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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years

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Could we get wedding HC's with Bailey, Eden and Mason? The sort of ceremony they have, where it is, how intimate it would be, how they wreck PC's insides on their wedding night, the sort of langire they'd like to see their spouse in, who's invited, who's NOT invited, what kind of honeymoon they'd have, how long would it be, etc 😇

I know jack shit about dresses and fancy clothes

NSFW below

Bailey

There's a prenup. No chance in hell they're giving you even the slightest chance of running off with their money in a divorce.

Your idea, and it'll take a long while to get that yes.

Would prefer for you to grab a witness and just elope at the town hall, but you have to make it difficult and want a ceremony.

It's expensive, you know? Flowers alone can cost several thousand.

Whos gonna give you away? Doren? Your English teacher? Well alright then.

Let's you plan, and by letting I mean hovers over your shoulder and makes constant comments that what you're doing is wrong.

Pulls in every favour to cheapen prices.

Expensive ass showy rings, though. The best of the best.

Classic black tux for masc Bailey. Nothing too fancy or boring. He hates how he looks in all white, reminds him of those shitty Vagas weddings you see.

Short sleeved, open back white dress for fem Bailey. Shows off her tattoos nicely.

If you're making a big show out of it, then may as well use it as a publicity stunt.

The orphanage is there - and they're all on their best behaviour. Smile and wave at the lovely people, maybe you'll attract customers so Bailey can make their money back.

Quinn is there, too. Maybe the local news paper. There's a lot of people you don't recognise but Bailey says they're important.

Hires security. Probably knows about people like Whitney or Kylar that might gate-crash and won't let them in.

Acts perfectly charming and like they're enjoying themselves the whole time. They might be enjoying themselves, actually, that smile looks real.

Chokes a little seeing you walk up the isle/walking up themselves. Has to clear their throat and blink a few times to regain composure.

Uses the ready-made vows. Not about to be vulnerable in front of an audience.

Surprisingly soft when they kiss you.

Okay so this is fun. It's a break from work, there's tons of free gifts, you look amazing and the cake is delicious.

The honeymoon has to be short, Bailey can't leave the brats for too long.

A trip out of town, a week or so away with just the two of you. Maybe a spa, with couples massages and hot tubs. And wine.

Regardless of your gender, Bailey wants you in lingere. Wants to unwrap you like a present, watch how the material bunches in their hands as they slide it from your skin.

Will spend so long fingerings you into overstimilation, having you lie across their lap and drool into the bedsheets while they talk dirty in your ear.

Eden

You're already married, what are you talking about?

Oh you mean legally. Right.

Doesn't see the need. Hates that much attention on themselves, doesn't want to be in town, doesn't want anyone at the cabin, doesn't need a piece of paper to say they love you.

Might give into a small ceremony, by the lake, just you, the officiate, and a witness.

But Eden chooses them both, control freak that they are.

Reluctantly goes shopping with you to find your clothes. Does not believe in silly things like not seeing the bride in the dress, so will show you which ones they like and ask you to try them on/watch them do so.

A little self conclusion being dressed up. Would prefer to do it in their own clothes, if only you'd let them.

Gets handsy in the changing room.

Or helps you handmake a dress.

Gathering wild flowers for the bouquet and to add to your hair or theirs.

The day comes and the witness turns out to be Bailey. You ask about it and they'll just shrug and say "Don't really know anyone else."

File away into things to investigate later.

Prepared their own vows actually. They stumble through them, eyes flickering to the ground but it's heartfelt and real. You may end up crying.

Very harsh, possessive kiss. Lasts only a few seconds though, there's people watching.

Thanks Bailey and the officiate before sending them off with the signed papers.

Honeymoons are difficult to have when you live in the forest. Maybe Bailey hooks the two of you up with a hotel, for a price, a chance to relax. A chance to eat so much.

Eden is going to abuse that room service.

Meal after meal they don't have to prepare? And you don't, so they can fuck you till it arrives? This is amazing.

Now picture Eden in one of those massive robes, lounging in a comfy bed, satisfied smile on their face from having a full gut and their spouse at their side.

Does the tearing the garter off with their teeth thing if you're wearing it. Immediately goes down on you when it's off.

Breeding kink turns up to 1000%.

Getting Eden a ring that has a matt black texture to the metal so that light is less likely to reflect from it and spook their prey.

Mason

Oh look a normal person.

Proposes to you, very flustered and scared you'll say no.

Plans the proposal out, has a lovely dinner, takes you for a walk, does it in front of a view.

Cries and hugs you tight when you say yes.

Planning together, going on food testing days, touring venues, finding your perfect rings. Not too expensive, but still pretty.

Tells you all about their family, gossiping about who does what and where to sit people.

Warns you about certain relatives being rather traditional, so if anyone asks you're both virgins.

Even if Mason has ruined you pretty much every day since you've moved in.

Is curious about who you'll invite. Who's going to give you away?

Having to deal with Bailey seems like a bad idea if you need someone to give you away, you should probably choose someone else. Sam? Sam could work. Maybe Darryl, even Charlie.

Leighton is not invited. Whitney is banned. Robin can come. Kylar is also banned.

Doren will be there, maybe River, maybe Winter. Doren is the only one that looks genuinely happy to be there out of the three.

Modest dress for you/them. Again, it's the traditional thing. But it's beautiful all the same.

Won't see you the night before the wedding, but will sit on call with you all night even if their bachelor/hen party tries to pull them away.

Refuses to go to a strip club, goes to a fancy restaurant instead for the bachelor/hen party. Or maybe even laser tag.

Also prepares their own vows. Cries when you/they walk down the Isle.

The kiss is long and accompanied with a bone crushing hug.

A proper honeymoon, takes you someone tropical!

Swimming in the ocean together! Even going scuba diving or in shark cages! Going to theme parks, tanning on the beach. Possibly going to a nude beach, you're in a foreign country, no one would know.

So shy when you both strip out of your clothes on the first night, like it's the very first time again.

Tells you they love you every five seconds, bangs you on every surface, can't walk properly the next day.

You in lingere will send Mason nuts. Especially if you give them a lap dance, they won't be able to stay still.

Also intent on indulging their breeding kink.

#degrees of lewdity bailey #degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of mason #degrees of lewdity #spill your guts #anonymous

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somedayonbroadway · 4 years

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Could you do “The Little Mermaid (Sprace)”?

I am so stoked for this one!!!!!

The Little Mermaid (Sprace) AU

Characters

Racetrack Higgins (Tylilleprins) — Ariel

Spot Conlon — Prince Eric

Jack Kelly (Jaqeleder) — Sebastian

Alberd DaSilva (Alberdybhav) — Flounder

Bryan Denton (Brydenbeskyttelse) — King Triton

William Snyder (Snydehavheks) — Ursula

Medda Larkin — Carlotta

The Delancey Brothers (Osvraggods and Mostrandingsgods) — Flotsam and Jetsam

Mermaid colors:

Race has a blue tail.

Jack’s tail is green.

Al’s is an orange-red

Denton’s is like navy blue

Oscar’s tail is dark dark green, almost black

Morris’s is dark red

Snyder’s is a cecaelia (half human, half octopus) but his color is purple. Obviously.

Okay, so this AU actually takes place in modern day. Spot is the son of a very rich man who is practically royalty in Manhattan and basically lives the life of a prince.

Anyways,

Race, a fifteen year old merman with the birth name of Tylilleprins, is a prince of Atlantica in the Atlantic Ocean. He is the youngest prince, second only to his big brother Jaqeleder who he calls Jack. They speak their own mermadian language (in my head it is made up of small clicking sounds, almost sounding like purrs mixed with dolphin sounding noises and sometimes and some actual vocal words). His father, Brydenbeskyttelse, is the king (yes he has a very long name. It’s shorter in mermaidian).

Race is fascinated by the human world. Him and his best friend Alberdybhav (Albie) often go off to explore sunken ships and swim as far up to the surface as they can before Jack catches them.

Jack catches them a lot.

Al doesn’t always go with Race willingly. Race often drags him along on adventures even though it is forbidden by the king to go to the surface.

The king and the older prince of the sea have their reasons to hate the human world, but Race does not, so he has this curiosity that Jack warns him time and time again is very dangerous. He doesn’t heed Jack’s warnings.

One day, Race and Al eventually make it to the surface and hide behind seaweed and small rocks of the ocean while they get closer and closer to shore, gazing at the beach. He catches sight of a boy, about his age, maybe a little older, getting ready to go surfing with some friends. Of course, Race and Al have no idea what the boys are doing.

Eventually, Al says something that makes Race remember something.

They were supposed to be at a party in which Jack was being presented as the kingdom’s next leader. When they get back, Jack’s already mad at him, but is even more worried about him. When he finds out where Race was, he swims away and shuts Race out for a little while so their father can lecture Race about going to the surface, grounding him as he’s yelling at his youngest son.

Race and Jack had always been close, despite being at odds a lot of the time. Jack is extremely protective of Race, often shooing off potential suitresses and suitors who are after the crown. He tells Race he’s too naive to be in a relationship because there will be a lot of merpeople out there who are after him for status and power.

Race doesn’t mind that Jack is protective of him, though sometimes it breaks his heart that so many people he finds himself interested in are using him.

He doesn’t like that Jack won’t let him up to the surface.

What Race doesn’t know is that Jack hates the human world because he witnessed the humans murder their mother when Race was only a baby. Jack and her had been playing up near the surface at sunset and a group of fishermen spotted them. To protect her son, their mother pushed Jack behind a buoy and tried to swim away, drawing attention to herself and away from Jack. He watched them shoot her with something to slow her down and drag her up onto their boat with a net. She screamed for him to swim away so Jack did. They tried to shoot him too but they only grazed his chin. It’s how Jack got the scar that’s there.

After Race misses Jack’s party, their father persuades Jack to keep an even closer eye on the kid, trying to get Jack to forgive his little brother and somehow Jack ends up following Race and Al to the surface where he tries to literally drag the boys back down to the castle. But he hides behind a large stone when he finds that Race is watching some surfers.

Jack starts to get a little bit more frantic when he realizes how close they are to the shore. But they can’t swim away without someone seeing them.

Eventually, Jack finds that Race is infatuated with one of the boys in particular. They watch him for a long time until the boy is out there alone, riding waves until he wipes out, hitting his head on his board and falling under water.

Race’s reaction is immediate as he dives to save the boy from drowning. Jack screams at him to come back, forcing Al to swim away as he chases Race who doesn’t listen to him at all.

Race swims the stranger back to shore, taking in the sight of him and falling in love with him immediately. He talks to the boy, but to humans their language sounds like song above the water, while below the water it just sounds like ticking and dolphin noises (In some myths I believe Sirens, not mermaids but still, sound like song above the water and screeching under the water).

But when the boy starts to wake up, Jack grabs Race and panics, dragging him back under the sea before the boy can fully see the person who saved his life.

Spot Conlon is the son of a rich business owner. His father is rarely around, leaving him with a lot of butlers and maids to keep him company in his mansion that he practically lives in alone. He has a few friends from school, Hot Shot, Kid Blink and Rafaela. He loves to spend most of his time with them at the beach.

His mother used to tell him that he’d live in the ocean one day. That is, before she left them for another man. Regardless, Spot loves the ocean.

He has a tattoo on his arm of a mermaids tail along with a seashell on the back of his shoulder. His father technically paid for them, but he doesn’t know that. Spot gets them out of spite. He knew he was supposed to be a perfect child, but he hated that.

Anyway, he goes out surfing with his friends on his birthday. They all leave by sunset, but he stays a little longer, not wanting to go home to an empty house.

He loses his footing on his board and hits his head, going under.

He wakes up for a moment, hearing someone singing sweetly. He can see bright blue eyes above him before he goes unconscious again.

When he wakes up later, he’s in his bed with a doctor hovering over him as Miss Medda, the head of staff at his mansion, worrying over him like she always does.

Spot begs to know who saved him but Medda tells him he got washed to shore by the tide. Spot tries to explain that there was a boy that saved him and sang to him, but Medda tells him he must’ve been dreaming.

Spot promises himself he’ll find the boy who saved him.

Meanwhile, Jack is scolding Race for making contact with a human before Brydenbeskyttelse finds them and scares Jack by asking them where they were. Jack gets skittish and eventually manages to cover for Race, not wanting to get in trouble himself. But he quickly finds that Race is still curious about the boy he saved and the human world in general. Before he can try to talk to Race about it, his brother is gone, off being completely lovestruck.

Al teases Race and tries to figure out who made such an impression on his friend before realizing it was the human he’d saved. He gets a little nervous and Jack tries to talk Race down, eventually following Race to a small grotto filled with things from the human world. Race doesn’t seem to mind at first that Jack is there. In fact, he seems happy that his brother finally gets to see his collection.

Jack is horrified.

He doesn’t want to, but he tells their father.

The King is furious, scolding Jack before finding the grotto and frightening his youngest son. Race tries to explain to him that these things won’t hurt anybody, but Brydenbeskyttelse destroys everything within his sight with his trident. Jack is horrified by this too, trying to calm his father down, but only getting screamed at in response.

In case anyone was wondering: Race calls Brydenbeskyttelse “Daddy” because he literally is Ariel and he’s the baby and he loves that and his father had never gotten this angry at him before.

Their father leaves and Jack tries to apologize, trying to tell Race he was only trying to keep him safe, but Race would yell at him to go away, scaring Jack and Al who had unintentionally watched the entire exchange. Race ends up breaking down on the floor of his grotto, feeling alone and betrayed by his brother who he trusted more than anyone else in the world.

What he didn’t know is that he’d been watched.

Osvraggods and Mostrandingsgods have been watching Tylilleprins since the beginning of the story, in fact, they’ve been watching him for years, waiting for him to be at a vulnerable place where they could sneak in and try and comfort him.

Os and Mo circle around Race at first, creeping him out when he sees them. They coo at him and wipe at his tears. He’s scared and almost cries for Jack before they tell him there’s someone they know that can fix all of his problems. A sea witch named Snydehavheks. Race is skeptical, knowing that witch was dangerous, at least according to his father.

But the mermen promise Race that he will be able to be with the man he loves and away from those who destroyed everything he adored. So Race goes with them.

He is unknowingly followed by Jack who was trying to go back to check on him and Al follows him closely behind.

Together they watch the whole exchange. Snydehavheks is a strange but powerful man. No one knows much about him, but he reveals himself to be Race and Jack’s uncle who was banished from the kingdom after a few spells gone wrong. Race tries to retreat after hearing this, but with eight arms, the guy grabs him easily and holds him back, explaining that he’d turned over a new leaf and wanted to help.

Jack tries to go in and help his brother, but is stopped by Os and Mo who hold a “knife” to his throat (its sharp fish bones fashioned as a weapon).

Race still doesn’t know he was followed.

Snydehavheks offers Race a deal, one he describes as very good and well worth the cost. In exchange for two weeks on land with human legs and the ability to understand English, the witch will take his voice. The only catch is that Race has to get Spot to kiss him by the final sunset on the last day to remain human permanently or else his soul would belong to Snydehavheks. See, mermaids' tails can turn to legs when they’re on land, but walking on them is painful and horrible for them. So this offer is to take the pain away and make sure his legs stay no matter what for two weeks.

Race tries to argue, not understanding how he’d get Spot to kiss him if he couldn’t speak, but Snydehavheks would tell him that he still had everything he needed to make it happen and he’d offer Race a contract.

Jack would finally get the weapon away from the brothers in front of him and cry out for Race not to do it, but Race would just get even more angry and sign the thing.

His voice would be gone immediately and his legs would start growing. His fangs would turn into regular human teeth and his claws would shrink and flatten out.

He’d quickly find that he could no longer breathe.

Jack would act fast, Al right behind him. They’d swim Race up to the surface so he could breathe and Jack would be screaming at Race the whole time until Race was too stunned to listen. He’d be human and he’d be terrified.

Jack would tell him that they could fix this. That he’d go back and talk to the sea witch, but Race wouldn’t let him. He’d grab Jack’s arm and try to hold him still. Jack can see how shaken Race is and Al doesn’t know what to do so he can’t just leave the two of them up there.

Eventually, Jack tells Race he needs to go get some sort of clothing. While Jack doesn’t understand humans, he used to observe them too and knows they don’t just walk around naked.

Race would steal someone’s clothes that were left on the beach, realizing how difficult it was to walk when he’d never tried it before. Jack would panic and try to tell him to come back to the water, but Race wouldn’t and Al would tell Jack that even if he did make a deal with Snydehavheks, Race would still be human for a little bit and someone was bound to find him sooner or later.

Jack would try to get their father but before he could, humans would catch sight of Race. Jack would try to drag him into the sea by his ankle, but Al would force him under the water and away from the shore.

Race, who is now on the ground, would be approached by the very boy who he’d gone up there to see. It’s early in the morning at this point. And the boy who introduces himself as Spot was going out for a morning surf.

Spot asks Race if he’s alright and Race goes to respond, realizing again that his voice is gone. He starts to panic and Spot asks him where he can take him or who he can call. Race just shrugs and shakes his head which Spot takes to mean as he’s alone.

Jack and Al watch as Spot leads Race away from the ocean and Jack has no idea what to do.

Taking Race to Miss Medda, Spot tries to communicate with him, finding that this mysterious boy can’t read or write, but seems to understand him just fine. Spot finds that something about this boy reminds him of someone but he knows he can’t be the boy that saved him because the boy that saved him had hummed and sang to him.

Miss Medda gets Race cleaned up and washed up and redressed in modern clothing that fits Race perfectly. Spot offers to show him around since Race agrees that he doesn’t know where he is really and doesn’t have anyone he knows there.

Race is nervous and anxious about everything but gets excited about little things anyways. When he sees Spot’s tattoo, he grabs the other boy’s arm and studies it for a long time. So Spot asks him if he liked Mermaids and Race immediately smiles and nods his head.

Spot decides to then take Race to the local aquarium where they meet a scientist named Mr. Weisel, who Race immediately finds he doesn’t like. Weisel tells them about a mermaid they caught years and years ago (Race’s mother) who they unfortunately killed a little bit too soon. A lot of people don’t believe there was ever a mermaid, as mermaids are myths, but Race puts the pieces together easily. He shows them a necklace made of shells that Race recognizes immediately as his mother’s.

He gets upset and even more scared so Spot would take him home.

Now it made sense why Jack, who seemed so fearless, was terrified of the human world.

From then on, Spot talks to Race about mermaids and how he was sure he’d seen some in the past (he’d seen Jack when Jack was little, playing with their mother).

Eventually, he takes Race back to the ocean where Race meets his friends who think he’s a bit odd, but Race doesn’t mind. They’re at the beach and Race can see Al. When he finds a way to get to where his friend is hiding, Al says that Jack is losing it. Race feels guilty, knowing it’s his fault his brother is so worried. Al tells him that Jack still hasn’t told their father what’s happened, explaining that Race was sick and wouldn’t leave his room and always finding an excuse for the king not to go see him.

When Spot finds him, Race shoves Al back beneath the water and pretends to just be watching the waves.

Spot and his friends teach Race how to surf.

Race is surprised at how much he likes it.

For the next few weeks, Spot and Race get very close. Spot starts to teach Race how to read and Race shows Spot how to appreciate the ocean in an entirely new way.

About a week in, Spot becomes infatuated with Race and starts to hold his hand. Race loves it.

At some point, they almost kiss in a lagoon, but are interrupted by Os and Mo who were sent by Snydehavheks to stop Race from succeeding.

Jack and Al, who were trying to help Race succeed, see the other two mermen and follow them back to their cave to figure out the sea witch’s actual plan where they learn that Snydehavheks is after the crown and plans to use Race as leverage to get it.

By the time they try to get back up to Race to warn him, it’s the end of the last day and he and Spot still haven’t kissed.

Weasel, who suspected there was something off about Race from the beginning, was watching him and Spot who were sitting at the edge of the water.

All in all, it’s a big mess.

Race begins to transform back into a merman and it causes him physical pain. He cries out, realizing his voice is back and tries to swim away before remembering that if he goes back, he belongs to the sea witch who gave him legs. So he hesitates just long enough for Weasel and a group of fishermen to throw a net over him and use long sticks with formed edges (not pitchforks but something similar) to pin Race to the shore. He tries to squirm away and cry out for help. Spot is confused and at a loss for words but tries to do something.

Race starts screaming for Jack who is hiding behind a buoy farther out in the ocean. Jack is paralyzed with fear and doesn’t know what to do so all he can do is watch them put his little brother in a large tank and pack him into the back of a truck and take off with him.

He dives back beneath the water and begs Snydehavheks to tell him where his brother is, reluctantly offering up his soul in exchange for information and help getting to Race.

The sea witch offers to help, but doesn’t grant Jack land legs. He simply tells Jack to swim up to shore and the rest would be made clear to him.

So Jack does what he says.

On the shore, there’s a uniform waiting for him. It’s a janitor’s uniform from the aquarium. He pulls himself from the water and puts it on, standing up on scaly legs and finding it extremely painful to walk on them, like thousands of needles piercing his skin. But he forces himself to walk and get to Race.

There’s an invisible trail leading Jack straight to his brother.

Race is being kept in a display tank for now in the aquarium. He’s been there for almost a full day by the time Jack finds him. He doesn’t like being in there. People tap on his glass and call him a freak. At first he’d hiss at them, showing off his sharp fangs and daring them to continue taunting him. Eventually he just gave up and turned away from the humans, curling up in a ball on the floor of the tank and trying to imagine his brother was there with him. Jack never let him be scared. Even when he’d wanted to shut down Race’s curiosity, he hadn’t wanted to scare him.

So he’s laying there with his tail pulled up to his chest and he’s crying, knowing he can’t do anything until he hears someone speaking his own language behind him and he turns around to find Jack standing outside his cage, looking like he was in pain, but still managing to look relieved that he’d found Race.

Race presses his hand up against the glass and Jack matches it crying at the relief of seeing his brother alive.

After a minute, he tries to break open the tank with anything he can find around him. He gets it to crack after a while, so Race starts hitting at it, trying to break it. Eventually, Jack manages to shatter the glass and Race gets pushed out onto the floor.

That's when a worker finds them, just as Race is regrowing his legs. Jack immediately sits down and pulls Race to him, hissing at her because he’s not a full human and has his fangs and claws still.

The woman, Katherine, Race reads off of her name tag, is shocked at first. He tries to speak English for the first time in his life, saying things like “please” and “ocean” and “daddy” because he knows that Jack is there but he still wants his dad.

Katherine would melt at the sight, finding some pants for Race to wear. That’s when Weasel would rush in. Jack was still holding on tightly to Race and Katherine would stand in front of them ready to defend them because she didn’t agree on keeping the merman from the beginning.

When Weasel tries to get to Race, Jack claws at his arm, deep enough to make him bleed.

That’s when Weasel figures out that Jack’s a merman too.

He grabs for his walkie talkie and calls for backup just as Spot breaks into the aquarium to try and break Race out. He finds Race and Jack on the ground behind Katherine and goes to get closer to Race. Jack tries to lash out at him, but Race stops him, though he still is a bit cautious of Spot because Spot didn’t save him while he was being captured.

Spot tries to ask Jack for his permission to help take Race back to the ocean. Race has to translate for him the best he can. Jack let’s go of Race, knowing that as long as Race made it home, he could be happy.

Eventually, he lets go of Race with one more kiss to his head and let’s Spot scoop him up as Katherine starts to fight with Weasel, tasing him with his own taser as more backup arrives.

She helps Jack stand and realizes walking must pain him, so she takes his weight and tries to get him back to the water.

They have a very hard time getting out of the building as Katherine has to hide them from Weasel’s men. Jack takes a reluctant liking to Katherine as she helps him through the building and back to the water. Even though they can’t understand each other’s language, Katherine manages to make Jack laugh and Jack finds himself intrigued by this woman.

Once they get back to the water, they find Spot on the shore panicking.

He tells Katherine that Race was there a second ago but the second he was fully in the water, some kind of octopus dragged him down.

Jack doesn’t understand, but he sees the panic on Spot’s face and immediately finds a place to dive into the water, going to find his brother only to be caught by two other mermen who drag him down beneath the water.

It’s Osvraggods and Mostrandingsgods. They tell him that Snydehavheks is there to collect him as he is now his property.

He finds Race struggling against Snydehavheks, who has his tentacles wrapped around the boy as they are forced to face their father who demands to know what on earth his half brother thinks he’s doing.

The sea witch shows Brydenbeskyttelse the contracts his sons signed.

The king knows what his brother wants. So he gives it to him.

With one final look at his sons who are begging him not to do what they know he’s about to do, he offers Snydehavheks the crown and his trident after making the other man promise that no harm would come to his boys. Snydehavheks agrees before making his half brother sign a contract and then taking the trident and turning Brydenbeskyttelse into stone.

Jack’s heart breaks as he watches his father fall but he demands that the sea witch release them as he made a deal. He rushes to grab Race before Race can go to the statue of their father and forces him to stay close, unsure of truly what to do.

Eventually, the younger prince fights his way out of Jack’s arms and tries to fight Snydehavheks who nearly kills him with the trident. After that, Race rushes up to the surface to get away from the man who’s now chasing him and Jack goes to help him.

At the surface, Spot and Katherine are still standing confused on the shore. But when they see Race struggling to get away from a giant half man, half octopus, Spot rushes to help him, managing to hurt the sea witch but eventually getting dragged beneath the surface.

Katherine tries to rush to help him, but Jack grabs her and helps her back to shore before Os and Mo can grab her.

Jack and Race then manage to get Spot to safety before Race finally takes his father’s trident and stabs Snydehavheks in the back, killing him. Jack then takes the thing to scare Os and Mo away. Once he does that, him and Race swim down to their father, freeing him.

Brydenbeskyttelse hugs them tightly before Race remembers Spot and rushes up to the surface again, hugging Spot immediately and trying to apologize.

Spot holds him back just as tightly before pulling away and kissing him.

Jack swims over to see Katherine and they have a cute little moment where Jack says in his own language that there was something about her he just wouldn’t be able to get out of his mind. She doesn’t know what he said, but she gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Their father watches the exchange, asking Race if he truly wanted to be with Spot. When he hesitantly nods, the king reluctantly gives Race the ability to walk on land without pain, even though he can still return to the ocean if he wants to.

Race doesn’t go without hugging his family again.

Eventually, Spot and Race do get married. But every time they get in a fight, Race goes back to find Jack and stay with him for a little while.

Spot gives the merpeople “human names”. He calls Race “Tyler”.

Jack visits his human friends and his brother once a week at least, learning how to speak English and finding that he was falling for Katherine who was just as quickly falling for him.

She finds herself fascinated by the life of the sea and eventually lets Jack take her down after he has his father’s permission. Brydenbeskyttelse turns her into a mermaid (her tail is yellow and orange). And her and Jack eventually become married and she gets to be a queen.

I know all of their names look like I was just typing random letters but I actually looked up the Danish translation for somethings (just on google, so I have no idea how accurate it is) because The Little Mermaid is a Danish story.

Tylilleprins — Lille prins means Little Prince

Jaqeleder — leder means leader

Brydenbeskyttelse — beskyttelse means protector

Alberdybhav — dyb hav means deep sea

Osvraggods — vraggods means flotsam

Mostrandingsgods — strandingsgods means jetsam

Snydehavheks — hav heks means sea witch

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed! I really like this one! Writing mermaids is interesting.

Let me know if you guys wanna see any scenes written out!

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crankywhenprovoked · 4 years

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Beached. Roceit.

This was a commision for @nightlovechild. Who asked for:

Roceit, going on vacation as buddies, but being alone and secluded makes desires come to the surface.

Notes: Deceit’s name is Dimitri, They are non-binary and intersex. (meaning they have both male and female genitals)

Dimitri sighed as they looked out at the waves, kicking the sand lightly with each swing of their feet. In the cabin behind them, they could hear the timber of Roman’s voice, but couldn’t quite understand what he was saying. Not that they didn’t have a pretty good guess.

It was supposed to be a friends weekend out at the beach house that had an amazing section of beach that was cut off by a line of trees and rocks. Dee had been the first to arrive, getting everything opened up and making sure it was going to be liveable for the next two weeks. They had been in the middle of getting the beds ready for all of the rest to arrive when Roman had shown up.

They had both nodded at each other as Roman claimed a bed, and Dee had claimed another, waiting for the rest. Three hours later, when the sun was getting lower in the sky, they were starting to get worried about the others. But a phone call and a lot of bad words later, the two were informed that they would be the only two there.

“Jack asses.” Roman’s voice made Dee jump, looking over their shoulder.

“Did they give you a reason?”

“Not a very good one,” Roman sighed, shaking his head as he sat down next to Dee. “Don’t worry about it, both of us don’t need to be pissed at them.”

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck here with me. Since neither of us is going to give up this vacation.”

“I know that we haven’t been the best of friends before, but can we try and put that all behind us? At least for the next two weeks?”

“Act like besties for two weeks and then go back to hating each other?” Dee laughed.

“I don’t hate you.” Roman said softly.

Biting their lip softly, Dee looked over the waves again for a few moments, before nodding and holding out their hand.

“We can put the past in the past, at least for the two weeks. And hey, maybe we’ll even like each other at the end of it all.” Dimitri smiled as Roman wrapped their hand in his.

“Like that’s ever going to happen. I could never like someone with a mohawk.”

“We’ll see about that, Prince posh.”

~*~

Roman let out a huff of air as suddenly there was a weight on his back, before Dee’s arms were wrapped around him.

“You up yet?”

“I’m going to say, no.” Roman yawned, looking over his shoulder, blowing a raspberry as Dee’s hair got in his face.

“Well why not?”

“Because I’m on vacation, and I would like to sleep in?”

“You’ve had the past week to sleep in, plus it’s almost 10. I could have woken you up at seven.”

Roman groaned as he smacked Dee’s arm, rolling over only for Dee to lay across his stomach, resting their face on their hand.

“Hi handsome.” Dee smiled, making Roman laugh, pushing their face.

“Shut up.”

“Not unless you agree you’re getting up and getting breakfast with me.”

“If I must.”

Dee nodded, making Roman roll his eyes again before shoving at Dee’s shoulder, making them get up. Following after them, Roman grabbed the closest pair of shorts and shirt, tossing them on before leaving the room.

“Just so you know, you invited me, means you’re paying.”

“Damn you’re a crappy date.” Dee huffed, sliding on their shoes.

“Says the punk who did the inviting, and then is complaining about paying.”

“Just for that, you just invited me to get ice cream afterwards. And since you invited, you get to pay.”

“That’s not how that works.” Roman called after them, grabbing their wallet before slipping their shoes on.

~*~

Roman smiled softly as he watched the rain fall onto the sand, not able to even hear the ocean over it’s pattering fall. Sitting cross legged, with his knees almost touching the wall at the head of his bed, leaning on the open sill. He wasn’t even sure how early it actually was, but the soft glow of the sun behind the clouds made everything a soft gray.

Startling a little as there was a soft knock on the door, Roman looked over his shoulder as Dee peeked into the room.

“Hey, no fair. Why do you have such a good view?” Dee grumbled around a yawn.

“You do know that you could have picked this room, since you got here first.” Roman laughed softly, patting the bed next to him.

Turning back to the window he heard Dee grumble again, before the bed dipped as they crawled towards him. Letting out a small noise, Roman was shocked when he felt Dee moved in behind him, resting their chin on his shoulder.

“This isn’t what I meant, you know.” Roman said softly, as Dee’s arms wrapped around his waist.

“Do you want me to move?”

Looking over his shoulder, eyes trailing over Dee’s face, taking in the softness of their features, the slightly mess of their hair. Shaking his head, Roman looked back out the window, leaning himself back more into Dee’s embrace, holding their hands. A calm silence spread between them as they sat together, watching the rain fall onto the sand. As time went by, the sun came up more, turning the beach more into a peach tone.

“Do you think the rain is going to last all day?” Dee asked, tilting their head to the side slightly.

“Not sure, I don’t think I’ve even really looked at my phone since we took those pictures with our ice cream cones yesterday.” Roman said, looking at Dee again.

“Not even to check the instagram likes? Wow, I’m impressed.”

Roman rolled his eyes, bumping Dee lightly with his shoulder, making them laugh, giving Roman’s waist a squeeze. Letting out a small laugh, Dee’s face lit up a little as they gave Roman’s waist another squeeze, making him laugh again. Squeezing Dee’s hands, Roman leaned back more against them, shaking his head, looking at them.

“See something you like?” Dee teased softly, lips twitching in a smirk.

“And if I do?” Roman asked, hand coming up to lightly rest on the back of their neck.

“Thought that you couldn’t like someone with a mohawk.”

“Guess you did change my mind,” Roman huffed out a small laugh, pulling Dee closer. “Can I kiss you?”

Nodding their head, Dee leaned in to meet Roman in the middle, pressing their lips together with a soft exhale. Letting their eyes flutter shut, their hands pressed flatter to Roman’s torso, holding him close as they moved their lips against his. Roman groaned softly, moving his hand down and turning himself around, wrapping his arm around Dee’s waist to move them further up the bed.

Dee arched a little as Roman pressed against them, hands moving over their arms before holding their wrists lightly to the bed. A gasping moan left Dee as Roman’s hips pressed against theirs, cocks frotting together.

“Wait, wait.” Dee breathed, Roman pulling back.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Roman moved to pull back, Dee wrapping their leg around Roman’s waist to keep him in place.

“Don’t apologize, I’m liking the direction this is going. I’m not going to admit that I’ve wanted this for a while now. But there’s, fuck.” Dee let out a breath.

“Hey, talk to me.”

“Ok, so. I’m not, ugh.”

Roman tilted his head slightly, thumbs running over Dee’s wrists, waiting for them to get their words together.

“I’m not normal.” Dee blurted, making Roman blink.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Dee.”

“I know, I’m getting there. And I know there’s really no such thing as normal, so don’t even. But like, I’m a limited edition, extra pieces and everything.”

“Extra pieces?”

“I have both a cock and a vagina.” Dee rushed out, their cheeks burning red.

Roman blinked fast as Dee’s eyes shifted away from his, squirming a little under him, fingers fidgeting. Biting his lip, Roman’s eyes trailed over Dee’s cheeks, before they moved back to their eyes, that looked wet. Letting go of their wrists, Dee looked a little deflated, jumping as Roman wrapped his arms under them.

“Look at me.” Roman whispered.

Turning their face, Dee gasped as Roman leaned in, pressing his lips to theirs again, tempting them into a soft kiss. Wrapping their arms around Roman’s neck, their breath picked up as Roman rocked into them again.

“If you’re comfortable letting me see you, then I’m honored, and still want you.”

Dee let out a shaky breath, nodding their head, whispering out a soft please, kissing Roman again. Roman’s hands slide out from under them, trailing over their skin pressing Dee’s shirt up before pulling it off. Dee tugged of Roman’s making him take it off as well, before pulling Roman back to them. Rolling their hips up, Dee’s breath hitched as Roman kissed down their throat, sucking a mark on their skin.

“Those don’t fade fast you know.” Dee moaned, fingers wrapping in Roman’s hair as he sucked another mark.

“I figured that it would blend in with the rest of your tattoo’s,” Roman smirked, making Dee squrim as he kissed down their chest and stomach, to the edge of their pants. “Can I?”

Nodding their head, Dee breathed out as Roman pressed more kisses to their stomach, pulling their pants and underwear down. Dee wanted so much to look away as Roman saw them in all their glory, but they just couldn’t. Roman’s face was soft, his hands running over Dee’s legs, pressing them further apart.

“Tell me the rules down here.” Roman said.

“Uhm, anything goes, as long as you want to. You, fuck, you can jerk me off, or finger me. Whatever.”

“What do you like?” Roman asked, wrapping his hand around Dee’s cock, stroking them slowly.

“I-I don’t know, about others that is, I haven’t been with anyone recently.”

“Then how about just tell me if anything is too far, yea?”

“Yea, fuck, touch me.”

Roman smiled, moving his hand faster, watching Dee’s head fall back more into the bed, their legs opening wider. Sliding his other hand up, Roman’s fingers brushed over Dee’s core, his fingers getting slicker with each touch. Slipping one finger into them, Dee moaned loud at the duel sensation, Roman’s finger pressing deeper. Arching their back more, they whined, begging for another finger, shivering as Roman obliged.

“Does it feel good?” Roman teased, working his fingers faster, as he squeezed the head of their cock.

“S-so good, you’re really good with your hands.” Dee squirmed, grasping at the bed.

Leaning in, Roman pressed kisses and nips to Dee’s skin, working his hands faster, his cock throbbing at the noises Dee was making. Shifting on the bed a little, Roman tried pressing his legs together, groaning as Dee’s hips jerked up.

“Ro, please, can you,” Dee trailed off, reaching out for him. “Please, want you to fuck me.”

“You sure?”

“More than sure, come here.”

Thrusting his fingers faster for a few moments before slipping them free, Roman pulled his own clothing off fast. Climbing up between their legs, Roman wrapped his arms under them, pressing their lips together. Moving his hips a few times, he let out a soft groan as the head of his cock caught against Dee’s core.

“Ready?” Roman asked, moaning loud as Dee wrapped their legs around him, pulling him inside.

“Come on, Stud. We don’t have neighbors, make me scream.”

Roman moaned loudly, pressing their lips hard together as he started moving, their hips smacking together. Dee’s nails pressed into Roman’s shoulders, working their hips up into Roman’s breathing hard against his lips. No matter how many different ways Dee had tried to play with themself, they knew now it wouldn’t actually compare to this. The solid weight on top of them, Roman’s cock filling them full, stomach pressing their cock between them.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Roman breathed, pressing their lips together again, before pressing kisses to their throat.

“Inside or out?” Dee teased, before letting out a long moan, Roman’s teeth pressing against their pulse.

“Both, like a furnace around me, so debauched looking under me.”

Dee let out a whimper as Roman left more marks on them, his hands sliding up Dee’s sides, pressing their wrists into the mattress again. They always knew that Roman was attractive, but seeing him like this, looking at them with such a lustful look, made their head spin.

“Please, please touch me, make me come around you.” Dee begged, biting their lip as Roman moaned.

“Such a dirty mouth.”

“You have no idea.”

A loud curse left Dee as Roman moved their wrists to under one hand, his other moving between them. Wrapping around Dee’s cock, Roman worked his hand fast, moaning their name as they got tighter around his cock. Roman’s head fell forward in a choked moan as Dee started coming, pulsing around his cock, moans ringing in his ears.

“Can, fuck, can I come in you?” Roman moaned, trying his best to slow his thrusts, but the tight pull of Dee around him making it impossible.

“Fuck, yes!” Dee shouted, his body shaking as Roman pressed forward, filling him.

As their bodies slowly stopped moving, Dee let out a contented groan, pulling their hands from Roman’s to wrap around his neck. Pulling him gently, they pressed their lips to his, kissing him softly as Roman pulled them close again. Slowly rolling them to the side, both let out soft groans as Roman slipped out of them.

“We should get cleaned up.” Dee said, finally pulling back, shifting their legs.

“If we must.” Roman sighed dramatically, making Dee roll their eyes.

Rolling out of the bed, Roman gathered the sheets while Dee headed into the bathroom, letting the door clothes. Once Roman put the sheets in the washer, he cleaned up in the sink, before putting new sheets on the bed. Fixing the blankets, Roman climbed into bed, pulling back the blankets on the other side.

A few minutes later, Dee made their way back out of the bathroom, cocking an eyebrow at the other side of the bed.

“Is that an invitation?” They asked, sliding under the blankets when Roman nodded.

“It’s still raining, it’s the perfect amount of chill in the room, and just maybe I want to take a nap with you.”

“Even if I have a mohawk?” Dee asked, moving so they were pressed against Roman, his arm wrapping around them.

“Even with your mohawk.” Roman smiled, leaning in and pressing their lips together.

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chaniters · 5 years

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SUPERSIZE ME

Ortega has developed a plan to finally free Sidestep from the farm... And it’s initial stage involves facing some of his worst nightmares come true.

This is a follow up to the “Sick” fic.

Hope you enjoy it!

WARNING, heavy Chargestep included. Also included, fluff.

SUPERSIZE ME

"No. No way. Fuck it. No, I can't do this Ricardo. I can't let's turn back."

"We're almost there! Come on!" he insists.

"I just can't... it's too..."

"Too what?"

"Too risky! What if it doesn't work? I don't want to go back!"

"You won't go back. We already have all the support we need"

"But you don't know these people! You don't know what they can do!"

"I know that when the Panama thing exploded the evidence against them was a million times smaller and a president almost gets impeached. We've got all the safeguards."

"I'm... I'm fucking afraid Ricardo."

"Look, I get it. But what's the option? Getting back into your suit that NO ONE can fix and go on bombing stuff until we both get killed?"

"Yes...?" you say causing him to glare at you "... ok no... but... are you sure there's no other way?"

"I'm sure it's the only way we can stop them." He groans “And you agreed if i recall”

“Yes, but I know jack shit. I mean I’m no model of sanity!”

You stay silent for a few moments, pondering the options.

He takes your hands with his and places them over his chest looking at you with the puppy eyes.

“We have to do this”

Fuck. You're supposed to be the telepath not him.

You inhale profoundly and finally answer.

Leap of faith it is.

And so you step into the men's salon with him.

Every single customer steps outside as you enter and the hair stylists don't question it as their clients leave. They all think they left something on the fire at home, even the ones who don't own a kitchen.

Ricardo nudges you from behind. "Did you...just...?"

"Yes. Big time. No way I'm going to wait in here" you state matter-of-factly. He seems about to protest but decides not to fight this battle.

Ricardo goes through a magazine showing different hairstyles. You can't really focus on it. All the guys in there look really attractive. You are just... whatever.

"This isn't going to work," you say looking away. "You just pick whichever you want, it'll be fine by me." They can't fix you with some scissors. You know that.

He seems a bit taken back, but he simply tells the barber to inflict one of the pictures onto you.

Your mind races back to the Farm... they would just shave your hair with a machine back there. It was fast. You remember they shaved you when they recaptured you. It wasn't even a choice they made to punish you. You were going to surgery and they needed the hair out of the way to fix you.

This is different. He cuts so slowly... and he touches your head... positions it to the side.. to the other side... forward... back...

You feel the panic levels rising. You need to make it stop ...

He nudges you slightly. The contact of the cold scissors... makes you tremble.

It has to stop...

Ortega's hand presses on your shoulder. You look at the mirror and he's giving you a "Mind your manners" look. You notice the Barber has frozen and his left eye is twitching.

Fuck.

You relax and let the barber's mind free. You weren't even doing it on purpose.

Ricardo sits by your side. Maybe to give you moral support. Maybe to stop you from breaking the barber's brain.

And then it's done. He brushes you excess hair off your clothes, sprinkles some water all over and then finishes with a shot of the hairdryer while combing your hair.

You always simply cut your hair yourself. And now you're afraid to look at the mirror.

"What do you think?" Ricardo asks.

You take a brief look and mumble that yes, you do like it.

Whatever.

He's afraid of you not liking your haircut. Maybe he doesn't believe you when you tell him you're terrified of your own body, or it's reflection. Mirrors. You hate them.

And then the torture continues.

Off to get you some clothing.

You remember the first time you picked your own clothes... the colored mountainwear ensemble. Ortega's never stopped joking about it...

You liked it so much. And It was just so hideous. You could dress up Eden as fancy as you wanted, but you just can't do the same with yourself. The farm issued your clothing when they needed you to look presentable... And even among other regenes, when left to your own devices, you were clueless. Perhaps you'll rely on Ricardo's sense of fashion this time.

He guides you to the store. They sell tailor-made fancy suits and men's clothing. You have avoided these places like the plague since ever. Hoodies don't generally need to be tried on as long as you pick the right size, and can come off the rack.

You walk in, and service is fast because you're with Charge, hero of the Rangers.

You make a quick scan of the room and set off a small barrier that will make any other customers coming in think the place reeks and stinks of dead skunks. You don't want anybody else in here either. If you need to suffer this, you will do it alone.

When they take your measurements you smile nervously to Ricardo, trying to pretend you're not about to explode and erase everyone's memories in a one-mile radius. The nightmare goes on and on, as they finish touching your body over your clothing.

And then they have you try several models of suits and other clothing. You've never put these things on before. You're not familiar with buttoning and unbuttoning. The shoes hurt. The socks are too thin. The shirt and pants are too fit. You have to expose your tattoos to try some on some things and you just can't.

Finally, Ortega comes with you inside the dresser to help you. Even if you've become used to physical touch with him, this is extremely uncomfortable. You don't like him seeing your tattoos at all. And there are mirrors on 3 walls and only a thin curtain separating you from the shop assistants. Nightmare accomplished.

No one in the staff says anything. This is a very exclusive place. What you gather from their minds is that they've and they've seen everything. They are just glad you're not on drugs or drunk and throwing up as some superstars have before. Good to know the bar is low enough to allow you in some places.

Ortega keeps bringing new clothing... going in and out. It takes an eternity. Finally, when you think you're about to lose it he puts a hand on your shoulder. This is quickly starting to become his "Keep your shit together Cyrus" gesture.

"I think this is it"

"Great, can we get out of here please?"

"Hey! Take a look first at least?"

"Fiiiiine" you go on.

Just a peek. Odd. You feel nothing when you look at your reflection.

Because that isn't your reflection.

That's someone else. He's someone confident. Someone you could never be around. It's a man who knows what he wants. And he looks fucking handsome. And Sexy... and...

You look away.

"I can't... I can't wear this!"

"Hm? You are doing it right now Cyrus"

"But... but that's not me!"

"You do know how mirrors work, right?"

"Look... I don't... I don't look like... THAT!" you say waving your hands at the mirror.

The sexy fucker in the reflection, he waves his hands back at you, making the absurdity of your words sinks in even harder.

Ricardo tries not to laugh.

You blush and look away.

"Do you like it?"

"I... " you blush, looking away "Is this really necessary?"

"Yup"

Fuck. You haven't been so confused in a long time.

"Ok then... If you... say so"

"Perfect! Let's pay up!"

Ortega wants to buy the clothes you're wearing, along with a suit he thinks fits you well enough and a host of other things... And even a Tailor-made suit that'll be delivered next week. It's a whole new wardrobe.

He seems about to pay.

"No, let me," you say.

"But i ..."

You simply hand over your credit card to the cashier.

The savage thoughts assault you as she takes the card.

Her thoughts about you aren't dim and off as usual, but she's getting a very positive reaction instead. She will remember you.

Fuck. You take the credit card back, trying not to look at her.

“So... I’ll put back my own clothes and hand these over so they can...”

“I threw them away” Ricardo states.

“You what?”

“These are your clothes now.”

Speechless you end up following him to the exit.

"I could have paid," Ortega says changing the subject "I've got a discount here"

"I can handle it... I robbed all those banks, remember?" you say feeling a bit grumpy about your old clothes. You feel as if you were using a halloween costume.

"Oh," he says remembering the fact.

"I'll return the money... to charity or something else," you say in the end.

"Good," he says relieved.

“I just can’t believe you did that” you say in the end.

“It’s a change for the better. You’ll see.”

He locks his arm with yours as you walk off together. The two of you are clearly drawing stares now, and you're sure you're face is red as a strawberry by now. If that mirror was showing anything resembling the truth, you are the sexy fucker right now, and Ortega is one of the hottest men on Los Diablos according to that magazine you keep under your pillow back at your lair.

You are a cuckoo. All your life you've been trained to avoid people's attention. Not to provoke it.

You push their stares away with your mind. All of them.

Ortega chuckles as people look away from you two.

"You know you can't keep doing that forever"

"You just watch me" you answer. And then you cling closer to him.

This is the first part of his plan...

The easy part.

You just hope to outlive it.

---------------------------a few minutes later---------------

He stops in his tracks.

“Something wrong?” you ask

“I just remembered... do you recall that night before the ... before you died?”

“Hmm? That... that was a long time ago”

“Yes, but do you remember it?”

“Yes... we ... we were training? By the beach right?”

“At the park, I think”

“Oh... right. It was some time after the... Nanosurge”

“Yeah. Do you... recall what you told me?”

“I... “ You have to make a mental effort. “Oh.” You say in the end. You remember. You told him you were going to accept a dinner invitation... that he had made even before that time. You were going to tell him everything. But you never could. You died instead.

“Do you remember?”

“Yes”

“Does it still stand?” he asks.

You nod slowly.

“Good... because you are looking hot tonight. And I know a place”

“I..” you don’t even know how to respond to that. How could anyone respond to that?

And then he leans in. And you kiss.

And time turns back it’s course for a few minutes.

Just for the two of you.

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My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

#fallen hero: rebirth #Chargestep #Fluff #fallen hero spoilers

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missrandomdreamer · 5 years

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Stevie-Overwatch OC

Im still working on all the details still but here is what I have so far. Something might change along the way when I eventually get to writing their story.

Stevie is thirty-two year old and a single mother of a four-year-old daughter,Evie or Eve. She is an extremely hard worker and a jack of all trades. She can cook pretty well though baking is not so good, and can fix pretty much anything in the house and on her car.

With her daughter, she is extremely gentle and loving. However, when around coworkers she can come off as stiff, cold, a hard-ass, most people don’t like working with her. Stevie is also brutally honest in most situations and doesn’t sugar coat anything. She is determined and tries to be independent accept with the help from her mother watching Evie . Her and her daughter live together in a small apartment near the coast thought not as close as Stevie would like. (because on the beach property is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of her price range) She is hardly making ends meet but she keeps pushing forward living paycheck to paycheck.

Stevie has two close friends her border collie, Buster and her friend Savannah who she has known all her time in California. Savannah herself is the total oppiste of Stevie but they balance out really well. She is loud, usually always happy and can talk your ear off. (she knows all the gossip in town) She is very protective of Stevie and her daughter. She works as a waitress in a little diner near the coast that Stevie and Evi visit when they actually have free time.

Stevie meets McCree on the beach one day while she is doing work for her Marine Biology Internship.

Backstory:

Early Years:

Still working on this but originally she was born in Hawaii and stayed there for most of her younger years. Something happens to where her mother and herself move to California and live there. Im still working on the details but will update this eventually.

Later Years:

At a young age, Stevie learned had to surf and had done quite well in the sport actually. She even had won a few trophies in her time, surfing was her passion. She was also way more carefree and wilder, didn’t really worry about much and having a family was the farthest thing from her mind. Until she met Cameron. She fell hard for him, and by his persuasions, she gave up her happy crazy life for a more ‘stable’. She started picking up classes again for school and started to work several jobs. In reality, she wouldn’t have minded either if it hadn’t been for the fact surfing and the sea was taken from her, something she was very close to. They moved away from the coast and more inland towards cities, something Stevie could not stand.

At some point in their five-year marriage (She had married him at twenty-three then left her at twenty-eight) she was told that she was not likely able to have children....Thus when Cameron eventually found out she got pregnant by him, he was furious and literally kicked her out.

There had been obvious warning signs about her relationship with the man but Stevie chose not to see them. So now Stevie was left alone in the city, pregnant with nowhere to go. Her mother would take her in and helped her along the pregnancy. They moved somewhere between coast and city, where she would live with her mother for three years. It wouldn’t be until Evi was three that Stevie would move out and find her own place once again near the coast.

Stevie would pick up her schooling again, having to had left it when she found she was pregnant and because her husband left her. She would also take up an internship and a job. She would balance all that time to spend with her daughter and when she couldn’t watch her mother would come down and look after her. Still not thinking about her surfing career, she turns to Marine Biology as a career choice and she is loving it for the most part.

Description:

Hair: Dirty Blonde, goes to her shoulders but she always has it in a pony tail

Eyes: deep blue,

Height: 5′5

Other?:

freckles sprinkled about her face,

a large humpback whale with waves tattoo that stretches alongside her left side of her body, goes to about the top of her thigh

Style of Clothes:

shorts, tank tops, boat or cover knock-off shoes. Always in the beachy type outfits or in her wet suit. Hair is always in a lose small ponytail. Doesn't really wear jewelry. Love her cool colors, mainly blues but has been known to wear pale yellows from time to time.

#Stevie #oc #bio #my own character #overwatch oc

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batobsidiandragon · 7 years

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Weeks at the Beach part 2

So I’ve been having shit-all luck with my romance life and figuring out what I want, so why not channel it into something sappy so I can feel worse about my situation? Anyways, here’s the continued series of my fahc au introducing the crew. Also, @orphanbrigade I believe this covers the tattoo for your monthly challenge so I hope you like it!

Enjoy~

Warning: watch your fucking language!

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Jack had mapped out the entire drive with complete rest stops and snack provisions. What should have been only a two hour drive turned into a monstrous 6 hour drive from hell. When the crew looks back on the road trip, everyone cringes and refuses to speak of what had occurred. To this day, it’s one of the crew’s best kept secrets.

Needlessly to say, when the RV pulled up on a gravel driveway to a luxurious beach cabin, everyone scrambled out and rushed in to escape what had been a long morning. Michael and Lindsay grabbed their swim suits and prepped for some time out on the beach and explore the beach line. Geoff yelled after them to say they better put on sunscreen or they would burn like the assholes that they were.

Lindsay was admiring the waves as they crashed on her mini sand castle when Michael strolled up and plopped himself down onto the wet sand next to her. The scene felt like it was something out of a movie when Lindsay leaned to his shoulder and entwined their hands together. When she pulled his hand she noticed a new addition to his skin. “What’s this?” she asked with a pull at the arm and a quizzical smile. Michael just scoffed. “You know what this is, it’s my Link tattoo!” “I know that, dumbass, but what’s with this new ink?” as she pressed a finger lightly to a heart above that had now been filled with vibrant red. “That? Oh, well that’s something special.” By now his face was starting to flush which at first she thought he was already sunburnt, despite the warnings from Geoff, but they had been out for only five minutes. Laughing between her words, she asked, “Are you blushing?” A deeper red had flushed across his neck and cheeks before he lightly shoved her. “It’s you and your shit attitude, that’s what it is!” She only rebounded and clung to his arm and looked at him expectantly. “I don’t quite understand. What do you mean it’s me?” Michael let out an exasperated yell, then keeping his frustration in check, he explained. “This is a heart. A life in a game that I fucking love to play. So when I say it’s you, I mean that you are what gives me life. You are why I want to stay alive right now. When I go out with the crew on heists or on missions, I have that heart on my arm to remind me that I have a reason to fight for my fucking life to come back to you. That’s what you are to me! You are my life!” By the end of his rant tears were starting to prick at his cheeks and his free hand was clenched around something and shaking hard. Lindsay was stunned silent and was just watching him with a shocked expression. He continued, “And that’s why I wanted to save this talk tomorrow because it would be our three year anniversary for dating and we have one more year of high school anyways, but I don’t want to lose you either, so…” he passed as he unclenched his hand which was holding a gold band with a simple diamond in it. “I know you’ve said before that jewelry isn’t a huge thing for you, but I’m hoping that you’ll make an exception for me?” He had turned completely to her so that s kneeling position didn’t break their hands still entwined, and he could see her shocked eyes widen when she fully understood he was asking of her.

Michael did not expect the tackle from Lindsay, but he held onto the ring as they both hit the sand in a mass of limbs and sea water. “Of course I’ll marry your sorry ass!” She was laughing with such joy that Michael could only smile at her and pull her in for a grateful kiss while he slipped the ring onto her finger.

From the balcony of the beach house, Geoff was trying to compose himself from his little crying session when Jack stepped out with two bourbons in her hands. One look at Geoff and the two teens embracing on the beach, she only shook her head with a knowing smile. She placed one of the glasses and leaned in next to him to watch the scene unfold. “You had the talk with him yesterday about this and yet you still are a mess.” Geoff wiped backed some more tears pouring out before indignantly replying, “I thought he was going to do it tomorrow during the fireworks show. I was just about to ask them if they wanted to join the game of uno I’m setting up. Jerks didn’t even give me a chance to prepare my camera or anything.” Jack laughed and pulled him in for a hug and kissed his forehead. “He used the ring you gave him?” Geoff was sniffling now. “Yeah. Thought it might as well be put to good use by someone if we weren’t going to use it.” Jack frowned at this but understood what he meant. They already had targets on their backs, constantly looking over their shoulders. Geoff had made that clear to Michael before he handed over the ring.”He’s a good kid, and out of everyone else, I can see him making this work and getting out of the game.” he rationalized while taking a gulp of bourbon. “I can see him doing great things. That goes for the rest of the dickheads in the house as well.” He downed the last of the bourbon before offering his arm to Jack and lead her back into the house. “Now let’s go inside so I can show these kids what true fear means when I play uno.“

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Michael and Lindsay are literally relationship goals for me. Michael legitimately has two out of three hearts filled in to represent Lindsay and now Iris as well. He also was the one who cried at his own wedding. And Lindsay is just perfection to me~

#fahc #fake ah crew au #fahc au #Michael x Lindsay #Michael Jones #Lindsay Jones #Geoff Ramsey #Jack Patillo #implied Geoff x Jack #relationship goals #foreshadowing

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coffeesforfuckers · 7 years

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Two

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 2: Two: On the Rooftop with You

Pete

As the days pass over us faster than any of us liked, I made friends , and some really cool ones too.

Not Patrick of course.

He hated me.

Me on the other hand? Nope. I have a bit of a thing for the hat boy. He's quite adorable if I'm honest, he's small and loud as all hell. He seems to be pretty bright and bouncy all the time, it was enjoyable.

I teased him a lot, but I don't really know how to show actual affection, that's how I show affection myself really.

It was frustrating.

Patrick rolls over in his sleep, grabbing around his bed until he gripped the sheets in his hand and pulled them to his chest, hugging them tightly. He was so cute, he always held stuff in his sleep.

Once when we were all drunk he held my hand until he fell asleep. I think that's when I noticed that this kid was making me feel things that I shouldn't.

I hear the door squeak open and someone fumbles with the door, accidentally dropping it and it clanks closed. He gasps and I can hear him get smacked.

“Do you really want to get caught?” A familiar voice chimes in a whisper, I glance over the room, Patrick's besides me, Andy’s across from him, Joe's across from me, but Jack and Alex are not in their beds. That is until the pair scurry to their beds quietly and jump into them. It was only two in the morning.

Where did those two run off too?

I would figure that out later, right now, I need sleep.

Patrick

I wake up around noon, earlier than normal unless somebody else wakes me. Pete's rummaging through his bag and everybody else is gone.

I learned Pete's name after two weeks of sharing a room with him when he got sick of being called the emo kid.

I'm normally much more vulgar when referring to him though. He notices I'm awake but says nothing, continuing to do whatever.

That is until he drops his boxers.

“Whoa! What the fuck!?” I choke as I sit upright. Pete turns to face me with a confused look on his face.

“What? You've never seen a dick before?” He shrugs and tugs his shirt off his head. (Holy shit… He has a really fucking nice body).

I stumble out of bed and try to find something to distract myself from the sight. I was gay as fuck and let me just tell you, no man with that perfect of a body has ever stripped down in front of me.

I want to fuck the emo boy.

Nothing more, nothing less and no strings attached.

What better place than summer camp to do it?

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“Patrick, you need to start getting up at normal times.” Joe speaks as I sit down on the ground with my food, “You missed breakfast, dude.”

“I always do, Joe. If I wanted it bad enough I'd be up when it's being served.” I shrug, still practically shaking over what I just witnessed.

Dallon, Spencer, Jon and Ryan all come and go in our little group with their food, striking up conversation. I'm not sure why Ryan ever really hung out with as he obviously didn't like us. He never had.

Soon enough we were joined by Pete and he had the Way brothers and Frank Iero following close behind. They all sat with us and Pete kept giving me some side glances, causing me to freeze up, I was so freaked out over it. This stupid emo kid would not be the one to out me.

Joe

I finished my food and Andy was already done. I glance over at him and he smirks back at me.

“I gotta go take a piss then I'll probably go get lost in the woods so I'll see you guys later.” I stand and start making my way off to the other side of the camp.

I notice Andy making an excuse, walking the opposite direction and into the woods. I make my way to our rock and wait for him to climb it. He takes forever but I don't really blame him. As soon as he spots me, he picks up speed and jogs over to me, pinning me to the rock and kissing me instantly.

I laugh and push him back, “Babe, we'll get caught.” I say and he shrugs at me.

“I don't care, I just want to kiss your cute face.” He mumbles and goes to kiss me again.

“If you help me over the rock we can fuck.” I wink and he is instantly climbing over the boulder. I smirk as he lifts me up once I get to the part that I can't climb myself.

He'll do almost anything if I bribe him with sex.

And the same goes for myself.

Patrick

We were all crammed into Alex’s mini-van that he only had for ‘touring’ purposes with his band. Right now, Alex, Dallon, Jack, Frank, Pete, Spencer, Gerard and I were shoved into the over-crowded car. The group of us all just had gone out to eat and were now on our way over to a pub in town to meet up with some of our older friends and counselor that were in their twenties and could drink. They chose this place because people under eighteen could go in as well but just couldn’t drink.

I wasn’t feeling the greatest but I didn’t want to ruin the fun for everybody else.

I’m stuck sitting next to Pete who has way too much energy for any person, he’s too loud and very obnoxious.

I’d still fuck him though.

I’m staring out the window, watching the world flash by me, my eyes are drooping somehow as a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. Even with Pete like screaming besides me (along with everybody else in the car) and the music is blaring into my ear. My eyes still just cannot stay open.

Pete

I’m bouncing around, ‘singing’ at the top of my lungs along with the music, everybody else doing the same (Except Alex, Dallon, Frank and Gerard can actually sing). The only person seeming to be not having any fun. I felt kind of bad.

Patrick's head suddenly falls to rest on my shoulder and I stop, my voice cutting out and movement stopping. He looked so at peace, tired and content just laying on me, fully asleep. I loved sleepy Patrick so much, he was so adorable.

My favorite thing is that he's so bloodless, not trying so hard to be a little punk boy.

Fuck me, he's so cute…

I don't have the heart to wake him.

Patrick

I awake suddenly and sit upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I'm dazed, unsure of where I am for a moment, quickly remember being out with all the guys. That's when I realize there's nobody else in the car, except for myself and him.

Pete .

“What are you doing?” I grumble sleepily, still rubbing my eyes with my balled fists.

“Um, we're at the place, they had me stay with you.” He sounds pissed about it but his face says otherwise.

I go to speak but he's already clamouring out of the other car door, “Well then…”

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The stars are really pretty tonight, so bright. I'm laid on the ledge of the roof, it was a huge space. I mean it was big enough to hold me and probably Alex or something laying side-by-side.

Pete and I could fuck on it and not have to worry.

Anyway, my hands were behind my head as a cushion and my legs were crossed one over the other. I tap my foot against the stone out of habit.

“ I'm just the man on the balcony, singin’ nobody will ever remember me, rejoice, rejoice and fall… to your knees .” I sing loudly into the bleak night, my voice trailing as I hadn't written more than that and the melody. I just continue to hum the rest.

“Whoa.” I hear a shocked and amazed gasp coming from closeby.

I jump and turn towards where the sound had come from.

Pete .

“Ugh, what do you want?” I grunt, rolling my eyes, turning to face the stars again.

“You're really, really good, Patrick.” Pete enthuses as he sways over the ledge, sitting a few inches from my head and tossing his legs over the edge. He starts looking up at the sky, “I thought that Alex was good but wow…” He mumbles, more to himself than anything.

“Thanks I guess…” I mutter and we sit in silence for a long while, “Why are you up here?” I finally ask.

“I got bored with all the drunk people.” He shrugs at me, “Why are you up here?” He glances down at me.

“Nauseous and the alcohol scent doesn’t really help that.” I look back at him, eyebrows raised.

“That sucks… Did-... You alright?” He looks back up at the sky.

“Yeah, as good as I can be when I’m stuck with you and feeling like shit while wanting to be in my bed.” I mutter and Pete’s shoulders slump a bit. I close my eyes momentarily and open them to find Pete staring right at me, “W-... What?” I look at him confused.

Pete leans down until my nose is touching his chin, “Is this alright, Patrick?” He breathes against my mouth. I go to nod and knock my nose into Pete’s hard-ass jaw. I grunt and mutter a ‘sure’ .

Pete kisses me and it seems like it was supposed to be a quick peck on the lips but soon Pete was trying to stumble into a better position as well as myself.

Soon Pete’s almost straddling me as I sit up, leaning back at the pressure of him on me. He pulls me to the ground as to keep us from tumbling off the roof. He’s kissing me lustfully and I can feel his pants are tight pressed against me. I try and push my tongue past his lips, Pete seems like an amature with how sloppy he is but I also believe that he had a few drinks downstairs, enough to be more ‘confidant’ but not so much as he wouldn’t remember this.

He’s almost confused by how I try and use tongue but he catches on quick so I could care less. Soon the kissing moves to Pete trying to take my shirt off. I catch his hands. Yes , I want to fuck him, no, I do not want my shirt off when it happens.

He pulls back from our kiss, “What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast?” He seems to worry.

“I just… I don’t want to take my shirt off if that’s cool.” I give him an anxious smile.

“Why not?” He furrows his brow.

“You wouldn’t get it, mostly because you’re not, nor have you ever been… um… fat.” I say to him and he shakes his head.

“Patrick, it doesn’t matter what ‘size’ you are.” Pete tells me informatively.

I swallow hard, “Yeah… Uh, it does… You’ll never let it go once you see how fat I am, so can we please-”

“Whoa! I would never, ever make fun of someone, let alone you, for being fat… That’s just fucked up.” He defends genuinely and I smile, a real smile, at him for the first time ever.

“If you really want to…” I’m not fully sure but I feel like I can trust him with all these kinds of dirty little secrets.

Pete

I gently take the hem of his shirt, my heart in my throat as I pull it up over Patrick’s head. I look him over, staring in awe at his body. He wasn’t like obese like he made it sound, he had really nice collarbones and he had a somewhat chubby belly with adorable love handles, he was so perfect and I think this is truly the moment that I realized that I was going to be obsessing over this stupid blonde-haired boy forever.

He reaches for his shirt but I pull it back before he can take it, “Pete, come on, you’re staring!” He whines and I feel a bit bad.

“I’m just trying to take all of you in, Patrick.” I give him a smile, letting him remove my shirt. He pokes the tattoo above my crotch.

“What's that?” He asks me.

“Oh, Um… It’s a bat with a heart in it.” I laugh and Patrick grins, “Wanna see it better?” I smirk and he leans forward, kissing me like before. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, I’d never done any of this before. I’d ‘dated’ before and I’ve ‘kissed’ but like, it’s never been anything close to this.

Patrick gets my pants off and soon I have his off.

What was I doing?

Fuck.

Patrick fumbles his wallet out of his pocket, getting a condom out and looks me over reassuringly, “You ready? It’s gonna fucking hurt ‘cause I don’t have any lube or anything to um… ‘prep’ you with so I just have to pretty much go right in.” He seems worried, “If you don’t want to for that reason then we don’t have to.” I shake my head, I wanted to lose my virginity to Patrick.

“I’ll be fine, I think.” I’m visibly trembling. Patrick sits back and pulls me forward a bit, he grabs his shirt and hands it to me, “You can bite either this or me, I don’t have a preference.” He shrugs.

He’s fucking kinky, oh lord.

“Okay, but what if I hurt you?” I ask as I move to straddle him somewhat.

“I can handle it.” He smirks, kissing my neck, I let out a soft moan and move to sit on his cock and this is probably the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I bite down on Patrick’s shirt and squeeze my eyes shut, “You can go slow if you need, Pete.” He mumbles into my neck.

It hurt but I am so okay with it if it’s him.

***

Patrick and I were sweaty and struggling to catch our breaths. I lean in to kiss him but he stops me, “Pete, what?” He seems confused.

“I just… I don’t know… I thought that… Uh…” I look down at the ground as I pulls my pants back on.

“This was just a one time thing, yeah? Like, no strings attached.” Patrick says and I feel like I could pass out, it was all for nothing.

“You used me?” I ask and Patrick looks kind of sorry.

“I thought that was going to be a mutual agreement. I don’t do commitment well. I mostly feel ‘quick fuck’ about everybody and never a ‘forever’.” He shrugs, “Could you please not mention his to anybody? I’m not out to anybody, like at all.” I just nod.

“Whatever makes you happy, Patrick.”

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Penelope "Pennie" Karity Mays

This November I will be participating in NaNoWriMo, today I am working on some pre-writing for Try Not To Die. Here is the character sheet for Pennie, one of my two main characters.

Age: 22 Height: 5′ 6″, 133lbs Eye color: Clear blue Physical appearance: Pennie is an athletic woman; professional cheerleading and horseback riding, and it shows. She has long, lean legs and a six-pack. Other than looking athletic, Pennie is a beautiful woman. She comes from a long line of southern women and carries herself as such. She is always wearing makeup and taking care of her hair and skin, and yet her beauty looks effortless. She has naturally clear skin, bright eyes, and hair that seems to settle into gorgeous beach waves on its own. Her hair is naturally blonde, a lighter blonde but not quite the nearly see-through blonde of her childhood. She is also naturally tan from all of the time she spends outside. Strange or unique physical attributes: Pennie has a scar on her right leg from where she snapped it in half and out of the skin in middle school, riding a horse. Favorite clothing style/outfit: Pennie is very ‘in style’. She wears skinny jeans, boots, and sweaters in the winter with a thick dark grey parka-type coat. In the summer she wears dresses with converse or short boots. Where does he or she live? What is it like there? Pennie lives in an apartment in Boulder, CO outside of her school (University of Colorado, Boulder). She enjoys being a little far from school because it provides quiet that she enjoys. It isn’t ‘walkable’ per se, but she has no trouble driving everywhere. It is a new looking apartment, very modern, that her parents pay for while she goes to school. There are two bedrooms, one for her to sleep in and one that serves as a recording room for her makeup work. It looks like it is out of IKEA, and is a very peaceful abode for her. She also loves hosting and has friends over all of the time. Defining gestures/movements (i.e., curling his or her lip when he or she speaks, always keeping his or her eyes on the ground, etc.): Pennie twirls her hair a lot without noticing it, especially when she is thinking. She maintains eye contact when she talks, and always looks happy (pulled from her training in cheerleading). She doesn’t really have any anxious ticks because she isn’t an anxious person. Things about his or her appearance he or she would most like to change: Pennie is very confident, but she doesn’t have a unique look and wishes that she had a tattoo or unique hairstyle or something. Speaking style (fast, talkative, monotone, etc.): Pennie speaks like a good southern girl- sweet, as if her words themselves twinkle. She gets a deep accent when she is upset. Pet peeves: Unsweet tea and people who aren’t southern polite and welcoming. Fondest memory: The family reunion her first year in college, it was a wonderful time with all of her brothers. It is when she finds out that her SIL Susana was pregnant with her and Jamie’s first son. Hobbies/interests: She enjoys cheerleading, horseback riding, doing makeup, shopping, and spending time with her friends. In addition, she is religious and is known to sit down and read the bible and listen to pod-casts from the church she grew up with. Finally, she likes to read Forbes and BusinessWeek. Special skills/abilities: Pennie is very good at makeup, with a nice 2.6 million followers on Instagram, and is especially business savvy. Most of what she does on her Instagram, however, is show people how to home make (mostly) vegan body/face/etc products. Insecurities: Pennie feels very plain and boring. Quirks/eccentricities: Pennie is obsessed with country music and pop music, and is known to line dance when she is really drunk. She’s also known to give a surprisingly excited rant about business if you give her the chance. Temperament (easygoing, easily angered, etc.): Friendly and kind, with a sassy turn when she feels insulted. Negative traits: She judges people on their outside appearance. She is 22, but she has a hard time being independent of her family in front of them, even though she disagrees with their (specifically the Mays) antiquated opinions. Things that upset him or her: She can’t stand animals being hurt, she doesn’t like people bullying her friends or family, and doesn’t like bugs of any sort. Things that embarrass him or her: With few exceptions, Pennie dresses very modestly, and is very embarrassed when any part of her appearance doesn’t feel comfortable. This character is highly opinionated about: Animal rights. She only purchases food for her home from farms that are humane, and only uses vegan products for makeup and other uses. Also, feminism (inclusive feminism, which means LGBTQ+ and BLM), though she doesn’t share this with her father. Any phobias? Pennie does not have any phobias. Things that make him or her happy: A home cooked meal, a perfectly put together outfit, a nice spa night, and dinner with loved ones. Family (describe): Pennie is the youngest of 5 children, all boys. -Jamison “Jamie” Gerald Mays, M 30 --Married to Susana (F, 28) with two children Mary (F, 3), Jamison “JImmy” (M, 2) and another on the way -Jackson “Jack” Harrold Mays, M 28 --Married to MaryAnne (F, 27) with twins Marigold “Mary” and Elisabeth “Lizzie” (F, 2) -Joeseph “Joe” Charlie Mays, M 25 --Closeted gay man, only Pennie and Dustin know that his ‘roommate’ Michael Macalister is his boyfriend (would be married if Mays family knew) -Dustin Samuel Mays, M 24 --Recently single, seemingly uninterested in settling down Her parents are Jamison Franklin Mays (M 58) and Sarea Lee Karity-Mays Nee Karity (F 54). The Mays family is a very rich Texas family known for their wildly successful corporate law firm. The Karity family is a farming family, and her mother is the only child. Because of this, despite Jamison working inside of Houston, the family grew up on the main farm/horse ranch. All kids were sent to a part-time boarding school, overnight from Monday-Friday, in Houston that was religious. The Mays are a close family, they have family reunions every year. The Karity family is much smaller, but it is nearly entirely women (they all kept their name) and very strong women at that. Deepest, darkest secret: Pennie was raped by her high school mathematics teacher in her senior year. The reason he or she kept this secret for so long: She believes it is her fault and feels deep shame for it. It is how she lost her virginity and had previously planned to wait until marriage. Additionally, she shared (part) of it with her older brother Jamie, and he shamed her for it. Other people’s opinions of this character (What do people like about this character? What do they dislike about this character?): People like that Pennie is so kind and strong, though many judge her for her father’s actions and that of the Mays family. Also, because of her sweet tone and overly polite demeanor, she can come off as insincere. She’s also very “basic” and many consider her vain. Favorite bands/songs/type of music: Pennie loves country music, Carrie Underwood is her number one favorite singer and she tends to love female artists. She also enjoys pop music, though she veers away from dubstep or otherwise computer type music. Favorite movies: Old romance: Dirty Dancing, Grease, Pretty Woman, etc. Favorite TV shows: The Bachelorette, Keeping Up With the Kardashians, etc. Favorite books: Anything Nicholas Sparks Favorite foods: Chicken fried steak, bbq, and smoothies Favorite sports/sports teams: She does not like sports Political views: Pennie is fiscally conservative and socially liberal Religion/philosophy of life: Pennie is Christian, and doesn’t believe it interferes with her politics in the slightest. Physical health: Pennie is very healthy, though she is diabetic, it is something that she maintains with healthy diet and exercise. Dream vacation: Pennie has traveled a lot but has never been to the Greece beaches and would love to go there. Description of his or her house: Her apartment is modern and clean, IKEA meets Pinterest. There are many pictures of her friends and family and also plenty of art. It is very clean, as any good southern girl’s home should be. Description of his or her bedroom: Her bedroom is crisp and fresh, and her closet is large. Any pets? Pennie has a small corgi that is her diabetic alert dog (once upon a time her diabetes was far from under control). His name is Sweetums and he is white with light brown spots. Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Pennie values her education more than anything else. Going to school away from her family allowed her to develop opinions separate from her parent’s opinions. Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Pennie was raped by her high school mathematics teacher in her senior year. She decided to share this information with her oldest brother, and he shamed her for it. Superstitions: Pennie is religious and doesn’t believe in sex until marriage. Three words to describe this character: Bright, kind, shamed If a song played every time this character walked into the room, what song would it be? All American Girl, Carrie Underwood

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