You hadn’t been ready to talk about Gilbert at that time, and truthfully you still weren’t.

The rumour of gold being in Avonlea had come and gone. During the time of the rumour, Anne had tried to convince you to send a letter to Gilbert. She professed that if there really was gold in Avonlea, he had every right to know. And while she was right, Gilbert did have every right to know, you didn’t want to be the one to tell him.

You couldn’t quite explain it. But there was just so much burning rage that constantly filtered through you when someone brought up his name, that you couldn’t even stand to utter it yourself.

He’d left you. Just like that. Without a word, or even a simple letter. The last words Gilbert had ever said to you was “i’ll see you tomorrow”. And then, you never had.

You didn’t want to talk to him. You’d rather wallow in your self pity and anger.

Gilbert’s disappearance hadn’t been all bad too. You grew exceptionally closer with Diana and Ruby, and you and Anne had rekindled your friendship. After a long talk about what had gone wrong, and about how both of you felt during the time of your argument, you both agreed that you’d both been in the wrong. Anne had ignored you for Diana and Ruby, and thus, you’d ignored her for Gilbert. It’d been a miscommunication on both of your parts.

Now, the two of you were as close as ever. It was just like it’d been back in the orphanage - attached at the hip.

You walked to school together, sat in class together and then the two of you would spend some time with Diana, sometimes Ruby and your new friend Cole. 

Anne ended up sending that letter to Gilbert. Not that you cared. 

It ended up being useless anyways in the end. It had all been a trick, and your boarders had come up with the story to earn some cash. Which, unfortunately, they had.

Anyways, time had passed. Gilbert, though never leaving your mind, wasn’t your full concern anymore. You pushed him to the very back and deepest depths of your mind and focused on your family, friends and school. You were constantly thinking about what you wanted to be when you were older and if you wanted to go to college or not.

Though, you never forgot about, nor would you ever forget about Gilbert... you moved on with your life.

“It isn’t that bad.”

“I look mortifying.”

“Honestly,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “You look fine, Anne. The short hair suits you.”

With her hand on top of her hat, to prevent you from pulling the hat off yourself, Anne scoffed at your words. “I look ridiculous,” she sighed, lips curled downwards in a deep frown. “If no boy wanted to kiss me before, they definitely don’t now.”

You couldn’t help but sigh again. You were tired of hearing Anne talk so ill of herself. None of what she said was true. “You’re beautiful, Anne. Even now,” you whispered, tone sincere. “And don’t even try to argue with me. I’m always right.”

Anne chuckled, shaking your head. “While I appreciate the comment, I am inclined to disagree.”

“What did I say about arguing?”

“Not to do it?”

“Exactly.”

“Nonetheless,” Anne continued, letting her hand fall by her side. “There’s Diana.”

You followed the point of her finger, a small smile falling on your lips when you saw Diana waiting for the both of you by the front of the school house. She seemed somewhat nervous, and you figured it had to do with the fact that she’d yet to see what Anne’s hair looks like. 

“Come on then,” you announced, tilting your head ever so slightly when the two of you grouped with Anne. “Let’s go on in.”

The two girls followed you, none of those inside the school batting either of you an eyelash as Anne immediately ran to the confines of the coat hooks. She gripped onto her hat tightly as both you and Diana came to a stand before her. 

“Surely it can’t be that bad,” Diana spoke, voice soft.

“I’m a monstrosity, Diana,” Anne exclaimed, and you huffed, shoulders dropping. “in fact, you best forget me now and forever. You too, Y/N. I’d never, ever want to bring this humiliation upon you both too.”

“Oh, hush up,” you snapped, reaching forward. You caught Anne off guard, managing to snag her hat off her head before she could stop you. Both Diana and Anne both gasped in response. Anne in indignation towards you, and Diana in surprise at Anne’s hair.

“See?” You quirked a brow, leaning forward to hang Anne’s hat on her coat hook. “You look fine.”

Anne shook her head, fiddling with her fingers nervously as Diana sighed. Reaching back, she pulled the blue tie around her half-pony tail, letting it come undone. “I made a promise to never forsake thee,” she smiled, wrapping the ribbon around Anne’s head and tying it at the top. “Besides... it’s only hair. It’ll grow back soon.”

“That’s what I said.” 

With a nervous smile, Anne shook her head lightly. “Not nearly soon enough.”

In the next second, you found yourself walking through the crowd of students. Something seemed to have caught their attention, and Diana walked through ahead, creating a small path for both you and Anne. Anne held onto your hand tightly, squeezing tightly as you pushed your way through the crowd. And as walked, with your head dipped down, you never caught word of what was being said around you.

Or who it was being said about.

You continued to walk, until you seemed to notice that someone had stepped up to you. And slowly, you looked up from your feet.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for who you saw.

Your hand slipped from Anne’s hand, falling by your side as your lips parted and your eyes widened.

“Y/N...”

“Gilbert...” His name left your lips in a barely audible whisper. You lips moved more than actually saying anything, and for a long while, you found yourself rooted at that spot, unable to move.

Never had you thought that you’d see Gilbert again.

Surely, you should’ve known it was a possibility. There was no guarantee that Gilbert would never come back to Avonlea, especially with his dad’s farm. Not to mention the letter Anne had sent him. But you figured, in your rage induced mind, you hadn’t thought it would actually happen.

Yet, here he was. Gilbert Blythe was standing directly before you with a small little smile on his lips.

The entire crowd of students was looking at the two of you. Part of you realized that you’d managed to get the attention taken off of Anne, but you hadn’t wanted it to be on you, either.

You almost wanted to turn and run when Gilbert took a step towards you, practically closing the little bit of distance that had existed between the two of you. The sudden urge to cry right there and then ate you up, and you felt your eyes water as you desperately tried to fight back the urge.

You didn’t know if you were angry or relieved to see Gilbert.

“It’s uh,” Gilbert stammered, trying to find the words. “It’s really good to see you, Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything. An entire moment of silence passed as you stood there. Your eyes glanced around all those staring back at you until they landed on Gilbert once again.

And then you turned and ran.

You didn’t stop. You ignored Gilbert, who called your name, and Anne and Diana who followed you out to the steps as you continued running. You didn’t even know where you were going, you just let your feet lead you wherever they needed to go.

You eventually ended up in the little fort Anne had created. 

The moment you reached there, you halted, your chest rising and falling. You looked all around yourself, trying to understand what you were feeling. You’d never felt this way before, and you didn’t know how to explain it. It felt like something was crawling up the back of your throat, and you just wanted to scream.

Screw him. Screw that jerk for coming back and acting as if he hadn’t just left you for dust. Like he hadn’t broken your heart.

The tears came streaming down your cheeks before you could stop yourself. And for a long while, you didn’t move. You just stood there, sobs leaving your lips, your lips trembling in response as you rocked on the spot. Your entire body shook, both from the cold and because of your tears, but you didn’t care.

You didn’t care that you’d left school early, either. Actually, it felt good to be alone for once.

Everything hurt, sure. But it felt like you could actually think. As you stood there, you tried to understand why you were so angry. At Gilbert, specifically. Why seeing him there, in that classroom, had hurt and angered you so much all at once.

But you already knew the answer, and you’d said it that day way back when he’d first left.

You loved him. And it hurt to know that the boy you’d fallen in love with didn’t seem to care about you as much as you did. If Gilbert had, he wouldn’t have left you without a single word. Through person or letter.

And the worst part was, you still loved him. Even after all these months.

-

Marilla had lectured you long and hard after that day. But when you fell into her skirt, clutching onto her legs, crying, her harsh words seemed to fall dead on the tip of her tongue.

Time passed once again. You returned to school the next day, and promptly ignored Gilbert when he tried to talk to you. He continued to try and talk to you for the rest of the day and the days to come after that, but you never gave him the time of the day.

Anne wondered if you were taking it too far, that maybe it was time to forgive him, but you didn’t think so. So, you didn’t change anything.

And it ended up working for you. Eventually, Gilbert gave up trying to talk to you, but he never stopped staring at you longingly from afar. You were fully aware of his staring, since you could feel it on your back during class. But you ignored it. Pushed it to the back of your mind.

Your silent treatment had worked, at least, until Marilla had decided to invite Gilbert and his new friend, Bash, over for christmas.

“Anne,” Marilla called, voice exasperated, “do go and see what Y/N is doing.”

“Will do,” Anne replied, bouncing up to her feet. She sent Bash a bright and excited smile before bounding her way over to the stairs and practically dashing up them. You could hear her loud stomping from your bedroom, and you sighed, already knowing that you would have to come down. Whether you liked it or not.

“Y/N,” Anne sang teasingly, knocking on your door. “Marilla’s calling for you.”

You didn’t reply. Instead, you remained sat on your bed, your arms crossed over your chest with a deep frown. Essentially, you were pouting. 

“She sounded cross.”

Huffing, you dropped your hands by your side, allowing yourself a moment of childish pouting. Then, “i’m coming,” you finally answered, pushing yourself up to your feet grumpily. You stomped all the way over to your bedroom door, swinging it open with another huff and glowering down at Anne as she smirked brightly up at you.

“Gilbert’s here, you know.”

Stepping past her, you set your lips into a thin line. “I’m fully aware.”

“He wouldn’t stop looking for you,” Anne continued, her voice light with amusement. “Every five seconds he was looking at the stairs in wonder, practically begging for you to walk down the stairs.”

“I understand, thank you.”

“He’ll be so happy-”

“Anne,” you snapped, sending her a quick glare. With the grin never leaving her lips, Anne yielded, holding her hands by her side as she chuckled quietly to herself.

You turned your head back round, taking a deep breath to steel yourself, before making your way down the stairs. You felt your chest tighten with nerves, unsure of how the night would play out, as you reached the bottom of the stairs. The moment you looked up, you regretted it, and the great urge to turn and run back up the way you came surged through you. But the moment you turned to do so, Anne was standing there, arms crossed over her chest with a quirk brow.

“I thought we were friends,” you grumbled.

“We are,” she nodded, “that’s why i’m doing this.”

“Y/N, is that you?”

At the sound of Marilla’s voice, you snapped into action. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you made your way into the living room, eyes on your feet. 

“There you are!” Marilla exclaimed, clicking her tongue. “We have company, Y/N. Where were you? And, for Godsake child, do look up.”

Sighing, you obliged, raising your head. The first thing you saw was Gilbert’s eyes on you and you quickly placed your attention on the man sat next to him, one you could only assume was the famous Bash himself.

“This is Gilbert, as you know,” Marilla introduced, standing up as she gestured before herself. “And his friend, Sebastian.”

Said man stood to his feet as well, extending his hand out towards you. “Bash, if you don’t mind,” he smiled, and you felt some of your tenseness fall away as your own lips curled into a soft smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

Accepting the man’s hand, you nodded; “you as well, Bash.”

“Now, what do we all say about having some supper?”

With a polite smile, Bash clapped his hands together before him. “It all smells so delicious.”

“Wonderful,” Marilla nodded, stepping past you. “If you’ll follow me,” she guided, gesturing before herself once again before her eyes fell on you. “And Y/N, because of your tardiness, you can blow out on the candles on the tree please.”

You nodded, sighing slightly to yourself as you walked past Bash and over to the Cuthbert’s christmas tree. You, as you usually were, weren’t oblivious to the eyes that remained on you, mentally wishing Gilbert would just follow the rest and leave you alone. 

“Y/N-”

“Shouldn’t you be heading to dinner?”

Gilbert sighed, and before you knew it, he’d stepped up beside you. You turned to ignore him, raising your hand out to blow one of the candles, but Gilbert caught your arm. It elicited a soft gasp from your lips as Gilbert gently turned you towards him. “Please,” he started, voice pleading. “I just want to talk. I haven’t been able to-”

“I’m busy now,” you cut him off, turning your head to scarcely avoid his gaze. “Besides, this is hardly the time. Marilla will be vexed if we take too long.” You said nothing more, and didn’t let Gilbert try to stop you once again as you turned, blowing out one of the candles. You continued to do so, working across the christmas tree and noticing, out of the corner of your eye, Gilbert doing the same.

There was only one candle left, and before you knew it, both you and Gilbert were leaning forward, blowing out the single candle at the same time. Silence seemed to echo as you looked up, meeting his eyes. For a moment, you were reminded of all the times you’d ever spent with the boy. Of when you’d first met him, and when you’d joined his dad and him for supper. And so many more.

You remembered why you loved him.

Then, Gilbert leaned back, and his eyes softened lovingly as a small smile danced on his lips. You blinked, snapping out of your stupor as you coughed slightly, brushing back a strand of lose hair out of your eyes.

“I know you won’t listen,” Gilbert said, pulling his eyes on you. “I was always better at it anyway,” he teased gently, and you hated the way a smile threatened to grow on your own lips.

You were suppose to be angry at him.

“But, I hope this will change your mind.”

Your lips parted when Gilbert pulled his hand out of his pocket, extending it towards you. A small little box laid in the palm of his hand, wrapped up in brown paper and tied off with rope. A little card that read your name was attached.

Slowly, you reached up, taking the gift out of his hands as your eyes darted up to meet his own in bewilderment. 

“Anyways,” Gilbert whispered, “best be getting back.”

He turned then, his back facing you as he made his way to the kitchen. Your eyes fell back to the gift, staring at it in wonder before you heard Marilla call your name, announcing it was dinner and you quickly turned, crouching down to set it under the christmas tree.

Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, you crouched down before the tree, picking Gilbert’s present up. You let it lay in the palm of your hand for a moment, just staring at it, before you leaned back, falling on your bum. Setting the candle down beside you, you set the present on your lap, pulling the two ends of the rope until it untied. Then, you gently ripped the wrapping paper apart.

You hesitated a second longer, staring at the black box in wonder. What could Gilbert possibly have gotten you?

Taking the lid off, a small gasp left your lips when you saw what he had. There, in the box, laid a necklace. A small apple was the charm, and the chain was gold in colour. It was an odd necklace, if you were being honest, unlike anything you’d ever seen before, and you idly wondered how Gilbert had managed to find one of the like.

You pulled the necklace out of the box, gazing at it in disbelief for a moment before wrapping it around your neck. The moment it was secure, you couldn’t help but glance at it once again, holding it up before something else caught your eye. Picking up the box once again, you felt a small smile fall on your lips as you read the writing inside.

Because I know you like apples.

G.B.

-

“Y/N?”

With a nervous smile, you glanced up at Gilbert, meeting his eyes. “Gilbert,” you replied, nodding your head slightly.

Gilbert paused a moment, glancing inside his house for a second before stepping out and shutting the door behind him. You stepped back yourself, allowing him some room as he turned his attention back to you. He didn’t seem displeased at the sight of you, more shocked then anything. “What are you doing here?”

“I opened your gift.”

Gilbert’s lips parted and his eyes lit with realization.

Raising your hand, you pulled the necklace out from the bundles of your clothing and jacket, revealing it to Gilbert. “I put it on last night and haven’t taken it off since,” you explained with a soft smile. “It’s lovely, thank you.”

“Well, i’m glad you like it.” Gilbert nodded, obviously confused as he returned your smile with a small one of his own.

Shoulders dropping, you knew you just needed to get on with it. “I know i’ve been ignoring you,” you started, surprising Gilbert. “I know that I haven’t been all that kind to you since you returned, and obviously, it’s confused you. But the reason why I ignored you was because I was hurt, Gilbert. Hurt that you left.”

Gilbert opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off; 

“Maybe I didn’t have a right to be,” you shrugged, “but I was. Nothing can change. You left without a single word, without even a note. And I know, now at least, that it was something you needed to do. That you couldn’t be here after everything. After your father. That you were lost. But that day, at school, you acted like nothing had happened. Like you could return and i’d forget all about the fact that you left without even telling me.”

Gilbert didn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly stuck in his thoughts. Then he sighed, and whispered; “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

With a sad smile, you nodded. “I know.”

“You know?”

“Now,” you corrected, with a small smile. “I didn’t sleep last night. After opening your gift and seeing this, it made me think. I understand now why you left, without saying a word.”

Gilbert smiled softly, eyes hopeful.

“But, Gilbert... I have to tell you this because I don’t know when i’ll find the courage to do so again.”

“...Yes?”

“The reason why I was so hurt... why Anne sent you that letter and not me, or why i’ve been ignoring you, is because... because, i’m in love with you, Gilbert Blythe.” You confessed, chest tight with nerves. Biting your lip, you rose your gaze from the ground back to Gilbert’s own. “And when you left, I was scared i’d never see you again.”

Everything felt eerily silent the moment you finished speaking. You gazed up at Gilbert, hopeful, anticipating his words.

But he never said anything. Instead, Gilbert just closed the distance between the both of you and pressed his lips against your own. The action stunned you, so much so that your entire body tensed in response, as Gilbert’s hands came up to cup your cheeks. 

He was pulling away in the next second, a small smirk on his lips as he gazed down at you.

And, with burning red cheeks, you stumbled over your words. “That... Th-That, um, oh my... That-”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Gilbert interrupted your rambling with a soft smile. With his hands never leaving your cheeks, he let his thumb stroke your cheek, smile mesmerizing. “And i’m sorry for hurting you. F-For leaving without a word.”

Shaking your head, you regained your dignity, and you raised your own hand, clasping it over Gilbert’s. “It’s okay. I forgive you.”

After a moment of just staring into each other’s eyes, Gilbert pulled back, his hand slipping into your own and falling back his side. “Would you like to come in for dinner?” He offered, tilting his head to the side. “Bash would love to meet you, properly.”

“Anne did do a lot of the talking, didn’t she?”

Chuckling, Gilbert nodded; “yeah, she did.”

“Well,” you started, taking a deep breath in. “I’d love to, then.”

-

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The Grave of Resurrection - 3

Rating: PG for some language

Summary: Jensen Ackles is an archaeologist and just got chosen to work the dig of his life, but what is waiting to be unearthed may just be life or death.

Word Count: 1501

Characters (this part): Jensen Ackles, Henrie Jones (OC), Dr. Jared Padalecki, Clif Kosterman, Misha(Dmitri Krushnic), Sasha Krushnic, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Adam and Stella (students)

A/N: This is part three of four parts. Thanks to my amazing bestie/beta @just-another-busy-fangirl - thank you for just being you! I LOVE Indiana Jones so this was just so fitting! I am so excited for this!

Series Masterlist

The next morning, Jared and Jensen were meeting with museum’s head of security, Clif Kosterman. Clif ensured both of them that he had screened the extra staff and they wouldn’t disturb the work the group was doing. They would blend in and no one off site would be the wiser. Clif introduced them to the extra three men before they finished up their meeting.

“Dr. Padalecki, Mr. Ackles, this is Dmitri Krushnic, he prefers to be called Misha. The dark haired one over there is his brother, Sasha. The third man, the tall one is Jeff, he prefers to be addressed as Morgan. He is dark and brooding, but one of the best I have ever worked with before,” Clif commented as they all shook hands and Jared filled them in on their undercover duties.

“Thanks, Clif. This makes us all feel a little better and we’ll rest a little easier,” Jensen thanked the large man once more and made his way out of the office.  He and Jared had worked out a detailed map of the dig site last night based on the location of all the artifacts they had found since the beginning and decided where excavation would begin in their search for the chest.

Henrie watched Jensen as he made his way out of the office that morning, an extra spring in his step and a smile on his face. She noticed he was happier today than normal, which said something since he had been smiling since he arrived. She dusted off her hands on her khaki shorts, and made her way to catch up to him.

“Hey Jack!” she greeted him with a warm smile. “Looks like the meeting went well.”

“Yeah! It did. I am just relieved that the museum agreed to the extra security. This dig is going to mean great things for the museum, for you and Dr. Padalecki and for my research. I am so stoked!” Jensen pumped his fists excitedly in front of him, causing her to laugh.

“You’re like a child!” Henrie chortled and Jensen just shrugged as they kept walking side by side.

“So I have been meaning to ask you...your name?” Jensen rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he averted his gaze from her. “Sorry, I am sure you get asked that a lot.”

“It’s not a problem, really. My parents were archaeologists too and huge Indiana Jones fans; they just got lucky that Jones was my father’s surname and it just fit. My full name is Diana Henrietta Jones, but since I spent so much on digs and was pretty much a tomboy, Henrie stuck a little more than Diana, didn’t feel as princess-y,” she answered.

“I like it, I think it suits you very well,” Jensen complimented. “I’ll admit that I always wanted to name my first kid Indiana, but my last girlfriend thought it was so stupid. So, I broke up with her, got a dog and named him Indy, reserving Henry for my first born son.”

“You broke up with your girlfriend over a name?” she scoffed, noting how he didn’t say he had a girlfriend now.

“Not entirely, it was just the last straw. So now, it’s just me and Indy,” Jensen informed her.

“Oh,” she replied, mentally slapping herself, but her inner girl was twirling happily. Henrie knew from experience getting involved on a dig was not a great idea, so she shoved her excitement and attraction back down., getting back to business. “What do you think our chances are of actually finding the chest, providing the myth is real?”

Jensen stopped walking, taking a moment to compose his thoughts. “The academic in me thinks our chances are slim to be honest, but I am hopeful. It’s a myth, right? But how many myths are actually based on real events? The key is a huge discovery in itself because the civilizations and  time periods we are looking at didn’t really use locks, therefore no need for a key. But the adventurer in me can’t help but think there are bigger things waiting for us, right below our feet.” He crouched down, picking up a handful of dirt, letting it slip through his long fingers.

“You’re nothing like I remember,” Henrie mumbled.

“What? We’ve never met before, Henrie,” Jensen racked his brain, knowing he would remember a girl like her.

“It was several years ago, you were new to the staff at UT. My parents hosted a holiday party at our farm out in Liberty Hill. I was only seventeen at the time, had just received my acceptance letter,” she recalled fondly.

“Your parents are George and Charlotte Jones?” Jensen asked. “How are they doing? Still teaching, I bet.”

“They actually retired about seven years ago and decided to celebrate with a dig in the Tanana Valley of Alaska, but there was a storm and their plane went down. They were never found,” Henrie sniffed a little and wiped away a tear at the painful memory.

“Oh shit, Henrie! I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” Jensen apologized, gently wrapping his large hand around her shoulder in a small gesture of comfort.

“It’s fine Jack, I brought them up in the first place. I wish they were still here, but they taught me so much about everything. I am lucky to have had them,” she voiced, swallowing hard.

“Still, I should have known; I should have paid more attention,” Jensen uttered.

“Really, I’m okay,” she promised, placing her hand over his to cement the comment. “So what is the plan for today?”

“Plan? Right! We thought we would start near where I found the key, then move in smaller grids southwest,” Jensen recounted the plan for her.

“I agree with you and Dr. Padalecki; this is a good plan. I will grab some of our more seasoned people and we will get started,” Henrie replied, turning to go, when Jensen’s hand on her arm pulled her back.

“It was really nice to meet you again, Henrie.” He smiled warmly.

“It’s nice to meet you again, too, Jack,” she blushed and set to work.

~*~

More than a month passed, the team finding no additional clues to the chest’s whereabouts. In pairs, the team had expanded their search across the entire dig site, going deeper and further each day. Jensen had handpicked the dig teams himself, pairing an experienced archaeologist with a student, with the exception of himself and Henrie.

He didn’t know how to put it into words when Jared asked him about after another day of what seemed like a fruitless search.

“It’s a feeling, Doc, I just don’t know how to put it into words. Maybe I can find an English major or a novelist when I get home; put it to paper for you,” Jensen joked.

“Jack, have you thought about the age difference, and that you once worked with her parents?” Jared probed him.

“Yeah, actually, I did. A lot, if I am being honest with you. But it’s only eight years, and that was a long time ago. Love to me has always been elusive, like this damn chest. I know there is something there, I can feel it, but it is just beyond my grasp,” Jensen theorized, hoping one day soon, before his time there was over, he would be able to voice his feelings for her. He swirled the drink in his glass, before taking another sip.

“Jack! Dr. Padalecki!” Henrie came rushing in the office, startling the pair of them.

“Adam and Stella found something! Come on! What are you waiting for?” she called over her shoulder, already out the door.  They abandoned their scotch and chased after her into the night.

The site was lit up like Vegas at night; spotlights littered the area. Jensen was several steps ahead of Jared when he reached Henrie’s side. He dropped into the pit beside Adam and asked for a brush. Henrie pulled hers out of her belt and passed it to him. He knelt in the dirt and slowing began clearing the earth from what appeared to be a corner of something.

He dropped the brush and delicately used his hands to remove more dirt than the brush was able to and soon he felt the edge and he dug his fingers underneath the object. He called for Jared and together they pulled the hidden object into view.

“It’s exquisite,” Jensen’s voice broke the silence, almost like the crowd was holding their breath, not daring make a sound to disturb their efforts. The chest was smaller than he expected, only about three by two feet with a rounded lid, but was extremely heavy. It was elegantly detailed in silver and gold and right on the front, a golden square held the keyhole. Gasps of those around him filled the air.

“We’ll take it from here, gentleman,” a thick Russian accent rang through the night, accompanied by the distinct slide of a gun being armed.

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