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norhimorovine · 3 years

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FFXIV Write 1: Foster

((This follows this old story from ages ago. A few factual details have since changed. Norhi wasn't in captivity for a full two years. But it was a while. Anyway. Norhi's new home!))

The door to the small, cozy Gridanian home opened to allow the stocky miqo’te man inside. His green leather armor was clean. His wailers mask was perched atop his head. His long, poppy red hair was tied back out of his sunburnt face. And cradled against his shoulder was a toddler that couldn’t look much more different than him, save for being something other than another miqo’te. The little moon grey girl, with her vivid pink hair and ocean eyes was surely not his daughter. Her face too round to his more hawkish features. Her fur fluffier and curler, to his sleek thin coat. And yet, she clung to him like he was her sire.

P’rischy smiles as he closes the door behind him. He then calls out, “Yhuna? We’re home.”

A tall miqo’te woman, with lily white fur, silky and thick, appears in the kitchen doorway. “They agreed? Oh P’ris! She’s adorable!”

P’rischy smiles and carries the little girl over to his wife. “Norhi, this is my wife, Yhuna. Your new mother. Yhuna, my beloved, this is our new daughter, Norhi.”

Yhuna just beams, looking nearly overcome with joyful tears. “Hello, Norhi. Can I hug you?”

Norhi, still sheltering against P’rischy’s shoulder, looks at her for a moment and then quietly nods. She lets herself be passed over and held, promptly cuddled and snuggled close by the lovely woman. She sniffles and burrows into the affection, with all the desperation of any distraught child. She missed her real mom. And this lady smelled so different. Roses and soap bubbles, instead of heather and honeysuckle. The new father smelled of leather armor and cedar wood, unlike Papa who had been clover and moss.

But these were good smells. They were still familiar smells. Of the forest and the Shroud. Nature and life. All of it so different from the sting of the blue smoke and hot metal, of the bad men. The bad men were dead. P’rischy and the Wood Wailers had killed them. All the other kids had been taken home or found new families. And now she had one too.

Yhuna just rocks Norhi back and forth, crooning a soft song. It was an unfamiliar song. But it was soothing and nice. She starts to feel herself get sleepy. It was still late in the evening, after all. P’rischy murmurs something about mother coming over tomorrow morning. Norhi didn’t understand. Yhuna murmurs something back about bedtime. That made sense.

And then they were moving through another door. A little room with a bed, a bookshelf, a dresser, and a chest, was all made up for a little girl. Even half asleep, Norhi feels herself get tucked into the cushy bed, with a soft quilt pulled over her. She sees her new father reach out and touch a little lamp on the desk, feeding a tiny touch of aether into it. It began to glow a very soft green. A hand runs over her curls and soft lips kiss her forehead. She hears quiet footsteps leave the room. She peeks an eye open long enough to see that her door had been left open. And that it could look into another room just across the tiny hall. Where her new parents were. And with that, sleep finally tugged her under.

When the morning light filtered through her curtains, Norhi woke with a groggy frown. The memories come back and she sniffles with the reminder. Her tribe was gone. Mama was gone. Papa was gone. Sahlia was lost. And before she knew it, she was sobbing.

The woman from the night before suddenly appears in the door, shocked at the sound. And instantly worried. She calls back out the hallway, “Maymay! Handle the pancakes!”

Yhuna then bustles into the room and sits on the bed, pulling Norhi into her lap. “I’ve got you my sweet dear. Let it all out. It’s okay. You’re safe to cry here.”

Norhi had frozen when scooped. But the encouragement came, instead of the angry scoldings of the bad men. So she cling to Yhuna and cried and cried until she ran out of tears and breath. Yhuna just held her and rubbed her back, smiling at the soft series of hiccups left in the wake of the sobs. She then takes up the corner of her apron and gently dries Norhi’s face. “There we go. Woke up missing your home?”

Norhi just nods. “Mama’s gone. Papa too.”

Yhuna’s smile was sad enough to make Norhi want to cry again. “They’ll always be your mama and papa. And I know they will always love you and be proud of you. And now you’re here with us. Safe. We’ll take care of you. Now… I imagine you’re very hungry after all that.”

Norhi sniffles and then nods again, stomach grumbling on cue. Her ears wilt in embarrassment and Yhuna just laughs with delight. She hugs Norhi again and scoops her up. “Well! Breakfast is just about ready! And P’rischy’s mother came over to eat it with us. You’ll like Maymay. She’s a grand, wonderful lady.”

Once out in the kitchen, where Yhuna settled her at the table, Norhi could what she’d meant. This Maymay was a grand sort of woman. She was tall and as dusky skinned as her son. With the same poppy red hair. But hers was pinned up in an artful twist. And she wore soft white healer’s robes, embroidered with yellow suns and flowers. She stood at the stove, flipping pancakes. But her bearing looked like she could be directing an army. At least, that’s what Norhi thought army commanders would look like.

Yhuna winked at Norhi. “Sweetheart, this is P’Mharta. Or more simply, Maymay. Your new grandmother. Maymay… this is Norhi.”

Maymay smiles warmly at Norhi, like she herself was filled with sunshine. She brings a plate of pancakes, with a bit of sausage and eggs, over and sets it in front of her. “Welcome to our family, Norhi. I know this is very different for you. But we’re happy to have you here.”

Norhi gives her a shy smile and a quiet thank you. Just in time for P’ris to show up, dressed in his armor again. Then breakfast started. It wasn’t the communal meal of the old tribe. But it was still filled with smiles and chatter and plans for the day. Norhi tried her pancakes. She’d never had one before. It was really tasty. She missed her aunt’s porridge. But this was good too.

And maybe that’d be all she’d need for now.

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imagines-by-billie · 5 years

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Golden Eyes.

Part 2.

Read Part 1!

A/N: Picture found on Pinterest. This seems like it’s going to be my fluffier series, but this is gonna get just as bad as Two Sides Of The Coin.

Warnings: sexual harassment, swearing

Masterlist

Maybe last night had all been a dream, you thought to yourself as you washed your face, preparing your skin for another night of heavy make-up.

The make-up you used was old, and possibly dangerous to put near your face, but you didn’t have enough money to buy anything new. Food and rent was your biggest priority, which was why this gig was so important. You’d be performing in front of some scary, but filthy rich, people tonight.

But it was still just morning, which meant that you had some free time. If you can even call grocery shopping free time... the laundry had to be done too and the calendar showed you that it was time to pay rent.

Your building was owned by one of the mobsters, and they needed rent every month. The people living in the building had decided that only one person should have to leave it to the owner. You were the only one brave enough to do it.

So you went door to door and gathered the money. Some of them couldn’t pay or had just below the rent, so you put in a bit of money from your food savings to spare their lives. If you didn’t have rent, you could easily lose a body part or two.

When that was done you went grocery shopping, now with little to no money. Potatoes again, then... they were cheap and you could buy a lot of them. Didn’t mean they tasted good after four fucking weeks of eating nothing but potatoes.

Maybe tonight you could get some extra tips if you took that one dress that showed off a bit more. Hopefully you had some tea and honey at home to help your voice a bit.

You steadied your breath as you walked through the bar doors. The pianist was waiting for you by the girl’s bathroom, which now served as a changing room for you.

“You’re late.”, he sighed with an annoyed tone.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, I forgot the time!”, you hurried to the bathroom, “It’ll only take a minute, I’ll be out before you know it.”

You quickly put on the dress that you had chosen for the night. The scandalous option was the best this time, you needed some extra cash and those mobsters really liked to see some skin. Since the short dress had spaghetti straps you decided to let a scarf hang loosely around your arms.

The make-up was easy, since none of the men cared to much. Just something to fix the redness in your face, some rouge and a little bit of eyeshadow that gave the illusion of a cat-like eye. The only thing left was your lipstick, the red lipstick your mother always used to wear. With care, you put it on and then smacked your lips in the mirror.

You didn’t look like yourself anymore. You weren’t Y/N Y/L/N, now you were Lily Rose.

“You ready?”, the pianist walked with you to the backstage area.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try to get some extra tips today...”, you pursed your lips and peaked through the curtain, everyone was enjoying themselves.

“That’s why your choice of dress is a bit different, huh?”, he said calmly.

“Yup. The men here like some extra skin showing.”, you took a deep breath, “Good luck out there.”

“And now... Lily Rose, the pretty flower, is going to perform one of her special songs for this special night!”

With that, the curtain opened and you strutted over to the mic. You heard the pianist try out the keys, getting used to them. He had worked with you in a couple other places, but not here. There’s a first for everything, even if it’s a shitty, no good, bar.

You looked over the crowd with a bright smile that faltered when you laid your eyes on a special figure. In the dim lighting of the bar, his eyes looked golden. His curly hair was slicked back, except for a few strands that had escaped the rest.

You kept your eyes closed as the pianist started playing. He stopped for a second, which was your queue, and you started singing with a bright fake smile on your lips.

It looked like Mr. Mendes was drinking whiskey, instead of last night’s cocktail. He had told you to call him Shawn, hadn’t he? You still weren’t sure that it was all real.

You sang your heart out and seductively swung your hips from side to side. The little arm movement you did had been practiced this morning, since you wanted it to look effortlessly perfect.

Shawn seemed to sit next to Alexandre Von Claude, another very respected, very dangerous mobster. That was why it was such a “special night”.

Once the song ended, which felt like hours with Shawn’s gaze on you, you heard the applause. You bowed your head slightly to thank them.

“Thank you! Thank you!”, you said sweetly, “Now, before my next song I would just like to thank Alexander Von Claude for coming to this little bar!”

Everyone clapped along with you and Von Claude nodded his head as a thank you... that old man couldn’t even stand up.

“I hope you have a wonderful night, sir!”, you smiled brightly and blew him a kiss. Your eyes drifted to Shawn, who was clenching his jaw and trying his best to keep his smile. The game you were playing was deadly, but oh so fun.

The second song started playing and you gave it your all, dancing and singing your heart out. After that you were supposed to walk through the crowd, get as many tips as you could.

You were lucky that the economy was good these years, it meant that people had more to share. The only disgusting thing about it was the people groping and slapping you around as if you were some sort of toy.

When you made your way to Shawn’s and Von Claude’s table, Shawn had his money ready. He handed it to you, grazing your hand as he did so.

It was a 20 dollar bill, plus a note that you didn’t have time to look at before Von Claude gave you his tip.

“Thank you, gentlemen.”, you smiled and strutted away to the bathrooms.

You put the tips and the note Shawn had given you in your bag before going to wash your face. At least you didn’t wear that awful dress anymore, and had changed into your normal clothes.

Someone opened the door to the bathroom just as you had started washing the soap off of your face. The door slammed shut and you let out a yelp. Heavy steps echoed towards you and you started to shiver.

You looked up, water and soap still on your face as you didn’t have time to wash it off. It was a man you’d never seen before... quite large and tall. You knew what happened to performers like you if men walked into the ladies bathroom.

“Excuse me, sir...”, you tried to keep your voice steady, “This is the ladies room...”

“I fucking know where I am!”, he slurred out his words. His breath smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. You had to do everything in your power not to scrunch your nose at the stench.

You grabbed your bag carefully behind your bag. The music from the next performer had started playing so it was useless to scream.

“Then I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir.”, you spoke clearly and confidently even if you were feeling the opposite of confident.

“Don’t tell me what to do, sweetheart.”, he grinned. You took a deep breath before swinging your bag at him, hard, making him stumble to the side so that you could make your escape.

As you ran out you bumped into another man. This one much taller, better built, his curly hair slicked back and in the dim lighting his eyes almost looked golden...

Shawn! Thank God!

“Are you alright, honey?”, he asked with a worried tone. If it weren’t for the situation, the nickname and the sweet tone in his voice would’ve made you weak in the knees.

“A man walked into the bathroom and I-”

The door swung open and you flinched at the sound of the angry man stepping towards you. That’s when Shawn spoke up;

“Listen, man. I don’t want nothing to do with you, so why don’t you just lay off the lady?”, he sighed and rolled the sleeves of his red button-up, the tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Oh, fuck off!”, the man says, swinging a punch at Shawn that hits him in the face. Shawn stumbles back and you let out a muffled scream. The music was still playing, no one can hear you. Should you make a run for it? No, your legs wouldn’t move for some reason... and your heart told you to stay.

Shawn huffed and wiped the blood coming out of his nose with the back of his hand.

“You fucking asked for it, then...”, Shawn muttered and swung at the guy. Shawn hit him in the face, which made him stumble back a bit. Then he had the chance to hit him in the stomach, right between his ribs. If you hit it just right, this could kill him. Shawn didn’t want to kill him, just knock the wind out of him. So he made the effort to not hit that right place. Once the guy was knocked out he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bar.

You had never seen him this mad before... then again, you had only known him for two days and he was a mobster.

Shawn muttered something to a guard outside the bar, one of Von Claude’s men. You can tell by the symbol on his suit. The man nodded and walked inside.

“Don’t worry, the guy’s taken care of.”, Shawn huffed to you.

“... thank you.”, you suddenly stop, “Those situations don’t usually end that well.”

“I just happened to be there at the right time... it’s nothing to thank me for.”, he brushed it off.

“Thank you, anyways.”, you said softly. You stood on your tippy toes and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. Then you walked away, leaving him starstruck behind you. _______________________________________________________________________

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lil-blue-one · 7 years

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Gajevy Week 2017 - Longing

WOO! Two for two getting them up on time! Again, my prompts are all linked, so this follows the last chapter. I've been told it's heartbreaking, just pulled a bit from my own experiences. Sorry in advance. I promise things get fluffier.

"Mama, Mama! Mizu found it! Mizu found Untle Wiwy!" Juvia smiled down at the small black haired boy as he ran up, cradling a tiny black kitten in his arms. She did, in fact, resemble the exceed who was walking behind the boy, except that she was clearly a regular cat and not an exceed. "I'm sorry, Juvia. I tried to get him to leave her, but then she started following us and I ran out of excuses." The Rain Woman laughed and waved a hand dismissively before resting it on her swollen belly as Levy stepped forward and held out her hands.

"May I see her, Mizu?" The little boy glared up at her, clutching his prize closer to his chest. "Mizu, let Auntie Levy see her, she likes kitties too!" Still glaring, he looked between the two bluenettes before reluctantly laying his new best friend into Levy's arms. The kitten stared up at Levy as she looked her over, carefully checking for broken bones or signs of sickness. You never knew with strays, what they'd been through. Satisfied that she was healthy, if a bit starved, the Script mage nodded at her friend with a smile. "Does Mizu's new kitty have a name?"

Mizu shrieked and launched himself at his mother's leg, clinging to her and giggling. "Tank you, Mommy! Mizu have her?" Levy found herself chuckling at the boy's excitement as she passed the kitten back to him. "Kitty!" He immediately sat down, right in the middle of the sidewalk they were on, and started playing with her, rubbing Kitty's ears and making little noises. "Juvia thanks Lily for walking with Mizu. It is such a beautiful day, Juvia wanted fresh air, but she did not think walking would take so much effort." Levy laughed as she wrapped an arm around her friend's waist. "You did this when you were pregnant with Mizu too, Juvia. Always tried to do more than you should."

The Water mage chuckled sheepishly as she leaned on her smaller friend. "It's no problem, Juvia. Levy and I were going for a walk today anyway; as you said, it's a beautiful day. This one would have spent the whole afternoon with her nose in a book and missed it." Levy blushed slightly, looking away. She was grateful for something to do, but of course Lily would tease her about reading. The problem was, she hadn't even been reading. She'd been staring at the page for over an hour, spacing out and daydreaming. It had started with the sound of children laughing floating in through her open window, pulling her attention out of the novel she was buried in. She'd looked up from where she was curled on the window bench Gajeel built into her library and watched the family across the way playing in their front yard. Within a moment of watching their little baby toddling around, Levy's mind had wandered away, envisioning her own family playing in a park. She heard clearly the children's squeals, the deep chuckled "gihi" of her husband, the creak of a swing. She would have sworn she could even feel the sun on her back and the breeze ruffling her hair. The vision was so clear that when a door slammed and startled her out of it, she came back to herself with a choked sob.

She didn't want Gajeel to hear her, so she buried her face in her arms, holding her breath to try to stifle the sobs that were wracking her tiny body. She was ready. They'd been married for four years, and they'd only ever talked about children once. They had been married for a few months and found out Gray and Juvia were expecting. Erza had started rambling with a romantic expression on her face about growing the next generation of Fairy Tail members, and someone asked Gajeel when they were going to have children. He'd simply growled, "When we have 'em." and left it at that. Levy was honestly scared to bring it up to him, terrified he'd tell her he wasn't ready. Or worse, that he didn't want to have children with her. How had they never discussed such a huge topic before they had gotten married? Not that it would have made a difference. I'd have married him anyway. She thought to herself, wiping her eyes. She'd gone back to staring blankly at her book when Lily knocked on the door, stepping into her library with her communication journal in his hand. "Juvia has taken little Mizu out for a walk and found herself unable to keep up with the youngster's energy level. Gajeel is in the middle of a project of some kind, but it's a beautiful day and I thought you might wish to join me in assisting her? I know you love the boy."

She'd forced a smile on her face and nodded, telling him she would be down momentarily and holding the smile there until he left, shutting the door behind him. She DID dote on the child, sometimes taking him for the whole day to hang out with. Though she'd never spoken to Juvia about it, Levy was pretty sure the older woman knew how badly she wanted a child of her own, and never had a problem with Levy snagging him for a play date. Especially now that she was fit to pop again. And so, Levy had found herself walking around with her friends, fighting back tears as the longing tore at her heart. She pulled her attention back to the little boy sat at her feet and wrote "toy." The tail of the 'y' was made of a feather, and she handed it to her nephew to play with his new friend. "We're pretty close to your home, Juv. I think I'm going to head home and get dinner started for my dragon, and let Lily walk you the rest of the way home, if that's alright with the two of you?" Juvia tugged her around to study her face for a moment before smiling sadly at the shorter woman. Levy saw Lily looking between the two of them as if he was trying to figure out what was going on. "It's no problem, Levy-chan. Juvia is just happy she was able to share the day with her friends." Lily nodded slowly before shifting to his battle form and picking up the small boy off the ground in one hand, scooping the kitten up in the other.

"Untle Wiwy! My have Kitty?" Mizu stretched out his hands for his pet, gently cradling her to his chest when the exceed obliged his request. "Is that her name? Kitty? It's a wonderful name." Lily smiled at the boy as he sat him on his shoulder and hooked an arm around Juvia to support her as they headed for home. Levy watched for a moment before turning and heading to her own home. She made it about a quarter of the way back home before losing the fight to stay her tears and had to stumble behind a building so no one saw her.

Sliding down the wall Levy curled up, burying her face in her knees as all of the pain from the last few months reared it's ugly head. She knew she would have to talk to Gajeel soon, and stop just bottling up the despair she felt every month that she realized once again that she was not pregnant. She lost track of how long she sat there, her breath coming in gasps as she struggled to get control again. Her sobs were so loud they almost caused her to miss the soft voice from the person standing at her elbow. "Levy? Levy what's wrong?!" She lifted her head, bleary red eyes staring at Pantherlily crouched next to her for a full thirty seconds before her brain caught up with who he was. "Oh, Lily! It's nothing!" She exclaimed, wiping quickly at her cheeks. The exceed frowned and pulled her into his arms, cradling her much like the child he'd just been carrying as she gave in and let her tears fall again. "Does he know? Have you even told him?" She felt as much as she heard the rumbled questions and shook her head, burying her face in his soft fur. "You might be surprised you know. Maybe I'll head out for the night once I've dropped you off and let you two talk." Levy said nothing, simply turning the thought over in her head.

"Lily?" She pulled back a little, looking up at the exceed. "Yes, Levy?" He glanced down for a moment before continuing down their path. "You should probably set me down. Gajeel will freak out if you're carrying me. You know how he is, he'll think I'm hurt." Pantherlily nodded, chuckling as he set her feet carefully on the ground. She leaned against him, hugging him tightly for a moment. He returned her hug, releasing his hold on his battle mode and shrinking to his regular size in her arms. She scratched his head and let go, his wings appearing so he could float next to her as they continued to their home. "Y-yeah, Lily. I think I'll talk to him tonight. Thank you."

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