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phramboise · 7 months

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— risqué mistress of morbidity:: captainjohnpricexfemale!reader

In my tavern, my muse, leaves me longing, as he quiets my insanity's wild ruse.

tags and warnings: 18+, price and bartender!reader, reader is also smoking and drinking; he denies eye connection, both are madly alone, kissing, choking(?), vague smut, no aftercare, depictions of breakdown and depression, touch starved reader, touch starved price, implied cheating, death. one time thing with a stranger that visits for a drink.

read the dry salvages after to give this post another perspective, to see a happier closure (!), or his view.

wordcount: 4.1k

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A little city, or not quite, not even a town. Some place between other little places. The kind that keeps you in front of the radio, listening through channels to find one that works, or the kind that makes you wonder how people who live here spend their days with. Rarely a vehicle glides down the road, throwing pebbles around the one-line asphalt, and even rarer does one stop in front of this pub to walk in. Still, roads smell of dust, soot and grease; ground dry and deserted, feels like the sun stays right in the middle of the unsure sky the entire day. Not moving, not a cloud over it for it to blink ─always hazy, even indoors, even when it’s dark outside. A hit stench that sticks behind your neck, one that hogs your vision, one that feels like the breath you take needs to be a lot deeper for it to feel enough.

Slow, banal, monotonous; makes one think of one simple thing for days for there’s nothing else this place offers you to do, to think about. A stale life, one with no surprises. Where days feel long, years feel short. Hours are slow, and weeks are even slower, without one noticing, -but maybe with one noticing, noticing but not having the will in oneself for putting it to a stop- how the life, however fast or slow it might be, is still yours, and you are watching it away, for here leaves no wish, nor will.

Not to say that the man who now walks in the pub is simple -maybe his clothes, indigo rinse jeans, a fleece are- but even in such attire, he looks.. jarring, debonair, taking the air off the small tavern, suffocating -makes her take a big sigh before catching her breath. The place feels as it gets smaller as he makes his presence known, with a terrific aura oozing out of his frame, even glancing from the door his eyes are clear when looking inside. Dark blue landmines, the sea she always wished to see one day but never will, but she knows, if she were to see it, it would be of the colour of his eyes. The sweltering sun hits the sideline of his face for a sliver of a second as he steps in, the sun kisses his hair, bathes his brunette in golden rays, skin turning tan. She lifts her head off the counter, leaving the dry towel to her side to see who would step into this pub that has only her inside. And sees him. And meets his unavoidable mercy.

After that -after she looks away- there’s this haze in her head, an unease that dreads her, a cloud between thought and morals, and a ringing in her ears, vertigo, a pressure when having a long trip. She turns back to the counter, trying to avoid the impossible.

─that is, before he finds himself a seat next to the counter, slanting over it before asking for a whiskey, adding neat right after.

Glencairn winces in her hand as she places the glass in front of him, before giving the drink a firm twirl.

The goldenest burnished copper, a soothing sherry, a hint of warming smoke. Oloroso & oak. She even eyes the quaich on the glass shelves.

Lee Hazlewood in the background, the whiskey works his inhibitions away, it seems. His eyes linger longer on her with each sip, but each looks away after a moment on her body and never meets her eyes, as if such capable-looking man is afraid of simple connection, never suggestive. Maybe he’s looking at her only because nothing ever moves in this dead bar, but she prefers to think otherwise, and is free to dream. One hand dives in his hair, fingers graze on his forehead while the other holds a thick cigar, turning his head down as he takes drags of it between his thick fingers. He looks as if he finds comfort in smoke, and for his comfort in a smoke, she wants to take it to herself.

The cigar between his lips seems like a mockery of her own desire, knowing it can lovingly touch and feel between his lips and her lips just aren’t able.

Not one to fall into compulsions on his intuitions, he is. He shifts in his seat, stretching his leg out to take out his wallet. Windows open, so he tucks the paper under the tulip glass.

Five minutes, if not more. No talk, not a glance.

“I can have you another? On me?

This is ridiculous, needy, she thinks. A bartender asking to give a free drink, and the customer not attentive. He looks like he has nothing better to do anyway, he looks like he’s going to go somewhere unwanted after. Unwilled, to an infinite wrath, or an infinite despair. A silent man, he looks like he finds comfort in silence too. No defeat in silence, no rejection. A man who looks like he knows that it’s only the time that heals, and not the memory. Just a man, it’s what she sees, who looks like any other man, but not quite.

The quiet man does not object, and she fixes a drink with the sleight of her hand. “Forgive me, but you look rather… tense. Can I help you in a way?”

The fingers tapping on the wooden countertop miss their next beat, stop their steady pattern for a second. He doesn’t need to lift his head, look up to her to see that she’s speaking to her, he doesn’t bother anyway.

When there are two people who are strangers alone, only the one who wishes for a talk feels awkward. The other doesn’t notice, doesn’t want to talk. He looks down at his drink, the narrow-mouthed tulip, at the linted lifelines in the palm of his hand. Turning his palm against the counter, he looks at the cuts on his tanned skin. At some point he even reaches for his pocket, shifts in his barstool to take something out his pocket, and looking askance, she sees the split corner of the glossy paper, no wonder a polaroid. Only a second, before he secures it back in his pocket. Worn and irritated, it’s clear he had it with him for long enough. She can’t get a glimpse of the picture but has guesses on who that might be. The owner of the ring on his finger, perhaps? She curses the woman whom she never met, as if she’s to blame. She knows this man didn’t come here for the reason she has in mind, but she tries to deceive herself, reassure herself, make a consensus, a false one at that. It’s easy to justify, to blame her impurity on her id. Because who would come to a bar in the middle of nowhere at this time of the day? Only for a drink? Not likely if you ask her.

“This is enough.” He says, swirling the glass he lazily holds with a twirl of his wrist. It was on you, remember?

Rarely one comes here, but never once someone gives this answer to her question. Any other man, what she sees, and each time that other man looks like every other man, with trivial thoughts of every other man on their minds. Same minds dressed in different skins. This is another man.

Any other man thinks, she’s given me a drink, a sly smirk on his indifferent, indiscreet face. A young woman offering me of all men -as if there’s someone else around to compare- a drink? And she has plenty else to offer, no? This man, the another, looks like a man who is not in need of a proposal, looks satiated, even with the remorse of his sulken face. He looks like a man who has everything with nothing to lose. Like a man who seizes how transient she is, who wouldn’t be interested in her if she was a ghost of his wildest dreams.

Maybe that’s why, she doesn’t remember asking a question twice, she remembers when she hadn’t, when other men already had the proposal themselves, many of them she remembers rejecting. But never she remembers being rejected, never remembers simple defeat.

─So, she persists, dainty steps walk over, towards the customer side of the counter. Nervous, but slow enough to make it obscure, slow enough to notice her own breath, light as air as she walks next to him. I only want you to relax, no other reason.

She’s skeptic that he’d pull away, but alas, she’s also insistent, and he does not squirm nor he moves. Doesn’t tell her to stop, doesn’t tell her off. He doesn’t even grunt in efforts to mean something, to dismiss her. That’s her answer, she feels the tense muscles under her almost sweaty palms -nervous as she does -, gives a squeeze before daringly trying to snake her hands along his neck. Then gives another.

Then once more, and one more, until he slants back, until she hears a groan of relief out his hoarse throat, does she rubs his shoulders. Can I keep going?, mutters her, earning no yes, no no, but a little hum, it comes out as a withering moan out his lips, fainter than he planned to make it sound. Each rub inches her closer, until her breath kisses his nape, her front pressing right behind his back.

He looks capable, enough so, she wonders what kind of woman would leave him unsatisfied back home, she even wishes to be such lady, leaning over his shoulder slightly to not startle him away from compulsion, but enough to remind herself of the silver band on his finger, lambent in the midday sun. No reason to stop. Soon she leans her head down, down and her hair embraces his, as he tilts his head equally back, eyes closed. She clicks her tongue, rubbing it inside along her teeth as she looks down at him, and his short hair meets her skin through her v-neck.

A plea rolls out of his mouth, a growl, a promise of a whine, he tries to protest but is in the last sips of conviction. He puts his hand on her shoulder, he does, but he does not stop her. Only one way this goes, and now they both know it. One proposes quite openly, and the other subliminally accepts.

“I only want you to relax…”

With his head resting on her breasts and her supporting him, he only relaxes a little more on the stool, his breathing slowing and slowing. Heavier, bated. His eyes closed; his cheek feels against her breastbone.

This girl, undeniably smells like his lover. Talks like her too. Hearing the suggestive delivery of her voice, an immediate animal presence with incredible luring power, she whispers something simple, something she probably already said to many others who came here before his turn, but her voice, her fluid, languorous movement, just moves him in. Erotic and subliminal, but she’s not to blame. Him? He’s practically starving for some affection, and she’s warm. She feels like the warmth in a haze that holds you in bed early in the morning, an unhurried mist of comfort, all with terrifying seduction. Thus, he closes his eyes, to feel her but to see someone other.

He curses himself.

A little tug on his arm, and a brush of her lips along his jaw, is an overt invitation, for him to follow. And with a shaky breath, he does.

…

Through the water-stained mirror of the open lid of the locker, she watches his face as his hand wraps around her throat, rough fingers dragging along her supple skin, thumb searching for her life under its warm pad. Thumping harder and even palpitating with each beat, it’s ridiculous, she feels his warm breath as his lips inch closer right under her ear. His eyes trail along her hair, over the features of her face, every spot but her eyes as if she doesn’t have any, what she notices also is he doesn’t look at himself over the mirror too -as if he hates the sight, this charade that he plays. Then again, would a cherished person be in a staff room of a dusty bar? Only she sees the mirror, and only she feels what’s felt now. Him?.. Face indifferent, only his breath speaks.

She ignores it, just like she does with the fact that they don’t even know their names.

Palm leaves her throat, and she whines as his knuckles brush down her nape, taking her necklace off. It would be such romantic sight if he were to meet her eyes, she thinks. A kiss to her cheek, and a smile as he unclasps the chain. Some sweet whisper along her name. She even contemplates, would he let her if she were to snake her fingers towards his chin, lift it up to see his eyes that never see hers?

She does not risk it, for she feels like he’d pull away and leave her here. Behind.

Distant eyes are no matter, for the hands are what she cherishes. Even when obligatory, even when it’s mandatory. Hands are hands, and they are warm, warm but not burning on her skin, not sickening and twisting in her head -easing some vertigo. Oh, how she wished to get sick so that someone would take care of her, even when out of pity, even fake, even without looking in her eyes. The envy when she sees a damsel in distress, with her company along her, a crave for a wound for someone to heal. They don’t see her when looking at her, they see someone else. Still… She can close hers, and pretend. How she wished for a brush, of a touch, a graze, a squeeze, a straddle even intended to hurt her... For so, she wouldn’t stop. This is another man, and this is not only touch.

Don't mind my desperation.

—Let me hold you, not just for vacation.

Until he notices, she’s under his mercy, one hand enough the grasp her supple neck, holding tight, a little too tight to enjoy -him the executioner, and she would lovingly be the sacrificial lamb- for she’d be something then. And she’d feel warm hands on her. Isn’t this the reason for every other man anyway?

Instinct and desire, his rough hands scrape towards her chest, thumb presses on the notch between her clavicles, forehead resting on her shoulder as she leans back, hand on his wrist as she leads his hesitant touch further, through the loose buttons of her linen shirt.

It’s torment to be this slow, a hiss leaves her as she turns back, pulling the collar of his jacket in a fist, her bare back meets the cold of the metal door of the locker, goosebumps on her skin as her lips find his jaw, pressing against him, unzipping as he leans against her with his forearm resting next to her head, trapping her between his broad physique and the door behind her. She’d usually hear whispers by now, promises to never keep, on how good it will feel for her, never teaching her things she doesn’t know- along with some praises and sometimes with fool words. Out filthy mouths, with a sharp tone, turning her off in how unnatural and forced they sound. Now she imagines how his voice she only heard when he was ordering his whiskey would be a perfect candidate, etching prayers into her skin, voice husky and deeper than usual, in desire, and the thought burns an image between her thighs. Between little groans, she tries to matchmake words.

His large hold gropes the back of her head as she kisses his chest through the black t-shirt he has on, sliding his arms off the jacket, leaving it on the floor as she walks him back, the zipper makes a sound on the tiles off the personnel room. Her nails graze his jaw, he turns his head away as she moves to his lips, pressing her head to his neck further. What’s sex without a taste? Can fulfilment ever feel as deep as a kiss? Vexed for attention, she begs his lips, rising on her feet, rubbing hers all over his face, nibbling his skin just under his ear, tongue tracing right after, a cool blow of her breath as he looks up at the ceiling, holding onto some sort of sanity, holding onto her. He only threads his arm along her nape, pulling her to his chest, his teeth graze the strap of her bra, tugging it down, his lips light on her shoulder, it’s a kiss —only if she accepts.

Forget about her already, you’ve been too far to compensate. Seal us with a kiss and forget about her, or don’t.

Don’t forget about her, just kiss me. Kiss me as you’d kiss her.

It’s raw and as clean as an almost abandoned pub could be, the back of his legs touch the couch as she pushes him onto it, and not him pulling her back with her, he watches her body as she undresses, putting on a needy show, spreads his legs as he shifts comfortable on his seat. She doesn’t ask for another kiss after, only moves towards him as he fiddles with his belt, unbuckling as she moves her lips, kissing him through his underwear, lips on his happy trail, moving upwards as her hand moves his t-shirt upwards, he helps her take it off, before pulling her on his lap with arms holding her to himself, close to him. Sweet girl. Hands on her knees move up, up to her thighs, hooking her underwear with his thumb on his way to her spine, palm open on her back as he buries his forehead on the side of her face, pressing his nose into her skin, his stubble burning on her core.

Nothing to know about one another, no explanation, no justification, but it keeps on. A mutual tension, a strange exhilaration, they’re both dancing around something with no name, something that gets her heart racing, stirring and swelling inside her. For a moment, she dares to dream, to think beyond the moment as she grinds her hips against his. Of something more, of this once more, somewhere else, a future of endless moments of this. An abyss of something… she wants more of. Strange, unsure, unknown. Not really recalling what she does, she just tries to feel more of his skin against hers.

She feels him move, his hand coming to her chin, thumb caressing her bottom lip, tugging it down with enough force as he tilts his head, finally about to seam the inches. The pulse on her throat quickens, she looks at him, but his eyes are already closed, so she mirrors, leans into his touch, parts her lips as she feels his, with a hum blooming on her chest to kiss his lips, he just lets it happen, leads it. The rush in her veins dulls the chill of the wedding band that brushes her back as he slides to a more comfortable position, pressing her chest to his. It’s a gentle kiss, patient, yet she feels the unshakeable core of stoicism behind too. He’s always in control, emotions controlled and calculated. Not the greediest, but he kisses like he knows when to let them take over, both of her and himself. And her, she holds him like she begged something above for him to kiss her, and the way she kisses him back, it’s clear she did.

In the moment, she fails to read the engravings of his initials on the dog tag around his neck as the chain goosebumps its way on her chest. Each kiss of his leaves an indentation of his lips in intensity on her body. Each kiss that travels her thighs, so does his tongue. Each kiss gets her ensnared, trapped, she feels as if he’s holding his voices back, but when he does not, when little muffled curses with letters moaned out —telling her to keep doing what she does, they fall into her ears, takes root in her soul, sprouts inside her stomach, she lets them grow. Voracious, alive, relentless in lustful abandon. He tastes her in an unbridled display of passion. Never met her, but he fucks her like he missed her.

…

Her figure follows his as he pulls back, a heavy warmth now leaving itself to the sun’s. The difference is the latter is sickening, and unwelcomed, yet he still is on his feet, hastily looking around for his clothes as she lays, reclined, pulling the sheet over her, watching his back, muscles moving in rhythmic fashion, before he covers it with his t-shirt. Not holding her anymore. But when he sits at the edge of the worn couch to tie his boots, she at least feels his weight through the sunken cushion. She could savour it.

“Would you visit again?”

I’d wait.

She blinks once, licking the taste of his skin on her lips. Hopeful, alas, she knows the answer already.

He moves onto the other boot, type that men in field work would wear. Not even sighs, as if she hadn’t asked him something, as if he’s alone at this personnel room with nothing to consider. As if she’s gone in the wind, used and thrown away. As if he’s leaving no one behind. A fantasy unwind in summer breeze. Gets on his feet, on his way to leave.

And as if not having his answer loud and clear, and having the audacity, she pleads. As if she just didn’t fuck with a married man. A married man whom she knows not the name of.

But she knows he belongs to someone else.

“Right, your wife!?” She wipes the passion off her lips on the back of her hand then. “You should’ve thought about her before you decided to fuck me!”

He stands a second, petrified, judging in his mind if she’s worth turning back to answer, and when he decides, he turns halfway before her, looking at her with a mocking squint of his eyes, which trail up and down on her, belittling her. Brows furrow, meeting his lashes before he speaks. Voice low, lower than a whisper, but still is assertive, only the tone of it enough to put her back in her place. Almost a threat, and as sure as the sun outside.

She sees his thumb playing with the band on his ring finger, mad in rage she spoke about his wife; she wishes she never asked, afraid he would just walk up to her and do something that wouldn’t give her a choice to object. She wonders of the times where she needed to speak up but didn’t, and when she needs to shut up she never is able.

It’s the only time, for a sliver of a second before he meets her eyes.

He mercies her an answer, nonetheless. Maybe for she'd eased some of his own distress, silenced some insanity.

“She’s dead.”

…

The vertigo he brought stays after his leave.

She bites and scrapes the polish off her bitten nails, until the skin around is red and throbbing and her teeth are frail, when there’s this familiar chemical taste down the pit of her stomach. She hates it.

She’s not sure how many minutes passed, but getting off the couch to speak back, to shout and break stuff, she finds the things back in their usual order, and even the seat she pulled him off from stands neatly tucked under the counter, the parking lot empty once more, the scent he brought with him gone. The only remnants are a stub and an empty glencairn, which keeps a banknote under its diligent tulip to keep it secure. Not a number, not a thing she gets to keep, no memoir. As if he’d never been in here, as if no one visited today either, and it was only a fragment of her tainted imagination. Only the ghost of his lips imprinted on the glass keeps his now gone presence real as she lifts it to her lips, before feeling the inside of the bar to grab her slim cigarettes to try what she saw him do.

Can I ever not think about you?

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the dry salvages

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drvnkd4zed · 2 years

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Swimming with Enhypen (pool edition)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Heeseung

As Heeseung's the flirtiest member, I think he'd take the time you two are spending in the pool to show you physical affection. He's caressing your whole silhouette, he'd dive and kiss your tummy whenever he's underwater, making you giggle. He would put some background music to create an atmophere where you two can relax and kiss. Those would be his favorite moments with you and he will probably make a lot of photos and polaroids of it. Heeseung looks like the type of person who's taking you to the pool whenever you want, even if it's in winter, you two will just chill in a jacuzzi.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jay

First of all, he wants privacy. I think Jay would rent an indoor pool somewhere so you two can do whatever you want (and no one is watching you wearing that bathing suit). Jay also wants to show you his progresses at the gym by doing exercises in water, failing, because you would make him laugh as you mock him. He will ask you to do exercises too but you'll just reject it and swim around Jay to annoy him. I think swimming with him would be very funny, whenever you try to get out of the pool, expect him to push you again in the water. He might get in the pool with his sunglasses (even if it's an indoor pool) because even if he's messing with you, he still wants to look cool.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jake

I think Jake would think about your health first, so he's applying the sunscreen on you before you could dive. Jake is also hugging you every time he has a chance, he'd lean his head on your shoulder and play with your hair. When you dive you can see him from underwater and he's always looking at you smiling with his puppy eyes, proud of you. Whenever you need anything, he's probably going out of the pool to go grab it for you. I also think he's bringing some balloons so you two can play together.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunghoon

I don't think Sunghoon is a big fan of swimming, but I'm sure he's having fun doing it with you. Even if it means he has to deal with the guys looking at you, and he hates that. He is fine just floating with you and look at the sky without saying a word, and I can see him pulling you down underwater to prank you. He won't spend that much time in water, so after he goes out, he's still watching you having fun in the pool, he might take videos and photos to show you how happy you were.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunoo

Swimming with Sunoo can be summarized in "laughter" and "dying from laughter". He's going to play the whole time, but first, he's going to take a few minutes before he actually gets in the pool. I'm sure you two will also argue on who should go inside the pool first, "you go first" "no you go first". You might give up and go in, but if the water is too cold, he's going to take some time, so you'll shoot him with the water guns until he's in ( + whenever you do it, he's screaming like a dolphin). But I mean imagine seeing Sunoo trying to float with his cheeks in front of you, wouldn't that be the cutest thing ever? (he might ask you to do the same)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jungwon

He might be the type of boyfriend that will teach you different ways of swimming, even the weirdest ones just to have fun. Jungwon won't stay still for a second if you're in the water with him, but when he finally gets tired of swimming, he's starting to sing for you. Jungwon will pull out an entire playlist with your favorite songs and do a karaoke for you. I guess you'll just close your eyes and chill at the edge of the pool as he sings.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Niki

I think Niki's the annoying kid that makes you want to go out of the pool as soon as possibile. You want to go out? no, he's throwing you in the pool again. You want to swim? then it's going to be a swimming competition. He'll ask you to play games such as compete on who can hold their breath longer, who can swim faster and so on. If you lose, he's mocking you for the rest of your life but if you win, he's telling you he made you win on purpose.

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odyssean-flower · 1 year

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The Chief Justice and the Worst Painter in Fontaine Chapter 1: The Beginning

Pairing: Neuvillette x Gender Neutral Reader Summary: It was supposed to be your time to relax and get in touch with your (extremely) buried creative side...but then your boss showed up. A/N: hey guys here's my new fic. it's something different this time since i want to explore new things (and i need to cook on my other yandere ideas a little more) Masterpost here

You can read the fic on AO3 as well

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 (Bonus Scenes) || Chapter 4

tw: none except the author's attempts at humor

Your first-ever painting session was going wonderfully.

The sky was a deep blue without a cloud in the sky, and the winds were calm. The only sounds you could hear around you on the shores of the Great Terrestrial Lake were bird cries and the mechanical footsteps of the Meks patrolling the roads. You were far away from the hustle and bustle of the Court of Fontaine, which was just what you wanted.

The bright white canvas in front of you seemed to be brimming with possibilities, waiting for you to put your brush to it and create something beautiful…you hoped.

“Ah,” you sighed. “I don’t get why more people don’t do this.”

“I concur,” a voice said from next to you. It sounded vaguely familiar. “It’s unfortunate that the beauty of Fontaine’s waters is underappreciated even by the citizens.”

“Right?” you said excitedly as you turned your head to beam up at this newfound kindred spirit. “But I suppose it’s all for the best, considering that—”

The rest of your sentence got stuck in your throat. Because your eyes landed on the last person you had ever expected to see.

The long white hair with blue streaks (or were they horns, as you’ve heard rumored?), the elegant and flowing blue robes, the piercing violet eyes…you might not have ever seen him up close before, but everyone in Fontaine knew who this man was.

The Chief Justice of Fontaine, the Iudex—Monsieur Neuvillette himself.

That’s right. Your boss was standing right next to you as you were supposed to be enjoying your relaxing day off.

You were a low-level bureaucrat working at the Maison Gestion. Your days were confined to your small desk and typewriter, sitting in your chair as you typed up document after document, reading memos, and then re-typed what you just wrote.

It wasn’t a bad job, all things considered. You liked your coworkers, and it was fun to complain about your workloads together. It paid well enough too. However, your work-life balance was terrible. You got home late even without doing overtime at the office, and spent your days off sleeping in. Not to mention the disturbing cracks your back made whenever you straightened yourself up…

After seeing one too many of your coworkers sleeping at their desks overnight in order to make a deadline, you decided that there needed to be a change. You were going to get a hobby completely unrelated to work and enjoy your life!

The problem with spending so much of your time at work was that it was difficult to find out what you actually enjoyed doing in leisure. You barely even remembered what your interests were before you started working. It was a depressing realization…but at least now you had the money and maturity to find new interests.

You briefly considered doing a physical activity like rowing or diving, but quickly decided against it. You were a desk worker and had the physique of one as well. But on the other hand, you didn’t want to do something where you were indoors and stationary all the time. That would be no different from your time at work.

After trying out several activities, you finally decided on painting. Painting would allow you to leave the city and spend time in nature. You could sit but also wander around as you pleased. And you could create something of your own instead of being confined by other people’s rules. Yes, painting was the perfect hobby to pick up.

With that brilliant idea in mind, you happily bought painting supplies and set out for Fontaine’s beaches on the weekend. You were looking forward to a day of relaxation and artistic joy.

But now…

“M-Monsieur Neuvillette!” you stammered, jumping out of your chair and nearly knocking it over. “I-I-I had no idea you were here! Please forgive me for not noticing you!”

You were suddenly extremely aware of your appearance. Since it was your day off and you weren’t expecting to be around anyone else, you were dressed in well-worn clothes (read: frayed and faded), and your hair was matted with sweat after carrying your heavy painting tools all the way out here.

“There is no need for you to apologize,” Neuvillette said. His calm demeanor was completely at odds with your panicking self. “I should be the one apologizing for startling you. I was simply happy to see someone else enjoying one of my favorite spots to watch the sea.”

“Oh, no, not at all! You shouldn’t apologize! I’m the one who—” This isn’t going anywhere, the rational part of your mind screamed.

Driven by the survival instinct of saving yourself from dying of embarrassment, you quickly gathered your painting supplies in your arms and stood up. They seemed a lot more unwieldy than before. “I’m sorry, Monsieur. I didn’t know you frequented this spot. I will move myself somewhere else so as to not disturb you.”

“There’s no need for you to inconvenience yourself in that way,” a furrow formed between Neuvillette’s brows. “You will no way disturb you. I’m perfectly fine with you staying here. In fact, I would welcome your company.”

“Oh, no no! I wouldn’t be good company for you at all, Monsieur! I'm terrible at talking and am not interesting in any way! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I shall leave you be!” You blabbered on as you backed away as fast as you could. A shadow passed overhead. You looked up and saw clouds. Where did those come from?

You had made it some distance away, cursing yourself in your head all the while, before you heard the rumble of thunder. The sky was now covered in clouds, and it looked as though it was going to rain at any minute. That was weird. The weather forecast said that it would be sunny today, and there wasn’t a trial today, so you had assumed that it would be clear skies today. As the first drops of rain hit your face, you suddenly remembered something: you forgot to take your chair.

You would rather jump into the sea than go back there, especially after how you acted. But on the other hand, wouldn’t leaving my chair there make me look like a careless slob? What if Monsieur Neuvillette thinks that and decides that I’m not fit for my job? And then I’ll get fired and get thrown out onto the streets and then no one would ever hire me again and—

More rain fell, shaking you out of your panicked thoughts. You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down. You were a grown adult who was capable of behaving in a normal, mature manner. You would simply walk over there, politely greet Neuvillette, get your chair, and then calmly take your leave. Simple.

Repeating those steps in your head, you ran back to the spot (because the rain was really coming down now) and to your surprise, found Neuvillette still standing there. He didn’t seem to have moved from where he was when you last saw him. The rain was soaking into his hair and clothes.

The sight made you feel a bit lonely.

You steeled yourself and walked up to him. The chair was still there. You resisted the urge to grab it and run away, and then cleared your throat.

“Excuse me, Monsieur Neuvillette…”

He turned around with a start. For some reason, the rain lightened up a bit at that moment. “Oh, you’ve returned. I thought you were going to move somewhere else to paint?”

His voice was as emotionless as his face, but you thought you could detect a bit of hurt in it. It must have been just your overactive imagination.

“I was just…” the words got caught in your throat. Somehow, it felt wrong to tell him that you only returned to get your chair. But surely he’d understand, right?

The defiant part of your mind chose that moment to make its appearance. Why are you acting like a scared mouse? You were here first, and you had no idea that this is his favorite spot. This place is big enough for the two of you.

“Pardon me,” Neuvillette’s voice snapped you back to reality. “But I believe you were about to say something?”

“Oh…oh, yes. I was just going to say…” you forced a smile on your face. You must look ridiculous right now. “I was just going to say, I decided to come back here because, well, if the Chief Justice says that this is his favorite spot, then it must be scenery worthy of even someone like me to paint.”

Neuvillette’s face still didn’t change, but it seemed to soften almost imperceptibly. The rain stopped completely now.

“I’m honored to receive such a compliment, though undeserved,” he said. “I do look forward to your work.”

You nodded, even as you were thinking, Crap! He’s going to be looking at my painting!?

With shaking arms, you set up your easel and canvas, which had miraculously remained mostly dry. The chair, on the other hand, was soaked, so you had to stand and paint. You moved the setup several times to make sure it wasn’t getting into Neuvillette’s line of sight before dipping your brush into a pot of paint.

The clouds were all gone now, like they were never there.

Though you technically answered to Neuvillette as an employee of the Maison Gestion, you had never actually talked to him or even seen him up close before. Your desk was on a separate level from his office, and he was always busy, so even the higher-ups rarely saw him. You had seen him sitting in his high seat during trials at the Opera Epiclese, but that was about it.

So, this was your first time being in such close proximity to him.

The sun felt like a laser, or maybe a spotlight, beaming down on your head. The gentle breeze ruffled your hair but did nothing to dry your sweaty hands that were gripping your equally sweaty paintbrush. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

Yes, you were definitely feeling very relaxed right now.

You sneak a glance at Neuvillette. He was gazing out at the blue waters. He hadn’t attempted to watch you paint even once. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought he was a statue. It was warmer now than before. Doesn’t he feel hot in those robes? You thought.

The painting was nearly done. It was, in your opinion…definitely a canvas with paint on it. You had tried to capture the shimmer of the waves and their unknowable depths, but you hadn’t come close. It felt almost shameful, considering the view here really was beautiful. You could see why Neuvillette liked this place.

You wouldn’t have cared at all about the quality of your work if it hadn’t been for him, since this was supposed to be a way for you to unwind. Resentment bubbled up within you, but you quashed it down. There was no turning back time now. You comforted yourself by vowing to completely avoid him at all costs after this. It wouldn’t be that hard to do.

After you put the finishing touches, you stepped back. The painting was not hanging on the gallery walls anytime soon, but it was done. You turned to Neuvillette.

“Um, Monsieur Neuvillette. It’s finished.”

He turned and looked at your painting. His violet eyes scanned it carefully from top to bottom, like it was a piece of fine art hanging in the museum. You shifted your feet nervously. It felt like you were being judged. Was he going to fire you if you didn’t meet his standards? That was an absurd thought.

After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to you. “The way you captured the light on the water is quite inspired, [Name]. I can see that the meticulous and detail-oriented mind in your work is also present here.”

You blinked. Three thoughts rushed through your mind at once.

He liked your painting.

He knew your name.

He knew your work.

A light, airy feeling filled your chest. It felt like you were floating. Maybe you were actually watching this from above your body, considering how surreal this felt.

“T-Thank you, Monsieur Neuvillette,” you managed. “I-I, just really love the sea. It’s so, um, cool.”

Neuvillette nodded solemnly. “I can tell that. If you would like, I can show you other scenic views of the sea that might inspire you further.”

“Great!” you exclaim before you knew what you were doing. “I’d love that.”

Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but you could have sworn Neuvillette’s lips curved into a smile. “Then it’s settled. Next week, I will send you a note with directions to another one of those spots.”

You nodded, even as if you were thinking, Next week?

And so, your artistic journey with the Chief Justice began.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #my works #painter series

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4theluvofsapphos · 8 months

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Devil’s Advocate - PART 1/?

Lucifer Morningstar (Sandman) x Dead!Reader

Part two here

TW & A/N: R passes from an implied inebriated fall (DDDNE), Drinking, Smoking, Mentions of a high/drug related analogies/metaphors(?),

LATER TAGS TO NOTE: Heavy Sadism/Masochism, Blood + Blood Drinking, Slut-Shaming/Harsh Degrading, Dubious Consent (R is bound by contract, yet still consents + is sober, so I’m not sure if this is dubious consent or not, but I’m not taking any chances afhksdfj), Brief mentions of being apathetic towards death/life

WC: ~1.3K

Considering how you came to be acquainted with The Devil–some would even call you ‘friendly’--you hadn’t expected to be as deep into the murky depths as you were. Not only were you enticed by the embodiment of sin, but the idea made your brow crease and your palms begin to sweat. Your church always chided the children, telling them Satan was no martyr, no king. They said Satan was the ruler of the misfits, the outcasts, the uglies of the world.

In time, you came to understand that no one was an Angel. The closest that Heaven ever got to having an angel was Lucifer Morningstar. And even then, that didn’t last very long, did it?

As you grew into adulthood, becoming a misfit, an outcast, an ugly–it was inevitable. You remember the first time you peeked down the barrel of a bottle, flicked the sparker of a lighter. The teen angst got the best of you, and you never had it in you to care.

The ecstasy was heaven, the sin was salvation.

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Your drinking buddy, Sal, said you were too cocky when you began dancing on the roof, holding the cheap bottle of Budweiser in one hand, a cigarette in the other. You were two bottles in, and a pack and a half down.

You didn’t care. Why would you? Life was so bland, like the same flavor of the same food. It had always been that way, since the day you realized you wouldn’t amount to much more than an office worker. You had no passion, no drive. Dying wouldn’t be terrible, living wasn’t terrible. But you craved more. And so you chased that rush, that hit of adrenaline when you balanced on a bridge high above the crashing waves, or when you set your hand on fire after covering it in hair gel, diving into the pool next to you to extinguish it.

Or like now, as you danced carelessly above your apartment, leaning over the edge and screaming along to the lyrics of the music, laughing loudly and throwing the finished cigarette over the edge. You watched it fall, the end glowing a deep orange, and suddenly you felt dizzy. The alcohol hit all at once, and instead of disappearing, you watched as the cigarette got closer, and closer, and closer. The realization didn’t hit you until you heard Sal scream after you, and in an instant, the rushing wind filled your head, you watched as the ground rushed closer to you in your periphery. Your eyes never straying from the falling cigarette, which distinguished on the cold pavement, and then…nothing.

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Heat. The first thing to hit your senses when you began to rouse, was the heat. It was hot enough to make your nostrils burn as you took in slow, confused breaths.

Your throat felt dry…honestly, everything felt dry and aching, like you had just fallen 36 stories and landed head first on the floor you were currently laying on. When you finally decided to start moving and dared to crack open your eyes, you found that there seemed to be no ceiling, no moon, no sun, no stars. You hadn’t the faintest idea whether you were indoors or outside, if it was day or night. The sky was a dusted rose, a perpetual late evening or early morning.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, a gentle wind picked up– hot as well, unfortunately. With a little groan, you managed to get up, before quickly crumbling back to the floor. For whatever reason, the fall had seriously inhibited your ability to balance, or walk- really.

You had no idea where you were going, no idea what to do. When you glanced up from your hands and the smooth marble of the floor, your eyes caught on an opening at the end of the hall. Luckily, it didn’t look to be very far away.

So, with a sigh of personal defeat, you began to crawl. Even that was a struggle, yet you persisted. One hand, one knee, one hand, one knee. One hand-

“Going somewhere, starlight?”

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END PT 1 HCJSJDJ THANKS FOR READING!!!

#lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar the sandman #gwendoline christie #lucifer morningstar x y/n #the sandman #dddne #tw death

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lifeismaxleymaxleyislife · 3 months

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Birds and the Bees

Summery: After walking in on Max and his boyfriend in a less then ideal situation Goofy decides to give his son THE TALK (new and improved edition!)

This fic contains: some explicit material

“Oh Maxie,” Bradley moaned as Max sucked on his neck,probably leaving bright red marks along his skin. But Bradley was too lost in the pleasure to care, allowing himself to be pushed further into the thin blue blanket the two had to rely on at night to keep them warm.

A part of him should be ashamed, he knew. Being aroused while in the room his boyfriend had spent most of his life inside of. He looked to the windows covered by baby blue curtains with patterns of rubber duckies sprawled along, bits of the night sky peeking past the limited fabric.

Max claimed that his father had put them up after he moved out to keep the room from looking too bland and he hadn’t seen them since he was seven, but Bradley had a hard time believing that story.

He wondered what sort of embarrassing story material had unfolded within these walls, stories that Mr.Goof had yet to tell him about. The life Max lived before he ever stepped foot on college campus. Before he ever met him.

He was so close to hearing about that one time Baby Goof tried to build his own personal indoor ramp in his room, but right when he was getting to the good part he was rudely interrupted by a bright-faced Max dragging him outside for a round of horseshoes in the backyard. Bradley had won, of course, and he made a note to wake up early and continue the conversation with Mr.Goof over a cup of coffee.

“Mmmm Max!” Bradley groaned, pulling away from the pleasure when he felt his boyfriend’s lips enclose over a certain spot “I told you nothing above the collar; they won’t heal by the time we get to my parents,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb anyone outside the door.

Max smirked, a smirk Bradley both hated and found irresistible-a smirk that made him want to slap him for looking so smug but also kiss him for looking sexy while doing it. “Well, sorry, I’m kind of working without my guide,” he said, tilting his head towards his maroon shaded sweater topped by a bright blue collared shirt.

Bradley sighed, baring his neck a silent request for Max to continue his previous ministrations but also a threat that he better be careful. They had to be out of the Goof family home and on his parent’s front door step by noon and if sees a single hickey in plain sight, he would personally be serving Maxamillian soup on a silver platter as an appetizer.

The last thing he wanted nor needed was an unwanted comment about his ‘lifestyle’ from a aunt he didn’t even know the name of.

This visit was supposed to be a pit stop for free food and a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep on an actual bed, but somehow dinner stretched all the way until midnight.

Bradley’s hands moved to Max’s tank top, the only piece of clothing he had left aside from his boxers. Max groaned, separating his lips from Bradley’s neck long enough to toss his article of clothing aside, not caring where it landed, before diving back in, this time taking Bradley’s lips into his.

Bradley moaned at the contact, wrapping his arms around Max's broad shoulders, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow them to be. He let one of his arms wander lower, palming the front of his boxers and feeling the way it flattened around his fully erect dick. He groaned into Bradley’s mouth making him smile in satisfaction. He rubbed his hand teasingly up and down before letting his fingers rest at the waistband.

“Come on,” Max mumbled against his lips.

“Be patient, Baby Goof,” Bradly teased “We have all night,” He bit down on his boyfriend’s bottom lip pulling it seductively finally plunging his hand beneath the boxers.

“Maxie! I brought you two more blankets to keep you warm!” Mr.Goof’s voice announced, accompanied by the opening of a door.

“Ow, Shit!” Max cursed after he quickly pulled away from Bradley, his lip still trapped between his teeth. Bradley cringed as he tasted the blood on the tip of his tongue.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t know you two were uh-,” Mr.Goof began “I would have knocked if I knew-”

“Dad, get out!” Max exclaimed, cutting his father off mid sentence or Bradley supposed could be classified as a ramble.

His dad stared at them like a deer caught in headlights for a second before responding, “Right! I’ll just leave these right here for when you need them,” he placed the blanket on Max’s dresser that sat a few feet into the room before turning to exit, pausing in the doorway to look back. “Have fun, now. You two are adults, so it’s safe to say you know about-”

“Dad! Can this please wait until tomorrow?” Max interrupted again.

“Right. see you in the morning!” Mr.Goof said followed by the sound of the wooden door closing shut.

The two of them sat in silence, not knowing what to say until Bradley broke the silence with a chuckle, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“Ugh, this is an instant boner killer,” Max groaned.

“Oh, come on Baby Goof,” Bradley teased, straddling his boyfriend’s hips. “It’s not like he walked in while we were going all the way.”

“I sense an awkward conversation in my future.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that talk is all the way in the future,” Bradley said, moving further down the bed until his face was in front of Max’s now mildly erect cock. “Now, come on I said we had the whole night, didn’t I?”

“What are you- oh,” Max’s question fell on deaf ears as it was drowned out by his own moans.

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“I don’t know what to do, Sylvie,” Goofy said, pacing back and forth in front of their king-sized bed.

“Well, it was bound to happen at some point, dear,” Sylvia replied, not looking up from the book she was currently absorbed in. “I think they both know it was only an accident.”

“But the reaction I had, what if Maxie thinks I don’t support him and his relationship?”

“Hey,” Sylvia called out to him before he could delve deeper into his own thoughts, her emerald green eyes keeping him grounded as she stared at him. “I gave him the talk when he was younger, you know, the birds and the bees. But now he has a boyfriend. Does that make me a bad father for not considering the possibility of it happening? Did I let him go into the world unprepared? Did I-”

Sylvia kissed him gently, their lips meeting briefly before she pulled back. “I know that you love Max and you want to see him happy. You see that Bradly makes him happy, right?” He nodded. “You’re a fantastic father, Goofy, and the fact you are worrying about this only cements the fact. You'll find your own special way to make sure Max knows just how much you care. Now come on,” She held her hand out towards him, “let’s go to bed.”

A smile spread across Goofy’s face, reaching the corners of his eyes as he took her hand in his own. “Thanks Sylvie,” he said, closing the gap between them to plant a peck on her lips before following her to the bed.

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“Morning boys!” Goofy greeted, sliding the last pancake onto its plate. “I made your favorite Maxie chocolate chip pancakes,”

“Thanks, Dad,” Max said, taking his plate along with Bradley and going to sit at the dining room table. Goofy noted the fact that Max didn’t look him in the eyes when he said that.

“It’s now or never,” he told himself.

“Hey Maxie,” he said, ringing his hands together, “can we talk?” His eyes moved to Bradley who was eating through his pancakes as if he hadn’t had a meal in ages. “Outside.”

Max looked over to his boyfriend, who shrugged before going back to eating. “Sure,” he said, before following his father’s lead to the backyard.

They walked in silence for a while before stopping in front of the horseshoe stakes, three stacked atop one another on the particular one they were in front of.

“You see, son, being with someone is like a game of horseshoe,” he started, to which his son groaned.

“Dad, I don’t need the horseshoe lecture anymore. I’m a grown man now,”

Goofy ignored him, continuing with the lecture “You give and you give, stacking onto each other with love.” He threw them at the opposite stake until both of them were even in number.

“And sometimes the love is so much that you want to express it in a different way.” He held up a stake and a horseshoe before quickly dropping the latter narrowly missing it from crushing his foot. “But you know, sometimes it doesn’t have to be a horseshoe you love. Sometimes it can be another stake.” He said, quickly rushing over to the other stake and pulling it up from the ground.

“And just because they seem too similar doesn’t mean they don’t fit together. But they shouldn’t be put together all willy-nilly because just like a horseshoe a stake can have rust and it can hurt the other stake without knowing so it is better to be safe and keep things clean with a wipe or spray, so everything is-”

“Dad,” Max interrupted, head slightly tilted to the left, eyes glued to the two stakes his father was trying to mash together. “What are we talking about right now?”

Goofy sighed, dropping his head low to face the ground. “I’m trying to give you the talk I should have given you all those years ago. The birds and the bees, or the bee and the bee, or bird and the bird, or is it stake and the stake,”

Max chuckled, placing his hand on his father’s shoulders “Dad, look, I appreciate it, but I already know everything I need to know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, well, the internet turned out to be a great tool when I was figuring things out.”

“It should have been me helping you. It’s my job as a father.”

“Well, it’s not like you could have known what I was into or who I would end up with, but I appreciate you for trying,” Max said “it means a lot to me,”

“Aww, Maxie,” Goofy gushed, pulling his son into a hug which he returned, his arms wrapping around his father’s torso.

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Thank you so much to for reading! This is my first time writing fanfiction and I am so happy to be here! I haven't watched the movie in a while so I wrote the personalities the best I could. Please feel free to comment whether positive or constructive.

Till Next Time! Bye!

#maxley #extremely goofy movie #bradley uppercrust iii #bradley x max #fanfic #humor #funny #slightly spicy #new to fandom #fandom #ao3 writer #ao3 #fanfiction

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Met in 2005 and instantly connected

Watched Monaco GP at Charles house with their parents and talked about how they would be happy to see the other be in F1 one day even if they didn't made it but they wanted to be there too.

Dreamed about being in F1 together.

Got into lots of mess together

Were teammates during karting days.

Shared podiums together in karting.

Went on joint family vacations with their families.

They are both each other's biggest cheerleaders on the grid.

Their families are close.

Their families like tweets and posts about each other and them.

Charles lived at Pierre's house when they had races in France and Pierre lived at Charles' home when they had races in Italy.

Pierre's parents checked on Charles after the Spa 2018 crash.

They share the same kind of loss from motorsports. Jules and Antoine.

Comforted each other in the aftermath of the events of SPA 2019.

Pierre told Charles to win the race for Antoine and he did win it.

Went on Basketball date together last year

Pierre told Charles to make sure they have to celebrate in Monaco and Charles asked the same from him.

Wants to do a Le Mans race together

Talked about how they could possibly end up doing some fashion business together after retirement from F1.

Went indoor sky diving together in Dubai.

Went on atleast one vacation every year.

When Pierre was a red bull reserve and Charles a FDA driver they hang out with each other all the time.

Spent nights playing tennis together because they couldn't sleep.

Charles arranged his CL karts for Pierre's birthday last year when he was stucked in Dubai.

Plays videos games together

Shares dishes together- the steak in Cota this year is all we know off.

Have dinners together during race week- Montreal Singapore and COTA are the only ones we are aware off

Share financial advices despite the fact Lorenzo works in fiance

Wants to go sky diving together so much that Pierre is trying to convince Charlotte to allow Charles to go with him.

They have no concept of personal space between them and hold on to each other tightly when there is a physical contact

Charles always ducks his head when talking to Pierre.

Charles said Pierre and he have a special relationship and Pierre is the only driver he can call a friend outsider the track.

Charles is Pierre's best mate on the grid.

Pierre would take Charles in his 5 a side football team even if Charles is shit at it because he is his best mate.

Spent 95% of the drivers parade together before this year and even this year they are always together before the parade.

Have silly nicknames for each other. Calamar Petit Calamardo Charlito Charlo Captain CL, mon petit mon pote are the only ones we know

Pierre invited Charles to his Tulum trip.

Pierre wears Charles merchandise.

They always mention each other in interviews even when the question doesn't involve them.

Charles tried to protect Pierre during the press conference in Monza 2019 when Pierre was absolutely about to lose it.

Pierre's parents consider Charles their own son and have their door always open for him.

Pierre's parents cried when Charles won in spa 2019 and said he made the dream.

Pierre was literally features with Charles in 90% of the ferrari recaps last year and Charles was with Pierre's in Alpha Tauri all access.

They apparently attended a Coldplay concert together

Went driving along the streets of Monaco during Monaco GP in 2018. Charles on his bicycle and Pierre on his scooter.

They call each other beautiful on instagram.

Charles immediately liked tweets and Instagram posts about Pierre moving to Alpine right after they were posted. He was waiting for the announcements.

Charles was excited about all of pierre's podium and race win despite the he Dnfed in two of those races and was beaten by Pierre in the third.

Charles was waiting for Pierre in the parc ferme after Pierre won. And went and grabbed Pierre after Baku podium to congratulate him even before he could get to his team.

Wished each other well and made posts about their F1 signing announcement.

Charles post about his very first race was about how excited he is to race with Pierre.

They want to be teammates again in 8 years (2026)

Pierre affectively calls Charles bastardo

Charles studied Pierre's data and thanked him for it n sakhir 2020to get P4 in qualifying.

Pierre was seen congratulating Charles after his pole in Bahrain this year and chatting in Brazil last year.

Charles made separate posts to congratulations Pierre on his win and podium on his social media. Pierre too shoutout to Charles' wins.

They travelled back together from Bahrain 2019 and got strangers to change seats so that they could sit together.

Have pictures together as kids with their trophies.

Pierre's mother went and congratulated Charles after his pole in Singapore

Charles was seen hugging Pierre's parents in Montreal they even had dinner together because it had been a while since they saw Charles personally.

Charles as a secret santa gifted pierre a recording of both their radio's messages. Charles from his spa win and Pierre's from Brazil podium

They were basically saying the same thing and Pierre said it was not for the first time it happened

This year in the height chart video Pierre was busy teasing Charles about his height even when he wasn't there. Which means it's a running joke between them.

When Charles was gifted a bandana in last year secret santa his first guess was Pierre

In the word association grill the grid video they both took each other names on the word friend.

Pierre would like to get stuck with Charles on an Island because they won't fight and that's important

Charles said in an Canal+ interview with Pierre that he won't let anyone come between the two of them. Nobody but them sets the boundary between them.

Charles did not just rushed to parc ferme to go hug pierre after he won but he was also watching the podium ceremony from below before he got medically cleared.

Charles takes pictures of Pierre while they are gaming because he finds his experience funny.

they go to gym together

they keep asking each other to visit them.

These are the things that I can remember off the top of my head. When your favourite has the same kind of intimacy, lore and familiarity that these two have then you can cry about how unfair Charles saying Pierre is his only friend on the grid is on your favourite driver.

#piarles #stay crying #happy tears or denial tears well that's up to you #piarles lore

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plamsisstuff · 10 months

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Zero gravity dance in an indoor sky diving pod

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andreajep · 1 year

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I made a new alien world in CAW! I've been working on this since last summer. I made the terrain in World Machine and spent hours working on the routing data. My own playtesting had the occasional routing error, but no lag. There are dive lots, ports (but no prebuilt residential houseboats because we know how that goes with sims), and a base camp so you can use this as a vacation world, if you wish.

World Name: Opal Bay, Moon Alpha, Exoplanet Z271

Description: From the mystical bioluminescent glow of the ocean, to the colorful structures of old town, Opal Bay is a sight to behold! Join LlamaCo Realty in developing this exciting new frontier! Will you choose a renovated house in old town as your new domicile? Or will one of LlamaCo's own beautiful prefabs become YOUR forever home? Don't wait another day. Lots are being claimed fast!

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Partially Populated: Includes 5 households, 17 sims

Custom: moon, starfield, weather (sky and water tinting, not Seasons-specific), terrain paints, road textures

Routing: Everything is camera-routable except for the edges of the map. Steep areas, as well as the entire volcano, are sims non-routable.

Spawners: all should be available somewhere in the world, though most "Earth" plant, seed, butterfly, and insect spawners will be indoors. Wildlife will still spawn, depending what packs you have, unless you turn them off.

Custom Content: Jynx's rabbithole rugs Pets-fix version (required and included, in case you don't have them), terrain paints for build mode (included, optional)

Essential Expansions: Late Night, Into the Future, Island Paradise, Showtime, University

For more info on lots, packs used, known issues, etc. see this Google Sheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-eouYdzAJeGaH2KrwUzvh09f7FtxBDxGlXjkbiybQJg/edit?usp=sharing

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#the sims 3 cc #sims 3 cc #sims 3 world #ts3 worlds #ts3 caw #sims 3 caw

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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 2 years

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Prompt! (because i love your exploding snap fic!)

The first exploding snap match after the war is over?

Anon, you inspired another chapter of Love's a Game, Wanna Play

Read Chapter 1 here | Read Chapter 2 here or below

It all became too much.

Going to Hogwarts run by Death Eaters in the midst of a war was hard. Coming home from Hogwarts without a brother was so much worse.

Her family sought comfort from their grief in a variety of ways.

Her dad spent hours at the Ministry, working with Kingsley and a variety of important names that Ginny recognized, but never met. One night when sleep would not overcome her; her mind too loud, her room too warm, her body too tired, she crept down the stairs only to overhear her father and mother’s whispers. Her dad admitted he felt as though it was his fault that all of the muggleborns who entered the Ministry this year were never seen again. That he could have done more to protect them.

It was one of the two times Ginny had seen her father sob. The other was her brother’s funeral.

Her mum went into “Molly Weasley” hyperdrive. Constantly working in the kitchen. The oven was turned on more often than not, fresh breads and treats constantly being pulled out. Charlie and Ginny often were assigned to drop off fresh baked goods at random households because even with all of the Weasley mouths to feed, there still was too much food.

Ginny wished she could say no to her mother when she was asked to deliver more food to another parent who lost their kid in the Battle of Hogwarts. The parents of another dead classmate of hers.

Families would be grateful, invite her in for tea, and share stories of their kids. Ginny choked on her own tears telling Sophie’s family that she held her hand as she died underneath the rubble of the castle, pleading that she just wanted to go home.

Sophie’s last words crept into Ginny’s nightmares most nights and stayed heavy in her heart throughout the day.

Where Percy was loud in his grief, trying to make up for 3 years lost of being a prat, George was somber, staying hidden alone in his room or away at the shop working endlessly to keep his mind numb.

Bill and Charlie were hardly home. Bill and Fleur went back to Shell Cottage at night and would visit throughout the day, and Charlie hated the house more than Ginny did. Always running errands. Counting down the days until he could run back to Romania.

Ron was quiet for the first time in his life. Wordlessly helping everyone with whatever they needed, somehow knowing what a person was going to need before they could ask for it themselves.

Hermione was staying at the Burrow since she could not go home to an empty house without her parents there. Only the first night, Hermione slept in the same room as her. Screams of terror woke Ginny up in the middle of the night coming from the cot on the floor. Ever since then, Hermione snuck upstairs to Ron’s room to sleep.

Ginny never asked what Bellatrix did to her to warrant those screams.

Harry would come into her bedroom at night after Hermione left. His arms wrapped around her tightly, drawing her into his chest. The sound of his heart beating comforted her knowing that he was alive and well. Having Harry close soothed her senses, giving her the peace she craved.

When she didn’t have Harry, she had the sky.

When everything became too much - her thoughts too loud, her skin itching from anxiety, her pulse rapidly increasing, her breath shallow from the suffocating feeling of grief - flying was the thing that could calm her.

Physiologically, it did not make sense. The adrenaline of quick turns and steep dives should have fired her up more, but it made her think straight.

And Merlin, she needed the sky now.

A late-May thunderstorm had brought all of the Weasley’s indoors. The drip of the rain water through a hole in the ceiling that had yet been repaired reminded her all too well of the drip inside a Hogwarts dungeon. Flashbacks of the last year crept out from the mental cage Ginny tried to keep them locked behind.

The kitchen was overwhelming with loud bangs of pots and pans of her mum cooking another feast for too many. Charlie was forced to be home today because they canceled Hogwarts clean up, so he was sulking down in the living room. Not even her own room was free as Hermione had set up all of her Australia research.

She was going to crawl out of her own skin if she could not get space soon.

Fuck it. Ginny thought. Quidditch is flown in shitty weather all the time.

Tightening her hair in a ponytail and grabbing a pair of joggers, she headed to the backdoor.

“You’re going out in this?” A voice from behind her asked.

Ginny whipped around to see Harry sitting on the back porch, dry despite the weather. A small jar of flames sat next to him.

“And you aren’t even of age to cast a warming charm on yourself.”

“Don’t remind me,” Ginny replied.

Harry canted his head to the side, inviting her to join the empty spot next to him on the swinging bench. Ginny sat down next to him, legs pressed against his thigh. Letting Harry take over her already overwhelmed senses.

“Since you can’t play Quidditch right now, do you want to play a different game?” Harry asked.

Ginny gave a slight smile, “I would love that.”

“Accio Exploding Snap cards,” cast Harry.

“Stupid of age wizards,” Ginny scoffed, “Always showing off.”

“The Ministry owes me, I could talk them into letting a certain witch the ability to perform underage magic,” Harry said, catching the deck of cards flying towards them from the back door.

“I am sure Romilda Vane would love that,” Ginny retorted.

Harry snorted but didn’t say anything more. He dealt out the cards from the mixed deck of their respective Christmas presents a year and a half ago. They never got back around to splitting their decks after their game in the Burrow kitchen. Ginny smiled at the memory of them being two carefree teenagers. A memory that felt like a lifetime ago.

“No cheating,” Ginny threatened.

“I would never,” Harry replied.

Ginny gave him a pointed look.

“Again.” Harry corrected, “I would never cheat again.”

Smiling at him, Ginny grabbed her dealt cards and started to organize them by pair. She hadn’t played in over a year, the free time she had at Hogwarts was spent organizing a revolution and trying to survive.

Ginny was pulled away from her thoughts of the days in the Hogwarts castle when Harry pointed his wand at the deck to start the game.

Cards shuffled between them. Ginny laid down the first pair, but Harry quickly responded with his own matching set. Alternating turns, the game was close. Ginny would collect a pair only to be beaten by Harry laying down a set of four.

Frowning at her hand, Ginny drew a card from the deck. The face of a massive black spider stared up at her.

Harry continued laying cards down in front of him, but Ginny could not move. She just stared down at the Acromantula card in her hand.

Memories of detentions in the Forbidden Forest flooded back to the forefront of her mind, her senses overwhelmed with memories. The darkness of the night under a new moon. The sound of the clicks of the spiders chasing her and Neville. Tripping over a root, scuffing her hands and her knees. The fear she felt.

The explosion of her cards in her hand pulled her out of the dark thoughts bouncing around her head.

The feeling of her skin crawling slowly started, traveling up her arms, squeezing around her heart, tightening her throat, and blurring her vision. Unable to stop it, tears began to pool out of her eyes.

“Shit, Ginny.”

Harry shoved the deck of cards on the ground, pulling her into his arms. Sobs wracked her body, shoulders uncontrollably shaking, and her throat burning with tears. Harry pulled the tie out of her hair, letting the red strands cascade down her back. His fingers stroked her scalp as she continued to cry.

“How do you do it?” Ginny choked out between sobs, “How do you keep going on when everything becomes all too much.”

His lips pressed against her hair, breathing in her scent. “It’s not easy,” Harry replied slowly, “But I’ve learned time makes the pain lessen, and having Ron and Hermione, your family,” Harry paused, looking right into her wet eyes, “You. You all helped.”

Ginny gave a watery smile up at him, “You do help me too, you know.”

“I know,” Harry said before leaning in to capture his lips with hers.

Ginny pulled back slightly. “You don’t want to kiss right now, I am sure I have snot and tears all over my face,” She said, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.

Harry chuckled, “It’s very hot.”

“Oh shut up.”

Harry laughed as he pulled Ginny back to him, murmuring against her lips, “I don’t care.”

At that moment Ginny didn’t care either. Not about the snotty kiss or about the fact that she now had a losing record against Harry in Exploding Snap. She was just content that after all the magic and madness, she had Harry to help her through.

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forevrus-in-love · 8 months

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What Are Some Valentine's Day Date Night Ideas?

Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and what better way to celebrate your love than with a night to remember? Let's dive into some easy-to-follow late-night Valentine's Day date ideas that promise to spark your celebration.

1. Romantic Dinner at Home

Setting the Atmosphere

Soft lights, candles flickering, and your favorite love songs playing in the background. Creating a cozy atmosphere is the first step to a perfect late-night Valentine's Day. Illuminate your space with a gentle glow, and don't forget to add a touch of magic with those flickering candles.

Cooking Together

Turn your kitchen into a shared adventure. Pick a recipe that speaks to both of you and let the culinary journey begin. It's not just about the food; it's about the laughter, the teamwork, and the joy of creating something delicious together.

Indoor or Outdoor Picnic

Who says picnics are only for daylight hours? Lay out a comfy blanket indoors or venture outside for a moonlit dinner. Pack your partner's favorite snacks, and under the stars, enjoy a romantic evening that feels simple and extraordinary.

2. Outdoor Adventure

Stargazing

Escape the city hustle and bustle for a quiet spot where the stars take center stage. Lay back, hold hands, and let the night sky be the backdrop to your intimate conversations. See if you can spot constellations and, who knows, maybe catch a glimpse of a shooting star.

Sunset Hike or Walk

For a mix of romance and adventure, explore a scenic trail or park as the sun dips below the horizon. Pack a small picnic to savor during your journey, turning your late afternoon into an enchanting experience.

Hot Air Balloon Ride

Take your love to new heights with a hot air balloon ride. Feel the thrill of floating in the sky, surrounded by breathtaking views. Share a toast mid-air, making this Valentine's Day an unforgettable high point in your relationship.

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3. Creative Activities

Paint and Sip Night

Discover your inner artist with a paint-and-sip night at home. Create a painting station, follow a tutorial, or let your creativity run wild. Sip on your favorite beverages, and revel in the joy of crafting a masterpiece together.

DIY Craft Night

Unleash your creativity with a DIY night. Choose a project that interests you, whether personalized gifts or unique home decor. Crafting together isn't just about the result; it's about the journey and the shared memories you create along the way.

Couples' Massage Night

Transform your living space into a serene spa for a night of relaxation. Take turns giving each other massages, using scented oils and soothing music to enhance the experience. It's a simple yet intimate activity that fosters a deeper connection.

4. Movie Marathon

Personalized Film Selection

Craft a movie lineup that holds sentimental value for both of you. Whether revisiting old favorites or discovering new ones, a personalized film selection adds a personal touch to your late-night movie marathon.

Snack Buffet

Elevate your movie night with a variety of snacks and treats. From classic popcorn to homemade goodies, create a snack buffet to indulge in while immersing yourselves in the movie marathon. Set up a cozy movie-watching space with blankets and pillows for added comfort.

Share Thoughts and Memories

Between movies, take a moment to discuss favorite scenes or reminisce about shared memories related to the films. These reflections deepen your connection, making the movie marathon more than just a passive activity.

Conclusion

As Valentine's Day approaches, consider these late night date ideas to create an extraordinary celebration of love. Whether you choose a romantic dinner, an outdoor adventure, creative activities, or a movie marathon, the key is to focus on quality time and shared experiences. Make this Valentine's Day unforgettable by embracing the simplicity and beauty of creating lasting memories with your significant other.

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awkwardgtace · 2 years

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First Time Indoors

ok @da3dm here's that first prompt/request you sent in. It got long so I wanted to do it's own post gonna link this in the ask too <3

Alessia lives on her own in the woods, but resources are getting scarce. She decides to head towards a human home, but a storm rolls in giving her some bad luck

tw: death, fear of death, sickness, trapped, uhh i gave alessia a sad backstory

First Time Indoors

Alessia had started to struggle finding good food near her home. Despite her own annoyance at it, she had to travel farther away. Closer to humans. She spent the last few weeks gathering everything she’d need for a trip across most of the forest. Packing the little bits of food she had, mostly edible herbs and plants. It helped that a human had started passing through lately. They mentioned something about a drought or a dry spell. She didn’t entirely understand, but it meant there was no rain. No rain meant everything lined up perfectly for her to travel to the closest human house.

She lifted her bag over her shoulder and started her trip. The human scared off a lot of the more dangerous animals. They had heavy steps that made them nervous to stay nearby the usual path. She could leisurely walk along the forest floor, just taking in the bright sun above her. No human would notice her with the cloak she had on. It blended well with the grass and tree roots.

Her walk was taking more of the day than she expected. The sun was high in the sky before a human home was in view. It started to feel like a waste, she only packed enough food for one day. Tremors on the ground had her diving into nearby roots. She tried to peek out of her hiding place as the tremors came closer. She recognized the rhythm, a human was walking nearby.

The tremors started to grow too severe for her to keep her balance. She had to steady herself against the root. A human man came closer, bringing the tremors with him. She ducked down hoping those green eyes didn’t see her. She had seen this human sometimes, she didn’t like him. He was too observant. Noticing her moving when others ignored her. She’d felt those intense eyes on her too often.

Once the man was finally past her she made a run for it. She couldn’t abandon her goal to at least reach the human house today. That goal didn’t involve that white haired human either. She ran steadily from tree to tree. A bad feeling started to rest itself in her chest. The amount of time passing didn’t match how dark the world was getting.

The tremors of the human man started to approach again. She spared a look up towards the sky, expecting to find his eyes locked on her. The world felt like it stopped when she found dark clouds hovering overhead. The tremors grew stronger, but she didn’t care.

There was a storm, a bad storm, on its way. There was no way she’d get back home in time. There was no shelter nearby that could save her if the water caused a flood. The human’s tremoring steps grew closer and faster. She didn’t have a choice. She started to run along the path she knew the human would take.

The tremors were becoming mini earthquakes. She’d been in a real one once, it was just as bad as human steps. Maybe worse. Alessia pushed the thought away as the boom of a step landed behind her. She took deep breaths waiting for the gigantic foot to take the next step and land next to her. As soon as it did she turned towards it. She put all her strength into her legs. She had to make it before the human took another step.

The foot was starting to lift while she was too far. Alessia begged for her legs to move faster. Just before the lace of the shoe was out of reach she jumped. Her heart was racing. She barely managed to grab the plastic at the end of the string. She tried to dig her hands into it, but the plastic was too hard. She bit her tongue to hold in her scream as the human completed his step.

Alessia nearly fell as the foot hit the ground. Her body slammed against the side of the shoe, knocking the wind out of her. She started to lose her grip, but the grumble above her followed by the heavy droplets of rain spurred her on. She put all the strength she could into her arms and heaved herself up. She dug her fingers into the strange fabric of the string on the shoe. It filled her with relief she never could have expected.

She didn’t let herself relax. She kept climbing until she managed to wrap the loose part of the lace back into the tight parts pressed against the human’s foot. She managed to settle herself just in time. The human’s steps grew faster. If she hadn’t tied herself down she would be thrown hard enough she probably wouldn’t survive. She had to stay focused, just worry about getting out of the rain.

The steps kept moving consistently. She had to fix how she tied herself a few times, but it didn’t take long for the human house she’d seen in the distance to tower over her. The human slowed as he started up a few platforms to a gigantic door. He paused which gave her the time she needed to free herself. She slid off the foot and backed up to hide behind him. She had to hope the human didn’t look around. The idea of his hands wrapping around her made her shiver.

“There wasn’t supposed to be rain for a few more days,” the human grumbled. Alessia stared up at him as he kept digging in his pockets for something. She wanted the door to open so she could find a place to hide. He pulled something out of his pocket and pressed it into the door. “Finally.”

As soon as the door twitched she ran ahead. She looked up, making sure the human hadn’t started watching for her. His eyes were locked forward. The door opened enough she could squeeze through, and she took the chance. She ran along the edge of the room until she was under something. She would wait until he moved further into the house then find a place to set up for now.

The human stomped inside knocking her off her feet. She curled up in the shadow desperate for the human not to search for her. There was a chance he’d noticed her and she’d be found. Another tremor inducing impact made her look towards the human. It was him sitting on the ground she felt this time. She swore the human would hear her beating heart as he played with the strings on his feet.

She watched him pull one shoe off, tossing it towards the door. The other he spent longer on. He brought his other hand to fiddle with the string too. She heard him make an annoyed noise before leaning back. He forced the shoe off his foot leaving the strings tied. It joined the match next to the closed door.

The human grumbled, Alessia only made out something about a knot. He groaned as he climbed to his feet again. He walked off into the house leaving her alone. She curled up into a ball as she realized she was trapped in a human house. Logically her focus should be securing necessities. Proper shelter, food, water, warmth. She hadn’t realized before just how much rain had hit her. The adrenaline rush she gained from her desperate survival attempt was gone. Her body felt heavy, the lack of real food hit her too. She was too tired to move, a bit of sleep would be fine for now.

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Alessia woke up a much longer time later than she wanted. She was shivering and couldn’t think clearly. It only took a few minutes for tremors to reach her and remind her where she was. A human’s house with the human she’d seen a few times. The one who was taller than the ones she saw in the warmest weather and always came close to finding her. The tremors passed by, never getting as close as when she’d reached the home. She had to do something to get home.

Slowly, Alessia pushed herself to her feet. Her head was pounding and her stomach empty. She pulled her pack off her back and set it in front of her. The climbing gear was fine, but the food ruined. All of it soaked and turned to mush. It was the issue she’d been having with the dried plants. They just didn’t survive most types of weather. With a heavy sigh she decided to abandon her pack, it would only slow her down with the heavy mush. Making a new one wouldn’t be too hard once she got home.

It took more time than she was used to, but she managed to wrap her climbing line around her waist. Her hands were shaking no matter how slow she went. It was just fear. She had to get out of the human house and get home. Once home she’d eat and get some water, then she’d be back to normal. This whole trip would become another bad memory. She took a few steadying breaths before finally taking the chance to explore.

There were plenty of places to hide as she walked along. Tremors of footsteps reached her now and then, but she didn’t see any humans. Something smelled amazing, she let that direct where she went. She was starting to stray from the edges of the walls to find the good smell. The human’s voice was a low and almost soothing sound as she moved. She was starting to understand why some of her kind enjoyed living around these giant beings.

The tremors grew stronger and knocked her out of her daze. The human was walking around a brightly lit room. The good smell came from something in there. The human took steps near her, she couldn’t hold herself steady this time. He wasn’t paying any attention to her and that was all she needed. She ran underneath the closest object, pushing away the thoughts of how his ignorance could kill her. This room had food and she would get something to eat then find her way home. Assuming the storm was done, she hadn’t heard any rain since she woke up.

The human walked away. Alessia kept watching him move around. Something about his movements felt different from other humans. Usually they were always careless, just stomping around blindly. This one almost seemed soft. He stopped in front of a high human thing that reached his waist and moved some fabric that hung on the wall there. She gasped when she saw a blue sky appear.

The human moved something and she could smell the air from outside. She stumbled toward it, with a sky like that she could get home. The human turned away from the opening. Alessia knew she should wait, but there was no guarantee the human would leave her opening available long. She waited a few seconds for the human to turn again. Luck was taking her side as he focused on some big metallic thing.

Alessia ran forward, panting a bit as she reached an out of sight edge. She didn’t run out of stamina that quickly usually. She forced the thought away, that was something for later. For when she was safe. She pulled her climbing hook free. It took her a few attempts to start spinning it properly, the thing felt heavier than normal. She missed her first attempt to catch it on the high surface above her, and her second… and her third. If the fourth didn’t land she would have to find another way up. Thankfully it did, she tugged the string with all her strength, relieved it was caught.

Before climbing she looked at the human. She didn’t see his face, but his posture was tense. It made her shiver, that wasn’t something she wanted to understand. She started her climb up towards her exit. It was slow going, her hands still shook a bit as she moved. Her body felt heavy too. It took everything in her to even reach the top. She had to catch her breath once she was there.

Dread started to worm its way into Alessia’s heart. She’d slept until the next day at least. Her hands were shaking and she struggled to do things. Sick… She was sick. She thought she just needed some water and food, but this was worse. She had no one to help her anymore. She had to at least make it home, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to increase her chances of survival in a human home.

Her mind cleared a bit with her realization. She didn’t bother curling up the string from her hook, dragging it behind her as she moved. Her best hope was to move before the human found a reason to. From the side of some weird metal thing filled with water she could reach her exit. Fear and dread gave her the energy she was lacking to spin the climbing hook in her hand before throwing it up to the exit. It caught on the edge on her first try. One tug was all it took before she started climbing.

“Salt!” the human exclaimed.

Alessia tried to climb as fast as she could. The burst of energy was already fading. It didn’t matter that the human might not look at her, he could find her. She made it to the top almost unable to stay standing. She turned back to face the human, hoping to see him still not looking her way.

Instead she met those intense eyes locked onto her form. The human’s face looked stern as they stared at each other. She took a few steps back, but the human didn’t seem to like that. He started to approach her, but she wasn’t getting grabbed now. Not when she was so close. Alessia stumbled back, her foot meeting open air. The hook was still secured, her string was more than long enough to get her down from a height like this. She took a step further back and let herself fall from the window.

“Wait!” the human roared.

Her ears were ringing from the sound. Humans were bad, she’d seen what they could do. She wasn’t about to wait for one like this. Not one who had a glare that burned her every time it rested on her near her home. She grabbed her rope to slow her descent, except the fear didn’t give her strength this time. She couldn’t slow herself well enough, landing hard on something much higher than the ground. It wasn’t hard enough to break anything, she’d be able to move soon.

At least she thought she would, but her whole body was in pain. Her vision was swimming and the sky started to look dark. It might have been the wrong time to run, she always forgot that the worst storms had a calm during them. Her parents had always tried to drill that into her mind. The darkness was coating the sky, she’d drown now or get too sick to make it home.

Heavy steps somehow reached her from where she was. It wasn’t the ground, but it probably wasn’t insulated like the tree or that opening in the house. She felt tears sliding down her face as the tremors grew worse. The darkness around her grew deeper when the human’s shadow cast over her. Even like this she could make out his glare and stern face. He was going to kill her for intruding. She should have just risked the flood and stayed where she was in the forest. It was better than a human crushing her.

A scream worked its way from her throat when hands came near her. In her imagination they paused, as if she could make a human stop. They eventually surrounded her, all the fingers were taller than her. She tried to say something, old threats her parents said could work. All that came out was a whimper.

The fingers were gentle as they lifted her from whatever she landed on. It made her cry more as she thought about how much pain these digits would cause later. The human’s voice rumbled around her in a soothing way again. She wasn’t hearing wrong earlier, he wasn’t saying words just making a noise. It was nice… which made this worse. She couldn’t even get her body to curl up.

She made a noise of fear as a raindrop landed near her. The human’s gaze stayed fierce as he covered her with his other hand. She was trapped in darkness and forced to listen to the human’s voice as he moved. It was terrifying to be carried like this, the last thing she ever wanted. Humans carrying people off is how she wound up alone. Now she’d face the same fate.

“We’ll get you taken care of, little one,” the human mumbled. She tried to scoff. She’d be taken care of, just like her parents always told her. She hoped she got lucky and this one would kill her, she didn’t want to see the fates her parents refused to talk about. Her body decided to give in at that moment. Warmth surrounding her along with the comforting rumble. She closed her eyes with a faint wish for it to be the last time.

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The next time Alessia woke up she was warm. Warmer than she’d ever been before. The only time she’d come close to being this warm was in the summer when her parents were around. Her body was still heavy and in pain, but she kind of liked this. It had to be a dream after the human killed her. The thing she was on was too soft for a human to give her.

“So I should dilute it in water?” the human’s voice echoed above her. “It’s a small bird, I’m positive it’s too warm. All right, thanks. I’ll let you know once I put it back outside. It just fell onto the compost bin.”

Alessia chanced opening her eyes. The human was hovering over her. That glare she didn’t want to see was focused on something near her. He had one hand holding a strange box to his head, the other hovered over a giant cup. She watched a drop of some weird colored liquid fall from something he held into the cup.

The human sighed pulling her attention back to his face. He looked angry. The clack of him putting the thing with a strange liquid down made her jump. He picked up a spoon and dipped it in the giant glass stirring the water inside. She didn’t want to know what he was planning with that. The strange box he’d had next to his face hit the table next to her making her squeak.

“Oh,” the human whispered. He leaned closer, his breath washed over her. It smelled like some of the herbs she collected sometimes. She wanted to run from his gaze, it was too intense. “I’m glad you’re awake. I need you to drink some of this water, ok? It should help you feel better.”

She pressed herself deeper into the soft thing. She didn’t trust the liquid. The human pulled the spoon out, getting just a little water on it. He held it out to her, she could smell something strange about it. She didn’t like the smell. Alessia scrunched her face up and tried to pull herself away from it. His other hand surrounded her, keeping her still.

“I promise once you’ve had this I’ll give you something that tastes a lot better, we need to take care of your fever,” he said. She wanted to hide from him. That gaze was too observant just like when he sat near her home. “Please…”

The spoon wasn’t leaving her vision. The fingers behind her kept her trapped. She accepted her fate and climbed to a sitting position. Once she was up mostly straight she leaned forward and sipped some of the strange mixture. She didn’t like that it looked like water, plus the taste was horrible. She coughed as it made its way down her throat. The deep chuckle from the human didn’t help her feel better.

“I hate the taste too, I’ll be right back,” he said.

She grimaced there wasn’t much of an option for her. She didn’t have her gear to climb, even if the human realized that’s what it was he wouldn’t give it to her. This was probably some weird poison that would give him a fun show of her death. At least that was better than having to be awake while he crushed her. Titanic steps rocked the surface she was on as the human returned to her.

He sat down in front of her again. The impact made her heart pound. He set a heavy dish down on the surface she was on. Her mind went blank, protecting her from any thoughts about what he could be planning. He had a new spoon, the one he made her drink from before was resting in the cup. He dipped the new one in the dish he brought. He pulled the spoon out, in seconds it hovered in front of her again.

The good smell from earlier wafted from the red liquid. She wanted to refuse it, but her empty stomach decided to remind her that she needed food. Accepting that the human would toy with her no matter what she leaned forward. At first she just tried to sip some of it, but the taste on her tongue was amazing. She couldn’t remember ever eating something that tasted this good.

“Slow down,” the human chuckled. Her cheeks reddened, but she listened to the deep voice. “I guess I was wrong about it needing salt after all.”

Alessia stopped then. She didn’t know what salt was, but she hated it. She was captured because he wanted it. She stared up at him, his face looked sort of soft for once. It became stern when he noticed she’d stopped eating. He pulled the spoon away, leaving it in the massive dish beside her.

The human sat back, it was the first time she realized he had been hunched over her. She looked around, they weren’t in the bright room anymore. There were openings like the one she’d tried to escape from. This time there was no smell of the outside, something kept her trapped despite seeing the sky clearly. It didn’t matter with the heavy rain blasting against the invisible barriers.

“Alright, I guess you should get some more sleep,” he said. The human stretched and stood up to walk off. She knew she was trapped, even if her body would listen there was nothing she could do to escape. “I’m Vitus, just let me know if you need anything.”

Alessia watched him walk around. He went all over the room, grabbing things as he moved. Each one was so much bigger than her. It felt like he was making a point to show how little freedom she’d have. Another squeak escaped her when he sat down again. His face darkened, but she decided to hide. She didn’t want to see what that dark look would turn into. She quickly buried herself in the warm soft surface. She heard another sigh from where he’d settled.

She wanted to stay awake and learn what he was planning. Once she knew she could start figuring out her escape. Although a part of her liked the warmth. The strange food was good too. Her eyes started to get heavy, fighting it wasn’t working. Her thoughts centered on the human poisoning her. She could actually never wake up again. Tears slipped out as her mind drifted to sleep, she didn’t want to die without knowing it.

“Wake up, little one,” the deep voice rumbled. She groaned, but something prodded her. She tried to slap it away, but her body was too heavy. She just wanted to sleep. “You need to drink some water, then you can go back to sleep.”

Alessia just made a few noises. It was hard to move her mouth. Light flooded her vision. She groaned as she blinked away the blindness it caused. The human’s face was above her. No matter how much she wanted it to be a dream this was real. The human actually looked relieved when she met his eyes. His hand came near her again, she was more alert and flinched from the approach. Another sigh blew past her.

“Am I really that scary?” he muttered.

She didn’t bother trying to answer, just looked away from him. He brought a spoon with water in it near her. He still kept his hand close, but didn’t try to grab her. As much as she wanted to be difficult, her throat had started to hurt. She pushed herself up enough to manage to scoop some water into her hand. She took a careful taste, relieved when it tasted almost like the water she knew.

“There’s no medicine this time, just plain water,” he whispered. She glared at him, but the quick movement made her head spin. She decided to focus on the water instead. It was colder than she was used to, but it felt good. “Can you talk?”

She choked on the water. A finger rubbed against her back, but she jolted forward. It made her feel nauseous. She didn’t want to get into this. She didn’t answer, the finger came a bit closer. Alessia couldn’t remember what she’d been told. If it was better to hide that she could talk or if she should try and reason with the cruel giants.

Another heavy sigh. He brought his face close to her. He tilted it as he tried to get a better look at her. His eyes were still too intense. The look drove her insane. Her body was heavy, but she managed to push herself back. It didn’t make much of a difference when he was this big. He sat back with a groan, stretching his back out. It made all of this feel worse.

“You look human,” he mumbled. “At the very least you probably need something better to wear. I could call Felix…”

“N-No!” she shouted. The second the word escaped she regretted it. The human’s eyes were wide as he looked over her. New tears fell, she should have just let him show her off. It would be better than seeing what he had planned after learning she could talk. His stern face almost looked soft.

“I won’t call anyone if you don’t want me to. No one else is going to show up here either, you’re safe.” She didn’t believe the words. Humans lied. Humans that looked nice were cruel, ones that looked cruel could only be worse. “Could you tell me your name? Maybe how you’re feeling? Did anything break when you fell?”

One word was all he got. She wasn’t going to use his name and he would rename her anyway. If he kept her. Her mind shouted the words at her. He said something about releasing the bird he found, maybe she was the bird. The human let out another deep sigh that washed over her. He sat up straight and leaned back while staring at the roof.

“The rain is supposed to last for a few days,” he said. She grimaced. “You felt pretty warm when I picked you up this morning. It’s probably best if you at least rest until it’s over.”

Alessia grabbed at the fabric around her. It was still warm, she couldn’t understand how it stayed so warm. She tried to push herself out of it. The human’s hands surrounded her in an instant. She froze, waiting for those fingers to close in around her. They didn’t, she was left with enough space to climb out, but she didn’t try, not after he reacted so quickly. He hadn’t even been looking at her.

“Don’t push yourself,” he whispered. She slowly looked up at the human. He had that same stern look. The intensity of his stare seemed to grow. Alessia gave up, falling down as she let her arms give out. Those massive fingers caught her, guiding her to the softer surface rather than letting her fall. She glared up at the green eyes. She hoped her own intensity matched his.

There were a few minutes of her just glaring at the human. She kept it up even when he pulled his fingers away. His own gaze somehow grew more intense. Alessia kept trying to think of ways to get away. This human was too observant, he was going to notice too much. Her body still felt heavy and the aches had only dwindled. Even if she ran, the storm was raging against those invisible barriers. She closed her eyes, curling up on her side as she finally accepted her fate. She was trapped until the sky cleared, she just had to survive until then.

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The next couple of days were a blur for Alessia. She tried to sleep instead of risking the human trying to interact with her. It didn’t do much to stop him. He’d wake her up to give her normal water and that water with a sickening smell that made her cough. He gave her the red liquid food a few more times too. She hated relying on him. If he forgot or got bored she’d starve.

Of course it didn’t seem like the human would forget about her. He sat next to where he placed her constantly. He’d ask her questions all the time. How old she was, if she wanted his help to get home, how she felt, if the food tasted good. Endless questions. She knew once she spoke he’d just try to get information on other borrowers. She knew that she wouldn’t take that risk.

It wasn’t always questions from him though. Sometimes he made that same noise she’d heard when she tried to escape. It annoyed her how soothing it was. Other times he just said a bunch of words as he held one of those paper binded things. She never did learn the word for that. There were a lot of things she didn’t know the name of. It made his talking worse, she couldn’t follow a lot of what he said.

It seemed like weeks before she woke up with her body feeling normal. Better than normal actually. The aches were gone and she had more energy than she could remember ever having. She looked around for the human, almost screaming at his sleeping face nearby. It felt strange, the stern look was gone. He looked kind while he slept. Alessia shook off her curiosity, she had to run.

She followed the human’s shoulder to find his arm wrapped around the area she was in. His body kept her trapped on the surface, the only escape would include climbing over him. Accepting the situation with a heavy heart, she decided to wander the large space he left her. There had to be something to help her get out, at least to get water on her own. Her stomach grumbled reminding her the human hadn’t fed her in a while.

Looking for distractions she approached the arm blocking her in. She’d never been this close to a human, his arm was so much taller than her. She followed it like she would a trail of water, almost tripping over two things he’d left out. Water in one, food in the other. Her empty stomach and parched throat begged her to take from them. She wasn’t risking that. The human could have put something in it to punish her for walking around.

Forcing her eyes away from the dishes she looked at the human face. As long as she’s been alone she’s been strong and confident. She could keep that going when being near the massive head of a human. Moving her legs stiffly Alessia marched forward, stopping near enough she could touch his skin. At this distance she saw the bits of hair on his face. She looked around and saw something she didn’t expect. Her hook.

Carefully Alessia approached it. He wasn’t hiding it from her, it was out in the open. After each step she looked back at the sleeping face expecting that glare to meet her. That he’d see her going for the only thing she could use to escape. The only object she had brought on her trip that could be used for defense. She swallowed her anxiety as she took the last few steps to stand before it.

Reaching out with a shaky hand she pulled her hook close. She flipped it to grab the string that should be attached. Her mind froze when she met something thinner. It wasn’t the string she’d made with her parents. It was something else, something she’d never seen before. She needed that string, it was all she had of their time together.

Turning to face the human she tried to think of how to demand it. Her mind wasn’t cooperating. She just had the last time she saw her parents playing on repeat. After all these years she never cried, never let herself fall apart. Now she was here, trapped, and the only thing left from them was gone. Tears slipped out followed by a loud and painful wail.

Alessia fell to her knees as she wailed. Everything was over, it didn’t matter how strong she could be anymore. The pain of her mistakes, her loneliness, and the truth of her future coalesced. She wouldn’t ever get home, she wouldn’t have anything to remind her of her parents. She wouldn’t climb the trees at night, holding the string they wove to her chest as she watched the stars. She wouldn’t watch humans, keeping an eye out for the one who left her behind that day. She’d be trapped.

The human sucked in a sharp breath. A part of her knew she should be afraid, she should run. Her overabundant pain kept her still. The intense gaze locked onto her, but she didn’t care. Large, warm fingers wrapped around her. The grip would grow harsh to silence her. The pain didn’t come, instead she was lifted from the table. The hold on her shifted just a bit before she was pressed against a broad chest. The thumping beneath her made everything worse.

One of those daunting fingers pressed against her back. A slow rhythmic movement was started. She hated it, but desperately needed it at the same time. The human didn’t make a noise as she continued her painful wails. It finally simmered to sobs as she felt the bits of anger bleed back in. Anger at humans fueled her for so long, she needed it now more than ever.

“I hate you!” she shouted. With all her strength Alessia pummeled the firm chest in front of her. The human hummed, the only noise from him since he’d woken up.

“That’s fine, I’d probably hate me if I were you,” he whispered. That only made her angrier. Empathy to trick her wouldn’t work. Humans would never understand. She squeezed her eyes shut. The image of fear on the faces of her parents when the human back then had first seen them. When they stared back at her as hands closed around them.

“You’re a monster!” The pleas to be let go. The heavy steps as they were carried away. The tears she shed, knowing that the human had found them because they saw her. Knowing her curiosity about humans did that. Knowing her parents were captured because they protected her.

“I suppose I am.” The calm way he spoke only made it worse. She heard the screams when that human silenced her parents. Never knowing if they survived that motion, if they made it where that human was taking them. Her attempts to attack the broad chest started to slow. Her tears came faster.

“Give it back!” Her voice cracked. The pride when they finished weaving the string. The smiles as she used it to climb up to where she’d usually watched humans. Sliding down when large eyes met her own. Her mother covering her with the cloak she always wore. “Give it back… It’s all I have.”

Her arms fell to her sides. She almost missed how her hands brushed the cloak. He didn’t take that. She put all the energy she could into glaring at the human above her, but he was staring at her. Brows furrowed even with the finger still gently rubbing her back. The face softened and the finger pulled away. He pressed her firmly into his chest, it was almost nice. It almost made her feel safe.

The moment of safety died as her stomach dropped. The human was moving, she could hear the fabric shifting. Each small motion felt like too much. She gripped the cloth. The human made a soft groan that rumbled through her. She didn’t know what he was doing. Hopefully he was throwing her away, then she could go home.

The first steps he took shot through her. It made her shout. The palm pressed against her a bit more firmly, the steps after were softer. She could hear him moving things. She wanted to yell at him to just let her go, but it didn’t matter. No one was waiting for her. No one would miss her.

The steps happened again, her stomach dropped when his height shifted. At least she thought that’s what happened. The fingers wormed between her and the broad chest, pulling her away from the cloth she’d held tightly. She wasn’t kept in the air long, set back on the table she’d been on for days. She stumbled to her feet trying to glare at the human.

“It had been cut when you jumped out the window,” he whispered. She couldn’t help mouthing the word, she had never heard it before. “I took it off you and that hook so I could set it out to dry.”

She stared with wide eyes when he brought his hand close. Hanging from his fingers, almost how she remembered it, was the string. The rope she wove with her parents. He didn’t make her walk towards it, bring it to rest right in front of her. She grabbed it and held it close, relieved that all she had left was still there. She didn’t lose her last link.

“I tried to fix it, there’s some sharp edges on the windowsill that cut the string when you were falling,” he said. She didn’t particularly love how much sense that made. She’d been unable to slow her descent back then. Even weak from fear it shouldn’t have been that bad. The human’s laugh rumbled around her. “I don’t think I did a good job, my fingers were too big.”

Alessia slid her hands over the woven string. She found where it had torn, the messy fix the human did. It shocked her how well done it was. She stared up at him, seeing him for what felt like the first time. He had a soft look in his eyes as he watched her. Knowing what she knew, the face wasn’t one she could trust. She almost wanted to.

“Why…” she said. The deep breath he took was enough to pull her forward. His massive fingers caught her before she fell to her knees.

“I didn’t want the threa-” he started.

“Why haven’t you killed me?” It shocked her that she could even cut him off. He stared at her, she tried to keep standing strong as his brows furrowed.

“Why would I?” Somehow that comment only made her angry. She hugged the woven string tighter and stomped her foot.

“That’s what humans do! You take us and control us until you kill us! We’re lucky if you keep us alive for a little while! Use those giant hands to crush me already! Just kill me like that human did my parents!”

Tears rolled down her face as she said it. All this time she kept thinking that they might have survived. That awful crunch when their screams stopped. Watching them fall from the human’s hands as she followed. Seeing empty eyes once the humans were gone. She could pretend until now, until she had to face a human on her own. A human who wasn’t killing her.

His hand surrounded her and a sick hope popped into her chest. She didn’t want to die, but maybe he’d pity her. Not leave her alone. The fingers curled in surrounding her. She closed her eyes, trying to accept the outcome. Except the fingers weren’t hurting. There was a gentle squeeze, but the pressure was just kind. None of what she expected.

“That’s awful, it never should have happened. No one should do that to-” he tried.

“To something useful right?!” she shouted. The fingers squeezed her again. She sucked in a breath, but pain still didn’t consume her.

“No one should do that to another person.”

“I’m not a human.” The human loosened his grip. She should have let him think he tricked her. “You can’t trick me.”

His hand was pulled mostly away from her. Alessia tried not to scream when the massive face loomed closer. The intensity of his eyes made her want to run. His hand came close and tapped her head lightly. The looming figure was gone quickly. She stared up at the man who looked deep in thought. He let out a hum that made her shudder.

“You do look a bit more avian than we do,” he said. She whispered the word to herself, this one she had no idea what it could even mean. The window thing was the exit, but this one… “Your hair feels strange too.”

Alessia forced herself to stand straight. She would deal with what the human did. If she dies she wouldn’t die begging. She would be silent. He wouldn’t get to have fun with her.

“Well… I can’t see a thing that makes you not a person.”

“W-what?” she breathed. The human smiled at her. “I-I’m not a human! I’m…”

“A person doesn’t have to be human.” He leaned closer again. “Are you all on your own?”

“...yes.” She knew telling a human there was no one else would make it worse. Her parents answered yes too. The fingers surrounded her again. She held her breath, but for the first time she didn’t expect pain. The kindness she felt in the soft squeeze didn’t match humans.

“I see…” The fresh smelling breath wafted over her. “I can help you get home, or you can leave on your own. There is another option though.”

Her eyes snapped open as she stared at the human. It was the first time she wanted to use his name. She couldn’t remember it, she didn’t even try to. Asking would only make things worse for her future. This mystery third option would be what she had to take. He’d offer to keep her and she’d try to go home, but the human would stop being kind.

“You could stay here, although I’m only here for a few months now and then. I’m sure you’d be able to take care of yourself on your own. I could bring you back to my home. I do have a wife and son, you could hide from them if you wanted. They wouldn’t hurt you, they’d be kind to you,” he said. Alessia deflated. It was like she thought. Humans aren’t kind. He wanted to keep her.

“So you’re keeping me,” she whispered. The hand pulled back. She watched as the massive being pushed himself away from her. His heavy steps rumbled through the table he’d left her on as he walked. She hugged the woven string to herself. The human stopped far from her, she wasn’t stupid enough to try and escape.

“No, you just have options.” She watched him raise his arms. She couldn’t see what he did, but some strange sound came from in front of him. He stepped back, turning to his side. Alessia gasped when she saw the invisible barrier had moved. The human walked again, stopping near her. “I’ll go to the living room, just come find me if you need me.”

Alessia stared at the human as he walked away. The door she assumed would shut was left open and she was alone. The options were real… She had them and could pick any. She could just stay here, it would be safer. No worrying about a storm destroying her home. She wouldn’t be stuck just eating herbs all the time. She might even get more of that warm red food.

He was still a human, how trustworthy could he be? What if his family hated her or wanted to control her? She hugged the string with all her strength, staring at the one he’d given her. It was thinner, probably stronger. Could she trust a human with her life?

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Vitus sat down on his couch with a small groan. He didn’t expect any of this to happen. He hadn’t done any of the work he planned to do this time around. All his focus was on the tiny person he found. A heavy sigh escaped him as he flexed his own hand. He hoped she would stay, but hearing what she’d been through those hopes were low.

He brought one leg up, resting his ankle on his knee. He didn’t want to be tapping his foot on the ground until he felt sure she’d left. The little woman looked younger than Felix. The time she must have spent alone terrified him. As an attempt to force his mind to stop, he reached for a book left out. Dabria had left it during the last time they all came out here.

He kept one hand on his lap with the book in the other. He kept moving the foot hanging over his ankle like he was tapping it. This was a better fidget than anything. The time he should let her be was hard to guess. He didn’t want to make her think he was going after her. The words on the page blurred together, there was no distracting himself. He leaned back his head to stare at the ceiling.

Vitus closed his eyes and just tried to let his mind go empty. The image of the young woman crying in his hand stayed at the forefront of his mind. He didn’t want to make her go back to what sounded like solitude. She must live somewhere nearby, he could try to find her after. That would probably just scare her more. There had to be some way he could help.

“M-Mr. Human!” a soft voice called. He jumped up searching out the source of the voice. “I-I’m here!”

Vitus followed the call to his foot. He didn’t even feel her through the thick fabric of his socks and pants. He didn’t move, leaning forward seemed like it might lead her to fall. She didn’t need to be hurt again now that the storm ended. He tried to offer her a soft smile, but the tense way she stood told him more than enough.

“Just Vitus is fine,” he whispered. She jumped, but just nodded at him.

“Ok V-Vitus. If I chose to stay around you… would you take me back home first? To my home?” He decided to lean forward then, wrapping a hand around her protectively. Once he was sitting straight, he moved to have his palm open and flat next to her.

“I’ll take you if you don’t want to stay too.” She stared at his palm for a few seconds before climbing on. He noticed that hook she’d left on the windowsill resting on her back. It made him smile, he didn’t want her trapped without him.

“I… I live… I lived in a tree where you used to sit and stare at the ground.”

“Alright, we can go now. If you’re ready.” The small woman nodded.

Vitus didn’t waste any time. He brought her close to his chest and made his way to the door. A sigh managed to escape when he remembered the issue he had with his sneakers. He sat down, setting the palm with the small woman down on the floor. She stared up at him.

“Just need to fix my shoes. I never got the knot out.” The little woman scrambled off his hand like it burned her. He moved after her, freezing before he curled his fingers around her again. He couldn’t keep doing that to her, he could only grab her when it was necessary.

Vitus focused on his shoes. The first slipped on easily. The other posed an issue. He set it on his knee and started to work out the knot he couldn’t understand. He hadn’t gotten caught on anything that day. There were no animals and this didn't happen from the wind. His eyes went wide. Slowly he turned to face the small girl who had started shaking.

“You’re why it’s tied like this…” She ran as soon as the words left his mouth. She dove under a set of shelves he kept near the door. He frowned, but could understand her fear. “I didn’t even notice you… I’m glad I didn’t hurt you that day. Once I’ve fixed this, and you’re ready to come out, we can go.”

Fixing his shoe only took a few minutes. By the time he finished the small woman had come back, a bag on her back he hadn’t seen before. Vitus kept quiet and just offered her his hand again. She was more hesitant now, but still climbed on. He pulled her to his chest and stood. He left, shutting the door gently behind him. He would make sure she didn’t get overwhelmed.

The walk to where she instructed was quiet. This time of year the woods usually were. It was why he came out here to work. The small woman continued to fidget in his hand, but neither of them spoke. Once he reached the set of trees he usually sat by to think he stopped. There were no obvious signs of someone living around here. He flattened his hand to show her where they were.

The small woman pointed towards the tree he usually avoided, there was poison ivy near the roots. He nodded and stepped closer, waiting for another sign. She pointed towards what he’d thought was an owl or squirrel den. The life she lived seemed unbelievable the more he saw of it. He brought his hand up and held her in front of the hole in the tree. She jumped in and he smiled.

The woman poked out for a second, dumping what looked like dried grass from the bag. He frowned, the reasons she carried grass like that made him worry. Silence surrounded them, for a bit he thought she might send him away. He considered leaving, promising to come back around sunset. Instead the small woman appeared at the edge of the hole staring at him again.

“...what if they’re mean? Or try to hurt me?” she asked. It didn’t take him long to realize who she meant.

“Then I’ll stop them. Take you back here where you’ll be safe,” he said. She nodded, he should get around to asking her name.

“How do you… how do you know they aren’t like the other human?” Vitus pulled his phone from his pocket, already calling his wife. There was an easy way to show her how she’d act.

“I can show you.” He hit speaker just as the line connected.

“Vitus? Did that bird recover yet? I’m sure there’s a vet nearby you could bring it to,” Dabria’s voice came across clearly. The little woman backed away.

“She’s fine. Although, what if she wasn’t a bird?” The small woman hugged the pack to her. He didn’t even notice she held it.

“Well then she must be something pretty small if you called her one. Did you find someone else to let sleep on our couch sometimes?” Her laugh echoed through the silent forest. Vitus gave the small woman a look, he hoped she understood it was asking permission. He received a small nod in return.

“Not so much the couch, more like a pillow. I met someone who’s been living on her own for a while out here. Small enough to fit in one hand.” There was a crash from the phone. Dabria had been multitasking again.

“What!? And you told me she was a bird?! I’m coming out there right now! Is she ok? Did you hurt her? Is she hiding from you? I bet you scared her with that glare of yours!”

“Why?” the tiny woman’s soft voice reached his ears. He stepped closer to the tree.

“I can’t believe you’d do that! What if I gave you the wrong information it could have hurt her. Is she really alright? Walking, talking, moving at all? Did she leave already? Did you give her anything she needed before she left?”

“Dabria calm down.” He laughed a bit to himself. He held the phone out to the small woman. Another silent question that received a small nod. “She’s with me now.”

“H-Hello…” The voice sounded strange with so much force behind it. Vitus brought the phone closer to her. She didn’t need to yell for them.

“Hello,” Dabria’s voice came out significantly quieter, “I promise he won’t hurt you. He just looks scary. Are you feeling alright? Do you need anything?”

“H-He… Vitus said I… I could live with you.” Another crash, this time the small woman stepped away.

“Of course you can! I can get something set up for you right now. Is there anything you need? Where would you want to stay? Hmm, maybe we could repurpose one of the vents so you have a nice private spot.”

“...why?” This time the question reached the phone. Vitus could picture the face Dabria made once she heard that small voice. The warm look and hope to give the small woman a safe place.

“You should have a safe place to live, that’s all.” He heard some more noises coming from the phone. “Oh, we could always pretend you’re not here too! I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

“What… what if a human tries to hurt me?” Vitus tightened his grip on the phone. She sounded her size for once.

“Anyone of any size wants to hurt you, they deal with me first. Although Vitus might be the better one to go to, he looks scary to everyone.” The woman stared with wide eyes at the phone. Vitus pulled it back to himself.

“I’ll let you know what she decides to do, we’ll talk later.”

“Love you, oh! Wait, what's your name?” Dabria’s voice was back to her usual volume. Vitus stared up at the small woman. Her small brown eyes were wide.

“A-Alessia.” Her voice was quiet, he didn’t think Dabria heard.

“She said it’s Alessia.”

“Alessia. Ok, well you’ll always have a place in our home if you want to live with us. Bye.”

The call disconnected and Vitus laughed to himself. Dabria was a bundle of energy at the strangest times. He offered his flattened palm to Alessia, waiting to see her choice. There was no movement. Vitus left his hand for a few more seconds before starting to pull away. A small hand reached out to grab his finger. He moved his hand back up to wait.

“Can I bring my things?” Alessia asked. “To… to your home can I bring what I had here?”

“Alessia,” he smiled, “you can bring whatever you want. It’s going to be your home too.”

The small woman disappeared into the hole. Things started to appear on his hand. When she stopped he raised a brow at her. It seemed like no where near enough for how long she’d lived here. He looked into the house, a small bit of sadness hit him at how empty it was. It was just big enough he could reach inside.

“Is the rest too heavy for you? That is if you want to bring the rest?” He waited, relieved at the small nod. “Alright, I think I can fit my hand inside. Should I try? I might grab you with everything though. Do you want to climb out first?”

The woman nodded. He held his currently occupied hand up to her. She climbed out and then he fit his hand into what used to be her home. With as much care as he could he moved everything away from the walls. There wasn’t much left either way. Once it was piled together he scooped it into his hand and pulled it free. Vitus looked in, relieved to find the hole empty.

“Got it all,” he whispered. He looked down at her before moving his other hand close. He’d cut his trip short and head home today. “Are you ready?”

“I-I guess… you really won’t let humans hurt me? You’re not lying about being kind,” she asked. Vitus knew she was smart, that he could still be lying to her. He decided to bring her up to his face, to stare into her eyes as best he could.

“Alessia, would I go this far if I was lying? No one will hurt you, I won’t let it. You don’t have to trust all of us, not even me, but I’ll be keeping you safe from any humans you don’t want near you. Even Felix and Dabria.”

“O-ok… let’s go home.”

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