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otakusheep15 · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet - Asmodeus

Asmo is the exact opposite of sfw, but I still think this’ll be fun lol.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is super affectionate and in multiple ways. He mostly shows his love through verbal praise. He’ll constantly hype you up, even over mundane things. Also really loves physical affection obviously. Not a moment passes where he isn’t touching you in some way. Other than this, he likes buying you things, especially clothes.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You two go clubbing every single night. He’ll also be the perfect wingman and can get you a date in three seconds. Self-care days are a must for him, and he’ll drag you with him. Shopping trips are also quite common, and you two model outfits in the changing rooms for hours.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This boy is a sucker for cuddles. One never knows what to expect with him though. Will he simply just lie down and cuddle you? Will he try and go farther? It’ always a gamble getting into bed with him. He also sleeps naked, so prepare for that.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Out of all the brothers, he’s the least likely to settle down. Obviously he loves you, but he is the Avatar of Lust. Chances are, one person just wouldn’t be enough to fulfil his desires, so he’s very hesitant to settle down. If you really beg him, he’ll do it, but he just doesn’t feel like it, and you might just have to accept that from him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Honestly, it wouldn’t be so much of a breakup as much as him just wanting to see other people as well. Like I said, one person just isn’t enough for him, so he’d still want to keep the relationship open. If you can’t accept that from him, then he’d just break it off with you. He wouldn’t want to be with someone who doesn’t understand him, so he’d just tell you straight up that it isn’t working between you two.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Same with settling down, I just can’t see him wanting to get married. He’s also not very good at commitment honestly. If you plan on getting married, he isn’t the one for you. Again, if you really, REALLY begged for it, he might consider, but it would most likely have to be an open marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s surprisingly gentle with you. He still loves you regardless of his sin, and he treats you like royalty. It’s non-stop pampering and sweet words with him. Of course, you two might get into petty arguments here and there, but he’s quick to make up with you and remind you how much he cares.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugging is one of his favorite forms of physical affection. In public especially, he’ll usually have an arm wrapped around you, or he’ll be hugging you from behind while you two are just standing. He also likes picking you up and spinning you cause he thinks it’s cute.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it pretty fast, but not all that seriously. It’s kinda like how friends say it to each other, so he means it, but not in a couple way. However, the first time he says it and means it is actually takes a lot longer than expected. He’s never been involved in romance too much, so it’s still new to him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s probably the least jealous of the brothers. In all honesty, he’d feel kinda hypocritical if he got jealous over you despite flirting with literally everyone. It’d be more likely that he’d let you do whatever you want as long as you reassure him that he’s still your favorite, and he’ll do the same. If you get super jealous, I’d suggest not dating him lol.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses can go one of two ways. The first are super quick, just a way to show you off to others. The other way is super passionate and filled with emotion. There is no in between with him. He likes kissing you pretty much anywhere, but his favorite is your thighs cause he thinks they’re cute. His favorite place to be kissed is his back since it’s so sensitive.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He thinks kids are cute, but only from a distance. If they even try and come near him, he will punch one. While he does think they’re cute, he also thinks they’re gross, germ-carrying monsters and he will not allow one in his vicinity.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He usually wakes up pretty early cause of his care routine, but he does try his best not to wake you up. If you stay asleep, he’ll get started on his routine and wake you up when he’s done so that you two can go eat. If he does wake you up, he offers for you to join him, or just sit with him while he finishes up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent mostly the same as the mornings, but in reverse. After dinner, he goes and takes a nice bath and gets ready for bed. Of course, he wants you to join him in the bath, but if you don’t that's fine. He’ll just have you wait for him in his room, and then he’ll get you both ready to sleep. If you don’t want to sleep naked, he understands, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try and convince you to at least once.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He only reveals the shallower side of himself cause that’s all anyone is usually interested in with him. However, once he sees that you mean more to him than anyone else, and that you do truly love him, he’ll begin to open up with you little by little. He’ll begin spilling all of his darkest secrets and insecurities, and he knows that you’d never tell another soul about any of it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

To be honest, he probably the most passive out of the brothers. I mean, he’ll stand up for you if a demon is harassing you or he’ll get upset if another brother is stealing you away from him too much, but he never gets all that mad about it. The only time he’d get genuinely mad is if someone won’t leave you alone even after you’ve told them to, or if someone actually hurts you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He pretends like he doesn’t remember anything, but that’s only to surprise you later when he actually does. He’s another brother with a great memory, and he uses it well. You look at something a few second longer than normal while window shopping? Boom, it’s in your room the next day. You have an important day coming up? He’s there, ready to support you however you need.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship was the first time you two went clothes shopping together. He had so much fun that day, spending the whole time modeling ridiculous outfits that you picked out for each other. You didn’t end up buying much, but it was still fun. After that, you two spend the rest of the day in his room just lounging around and vibing with each other in peace. Maybe something happened later that night, but that’s a secret.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Like the others, he’s super protective of you. He doesn’t show it as often, but he is still there for you no matter what. He’s especially protective of you when you two are out shopping or at a club. He knows how some demons can get when they see a weak human, so he knows he has to keep a constant eye on you. If someone gets too close for his or your liking, they’re getting erased from existence.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in SO much effort. This boy is so over-the-top with literally everything, and this is no exception. To him, you’re almost as perfect as he is, and he needs to show you that. He goes all out for every single date, and will do whatever you want. Honestly, he knows all of your likes and dislikes, so he will cater to whatever you find pleasant.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, he has a bad habit of flirting with others and getting handsy and honestly that’s not going away. He is the literally embodiment of lust, so there’s no changing how flirty he can be. In fact, the only way a realistic relationship between you would work is if it’s an open relationship, or you have an incredibly high sex drive and a lot of stamina. If neither of those suit you, then it might just not work out in the end.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

His looks are basically his entire life. He prides himself on looking absolutely perfect, so he spends a lot of time dedicated to his beauty routines. After all, he is said to be the most gorgeous demon in all of the Devildom.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly, not really. Yes, he loves you, but he could live without you. After all, he has plenty others at his beck and call, so he honestly wouldn’t mind that much if you left him. At most, he’d feel sad for a few days, but he’d bounce back pretty quickly compared to the others.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I headcanon him to be genderfluid. And no, not because he’s the feminine one of the brothers. It honestly has to do with his powers. Y’all know how Loki in the original myths was genderfluid and would often shapeshift in order to seduce people? Well, I imagine he would do something similar. Cause, as we know, not everyone likes men. So he’d shapeshift in order to seduce someone. Plus, I could also just see him not really caring about pronouns.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He cannot stand someone who tries to change him. Yes, he understands that his lust can cause problems. No, he cannot change that about himself, even if he wanted to. And if someone tries to force him to stop, it’s an instant deal breaker for him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

It’s no secret that he likes to sleep naked, but it goes a bit deeper than that. He loves skin-to-skin contact because it makes him feel warm. Not warm as in literally (although it does that too) but it just makes him feel nice. It reminds him of the inner warmth he felt as an angel all those years ago, and he just wants to have that same warmth back.

Note: this one kinda makes it sound like I’m trying to hate on Asmo, but I promise I’m not. I love him very much, and this was not meant to shine a bad light on him at all. I just don’t like when people do relationship headcanons like these with him and treat him as though he’d be 100% loyal all the time. Of course, he loves MC above all else besides himself but he would still flirt with and seduce other people, and I feel like people just kinda sweep that under the rug.

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date asmodeus #asmodeous #headcanon #sfw alphabet

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 3 years

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Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet

Peter parker x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, other than tooth rotting fluff

A/N: howdy! It's been 84 years since I last posted any originals so here's a fluff alphabet, I plan on doing quite a few more in the future! Enjoy - Aphrodite

A - activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Between school, Peter loves to spend time with you in his & May's apartment. He sees the city so much while being spider man, so a cozy night in with pizza and Star Wars is his favourite thing. Peter will try and spend as much time with you as possible, but you both have tight schedules due to being avengers, so he'll take whatever he can get. He always feels guilty about not being able to spend as much time with you as he wants, so sometimes you have to reassure him that any time spent together is time well spent.

B - beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Peter is 100% about personality over looks, and he thinks the most beautiful part of you is your kind and caring nature. He loves your open mindedness and the fact you treat everybody equally, but he also loves the sarcastic and witty side of you. He values your personality loads, but it's just a plus that you're also the most gorgeous person he's ever seen.

C - comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

When you feel down or a bit anxious, Peter can always sense it. He doesn't blatantly tell you, but he always shows you a lot more physical affection to make you feel better. He'll hold your hand and rub small circles on it with his thumb, he'll cuddle up to you and gently massage whatever part of you is closest to him, anything to physically distract you. If you're alone then he'll give you small pecks or the forehead - not only does it make you feel better, but it also makes him feel better too.

D - dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Literally every day. When he's bored in class, when he's trying to get to sleep, when he sees something that reminds him of you; you're on his mind a lot, he absolutely adores you.

E - equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It depends on the situation. When you're on a mission together and there's even a slight threat, he's automatically dominant and gets very protective of you. But usually he's quite passive, with a hint of dominance when he gets jealous.

F - fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

You and Peter rarely every fight, but when you do have small arguments he's always the first to apologise. The only time you both have had a really serious fight is when you got badly injured after a mission and he got angry that you unnecessarily put your life at risk. However, he was still the first to apologise, as he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

G - gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Oh boy, Peter is SO grateful for everything you do. In fact, he's grateful even when you aren't doing anything. Just knowing that he has the most amazing and kind s/o in the world makes him so thankful.

H - honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

You know pretty much all of Peter's secrets, so there isn't much for him to hide. Even when he does have something he wasn't planning on sharing, he always tells you. He knows you won't judge or tell anyone else, therefore he often uses you as a human diary.

I - inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around?

You and Peter both changed each other for the better. Peter made you appreciate the small things so much more, and has taught you a lot about his favourite things, music, and science. Whereas you've taught him a lot of hand-to-hand combat, and love teaching him your hobbies & the languages you know.

J - jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Peter trusts you completely, so when he sees you spending time with another man then he doesn't really mind. He knows you would never flirt with anyone but him, but as soon as he sees the other person get handsy then he's automatically pissed. He's quite good at hiding his emotions though, so he'd only be slightly passive aggressive towards whoever is flirting with you. He knows you can handle yourself, but sometimes he just wants to make sure people know you're his.

K - kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Your first kiss was amazing. You had been dating for a few months and were spending the night at the avengers tower, in which Peter has a room. You were both cuddled on his bed, eating ice cream, watching Back To The Future when you caught him looking at you. You didn't have time to say anything before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Before you could register what was happening, he leaned back with a crimson blush plastered on his cheeks. You cupped his cheek and pulled him back in, this time for longer. His lips tasted of the chocolate brownie ice cream he had been eating, but it was so wonderful and sweet that neither of you will ever forget it.

L - love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

The first time Peter told you he loved you was mid-battle. You, Peter, Sam and Natasha were fighting a group of criminals who were trying to infiltrate Stark Industries - while fighting one of them, you looked over to your boyfriend when you spotted one of the criminals with a knife running up to Peter behind his back. In an instant you jumped over and saved him, using your abilities to your advantage. Once the crimumal was on the floor, Peter laughed, mouth agape, "I love you so much!"

You froze, completely shocked, not knowing what to do. It was only later that evening when you knew what you had to do, so you caught Peter in the hallway of the tower and kissed him, with as much passion as you had in your body. Peter responded quickly, one hand resting gently your waist and the other cupping your cheek. You both stood there for a few minutes, lips working in harmony, before you pulled away and pressed your foreheads together.

"I love you too."

M - marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

You and Peter are still young, so marriage isn't something you both have thought about too much. Despite this, he knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and eventually get married and start a family. He hasn't brought it up with you as he doesn't want to scare you off, but he knows you feel the same way.

N - nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Peter has loads of cute pet names that he loves to call you, but also has a few silly ones from stupid incidents in the past. He still calls you 'apple' from when you first met and you spilled apple juice all down your clothes, but his signature pet names are 'honey' and, in private, 'baby'.

O - on Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It's very obvious to everyone in the tower and at school that he's head over heels for you. He's constantly making heart-eyes at you, and is always talking about you when you're not around. He compliments you so much that you don't think he's ever said a normal sentence without letting you know how appreciated you are!

P - PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Peter isn't the biggest fan of intense PDA, but would go crazy with it when you're alone. When in public he usually sticks with holding hands, a hand resting on your thigh or around your waist, and small pecks on the temple. When you're alone Peter loves to cuddle, give you small massages of your achy muscles, and would happily kiss you non-stop. But Peter really loves the domestic affection you share, like when he washes your hair or gets to cook with you.

Q - quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

It's almost like Peter can read minds. If you think about something small that you want, then he'll get you it the next day. You don't know how he does it, but you've always believed that your connection is more powerful than anything you've ever felt. Fancy red velvet cake for dessert? He's already there with a slice. Thinking about rewatching the Harry Potter movies? He'll suggest a move night just in time.

R - Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Peter is very romantic, and likes doing a lot of the cliché things that happen in the movies. But Peter has a lot of creative ideas when it comes to dates and ways to spend time with each other, so you're always in for a good time. He would do anything to make you happy, no matter how cheesy and sappy it is.

S - support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He would do anything to help you achieve your dreams, and will always help you reach success. He studies with you, trains with you, and is there at your beck and call to make sure you know you're supported.

T - thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

You and Peter don't really have a routine, but neither do you spice things up too much. You're always trying new things, and neither of you lead boring lives, so there's always fun stuff to do.

U - understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Pete is extremely empathetic with you, and knows you better than you know yourself. You've been through some stuff that he doesn't know too much about, but he supports you through everything that he can, and you always do the same.

V - value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is the most important thing in the world to the both of you, but more so to Peter. He's lost too many people in his life, and the thought of losing you makes him want to die. You're his world, his life, and his one true love, and there's nothing more important to him than the bond you both have.

W - Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Peter and you definitely have different love languages and show love in separate ways, but one thing that unites you both is the love of having you hair played with. When you both are cuddling and drifting off to sleep, peter will run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. And sometimes the roles are reversed, you delicately toying with his soft curls, earning small hums of comfort when he feels your warm fingertips against his forehead.

X - XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Kissing and cuddling is Peter's favourite thing. Being soft and vulnerable yet feeling completely safe means the world to him, and it's even better that he gets to do it to you.

Y - Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He barely copes. When you're on a mission and he's in the tower he has to find somebody to pester because he doesn't have you there to mess around with. Usually he annoys Bucky or Sam, but he'll be clingy with whoever is there until he has you back in his arms.

Z - Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Peter would simultaneously kill and die for you, and sacrifice all he has left in the world. If it made you happy, he'd do whatever you asked :)

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pasteldragonqueen · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Matthew

WhoooooOOOOOOAAAaaa first time doing this. Okay. *cracks knuckles* Let’s do this! -----------------------------------

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly. He’ll go and get you whatever you want because he wants to get beck into bed and cuddle with you. He loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as he falls asleep.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, his hands, not just because he loves to give you pleasure with them.

Oh you, he loves your entire body, and he will never neglect to show you that. He could lie in bed for hours, running his hands over your body, telling you how beautiful and perfect you are in his eyes.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum....Oh god I feel dirty..)

He loves to cum on you. His favorite thing to do is pull out to cum right against your pussy and watch it drip down. When you suck him off, he’ll pull your head back and cum on your face. Or when your mouth is open, he’ll release on your tongue.

D - Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

He loooooves watching you touch yourself. It’s one of his turn-ons. He also lowkey wants you to call him ‘Master’ in the bedroom.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ummmmm...him and his brothers are INCUBI. I’m pretty sure they know what they’re doing XD

F - Favorite Position

Doggy Style. Anything where your ass is up and easy for him to grope, and he can take you from behind. He also likes modified doggy style, where he leans his weight onto you so that your knees touch the bed so he can get deeper~

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous, etc.)

He isn’t 100% serious but he doesn’t purposely make jokes. If something happens to be humorous, he’ll find it easy to giggle at but doesn’t go looking for it either.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He tried shave it one time but he ended up...itchy. His pubes are the same color as his hair and just as curly and thick too. He tries to keep it as clean as he can and not too crazy.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect, etc.)

He has two moods. Kinky and romantic. Sometimes he dominate side takes over to pin you down and fuck you senseless while other times he just wants to cradle you against him and keep it slow and sweet.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Does it pretty often when you’re busy. He likes to hoard pics and videos from you on his phone. and sometimes will ask you to send new ones.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s into Kitty Play. He loves it when it when you wear cat ears and a leash around your neck. It also includes you calling him Master until you start begging for him to fuck you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Almost always at home but not always in the bedroom. He has taken you in almost every room but he has mostly taken you in the kitchen. When he “accidentally” put chocolate syrup on you, he won’t hesitate to lick it off you and take you on the counter.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, what gets them going)

He is very easy to turn on. Wanna know how? Wear a revealing top and cat ears and be shameless. Pressing your arms just snug enough to make your breasts push together and fall out of your shirt just a bit more.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything extreme. He doesn’t wanna hurt you. He’s into spanking but he doesn’t want to do anything that causes you to be in extreme pain.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves receiving but REALLY loves giving. He will try any position that allows him to bury his face in your cunt and eat you out. He knows just where to lick and where to suck and knows what he can occupy his hands with while he is slurping up your juices.

P - Pace (Are that fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

A little bit of both but he’s mostly slow and rough. Some days he’s practically laying on you while feeling up your body and kissing your skin, telling you how much he loves you while he slowly thrusts into you.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

All depends on the day. Sometimes he prefers to take his time with you and will force you both to wait until you have the free time to really get what he wants.

R - Risk (Are they game to to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He likes to experiment but doesn’t do many risks. If the idea is REALLY enticing, he’ll go for it but never seeks out risks. If you’re into it he’ll play along to satisfy you.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Pretty average stamina. He can manage 2 rounds if the day has been decently calm but going more than one can take the energy out of him.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t really have an opinion on them but if you have them, he is more than willing to experiment with them. You once mentioned a vibrator and he turned so red, he looked like a straight up apple.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not a big tease. He gets handsy and will sometimes get lost in touching you that he offers you’re waiting to be dicked down but he never teases on purpose. He honestly prefers to BE teased.

V - Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make)

He tries to be quiet cause a lot of his moans are pretty high pitched and sometimes borderline on whiny. During slower and more sensual sex, he does a lot more groans and gasps because he is focusing so much on how you feel on his dick.

W - Wild Care (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He always wanted to have sex in a park. Public sex sometimes turns him on depends what place it is.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a good 6 inch long and 5″ thick. Every time he pushes into you, it sends a shiver up your spine and a cry of pleasure out of your throat.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Doesn’t really have a high sex drive. Like you two will have sex maybe 3 or 4 times a month mostly because he’s busy spending the best time of his life with you. Mainly make out sessions, finger action, and oral is what goes down with you two, rarely actual sex.

Z - ZZZ (How quickly they fall sleep afterwards)

Considering his aftercare routine, not very quickly. He likes to make sure you’re taken care of and feel absolutely loved before he passes out and even though he’s usually asleep before you, he makes sure you have fully recovered and are relaxed before he does.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me 2 the demon war #seduce me mattew #zabaeru #michaela laws #seduce me headcanons #seduce me the otome matthew

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imaginedragonballsins · 5 years

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) – Yeah, no. Freeza would rather push you out of bed so he can get some sleep or just be alone. B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s) – He loves his tail, it can wrap around your neck for his hands won’t have to. On his partner, it must be their eyes. So expressive during the heat of the moment. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) – It’s super thick. Like glue thick. You will feel it inside you and it will leak out super slowly. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) – Would totally be down to play hero should his brother, or ,rarer, his father should develop interest in you. Freeza wants to be Mario to your Princess Peach. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) – Moderate, as in he’s read on it, but he finds it unnecessary in his life. He has the same child birthing ability as his father, and Freeza is done with that. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) - Freeza usually likes for you to ride him no more his motive for having sex, unless you push him to dominate you entirely. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) – Freeza is full of snark and dry humor, at your expense. He will poke fun at you if he knows you are nervous about pleasing him. H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) – Seriously? Have you seen any episode of DBZ or DBS? I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) – You need to catch him on a good mood. Most of the times, he’s bored, and he’ll want to kill some time so it’s a quick little affair. If you butter him up, then it’ll be more than a quickie at least. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) – Never. Freeza doesn’t go so low as to get himself off… without realizing it. He can think about a certain scene and grind himself on his throne or hump his bed. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) – Freeza would say no one can fathom what he’s into, but it’s rather tame? He loves to flaunt you in the most expensive cloth and jewelry. What gets his motor running is doing it in front of Cooler, and ever so subtly caressing/groping you. Not to mention using his tail in public places to touch you. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) – RIGHT IN FRONT OF COOLER… Or in the command center on his throne, or his suite. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) – Other than pissing off someone because he’s exerting his control, Freeza will only go at it when there’s a mutual agreement. If both parties feel the same then he’s all for it. Other than that, it’s all about control. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) – Where Freeza is no longer in control, watching you get railed by someone else, anything dealing with his father. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) – Would rather not. His genitals are a bit what’s up and he knows this. Freeza would love to indulge in heavy petting, but not any form of oral. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) – Depends on his mood. Due to the nature of his genitals, he prefers sharp shallow thrusts. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) – Has a thing for them? Like, Freeza views sex as something that isn’t really bonding or an act of love/affection, so he takes care of any needs with a quick shag. Only when he’s in the mood or wants to remind you who’s in control he’ll take longer. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) – Always a risk whenever a certain someone is onboard or wants to exert control. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) – Lasts for a long time and can go for multiple rounds, but not long as you might think. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) – Freeza hasn’t even heard of sex toys until he arrived on Earth. He loves the idea of eggs and remote-controlled vibrators. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) – L-O-V-E-S to tease! If the mood strikes, Freeza will edge you for hours until you are a blubbering mess. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) – Small ‘unfs’ and ‘uhs’ but a lot of purring. Freeza gets loud if you work his slit. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) – Has a slit for his cock, as in Freeza has sort of like alligator parts. It’s always “erect”, his testicles are the parts that grow bigger and push out his penis. And he can move it like a tentacle. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) – Freeza sometimes indulges, but it’s not often even with a constant partner at his beck and call. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) – Freeza likes to see the look on your face post-coitus. Most times, Freeza will peek at you, then leave to attend business. He will be walking away whether you like it or not.

#Freeza #dbz headcanons

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supervillain-smut · 5 years

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Henry Jekyll NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Henry is extremely caring and cuddly, his favorite positions being with you laying on his chest, or spooning you, he’s the big spoon, no arguing.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands, whether it’s an innocent massage at the end of the day, or roaming all over him. Whatever part of him you love the most is his favorite.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He loves pushing deep inside of you, head in your neck as he comes down.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hyde can see what’s happening too. He’ll make snide remarks between the two of you how he’s seen you naked.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Henry knows what he’s doing to a fair extent. He knows how to make you feel good.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything involving you being pressed together, he enjoys the closeness during intercourse, whether you’re in his lap, or he’s got you under him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be a bit of both, depending on how it starts off; if it’s playful he’ll have a smirk on his face the whole way through, if it’s passionate, he’ll have a serious but loving look on his face. He doesn’t do rough or hate sex, that’s Hyde’s thing if anyone dared much to Henry’s dismay.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Before you he was a mess, to be honest but once you showed clear interest in him, he cleans up very well.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s always passionate and enamored with you and takes his time.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Hyde was really the one to do this, Jekyll doesn’t have time.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Henry likes being pushed against things. Walls, dressers, hell push him onto the bed, ironically loves being shoved around.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere so long as it’s private enough to not have to worry about being disturbed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Flirtation, sultry eyes, teasing, revealing outfits, Lingerie is something he especially loves, he especially loves you desperately grabbing his shoulders.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything Hyde would do, they are literally complete opposites despit sharing the same body. Hyde uses roughness, filthy language and insults.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He doesn’t mind receiving, so long as you want to, he won’t ask you to however. His favorite is giving, actually. He loves seeing you pleasured and writhing, moaning his name.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Henry is either slow and sensual or fast and sensual, depending on what you want.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If you tease him enough, including physical teasing, he won’t hold back to drag you to some secluded section of the Nautilus and deal with your ‘misbehaving’ and ‘disrupting his work’.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s game for mild experimenting, but no risks. He’s too shy for that sort of stuff, he’d be humiliated for weeks if you were to get caught.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Henry can go 3 rounds tops, but does enjoy being overstimulated. He makes the best faces and sounds if you do ;).

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s new to the concept of sex toys, and is actually pretty curious, so there will definitely be some experimenting for the both of you; whatever you do, don’t give him the remote to any vibrators, Hyde will tempt him to turn it up full blast while you’re mid conversation with someone he doesn’t like, say Dorian Gray or Tom Sawyer.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Depending on two things, one being if he’s willing to listen to Hyde, two being his own mood and desperation, he’ll either tease a little, or deny you from cumming say three or four times.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s surprisingly vocal, but nothing where anyone else could hear him anywhere besides through the door; unless you decide to overstimulate him, you’ll probably hear him down the hallway. He definitely wants to hear you, though. If enough people heard you, and trust me he’ll know who, he’ll have the most smug grin on his face for days.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He actually enjoys the encouragement he gets from Hyde.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It’s enough for your mouth to form an O when he pushes into you, something he takes pride in every time it happens.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

When he’s had you for the first time, he looks forward to the next time, and is at your beck and call.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes cuddling for maybe a half hour, maybe whispering sweet nothings to you, low conversations, whatever you’re up for, and falls asleep when you’re both done talking. He’s also a heavy sleeper.

#henry jekyll #dr jekyll #lxg dr jekyll #league of extraordinary gentlemen #edward hyde #alphabet #mod babydoll #dr henry jekyll #jekyll and hyde

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vanchlo · 4 years

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The Assistant / Chapter Twenty Seven, “Meet Me in the Hallway”

New to the story or want to catch up? Find all chapters HERE! :-)

Ok I didnt forget this time :/

* SNEAKYYYYYYYYY PEEK TIME *

“Why’re you annoyed I said that? Is it ‘cause that’s what you want? Did I expose your secret fantasy? ‘Cause ya know you can still go and date him, maybe it’s even easier now that you don’t work for him anymore.”

“Robbie, stop.”

“I can keep a secret. Scout’s honor.”

“No, you can’t! You always say that and it’s never true. And you were never in Boy Scouts,” I scoff, holding onto tufts of his jean jacket.

“I was too! Now, stop avoiding the question. Why won’t you give Harry another chance?” Robbie continues, veering back to the topic I so conveniently changed.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Hmmm, I don’t think I believe you, Ree,” Robbie tsks. “But I’m going to get the truth out of you one of these times.”

P.S - I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors or stuff that should be bolded/italicized that I missed, I already edited this chapter on here a few times and Tumblr kept losing it ugh.

Enjoy!

“I don’t know,” she replies, yanking at the corners of my heart. A sigh escapes my lips when I feel my heavy head fall into my hands. “M-my dad,” Becky continues, but her words collapse into tears before too long.

I almost tell her that I already know, but my lips stop just in time. I don’t want her to get mad at Asher. And if I’m honest, our secret elevator meetings to talk about her are the highlight of my week. But my lips search for something to say. The sound of her tears is all I can hear, no matter how badly I ache to take them away.

“He has c-cancer, Harry,” Becky says, her words tumbling out sloppily. They pull at my heart again, making it fall another notch.

“Fuuuuuuuuck . . . . ’m so sorry, Becks . . . . Are ya okay?”

“No, w-why would I be? How could I be?” she responds, her words falling out fast.

“Becks . . have ya been drinkin’, love?” I ask tentatively, wincing when I hear her groan.

“I don’t wanna ‘ear it. Imma grown woman. I can bloody drink if I want t’ and-,” she argues, her voice steely. I’m caught off guard by the confrontation, and it only makes me feel worse.

“Tha’s not what I meant, love. I jus’ . . . ,” I try, my train of thought fleeing me. All of my thoughts do, because I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t even know if I’d have any better idea of what to say if I’d had notice she was going to call. That she was going to remember who I was for the first time in 9 months. “Are ya atta pub? Cuz I jus’ wanna know yer safe. I can leave an’ give ya a lift home if ya need,” I finish, unsure of how she’ll take my words.

She’s quiet and it only makes the scary thoughts buzz louder in my head.

What if she gets the idea to drive herself home?

What if some drunk bloke bothers her and she can’t fend for herself?

What if she tries to walk home in the rainstorm?

What if she keeps drinking, not knowing when to stop?

What if-

“No, I’m at home. In me bed. I’m not st- dumb, Harry,” she slurs, showing me a side of her I’ve never seen. We’ve had drinks together before - in my office or rarely at a pub. But she never got drunk before.

“I don’ think ya are, bug,” I counter, the nickname falling effortlessly from my tongue. “’m really sorry ‘bout yer dad. D’ya know how bad it ‘s yet?”

“Noooo, other than that ’s somewhere . . . like in uh Stage 2 . . or somefiing,” Becky answers, her words all over the place. “It’s t-the prostate. Ya know that fing that uh . . . is . . where ‘s it ‘gain?” One of her many words that don’t make much sense.

“Ya I know what it ‘s an’ where. I uh have one of ‘em,” I finish for her. I’m rewarded by hearing her decadent laugh. A sound I’ve craved and missed for so long. I missed it more than I thought I had, I realize as a smile pulls my cheeks upwards.

“Oh ya. I uh kinda forgot ‘bout dat,” she titters, encouraging a chuckle from my now smiling lips.

But her laugh fades first and mine follows. Because she didn’t call to laugh at my lame jokes, or to catch up on things we’ve missed in each other's lives. No, not really.

“He’d been ‘aving pains. So bad he can’t eat, or use the uh loo . . He told me when we was there wit’ Robbie and . . . . he looked baaad,” she tells me, her voice catching on the last word. I feel my heart shudder in pain again, and suddenly I realize the validity of the second-hand pain phenomenon. “And I jus’ dunno ‘ow I’m gonna do dis. I wanna help him and take care o’ him . . . But I’m t’ree hours ‘way and . . . I just dunno how t’ do dis.”

“There’s no real setta rules, love. No guideline or brochure fer how t’ handle it . . Ya jus’ gotta do yer best, an’ love him . . ‘m sorry,” I tell her, not knowing what else to say.

“You’re sorry?” she laughs, pulling my eyebrows into a knot. “Tha’s a firssssst.”

I listen to her laugh some more, savoring it. But I’m also confused and a little offended. But then it stops abruptly and I hear her sniffle. “I’m the one whoooo should be sorry,” she begins, tears lacing into her words. And taking all of mine with them. “You’re just trynaaaa help, and I’m bein’ mean and rude just like I always am to ya. Ughhhh, I dunno why I even called.”

“No, ‘s okay. Yer goin’ thru a lot an’ . . . I appreciate ya callin’. I jus’ hope ‘m helpin’,” I say quickly, dropping a hand in defeat. It finds its way to my pants and I pick at the loose thread that’s been bothering me all day.

“But I am, Harry! I’m mean and I make no sense a-and I’m jus’ loadin’ onto ya. But I dunno who else t’ call, cuz ’m tryna t’ be strong forrrrr Robbie. And not worry Skye, an’ I jus’ dunno what t’ do, Harry,” Becky says, the last of her words dissolving into sobs. Biting my lip at the sound of her crying into my ear, I keep biting and biting as she cries. I yank at the thread and feel it dig into my skin, but I don’t let go. “I don’t wanna lose me dad afta I already lost you.”

It takes a few seconds of telling myself, but I slowly release my bottom lip. I huff, swiping my tongue across my lips. I taste the metally blood coming from the stinging cut. And then the warm taste of salt joins it on my tongue. Pressing my lips together, the pain only intensifies. But I let it stay as tears roll down my cheek. My finger burns, but only for a few short seconds when I finally rip the thread from my pants. It doesn’t compare to the pain I feel inside of my chest, like a vice around my heart. Tightening and throbbing.

The line grows silent, but I know she’s there. Because I hear her shallow breathing, and the occasional sniffle. And I know that she’s still crying, because I hear the whimpers that she tries to hide. Even if she is drunk. And the pain only keeps coming, because I hate that I can’t do anything to stop hers. Nothing at all.

“I miss ya so much, Becks,” I whisper, not believing the words coming from my mouth. But they feel good. Freeing. Almost exciting.

“I . . . I do too, b-but I can’t go down that road ‘gain, Harry. I- I can’t do this,” she rushes. I hear noises on her line, but I can’t get out the words before the it goes dead. Silence.

I feel my phone slide from my hands slick with tears. It falls to the floor with a thud, but I hardly hear it. Because her voice is drowning out the sounds of everything else.

The thunder.

The rain falling harder by every second.

I press the pads of my fingers into my eyes and let my own rain fall. My fingers grow wet with every tear. Every single one I held in as her voice graced my ears. The tears that grew from the pain I heard in her voice. From when I heard about her dad’s diagnosis. And I think the ones I’ve been pushing away for a long time.

The rain welcomes a friend, and I join the drops drilling against the glass until the storm passes. But I know that although the storm inside of me passed for a little while, that it’s only come back stronger. The velvety sofa cushions and pillow welcome my tired body. I fall into a fitful sleep with her comforting voice dancing through my head. The only place I can see her again, and where I didn’t fuck everything up.

“Don’t worry, Becky. We’ll get this all figured out. You just do your best and take care of yourself and your father. Keep me updated on what you learn, and if you need extensions. Alright?”

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” I reply emphatically.

He nods before patting my arm and telling me to have a good day. I return it before leaving his office and feeling the slightest weight leave my shoulders. That was the easy part, I think to myself as I find my way through the twisty halls.

Looping my arm through my other backpack strap, I turn a corner and keep walking. I feel my heartbeat start to slow down after that nervous meeting with Professor Alcott, finishing up my afternoon of meeting with my professors. I couldn’t even believe the words leaving my mouth to grace their ears.

My dad was diagnosed with Stage 2 prostate cancer recently. We still don’t know a lot, but I wanted to let you know. I plan to still stay enrolled in the program and I’m committed to my courses. At the same time, I’m going to do what I can to take care of him. I will keep you updated as I learn more, but there are still a lot of unknowns at this point and . . . , I think, pausing the track I had on repeat for the last few hours. I had to figure out what to say, then rehearse it, and then say all of those words to the stern-looking expressions of my professors. Two of whom I’ve never even met before, because I’m taking their classes online. But my advisor, Sally, told me it would be best to meet with them in person. It’s more personal and shows your commitment blah blah, she said.

I’m just glad to have that part over with, I sigh inwardly.

The first fallen leaves of Fall crunch under my lace up purple Vans. The crisp air welcomes me. For a few seconds, I lose myself in the beginnings of the changing colors of Autumn. But the incessant worrying thoughts that have plagued my mind sit at the back, ready to pounce. I was rather numb for the first several days. I didn’t know how to function normally. Let alone inform my professors professionally and in person about the events that just rocked my life. I’m relieved that they were all very accommodating and kind to me about the news. But I know that the hard work is just about to begin.

A U2 song pours from my speakers as I back out of my parking space and start my journey home. I try to lose myself in the beloved lyrics, but it’s hard. When they become too relatable and too nostalgic, I skip it and the stereo player whirs as it thinks. My Spotify chooses a song at random - a favorite by Vance Joy. I roll my windows down and try to sing along.

I close my apartment door with my foot, sifting through the mail.

A bill. An advert for Skye. Another bill. Another cosmetology advert for Skye. An advert from my uni. Something Skye ordered from Amazon. A random magazine subscription that I most definitely don’t want to subscribe to. A sheet of Domino’s coupons. And a square periwinkle envelope with my name scrawled across the front. No return address.

My feet stop in the middle of toeing off my shoes. The one falls to the floor with an echoing thud. I swallow and pad slowly over to the kitchen island. Pushing Skye’s mess over, I let the pile of mail fall with a slap. With one shoe still on, I soon find myself sitting on the arm of the sofa. Backpack still heavy on my shoulders. Keys still hanging around my finger. But all I can focus on is the periwinkle envelope in my hands. And that familiar handwriting.

I hug it to my chest and tap my fingers along it as I think.

I know what it feels like, but I don’t know if I want to open it.

Because I know what will happen if I do.

But I can’t deny the first bubbles of excitement rising in my chest.

The first feelings of happiness I’ve felt in 11 days.

11 days since my dad announced that he has cancer. The dreaded C word.

My thumb does the first rip without me barely registering it. My excited heartbeat eggs me on. I try to rip it neatly, and leave the pretty envelope intact. But I’ve never been good at opening mail neatly. It’s just too exciting. I see the cursive word on the back first. The card company’s name.

The card is a periwinkle purple, like the envelope. He remembered it’s my favorite. My eyes fall closed without warning when I feel the hard square inside of the card. A sigh escapes my lips. It only grows longer when I feel the tiny imprints the pen left from pressing down hard in the author’s hand.

Exhaling slowly, I flip the card over and find a saying that I glance over. The cursive words made permanent by gold lettering tug at my heart. But I know that’s only the beginning. My finger pries at the opening and runs along the inside, feeling the bumpy impressions of the ink words. I rip the bandaid off and open it. But before I read anything, I grab a hold of the plastic square. I place it behind the card in my grip.

One step at a time.

The inside of the card is painted with sloppy black writing. At the sight of it, I watch my sight grow hazy. Starting at the beginning, I blink and feel the first tear fall when I see my name.

Harry’s name for me.

Dear Becks,

I saw this card and thought of you. The little bunny on the front just screamed your name, and well it harassed me during my whole shopping trip to buy it. Isn’t it just adorable? It made me think of the story you told me once about the baby bunny you found with your dad that was hurt. You both nursed it back to health before it hopped away back into the woods. Or your Dad called the animal services to take it to rehabilitate it. You said you couldn’t remember. Anyways, it made me think of you and the unimaginable pain you’re going through. You and your family. I never had the pleasure to meet your Dad but I wanted to extend my sympathies. He must be a pretty incredible man seeing how well you and Robbie turned out. You always spoke fondly of him. I know you’re very close to him, and because of that I know this is even harder for you. I’m so sorry. I’ve been thinking of you and your family often, and wishing there was something I could do to help. I’m so sorry, Becks. I really am. I don’t think there’s much else I can say to comfort you right now, or if there is I don’t know what it is. I’d just suggest doing what you can to be with your father during this time, and although it may be difficult to see him in pain, I think you’d be happy if you were there. No matter how things turn out, I think it would mean a lot to the both of you. I’ve experienced grandparents and loved ones passing, and it’s the shits but whoever said that it’s better to suffer together than by yourself was right. But please take care of yourself too. I don’t know what your plans are, but please don’t load your plate too full. Okay? I’m sorry, but you won’t be much help to your Dad if you’re giving yourself too much work. I’m so sorry that this is happening to you, Becks. It pains me more than you could know to know that you’re going through this. You and your family will be in my thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. Please let them know that. Take care of yourself, please. For you and your dad. If there is anything at all I can do to help please don’t be afraid to let me know. In the meantime, I hope that this Visa gift card will help. I recall you said you’re from Madley and your dad still lives there, which is quite the trip. I hope this money will help pay for petrol, meals, hospital bills, and anything else that may help make you and your dad comfortable. Myles’ brother who’s a doctor knows of some good docs at The Royal London Hospital where he works - if you’re interested, just give him a ring. I’ll be praying for a hopeful diagnosis and outlook for your dad, and that he recovers from this. I hope you’re hanging in there, Becks. Just take it one day at a time.

Harry xxxxx

My chest shakes with a sob as I breathe in, but it’s so hard. And it hurts. Closing the card, I cover my face with it. And feel the warm tears paint my cheeks. I don’t know where they come from or how I haven’t ran out of them yet, but they keep coming. Without knowing it, I find myself sliding off the sofa and down onto the floor to rest against the sofa. Ugly sounds leave my lips and my body shakes with each sob. For the first time in days, there’s a feeling inside of me stronger than sadness for my dad.

Longing.

Missing.

I miss Harry. And I let myself feel all of it. Like I haven’t been letting myself for months. I forgot how much I missed him.

The way he could make me laugh.

How he always knew what to say without worrying it being the right thing.

His sunshine smile.

His molasses like voice - deep, rich, and syrupy sweet.

And most of all, the way his hugs fixed me like a bandaid. I feel my heart wrench with everything I miss, but it especially hurts when I think about how much I miss his hugs. And how badly I crave one right now. No, I need one.

I cry harder at that, because apparently things can get worse right now, I think inside the chaos that is my mind.

I miss my dad, even though I saw him yesterday when I went back home. And then I miss Harry, even though I kicked him out of my life. Even though I heard his molasses voice the other day when I mistakenly called him after drinking a bottle of wine.

I miss him so much and it hurts.

I didn’t know that I could even hurt more than I already was.

And I wouldn’t have guessed that his card warms my heart, and breaks it at the same time.

My thumb wavers over the keyboard of letters, indecisive and lost. I groan and walk away, padding out of the room and into our main living area.

“You better be getting a snack since you didn’t eat dinner,” Skye calls out to me from her perch on the sofa.

“Okay, Mom,” I retort, searching the shelves of the fridge. It sounds bad, but it only took Skye a major life event to do a decent job at grocery shopping, I recount. Grabbing a yogurt from the drawer, an apple, and a spoon from others, I leave with my dinner in hand.

The food falls to my desk with a clatter as my attention diverts to my phone. Waking it back up, I see the words I had typed out before. Without another thought, I press Send. With wide eyes and a shaky hand, I lay my phone face down away from me. I’ve only gotten settled and read a few lines from my textbook when my phone chimes. With teenage jittery excitement, I stare at it for a few seconds before daring to pick it up. My heart does a somersault in my chest at the sight of the name.

Harry.

I read over my text first, and then read his.

Hi. I can’t thank you enough for the incredibly sweet card. The gift card was more than generous. I don’t know which I cried more at. Just THANK YOU. A lot. I don’t know how many times I can say that. It was so kind of you to think of me and my dad.

Harry

hi! stop it youre more than welcome. im glad you liked the card. i wasnt sure if it was 2 dorky. u better not have cried at it. im here if u need anything. have a good night xxxx

My thumbs dance around on the screen. But before long, I set it down and try to immerse myself in my textbook. But it’s hard, because all I can do is think about him and our texts. I was texting him and we were talking, my over excited teenage-like mind thinks. But the adult part of it sweeps it under the rug, or tries to. Those two parts fight each other as I struggle to make sense of the chapter I’m reading. Because the teenage girl side wants to text him back, but the adult side argues there’s nothing to say. And that won’t I just get hurt again? I find myself nodding at that. Or more so, the argument it makes about there being no point in it. But the teenaged side reads into his words and grows excited at some of them. Talk about distracting.

“Oh my god, just stop!” I mutter aloud, covering my ears but it doesn’t work. Groaning, I flip the page and read on.

He helped and his card stands on my desk now, but I need to focus on my dad. And school. And this fricken boring chapter that I have an upcoming quiz on.

Voices carry down the tiled hallways. The sounds of footsteps sound like ghosts around me. So do the memories I have of these halls. Ones that stab at my insides as I walk further into them. I turn a corner and find the light at the end of the tunnel. He senses me and looks up. He shows a small smile as he crosses his arms over his chest. He’s continued to ignore the the circle of chairs in the waiting area. Instead, he leans against the wall nearby the door we’ve been staring at.

“Is he done with his labs yet?”

He shakes his head no, narrowing his eyes at me. “You said you weren’t going to go and cry in the bathroom, you liar,” Robbie jokes, but I don’t laugh. He purses his lips and holds his arm out for me.

I walk into them and rest my head on his chest. “Yeah well, you tell everybody that you’re the older twin when you’re not,” I quip with a sniffle. A laugh rumbles underneath my cheek.

“That’s ‘cause I am.”

“No, you’re not. Dad only said that when we got in fights to make you feel better,” I reply, closing my eyes and listening to his heartbeat. For some reason, his hugs never fail to calm me down. After a fight we had whether we were 5 or 15, when I snuck into his bed at night when mom and dad were fighting, after a pet died, even after a bad day at school, and especially lately with dad’s diagnosis. It only strengthens my belief about the whole twin thing.

He scoffs in reply and my lips find a laugh. “I want to see our birth certificates and settle this once and for all.”

I giggle into his warm chest and close my eyes. But then the thoughts and not longer after, the tears arrive. Robbie squeezes me and tickles my back with his fingers.

“They sounded hopeful at least,” he says quietly.

“Yeah, but they want to do chemo before and after surgery.”

“I know, but they said they have to be sure. If things look good when they’re doing the surgery, like clean margins or whatever it was, then he might not need chemo afterwards,” Robbie points out and I nod, feeling the damp spots on his shirt from my tears.

“He seems like he’s holding it all together pretty well.”

“Yeah he’s always had super strength. Remember in primary when we wrote that dad was our hero-.”

“And mom got mad,” I finish for him, adding my laughter to his.

“Yeah. And even though we made that superhero poster about him, I never stopped seeing him as a superhero,” Robbie says, slowly trailing off when the emotions steal his words.

“Bee, stop, you’re gonna make me cry even more.”

He laughs for a second, but then I hear him start to cry. His chest trembles underneath me. I give up and cry with him.

“Harry sent me a card in the mail,” I sob, hiccuping in between words.

“He did? I always knew I liked that guy. What’d it say?”

Something half-scoff and half-laugh is my response before I take a big breath. “I don’t know, it was just so sweet and kind. He said that he’s thinking of all of us, and told me to take care of myself. He said he knows it’s hard to see people you love suffering, but that it’s better to suffer together than on your own,” I choke out, tears drowning my words. “The card had a bunny on it. He said he got it because I told him the story of how Dad and I saved that hurt bunny. I wish he could’ve met dad when I still worked there . . And he sent a $150 Visa gift card to use for bills, petrol, and food.”

“Wow, that’s crazy generous. Wait, what? You two didn’t save it, the animal control people did,” Robbie argues and I just shake my head. “And don’t say it like that. Dad’s too stubborn to die, you know that. And with how much you talk about Harry, I’m sure you guys are gonna get coffee one day and fall in love and get married,” he continues, his voice quickly turning mocking and girly. I laugh and shove him, stepping away with a laugh.

“What?” he laughs. His voice is still under water, as is mine. “Why’re you annoyed I said that? Is it ‘cause that’s what you want? Did I expose your secret fantasy? ‘Cause ya know you can still go and date him, maybe it’s even easier now that you don’t work for him anymore.”

“Robbie, stop,” I reply, laughing with emotions fighting in my voice.

“C’mere,” he says, pulling me into his arms once again. “Ya know you can tell me. I can keep a secret. Scout’s honor.”

“No, you can’t! You always say that and it’s never true. You blabbed to the whole 1st grade I had a crush on Johnny Turner. Then, when I gave you a second chance, you did the same thing again in 8th grade with Willie. And you were never in Boy Scouts,” I scoff, holding onto tufts of his jean jacket.

“I was too!”

“Being it for one week and quitting because you went home in the middle of the first camp doesn’t count!”

“I still think it does. I have the outfit, sash, hat, and everything still. I made dad proud, and you know it. Now, stop avoiding the question. Why won’t you give Harry another chance?” Robbie continues, veering back to the topic I so conveniently changed.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Hmmm, I don’t think I believe you, Ree,” Robbie tsks, his scratchy chin resting on top of my head. We hear the click of a door open, and I frantically wipe my eyes. “But I’m going to get the truth out of you one of these times.”

I roll my eyes at Robbie as I peer up at him. He winks before sloppily kissing my head.

“Come on, you rascals. Let’s get outta here before they try to poke me with any more needles,” our dad says, walking out of the room with his jacket folded over his arms.

I know he knows we’ve been crying, but he doesn’t mention it. I think another secret language is already starting to form between us. With Robbie’s arm around my shoulder, I grab hold of my dad’s hand. He turns to flash a tired smile at me, before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Thanks for coming, guys,” he hums quietly as we stop in front of an elevator. His smile tugs at my heart. I’m just thankful to be able to still see it.

Stepping onto the elevator, he squeezes my hand hard, just like he always has done. “Dad, don’t!” I yelp and he chuckles under his breath.

After pressing the button for the lobby, I see Robbie’s lips bend upwards. This can’t be good. “Hey, dad, when we get home can you pull out our birth certs? I need to know the truth of who’s really the older twin.”

“Oh god. You two are 25 years old, when is this going to be over?!” my dad huffs, rubbing at his eyes, but with a smile. “Maybe I won’t take you with the next time, since it’s giving you existential crises,” he threatens, and we all fall into easy laughter.

“I’m gonna have an existential crisis if I found out you’ve been lying to me for my whole life,” Robbie exclaims and we all only laugh harder.

My backpack and coat fall to the floor with a heavy thud. With a yawn, I bend over to grab my things. The sound of chattering surrounds me. It slowly grows in volume as I sit there tiredly with my head down. I hear footsteps, laughs, and the scuffling of moved objects.

“Wake up!” a voice nudges at me. I groan angrily in response and hear laughter in response. I peek through a crack in my arm to find Ruby’s crazy red hair bobbing next to me. My newest friend from Criminology. “Just ‘cause we have a guest speaker today, doesn’t mean you can sleep.”

“Oh, that’s today?” I reply excitedly, returning to the warm cocoon of my arms.

“Yeah, but we still have to take notes. Ya know like last Wednesday when we had our first guest speaker? We had to write down questions for them, even if we don’t end up asking them. Alcott just wants us to get thinking and to well, pay attention. And not fall asleep like somebody! And then we have to write down 8 things that interested us, so get unpacking,” Ruby replies, her chipper voice drilling into my ears.

“Noooooo,” I moan, scrunching my face in secret.

I hear the door to the lecture hall close with a loud bang and Alcott laughs. “Alright, you lot, look alive. Our guest speaker has arrived and is ready to dazzle you this rainy Wednesday morning. Remember to be working on your page of ‘Ahas’ whilst he’s speaking. You’ll be passing it in at the end of class which is in 50 minutes,” Alcott announces. His Southern accent coming out in a few of his words.

“Shitttttt. I think I might like this guest speaker. Look at him, Becky. He is fineeeeeee,” Ruby whispers, elbowing me hard in the arm.

With a whimper, I sit up with a secret stretch. Combing my hair back, I rub at one of my eyes as they both struggle to focus.

“What, who’s fine? What’s fine?” another voice blurts out. I squint and look over to find Simon taking the seat on the other side of me. The little Criminology trio back together again.

“Not you being tardy, that’s not fine,” Ruby retorts with a smirk in her voice. I can’t help but smile. Simon flashes one at me as he combs a hand through his sandy hair after digging in his backpack.

“So without further ado, I’d like to introduce our guest speaker today. Harry Styles from Styles and Lawson. Let’s welcome Mr. Styles with open arms and give him our undivided attention, please.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble under my breath, coaxing a confused ‘what’ from Ruby and Simon’s lips .

“Hullo, class. My name ‘s Harry Styles, but ya can call me Harry. Ummmmm as Professor Alcott said, ‘m from tha London law firm Styles and Lawson. Me mate, Myles Lawson, makes up tha otha half o’ tha firm. This year it’ll be 5 years since we started tha firm togetha, which ‘s bloody crazy t’ me. Before, it was his dad’s firm, and long story short, Myles an’ I got togetha an’ here we are. Anyways, I make me rounds in London talkin’ t’ law classes. I’ve always enjoyed speakin’ t’ tha incomin’ lawyers an’ tellin’ some o’ me stories. An’ me favorite part - answerin’ questions. I thought ‘d start with how I got into law, tho’.”

Shit. I really should’ve known this would happen.

“Nothing,” I reply. “J-just hand me a piece of paper and a pencil, please,” I say briskly to Ruby.

The last thing I want is to make a single sound that will bring attention to me. But it seems like the universe doesn’t really care lately what I want. I’m already trying to figure out my odds of him spotting me in the sea of 50-so students. Amongst 35 or so ogling girls. Typical.

But the more my eyes focus and my ears attune themselves, I lose myself. I knew it wasn’t a dream when I heard the first word from his mouth. I’d know that voice anywhere. But when my eyes finally focus on the towering figure standing at the front of the room, my eyes struggle. Gone are his long curly locks, and replacing them is a short and curly quiff. I try to ignore the somersaults my insides are doing, but it’s terribly difficult.

Taking a deep breath, I savor listening to the words fall from those smiling cherry lips. In that slow, calming voice. Never being able to remain in one place, he paces around the front of the room slowly. Clad in a gray suit with a black button down, I slowly melt next to Ruby. Who from her choice of words, is doing about the same. Just in a less graphically described way than her. I can’t blame her, because somehow he has only gotten more handsome over the last year.

“Isn’t he just so nice to look at?” she croons.

“Oh yes,” I reply without thinking, and she sighs happily.

Simon groans in disgust, shaking his head. I see him out of the corner of my eye playing with the lead in his pencil. He tries to take it out in one piece before putting it back in. Rinse and repeat.

I bite my lip and somehow tear my eyes away and to the paper sitting in front of me. I scribble my name across the top. Numbering my page, I write down the first ‘aha’ I have.

1. Renowned lawyer with his own firm at 28. Almost unheard of.

Tapping the pencil absently at my thigh, I return my attention to the front. Playing with the rings donning his hands, Harry continues with the story of how he came to be a lawyer. One I can’t say I’ve heard before. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he starts to walk again. Changing his focus from somebody in the front row, it suddenly floats up.

And lands on me.

Not only am I surprised, but so is he. The pencil between my fingers halts and altogether falls from my fingers. He stops mid sentence when his eyes lock with mine. My insides grow bubbly as a sparkle gleams in his eyes. I watch a grin unfold on his lips before he composes himself.

Clearing his throat, he asks, “I-I’m sorry, can somebody uh remind me what I was sayin’?”

Nervously, he combs a hand through his hair. Laughing, he thanks an eager girl in the front row when she reminds him. And soon enough, he’s back on track with a new nervousness to his voice, or excitement. I’m not sure which. And his eyes trail back to me after a few words, making a smile tickle at my lips.

Although hard, I look away and pretend to think of something to write. Feeling another pair of eyes on me, I look over and find Ruby’s hot on my cheek. I shrug at her jealous look and she just shakes her head. I laugh under my breath and she kicks me under the table.

I lose myself in Harry’s words for the rest of his talk, his maple syrupy voice like music to my ears.

He talks about starting his law firm with Myles.

Some of his favorite cases.

His first case.

His worst case.

His hardest case.

And then he goes on to answer questions. Ruby and I aren’t the only ones fawning over him, because most of the class is as well. Some girls are really flirting it up with Harry. He just relishes in the flattery, to no surprise. I try not to notice the few times he peeks at me when he looks for somebody to call on with a question.

“Why does he keep looking at you?” Ruby whispers to me as I write down another ‘aha.’ Some random takeaway from another story of his.

“How am I supposed to know?” I reply, twiddling with my pencil when I’m done. “Why don’t you ask him a question already? I can see the ants in your pants, Rube.”

“I don’t know, I think her question would be if he was single,” Simon jokes, garnering a few curse words from Ruby. I quietly laugh between their hushed argument.

“Well, ‘m gettin’ tha eye from Alcott, so I reckon that my time’s up with you lot. Thanks fer havin’ me an’ hopefully I wasn’t too boring t’ listen to,” Harry concludes at the front of the lecture hall.

I pretend I don’t hear Simon’s griping next to me. I can’t help but smile as I slide my backpack onto my shoulders.

“Not so fast, everybody. What do we say to Mr. Styles for speaking to our class today?” Professor Alcott pipes up. I join in on the class-wide thank you as I hand Ruby her pencil back.

“I bet you’ll be awake and ready for Wednesday lectures from now on,” she says, winking at me.

I roll my eyes with a grin as I start down the steps beside her. “Like you’re any better. I saw you both drooling from the corner of my eye,” Simon remarks.

“Maybe,” I say quietly, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my pullover quarter zip. The last syllable falls from my lips as my eyes pan over to find his head of dark curls.

Nearly at the uppermost row, my view wasn’t the best. As I near closer to him, his features sharpen and with the realization, my heart squeezes in my chest. Light stubble coats his dimpled cheeks as he smiles talking to a classmate of mine.

I’m only a few footsteps from the bottom now, following the slow line of people who are leaving. The angel and demon, for lack of better words, argue inside of my head. Should I go and say hi?

Yeah, why not?

No, why would you?

It would be rude if you didn’t.

It would be weird if you did.

But there are a handful of girls around him probably already flirting with him.

With an indecisive sigh, I clench my fists inside of my pockets. The two opposites inside of me clash, and I truly have no idea what to do. His card the other day was so kind and thoughtful. But I was a bitch the last time I saw him. I can’t believe it’ll be a year in two short months since I quit. Wow.

“I dunno why they’re bothering, it looks like he’s taken,” Simon snickers, earning a flick on the head from Ruby. “Don’t be a bitch just because I pointed out the truth. Can’t shoot the bloody messenger, Rube.”

I don’t intervene when Ruby chases after Simon to the door. Suddenly my feet stop around the corner from the stairs. Only a few more steps and he’d be out of my sight.

Again.

For who knows how long until next time.

I can’t take my eyes off of him. He really looks like he’s enjoying himself talking to law students. Up close, he really has grown more handsome over the last 11 months. I never thought that could be possible. Smiles crease his cheeks.And light up his eyes.

But when his left hand habitually goes to fix his quiff of curls, I see the gold ring Simon saw. He wore rings, but never that one. It’s like my heart is brought up from the bottom of the lake where it’s been, and takes another nose dive back down.

“Becky!” somebody calls for me. I blink and almost think it’s him. But when I look around for the culprit, I find Simon walking up to me.

I find it hard to squash the disappointment weighing inside of me. That it’s not Harry.

“Sorry, Si. W-what’d you say?” I reply, tearing my eyes away from Harry.

“Don’t look so sad he’s taken,” Si jokes quietly, putting an arm around me and squeezing my shoulder. I force a smile and walk to the door with him. “Wanna go get a coffee? Maybe that’ll cheer you up,” he suggests happily, his voice echoing in the hall to the door.

“Yeah sure,” I respond slowly, unsure of my words. I let him guide me out of the lecture hall and into the busy hallways.

Wow, Harry, you moved on from Amber that quick, huh? I think to myself with knitted brows and self-doubt. Swallowing, I try to push the nagging thought away. But I can’t, and I find myself barely able to carry on a conversation with Simon.

I thought seeing Harry in my lecture was one of the sweetest surprises. Instead, it feels like a happy dream that turned into a nightmare at the end.

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supposed2bfunny · 4 years

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B,L,A,N,K,E,T for the fanfic ask meme

OMG LISSY THANK YOU SO MUCH?? You indulge me FAR too much

B-What was the first fandom you read fic in? Which was the first you wrote fic for?

I first read for either Hana-Kimi or Ouran High School Host Club back in the golden days of Fanfiction.net...many moons ago...

I first wrote even before then for Teen Titans. I didn’t know “fanfiction” was a thing, and I just wrote “stories” for my favorite superheroes by hand and illustrated them myself, to be enjoyed by absolutely nobody but me.

L- Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

That’s tough. Probably either “Unacceptable” or “Inarticulate Life,” both of which deal with some heavier subject matter. “OT3″ has also had some darker moments, which can be tough to write sometimes without taking lots of breaks to gather my thoughts and emotions before getting to a final version. It’s not that I can’t write about tougher topics, but rather that I want to make sure the characters speak like themselves while also being respectful of the subject matter (i.e. abusive relationships, sexual misconduct, etc). It can be challenging to strike a balance between handling something in a way that I’m comfortable sharing with readers while also just being in-character.

A-Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

If we’re sticking to what I’ve written more recently on AO3, probably “OT3″ or “Naked,” as they both kind of served as icebreakers for me to meet and befriend a lot of awesome people in the Gorillaz fandom, some of whom have become my closest friends over the course of years. The research and time and effort that has gone into OT3 (and will continue to; it’s on hiatus, but I’m not done with it forever) is probably the most I’ve ever poured into anything fandom-wise.

Looking back even further (if you don’t have my ff.net account, you’re not gonna get it; shit back there is CRINGE), I’m pretty fond of “Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc,” because I wrote a lot of that at a time when I was starting to come into myself as a writer and realize that I wanted to take writing seriously as a profession. Plus I’ll always have a soft spot for Sherlock Holmes sooo

N-Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

I DON’T CARE if no one gives a shit, I’m drafting a JJBA/Vento Aureo Fumis fic that’s gonna be so traumatizing, yo! Mista is dealing with a shit-ton of survivor’s guilt and depression, and Fugo is just an emotional mess on a good day, and they’re gonna be thrown together to topple Passione’s narcotics trade. They’re falling in love, but why the hell aren’t they in therapy? Stay tuned to find out!

Also when that fic has been drafted, I’m seriously hoping to get back into writing “OT3″ again... It’s honestly harder than it sounds to write something when your heart’s not in it, but I’m going to do my best to get back into that mindset once my current hyper-fixation dies down a bit because I know a lot of folks really want to see the story continue (trust me: so do I).

K-Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

Smut. I just read so much smut :( I generally don’t read fics that aren’t M-rated unless they’re exceptionally well-written. The kinkier the better, honestly. I’ve gotta get better about giving other fics a chance...

E- What character do you identify with most? Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Hmm. Weird answer, but here goes: Mac from Sunny in Philadelphia is one. His toxic relationship with Dennis helped me externalize a bad relationship in my own life, and I really identify with Mac’s need to “protect” and love his friends even when he’s a total coward who hasn’t really sorted his own shit out yet, and even though he knows those friends wouldn’t necessarily do the same for him. I’m not sure that comes across so well in the sole IASIP fic that I’ve written, but I have drafts floating around for a longer fic I doubt I’ll ever get to that really address that aspect of his personality.

My current hyperfixation, JJBA also has me loving Mista, who is similarly, consciously or unconsciously, overly protective of loved ones to the point of self-destruction. That will absolutely shine through in the fics I’m writing for JJBA.

And my Good Omens fic “Upon Your Shoulders” may as well be titled “Beck Projects Intense Self-Loathing onto Aziraphale and Posts it Publicly.” So yeah. That’s really me not even trying to be subtle, to be honest. Aziraphale is just a character that I saw and instantly stanned.

I know I write primarily Gorillaz, but I don’t actually identify with any of them that closely? I just think they’re neat!

T-Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

Anything that uses trauma as the sole means to push two characters together is honestly just :/// like “Character A was sexually assaulted, and their trauma made Character B realize it was time to confess their feelings and now they’re happily together! :)” YUCK. Do not like.

I also generally avoid kidfics (with exceptions--lookin’ at you, Smooty!) because I don’t want kids nor do I want my OTPs to share their time/attention with anyone else, thank you! Unless I personally know and like the author, I skip over anything dealing with kids, adoption, pregnancy, etc.

Anything OC-related is also a no from me, dawg (with exceptions--lookin’ at you, Aaron!) because in case you couldn’t tell, I am there for the OTP I’m hyper-focused on, and don't need any distractions. My unpopular opinion is “why insert an OC when you can just self-project onto a character instead?”

Aside from that, give me all the “there was only one bed :O” or merfolk!AUs or time period!AUs you can--I’ll collect them all gladly.

Thank you so much for the ask, Liss!! This was fun AND you made me open my FF.net page to look at my old stuff. Thanks, I hate it!

#lifeguardinthesharktank #ask meme #seriously thank you for this it was a lot of fun #I have a lot of opinions evidently #ok shut up now beck

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@tcmbstoned said:

“I think you’re the most beautiful and fascinating man I have ever seen.” Matthew is studying him, head tilted, blue eyes focused. “I don’t ever want to stop looking at you.”

I N B O X F I L L E R :: M A T T H E W

He’d be happy for the rest of his life simply GAZING into Matthew’s eyes . He wasn’t SUPPOSED to fall for the artist - he wasn’t EVEN supposed to have liked him , but now he’s here ; he’s laying in his bed with Matt stretched out beside him . They’re LOST in each other && it doesn’t phase Beck in the least - not until Matt starts talking . The words are soft && they’re AFFECTIONATE . They fall from the younger as if they’re the easiest things in the world ‘ BEAUTIFUL , Beck can feel his cheeks warming - no doubt they’re flushing a soft pink . FASCINATING - his lips are pouting just a little as he averts his eyes ; scared that if he maintains eyecontact that Matthew will see something he shouldn’t.

Beck has never been shy. He’s a CONFIDENT guy - knows he looks good , he KNOWS that people want him . But when those words are said in that tone? Something changes . He feels small && insignificant - he can feel EVERY scar && mark on his body itch as if they’re moving of their own accord . ❝ oh shush ❞ he whispers , hand coming out to find Matt’s && trace his fingers distractedly over the back of it . ❝ I know I’m a mess ❞

The words break at the end . There’s a disconnect there - every time he looks in the MIRROR he sees the shapes that aren’t natural ; they don’t affect him until now - laid out naked && raw . Open for scrutiny - open for Matthew to change his mind && decide that he’s DISGUSTED by the scars that cover more of his body than not . The one on his face was fine - it made him look tough , but the ones on his body? The sheer NUMBER across his chest - the pink MESS down his right leg ? Those suddenly felt as if they burned .

He forces a soft smile onto his lips , closes his hand over Matt’s && squeezes it gently . More for HIMSELF than for his lover . ❝ It’s ugly - ❞ he murmurs , eyes closed . ❝ but it’s yours - if you want it .❞

#002 ⪦ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶦˢˢᵘᵉˢ ; ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ ⤷ // in character #003 ⪦ ˢᵃʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ; ᶦ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ⤷ // ask reply #071 ⪦ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ⤷ // matthew bronson || tcmbstoned #072 ⪦ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⤷ // matt&beck || tcmbstoned

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mowseries · 6 years

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Allies Obstruct

=INTRO B: COLLAPSING PEACE=

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{June 20th, 20XX}

[The Mighty Numbers had spent months abroad.]

“-Whines- Won’t this dumb car go any faaaaaasterrrrr?”

“Not in traffic, it won’t, and you know it.”

[But now, at last, they were home.]

“Hey, is someone gonna wake snipebro up, or—“

“Ah’ AM awake, ya bunch a’ yappers…”

“Temper, Eight! Don’t get snappy at your sister!”

[They’d gone out to tournaments time and time again, but the saying held true: “there’s no place like home.” It was always a relief to come back… and this time, more than usual.

After a near solid month of time in recovery dodging questions from the press, INTERPOL, MI6, VIN, and other agencies, everyone was ready to be back in their own beds and eating a home-cooked meal.]

“EEEYYYYY I CAN SEE OUR HOUSE FROM HERE!”

“No duh, planebrain! It’s one of the taller buildings in the city!”

[Unfortunately, being cooped up in airplane rides for the past few days and then cramped into a travel vehicle had left them a bit…

…restless.]

Avi: I mean I can see the front door now! :D -Freedommmmmmm—-

Pyro: Don’t open up the roof— No flying out of the car—

Avi: D^: But—but awwwww, come onnnn! It’s right over theeeerrrrrre— only a little hover awayyy…

Bat: We return home as a unit, Six, not in pieces!

Mic: Give Six break. -W- Happy to be home.

Avi: YEEAAAHHH it’s so good to be home—gosh I can’t WAIT to get back to my radio tower—

Cryo: I’m sure you have some ICE stories to tell the viewers, kyaha~

Shade: -Growls at the pun-

Avi: DON’T YOU KNOW IT—

Pyro: Inside voice, Avi.

Avi: —buuuuut it’s too bad I can’t explain what happened…. Did we, uh, ever decide on a story of what to say if they asked about Toby?

Dyna: -Haughty hairflick- Juszzzt szzay that I fried that naszzty biker to a core. Completely true, after all. They can aszzzume the reszzt. -Sparks briefly-

Shade: -Flinches at this- (Ugh, can ya not while we’re cramped in the car, Sis…)

[The smallest of the Mighty Numbers was distracted, pressing his face against the window. It was good to be home: to see the familiar sights, to be where he belonged…

…Well, at least when it came to his family. He wasn’t much of a fighter, so he always felt out of place. Especially considering Pyro had him benched for the time being…]

Beck: (I hope she’s okay…. There weren’t any more “accidents,” so she kept her promise, but…)

Brand: …Are you okay there, otouto?

Beck: ! O-oh, yeah, I, uh…

Beck: I-I was just thinking about Tobias. He… he was really out of it for a while, huh…

Avi: -Thumbs up- Don’t you worry about Toby, bro! He’s up and running now, and he’ll be right as rain! That’s what Doc C said, at any rate…

Pyro: … When did you talk to Mikhail? -Confused-

Avi: Oh, just the other day! He was asking about the watch, actually, but I didn’t exactly have the instructions…

Bat: Watch?

Mic: Birthday present. Missed birthday, Shade sent present. E|

Shade: Mnnrgh. …Glad it got through.

Cryo: -Poooookes at her little brother with her nozzle arm-

Shade: | [

[The sniper remained in a grumpy mood as they finally pulled into the parking lot of Sanda Enterprises.]

Avi: WOOOOOOOO WE’RE HOME

Cryo: LAST ONE IN’S A FROZEN PUDDLE

Shade: Will y’all shut it fer just two minutes—

Cryo: Oh, stop being such a wash-out, Shadey!

Shade: Ain’t in the mood fer puns—‘m gonna go sleep through Sunday, thank yew—

Pyro: -Grabs him by the shoulder before he vanishes, keeping a firm grip- Oh no you aren’t. You’re carrying in your luggage, same as everyone else.

Shade: -Grumpy data- -Grumbles about something under his breath-

Pyro: What was that? | /

Shade: …Ah’ said, all that work an’ this is the thanks Ah’ get…

Cryo: Quit being a drama llama, Shadebro! We’re home now! -Grabs at luggage, gimme-

Dyna: Ugh, I’m too fabulouszz for thiszz. -Grinning, obviously not 100% serious- Earthbro iszz more than capable of carrying in everybody’szz luggage, right~?

Mic: OWO

Shade: …What she said—

Pyro: Enough, you two. <_<

Shade: … -Nah Imma go nap an’ ya can’t stop me— -

Pyro: -Not if my grip has anything to say about it-

Cryo: -Flings herself at Pyro, eager to get in on the conflict- FIGHT ME—

Brand: Cryo—! Now’s not the time!

Shade: Fer Xel’s sake, just give it a rest—

Avi: EYYYYY good one—

[The sniper had reached the end of his patience.]

Shade: -DAMMIT Ah’ did NOT mean t’ pun—- Avi, Ah’ swear if there’s one more pun outta yew…

“You want a hand with that? BJ”

Shade: !

[The commotion stopped momentarily, with the sniper looking down in surprise.]

[Sure enough, there he was: the one and only songbird. He was grinning up at his taller friend, giving off unfiltered gleeful data.

And just like that—]

Shade: -nEVERMIND, NAP CAN WAIT— -

[Cardinal laughed and gave his friend a proper hug. He didn’t even care that he was letting someone that close to him, or that he was showing such a strong sign of friendship.]

[It had been a long two months since they had last seen one another, and it had felt like ages. The old prototype Robot Master had done a lot of waiting in his time, but very rarely had he ever felt the sense of separation so poignantly.

He’d made an effort to drown out his sorrows by keeping busy, and had much to tell them… but that could wait.

For now, he was happy just to see his best friend alive and well again.]

Beck: Cardinal! :DDD You’re here!

[He ran in for a hug, and Cardinal pulled him in. Each of the three of them seemed to be savoring the moment.]

Bat: What are you doing here, Private? It’s 0400 local!

Cardinal: -Gleeful pings as he messes with Shade, the latter using him as an armrest- I had to come in person, Major! I failed to be up in time to see you off—it took all my self-control not to meet up with you at the airport in New York, instead!

Brand: That would have raised more questions, yes. -.-; Might I suggest that we continue this inside?

Shade: If you say so, ya stick-in-the-mud. B]

Cardinal: B]

[He broke into chuckles at that, though, shoving Shade off before going over to pick up his bags.]

Pyro: -Oh, you were being serious—- There’s no need for that, Cardinal. You’re our guest. Shade can carry his own bags in. ¬_¬

Cardinal: Nah, it’s fine— watch this!

[Cardinal used SUPER ARM!]

[And just like that, he’d grabbed all of Shade’s luggage effortlessly. Bat gave a whistle of appreciation.]

Cryo: NICE, Looks like he LIFTS, bros—

Cardinal: -Laughs- It does come in handy! C’mon, let’s head inside.

[Once all the Mighties were inside, the luggage was put to the side and everyone headed for the kitchen. It may be 4AM local, but they were still suffering from jet lag: it was about lunchtime in London. Even though he was a bit worn out from the travels, Pyro set about to preparing a proper meal for the family.

There was the usual chaos around the kitchen as Cardinal also prepared some coffee for himself and Countershade. When the prototype sat down, however… he immediately became subject to questioning.]

Avi: So what have you been up to, Cards? Got any new songs for us?

Cardinal: Ha, I wish… -Something of an empty half-smirk as he slides a mug of coffee over to Shade- It’s all run together a bit for me, actually. It… hasn’t been easy, to be honest.

Brand: …? What do you mean?

[Shade sipped at his coffee silently as his friend explained himself.

Despite the distance and the time difference—not to mention the risk on Cardinal’s end—the songbird had kept in touch with him and buzzed in every so often. So he was in the know on most of it.]

Cardinal: Well…

Cardinal: When days don’t have any specific value of importance assigned to them, multiple days of memory that are much the same usually cause identical cross-reference creation redundancy, and it becomes difficult to differentiate one day from another. It all becomes a blur….

Brand: …That’s not the only reason, is it.

Cardinal: Heh.

[He gave something of a wry grin, leaning against the table. The data he gave off was subtly more tired than before… and just as tense.]

Cardinal: You noticed, huh? Not much gets by you.

Beck: Nii-san is really good at that!

Cardinal: -Long sip of coffee- Yeah… I’ll admit that we didn’t take it very well at all, first. And me most of all.

Avi: Aw, we missed you too, buddy!

Bat: You seem to have held up well, soldier. You’re being too hard on yourself, as usual!

Cardinal: -Shakes his head- I was upset. I stayed Offline for a while, and then, well…

Cardinal: Tried to busy myself in work. Had to… do something, just keep moving forward. -Looks off into the distance- Figured we should make progress with repairs… needed certain resources. We had to go out and raid a lot for them: it really was rather hard.

Pyro: That would explain that one series of alerts we got…

Cardinal: Yeah, they’d brought more firepower than I had bargained for. I made it out alright, but I wouldn’t want any of you to go to such places, that’s for sure. There wasn’t much to find as it was.

Beck: Sorry I wasn’t there to help…

[Cardinal grinned and patted Beck’s shoulder.]

Cardinal: Nah, we really just needed more of specific metals, and any source of certain energies we could find. I got my hands on more E-tanks—which is good, but there still aren’t very many. Siamini’s been trying, but we haven’t made that breakthrough just yet. He thinks he might be getting close, having run the search on the database for months now.

Cryo: Uuugh, don’t tell me it was all work and no play! -Pbbbtth-

Cardinal: Sorry there, Ice Queen, but without you guys around, we didn’t have many people to play with, to be honest. Snow was often off doing his own thing, but he’s the only one who really gets out and about.

Dyna: Well, we’ll fix that now that we’re baaack~

Mic: Why need special metals? ?W? Ones Mic and Felix mine not enough?

Cardinal: -Gives a relaxed sigh, running his fingers through his hair- …Well, we needed to get samples from stuff related to the Second Generation. The only place that has that is that one old lab that’s been completely trashed several times over. It was time for us to strip that place to the bone anyway, before— well, before what happened… would happen.

Cardinal: Only it DID happen.

Bat: You’re referring to the WMD that got pointed at you?

Cardinal: -Grim expression- Mmm… it was more than that. There was… someone a bit like Mic, and definitely someone like Avi… though we were shot at long-range from someone like you, Major. The compound was destroyed.

Pyro: -Places some bacon aside- But no one was injured, right?

Cardinal: Most everyone got out of there in time, but I had to draw them off. Needless to say, that place won’t be offering up any more resources, and that’s one mainframe down. Luckily we have the one in the Meadow—and here, since the two are synched.

Cardinal: Though—it would still be putting you in danger to use your mainframe for our own devices. -Looks up- We don’t want to subject you to that if it can be helped.

Shade: -Puts his coffee down- M’ sure Dad would be fahn lettin’ ya use the mainframe if y’all really needed to, Cards.

Beck: Yeah! We’ll all help! ouo

Cardinal: Heh…. Thanks, but… -Trails off- …

Cardinal: …Well, at least we got some important data and schematics.

Brand: … -Raises an eyebrow- Such as?

Cardinal: I know what you’re thinking, Brand, but we didn’t find anything related to Shadow in there. Sorry.

[The Xel ninja said nothing, but it wasn’t hard to see (by his VISIBLY mildly unamused expression) that he was slightly disappointed to hear this.]

Shade: -Quiet ping of sympathy to his older brother- Ya woulda thought that somethin’ like that’d be in there.

Cardinal: You'd think a lot of things would be in there, but I’m pretty sure that Wily must have kept stuff like that written down on notepads, not stored in the RMD.

Beck: Why?

Cardinal: He lost things that were really important to him due to serious problems with the database once, you know—and he always was really, REALLY old school.

Cardinal: -Leans back in his chair a bit- Maybe it WAS in there once, but—y’know, it’s been a long time since the end of the Gamma incident. (Like, what… nine months or so?) He’s had time to delete that stuff, and he was really adamant about making sure Shadow was… quote-unquote taken care of, if you catch my drift.

[Brand clenched the knife he was holding a bit harder at this.]

Avi: -Aaaaaand distraction time—- So… what WERE you able to get?

Cardinal: Good question, Avs; we haven’t reviewed it in full as of yet. I think it was retrieval of the blueprints for the Second Generation, at least. I know that I went out and managed to get my hands on 020’s data.

Shade: -Nice-

Pyro: -Hopeful data- That’s the boxer, correct?

Cardinal: Yup.

Bat: Ha! Good work, soldier! No man left behind!

Beck: That must have been awfully scary, though! ono

Cardinal: -Grins- Well, it wasn’t easy! And yeah, it was a pretty big risk. But hopefully it’ll be worth it, in the long run.

[His smile fades.]

Cardinal: Tobias, though…

[The murmur of conversation died down at that. Avi fidgeted.]

Avi: Mikhail said he was okay, right…?

Cardinal: He’s… he’s alright.

[The Robot Master in question had been Offline for quite some time following the scene in the sands. And what a scene it had been…]

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

SKLLLKTTKRRRSHHHLLLRRRKKT—

[Oil and cooling fluids spattered all over Bladeblaster’s hands and weapon, as if they were blood….]

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Cardinal: We never did explain what happened, did we…

[He presses a hand to his face and yawns.]

Cardinal: Well, maybe Mikhail can explain it tomorrow or something.

Beck: What is there to explain? :c He’s… he’s okay, right?

Cardinal: Yeah. He was asleep for a while, but that’s pretty common for any Robot Master after they get sent Offline in a traumatic fashion. Especially if they blame themselves. That data is really difficult to process, you know.

Dyna: -Awww, Tobyyyy…-

Beck: Sorry we couldn’t help out. D:

Cardinal: You guys had your own worries. We pulled through alright.

Cardinal: Besides, you’ve done a lot of good work with those molds you made for us! The new coolant systems make all the difference in the heat of battle.

Shade: -Snorts into his coffee despite himself-

Avi: EEEEYYY nice one :^D

[Cardinal gave a brief soft laugh.]

Cardinal: It’s good to be like… like this again.

Cryo: SOOOOooooo… now that you're home… what do you want to do next?

Brand: Something that doesn't end up in the headlines. -~-;;

Cardinal: -Laughs at this-

Shade: -Devilish grin, worth it-

Pyro: Are you kidding, Seven? I swear those two could go out for groceries and end up in trouble.

[The two in question snicker at this.]

Brand: -Mildly annoyed glare at Cardinal-

Cardinal: -Amused- You really need to chill out, Sev.

Cardinal: You should try meditation, I hear it works wonders~

Shade: -Almost chokes on his coffee at this-

[Brand narrowed his eyes coldly at his younger brother as the cowboy coughed briefly, grinning as he sat shaking in silent laughter.]

Shade: -Error X04: srs not found, BWAHAHA-

Cardinal: -Just gives a cheeky grin- ~~~

Bat: We could deploy him to Kalos. Maybe some training there will get him to clean up his act!

Shade: -Aw, not you too, bro— Ah’ trusted ya…-

Cardinal: -Laughs a little- Actually, that's not that bad of an idea, Major. I taught Baron some new tricks by utilizing the moves he has in expressive ways.

Pyro: >_>;

Cardinal: Don’t suppose you can come with?

Shade: -Pings and sighs, nostalgic about their previous adventures- Ah’d love to, but—

Pyro: -Brings pancakes over to the table- We have a match tomorrow morning. We have to rest, I’m afraid.

Cardinal: Aw, come onnn…. Not even for half an hour?

Brand: Cardinal, the last time you and Shade went there, you got chased by a swarm of BEES. -____-;;

Shade: -Pokes at the songbird sharply- Ah' still blame yew—

Cardinal: That was BARON'S idea, not mine!

Pyro: Alright, alright! Settle down!

Shade: -Fine, fine…-

[Everyone started chowing down as Pyro divvied out the food.]

Cardinal: I’m just glad you guys are back. We really missed you.

Shade: S’ good to be back. B]

Avi: By the way, did our gifts ever reach you guys—

Cardinal: -Cutting designs into his pancakes- Yeah, and Mikhail was very happy you all got him the watch. Just one thing, though…

Shade: Hmm?

Cardinal: …You didn't include any instructions, so you're going to have to show him how it works.

Shade: Ah, right—there are several functions, heh…

Mic: -Going through an entire stack of pancakes all to himself- How is Felix?

Cardinal: -Smile fades- …Sick.

Brand: … -Concerned- Sick?

Cardinal: Yeah.

Beck: What happened? D:

Cardinal: As he would put it, “It’s A Long Story”…. Something to do with visions and high energy things. That's what Piers said, anyway.

Dyna: Who iszzz that, again?

Cardinal: Mmm. That would be the captain from Lemuria; he’s Felix’s best friend. He came over to help monitor Felix after he fell ill. Echo probably asked him to do so.

Bat: Any idea as to what caused it? That man is as sturdy as they get. Haven’t ever heard of him being under the weather since we’ve known him.

[Cardinal lowered his utensils for a moment, frowning.]

Cardinal: He was doing research into what might have happened with those stupid crosses, from what I understand. B/

Pyro: Mmmnnngh…

Mic: :c Mic not get it. Felix not a ‘bot?

Cardinal: He was researching something similar from his world. Pretty dangerous material, from what I understand. He was either careless or else underestimated the potency he could reach by refining the material…

Beck: But he’ll be okay, right? D:

Cardinal: …

Cardinal: -Slowly- He’s bounced back from worse before. He’ll be fine.

Beck: -Whew…-

Cardinal: Enough about us, though. What about you guys? We barely got to see any of the matches—

Avi: NOT TO WORRY, we recorded everything in HD! :^D

Cardinal: Fair enough, but. Tell me about England. -Pours syrup onto more pancakes, only to find Beck had taken most of the syrup already- Tell me about what it was like for you guys.

Shade: Hmm…

Shade: It was… rainy.

Cardinal: -Snrk-

Cryo: -Flails- We’ve been there before, you know! Came back champs, natch. Those guys couldn’t hold a candle or a hose to the team SUPREME!

Brandish: The teams were very good. They were simply outmatched, that is all. I’m sure Speedy would have enjoyed seeing some of them… were you really unable to watch any of the matches?

Cardinal: We picked up a few radio broadcasts, but the only one we got to see was the last one. And we all know how THAT went…

Shade: Tsk… real shame. ‘least Avi got the content t’ show after the fact…

Cardinal: Oh, dude, I’d love to marathon watch the whooooole thing. B]

Bat: For your analysis program?

Cardinal: -Smirks- Maaaybe.

Pyro: Heh.

Dyna: -Points and cackles- Don’t think you can pull a faszzzt one on uszz, Card-i-nalll~! Analyszzisz didn’t help them much, after all~

Cardinal: -Amused- Fair enough point.

[Shade twitched an amused smile, before privately pinging his friend.]

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: You’ve got more to say, don’t you?

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: >Let’s just say that you haven’t seen what I can really do when I’m serious.

[His grin faded after a moment, and he gave off tired data again.]

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > …Though… I hope you never have to…

[Shade used what was left of his right arm to swish his cloak a little, brushing it against the short prototype. This served to distract him out of the grim cross-references of recent battles—not matches, but true clashes of machines of war.]

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: S’ok. Things will be fine now.

Cardinal: -Blinks a little bit, coming out of his private thoughts to Avi’s ongoing description of the lunch with the Queen- …

Cardinal: … -Decides to zone back out, focusing on his breakfast-

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > What about you, Shade? Did… did we make things rather hard for you?

Shade: …

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: …The whole thing was a mess. S’ not y’all’s fault. Got hammered pretty hard with demands from just about every agency you can think of, all wantin’ answers for what Bladeblaster was up to…

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > …And how Tobias got past security?

Shade: | / -Sighs and nods-

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > Geez, that sounds rough. What were they expecting, that just because you guys were both assassins that you knew what he was up to?

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Mnn. Somethin’ like that, I guess. More like they expected me specifically t’ have been keepin’ an eye on him… since he was a competitive threat and not publicly on good terms…

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > …

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Ah’ know, right?

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > Man… if they were that hard on you, I can only imagine what they put Jack through…

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Nah, don’t worry ‘bout him. Kate’s got his case.

[Cardinal smiled softly at that.

“Kate”—also known as Shade’s distaff counterpart—had developed a fast friendship with the unfortunate CherryDyn fighter. It came as little surprise that she had managed to find a backdoor to the system that allowed her to protect the still-recovering victim.]

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: >How’d she manage to pull that off?

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Heh heh… God only knows; haven’t had a chance t’ compare notes yet. She was real careful about not being seen communicating with us much. She kept a tight patrol ‘round the hospital when she wasn’t actin’ as his case handler. She even wrote a report to submit to the CAL: managed to take off with some of my blank documents while I was nappin’ r’ somethang, y’know.

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: >Well, as long as she’s looking out for him. I’ve got a bad feeling about what could happen to him now…. He surely knows too much, and as for his boss…

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Rumor has it that he’s dead.

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > …

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > What?

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Kate thinks it’s a cover story. Kinda inclined t’ believe her.

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > …

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > -MnnnNNNnng-

Cardinal: -Pokes at his pancakes, deciding to change to subject-

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > How… how bad was it, with them asking about Tobias?

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Eh. That was the easy part. Just said that he wasn’t a Xelbot I’d ever seen in the ring before, must be some fan a’ Dyna’s. B]

[Cardinal grins at that, biting down onto his fork.]

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > Nice. Technical, misleading truths are my absolute favorite.

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Heh. Figured you’d get a kick outta that. Thankfully, they really didn’t press the point, ‘cause they were havin’ trouble finding him in any of the databases to begin with… making it even less likely that a star family like us would know him.

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: >Yeah… thanks for putting him as an Industrial. He really isn’t developed for Combat.

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Maybe not, but—

Shade: -Whistle of appreciation-

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: After seein’ him in action, can’t say he wouldn’t fit in.

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > You could say he—

[MNN-008 to DLN-000] //: Aw c’mon, don’t—

<DLN-000 to MNN-008>: > —punched BB’s lights out—

Shade: -Snickers and thwacks Cardinal with his cape-

Cardinal: -CHEEKIEST GRIN-

Pyro: What’s going on down there?

Cardinal: Oh, nothing~

Shade: Just enjoyin’ a jest, heh heh…

[The two share a laugh, and Pyro lets the matter drop. It was good to see Shade back in a good mood again, and neither were out causing trouble, after all—at least, not yet.]

Pyro: (I don’t doubt that they’ll find plenty of mischief to do as time goes on.) -Shakes his head slightly- (Truly as “thick as thieves”, those two….)

[Cardinal, for his part, seemed to slip back into a weary melancholy. He’d stopped just short of finishing off his pancakes.]

Shade: …? Oi—you full, or…?

Cardinal: Hmm?

[He looked up, coming out of his thoughts. His eyes glowed slightly brighter for a moment before they dulled again: though it was hard to tell behind his sunglasses.]

Cardinal: Oh, I…

Cardinal: -Looks down at his plate- …I guess it’s more that I don’t want to leave.

Cryo: What’s THAT got to do with breakfast?

Cardinal: Well… you guys said you have a match tomorrow, and you’ll have to sleep most of the day to truly rest while readjusting your internal clocks to fix jet lag…

Cardinal: -Clearly reluctant- I really should get out of your way.

Brand: Nonsense.

Beck: We do have to rest up, but! Maybe Dad will let us have a sleepover!

Cardinal: -Looks up hopefully- You think so?

Bat: Affirmative, provided you don’t cause any trouble.

Cardinal: -Gives a slight smile at that- I’ve just returned from active combat, sir. Led my men in battle and brought us all home alive. I have enough thrills from the enemies at my heels; right now I just want some peace and quiet before they carry out the brunt of the storm.

Shade: … (Haven’t seen him like this in a long time. Gotta be something I can do t’ help keep him outta that sea of hopelessness…)

Shade: -Gets a sudden idea- !

Shade: -Slowly grins- Gee. That’s too bad.

Cardinal: -Looks up- I’m sorry, Shade. I’m just really tired right now. You know how that is.

Shade: Yeah.

Shade: Was just thinkin’ maybe…

Shade: Maybe after spendin’ the night, y’ could come to watch the match tomorrow?

Cardinal: !

[The others immediately chimed in.]

Mic: -Deep PING of approval- ^W^ As Digger say, “yes good!”

Bat: Solid idea!

Beck: Yeah! That would be great!

Avi: Now why didn’t I think of that?

Dyna: Yee, you’ll get to szzee a FABULOUS diszzplay!

Brand: You really ARE overdue to see a match in person…

Cryo: Hell yeah, [glitches]! Watch us totally DOMINATE those losers!

Pyro: We’d love to have you come. Why don’t you go ask?

Cardinal: -Warm smile- …Thanks, guys. You’re the best.

[Beck beamed as the prototype wandered off to go find the Doctors. Best friends, reunited! What a wonderful thing!]

Beck: -Hums a little, licking syrup off his plate while Pyro isn’t looking- (I can’t slip away tonight, but maybe tomorrow I can go see her, too…. I should see if I can get extra Xel ready for her. Maybe I could say it’s stuff for the molds…)

Beck: (I really hope she's been doing well since I left—I know! I'll make a nice gift for her too, maybe add some chocolate—a gift basket! That'll cheer her up. And maybe…)

Beck: (Maybe after the match, I can finally talk to her about some important things…)

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NAME: Nicolette “Nic” Bordeaux AGE: 28/188 SPECIES: Vampire OCCUPATION: Owner of Hell Above YEAR OF ARRIVAL: 1863 RESIDENT FOR… fifty years. FACECLAIM: Crystal Reed

t i m e i s a n i l l u s i o n, b u t n o t o u r s t o r i e s…

Trigger warning(s): child abuse, domestic violence, mention of attempted rape, child abduction, attempted suicide, violence, murder.

Following three days of fighting, protests and demonstrations, a period in French history that would forever be known as the French Revolution of 1830, Charles X abdicated the monarchy and the upper bourgeoisie successfully managed to place Louis-Philippe I as his successor. The fact the upper middle class was able to secure both a political and social ascendancy saw the birth of the July Monarchy, and although they had been displeased with their new king, save from a few reforms, the people continued to grow discontented with the monarchy. While the liberals and revolutionaries revolted, an innocent baby girl was born into the political atrocity of France but instead of the welcoming arms and loving smile of her mother, the first sight Nicolette Eliana Bordeaux witnessed was the weeping of her father. It wasn’t long until his tears eventually turned into angry fists and hatred shining in dark eyes. This was the only form of her father Nicolette knew, the only element of him she could recall. From the instant she was old enough to figure it out, Nicolette knew her father despised her, just as she knew her mother had died giving birth to her. With Nicolette’s elder sister Adeline being already 6 when she was born, the eldest of the Bordeaux daughters were old enough to begin detesting her little sister due to their father’s belief that it was indeed Nicolette’s fault his wife was dead.

Andre Bordeaux was a renowned alchemist and estate owner; an inherently wealthy nobleman among the aristocracy of France, and with no sons, Adeline became the heiress of her father’s fortune. Nicolette and Adeline grew up during the Victorian Era; the Bordeaux’s an upper-class family, living in Marseille among the poor. With their wealth came a life of luxury; living in a house so large it would be impossible not to find yourself lost among its array of rooms, numerous maids, and servants at their every becking call. Adeline was showered with gifts from her father, always adorning the finest pearls and wearing the most elegant dresses. Their father’s suits were tailored, equally as expensive as his eldest daughter’s dresses. Despite leading an obscenely lavish and excessive lifestyle, Nicolette was a lonely child, starved of love from her father or even companionship from her sister. She was never bought gifts or dresses, instead, Adeline’s cast-offs were always sufficed enough. If it wasn’t for the fact she had to be seen to blend in with the other upper-class girls, Nicolette was certain such a garment would never have been on her back in the first place. As a result of her father and sister’s hatred toward her, she spent her days alone; roaming around the vast house, occupying her childish mind with simple games of hide and seek, except she knew no one would ever seek her. Nicolette was an outcast in her own family and often wished she had died in place of her mother.

Nicolette was 8 when her father purchased a beautiful chestnut brown Clydesdale. Immediately, the young girl fell in love with the creature and with her father out for the majority of the days, she kept herself busy by attending to the horse and caring for it. There was a fragment of the girl’s mind that told her she had to keep her involvement with her father’s horse a secret, otherwise, he would become angry with her. The affection she showed the horse was often the only solace the girl sought; it became the driving force behind her temporary happiness. Her sneaking outside to tend to the creature lasted an entirety of three years, however, the solace did not. In a tragic turn of events, Nicolette’s beloved horse had broken one of its hind legs. The day she discovered this was also the day her sister happened upon her attempting to aid the horse. Of course, the girl pleaded with her sister not to tell their father although the biggest fraction of her brain told her it was futile; her sister hated her as much as their father did and wouldn’t spare her his abuse at learning this fact. Indeed, her father was informed of this and late that night, he stormed into Nicolette’s room, dragged the girl from her bed barefoot and out to the stable where he scolded his daughter. As her eyes stung with tears, the welt of her father’s belt already taking formation upon her delicate skin, the young girl cried not for her father’s abuse, something she’d know all her life, but for the horse. At the tender age of eleven, perhaps in an opportune moment to punish his youngest daughter for taking his wife from him, Andre Bordeaux had Nicolette kill her precious horse; an event which remains to haunt her and will do for the rest of eternity. That night, she lay among the haystacks in the stable next to the Clydesdale and wept enough tears she thought she might never shed a single one ever again.

For the next three years, the Bordeaux family grew more and more sinister toward each other and on Nicolette’s fourteenth birthday, Adeline, at the age of 20, informed her little sister and their father she was to be married to a noble banker and leave their ornate mansion promptly after her nuptials. Despite the abuse and torment Nicolette had faced from her sister, there remained a shred of decency, a glimmer of hope inside the teenager’s heart. She had spent her entire life aiming to please both her father and her sister. She could play various instruments, speak several languages fluently, recite every Victor Hugo poem word for word. Yet, still, she went unnoticed and neglected by her family. Even after all of that, even after the trauma of her beloved horse killed by her own hands, Nicolette clung to the faith that one day, maybe her own sister’s heart would soften for her. It was a childish and hopeless thought to waste her energy considering that in a time of happiness and love such as marriage, the same sentiments would be expressed toward her. The girl’s excitement at the prospect of her elder sister getting married, and possibly allowed attendance of it, was ripped to shreds when the eldest Bordeaux forbid her sister from attending the wedding or even setting foot near the ceremony. While the entire village, their father, noblemen and noblewomen attended Adeline’s wedding, Nicolette sat alone at home. It was that very day a deep-rooted hatred and resentment for her sister and father bubbled up deep inside her following years upon years of unfair treatment.

As she stated, Adeline left her enormous childhood home the instant her vows had been exchanged, leaving Nicolette and their father alone for the first time since the young brunette had been born into the world. With his beloved eldest daughter married and living elsewhere, Andre seemed to take this out on Nicolette; his abuse and taunting worse than before. It took a few months but the instant the young woman found the strength within herself to attempt retaliation against the cruelty of her father, was the moment Nicolette transformed from a desperate and vulnerable girl unloved by her father into a headstrong and defiant woman who displayed as little respect for her father as possible. Of course, her disrespect and defiance were always rewarded with further outrage and violence but this did little to ebb her resistance. Desirous to rid himself of his youngest daughter for once and for all, Andre Bordeaux attempted encouraging Nicolette to find herself a potential suitor. Naturally, she declined his suggestions each and every time they arose. And naturally, each and every time she declined, her father’s contempt for her grew and grew. This brief exchange of words between the pair stretched years, every time ending with her father’s hand wrapped around her neck in an endeavor to frighten her into agreeing, but Nicolette swore to herself the night of her sister’s wedding she would never allow her father to intimidate her into doing his bidding. Instead, the brunette would parade around the town, clothed in the most expensive and beautiful gowns courtesy of her father as a prompt to change her mind about marrying. It was when her father ventured to provide her with the wealth and decadence he once refused to yet gave mindlessly to her sister, that Nicolette would consider how fickle a man would become in the face of desperation; how numb he would become regards trying to persuade a woman to bend to his will. It was this realization alone that led the young woman into her life of promiscuity; running around the village with various men of various ranks, spending her time in the taverns after dark. It wasn’t long until word of her behavior spread across the village like wildfire, tracing its way back to her father who became further infuriated at his daughter for tarnishing his name and dishonoring his reputation.

At the age of 26, three years following the preferred age of marriage among young women at the time, Nicolette was now a more cold and callous woman who consistently rebelled against her father’s wishes of her to marry and leave his life for once and for all. Refusing to do so in order to spite her father, Nicolette continued to engage in shunned upon relationships with men of a low social status across the village in which she lived. However, this rebellious lifestyle resulted in her own ultimate downfall when her father announced if she was to keep refusing his propositions, he would have her married off to an appropriate man he had found himself. Entirely against his proposal yet with no choice, the brunette found herself accompanying her father one day on a business venture where she was to come face to face with the man her father would later sell her to. The little she knew about alchemy was that it was an ancient practice shrouded in mystery and secrecy; its practitioners mainly sought to turn lead into gold. The little she knew about her father’s business that day was his working alongside fellow aristocrats and kings men in order to obtain this so far unattainable goal. That day she had learned her father desired to marry her off to a man of high esteem, a man who was willing to marry her despite her impurity, a man who would pay dearly for her; after all, her reputation around the village cost her father and his business a great deal. It was also this day the woman discovered the blacksmith in which her father hired to aid in the turning of lead to gold was a man she found herself intrigued by.

After their initial encounter, it became evident the blacksmith reciprocated Nicolette’s interest. Soon, the upper-class lady began paying the lower-class man innocent visits and although he’d warned her against doing so, claiming it was a risk for them to be seen together so regularly, she decided remaining away would be fruitless considering she’d already earned herself a reputation prior to her entanglement with the local blacksmith. In the midst of this, she was married off to Wyatt Rousseau despite still carrying a torch for the blacksmith, Pierre Mercier. It came as no surprise to Nicolette that her newfound husband treated her as badly as her father had; reminding her daily she was nothing more than a simple harlot and that he’d only agreed to marry her so that he might one day inherit her father’s riches. Similar to her rebellion against her own father, Nicolette revolted against her husband which always resulted in the most recent welts and bruises that decorated her skin. Rousseau treated his wife as if she were nothing more than a slave for him to whip and mistreat, when, in fact, she was actually an upper-class noblewoman born into prosperity and entitled to respect from any and every man she came into contact with. However, the fundamental fact remained, her disgraced reputation among the wealthy men of France and the lack of respect showed to her by her very own father, aided in the abuse and violation she endured from other men. Yet, the fire within the brunette burned brighter with each smack across her face and every grip on her neck by the hands of her husband. She refused to bow to him, to lay with him, to respect him. She refused to be threatened or owned by any man ever again.

In the middle of her turbulent marriage, Nicolette continued passing by the blacksmith, continued visiting Pierre in the open; refusing to care whether or not her husband would discover her pastime. Each time she’d visit, Pierre would tell her to cease doing so for fear of angering her husband and when she’d state she wasn’t afraid of him, he would tell her she should be and that any harm caused to her would be caused to him also due to the affection he felt toward her. The blacksmith’s divulgence of the nature of his feelings toward her only served to spur Nicolette on which, in turn, further fueled her husband’s anger. Upon Rousseau’s discovery of his wife paying regular visits to the blacksmith, he confronted Nicolette, enraged beyond belief by her supposed deceit and disrespect. Naturally, she assumed his revelation of such a thing, although it was never kept secret in the first place, would end in his fist meeting her face as always. What she didn’t expect, what she didn’t prepare herself for was the sudden horrid attempt her husband made to rape her. How he grabbed her, manhandled her, screamed at her about her dalliances with a blacksmith yet her refusal to lie with her own husband. In a blind panic, she lifted the closest object to hand and with all of her strength, took a swing at her husband’s head; knocking the man to the floor beneath her feet. The next thing Nicolette could recall was running as fast as she could until she wound up seeking refuge in the local tavern; a place she was well acquainted with by now, a place where people were well acquainted with her by now also.

That night, she found herself being carried out of the tavern by the blacksmith; her body numb from both shock and alcohol consumption. That night she refused to go home, cried in the arms of the man she wished she’d been married to instead. That night, she exposed herself and what had led her to her current state to the one man she truly loved. That night she told that same man she could no longer see him because the price to pay had become too severe. That night, she slept in a barn; almost a homage to the last night in her life she’d spent crying herself to sleep in a barn. The following morning, Nicolette done as she always did, picked herself back up, put on her armor and faced the world with the bravest face she could paint on. She had no choice but to return to her home and although deep inside she was petrified of what she would face, she forced her feet to carry her through the village and back to the house she fled the previous night. To her astonishment, her husband awaited her arrival in the foyer and where he hadn’t brought the authorities to her given her attack on him, he hadn’t apologized for his tried attack on her either. Instead, he simply declared if the notion of him laying a hand on her disgusted her to such an extent, he wouldn’t; alternatively, he would seek his pleasures elsewhere as she relentlessly strived to with any man who wasn’t him. This was a prayer answered for the brunette. And so this setup continued for weeks on end, her father unmissably absent from her life and her husband gone for days on end, assumably with various women who would provide him with what Nicolette refused to; neglecting her as her father once had. It was during this time she paid Pierre a visit for the first since the night she exposed her emotions to him. That evening she had merely intended to express her gratitude toward the man for his aid in her drunken state, however, not according to plan, the two wound up spending a night of passion and sincerity together. The next morning, Nicolette woke alone in the barn she’d woke also alone a few weeks before, and she went home to her violent, loveless husband, deciding to cherish the last memory of the blacksmith she’d ever have.

The following months appeared to go by as usual for Nicolette, her father absent from her life altogether and her husband always gone, yet something remained unseen by her until it became too obvious not to recognize. She was pregnant and she knew her husband would be as aware as her, this baby was not his. As she anticipated, Rousseau was enraged by this and immediately informed Nicolette’s father of the bastard child his wife had conceived. What Nicolette had failed to anticipate was how her husband and father would implore to discover the identity of the man responsible. Similar to her shame of sleeping with men out of wedlock, the investigation became a public affair until the day the blacksmith was found guilty of the crime. Some element of the female decided that even if he hadn’t been the perpetrator they deemed him to be, somehow, they would have reached the same conclusion due to constant reports of the two together in public. Try as she did to spare his life, every endeavor was futile for her father and husband refused to listen as they decided upon the punishment they saw fit until they settled on the invention of rape. The ruling itself was impossibly offensive to Nicolette who snarled at her husband, a man that had no so long ago attempted to carry out the crime he had fabricated about Pierre. The more the brunette verbally abused them, the more her father and husband relished in the fact they were able to take her precious blacksmith from her. With their attention focused elsewhere, Nicolette seized her opportunity to sneak into the prison cells where she begged with Pierre to forgive her for seeking him out against his warnings, she confessed her love for him and for their unborn child. It came as no surprise to her he forgave her; comforting her in her anguish as he assured her his love for her was as infinite as it was for their child. There she sat until sunrise, wishing the day away so the inevitable would never come, but it did. As soon as the clock struck midday, the love of her life was yanked from his confines, an impossible weight chained to his wrists where he was then flung into the water; left to drown, branded a lower-class citizen who took advantage of an upper-class woman. And when the deed was done, her husband prohibited her time to mourn his death, whisking her away and locking her in the confines of her home so she may not leave without permission or his company. Where Nicolette once would have bit back, she had no fight left in her; the bright fire inside her was now just a smoldering flame. She’d lost it all. That night was the third night Nicolette cried herself to sleep, mourning the loss of a man she loved. She had no choice but to have the baby, which was the only consolation to her; to bear the child of the man she loved and to have that love encapsulated within the life their love would bring into the world.

The next few months of her pregnancy carried on as expected until late one night, she broke out in a high fever, writhing and crying out in pain, bedridden for what felt like hours until her baby entered the world with a loud cry; the sound rang sharply like music to the woman’s ears. Automatically, she’d begged to see her baby, to hold him in her arms, gaze into his eyes and see those of her lovers staring back. However, the instant her son was brought into the world, he was taken from her and her husband carried him off into the night. Nicolette tried with all her might to resist and fight, but she was restrained to the bed she lay in, left in the dark both physically and mentally with no knowledge of where her baby was being brought. The night that was supposed to be one of the happiest she’d ever experienced, was the night her heart broke all over again. She’d lost the man she loved and now, she’d lost their baby. Days passed and Nicolette remained shackled to the bed frame, wearing the same gown she’d wore when she’d gave birth; only visited by the servants and maids to wash and feed her. She’d requested to be let out of her chains in order to change but was always denied to do so by the order of her husband. Eventually, her request was granted and upon her release from her restraints, Nicolette fought her way out of her home and she ran, barefoot, for as long as she could until her feet bled and she knew she’d long outrun the village she’d been born and raised in. Now alone and broken down as much as she thought humanly possible, Nicolette resorted to the only solution she thought viable at the time. That night, the agony of her entire 28 years of life overwhelmed the woman to the point she found the courage to plunge a knife into her own chest in an attempt to end her suffering.

She believed she had died until she woke, a searing pain in her head, the vibrancy of daylight causing her to squint. With no recollection of actually ingesting the blood smeared across her cool cheek, Nicolette struggled to gain control of her senses, of her emotions and of her memories. It was then she realized she had attempted to kill herself only the night before and as she lay there, drawing in her last breaths, she had a vague picture of a cloaked figure hovering over her limp body before she succumbed to what felt like an endless sleep. After crawling her way out of the earth and dirt covering every inch of her weak body, Nicolette waited for sundown where she then stumbled across the village; her weak legs carrying her directly to the root cause of her pain. Upon arriving at her childhood home, her father confronted her about her running away from her husband. With all of her senses heightened tenfold and an impossible thirst, it wasn’t long before Nicolette saw red; her father’s constant ridicule of her from the second she was born boiling up deep inside her. With an overwhelming power and a remarkable lust for blood, Nicolette lunged at her father and before she could stop, blood decorated every inch of her and she dumped her father’s lifeless body on the floor of her childhood home. Despite her hatred for her father, her actions shook her to her very core and in a heated panic, she fled the house she grew up in, now a fully fledged vampire. Nicolette was no stranger to running in the dark of night, only this time her heart swole with wrath, with confusion, with grief.

With no idea how she was still alive and with no clue as to what she was, Nicolette wandered the streets late at night, searching for the answer she never got. She was a disoriented and chaotic woman on the run, hiding from the daylight and feeding in the dead of night. She supposed her father’s body had been found, that her sister had inherited their family wealth, that her husband had little regard for her whereabouts. She thought to herself what a tragedy it was to be running with no destination; her lover murdered before her very eyes, their child’s location and mortality unknown. All that she loved was gone, her life had been shattered beyond possibility, and all she had in life was an unquenchable thirst and immortality. For the longest time, she was in the dark and afraid of who she had become until she finally realized she was a creature of the night; a vampire. As she led a life lurking in the shadows, fury, and pain simmering beneath the surface, she realized it had only been her humanity keeping her from exacting her revenge. Now that she was no longer human, she decided it was time to let her ferocity take control. It was from that moment onward that a switch flipped inside Nicolette and she metamorphized into a callous, cold-hearted bitch. She felt as though she had been reborn. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, she adopted a hardened heart and set out to destroy those who destroyed her. Starting with her husband. And this was only the beginning of the damage Nicolette brought to her hometown.

Following years of wrecking havoc and bloodshed in small villages, Nicolette decided her visitation to her elder sister was long overdue and as she expected, Adeline had indeed inherited their father’s estate. After fifty-five years of her sister’s marriage and departure of her life, Nicolette came face to face with a graying, frail woman lying on her deathbed. Stunned and confused by her younger sister’s ageless face, Adeline couldn’t believe her eyes. Leaning into her elder sister’s ear, Nicolette informed her dear sister how she had killed their father and if she hadn’t been dying, she would finish the job herself. Leaving her sister utterly shell-shocked and distraught, Nicolette strode off into the night feeling powerful and weightless for once in her life; continuing to seek out those who had wronged her, taking their life with her bare hands. When she was finished and her hands dripped with the ichor of those she’d murdered, she realized her vengeance had gotten her nowhere. She was still an immortal monster, Pierre was still dead, and her baby was still out there somewhere without his mother. It was upon this realization reality kicked in for the vampire and she recognized herself as the one being she had grown to loathe the most. She had spent years of her life trying to gain the love she deserved from her father, from her sister, from everyone in the village, and maybe even from herself, only to wind up hating the person she had become. It was this fact that was difficult to overcome but Nicolette had the rest of forever to try.

In an attempt to better her endless life, Nicolette bought a daylight ring and quickly adjusted to her heightened senses, learning to control her bloodlust until she was able to do the one thing she hadn’t in the midst of her vendetta; visit Pierre’s grave. As she stood at the foot of the settled soil, starting at the makeshift cross plunged into the earth, for the first time in the longest time, the brunette felt a sense of ease wash over her; she felt at peace. She had ended the lives of those who had hurt her and though she may never find her son, though she may never find another man to love, though she may never find happiness, this was her now. She considered burning her childhood home to the ground but in the end, she refused to give any more of her energy to her family for they never gave theirs to her, perhaps if they had her story would have ended entirely different. Instead, Nicolette left the village in which she grew up and never looked back. Throughout the centuries she endured, the vampire built herself back up again as she always had. During her travels across the world, every person she encountered, each city she refused to stay in for too long, she kept the memory of her son and of the man she loved in her heart; hoping they were at peace even if she may never be. Although she continued to bear the scars and welts of whippings and beatings she suffered from her past, she refused to write herself off. Nicolette allowed herself to admire people, history, art but never to fall in love because, despite her callous demeanor and stone cold heart, she wasn’t sure if she could handle the injury of another heartbreak.

Years had passed until the inevitable finally occurred and Nicolette’s past eventually caught up with her. Finding herself face to face with a man who informed her he was there to finally kill the monster who murdered his family, the fearless, feisty vampire refused to back down and let him witness her fear. However, her tenacious behavior almost cost her her life for once and for all, never again to return, when the hunter held a diamond blade against her chest, prepared to carve her heart from the cage of her ribs. Squeezing her eyes shut, ready to submit to him, Nicolette waited for her impending doom until it never came. Slowly, her eyes opened and to her surprise, she was no longer cornered with a blade pressed against her chest. Instead, her surroundings had entirely changed and she knew she was no longer stood in the same place she had been mere seconds beforehand. Disorientated and alone, Nicolette soon recognized her new surroundings as New York City, a place in which she knew of but had never stepped foot on. Evading final death, her initial puzzling question was “how in the hell did I get here?” It took a month or two for the ageless creature to adapt to her new surroundings and get her bearings, but eventually, Nicolette became well acquainted with her environment and never wished to go back to where she came from. Where she was now is exactly where she wanted to be. And maybe this is exactly what she needed to fully emerge from the ashes of her haunting past.

t e l l m e, a r e w e a p r o d u c t o f w h o w e u s e d t o b e?

The semblance of Nicolette Bordeaux can only be accurately encapsulated by ribbed turtlenecks and skin-tight jeans with red-bottomed heels; fingertips smudged black from ink bleeding off paper and rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones. The air of her seemingly callous persona epitomized by the ease of narcissism and offhand sardonic quips accompanied by a playful grin. Nicolette is the perfect balance of an elegant, self-assured woman and an intelligent, artful creature; effortlessly displaying only a rare sum of her persona, the elements of her she wishes others to see while concealing all other elements of herself she deems less than favorable. One’s initial opinion of Nicolette might be that she appears cold, the kind of person who wouldn’t blink while grasping any opportunity to cut you down only to build herself up. Presently centuries old, Nicolette couldn’t be farther removed from her childhood self. Everything has changed in her world, altered for the worst; each aspect of her persona reconstructed to fit the mould this cruel universe has provided for her. Every inch, every last detail of the once bright-eyed young girl has been broken down and reshaped into the icy-glared creature who lives today. The shy version of her childish former self utterly gone, leaving behind the confident and hard-hearted edition she is now. Life strengthened her, shaped her into a careless adaption of who she once was; a woman who stands her ground and speaks up for herself and what she believes in, never fearing the consequences of her actions or the reaction to her words. If her younger self could see who she turned out to be, she probably wouldn’t be pleased considering she’s going against absolutely everything her younger self-wanted. She’s lost things, people, ideas, dreams her younger self-believed she’d always have.

Growing up, Nicolette was extremely intrigued by everything and her desire to learn knew no bounds. She was always a curious child who yearned to obtain an understanding of everything in life, who yearned to gain extensive knowledge on every subject possible. Her passions have always been books and animals, and this has never changed. To all who encounter her, Nicolette can appear on the surface an extremely shallow and reckless woman with a huge tendency to adopt a sardonic tongue during almost all occasions. Given her demeanor and attitude, it would be fair to assess all the brunette is is a satirical mouthpiece, a superficial beauty with a permanent simper corroded into the corner of her lips. Upon initial glance upon her, Nicolette seems a carbon copy of every cold-hearted, artificial bitch; consistently adorning fashionable attire and always using her sharp wit as a weapon. Despite this all, the shell of the creature does obtain much more substance. Regardless of her blase attitude and flirtatious tendencies, the little girl who was once a human, abused by those in power, let down by life, who cherished her Clydesdale, remains deep within the high walls of Nicolette’s persona. It’s almost safe to say the facade Nicolette paints over herself every day is nothing more than a basic ruse; a temporary fixture to aid in slowly permanently fixing the broken fractions of her mind.

It goes without saying Nicolette is constantly shrouded in mystery, concealing her true emotions and feigning any feelings whatsoever. Despite her unstable persona, there are extremely rare occasions in which Nicolette will express sentiment and actually possesses the capability of caring for someone other than herself. However rare this segment of Nicolette may be, it does exist and it is a part of herself she prefers to keep under lock and key. If there’s one thing Nicolette despises most the idea of, it is exposing her underlying vulnerabilities as she believes it would then be easy for others to obtain the upper hand against her; she refuses to allow anyone else to exploit her Achilles heel. No matter how much she cares for someone, the instant this is discovered, she is likely to throw you under the bus as a safety measure for herself. She’d tell you it’s a coping mechanism but really, it’s because of her past experiences that she desperately fears being hurt by anybody else that she builds and builds solid walls around herself that it is impossible for most people to break down. It isn’t personal, it’s simply a means to an end, a way of protecting herself indefinitely. Although this sensitive, vulnerable aspect of Nicolette’s persona remains, it seldom prevails against her impulsive, sarcastic, intelligent nature. The problem with being intelligent is already knowing the things others try so desperately to hide from you. Nicolette knows how others view her, she sees how they run and take cover when she passes by, she hears the hushed murmurs shared between them. Everybody thinks she’s cold as ice, assume she’s too difficult to reason with, believe she’s even tougher to understand. It is this that enables her to flirt with danger, use her words as a weapon and also a bargaining chip. It is this that gives her an overwhelming sense of adrenaline, swimming through her veins and fuelling the fire within her.

Of course, Nicolette is beyond confident in herself and her abilities, able to manipulate people with a simple smile, having people hang on her every word with each syllable that escapes her crimson mouth; each sentence a masterpiece of fine art, each word arranged in a symphony, making it difficult for others to say no. However, it is when Nicolette finds herself truly alone that the glamor of her deceit and her impeccable charm slips away, leaving her face to face with the ghosts of her past, demons with the faces of those who hurt her. The ordeals in which Nicolette endured all throughout her childhood and into adulthood slowly but inevitably hardened her heart, transforming her into a cold-hearted woman, to put it plainly. Initially, she comes across as a vain and arrogant person who is both self-centered and self-assured. However, underneath her strong armor lies a deep sensitivity which is extremely rarely displayed to anyone except herself. She finds it difficult to trust anyone but herself due to her past and finds it equally as difficult to build solid connections with people. Her entire life she only had herself, she knows how it feels to be both lonely and alone, she has never needed a hand to hold and definitely never will. Although she has mellowed in rage and hatred over her long years of immortal life, she remains at times, intolerable due to her oozing confidence. Nicolette is a mixture of sarcasm and bluntness mingled with cockiness and promiscuity and a whole lot of hot-headedness. She is the epitome of beauty and grace but she will never hesitate to punch you in the face. She knows how to handle herself and will take you down while maintaining her manicure, kicking butt in stilettos. Despite her many flaws and irritating qualities, buried deep down inside is the potential for warmth and empathy toward those she could ever develop feelings for. She is both loyal and protective of those she cares about. She is strong-willed and firm in all of her beliefs.

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