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#or maybe he wouldnt tell people its his nephew and simply just tell everyone to bring him the golden ghost and hunter realizes he Knows
drabbles-of-writing · 3 years
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The revelation that Belos is Hunter's uncle would go weird because Hunter is basically a cryptid, like most people thought he was a legit ghost until recently (and some people still believe it) so basically everyone just never considered that Hunter like,, had family. It's not that they thought that Hunter's family was dead, it's just that they never thought about it. Subconsciously they thought he like... Literally came from the forest or a tree or something. Like obviously he has a family but they just??? Never thought about it??? And that family is WHO???? Also I must admit that Belos is kind of... Like plot hole in my original idea because I think he would search for Hunter but that kinda cancels the whole au (because he would either have found Hunter fast, or at least people would recognize hunter cause of wanted posters so... No) so I just didn't *think* about Belos hahaha
- feral anon
I think I can fix that plot hole! It's stated that Belos has much less reach outside of Bonesborough, and with Hunter traveling all over the Isles, it'd be much harder for Hunter to be found if he was elsewhere, especially if he didn't want to be found (and if he befriended the Bat Queen early on. I've no doubt she and the palismans could make a person straight up VANISH if they wanted to), and Belos would probably give up, like, 6? 12 months in? obviously he wants the kid found but if the kids gone, kids gone. sucks but, oh well. so after about a year Hunter could just wander around normally, but still wears the mask obviously so nobody knows who he is. all his missing posters are from when hes like 8-10 lookin, he's 16 now with a bit more scars from living out in the wild, heavy bags, and far less cheery than the posters make him out to be. the mask overall definitely helped hide him from being caught, not like just seeing a staff like his would cause the guards to tell Belos about it and Belos immediately recognizing it as the staff He made. especially after he got the cardinal, everyone would probably assume the cardinal was the Golden Ghost's palisman, and Belos didn't make a staff with a palisman. kid didn't want to be found, and he Made Sure Of It.
and I doubt Hunter would ever publicly state that Belos was his uncle, but, yeah, Belos is bound to find out eventually what became of his nephew and announce to practically EVERYONE that "hey, the golden ghost is my nephew. whoever brings him to me will be rewarded" and everyone is LOSING THEIR MINDS
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the-priestes-blog · 6 years
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Carry On - a destiel fanfiction
CHAPTER 1 – a plan
**just wanted to say that this is my first attempt at writing a story, feedback (positive and negative) will definitely be appreciated**
**also, english is not my native language, so please correct me if you find any mistakes**
Rain.
Of course it was raining. What else could happen on a sunday, the one day of the week where i didnt have to work. To be honest, i always liked the rain, it was the only time where noone wanted to be out on the street.This way i could be alone outside, on my own without any other people bothering me. But on the other hand i always felt really uncomfortable getting wet, so i end up staying inside watching TV most of the time. Today was no different. I shoved a pizza into the oven and threw myself on my sofa, which by now was already sunken in because of the many times i used it. Waiting for my pizza to finish i turned on the TV and watched as the opening of Game of Thrones started playing. I couldnt help but quietly hum the opening song while the camera traveled across the inward Globe of Westeros and Essos. Man, i loved this show. Between working and sleeping, GoT was the only thing i had, my life wasnt really that exciting after all. A crap job at a Gas‘n‘sip, my flat which i could barely afford and Netflix, that was basicly it. It was a tiring and uneventful life.
Without even noticing it i slipped away and fell asleep. Even my dreams were boring. Normally you´d expect to dream of adventures and exciting storys, not me though, i dreamt of being at work. I stood at my counter, as always, wearing my generic blue suit with the nametag that reads „Castiel Novak“. The usual people came into the store, i never really payed attention to them and they never talked to me either. All i know is what they buy. There is this one girl buying chips, a guy that always buys pie, and some dude buying nothing but dog food. They came in, payed for their stuff and left, and when they were gone i was all alone again. This was usually the time i spent being sad and  regretting my life decicions. Dropping out of college to „take life into my own hands“, only to end up at some gas station without any friends or family support. To my family i was always the black sheep, the rebel who didnt adhere to the plan that everyone else followed and tried to do his own thing. I had a big family. Brothers, sisters, cousins and even a nephew, Jack. After my mother died, my father disappaered and the rest of my family abandoned me, he was the only relative left that liked me. What had i become? I used to be energetic and full of life, look at me now, pathetic. But who knows, maybe this was my punishment, maybe i deserved it.
Suddenly i  heard a beeping. And then i smelled it. Fire? No, it couldnt be, i never dreamt of something exiting. CRAP. I found myself on my sofa and quickly looked at my watch. I must have slept for over an hour, even the episode of GoT was over by now. The beeping and the smell appeared to come from the kitchen, the fire alarm must have gone off. Then i remembered. MY PIZZA! It was only supposed to be in the oven for around 10 minutes! I rushed into the kitchen. Entering the room without choking was nearly impossible because of all the smoke that instantly greeted me upon opening the kitchen door. Widely opening the window to let the smoke out of my apartement i hoped that nothing seriously caught on fire. I grabbed my fire extinguisher and i turned off the oven. Smoke blocked my view it as i carefully opened it. That however didnt stop me from instantly spraying it with the foam from my extinguisher. I knew that you were only supposed to slightly press down the handle because using only a little bit of foam was enough, but i didnt care, i pressed it all the way through. In this hasty and dangerous situation the only thing i could think of was getting rid of the potential fire hazard. After around 30 seconds the extinguisher was empty and i was finally able to see something. Everything appeared to be alright, no flames to be seen anywhere. Being glad that i didnt burn down the entire house i turned off the fire alarm and pulled the crispy black substance that had once been my delicious pizza out of the oven to take it outside into the bin. That was close. One thing was for sure though, i definitely needed to clean my oven now.
I couldnt sleep. Normally i was pretty good at sleeping, i could basicly fall asleep at any given time, even when i already slept earlier. But now was different. Just a few hours ago i almost burned down the entire house and even now my heart was still racing. I was so scared that i accidentally forgot a piece of ember or something that could reignite my kitchen. But deep down i knew that wasnt going to happen, i took care of everything even remotely dangerous. Its true what they say, fear really is irrational. I was really scared, like really really scared, but at the same time i liked it. My body was filled with excitement, something happened! Something that was not a fictional event that happened in Game of Thrones, but an actual tense and dangerous situation, one that i experienced first hand. That feeling, that mix between fear and excitement was simply overwhelming. Sure, having to deal with a burning kitchen was something that i didnt ever want to happen again, but that feeling, a feeling i hadnt felt in long time, reminded me of my teenage years, years where i was free. No responsibilities, no rules, no labels. I was just me. Not the boring and sad me that i am now, but the wild, young and happy me. The me that didnt care what others thought, the me that did whatever he wanted no matter what others told him, the me that wasnt scared.
Something needed to change. No, i needed to change. I wanted to go back. Wanted to having another chance. Another chance at having friends, being out there, i wanted another chance at living.
My decision was made, i couldnt keep going like that, i was going to do something, talk to people , get a hobby, maybe even make friends. But where should i start? I always get anxious when i have to talk to people. Then i knew. The customers at the gas station. I was used to seeing them, so i knew at least something about them. This way i wouldnt have to start with complete strangers. For the first time, i was going to talk to them.
Motivated. Thats how i felt. I had a plan. Tomorrow at work i would talk to a customer, not just tell them the price and give them their change. I would do something. Tomorrow was going to be exciting . I happily closed my eyes. And with that i finally went to sleep.
** i will complete this story on my wattpad, so if you´re interested, here is a link**
https://www.wattpad.com/user/LilyWinchester_
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