OHH I GOT A GOOD ANGST ONE INSPIRED BY ALL THE KAMADO SLANDER!

OHH I GOT A GOOD ANGST ONE INSPIRED BY ALL THE KAMADO SLANDER!

What if during their missions the hero befriends this pack of hitsuian zoarks and zoras?

They have helped this pack many times during their missions and the pack has grown to care for their dear human friend.

But when you get banished hell has frozen over and what if you were seriously hurted during the banishment?

On top of the mountain everyone even thoughs who helped you will see an illusion of you dying body as the leader of the pack inches towards kamado scarring him for his actions!

Enjoy my fuckery!

Reader is gender neutral, the only she is the alpha Zoroark. Mentions of blood but nothing descriptive.

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You don’t know what you did to deserve being banished, you only did what you were told.

No matter who stood up for you, they were instantly silenced to threatened with war, and that wasn’t something you wanted for any of those you still care for.

You didn’t know what else to do.

You weren’t given the chance to pack your things, or anything at all really, just whatever you had on you at the time.

The clans nor their leaders could help you.

So you wondered around, trying to find something, anything that could help you prove you innocence.

That drive lead you to the Alabaster Icelands.

Snowpoint temple seemed old enough to carry some secrets, maybe you could find something there?

While you set up your own little campsite in a cave you hear something, a curious sounding whine before it morphs into a happy yip.

Looking behind you, you see a little zoura you helped a while ago, if the cut out of their ear was anything to go by.

“Hey little buddy.”

You coo softly, but the small Pokémon senses something wrong, letting out a small whine, more zouras show up.

Ah, it’s the entire pack you’ve helped over the months.

You remember healing them when you found them and handing them back to a very angry and cautious alpha.

Speaking of, a louder, deeper grumble greets you.

The other zouras and Zoroarks of the pack form a soft circle around you, just as the alpha Zoroark makes her appearance.

“Hello to you too mama.”

The family looks at you, all letting out various sad or comforting sounds. The larger Zoroark curls around you, in an effort to keep you warm.

“Thank you.”

It’s funny being held like this. Your thoughts begin to tumble and before you know you, you’re sobbing into the fluffy mane of the Zoroark around you.

You cried your heart out to the whining pack, venting about all that has happened.

Your banishment.

You betrayal.

Your heartache.

They left it all.

The alpha Zoroark rubbed her cheek against your, wrapping herself up in your scarf before moving away. She stood up, speaking to her children before most of the zoroarks left, not without giving you a nuzzle.

One Zoroark was left to keep watch over you and the zouras.

You cried a little more, hugging and cuddling with your new family before falling asleep, surrounded by their fluffy warmth.

You sleep safe and protected, completely unaware of what is yet to come.

The pack of zoroarks quickly move in towards the village.

The have arrived by the next night.

The alpha looks down at the scarf you have yet to notice she took.

They hurt her pup.

They left her pup abandoned in the wilderness to suffer the same fate as her.

They will not be forgiven.

The meeting between the commander and clan leaders was dragging on.

It was late but no progress was being made.

Kamado sighs at Irida and Adaman’s stubbornness, the two were still upset about his ruling over you.

“It’s been almost a week! No one as heard from them, let alone see them!” Adaman’s patience is wearing thin.

“What if something happened to them? These lands aren’t exactly kind.”

Irida was worried, she heard from Lian that the day of you banishment you asked for her, but due to Kamado’s orders he couldn’t help and you left.

You are her dear friend, she hopes you’re safe.

Adaman’s anger is only to mask his fear, Irida is right, these lands aren’t kind, and with you by yourself, with no guards or professor on the look out for you, who knows what could happen.

The door to the side suddenly flings open.

A powerful burst of malicious pressure forcing it open.

Red claws grip the door frame, the Zoroark lowers herself to enter the office.

Before any made a move the gasp.

That’s your scarf, that’s your galaxy uniform scarf that you never took off.

Slowly the Zoroark morphs into you, a blood stained you.

“…..hero?” Irida’s voice breaks, her hands over he mouth with tears stinging her eyes.

Adaman and Kamado stand shocked and horrified at the realization.

It’s you.

“Why did you do this to me?” It’s your voice, it sounds so uncanny.

Your eyes however stay that stark yellow, glaring down the commander.

“I-I didn’t!- I-“

“I will give you a fate like mine.”

The threes face’s paled, neither clan leader’s teams were strong enough to take on such a strong, angry foe.

A part of them didn’t want to. It was you after all, you had every right to be angry.

They stare at the Zoroark’s illusion. It had to be you, the creature had your scarf after all.

You didn’t seem to have any open injuries, but the blood showed just where you were hit.

Adaman felt like puking at the thought of your pain.

With all the commotion, Cyllene and Laventon burst in.

Laventon’s loud cry startled the Zoroark, bringing her attention toward the other door.

Was that your pack mate you spoke fondly of?

“Everyone get back! Abra!”

Ah these the strict one you spoke of as well.

She lunges, breaking her illusion and going for Kamado’s throat.

But Abra teleports him out of the room just in time.

With a loud snark and howl, the village echoes in several howls.

“If you hadn’t banished them this wouldn’t be happening!”

“How was I suppose to know they’d be killed and turned into THAT!?”

“Are you so closed off you don’t see the world you live in anymore!?”

Kamado argues with Irida and Adman, he didn’t think this would happen.

“Enough! We need to take ever safety precaution we have. Zoroarks are dangerous, we won’t know who’s one until they slip up.”

Cyllene quickly takes over the situation.

“Lock down the village and get everyone inside this building state!”

“Yes ma’am!” Galaxy guards run out to round everyone up, alarms are being signaled and the lock down commences.

Hours into the lock down, well into the next morning, everything seems fine.

Kamado spent most of it dealing with the villagers, ignoring the harsh glares being sent his way by the other leaders, Cyllene, and Laventon.

His mind only replaying what happened yesterday.

You couldn’t be dead…could you? Though why else would a pack of zoroarks come to his village? They always stay in the Icelands.

The realization that he had a hand in your demise, seeing a ghostly you, so angry at him.

It made his heart sink.

The commander does his best to make sure that side door stays locked up tight. He always checks to make sure it stays that way, in fear it’ll open and you’ll be standing there, ready to finish the job.

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With food secured and their mother’s actions done, the pack heads back to their den.

The alpha lets out a soft coo at the sight of you playing with the other pups.

“Oh! Welcome back.”

You holy in surprise when each Zoroark drops human food by you.

“Is that what y’all left for?”

You look at them confused as she nudges you towards it.

“Well, thank you!” You gave some of them some pets before eating some of the food.

Looking over to the mother of the pack you chuckle.

“I was wondering where my scarf went, though you can keep it, it matches you!”

Your chuckle turns into a laugh as she licks your face, fully trying to give you a bath.

Maybe staying here won’t be so bad.

Well its been a million years since I had something to post BUT THEN....

I got this lovely, lovely soft Five and Elliott art. Thank you SO SO MUCH @theboywantscoffee for commissioning this from the utterly talented @antia-calviz ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I love this so much its giving me all the feels. The last panel? Where Five clutches at the blanket? Its so perfect😭😭😭😭

And...and I wrote a drabble to go with it if y'all want to clicky below -

A slight snore from the alien on his couch grabbed Elliott’s attention. He decided that the prudent course would be to walk on by. After all, the alien - Five, he wanted to be called for some unknown reason - had threatened to melt his brain only hours before. And if there was anything that Elliott knew to be true, it was don’t mess with aliens.  

Then, a small shiver ran through the alien’s form. Elliott startled for a second, but only one. Somewhere deep in his brain, he noted that shivering was a very... human thing to do. Something that any human boy would do. 

Any very cold and exhausted human boy.

A sudden pang of sympathy, followed by a stronger pang of empathy ran through Elliott. 

Five was alone. Elliott certainly knew what that felt like. The day his wife left… he didn’t think he would ever get over the emptiness.  

In a fit of bravado, Elliott put down his coffee and grabbed a blanket off the nearby chair. Gingerly, he draped it over Five’s shoulders. He stepped back quietly and paused, waiting for a reaction, but there was none. 

Grabbing his coffee, Elliott smiled slightly as he tiptoed away.  

He knew his wife would never come back. No, that was a dream long dead. But perhaps, just perhaps, this was a chance for Elliott to help another lonely traveller - the alien, the boy, Five -  to find his family. 

FORGET ME NOT !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND DEATH !

A/N: 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL !

A sensitive child is what your parents described you when people would ask why you were so quiet all the time, not interacting with anyone. You knew there was something wrong with you, a headache formed whenever someone around you would magically agree to what you asked them to do for you.

For years on end, you've hated yourself, hating yourself for why you were different yet you didn't know why. You've learned how to accept but still loathe your powers, as you would call them. You never use them willingly, for the reason that agonizing headaches would come your way. For most of your life, you learned to conceal it.

You've hated yourself for years until a certain someone quite literally walked into your life. The permanent frown on his face intrigued you when he first walked into the cafe doors where you worked at.

Five met you in the cafe he often went to, he took a lunch break while on a mission, and you were the one serving him his usual order, a black coffee. You were new to the job, it was his first time seeing you but he knew then and there that he had to get to know you more. So he did, he went to the cafe more than usual, he made small talk with you; he complimented the coffee you gave him, even though it was regular black coffee. He used his free time to see you.

There was something in you that immediately attracted him. He didn't know what it was, but he enjoyed it. For the first time in years, he let himself choose what's best for him and not what's best for others. What's best for him is you. He made an impact on you, and by the time he went to your workplace daily, you had mustered up enough courage to ask him on a date.

One date turned into a second date and the second date turned into the third, and so on. Those dates were still in routine by the time Five had married you. Five is a romantic at heart, and he won't let you to even lift a pinky. He worships the ground you walk on, he worships everything you have.

Initially, Five thought your powers were shocking, you knew well that he was similar to you. He, himself packed his powers and secrets. He once doubted you, thinking that you'd use your abilities on him, causing him to be extremely affected by you. He brushed those feelings off, knowing that you wouldn't do such things.

A loud noise interrupted the telenovela you were watching on the television. Your eyes glanced over to Five's sleeping frame, his mouth is slightly agape from being tired at his job, and his head laid on your lap. You smiled contently at him, he looked at peace whenever he slept. One of the endless things you loved about him. Five would admit that he slept better when you're near, something he couldn't explain why.

Your mind wandered back to the noise, most likely another mission the Temps Commission gave him. His job wasn't a hindrance to your relationship with him. Sure, it was terrifying that Five went home after killing a person, but it didn't make you love him less. At first, Five tried to keep it a secret from you, but he gave up by the time you had your suspicions about him.

After quietly and carefully slipping out of Five's warmth, you made your way toward the noise. Presumably, the bathroom, where Five would acknowledge his missions that the Commission would give him. It was a daily recurrence, a daily routine if you will. Before he leaves the door, he kisses you goodbye. You decided to reside at home while he works hard outside, the pay was good enough to give you both a comfortable life.

You opened the secret compartment that revealed the pipeline, a sight Five never wanted you to see. His job was difficult and gruesome, he never wanted to involve you in it. That's why he never wore a wedding band whenever he was out. He asked you if you were okay with it, of course. Five never wanted to hurt you in any way. The Temps Commission didn't know he had a partner, let alone Five being married.

Your eyes scanned the small paper over and over again, the words engraved in your head as the tears fell uncontrollably, you tried to stifle your sobs, making it hard for you to breathe.

Eliminate Y/n L/n.

Five was passionate about his job, as gruesome and brutal as it was, he loved the thrill of killing people, their blood splattering his face after he pulled the trigger on his gun. You knew how much his job meant to him, and you weren't about to ruin it for him. It didn't matter if it meant that your life needed to be taken away.

A few minutes after composing yourself and putting the paper back where it was, you made your way toward the wall that was decorated with both of your pictures. One with Five having the widest smile on his face, the day of your wedding day. One with Five's arm wrapped around your body, an adoring glint on his face as he watched you pose for the camera. Lastly, one with Five pressing a kiss to your lips.

All with different locations, all with different memories but they all had one thing in common, love was in Five's eyes in every picture. A hand slapped over your face, attempting to stop your loud sobs from slipping and waking Five from his sleep on the couch, the telenovela you were watching earlier was still playing.

With a shaky hand, you took the pictures with yourself in it, one by one. Leaving the wall empty, only blank picture frames were left, waiting to be filled with new pictures, new memories. The next minutes passed by, consisting of you taking everything that would show signs that Five had a special someone, even going to far lengths such as taking his wedding band that matched yours.

A headache gradually formed as your tears slipped freely, the pain of leaving Five was all too much for you. The moment you got the message, you already knew what you had to do. For you to erase yourself in Five's memories. It was as if you hadn't existed in Five's world, up until he reads the message the Commission gave him.

Your body slowly made its way to the couch Five slept on, still as peaceful as ever. You took a good look at him, the last time you'll see him before you wipe his memories. Your fingers brushed the stray hairs on his face, your index finger planted right in the middle of his forehead, your powers doing their job in wiping what Five remembered you by.

A quiet sob left your lips, careful not to wake Five up. A few seconds passed, and you've done your job, what's left is for Five to do his. You watched him one last time, he stirred in his sleep, muttering words you couldn't hear from where you stood. By the time you've left the front doors and stood still on his porch, you let yourself be free, crying your heart out, using one of the pillars for support.

A sigh left your lips as you glanced over to the watch placed on the counter, 30 minutes left till you were allowed to tidy up and leave the job to go back to the comfort of your home. There were no employees or customers around, your normal work partner had an emergency to tend to, causing you to be alone. It had been days since you left Five, waiting for him to take your life. Normally for Five, he did his job as fast as he got them, but this time, he had an itching feeling that he had to postpone this mission.

The sound of the bell chiming on top of the door interrupted your thoughts, you looked over to the door, a fake smile on your face as a habit. The fake smile on your face faltered quickly as you saw who it was, Five Hargreeves in all his glory. Similarly to the first time, he met you with a scowl on his face, his posture straight as a ruler.

“Hello, Sir. Welcome to Expresso Express, what would you like to order?” A grin on your face, a grin that was too cheery for Five.

His eyes flicked over to your name tag, the words Y/n L/n were engraved in. His hand entered the inside of his suit, obviously taking something out of it, presumably a gun. You weren't afraid to die, you were afraid of who would be the cause of your death. His hand appeared from his suit, sure enough, there was a pistol in his rough, calloused right hand.

Before you could react, a bullet inside the pistol went right through your head. At the same time, as the hot metal pierced your skin, Five was baffled. Memories came rushing through his head, all of them with your body, all of them with your smile, all of them with your laugh, all of them with you. Memories that weren't there before, memories that felt unfamiliar but familiar at the same time.

The moment he realized what he had done, your blood was now splattered on the counter and over his cheeks as well as his newly washed suit. His tears subconsciously rolled down his cheeks, mixing with your crimson-colored blood.

He had killed the very reason he woke up in the morning. He had killed the very reason he slept peacefully after suffering for years with insomnia. He had killed the person he loved more than anyone or anything else. He had killed the person he was willing to be selfless for. He had killed you.

He jumped up the counter to hold you. He didn't care how his newly washed suit got stained with your blood. He didn't care how dirty his skin would feel after you blood had dried up. He didn't care how loud he sounded as he called for you, knowing you wouldn't respond.

Five meant every word he had said at the wedding, till death do us part.

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Hello (*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ here to request some thorin x reader where the reader is a dragon trainer ? She lived with dragons since young and Smaug was actually her familiar/partner before, now she is trying to help the Dwarves get their home

Hello!! This is such a cool idea and it makes me want to watch How to Train Your Dragon...

Edit: I just now realized this was supposed to be a Thorin x reader... And I wrote just a Company x reader.. I’m so sorry!

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it!

“So you work with…Dragons,” Balin was carefully wording his sentences, in hopes of not offending you, nor his kin that he knew were listening very closely as he sat across from you. The fire crackled in the background and it reminded you of teaching the young drakes to control their fire in terms of intensity and range.

You had yet to sign the contract, wanting to read every bit of it thoroughly. As you told Gandalf, if there were any bits of information regarding killing or hurting Smaug, you would not sign it and you wouldn’t join in on their mission. 

Looking up from the parchment, you gave him a smile. “I do,” You encouraged, putting a finger where you were last reading so you could continue in a moment. 

“Do you know of Dragon Trainers, Sir Balin?” You inquired, tilting your head. 

“I’m afraid I do not,” Balin chuckled nervously to which you nodded in understanding. 

“I know Smaug had hurt you all severely, and for that, I am forever sorry,” You began, “But please know, that not all dragons are like him. He lost his way,” You sighed, looking back down at the paper. 

“How do you know he lost his way?” 

“I once worked with him, when he was younger.” You realized you now had an audience. The entire Company now hovering in the doorway, trying to not look so suspicious. 

“His former trainer died from old age, and he was heartbroken, he barely got up to hunt or make a small hoard, so they gave him to me to work with,” You began to tell his story, remembering play fighting with the small drake, taking him to get treats whenever he did exceptionally well during training. 

He transformed in front of your eyes. No longer was he the depressed dragon that he came to you as, he was kind and playful, courteous and passionate. Not this greedy, murderous, vicious beast that the world saw him as.

“And what happened?” Balin seemed very interested, wanting to know how he went from being in something akin to a dragon’s camp to rampaging his home. 

“We aren’t entirely sure,” You shook your head, “But the elder trainers think that it had to do with the unearthing of the Dragon Stone, or what most called it, the Arkenstone.” 

It felt like the world was put on pause as Balin stared at you in horror. 

“It’s a magnificent jewel, yes,” You nodded, “Beautiful and vibrant, glowing on its own. But it also has magic within it,” You explained. Pausing to put the quill where your finger was so you could grab your book out of your bag. 

“See here,” You flipped the pages rapidly to get to where you had put a placeholder before. The Arkenstone was drawn in the center, glowing bright, with dragons lined up behind it. 

“For some reason, the magic within it causes unfathomable greed in mankind, but for dragons, it sparks undeniable rage that is only calmed whenever the dragons are near it. Like some sort of drug,” You explained, “We haven’t ever been able to have a dragon near one without it causing them to go feral.”

“So you think when the Arkenstone was found and put in King Thror’s throne-”

“It was a beacon to dragons to come take it,” You finished Kili’s sentence as he approached the two of you.

“I don’t know if that’s the exact reason he did what he did, and nothing can excuse the hell he rained down on you all,” You looked over to them. 

“What Smaug did was terrible, and I understand that you want his head on a pedestal,” You focused on Thorin, eyes pleading. 

“Just let me help get you your homeland back. I can get him out safely and take him so he can go back to the far north so our elders can work with him.” 

“How do you know he’ll go with you?” Ori piped in, looking concerned. 

“I am a dragon trainer, and since he has left and done this, well, we’ve trained in how to deal with dragons that are falling to Dragon Stone magic.” 

“Bilbo can help me get the stone away from Smaug,” You looked at the newly contracted burglar with a grin, “And once it’s out of sight and covered, the magic effects should wear off and he should come to his senses.” 

Thorin sighed deeply through his nose before approaching. 

“We will trust what you can do, Lady Dragon Trainer.” 

“Thorin-” Dwalin opened his mouth to argue but Thorin shook his head. 

“Gandalf believes in what she can do, and if this can end with little bloodshed…” Thorin paused, recalling all of his kin screaming as dragon-fire exploded through the kingdom walls. Thousands of their military were wiped out within seconds. 

“Then I will gratefully take the opportunity.” 

“You won’t regret it, Thorin,” You bowed your head in thanks before resuming reading the contract, nerves twisting in your stomach. You had a long journey ahead of you. 

If you wanna know what Ive been doing on and off for like 2 months, here ya go.

Unbrideled Chaos, no braincells, just anger.

Also featuring Isla by @faestorian and Lani by @cecilioque

Pokehybrid PMD AU

● You woke up in a strange place. Two people were hovering above you, attempting to stir you from your slumber. At first, they seemed like normal people, but as your mind willed you to focus, you noticed the oddities of their forms. They were nearly identical, excluding their inhuman features. One has frightening glowing yellow eyes, while the other had strange fish-like red eyes. Ghastly flames wisped from the body of the one dressed in black, while the one in white floated just above the ground with his floppy eel tail.

○ “Ah! You're awake at last! Are you feeling alright? How did you come to be unconscious here?” The eerie voice of the one in black haunted you, it sounded beautifully melodic despite just being him talking. How had you ended up here? Where has here? Then, it hit you. Who were you? You knew your name, but nothing else. You blanked entirely. “I don't know…” you tell them with a trembling tone. The one in white shifts into a concerned expression, “I am sorry to hear that. Who are you? What kind of pokemon are you? Your features aren't obvious at all.” You explain that you're a human, which makes them tilt their heads. It's not long before you're brought onto some kind of cart and driven on a rudimentary rail system to a nearby settlement.

🌑 It's there you're taken to a tired-looking Alolan Persian hybrid, who sighs when the two drop you off in front of him. The twins, Ingo, and Emmet as they had introduced themselves, explained that everyone was a pokemon hybrid in this world (They were Chandelure and Eelektross hybrids respectively) and that you likely were one, too. You just experienced some sort of memory loss. Nanu, the apparent police authority of the settlement, took a long, deep look at you. He shook his head, “Never seen someone like this. They appear to have no traits, either.” You were terrified, but he just spoke again with an exasperated tone, “You're free to stay here. There's an abandoned home over on the outskirts of the settlement. Feel free to it as yours.” You thanked him and moved to find it.

♤ You settled into your new home, struggling to figure out how you came to exist in such a strange place. Your memories were much too obscured to help you any, but you tried. You wandered around the settlement in an attempt to gain further information. Unfortunately, no one seemed to know anything. You were intrigued by the local game man, a Liepard hybrid named Grimsley. His tail swished as he watched people play his games with mild intrigue. You watched from afar. An azure eye turned to look at you. You gave an awkward smile, to which he motioned you forward. “I have no money to bet, sorry,” you explained. He shook his head and pulled a coin out. “Ah, well, that's fine. Head or tails?” The feline man asked. Was he serious? “Neither.” He snickered. He flipped it into the air, and you watched as it disappeared from sight. “Correct,” Grimsley grinned and pushed a reasonable amount of cash across the table, “Your winnings.”

⭐️ Grimsley pointed you to an odd lore keeper that lived just outside of the settlement for information. The minute you walked through the door, grey eyes harshly peered at you. Blood hair messily pulled back into a bun while a scroll was rolled out before him. Pure white feathers hung beautifully across his wings. “A human? How strange,” he comments, head resting in his hand, “I presume you're here wanting to know who you are? Yes, I've heard about the strange featureless hybrid running around.” You were terrified as he explained that humans were essentially extinct in this world, and that you were likely to be the only one in existence. “Do be careful. Those who know of humans also know that they are capable of mating with any hybrid.” His gaze felt all the more intense at those words.

☄️ It was in a desperation for work that you met the stoic Weavile hybrid, Cyrus. He ran a local guild for exploration teams, but was noted as a harsh, demanding boss with a strange uniform for his underlings. He gave you a strange glance as he passed you hanging around his guild headquarters. You quickly darted away, feeling nervous from the warning Volo had given you. Cyrus could only ponder why you run. Ultimately, however, he decided that he didn't care.

□ A weird rescue team leader was seen hanging around town with a small gang of members following him around. The Golisopod hybrid was big and foreboding, but actually seemed to be goofier and softer when you observed him with the members. You figured he'd be a better option to get out there than Cyrus, feeling intimidated by him still. Guzma, his name, crossed his arms with a smug grin on his lips. “Of course, you can join,” his voice was followed by some laughter, “Gotta pass the test of courage, though. Bring a green gummi from the deep area in Dusk Woods. Then I'll let you join.”

● This brought you back to the twins for a ride and travel guide to the location. Both looked at each other before Emmet shook his head. Ingo spoke to explain their denial, “Humans are so fragile in comparison to humans. Volo explained this to us, and we don't feel it in good conscience to let you travel.” You huffed and decided to find your own way. Since they were going to be that way.

□ Somehow, you managed to get through the dungeon despite the attacks of wild, irate pokemon and hybrids who felt your presence unwelcome. Picking the requested item, you struggled your way back to your settlement. Upon delivering it to Guzma, he nodded. You were in. A badge was given to you alongside some easier grunt work requests. A flow of income was a nice bonus, even if it was taxed by Guzma.

♡ Which led to you deciding to play a proper game with Grimsley in return for his previous kindness. As you played the strange card game, he stared at you with curious eyes. Somehow, you managed to win despite not exactly understanding the rules. “You're playing riskier games than I, friend,” he commented while paying out your prize, “Eyes are on you from all angles. Don't you feel them? A birdie let something out about humans.” You swallowed dryly and thanked him for the game.

🌑 You screamed as an unknown hybrid tried to grab you. It was late, and you had just got back in from a mission. Before a hand could even make contact with you, a clawed hand used a move on the attacker. Lazy, crimson eyes meet yours with a slight turn. “Be more careful,” he warns, “You've heard the rumours, right? Please be aware that you're wanted by a lot of desperate hybrids now. Let me walk you home.” He walked off in the direction of your house. You followed without hesitation.

⭐️ You confronted Volo on all of his terrible actions, but he just shrugged. “I didn't let it out. People came here to learn about humans and ended up reading about it,” he explains, holding out the leather-bound book to you, “I don't restrict the flow of information.” You take the book from his and read through the pages. He continues deciphering an ancient scroll on his desk. “You're welcome to stay with me if you feel threatened,” he offers as you go to leave, “I'm more powerful than I appear.” You just nod before exiting the hut. It probably wouldn't hurt to get a roommate.

□ Guzma grumbled as you brought him to your home. He agreed to help you out after you explained the situation. Apparently, he caught someone creeping and had decided to make a “first impression”. You sat beside him while tending to a wound you had got from a journey. “You know, it might be safer if you don't go on missions. Especially alone. I know you're capable, but I worry,” he admits. You gaze at him. “Ah, forget about it. You are capable, I trust you," he trips over himself, “I'm willing to travel with you, though. Don't forget it. The big, bad boss is offering you his services.” You may just have to take him up on that.

○ The next time you go on a request, you bring Guzma along. Suddenly, the twins were okay with relenting it. The cart moved, you felt a hand come on your shoulder. Emmet cooed at you. “You know, my brother and I would help you if you need it,” his voice was soft and genuine, “Actually, we had wanted to invite you to live with us before Nanu offered you your home.” You stared at the Eelektross hybrid. Maybe? You felt like there was a reason to keep journeying, however. After that feeling faded, though, you may consider it.

After a brutal attack that had you under the settlement's doctor's watch, sooner came rather than later. You debated who you'd want to have help and watch over you while you recovered.

You pick…