#hammiesfics

“You’re eighteen, not seventeen. Your mom died of cancer, you don’t like talking about it, because it’s what got you sent to Juvie for a year; which is why you were out of school. During her treatment a kid named Tim- Timmy Finster- threw a baseball at you and you put him in the hospital. But you don’t like talking about this because you’re trying to be someone else.” 

{One-Shot}

‘Odin Arrow hunts best alone. Despite the lumbering form of his demon to keep him company, and newfound companions waiting for him within his home, he's traveled into the wilds of Aedinfell to provide for his people. But when things start to go wrong, will his pride clash with Pedri's, and leave them both stranded? Or will the want to return to his wife's vessel force them both to swallow it?’ {One-Shot}

LAUNCH

Reverend Mason is a man of the cloth. Clayton shouldn’t be having trouble with this. It’s a quiet moment they’d both decided to share, silence stretching long as the shadows at their backs, sun already dipped low beyond the underbrush and prairie they ride along. Of course they aren’t going far- Miriam and Arabella both expect them back before evening takes a hold on the town- but the Reverend has looked… perplexed. Worried, at least, with a furrow in his brow and a downturn to the corners of his lips that seems odd for a man with his features.

Ava was used to being on the sidelines. Even after they’d landed planetside, as the others had focused on their own goals, she’d watched in silence for the majority of it. The only time she’d stepped in was on behalf of the man with his face turned toward the darkening atmosphere, when the Strategos had found them, and she’d been needed to protect. Blue blood still stains the edges of her dress. She hasn’t a care for it. Ever since he’d rerouted their shipment, ever since they’d come to Aedinfell, he’d been more… Somber than usual.