Unspeakable Crew Oneshots

A Storm Is Coming (Gabe x reader)

The wind whipped my hair back as I stood facing the ocean, the breaking waves swirling around my ankles. It drenched the hem of my skirt, but I didn't pay any attention to it. The sky overhead was a dark gray and the sea churned up to meet it. The air was rife with static electricity, and the air hung damp with the threat of rain. A storm was coming, in more ways than one.

The waves slammed against my shins, but it didn't move me at all. The force of the ocean just helped ground me. Lightning lit up the skies, distantly followed by a rumble of thunder. A smile creeped onto my face at the sound. A storm was coming, and it was coming soon.

The surf pounded even harder as the rain moved in from off the coast. The waves didn't even lift my feet from the sandy bottom where I had been standing the entire time. I smiled wider as the wind blew in from the storm. My hair was pushed away from my face in the blast of wind. What little blue sky was above me was slowly eaten by the dark storm clouds. The faint echo of raindrops sounded off the ocean as the storm approached. I waved my hand over the churning ocean and for a moment it stilled just enough for me to clearly hear the rain over their roar. Just as quickly as the sea had calmed, it started churning again. A storm was coming, and it was here.

I turned my back on the ocean and looked at the castle towering over the cliffs far above me. The castle had belonged to me before those invaders came in. Why hadn't anyone ever thought of invading Thalassa when they had no standing army? The invaders had found out the hard way.

The Anemoi were a proud people who likened their quick style of fighting to the swiftness of the winds. They were a proud and arrogant people who thought themselves above everyone else. Their leaders grew fat and lazy off the stories of their ancestors conquering nearly every corner of the earth with the powers of the wind. The Gê had all fled underground, and the Pyr had dwindled to a few sparsely populated camps in the highest mountain peaks. The Thalassans were the only people left who dared stand their ground against the Anemoi, and the fighting was far from over. While the Anemoi had resigned to appointing a king chosen by the Wind, the Sea had still managed to produce a rightful heir to its kingdoms. Whenever the best Anemoi soldiers would storm the cliff and threaten the castle, a storm would sweep over the precipice and wipe their forces from the earth. They had tried this tactic time and time again against the Húdōrs and the Okeanós to some success, but the Thalassans were different. No strategy the Anemoi generals could come up with would dislodge the Thalassan queen from her castle on the cliff. Instead of their usual tactics, the generals had decided to try another, more underhanded tactic to force her surrender.

The queen had taken an interest in someone from her town. He and his friends had a YouTube channel that was a favorite of everyone in the kingdom. Their lighthearted and funny content had helped buoy the spirits of everyone in the face of the invaders. The queen especially had taken an interest in them. Once day when she was spending time undercover to get information about the Thassans' thoughts on the war with the Anemoi, she happened across them out filming and talking with the townspeople. She had kept her face hidden in the hood of her cloak, but spied on them as she stood nearby talking with another towns person. While everyone was incredibly supportive of their queen and would fight with her to push back the Anemoi, those YouTubers had even made a video about exploring the land and ocean just under the castle on the cliff. One with brown hair had nearly gotten swept out to sea by a riptide. The Queen was watching and, with a sweep of her hand, the current stopped and let him swim back to shore.

A loud roar of laughter was cut off by another crash of thunder. The invaders had kidnapped the man the queen had saved from the rip current. His friends were jumped while he had been knocked unconscious. All five of them had been taken to their camp at the edge of the ocean where they were being held prisoner. The queen's favorite was tied to a wooden cross in the middle of their encampment, in full view of the ocean. The queen didn't even have to see the men to know they were looking out at the ocean with a mix of cockiness and unease. They had seen what the queen was capable of, and none wanted to feel her wrath again.