LeenuKeath's stuff

I have no idea what I'll be making next So enjoy the current crop while it lasts

[leenukeathstuff]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 2 of TSOBITW

Occam's new tenant does not agree to its new living conditions, two people are sent in to clean up the mess.

(For the people who may be a little squeamish, please check out the tags and the warnings at the top of the fic before reading, thank you)

[theladychonchon]

OotB new drop!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[leenukeath]

Memory's Thorns - Chapter 1

A young preceptor named Hilton Bentley meets king Baldwin during a congress of scientists and researchers. Little does he know that this first step is the one leading him down a path of doom.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This resurrected WIP from 3 years ago started off as a simple BigWin meet cute but escaped my control and turned into me creating Bigby's origin story.

Please do check all the tags before reading.

The rest of the chapters will be released in the coming days.

Hope you enjoy ^^

[leenukeath]

Childhood treasure

It was such a little thing. A bunch of old fabrics sewn together and barely holding with singed threads, yet something in it made the still young Bounty Hunter kneel down and pick it up.

A burned house, a grisly sight that dated a few days ago, the embers had turned to coals and the ashes had already been scattered by the winds. Many footsteps in the burnt floorboards, people had been there after the act.

The old rabbit plush had been spared ironically by ending up in an old pot over the chimney, singed but still salvageable. The question now was if its owner was still around to lay claim to it. Tardif sighed, there was little chance a child could survive a house burning, and even if they had escaped these woods were too dangerous for anyone without strong survival instincts and knowledge, whoever this toy belonged to, they were probably gone by now.

He should have thrown the thing away and gone back on his way but something stilled his hand, instead coaxing him to shove the sad burnt thing in his knapsack and take it with him. He figured maybe he would find a child who would want it later. A few days later when resting at an inn, he pulled it out again, examining the burn spots and pulling out his sewing kit. One of his old shirts that was too ragged to be used was cleanly cut to patch up the various holes making it look somewhat less miserable. A thorough wash in the bassin with some soap rinced away the soot and dark patches, leaving a somewhat less grimy looking but still lovingly used bunny. He hated to admit it but he was starting to get attached to it.

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It never left his knapsack, Tardif would never be able to live with the shame of being caught with a plush toy in his possession but the rabbit in his bag had become a somewhat soothing presence in his life, a thing to hold and let witness his less dignified moments of weakness. For a lone fighter like him, the presence was welcome, even if it was only with eyes of threads.

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It was in that damned estate that he thought he was finally going to break. His will thrown against the walls of horrors they were constantly being submitted to alongside the threat of death made the facade of strength harder to keep up with each day. His secret possession in his bag beneath his bunk felt more and more important to anchor himself to this reality.

Then one day Missandei mentionned the forest she used to live in, and the fire. When asked about it, she spoke about how she had to run away when she was barely eight, holding her father's crossbow that she had had to trade for her dear rabbit… He knew he had found her, that he should give her what was rightfully hers back, but it tore his heart as well. His precious companion taken away from him, who would he allow to see his tears now?

Yet the thought of a child forced to grow into a killer much too fast, faster than even he had to made him reconsider. And the next day he brought her a box containing their little treasure of fabric and stuffing. "You made her a little outfit?!" exclaimed Missandei when she picked it up, examining the cautiously sewn together pullover on the plush rabbit. Tardif nervously rubbed the back of his neck: "Well it was such a sad thing when I found it… figured I'd make it less miserable."

Missandei happily took her rabbit back, to Tardif's slight chagrin, but her genuine happiness in the following days was a slight ray of light in the darkness of this world. She made sure to spend as much time as she could with the usually reserved Bounty Hunter, to his reluctant appreciation, and sometimes came back to him asking for help with repairs and weapon maintenance. Tardif may have lost a dear trinket, but had gained a friend, the rarest reward he had ever been blessed with.

[leenukeathstuff]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

First chapter of my newest fic: The Shape of Blood in the Water

Mick Mundy has been a janitor for over ten years at the Occam Aerospace Research Center. The job is mundane but he puts a point of honor at being a bloody professional at what he does. So what if he can't speak like the others? He's always been like this and managed fine so far.

Then one day, an "Asset" is brought in one of the labs, turning his entire life around.

- A retelling of "The Shape of Water" with the TF2 characters -

An extremely self indulgent project that has brought back some of my old writing passion. Does it make sense? Absolutely not! Am I having fun writing this? You bet your ass!

I’d also like to thank @theladychonchon for her own story “Out of the Blue” that partially inspired me to toss my hat in the story ring and come up with this project. (Léon remains the cutest Tentaspy I’ve seen yet ^^)

[leenukeathstuff]

Making a sideblog

Considering my main blog is full of the randomness I cherish, I figured a sideblog would be better suited for posting exclusively my creative works (mostly writing though I may attempt a few drawings here and there).

So... welcome to my pile of stuff!