#spring (oc)

Now that you're old enough to live away from them though, you feel that things need to change. You want freedom, to have your own life.

The problem is, convincing Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer about that is easier said than done.

They like having you all to themselves, after all, so why would they let you leave the nest?

Since Autumn is the easiest to talk to, you nervously approach him as he rakes the yard of leaves. A gust of wind makes some fall back down onto the ground anyway, and you see him sigh deeply, looking quite irritated, until he looks at you.

He immediately softens his gaze at the sight of you, smiling. "Hello, dear! What can I help you with?"

"Um...hey..." You kick at the leaves a bit with your feet, avoiding eye contact with him. "I actually wanna talk with you..." His expression immediately turns worried. "It's nothing that serious! It's just... I think you'd overreact the least."

"I'm listening." Autumn gestures towards one of the garden benches nearby for you to sit, which you do so.

Taking a deep breath first, you try to organize your words. "So... I've been thinking a lot lately..."

"Yes?" Autumn says gently, setting down his rake and sitting next to you. His brows are furrowed, still clearly worried.

"Well, you see, I really appreciate you and everyone else raising me all these years, but..." you hesitate, trying to get the rest of what you need to say out before it hurts his feelings. "I want to be like the other humans, and start living on my own, being more independent... stuff like that."

He blinks slowly as he processes what you just told him. Then suddenly, without saying anything, Autumn stands up, grabs the rake again, and continues gardening.

This... was a surprisingly neutral reaction.

But then again, Autumn never gets mad.

"...Papa? Did you hear me?" you ask cautiously, watching him scoop up the scattered leaves into neat piles.

"I did."

"...and?" Now you're standing, feeling offended by the lack of response.

"And I don't have any response to give."

"You... don't have... any response to give...?" you repeat incredulously. This wasn't going how you wanted it to at all! "Well, I... uh, figured that since you were the most level-headed, that you wouldn't be upset about this!"

"I never said I was angry with you."

His nonchalant attitude makes you frustrated, especially since Autumn still isn't looking at you. "Let me guess: disappointed?"

Autumn finally looks up from what he was doing. "I suppose I'm just... shocked. I can't wrap my head around the fact my child would rather be with humans than with their parents."

"I'm human too," you mutter.

"Yes, but we chose to raise you, keep you safe, nurture you." There's an edge to Autumn's voice now. "You can't possibly want to waste your time among people who didn't even want you in the first place?"

Ouch. He hit you where it hurt, bringing up that you had been a sacrifice.

You glare at your Godly parent. "Don't bring that up, it isn't fair."

"Well, it's true. And now that you're grown, I refuse to lose you. Because I love you dearly," Autumn replies, staring at you intently, the golden sheen in his eyes seeming brighter than normal. "And you will not be leaving us so long as I have something to say about it. That's final."

Before you can protest, he walks back into the house. Feeling annoyed, you head back inside yourself.

If Autumn is saying no, you decide maybe Winter will be more understanding. Just getting permission from one of them should be enough...

You find Winter out on the patio, drinking coffee, as per usual. You're not sure why he does, given he's so tired that even caffeine doesn't make much difference for him, but he seems to enjoy the flavor enough.

When you walk towards him, he gives you a sleepy smile. "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey, Mom." The way he looks at you, like you're his whole world, almost makes you want to abandon your plan entirely. Almost. "Um, is it okay if we talk? About something sort of... well... serious?"

Winter frowns, looking very worried already, but he nods. "Alright..." As he sets down his mug on the little glass table, his fingers shake, something they always do when he's nervous or uncomfortable. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, nothing like that! I promise," you quickly add on, sitting down across from him.

"That's good," Winter breathes a sigh of relief, calming down some. "Then what's wrong?"

Gazing up at Winter's gentle face, you wonder how exactly to go about telling him, so as not to break his heart. Especially since he tends to internalize things far too much.

But after thinking through how best to phrase it, you end up spitting the truth out, unadulterated. "I want to move out."

"What?" Winter's voice cracks on that simple word, pain flashing across his features.

Ugh, that's such a guilt trip. You look away awkwardly. "It's nothing personal, I just want... freedom."

"How am I supposed to take care of you? How will I protect you?" he asks frantically. "Are you unhappy here? If so, I'll fix whatever's wrong. Anything. Did I do something?"

You groan softly. He's taking this worse than Autumn, but not quite how you predicted it either. "It's not that. Really! But... I'm human. I won't live forever like you guys." When you reach out to gently grasp his hand, he recoils. That stings, but you forge onward, determined to make your point. "I just want to make memories while I'm young, instead of... cooped up in here!"

"It's exactly because of your mortality that makes me even more terrified," Winter rasps. "You shouldn't be doing dangerous things. That's what your parents are supposed to prevent." He swallows thickly before continuing, eyes wet with unshed tears. "What would we do without you?"

"I'm going to die eventually," you argue, to which Winter dramatically gasps. "What? I'm stating a fact!"

"Please don't say such cruel things." His voice is barely above a whisper. "I'd rather we stopped having this conversation altogether, in fact."

"You can't avoid this!" You stand when he does. "Please, just... try to understand!" You grab onto his arm desperately. "Mom, please."

At your sad expression, and your soft begging, Winter wavers some. His gaze shifts to the floor. "Even if the others agree to it, which they won't... I won't allow this. I'm sorry."

You groan, sitting back down and burying your head in your hands.

So he's against the idea as well. Of course.

"Kiddo, what the hell happened?" Summer asks, having just witnessed his husband come inside crying.

"I didn't mean to make him cry," you mutter.

"Of course I know that. He's sensitive like your Mama, but that doesn't change what I asked." He sits down next to you, not looking angry. Just concerned. "Wanna tell me what went on with you two?"

You don't even have the energy to beat around the bush anymore. "I want to move out."

Summer's jaw tenses visibly. He frowns. "Oh, yeah?"

"Papa already said no, so did Mom," you explain tiredly, slumping over the table, feeling defeated already. "And I already know what Mama will say, he's the most predictable." And he probably heard the conversations both times from wherever he is inside the house, crying somewhere with Winter now. "Dad, please tell me you understand."

There's silence. Your father inhales deeply through his nose. "Actually, yeah."

Hope blossoms in your chest. He's going to let you leave? This could be your ticket out!

"But," Summer continues, much to your heartbreak, "under no circumstances am I gonna let that happen."

"...what? You literally just agreed with me!"

"Not quite, sunshine," he says. "I do understand wanting independence and all that stuff. But you're my baby, and you will never stop being my baby. I love you so much. If something happened to you, I'd lose my shit—excuse my French. So, unfortunately, I won't be helping you out."

Just like that, your hope is destroyed. "I only live once, I told Mom this too. I don't want to spend all my life here."

"Kid, please, don't make us sound like we're keeping you locked away," Summer murmurs. "Hey, if you want space, I can help build an extension to the house for you. I'm sure everyone else will prefer that over you wanting to move too."

"No!" you shout, surprising Summer with your sudden shift in attitude. "That isn't the fucking point! You are keeping me locked away!"

"What?"

"I haven't had contact with anybody besides you four since I was, like, eight! It isn't fair!"

The man glares at you. "Don't talk to me like that."

"You aren't my dad! None of you are my mom or dad! You're Gods, and you decided to raise me yourselves because... why?! Because you were lonely? You wanted to play house?!" You stand up suddenly, feeling your heart pounding harder than it ever has in your entire life. "I am sick and tired of it all, Dad!"

You know you're out of line. But you're so frustrated that you can't see straight.

Summer stands up as well, staring directly into your eyes. "(Y/n), watch that tone. I don't want to ground you."

"Ground me then! It's not like I'm allowed to go anywhere anyway!" You stomp inside, and Summer doesn't follow you.

When you slam the door shut, you turn to see Autumn, Winter, and a now crying Spring on the couch. Great, just your luck. They heard everything. Spring especially looks miserable.

"Why are you all here?" you question angrily.

Autumn is the first to speak. "I think you know the answer to that."

Spring is quick to hug you. "Why were you saying those things?! Was I a bad Mama?" he sobs, burying his face in your hair.

Sometimes it isn't obvious they have no clue what parenting is supposed to be like, and moments like these make it show. Spring is definitely the hardest to stay mad at.

Though it hurts to push him away when he's crying, you do it anyway, letting him look at you through tears and horror.

"Because none of this is fair!" you snap at all of them. "I hate feeling like a bird trapped in some gilded cage!"

"This is for your protection, (Y/n)," Autumn sighs. He gets off the couch and tries approaching you cautiously, hands raised like you're some wild animal. "We love you."

"You don't love me. You just want to own me like some kind of pet," you retort. "If you really loved me, you would want me to be happy."

"And we want you to live, too!" Winter snaps. "I'm sorry if that is a higher priority to us than anything else."

"Well, guess what?! I'm gonna die eventually, no matter if I stay here for the rest of my life or not!" You storm off, Spring's louder cries and Winter's softer ones fading out as you run to your bedroom.

...

A few hours later, you come downstairs, having calmed down a bit more, though you're worried about seeing your guardians again.

You shuffle into the kitchen, where you see Autumn preparing lunch. Not seeing the others, you walk up to him sheepishly.

"Hi, Papa."

"Hm? I thought you didn't see any of us that way now." His tone of voice is cutting, but you can tell it's hiding a lot of hurt. That's worse than how harsh he's acting towards you.

You sniffle. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad."

Autumn immediately stops cooking when he sees you crying. He comes over, wiping your tears away carefully, like you'll break beneath his fingertips. "Oh... pumpkin, don't cry."

"I didn't mean to upset everybody like I did," you choke out through hiccups. "I hate fighting."

He sighs softly, wrapping you in his strong arms, bringing you close enough that you can hear his heartbeat, and laying a kiss upon the top of your head. "Me too."

Soon enough, you apologize to Winter, then Spring, and lastly Summer. Thankfully, each and every one of them forgive you, even if they disagree with what you want.

Yet truth is, you aren't sorry. You just want as little as tension as possible.

...

Ever since that day, you thought about escaping, but were always held back because... well, it's hard to have much time to yourself to even think about it, when there's four overprotective Gods who consider you their baby.

Not to mention if you tried escaping in daylight, there would be no chance you would get far at all. Autumn and Spring are almost always tending to the garden, Summer is always doing yard work, and Winter... well, sometimes he just likes to stand outside and drink his coffee or hot cocoa.

But you begin thinking maybe, just maybe, during the nighttime, you'll have a better chance at getting away.

After all, it's getting to the point where you feel like you'll suffocate if you stay in this place for a second longer. The desire to be independent is stronger than anything you've experienced.

You wait until late at night, when you think your parents are asleep, which takes forever.

Then you slip out of bed, creeping across your bedroom and out into the hallway.

Every step makes a loud creak in the silence.

It's eerie, the sensation of knowing nobody's around except for your guardians, who might wake at any moment.

Once you finally reach the front door, you take one last glance behind you. Maybe you're wondering if you should just turn back.

Everyone would be devastated. Spring and Winter would probably spend the rest of their lives bawling, while Summer and Autumn would tear apart the world until they find you again.

Is it worth the trouble?

...well, yeah. If you don't do something, you might go crazy. These people love you more than life itself, but it's constricting nonetheless.

So, with that final thought, you quietly open the door, slipping outside and closing it once more, not daring to breathe in case you're discovered.

...

That night, you sleep at an inn in the nearest town. It takes hours to walk there, and your legs are tired by the end, but the sense of accomplishment that you managed to escape in the first place keeps you from completely breaking down.

You're pretty sure you know they discovered you're gone, because early in the morning a raging snowstorm happens. It's December, so you can tell Winter is beyond upset.

For all the other villagers' sake, you leave before one of them can tear down the entire town trying to find you.

...

Traveling is hard, you soon discover.

Your money runs out quickly, and without the means to earn more, it's almost impossible to find a place. You miss your comfortable bed. Hell, you miss having food readily available for you whenever you want.

What you wouldn't give to have Autumn's amazing cooking or pastries, or Winter's warm cups of cocoa in this chilly weather.

Unfortunately, you can't afford those luxuries now.

In fact, it gets so difficult to pay for rent at a motel that you end up sleeping outside more often than not.

Around the second week, you notice damage happening around you because of you, no doubt. Each village you go to, you hear how the one you had just left was wiped out. You don't need to guess by who.

Even the land around you is decaying. Everything from trees to animals, all dying. People everywhere are suffering.

And it's all because of you.

...

Almost a full month goes by, and it doesn't stop, but you realize with horror that they'll never just let this go. What's a month to you is nothing to beings with thousands of years worth of existence already lived.

The next village, you finally decide this isn't a battle worth fighting anymore. That it's better to give up than to keep causing everyone around you to suffer.

You begin your trek back home.

...

It's the middle of the night when you arrive. There are lights coming from the windows, indicating someone must be awake still. The rest of the landscape looks dead.

You swallow dryly, raising a hand and knocking. Before you can get too worked up about the situation, the door opens, revealing Spring.

He has dark bags under his red-rimmed eyes, looking more disheveled than he's ever been. Tears are quick to flood his eyes, and he claps a trembling hand over his mouth when he sees you.

Then he yanks you into his arms, cradling you close to his chest.

The entire time, he cries incoherently, and you think you hear apologies amongst his sobbing. Spring only pulls away to hold you at arm's length, taking in your neglected appearance.

"Oh, honey," he gasps out between hyperventilation. "Oh, look at you...!"

Before you can explain, you're led inside, the warmth of the interior making you want to collapse right then and there. Instead, Spring brings you over to the couch, setting you down so gently that it feels like he thinks you're made of glass.

He sits down next to you, rubbing circles along your back. "Does anything hurt?" Spring frets. "Oh, baby, you must've been through so much..."

The pressure becomes too much for you. Overwhelmed with exhaustion, stress, and emotion, you burst into tears. Spring doesn't say anything, just continues trying to comfort you.

"Mama," you sob. "Where's everyone else?"

"They went out looking for you, like they have every single day since you disappeared," Spring explains with a shaky sigh.

You feel awful for what you've done. The self-hatred gnaws at you, refusing to let you go.

He holds you for another hour, before the other three are bursting through the front door.

Each of them looks as equally exhausted and broken as Spring. Like they haven't slept properly in days. It hurts seeing them so miserable because of you.

Yet it's short-lived, because as soon as they all realize you're sitting on the couch with Spring, you're pulled into hugs.

Like with Spring, they seem afraid you'll shatter, like cracked porcelain that could break at any second if dropped, yet durable enough to be squeezed just enough.

They all take turns examining you, fretting over your condition. Autumn immediately heads into the kitchen, probably to make you dinner. Spring leaves as well to get pajamas and new clothing ready for you.

Meanwhile Winter and Summer keep holding you.

"How did you survive?" Winter asks, sniffling. "Oh, sweetheart."

"That doesn't matter," Summer whispers, rocking the three of you back and forth slowly. "All that matters is our kid is okay."

All that you can think about is guilt. Mostly for the endless amount of lives they surely ended looking for you. You wish you thought this through sooner, but a part of you had hoped they'd give up after awhile.

"I'm tired," you mutter.

Winter smiles weakly at that. "Dinner is almost ready. We'll let you sleep right after."

You nod numbly.

...

The next day, you wake up cuddled between Spring and Summer. It's funny, usually they're the first ones to rise.

You hear talking from the kitchen, wriggling your way out of their arms before exiting your bedroom, following the sound of the voices. They belong to Autumn and Winter, coming from the dining room.

"...we've been putting it off for too long. If they could handle these past few days, I know they're ready." Autumn. "Don't you want this, too?"

"You're right. I just..." Winter. "We've never done this before, all we know its a painful and dangerous process. What if..."

"It's going to be fine, Winter." Autumn sounds surprisingly soft. "You know we're more than capable of helping them through it."

As quiet as can be, you listen in further, trying not to interrupt. It's odd to be eavesdropping, but they're clearly discussing something concerning you. How could you resist?

"I know." Winter exhales audibly. "I agree this needs to happen, I just doubt they'll like it."

"Better that than the alternative, don't you think?" Autumn hums.

There's a pause. "Of course I do, dear."

"I'm glad you see reason. They are our child, and as their parents, it's only natural to do this to ensure their safety forevermore."

Wait... what?

Your stomach drops, and you retreat back upstairs before you're found, hoping they didn't hear your presence.

Yet you aren't quite able to shake what you just overheard.

They plan on doing something to you, that much is clear. Though you still can't figure out what, exactly, the action might entail. They've never harmed you before. Never abused you in any way.

So why is this scaring you so badly?

Maybe the fear is irrational, but it still makes you queasy, sick with worry.

Later, when Spring and Summer are awake, you all sit down for breakfast together. Their expressions seem... forced. All four of them are acting differently around you.

They keep sharing looks amongst themselves. As if communicating telepathically.

No words need to be spoken aloud, and you wonder if perhaps they're giving each other confirmation of what they're planning to do.

If they know that you know, they don't bring it up.

In fact, nobody says anything for awhile.

Suddenly, Autumn clears his throat.

"So... (Y/n), honey... today... we have something important planned for you."

"What is it?" you ask hesitantly.

Everyone goes quiet, like looking for words, until Summer picks up where he left. "When you left, everyone was thinking about what you said. About, y'know, dying." He pauses to look at the other's in confirmation. "We don't want that, and I think deep down, you don't, either. And luckily for you, we have a solution. We didn't use it sooner, because it can easily backfire if you aren't old enough... but you are now."

"By doing what?" you press nervously.

It's Spring who speaks next. "Immortality. We can make you a God just like us." He smiles brightly. "Won't that be great? You can stay with us forever, be safe, protected from harm, never have to worry again about—"

You cut him off, feeling yourself panicking. "You want to force me to become like you?"

Spring looks heartbroken. "Are you saying you don't want to? Sweetie, humans would kill for a gift like this!"

"Yeah!" Summer exclaims. "It's a blessing."

"It's wrong!" you snap, earning a horrified look from Spring. "It's my choice to make."

"Why are you treating this like we're punishing you?" Summer says incredulously.

"It feels like it," you retort.

Winter interjects with his own two cents. "We're giving you eternal life. Safety. This is the only way you can live without ending up in danger. There is no downside to this."

"Yes there is," you murmur. "I don't want this!"

You try to scramble away, but suddenly there's vines wrapped around your ankles and wrists. With a cry, you fall to the floor.

"Papa!" you yell, pleading with Autumn to reconsider. To let you go. You pull at the vines fruitlessly.

Winter cups your cheek, guiding your face to meet his gaze. "I'm so sorry, sweetie," he whispers, sounding teary. "But I swear to you, we're doing this in your best interests."

Summer nods. "It'll hurt. A lot. But we'll take care of you afterwards." He reaches down to help lift you, while Winter brushes some of your hair out of your eyes. "Promise."

You whimper as your guardians guide you upstairs to another room, struggling the entire time to escape. But it's no use. You can barely move at all.

Autumn grabs an old book he had prepared, apparently. Its spine is nearly falling apart, like it hasn't been touched in years. You assume the magic for what they're about to cast lies somewhere in those pages.

"You'll be okay," Winter breathes. He holds your head to his chest, crying with you, alongside Spring. "This is only a one-time thing, I promise, honey." His voice breaks.

Spring blinks away his tears. "Please don't hate us," he whispers tearfully. "It hurts us, too."

Autumn opens the book and starts reading the incantation.

Immediately, a sharp jolt rips through your body. Your skin is burning from the inside. Every single nerve is alight with pain. You scream. Sobbing, you beg for the agony to stop, but it doesn't. If anything, the pain just gets worse and worse.

Through your screaming, you barely register Winter holding you tighter, or Autumn's voice breaking throughout his reading of the spell.

The pain is searing hot now, shooting straight through your bones.

"We're almost there," Spring chokes out. "It's okay, baby. We love you so much."

You try to breathe, but you can't get enough air. Your lungs are being ripped to shreds, filling with fire every time they expand.

Everything fades from view after that; black spots dancing across your vision, accompanied by ringing in your ears as unconsciousness claims you once more.

...

When you come to, you're still in pain. It's nowhere near as intense as earlier, but it still feels as if your body had been dipped in hot lava and freezing cold water at the same time. Your thoughts race wildly. The only sensation keeping you tethered to reality is the hand running up and down your back.

Finally, opening your eyes slightly, everything begins returning back to clarity.

Summer smiles at you sadly. "Hey, peanut."

The silly nickname always made you laugh, but now you can only stay still, limp in your dad's arms.

"Sorry you're still hurtin', bud. I know it's not a great feeling." He kisses your forehead. "At least we know that was the worst of it, yeah? Things can only get better from here."

You look up, flinching from the light hitting your eyes. Everything is blurry.

Winter and Autumn look back at you. They're relieved. Both of them smile when they see you staring at them.

"There you are. Welcome back to the waking world, pumpkin," Autumn smiles.

"We were so worried about you," Winter murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of your head.

Spring comes back with a tray of food and drink. When he notices you're awake, his expression morphs into pure joy. "My little angel! Are you alright? Can you speak, sweetie?"

All four Gods seem nervous for whatever response you have, if any at all.

Instead, you open your mouth and croak out: "Water."

Autumn wordlessly gets you a cup filled with ice chips, and guides you to sip from it gingerly.

Despite having your adoring, cooing parents surrounding you, all you feel is betrayal, hurt, and rage. You're too tired to get angry, though, so you just let your head fall against Summer's chest again.

"Go back to sleep, sunshine." Summer rubs your shoulder soothingly. "We gotcha."

The others nod and murmur their agreement.

Eggs and Lambs - Birth and Fertility.

Does your OC know much about the circumstances of their birth? (or creation, as the case may be) Who was present? Was it planned or expected? Was their arrival celebrated? Or resented?

Does your OC have an affinity for plants and gardens? Have they ever played an active role in harvesting crops or foraging for roots or mushrooms? Or is the actual production of the food they eat quite alien to their everyday life?

If your OC has ever given birth, was this a positive or a traumatic experience for them? If they have not or could not do so, then how much use would they be during a birth? Would they be confident in assisting? Or would they prefer to be far away from the process?

Was your OC considered to be a cute baby? Are there any pictures or keepsakes from this time in their life? If they were never a baby then what sense do they make of the helplessness and dependence of tiny babies?

Does your OC plan to have children? Or plan to have more children if they already have a child? If not, then is this because they dislike children? Or because they consider themselves unsuited to the task of parenting? Or for another reason?

Flowers and Sunshine - New Love and Romance

Would your OC be delighted to receive flowers from a partner or admirer? Or would they be slightly nonplussed - or even offended?

What would your OC consider a romantic gift or gesture if they were planning such a thing for someone? If they aren't romantically inclined themselves, then what advice would they give another person?

What would your OC wear to meet a new or prospective lover in the Springtime? If they are not interested in romance themselves, then what would they advise a friend or sibling to wear to match the season?

Does your OC's wardrobe change as the weather gets lighter and warmer? Does this impact how others see them? And is garnering certain reactions entirely intentional? If not from the wider public, then perhaps from a lover or partner?

Does your OC ever get crushes on other people? Or did they do so in their younger days? Do they remember these fondly? Or does recalling such things make them cringe?

Cleaning and Washing - Starting Anew

What old habits or negative behavioural patterns has your OC left behind? Was this something they found easy? Or did it take time and/or help from others?

Does your OC have any Springtime rituals? Either personal (spring cleaning or shopping for a new outfit for example) or traditional to their culture or society (a ritual dance or cleansing).

Does your OC need their partner or friends to hold them accountable when they are trying to make a positive change? Or do they prefer to quietly resolve to make a change and not involve anyone else in the process?

Has your OC ever burned or otherwise destroyed something that reminded them of unhappy times or experiences in their past? Was this part of an arranged event? Or something they did spontaneously or in anger?

What is a habit or behaviour that your OC wishes to modify or adopt in the future? What has held them back from making this change in the past?

Right now, you wish you could hide under your blanket and avoid everyone.

Not wanting to talk, you roll over, facing away from your dad, hoping he'll leave you alone. You hear Spring leave, but you can feel his worried gaze on you.

"Soo..." Summer sits at the edge of your bed, making you internally groan. "Do you feel any different?" After a few moments of silence pass, he adds, "Physically or mentally?"

"Physically, I feel awful. Mentally, I also feel awful," you hiss. You pull the blankets tighter around you.

Summer winces. "Acting like your mom and papa without their morning coffee," he jokes nervously. He hesitates. "I wish any of us knew how to help. We were just kind of... born Gods." He makes a gesture towards nothing. "Our power came to us naturally."

He's rambling about things you already know, but you don't comment on it, continuing to look the opposite direction as him.

"But I'm pretty excited to see what powers you get, if any," Summer continues rambling. "Maybe it'd be something badass? Don't tell your papa I said that word." He grins at you, but his smile wavers when you remain apathetic.

"Maybe my power will be turning people who annoy me into rocks," you grumble.

"Oof, tough crowd," Summer laughs softly. "Hey, kid, seriously... we did it for you. That isn't changing, but we're so sorry you got hurt. We weren't expecting it to be that bad."

You turn to glare at him. "But you don't regret what you did."

His smile falls. "Never."

After that, he doesn't try to talk, and you fall back asleep soon after.

...

A few days later, you feel better... physically, at least.

You wake up from a nap to see Spring has dozed off too, curled around you protectively with his face buried against your hair.

Hesitating, you slowly try to dislodge yourself from his tight hold. You manage to roll out of his grasp, slipping off the bed and sneaking out the door as quietly as possible.

Only when you reach the staircase do you sigh in relief. You have free roam of the house again now, but you aren't sure if your body is completely healed yet. Stairs shouldn't be a problem though, right? Surely you can handle stairs.

Descending slowly, you hold onto the banister, gripping it firmly as your feet touch the landing below. You relax your grip a bit before proceeding forward, hoping to make it down without falling or alerting your family's attention.

Unfortunately, fate does not favor you today.

You slip, tumbling downwards at high speed. You land with a thud on the bottom step. Groaning loudly, you lay there in shock and dizziness.

When you're cradled in a familiar lap, you blink several times to realize its Autumn, checking you over for injuries.

"I'm fine," you assure him, embarrassed.

At first, you're pretty sure you're lying to him, until you realize... you actually are fine. There's an ache where you fell, but it's not nearly as bad as it should've been. The lack of real damage is unsettling to you. It doesn't take a genius to figure this has something to do with your new God status. You'd rather not think about it for too long.

Autumn seems surprised too. He must've been thinking along the same lines.

Still, he picks you up. You wonder if you now have the same increased strength and could do the same to him if you wanted to.

"What happened?!" Spring cries, bolting out from the hall upstairs. Apparently he had just noticed you were missing and your little trip downstairs woke him up.

"They fell down the stairs," Autumn answers calmly.

"Oh no, my baby! Did you get hurt?" he frets, rushing down the steps to look you over for injuries.

Even if you were injured, he's so frantic that you doubt he'd find any if they weren't obvious.

"Spring, love," Autumn soothes, using his free hand to touch his shoulder. "They're fine. I checked them over."

That seems to calm him down, and his shoulders sag in relief. Then he turns to look directly into your eyes. "You scared me! Why did you leave without waking me?"

You avoid his glassy eyes. "You looked like you needed sleep." It was true; even though Spring was far from an insomniac, especially compared to Winter, he had been up much more frequently as of lately.

"Well, you still shouldn't walk anywhere by yourself so soon," Spring reprimands, though it's gentle.

Autumn hums in agreement, depositing you on the couch. "Agreed. At least for a few more days."

Even though you don't agree, you know arguing with them, especially Autumn, would be like arguing with a brick wall. "Where's Mom and Dad?" you ask instead.

"They're both outside. Cleaning up the yard and garden," Autumn tells you. "I recommended it as a way to get their minds off things, but I'm worried they're going to mess it up more." He drags out an exasperated sigh. Spring is the only person other than himself that he trusts with the garden and plants.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Spring asks, drawing your attention back to him.

"I'm... fine."

"Let me make you some lunch," Spring says, jumping up. "Sandwich sound good, sweetie?"

"Why eat? Not like I need it anymore." Despite that, you still feel hungry.

"You actually do," Autumn says calmly. "Just because you can't die of starvation, doesn't mean you won't become weaker and frailer if you don't eat regularly, just like when you were a human. This isn't up for debate."

Great. Just one more reminder how different you are now.

The door opens, and Winter gasps upon seeing you, despite having watched over you last night. You figure he's just surprised to see you active and out of bed.

He drops whatever tools are in his hand, and rushes over, looking like he wants to throw his arms around you and never let go. Instead, he stops short, kneeling on the floor, grasping both your hands. He looks worried to hug you, as if you'll break.

It's a little ironic how gently they've been treating you. You're probably more indestructible you've ever been in your entire life.

"Hi, sweetheart," Winter coos, looking like he might cry. His face brightens considerably.

"Hey, Mom," you return. It's hard to be upset at Winter the most. "You don't have to kneel on the ground for me."

"It's fine," he dismisses, kissing the backs of your hands. "I haven't seen you all day. Are you alright? How do you feel?" He glances at Autumn, who is hovering, as per usual. "Why aren't they in bed?"

Your guardian sighs, placing a hand on Winter's shoulder. "Calm down, dear. They slipped down the stairs—"

Winter freezes, panic clear on his face. He turns back to you quickly. "What?!"

"I'm okay," you rush to assure him. "Promise."

Autumn nods. "They're right. No injuries."

Winter's tense shoulders sag with relief. "Thank goodness." He smiles at you, then finally hugs you properly, squeezing you in his arms, though careful to be gentle with you. He places a kiss atop of your head. "My baby," he whispers against your hair. He trembles slightly, and you hear sniffles. "I love you so much. So very much."

Later, Summer comes in from cleaning up outside, and excuses himself to take a shower and change into clean clothes, and Spring comes back with your food.

It's painfully awkward. Everyone stares as you eat. Usually someone chats over mealtime, but everyone's quiet.

You aren't sure what to talk about, or if you want to speak at all. Everything feels... so odd. It feels like you're mourning your humanity.

To be fair, in a sense you kind of are.

Suddeny, you feel too sick to your stomach to eat. You put your half-eaten sandwich back on its plate. "I'm not hungry."

Autumn narrows his eyes at you. "(Y/n)," he says in his warning voice.

"No! You took everything away from me, I think you should at least give me the right to refuse to eat! I'm not yours, or anyone else's belonging, and you need to stop treating me like I am!" You stand up and nearly fall over, if not for Spring steadying you. "Don't touch me!"

He recoils, as if stabbed. Even Autumn is visibly taken aback.

Summer walks back in, toweling at his hair, which had been dampened from his shower. He notices the atmosphere shift instantly, frowning at you, then at his spouses. "Uh... what's happening?"

Winter puts a hand up to silence him, turning his attention back to you. "Sweetheart, we're just trying to help you. Please just lay back down. You don't have to eat yet if you don't want to."

You shake your head, wiping frustrated tears from your face with your sleeves. "No, I'm fucking done."

Everyone but Summer gasps at your language. It just makes you more annoyed.

"Leave me alone! Okay?!" With that, you stomp off, with Spring trying to go after you, but Winter gently pulling him back, muttering that you need space.

You don't want to be in your room anymore, not after several days of being holed up in there. You instead yank open the door leading to the backyard, taking the opportunity to sit at the base of a tree outside to think.

Nobody follows, likely due to Winter's advice, even though you're positive they were itching to.

Good. You need to be alone to collect yourself. It doesn't stop you from crying, hiding your face between your knees.

Is this the rest of eternity? Is this how it will always be?

You feel the tree you're leaning on shift. Turning your head, you see its dead, all the leaves that were on its branches falling in the wind. That's when you realize the grass beneath you is now yellow and crisp. You know for a fact they weren't that way before.

Was this something you caused? Is this proof of new power growing within you? Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. What's wrong with you?

Experimentally, you touch a stray daisy poking out of the ground near you. As soon as your fingers make contact with the soft petals, the plant wilts and dies right in front of you. It's blackened and decayed in seconds.

Your breath picks up, terrified by this new ability. In a panic, you scramble back, away from the dead flower and tree.

Yet every step you take, each place your fingertips touch, kills the nearby foliage immediately.

Once you reach the center of the lawn, you stare, horrified, at what used to be thriving plants. The work both Spring and Autumn have been working hard to maintain is gone. Or at least, everything you touched, including everything nearby what you touched.

You let out a small scream, alerting your parents.

Autumn is the first out the door, who stares at all the dead foilage with wide eyes, taking it all in.

Summer is next, but he doesn't even spare the dead plants a glance, rushing over to you. He tries to grab you, to make sure you're okay, to hug you and comfort you, but you violently flinch away. If he touches you, who knows what will happen?

"Kiddo..." Summer trails off. "It's alright, we can fix this—"

"What on earth happened?!" Spring cries, Winter right next to him.

Summer looks up briefly at them, and you take his moment of distraction to bolt in the other direction.

Everything still aches, but adrenaline pushes you forward. You run as fast as your weakened state can carry you, which is surprisingly quicker than you expected. You can't tell if that also has something to do with the adrenaline running through your veins, or if its part of your powers. You're pretty sure 'curse' would be a better word to describe it.

"(Y/n)!" Summer shouts. His voice echoes behind you in the empty woods surrounding the house. "(Y/n), stop! Come back!"

Last time, you ran away because you were trying to do yourself a favor.

Now, you're running away to do them a favor.

While running into the forest, you notice the entire area is wilting, just like the garden. The grass, flowers, and trees rot in the radius surrounding you, and it makes you so nauseous you fear you may pass out.

Your legs eventually give out, and you collapse onto your knees. Curling up in the fetal position, you try to make yourself as tiny as possible. You cry harder as your vision swims.

Distantly, you hear all your guardians' voices calling for you desperately.

It must be easy for them to figure out the general area you're in, you realize with dread, because everywhere you ran is destroyed by whatever awful power is coursing through you now.

You look down to notice there's glowing black lines from your hands to your shoulders, like fissures from cracked rock.

"They have to be around here," a voice you recognize as Autumn's says. He sounds determined and exhausted. He's close. All your guardians' footsteps are crunching the dead grass and twigs beneath them.

Logic causes you to stay in place. If you run, they'll either hear you or just follow the trail of dead nature around you. You just hope they'll overlook you.

You cry quietly into your arms, knees drawn against your chest to stifle the noises leaving your mouth.

"It's alright, baby," another voice speaks softly. Winter. He sounds the closest. "You don't need to hide. Please come out." He pauses. "We understand you didn't mean to kill all those plants. None of us are mad, especially me. Between you and me, I honestly hated those lilies."

It almost makes you smile, until realizing you must've killed those too.

Without even realizing it, a loud, uncontrolled sob rips from your throat. You slap both your hands over your mouth, but it's already too late.

Luckily, it seems only Winter was close enough to hear it. He finds you after scanning the surroundings, eyes widening once he does. A noise of distress leaves his lips. "Oh, baby."

As soon as he reaches you, he's knelt before you, pulling your hands away from your face.

"No, wait—" you choke on a sob. "Mom, don't..."

But nothing happens to him, or anywhere around him. His skin isn't rotting away from contact with you. His hair remains healthy and long. Nothing changes at all.

"I—I don't understand..." you hiccup. "How aren't you dying?"

Winter gathers you into his arms. He presses several kisses to the top of your head. "Gods are immortal. Humans and animals wouldn't be able to survive either, I imagine. We're unaffected." He gently shushes your distressed noises. "Hush now, baby. No harm done. You don't need to worry anymore, angel."

You're relieved to hear that, but you're still terrified nonetheless. Especially since you apparently now have the capacity to end life without even meaning to.

"I'm not an angel," you respond sadly. "I kill things just by touching them."

Winter stills, hugging you tighter against his chest. "Sweetheart... listen to me. You are not a monster. You're my child. Nothing changes that."

"I look like a monster right now," you respond. You show him your hands, displaying the dark crack-like fissures pulsating with energy.

He smiles sadly. "Do you remember my true form? I know I sure looked like a monster. It usually comes from a mixture of overusing powers and getting emotional. Over time, it gets easier to control." He runs his thumb over one of the thin markings. "I don't believe these markings will last more than a few hours. And even if they hypothetically didn't, none of us would ever see you as a monster. Even if you gained a new set of razor sharp teeth and only spoke in snarls."

You sniffle at his words. "What even am I the God of? Just... death, that's it?"

Winter strokes your cheek, drying your tears. His cold hands feel soothing, almost freezing your tears. "Maybe it's less grim. Me, your papa, dad, and mama represent the four seasons. Maybe you represent the cycle of time. Birth to death." He hums, pausing thoughtfully. "If your power can control decay and death, then it might be the opposite as well."

Opposite? Like creating life? You begin feeling hopeful. "You mean I can make things grow instead of just die?"

"I'm certain we can find ways to test that theory," Winter replies warmly. He scoops you up effortlessly. "Can I let them know we're over here?"

With a deep sigh, you nod. "Yeah."

He calls for them, and Summer is first to come rushing forward, before Autumn and Spring are quick to catch up.

"Oh, (Y/n), you terrified us," Autumn shakily whispers, taking you from Winter's arms to hug you close against him.

"I know, that was scary what happened back there..." you mutter. "I'm sorry I ruined your garden."

Autumn clicks his tongue, brushing a stray lock of your hair back. "Oh, pumpkin, that's such a small thing to be concerned about. None of us care about that. Are you all right?"

"I think I will be," you answer truthfully.

He presses his lips to your forehead, exhaling with relief. "Good." He squeezes you a bit tighter.

You look at Spring, who watches with teary eyes. "I'm sorry for snapping earlier, Mama," you mumble.

Spring shakes his head, stepping closer to lean against you and Autumn. "It's okay, you were overwhelmed. I wasn't mad." He wipes his eyes. "We love you so much. You scared all of us. Never do that again," he huffs wetly, making everyone else chuckle, including you.