so i heard you plan to write for hollow knight, welcome to the hivemind, my friend, i give out free cookies to each new member. đŞđŞđŞ
i was wondering if you could write for hornet x a tarantula hawk wasp reader, who tends to be mute warrior most of the time, but speaks to tell hornet that they love her?
regardless of your answer, thank you for your time.
Thank you! Glad to be part of the hivemind haha
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It seemed so long ago when you first clashed needles with Hornet. Like a distant memory.
You've come to Hallownest in search of challenges and triumphs.
Hailing from a wasp tribe who's been at war with tarantulas for many years, size didn't matter. You've fought opponents twice, or even thrice your physique, living by the mantra "the bigger they are, the harder they fall".
When confronting giants such as the Moss Chargers of Greenpath, you were eager to trim away their disguises and discover the cowardly little squibs they truly were, striking them down before they could retreat underground.
Unbeknownst to you, Hornet would spy on you from time to time, studying your fighting tactics as close as she could without being spotted. She observed your epic battle with the Massive Moss Charger, watching you slay the beast like it was nothing.
Were you a threat? Surely, you must be. Why else would you come down to Hallownest so willingly with a needle wrapped in tarantula bristles? And a fang strapped to your back as a momentum of your deeds? What was your purpose here? Were you truly ready to confront and accept the horrors that lied deep within this desolate kingdom?
The only way she could know for sure was by engaging you in a fight, and very quickly she realizes how strong you were, using your wings as an advantage. She tried to ground you, but to no avail. It's almost like you could predict her every movement.
Just when you could have easily killed her, needle at her throat, she's fortunate enough to learn you were bound by honor, sparing her life. Then you simply bow your head before leaping away to who-knows-where.
She swears she heard your quiet giggling as you ascended the canopy, as though you saw that duel as a game.
But that day, Hornet learns you're just like her. Trying to survive in these ruins, unafflicted by the infection. You weren't a threat.
At some point, she found herself crossing paths with you again and again. Almost like clockwork. Soon the surprise duels turn into casual sparring matches, and when either of you needed rest, the benches and swims in the soul springs evoked discussions about the Knight, the temple, the Dreamers...and whatever else came to mind.
But they were mainly one-sided, with her doing most of the talking--while you chime in with the occasional hum, grunt, wingbeat, or gesture. Anything that kept the conversation going.
She opens up to you more than she's willing to admit, and as time goes on she starts to see you as a friend. An ally who's got her back.
You like charging into battle, while her nimble and agile-self allows her to be nearly untouched. So when you return from fighting the Mantis Lords, you try sharing your triumph in earning their respect through expressive storytelling...but Hornet knows you're hurting and lightly scolds you when you hiss in pain thereafter, tending to your wounds.
Eventually, your friendship/alliance becomes something more. A feeling of deep connectedness buzzing in your souls. But so far both of you have mistaken that for overprotectiveness, a bond forged through your warrior code.
You're unsure if it would be anything more than that...until the night you both went into Deepnest, with her trusting you enough to show Herrah's current resting place--only for a Nosk to lead you straight into its lair, using her as a facade.
You find it odd she wasn't talking, but you only assumed that because the subject of her mother was a rather sensitive one.....but after seeing the webbed-up husks, you knew you had been tricked and draw your needle.
When the Nosk realizes you could see through their guise, a horrible shriek fills the air as grotesque wings sprout from its back, allowing it to take flight.
But you could fly, too, and you cut it down in one swing, permanently grounding the beast before driving your weapon through it's infected heart, taking cover as it screamed and bled orange acid. Once again, you've exposed a "mighty" and "deadly" creature for the pathetic wriggling thing it really was.
After it explodes, all that remains is the cracked shell of Hornet that rolls to a stop at your feet, but you smash it to pieces.
The real Hornet calls for you from afar, and you turn to see her rushing into the lair, looking panicked as she holds your prized fang in her hands.
It must've fell when the Nosk led you astray, and after hearing the explosion, she feared that you got caught in it and....and.....
Yet when she realizes you're hurt, but alive, all formalities go out the window as she shakily sets the fang down, lunging to hug you tightly.
You're in shock at her actions, and before you can properly react, she suddenly backs off, coughing nervously. "Ah..s-sorry. I..don't know what came over me." She huffs, collecting herself. "When I say "trust no one except yourself", I meant it. Now come on. It's this way-"
However, when she turns around, you take her hand into yours unexpectedly, and she looks back at you in bewilderment. She didn't let go despite her confusion.
"[Y/n]? What are you...?"
Then you gently bump masks with her, and before she can question you further, a small whisper leaves your mouth.
A simple and quiet profession that carried a great weight and a great risk (but you knew that, as you've been a risk-taker all your life).
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Bugman and absolutely feral centipede hybrid darling- Darling breaks into Bugman's family home on a night when it decides to visit for something to eat - sniffing out the stockpiles of meat their "family" keeps on the property. Bugman, seeing this aggressive bastard trying to bite one of their family members, immediately has heart eyes for them - recognizing the fact they are a humanoid centipede down to their species. It woos their future spouse with meat and gentle praises.... Honestly it's mostly the meat, but it's the thought that counts.
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[Screams can be heard from the kitchen as Bugman walks down the hall leading to the dining space]
Bugman: What is all this commotion?.... Hm?
[Bugman peaks around the kitchen table - Centipede Darling attempting to bite through the wood spoon lodged between their pincers as they pin a cultist to the floor. Bugman briefly makes eye contact with the cultist before picking up a discarded slab of meat on the floor.]
Bugman: Here. This is what you want, is it not? Please do not harm my family...
[Centipede Darling sniffs at the air, crawling off the cultist towards Bug. They snatch the meat from them - sitting at its feet they munch on the raw steak.]
Bugman - star in their eyes: [whispers softly] You are.... beautiful.
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Bugman, leading Centipede Darling on a leash: Brothers.....Sisters.....Siblings....This is my partner, Y/n. I advise you keep an arms distance with them. They do tend to bite.
[Centipede Darling leans closer to Bugman - every cult on edge and some even clutching the knives beneath their robes as Darling opens their mouth. Darling instead licks Bugman's cheek slowly]
Bugman, face flushed a soft pink: I appreciate the display of affection, but please - not into front of family.
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[Bugman walks out of museum it volunteers at, chatting with another employee as they head down the steps.]
"C'mon, dude- it's just one party. You'll never find a partner if all you do is go home afterwards."
Bugman: On the contrary, I've already found a suitable mate for myself. Also, I ask you not to call me that. My name is Bug.....Oh. There my spouse is now.
[Bugman speed walks over to Centipede Darling, wearing a cultist's robe to hide their tail. Darling picks Bug up and walks off - the other worker catching a glimpse of reader's tail as they leave.]
I have just gone through and edited all chapters of stones, adding in and taking away and updating details, making notes on everything, and I'm now on the next chapters...so send me you predictions for Bug in the next few chapters?
The Stones Will Remember - Characters backstories: Bug, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Iris Maximoff, Lizzy Mackenzie, Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal.
đBugđ
Known as Bug, or LadyBug, given to R by Lizzy when they were kids, and it stuck. Wanda and Nat also call her Bug, or Little Bug, or Ladybird. Affectionate terms that make Bug feel safe.
Bug is 24 years old.
Grew up with her mother, father and sister Julia.
Complicated relationship with her mother, whose love was conditional, and her father and sister, who were both abusive.
Bug has no contact with her father.
A masterâs student in genealogy, family history and historical research just moved into university housing after living with Wanda and Natasha over the summer.
Speaks, writes and reads fluent Scots Gaelic
Bug is unknowingly autistic but knows something is different about her.
She is soft-spoken, deeply observant, and endlessly kind, but at the same time she is haunted by the instinct to hide her emotions. She craves safety, belonging, yet struggles to believe she deserve any of that.
Bug also tends to keep herself to herself and finds it hard to trust in other people.
Memory problems due to trauma.
Femme lesbian, but it takes her a while to work that one out.
Bugs neurodivergent traits include; highly sensitive to sensory inputs, such as textures, sound, lights. Often overwhelmed but tried hard not to show it by masking. Sometimes that will come out in angry outbursts. Hyper focus. Hyperfixations. Bug uses gentle routines, softness and small comforts (silky, Eeyore, sucking her thumb, paci) to self-soothe.
The death of Bugs grandmother three years ago left and unexpected hole in her life, the only family member who gave her unconditional love and taught her about old Celtic traditions, and showed her what a love history could be.
Walking away from Christopher, Bugs' current boyfriend, terrifies her, despite knowing the way he treats her is so very wrong. Bug just doesnât know how to leave.
When Bug finally reaches the warmth of safety at Wanda and Nats, she doesnât know it, but they both see all the things no one else does, especially Natasha. They see under the mask, despite Bug continuing to exhaust and burn herself out every second of the day.
Bug finds herself being cared for for the first time in her life. Something warm and gentle, and in turn, she has feelings for two people that she never expected. Wanda and Natasha.
Bug is a gentle, soft, kind-hearted woman. She loves deeply and cares passionately. Sometimes a little naive, despite her traumatic past, she still expects the same kindness from others that she gives out and has to learn to protect herself but not to shut herself off from the world or those who care deeply about her.
⨠Wanda Maximoff â¨
Known as Wanda, also as Wands or idiot, or Professor Maximoff, or if itâs Natasha talking to her, sheâll call her 'moya ideal'naya lyubov' or 'moya lyubov' or any other term of endearment, usually in Russian.
Age: 38
Femme Lesbian
Polyamorous
Married to Natasha Romanoff for five years.
Wanda has 2 jobs.
She is a respected historian with a PhD in early modern history, specialising in witch trials and the persecution of women in the 16thâ18th centuries.
Her PhD focussed on the persecution of witches (women), which was the seed for writing her current academic book.
Students want to sign up for Wandaâs classes; they all say her classes are spellbinding, and people have to sign up early to even get a place.
Her courses are notoriously popularâpartly because of her gift for making history feel alive, as well as for Natasha.
Wanda owns the Scarlet Witch Cafe, and her friend Agatha Harkness helps to run it. Itâs quirky; itâs not just a cafe but also an enchanting shop, specialising in antiques from the 16thâ18th centuries, witchcraft-related objects, and historical curiosities.
Agatha runs it four days a week. Wanda runs it on a Friday; they switch round every Saturday, and itâs closed on SundaysâWanda helps to curate pieces and research provenance.
It has a reputation for being witchy, warm, and a little otherworldly, smelling of sage, old books, and herbal tea.
Wanda thrives in the duality of academics and the scarlet witch cafe.
In the lecture hall, sheâs Dr. Maximoff, sharp, in charge, articulate, and inspiring.
In the shop, sheâs just Wandaâgentle, curious, and deeply human.
Wanda took in her 8-year-old cousin Iris when Irisâs parents abandoned her. There was no question in Wandaâs mind about taking her in and taking care of her.
Everything Wanda does â her lecturing, researching, curating, and writing â it all revolves around memory and giving voice to the forgotten. Itâs why sheâs drawn to lost histories, and why she instinctively wants Bugsâ voice to never go unheard.
đ¸ Natasha Romanoff đ¸
Goes by Natasha, Professor Romanoff, Miss Romanoff, Maâam, Natty, Nat, Nato, detka or moya milaya by Wanda.
Age: 42
Doesnât label her sexuality per say, just knows who she loves.
Polyamorous
Natasha speaks fluent Russian.
Natasha has a sister, Yelena Belova, whom Nat hasnât seen in years.
Yelena comes back into her life when Bug moves into university and Yelena lives below her.
Yelena has a girlfriendâKate Bishop. Kate thought Yelena was an only child; she had no idea about Natasha.
And neither Nat or Yelena are too willing to talk about it.
Natashaâs past is heavy. She used to work for MI6 as a field operative (British intelligence) throughout her 20s and early 30s.
She left after a mission went sidewaysânot in a broken, traumatic way it was more in a way that she had gotten to a point where she had seen too much, too much death, hurt and trauma. Enough was enough and she wanted to choose a different kind of life.
After leaving MI6, Natasha wanted to settle down somewhere peaceful, calm, and meaningful. Out of all the places she could have chosen, she moved onto the same street as none other than Wanda Maximoff.
Now settled into a life and home with her wife in a small town.
Natasha owns and curates her own art history gallery, collecting and selling historical pieces that date as far back as the 1200s, a lot of art about accused witches.
The gallery itself has become her everyday focus, her pride, and her way of keeping history alive through tangible art. She blends her sharp mind and her MI6-trained eye for detail with a reverence for preservation and authenticity. Itâs not just a love, but she needs it to keep her mind alive in a particular way.
Natasha isnât just a one job person. She also built a thriving boudoir photography business, now fully staffed and running smoothly without her daily involvement. Natasha no longer takes on new clients; she has regulars, and they keep everything ticking over nicely.
The only person Natasha personally photographs now is Wanda. Thatâs how they first met. Wanda had hired Nat to take photos. Now, Natasha captures her wife every single day, from casual moments to monthly boudoir sessions, keeping a living archive of their love and Wandaâs confidence.
Natashaâs creativity leaks into every part of her life. She is skilled at drawing, she is quietly self-conscious about her ability, never telling anyone about it, but she uses her photos of Wanda to sketch from. She will sketch Wanda in real time if they have the time.
In the corner of these drawings, she always signs with her simple truth: âMy reason for breathing.â
The gallery is Natashaâs daily work; she adores it, and Wanda is her muse.
Her MI6 background is her steady shadowâalways there, but no longer dictating her every move, but continuing to guide her in parts of her life.
Natasha is strong, and cares deeply, and if anyone hurts those she loves, they will wish theyâd never been born and her training will instinctively kick in.
â¤ď¸đ¤ Wanda & Natasha â¤ď¸đ¤
Wanda and Natasha have been married for five years.
Legally have a hyphenated name but in a professional setting they both go by their maiden names.
They have had a Polyamorous relationship twice in the past.
They were both in the BDSM circle before they even met one another.
Wanda is a Switch, leaning more to the sub side with its just the two of them, but when a third partner is introduced, she leans more into her dominant side.
Natasha is a domme, through and through.
They hold parties once a month, with all their friends from within the BDSM circle.
A few years ago the university invited Wanda to take a particular class, one that she invited Natasha to co-lecture. And she agreed.
After the classes success, Nat began guest lecturing her own class on occasion.
The two of them are known around campus as a kind of legendary duo: Wanda teaches history, while Nat occasionally gives guest lectures in historical criminology (drawing from her MI6 background).
Students pack the halls, not just for the content, but for the rare chance to see Wanda and Natâs dynamic: Wanda grounding history in beautiful compassion.
Nat grounding it in grit and survival and seeing things others donât. Itâs academic theater in the best possible way.
The class they host together exploded, it was a special seminar on âPersecution, Power, and Self-Defense in the 17th Century.â A class dedicated to the prediction of Witch craft and how women defended themselves then and how women still need to defend themselves today.
Wanda, knowing how vulnerable women accused of witchcraft had been, wanted to highlight not only the historical angle but also the practical reality: how women have always had to protect themselves.
She brought in Nat in as a guest co-instructor to demonstrate period-appropriate and modern self-defense techniques, tying them to the historical context of the class.
Due to their classes popularity, the university made it a weekly elective for masters students.
Itâs now the most sought-after course on campus.
Most Importantly through, the class is women-onlyâsomething Wanda fought for and Nat backed her on 100%. They wanted to create a safe space where women could learn, share, and connect.
They also have the same class, immediately after, for queer people who are non-binary or another label, those who donât label themselves as women and want to have that same education and safety.
Wanda brings the context and compassion, grounding everything in real womenâs lives from the past.
Nat brings the practical survival skills, showing how those same themes carry into present day.
Together, they work as a team, they give students a sense of continuity, resilience, and empowermentâa throughline from persecuted women centuries ago to women taking ownership of their safety now. Itâs a strength no one expected.
đŻď¸Wanda, Natasha & BugđŻď¸
Bug sits at the center of this messy, protective, chaotic constellation of people, each connection tethering her tighter into a found family she doesnât fully believe she deserves yet.
With Wanda
The gravitational pull, unlike anything Bug has ever felt before.
Wanda is the warmth Bug didnât know she was missing, patient, gentle, tender.
Bug orbits closer and closer without realizing, drawn in by every small kindness, every tender touch, every small act, it draws her nearer and nearer without even knowing it.
To Wanda, Bug is already hers to care for and love, even if neither of them have said it aloud yet.
With Natasha
Natasha sees everything.
She sees through Bugs mask faster than anyone else, calls her out with blunt honestyâexactly what Bug needs.
To Bug, Nat is both intimidating and mesmerizing, the kind of person she canât believe would ever stop to notice her.
Both Wanda and Nat
Nat and Wanda are both protective in their own ways.
They both have fallen hard for Bug, and both trying to avoid their feelings without even saying it out loud.
Eventually they all realise that they canât run from their feelings forever.
đĽLizzy MackenzieđĽ
LizzyMackenzie is Bugs best friend.
Goes by Lizzy to most, sometimes Elizabeth.
Age: 26
Lizzyâs life had been pretty good, that was until tragedy struck.
Just a few years ago, Lizzy lost both her parents and baby sister in a house fire. The devastation left her untethered, but instead of letting the grief consume her, she transformed it into determination. She swore sheâd fight the very thing that took her family from her, stepping into one of the most dangerous jobs out there. For Lizzy, every fire fought is personal.
Lizzy graduated top of her class in the academy. No one thought sheâd be able to do it. But she went ahead and proved every single person wrong.
In the immediate aftermath of her parents death, Lizzy moved into Wanda and Nats, at the invitation of Wanda, but Iris, wasnât happy about it.
This was the second time Bug met Wanda, she helped make food for Lizzy. Even though Bug barely remembers it, Lizzy does.
Lizzy is the reasonable one compared to Irisâs chaos, but make no mistake, Lizzy is still ride-or-die when it comes to the people she loves. Her protector instinct kicks in especially with Bug, who she treats like a little sister.
Courage is her Lizzyâs defining quality. She goes head first into burning buildings, faces chaos head-on, and refuses to let fear or others opinions dictate her life choices.
Lizzy has unwavering loyalty and protectiveness, she is someone you will always want in your corner, even when her mouth runs before her brain sometimes in that protective spirit.
Lizzy is impulsive with her words, she says whateverâs on her mind; even when the words cut. She often ends up apologising more times than she would like to, but she always does.
Something about Lizzy, she always smells like coffee, because she doesnât stop drinking it.Itâs practically stitched into her DNA. She drinks it constantly, jokes about wanting it in an IV drip, and radiates caffeine-energy like a Lorelai Gilmore.
Lizzy is Bugs protective best friend, and older sister. She may be brutally honest but she is always fiercely loving. When Bug spirals, gets overwhelmed, Lizzy is there. Sheâs not perfect, her words sometimes sting, but her love is unwavering, every time.
âď¸ Iris Maximoff âď¸
Iris is a very complicated woman.
Goes by Iris, Irish, or asshole.
Age: 25
Iris work as a wedding planner and florist, she runs her own flower shop, and she is the most popular florist in town. She specialises in both floral arrangements, and wedding decor.
Iris is a very creative person.
Iris was abandoned by her parents from a very young age.
She grew up in the foster system until the age of 8, when Wanda took her in. That changed everything for them both.
Wanda gave her stability, a home, and a chance to grow into herself.
Bug and iris first met when Iris was 14. She didnât meet Wanda for the first time until she was 18, though Bug doesnât remember meeting Wanda at all. It was only a small meeting, but still one she doesnât remember. (A hole in Beeâs memory that Wanda quietly notices but never pushes.)
Iris hates Natasha, she feels like Wanda is being taken away from her. And itâs why after her early life, that she begins to take her feelings out on everyone around her. Her jealousy, takes over her life to the point she begins pushing away those who love her the most.
Iris is a storm in human form. She is fiery and reckless, and when her jealousy takes over, she doesnât see the damage she causes to those around her.
Despite her jealousy, she would still throw herself headfirst into chaos to protect those she loves.
Iris also throws herself into the fire when it comes to her personal life, her love life, sheâs been a train wreck and itâs a cycle she doesnât seem to be able to break, and it means sheâs continuing to hurt those around herâand herself in the process.
Iris is reckless, stubborn, and avoidant of her own pain. She runs from unresolved family wounds and sometimes butts heads with Bug because of their mirrored stubborn streaks (cue Wanda or Nat stepping in as referees).
Iris, always has streaks of paint smudged somewhere on her face or hands (from her art hobby), and she smells like fresh flowers â roses, lilies, whatever sheâs been working with that day. She loves painting and Wanda had hoped sheâd bond with Natasha over it, but she refused to, despite Natashaâs efforts.
đŽ Agatha Harkness đŽ
Goes by Agatha, Aggy, the witch, lover (by Rio)
Age 38
Married to Rio Vidal for 10 years.
Agatha works both at running the scarlet witch cafe for Wanda four days a week, and when sheâs not there, her time is spent on her own work as an archaeologist.
She specializes in human remains and the untold stories buried in the earth. While Wanda is the heart of the shop, Agatha is its mystery. She the one who sources the strange, the weird, the bizarre, and the rare.
Every Friday and Saturday Agatha teaches a class in archeology, sharing what she knows to teenagers who are interested in the subject but unsure if they went to pursue it. She loves it so much that one class a month she does for free, for those who canât afford the regular twice a week classes.
Agatha is her canon self through and through: sly, mischievous, sharp as a knife, and unbothered by how much chaos she leaves in her wakeâ however underneath that smirk and sarcasm, thereâs an unshakable loyalty, especially toward Wanda.
Natasha is Rioâs anchor, and Agatha is Wandaâs shield, the one person outside of Iris, Lizzy, and Bug and of course Nat, who Wanda trusts with her whole heart.
Agatha has a charm that makes people trust,m her, even when they know they probably shouldnât. She always has an air of mystery about, something Bug picks up quickly.
Agatha has an incredible historical knowledge, particularly in human osteology, and an uncanny ability to read people like open books.
Where Wanda nurtures, Agatha exposes, often saying the thing others are too afraid to voice.
Agatha is one that is always oversteps, no filter and a streak of selfishness that can sometimes make her more difficult to live with.
Agatha truly struggles to let people in, the only person she really manages that with is her wife and Wanda. Her past is still gnawing at her edges. And much like Iris it means she can be cruel when she doesnât mean to be, shutting people out when they push too close.
Agathaâs mother was neglectful, cruel and nasty without a care. Wandaâs mother on the other hand was the opposite and she, became Agathaâs saving grace. Though Wandaâs mother never officially adopted her, she made sure Agatha knew that her house was also Agathaâs home. This tethered Agatha to Wanda in a way nothing else could.
Sadly tragedy struck when they were just fourteen. Wandaâs mother died when she was crushed during an earthquake. From that day forward, Agatha and Wanda clung to one another, two girls bound by grief and loyalty. Wanda being the only one, aside from Rio who could handle Agathaâs personality.
If Wanda is the warmth of The Scarlet Witch, Agatha is the storm cloud that keeps predators at bay. She balances Wandaâs softness with sharp gnarly teeth.
Agatha doesnât need to be loved by Bug, Iris, or Lizzy, but she will protect them fiercely if they matter to Wanda. Her presence in Bugâs life is likely to feel like an âauntie of chaosâ vibe: sharp jokes, unsettling truths, but also an odd sense of safety.
Agatha is certainly someone Bug quickly realises she needs in her life.
Quirky thing about Agatha is she collects creepy porcelain dolls, she claims they âwatch the house for herâ which just freaks everyone else out, so in a way the do their job. She only ever drinks chamomile tea, red wine or fizzy water. Nothing else touches her lips.
đ Rio Vidal đ
Known as Rio, death or Dr. Death, or cutie by Agatha
Age, 34
Just been diagnosed as autistic, which makes her have a pretty strong connection with Bug when they first meet.
Rio works as a Forensic Pathologist, uncovering truth that many would rather have buried. Rio is scrupulous in her work, she is driven by determination and to speak for those who canât, to speak for those who donât judge her.
Rio is her canon selfâs chaotic, fiery, unflinchingly honest, due to her bluntness linked to her autism.
Underneath it all though, lies someone who is constantly loyal and protectiveâto the point of putting herself in harms way, especially if it means shielding someone else.
Her chaos is different from others, itâs sharp, blunt, and edged with fire.
Rioâs determination and stubbornness makes her unstoppable. Once she decides something, thereâs no changing her mind. Her protectiveness borders on fierce devotion, making her both a shield and a weapon for those she cares about.
Rioâs brutal honesty can sting, even when she doesnât mean it to. She cares deeply, but she has no filter, and doesnât realise it when her words hurt others. Sometimes people need comfort, not the truth â but Rio doesnât know how to give anything else. Which is why a lot of the time Agatha has to step in, even with her own no filter brain, but Agatha knows when her words hurt, she does it with intent, Rio does not.
On a smaller, everyday level, sheâs always late. To everything. It drives the group up the wall.
Her work is her hyper fixation, as well as Celtic traditions, and old languages that no longer exist.
Rio was raised by her mother, who she still has a close bond with, she however, never knew her father. He didnât want to be part of her life, and she doesnât waste time wondering about him. Her loyalty to her mother runs deep, shaping much of the protectiveness she extends toward othersâespecially towards Agatha, Natasha an Bug.
Rio and Nat have been best friends since childhood, their bond as tight as Bug and Lizzyâs and Agatha and Wanda. Theyâve weathered the best and worst of life side by side, and their connection is less about words and more about instinctâNat knows when Rioâs about to pick a fight, Rio knows when Natâs about to retreat behind her stoicism. They bicker like siblings, but thereâs no one either of them trusts more, other than their respective wives.
Rio is never without her collection of Celtic rings â stacked silver bands on nearly every finger, each with its own history. She drinks endless Earl Grey tea, just like Bug, to the point where she always carries the faint smell of bergamot with her. Between the clinking rings and the tea scent, you know when Rioâs around before she even says a word.
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If it's alright, can I request some Millibelle x reader? I'd be happy with just about anything, but if you want something more specific, I was thinking that the reader could be large, quiet, strong, and super intimidating, but is secretly just shy, maybe meeting or pining after Millibelle. Probably with Millibelle being low-key afraid of them, too hdffg-
Reader, walking into the soul sauna: Omg,, it's her again,, she's so pretty and smart, what should I say to her??
Millibelle, now suddenly fearing for her life: Nobody's going to find my body, will they?
As you wish. More love for her <3 (even though she's a pesky thief I appreciate her giving me like 2x the geo)
........
Not many bugs talked to you--simply out of fear that you'd crush their little tiny heads in and make armor out of their carapaces.
Tiso and Zote felt threatened by your mere presence, and have dared you to fight them at least a few dozen times.
But despite your size, stature, and reputation within the Colosseum of Fools...you're more comparable to a gentle giant to those who really knew you.
You were shy, quiet, never really speaking unless spoken to. When Hallownest was thriving, socializing got a bit overwhelming..and keeping yourself isolated helped you avoid the infection's spread.
When you realized that the citizens who once admired/revered you were now empty mindless husks...you felt a little sad, feeling like you could've done something to help.
But instead, you decide to live on and find those who managed to survive the initial outbreak, and when it started plaguing the crossroads.
Among them was Millibelle the Banker, who you've opened an account with to store your winnings from the colosseum's trials.
It's anyone's best guess as to how she managed to stay in business despite all the tragedy, but she found a relatively safe place in Fog Canyon.
You've visited her just to do deposits and withdrawls....but 90% of the time you're acting like a bumbling fool who's constantly rehearsing how you'd greet her.
"How's your day going, Millibelle?" sounded mundane, as everyday was the same for her. Just sitting in her shop, waiting to steal collect geo.
"You doing okay today, Millibelle?" sounded quite insensitive, since the infection has every survivor and visitor in Hallownest left on-edge. Of course she wouldn't be feeling 100% "okay".
"Say, you look quite beautiful this evening, Millibelle-" By the Pale King, that sounded creepy as HELL. Your heart flutters just thinking about her reaction to those words.
Yes...the banker of Fog Canyon has captured your mind and heart for reasons unknown.
She's just a very sweet and intelligent lady, and you wonder if Monomon taught her about finances and banking before she became a Dreamer.
Regardless, you were a little nervous to talk to Millibelle.....just as she was scared to talk to you sometimes.
After running off with the Knight's 2,550+ geo, she's in the Pleasure House's hot spring--but wasn't quite relaxing now, as they found her and reclaimed their lost earnings (along with yours) in violent fashion.
She was quite jumpy when they came in, and even though they finally left her alone....she feared they would come back or tell someone she was a fraud and a thief.
That's why she silently panicked when you come in (after a day-long search for her after discovering her shop was nowhere to be found). She feared for her life, thinking she's done for.
'Oh no...that little creature has sent such a brute after me! D-Did they tell [y/n] I took all their geo??? Maybe I can lie to them...surely, they won't kill me! But they'll know I......oh gods...nobody's going to find my body will they? They'll throw me into that dreadful colosseum for sure..'
Meanwhile, you're sitting at the opposite side, letting the soul-infused waters soothe your aches and pains--and praying that the steam obscures the blush on your face.
'I'm so relieved she's here. She looks so pretty..so smart...so peaceful. Free of infection. How should I start this conversation???' Your mind's too busy buzzing with worries to see the pure look of terror on her face.
"So-"
She screams suddenly, retreating into her shell, only to stick her head out moments later when she realizes you weren't throwing her across the room. "O-Oh! I'm so sorry, dearie. Please um...c-continue.."
"....so um..the Oomas were getting too close to your shop?" You swam a bit closer to her, tilting your head.
"What? Oh...! Yes, yes!" She stammers, seeing that you haven't caught on. "Those...vicious things. Their glowing cores made me nervous. I had to keep my shell--erm..vault safe. So..I took it with me!"
"Wise choice. I think something big has changed in Fog Canyon. All those jellyfish seem angry, and I thought I saw the Knight coming out of the teacher's archives....but why would they go there to begin with?"
"Th-That's a good question! And certainly not one we need an answer for! A-As long as they don't show their face here and ruin my spa day.." Millibelle mutters, looking around like they were about to burst through the wall.
"...why? Did they hurt you?"
The question is caring, genuine, concerning....and it makes her feel so guilty that she immediately folds, admitting that she's really a rotten thief to her core. She was only trying to survive and afford the luxuries that were still present despite the infection, wanting to have an escape from everything.
Of course, the Knight felt robbed and brutally attacked her to reclaim their deposits, explaining the nail marks on her shell. It's a miracle that it was so durable...otherwise they would've struck her down.
It takes a moment for this revelation to sink into your mind. "So..all of my geo is...?"
"Gone! They took all of it! Even yours from those...those bloodthirsty battles you enjoy! I'm not trying to pass the buck, [y/n]. I'm....I may have deserved it.." She bows her head shamefully. "I'm so sorry. You...You trusted me with your geo, and...I ran off with it like a coward."
".....Millie.."
The nickname was surprising, even for you to say, but you felt some confidence growing; a desire to toss aside your shyness to console her and say what you really felt.
"I don't hate you, if that's what you're worried about. Honestly? I had no idea what to do with all my geo. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you more often." You smiled, swimming closer. "I was scared that you got kidnapped, or the infection got ahold of you...but you're here, and you're safe. And that's all I care about right now."
"....oh..[y/n]..." A blush rises to her pale face, which she tries covering with her claws. "You know how to melt an old lady's heart..."
You just chuckle softly, suddenly finding it easier to talk to her without rehearsing everything you wanted to say. The words just came naturally to you.
And she seems to understand your goodhearted demeanor, realizing that underneath that big and tough shell, you're just a sweet little bug, your kindness ever persevering.
