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The Curveball Part 4 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob ends up on thin ice with Molly after Bradley ends up on thin ice with her sister. But all he can think about is the perfect night he spent with her and how he'd be crushed if he didn't get a chance to do it all again. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, 18+

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Bob was trying his best to be in the moment at the Hard Deck, since he was the one who invited Molly's sister out for a drink. He wanted to say thank you for all the hard work she put in while Bradley was away. But he was so distracted. 

Molly had spent the entire day sending him selfies while she was at work, and some of them were definitely rated mature. Bob had almost broken his phone earlier trying to minimize a photo of Molly's pierced nipples when Coyote walked over to him. She had snapped the photo of herself in the bathroom at the hospital when she was on break along with the caption I miss you, Bobby <3

The little heart at the end reminded him that he had already said he loved her. He assumed she hadn't heard him, but it made him blush just the same. And now he was at the bar with her sister and Bradley, which should have been fun, but he just wanted to get home and see Molly. 

Bob watched Nat and Jake both relentlessly flirt with Team Mom, but there was no way she had eyes for anyone except Bradley. And then he wondered what it would be like if he brought Molly here. He wanted to, because he already wanted to be with her all the time. But...Bob looked around at all the guys, and that feeling of self doubt was back. Jake was handsome and charming, and probably the kind of guy Molly was used to being with. 

When Nat offered to buy a drink for Team Mom, Bob cut her off, glad for the distraction. "No, it's on me! It's the least I can do since you gave up so much of your time this week to fill in for Bradley. What do you like?" And while he was up at the bar, waiting patiently for Penny to fill his order, Molly's sister ran out of the bar, followed closely by Bradley. 

"What happened?" Bob asked, holding two beers while Jake rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He mumbled a response and walked away, but when Bradley finally came back inside, he looked like he was ready to kill Jake. 

And then the barrage of text messages from Molly came through. Bob's eyes went wide as he read them.

Are you aware that your buddy Bradley is actually a fucking dickhead? I can't BELIEVE what he did to my sister! 

Seriously, Bob. Why didn't you warn my sister about him?! What the fuck! He called Everett baggage!

Please tell me you're not like him!

You know what? Maybe I don't want to find out. 

Bob called her immediately, but she didn't answer. When he got her voicemail, he said, "Mo, please call me back so we can talk, okay? I don't think Bradley meant any of what he said. He's not a bad guy. And I... don't think I could ever do anything to hurt you." He contemplated telling her he loved her again, but he ended the call before he could. 

He was already home for the night when he got one last text from her.

I'm not coming over. 

Bob collapsed in his bed, raking his fingers through his hair, wondering if this, of all things, was what would cost him his chance with her.

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Molly was having a wonderful evening with Everett. They painted huge masterpieces on poster boards and left all the messy brushes in the kitchen sink. Molly secretly loved leaving an innocuous mess for her sister to clean up in her otherwise spotless house. It kept her on her toes. 

"Movie time? With ice cream?" she asked Everett, checking the time. Of course she'd let him stay up late. That's just what aunts did. 

"There's ice cream?!" he shouted, sprinting back into the kitchen.

"Of course there's ice cream," she replied, kneeling in front of the freezer. "I know all of your mom's secrets. She thinks she's so sneaky, but you can't get anything past me." After removing all the healthy, pre portioned frozen dinners, Molly hit the jackpot. There was a gallon of fudge ripple and a gallon of vanilla raspberry. "See?" she asked Everett, holding them both up.

"Fudge ripple! Fudge ripple! Fudge ripple!" he chanted, and soon they were watching a PG-13 movie with two spoons stuck in the ice cream carton. 

"Want some more?" she asked, passing the carton to him.

He took a bite and said, "I don't think my mom wanted me to watch this movie."

Molly sighed and shook her head. "I'll cover your eyes for the scary parts, okay?"

"Okay!" he agreed.

Molly took a few more bites before she asked him, "You like Coach Bob, right?"

"Oh yeah, like a whole lot," he replied. "Almost as much as I like Coach Bradley."

"That's a lot," Molly muttered. "I like him, too." She was smiling as Everett looked at her. 

"You should probably marry him," he said seriously. "I heard my mom say that Coach Bob is smart and nice and that she never thought you could do so well."

Molly scoffed and rolled her eyes. "That sounds exactly like something your mom would say, and that's exactly why we are eating her overpriced ice cream without her. Now close your eyes for the scary part."

About twenty minutes later, Everett was sound asleep on her lap while she finished the ice cream. Then she carried him up to bed, starting to get a little nervous that her sister would be back soon. She tucked him in, turned on his nightlight, and then hightailed it back to the kitchen to hide the evidence of the empty ice cream carton. 

But when she got home, Molly could tell something was wrong and went right into protective jungle cat mode. "What happened?" she asked softly as soon as she saw her sister's tear streaked cheeks and quivering lips.

After a few minutes of being held in Molly's arms, she was able to whisper, "Bradley told all of his friends that he'd never date me, because I have baggage."

"That fucking prick. Does Bob know about this?"

"Probably," she said softly against Molly's shoulder. "He must."

"I'll call him right now," Molly said vehemently. 

"No, please don't. You had an immaculate first solo date with him last night which ended in a hot makeout session. I don't want the three ring circus that is my life to start messing up yours."

It had been more than a makeout session, but Molly wasn't going to correct her. She was so into Bob after being intimate with him, that she was devastated now. Because Molly knew she would ditch him in an instant, even if it would hurt, in order to support her family. 

Molly kissed her sister's cheek and promised, "Your life is not a three ring circus. And Everett is not baggage. And Bradley isn't worth your time if that's what he thinks. Now let me help you get changed for bed."

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Bob barely slept, and he was wide awake before his alarm went off on Saturday morning for the tee ball game. He hadn't heard another word from Molly. Even if she wanted to yell over the phone, he would have loved to hear her voice. 

When he arrived at the ballfield, Bradley was already there. "You look like shit," Bob told him, and he could hear the disappointment in his own voice. 

Bradley closed his eyes briefly. "I feel worse. Promise."

"Did you talk to her?" Bob asked. Bradley didn't hang around at the bar last night after things blew up, so Bob really wasn't sure exactly how bad it was.

"She doesn't want to talk to me. I'm such an idiot."

Bob just kind of shrugged as he set things up for their game against the Tiny Blue Jays. "Molly is angry, too," Bob informed him. "She's barely texted me back since yesterday."

Now Bradley looked sincerely upset on Bob's behalf. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll figure it out," Bob mumbled. "And you need to apologize to Team Mom until she forgives you. Did you tell her that you said all of that stuff a long time ago? You barely even knew her then."

"Yeah, but I still said it," Bradley replied, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips. "And between the slap to my face and the valid points she was yelling at me, I didn't get a chance to try to explain myself. But she's not going to want to hear it anyway."

Then Bob felt his heart lurch as he looked up toward the parking lot and saw Molly and Everett headed his way. "I'll be right back," he mumbled and headed for her immediately. 

Everett ran past him, calling out, "Hi, Coach Bob!" before continuing on to Bradley. But Bob had his sights set on Molly and her beautiful face filled with indignant anger.

"Molly," he gasped, wanting to reach for her as she came stomping to a halt in front of him. She was glorious. God, he was in love with her.

"Tell me you knew," she demanded. "Tell me you knew Bradley was trying to play my sister." She was practically vibrating with concealed rage now. "Tell me you fucking knew he doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as them."

Bob swallowed hard, and her eyes flashed. "Molly, he loves them. I don't think he would do or say anything to intentionally hurt either of them." 

"He has a sick way of showing it," she spat. "He called Everett baggage."

Bob held his forehead in his hands. "I think Bradley just needs to talk to her. He's so crazy about them, he's really beating himself up."

Bob watched Molly glance past him to glare at Bradley while he helped Everett get ready for the game. "He can rot," she said, but her voice was softer now. "And so can you if you agree with what he said." 

"I don't," he promised. "Please, Molly. I...I missed you yesterday as soon as I dropped you off at your car. I missed you all night. I missed texting with you until one of us fell asleep."

She looked up at him, eyes searching his face. She muttered, "I missed you, too," and then she was heading toward the bleachers. 

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Molly was finding it hard to keep giving Bob the cold shoulder after another day. She was spending a lot of her time with her sister and nephew, sleeping over there and taking Everett out to keep him entertained.

She didn't feel any better after she blew up at Bradley. In fact Molly felt worse, because she sensed that Bradley really was sincere in the way he just wanted to apologize. And he clearly doted on Everett. Maybe he really did just want a chance to apologize, but Molly knew her sister wasn't ready to listen yet.

Her phone went off, and she reached for it while she was making coffee at her place late on Sunday morning. 

Coach Cute Glasses: I miss you, Molly. 

She groaned; the gas station flowers were in the vase right next to her, and she was trying not to look at them. Casey never did anything like give Molly flowers. He'd given her some hickeys and exactly two orgasms. But he also hadn't been friends with anyone who hurt her sister. 

She moaned helplessly. Her body was betraying her. She wanted to spend another night curled up with Bob, all warm and protected. She wanted to feel his even breathing and listen to his soft voice as she fell asleep. "Damn it," she whined, typing out a message to him.

Miss you, too. Any chance I'm still invited to your place? 

Molly was weak for Bob. She knew that already. Just one night with him, and she was constantly daydreaming about him at work. His rough hands. And how sweet he was. And how he wanted to be exclusive with her already. And his big cock. 

Coach Cute Glasses: You are always invited. Please, Molly, anytime. Do you want to spend the night with me? 

Molly snorted as she read the text, but another one was already coming through.  

Coach Cute Glasses: I didn't mean that the way it probably sounded! I'd just love to see you. I would be so happy if you wanted to come by, and even happier if you wanted to stay with me all night. I liked how it felt to wake up in bed with you. 

Molly tucked her phone into the pocket of her scrubs. He could wait it out for a bit. That sort of thing was good for a man. Especially one who was that eager to see you. But by the time she parked at the hospital, she texted him back. 

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Bob was in such a panic. Molly was coming over. And he wasn't sure if she was upset with him or just Bradley. He wasn't sure if she was planning on staying over. 

"I'm sorry," Bradley told him for the hundredth time when he called him. "I'm sorry if I blew it for you."

"I'm going to talk to Molly in a few hours," Bob said, rushing through the parking lot to his truck. He was running around, grocery shopping, trying to distract himself. 

"Can you tell her I miss her sister and Ev?" Bradley asked.

"I'll try," Bob promised as he got into his truck and ended the call.

Molly worked until 8 o'clock. He had a few hours to kill before he'd see her, so he wasn't quite sure why he was rushing. Then he stopped for more gas station flowers and cleaned his already spotless condo. He tried to eat dinner, but he couldn't stomach anything except toast. And when he finally heard her ringing the intercom button, he ran to answer it.

"It's Molly," she said softly, and he quickly let her into the building. He stood with his front door open, and a minute later, there she was. She had changed after work, and she looked stunning. No make-up at all and just some jeans and a crop top, but Bob felt suddenly short of breath. He wanted to run his hand along the flower tattoos on her side, and kiss her there too. 

"Molly," he whispered, fighting the urge to blurt out another I love you. He needed to keep it together right now. "Come in."

She walked past him and looked slowly around his living room and dining room while he closed and locked his door. He didn't have a lot of stuff, and suddenly he felt a little ridiculous that his place was so sparse. 

"Very clean," she muttered, her voice and clothing filling the space with so much color and warmth as she examined the gas station flowers. "I wouldn't know how to keep up with it," she said, turning and smiling softly at him. 

"I missed you," he blurted out, and her smile grew.

"Tell me more," she demanded, turning to fully face him. 

Bob swallowed and took a few seconds to gather his thoughts. He was afraid he was going to stutter or say something stupid, but Molly just smiled at him, her all-knowing eyes gentle on his face as she waited.

"I...can't get you out of my mind. I called the runway attendant Molly by accident earlier, because I was thinking about you. Phoenix, my pilot, will never let me live it down."

Molly's laughter had him taking a step closer. "Tell me more," she said, also taking a step toward him. 

"I can't stand the thought of you being upset with me," he said sincerely. He ducked his head and added, "Thursday evening was one of the best nights of my life. Because I spent it with you." He paused, finally daring to meet her eyes.

"Oh, keep going," she said with a nod. "You're doing great."

"I want you to believe I'd never be friends with Bradley if I didn't think he was a good person. And I think he just got a little mixed up. Your sister and nephew really threw him for a loop, you know? But he really loves them."

Molly hummed and shrugged. "I guess I could relay that message to my sister. But I also have a message from me to you."

Bob took a deep breath. "What is it?"

"I missed you, too. I can't stop thinking about you either. And Thursday night and Friday morning, you were so sweet to me, I just want more." Then she kissed his chin and took his hands in hers. "I want you to touch me."

Bob pulled her close as she placed his hands at her waist. He would never get used to being around her, not as easily as she seemed to already know how he operated. She looked up at him, gaze open and earnest. Soft fingers gliding up his arms, tucking into the short sleeves of his tee shirt and gently squeezing his biceps. She placed three soft kisses to the corner of his lips, and he was done. He had to fight the invading thoughts of her nipple piercings and the way her body feels and looks when she's whining for him in her bed beneath him.

"Molly," he begged, but he wasn't sure what he was begging for. 

"Bobby?" she asked softly, pushing one hand through his hair and keeping his gaze focused on her. "I think I need you to fuck me."

"Oh," he groaned, turning her and pushing her back against the wall. He caged her in, and she looked absolutely delighted. 

"If you want to." Her voice was soft and sweet, and her gaze was anything but.

"Honey," Bob managed between ragged breaths as she let her hands come to rest on his abs. She was messing with him. Messing him up completely. She knew exactly what she was doing, but meanwhile, Bob was new to this game. But he was a quick study. A fast learner. 

So when Molly licked her lips and pouted, saying, "You don't want me Bobby? I thought you wanted to be the only one," he was ready for her. 

He wedged one thigh up between her legs, and she gasped. Then his mouth was on hers, rough and demanding. She was grabbing for his shoulders, rubbing herself all over him. He could feel her teeth, digging into his bottom lip, not hard, but definitely not soft. When she released him, she licked his lips until her tongue was in his mouth. 

Bob was rock hard, and try as he may to keep control in this moment, he couldn't. Because Molly was stroking him through his pants and tasting his mouth. Her nose was rubbing along his as she whispered, "Do you want me, Bobby?"

He reached down, wrapping both of his hands around the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up into his arms. Then her lips were on his neck and her arms were wrapped around him as he took her to his bedroom. She was on her back on his bed, kicking her shoes off while her little top rode up so Bob could see the soft undersides of her breasts. There was too much to admire here, and he froze up. 

When Molly's hands found the zipper of her jeans, she whispered. "I want you to say it, Bobby. I want you to tell me everything you plan to do to me." And then her hand was slipping inside her underwear, and she was stroking herself as he watched. 

"Mo," his voice was hoarse. He pushed her knees apart and settled between her legs, bending to kiss her wrist before pulling her hand free of her jeans. "I want to put my mouth on you."

The smile that curled along her lips as she started to shimmy out of her jeans and underwear should have made him a little nervous, but he was beyond help. Her bare pussy was right there, and she smelled so good. As soon as her jeans hit his floor, Bob's face was buried in her. 

"Alright, Lieutenant Floyd," she moaned softly. "Okay." And to Bob's delight and dismay, Molly's hands were on her own breasts, pushing her shirt up and playing with her piercings. She tasted so good as he ran his tongue through her wetness and sucked on her clit. But soon he was rutting into the bed, the sight of her fingers on those little barbells spurring him on. 

When Bob slipped his tongue inside her, Molly's back arched off the bed as she started whining for him. "Bobby, I want your big cock." He grunted in response, willing to give her anything in this moment, and shocked by how much he liked her dirty talk. 

He worked the zipper over his painfully hard erection and scrambled to get himself free. And then he was rocking into her at the same time he got his mouth on her nipples. 

"Yes," she hissed softly, head tipped back with a soft giggle on her lips. He was fucking her, and it felt just as perfect as it had a few days previously. Like her whole body was made for him. Like every response from her perfect lips was just what he needed to hear. "So fucking big."

He pushed those little, silver barbells around with his teeth and tongue, tugging a little bit until Molly was gasping his name. When he sucked harder on her nipples, she was screaming for him. And when she came on his cock, holding his face against her breasts and shaking beneath him, Bob could hardly believe he'd been able to make her orgasm again. 

"Molly," he gasped. "I love the way you shake."

"Oh my god," she moaned as he fucked her through her little tremors. But then she was sitting up, kissing his face, and Bob slipped out of her perfect warmth as she moved to kneel on his floor.

"What are you doing?" he whispered as she guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. She pulled her shirt over her head, and ran her hands up over his thighs. Bob's pants were pulled down to his knees, and Molly pushed them to his ankles before wrapping her pretty lips around his cock. She settled in between his legs, and Bob could only stare at her and try to memorize the obscene sounds they made together. 

Molly was good at this. She was good at everything. Bob tried to keep up, but her mouth felt too perfect. And then she popped up onto her knees and started running the tip of his cock along those pretty piercings. "Molly!"

"You like that?" she asked coyly, but Bob was hypnotized by the look and feel of the barbells on his erection. With a soft groan, Molly squeezed her perfect breasts together, sandwiching Bob between them. He thrust himself up closer to her mouth, and sure enough, she parted her pretty lips and licked him. Bob continued to do this until he was grunting and Molly's saliva was dripping down her chest, making the sensations even more spectacular for him. 

Slick saliva, wet breasts and Molly's mouth. "Oh!" he grunted, stroking her cheek with his knuckles as she sucked on him. But when she took his tightening balls in her soft hand and gave him a little squeeze, Bob came hard, without any warning. He watched in alarm as his cum spurted all over her lips and cheeks while she giggled. Molly jerked him off until he was gasping for air and wishing he had enough in him to coat her whole body, because it looked that pretty.

She licked her lips and opened her eyes, and Bob watched as his cum dripped down from her eyelashes, along her cheek and landed on her nipple piercing. Molly took his hand in hers and ran his fingers through the mess before guiding his hand up to her lips. She tasted him there and ran her tongue between his long fingers and across his palm. 

"You made the mess," she whispered before sucking on his thumb for a beat. "Now you have to help me clean up."

"Gladly," he promised, nearly rocketing off the bed as she set his hand on her breast. Bob used his wet thumb to collect his cum from her piercing and then he let her take his hand between her lips again. But then he was on the floor with her, pushing her gently onto her back as she laughed. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, but the words died on her lips when Bob licked his own cum off of her chest before kissing her and letting her taste it. He held both of her wrists in his hands above her head, and he was treated to the sights and sounds of Molly. She was rubbing her pussy along his soft length as she licked his cum from his mouth, and Bob just enjoyed making out with her on the floor. Everything tasted like him and smelled like Molly, and he listened to her soft laughter. 

His hands and shirt were a mess of cum, and Molly's pretty face absolutely lit up for him when he whispered, "I like the way I taste on your skin."

"Bobby. You fucking deviant," she moaned, taking his face between her slightly sticky palms and leaning up to kiss his lips. She wrapped one leg around his waist to keep his body against hers, and Bob let his cheek come to rest on her chest. He'd never been called anything close to that before, but he could tell he'd lose himself in the moment with Molly over and over again like this if she'd keep letting him. 

And then he blurted out, "You're not mad at me then?" while she combed her fingers through his hair. 

She hummed in contemplation. "No, I'm not mad at you, Coach Bob. I'm pissed off at Bradley, and I'm trying to protect my family. But I'm not mad at you."

Bob sighed in relief and ran his fingers along her pretty tattoo. He had found it actually painful the way she'd been avoiding talking to him, but he could see where she was coming from. 

"That makes me happy. And I can understand you wanting to protect them. They are where your loyalty lies."

"Don't fuck with my family," she whispered softly as she turned her head, and Bob glanced up at her as she swiped at her eyes. "I hardly have any left."

Bob could sense that she wanted him to change the subject, so he kissed her soft skin and said, "I like your tattoos."

She laughed sardonically and said, "Thanks."

"Did you get the carnation tattoos because it's your favorite flower?" he asked, running his index finger along the colorful ink.

"No," she told him. She was quiet for a moment, and Bob started sweating before she asked, "Did you know that there are different flowers that coordinate with your birth month?" 

Bob had heard of this before. "Sure," he told her, wondering where she was going with this. 

Her voice sounded a little rough, but her fingers were still soft in his hair as she said, "My parents were both born in January. Carnations were their birth flowers. That's why I have the tattoo. And kind of why I love the gas station flowers."

"Oh," Bob said, about to add that she didn't need to talk about it if she didn't want to. But then she rolled a little closer to him as he sat up, and she pointed to the other three flowers mixed in.

"The morning glory is for my sister's birthday. The chrysanthemum is mine. And the pretty red rose is for Everett's birthday in June. I got that one the day after he was born. It's actually my favorite one."

"It's beautiful," Bob told her, running his thumb along the chrysanthemum and meeting her eyes. 

"Listen," she told him, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm protective of my sister. She took care of me when our parents both died. I moved in with her while she finished college. She shared her bed with me and made sure I ate. She sold my parent's house and gave me most of the money to pay for nursing school and a new, reliable car. And the fact that I can occasionally help her out a little bit now is really important to me. So if you think I need to castrate Bradley, you should probably just tell me now, okay?"

Bob laughed in spite of himself. "Maybe a kick to the nuts, but castration is probably not necessary, Honey. He's beating himself up enough, I can tell you that much. And I honestly think Bradley would jump in front of a moving car for Everett." 

"See, now that's what I like to hear," she told him, sitting up and draping her arms around him. Her skin was a little sticky from his cum, and Bob let her push him back until he was laying on the floor underneath her this time. She settled her chin in his chest and looked up at him. "Now tell me when your birthday is, Lieutenant Cute Glasses. I want to know how your flower would look in my tattoo bouquet."

Bob could feel his cheeks warming up. She wanted to know what a tattoo in his honor would look like on her perfect skin. And now she was just lounging right there on him, naked as the day she was born and just completely flawless. And she was waiting, just like she always did. Waiting until he was ready to say what he was thinking, but never rushing him.

He laughed softly and shook his head. "I have the most embarrassing birthday," he told her, and she cocked her head to the side. 

"Oh," she sighed. "April twentieth?" 

"No," he told her. "Worse. Leap day. February 29th."

"Oh! No, that's such a good one, Bob!" she insisted. "And your flower would be a violet. So pretty!"

But he just kept shaking his head. "Mo, you don't understand, Honey."

"Then explain it to me," she whispered, kissing his chest and stroking his skin. 

"My name is Bob. B O B. Bob. I got the nickname Baby On Board during flight training a decade ago, because I was technically five years old...."

She blinked at him a few times before she burst into laughter. Bob waited while Molly rolled around on the floor, gripping her sides and gasping for air. "And technically how old are you now?" she managed to ask through her laughter.

Bob waited until she calmed down a bit more. "Eight."

"Eight!" she screeched. "Don't say that to me! We've had sex!" Her laughter had Bob chuckling too now. "How old would you be if you had a birthday every year?" she asked, eyes wide as she giggled.

"Thirty two."

"Thirty two! Perfect," she sighed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "I'm not going to get arrested then."

Bob rolled his eyes and whispered, "I think a new flower would look pretty good in your bouquet."

And now Bob was thinking about a violet tattoo on her skin next to the other pretty flowers as Molly curled up on his bedroom floor with her arm wrapped around him. 

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Bob without Molly....it just doesn't make sense. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

PART 5

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For Jojo, Shishi, and Ezzie (The Twst OCs ;w;) for the OC Ask meme)

Similarly to the last post!! This is color coded: me/narrator as default, blue as Jocia, and green as Ezra

🥣what's your favorite food?

"So this is some sort of interview? Alright then," Jocia gruffly responded, slouching over in her seat upon realizing the question was actually rather simple. She grinned, "Bulgogi's a fav. It's something my sister showed me when we were kids. Apparently she was trying to learn more about our family history or somethin', did a damn lot of research too."

"It's not something I looked much into myself, but I'm a complete sucker for anything barbecued or grilled. I think... Oh yeah, we tried it out on a camping trip. I stole some of hers off her plate," Jocia chuckled, scratching at the back of her head as she reminisced, "I gave her hell during that trip. Wouldn't be surprised if that's why we never did something like that again. Made it up to her later, though."

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"Ooh! How fun!" The professor exclaimed with a sharp-toothed grin, "Let's see, should I go into detail? I don't see why not. You're supposedly looking into learning more about me after all, little sprout," He cheerfully pondered aloud, politely folding his hands in his lap.

"My favorite dish is Pasta Alla Gricia. It's absolutely divine. With most of the foods I like, they've unfortunately been changing and shifting in ways I'm simply not a fan of with the passage of time. BUT! With this? It's only gotten better since the first time I tried it one hundred years ago! I'll gladly buy you some sometime, little sapling. Oh! Perhaps I can get some for the whole class... Like a day of celebration after one of our competitions! It's important for student's to destress, after all!~" Ezra hummed to himself with a firm nod.

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"Uh..." The woman droned on, crossing her arms over her chest. She offered a casual nod after perusing her own thoughts, "Like, physically? Sure, yeah," She bluntly answered.

"It's not really something I've thought too much of before. I guess looking in the mirror and seeing how far I've come gives me something to be proud of. Especially since I'm... not the best at styling. Everyone else in the family got all that."

"But, hell, I've worked hard on myself. Even if working out and such is more of a chill hobby of mine, I'm still confident in how I'm built. Not to mention I can see little parts of the people around me in myself too, yeah? Like- an old friend of mine regularly helps me dye my hair, and I got my piercings at the same time as my brother. If I didn't like those parts of myself, it feels kinda like a dig on them too. No matter whatcha think anyway, there are gonna be people out there who think you're pretty sick."

"...Eh, I'm not good at getting all sappy."

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Ezra blinked, his drawing his lips into a line. His brows furrowed, "This is a difficult question to be modest about, isn't it?" He awkwardly chuckled, bringing a hand up to massage his temple.

"Oh, I don't know. I have a lot of things I have to work on, truly. It's quite an ordeal. Not that I'm not proud of my appearance! After all, a lot of it was greatly inspired by my late father."

"...Ah! I forgot to mention- I'm a changeling fae, of course. I'm not the biggest fan of shapeshifting, however, so I try my best to correlate my appearance to my adoptive human family. In that way, I suppose topics such as 'attractiveness' are a bit more complicated to someone like me, dear," He finished, dodging and weaving around the actual question through his rambles.

🏘️where's your happy place?

Jocia brightened up a bit at this, smirking as the answer came easily, "With my siblings," she replied briefly.

"They're fun as hell to be around. We got each other's backs. They're a bunch of little shits sometimes, but we know each other better than anyone else," She paused, "At least... most of us. More of a reason for me to get home, as if I didn't need any more of one already."

-

"My classroom, of course! Oh, it's so fun!" The teacher excitedly replied, eccentrically taking the time to pop up out of his seat and lean over the table, "It's where I spend most of my time! Working with students in bloom, watching their talents grow, listening to my favorite stars sing broadway, tending to my adorable potted plants..." He babbled on endlessly, happily explaining to no end.

"...I haven't been here for very long, that is true, but it has very quickly become my favorite place to be. So much so I often get caught up in things and forget to attend meetings. I suppose me and the other fae individuals here have that in common... I'm working on that, however! Got to make sure my memory is in top condition!"

"Is that it? 'Kay. Be seeing ya."

-

"This was very pleasant! Thank you kindly for inviting me."

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THE BLOOD CROWN

[Aemond Fanfiction ] reposted on wattpad

Pairing:  Aemond Targaryen x OC female!

Warning:  Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers.

Summary

"𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹."

Queen Alicent had spoken the truth when these words had left her mouth, the moment the King decided not to punish Princess Rhaenyra's son for taking the eye of her child. In the night, in the safe place of her chambers, she gave the order to have Lucery's Velaryon taken and sold into slavery. But a regrettable misunderstanding causes Larys Strong's men to take, not the culprit, but Aemma Velaryon, Rhaenyra's youngest child, and banish her to a life of suffering and loneliness.

Aemma Velaryon had not been seen since then but the gods do not forget and sometimes fate strikes back harder than you would have expected.

PART 4

Rose watched Prince Aemond take on Ser Criston Cole in a training match.

From the rooms of Helaena Targaryen they had a perfect view of the training ground.

She watched Aemond move smoothly and evade the blows of Ser Cole effortlessly.

His hard training had paid off.

"I think if you brush my hair any longer, Rose, I'll soon have none", said Helaena monotonously and the maid looked down in fright. The Queen stared at her through her mirror, knowledge reflected in it.

"Forgive me, my Queen. I was distracted for a moment", she apologized and put the comb back on the table. Helaena also looked out the window.

"He's still training every day."

I know, was on her lips. 

Apparently, the Queen had noticed that Rose had been watching her brother.

She had often watched Aemond secretly in the last days, well, at least she tried, and she wondered if he had even thought of her a fraction of the time she had wasted on him. Probably only when he had imagined his blade piercing her chest.

She didn't know why Aemond Targaryen had such an attraction to her. He had shown her nothing but hostility since the moment she arrived.

Rose glanced at the prince again. His movements were fast and smooth, like a dance that he mastered perfectly. His long light blonde hair swirled around while the sweat glistened on his skin.

Suddenly the door swayed open and Rose was ripped out of her mind.

She twitched and turned round in surprise.

Shock flooded her body. Her eyes widened, stunned at the sight in front of her.

Helaena didn't even bother to turn around.

King Aegon stood in the middle of the room, naked, just like the gods made him. He seemed surprised for a brief moment when he saw Rose before a grin appeared on his lips.

"Excuse me, my wife, I thought we were alone", he apologized, but the apology didn't really sound serious. A hint of amusement resonated in his voice. Rose lowered her gaze. The gods seemed to be joking today.

"We aren't alone", said Helaena monotonously, and if it hadn't been so unpleasant, Rose would have almost laughed. Almost.

Aegon seemed annoyed.

"I know. I see it. Have you seen Dyana?" Aegon asked, looking around Helaena's chambers as if Dyana were suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"No", the Queen answered.

"Well, where is she?"

"Not here."

Rose really didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This unpleasant embarrassment was hard to bear.

And Aegon was still naked.

Couldn't he at least cover up his manhood?

"I need her. The new maid is incapable. I don't like the clothes the new one picks out for me," said Aegon annoyed, glancing over Rose. 

"This is unfortunate."

The only unfortunate thing was that Rose couldn't vanish into air.

"Your maid can help me!", suggested Aegon.

"That's not possible, Mother says she should only help me," Helaena answered dryly. 

"Well, and I am the king," Aegon said it as if he had to remind himself that he was the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms. "I want her to help me."

Rose had to admit she wasn't thrilled. But who was she to say no?

Helaena looked at Aegon for a moment, before she shrugged and turned around. Obviously, that was a sign that she was supposed to help Aegon. Rose bowed and walked past the Kings to his chambers.

"And how do you like it here, dear Rose?", he said sweetly after they left Helenas chambers and entered his.

"I am very grateful to be here, my king."

"Well, well, and we are very grateful to have you here."

He winked at her. It was uncomfortable considering he was naked and his wife was just a room away waiting for her.

She didn't go any further and opened the closet in which Aegon's clothes were.

"What color would you like to wear today?"

"Look at me", the King ordered, and she had no choice but to obey his order.

"What color would you like to see on me?"

"Doesn't matter, as long as it covers your skin, my king."

Before Rose could stop herself, the words had left her mouth. For a moment she had forgotten herself and spoken as she was only allowed to speak in Daeron's presence. 

She really had a problem keeping her mouth shut.

She looked anxious, and in shock at the king, who looked at her in surprise.

Before she knew it, she was on her knees, head bowed in humility, hoping the king didn't want her head. She was already expecting him to discipline her when Aegon suddenly started laughing.

"What a cheeky thing you are", he said and approached her. Panic rose in her, which she tried to suppress. 

"Is that how you talk to my brother Daeron?" Aegon asked and Rose shook her head. It probably wasn't a very good idea to confess that she didn't treat Daeron with the respect a prince deserved. Even if it was his own wish.

"Please forgive me, my king. It will not happen again."

"Hmm, is that so? You're lucky I like girls like you. Girls who stand up to me. There's nothing worse than maids who bore you with their submission."

Rose got sick. The king's words disgusted her, but she was at his mercy. She had nothing to oppose him. She had already been warned about the King several times. 

"My king?"

They both looked aside, she frightened, he annoyed.

A maid stood in the door with her eyes wide open. What a sight they had to give. He's standing naked in front of her, she kneeling.

"What?" Aegon asked annoyed.

"The Queen Mother has sent me to ask for your presence."

"Tell her she has to wait."

"I am sorry, my King, but she said it is urgent."

"What could be so urgent that it couldn't wait?"

"She said it is about Lord Corlys, my King."

Aegon turned his head.

"What? Is that old man finally dead?"

"No, my king. He was seen at Dragonstone."

Aegon raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Well, that's actually a very interesting coincidence."

He let his eyes glide over Rose again before smiling. The smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Then we don't want to keep my Mother waiting. You can go, Rose."

With these words, he released Rose and she couldn't escape from his chambers quickly enough. 

It had been an unbelievably awkward situation and she hoped she would never have to be alone with the King again.

She closed the door and turned around just to run into a wall.

She looked up, frightened, into the eye of Aemond Targaryen.

Blood froze in her veins.

After their last encounter, Rose hadn't seen him for days. Well, she had seen him, watched him more secretly, but prevented him from seeing her, too. Their last meeting was still in her head, never leaving, never let her forget how dangerous that man was. 

Aemond looked down at her unimpressed, his gaze fixed on her for a moment before it wandered to the closed door of Aegon's chambers.

He raised an eyebrow. His forehead was worn with sweat, his clothes dirty from the swirled up dust.

"I helped the King get dressed", she explained. 

"Hmm?" he said, and she knew he didn't believe her. "Most of the ladies who came out of these chambers helped to undress him."

Rose knew what he was suggesting.

Aegon was the King but what he implied could ruin her forever if it hit the ears of the wrong people. 

"You dishonor me with your words, my prince." It was dangerous to speak these words but it was an injustice that Rose could not and would not accept. "I have done nothing but obey orders."

"Such a good servant you are, right? And when my brother tells you to bend over, do you obey too?"

Goose bumps ran over her body and shame went trough her body. Although she would never do it, she was ashamed by the prince words.

"Don't think I care what you do, maid. I was just surprised how quickly the mask fell. But don't get your hopes up too high. Aegon attaches no importance to your unfortunate alliance."

With these words Aemond said goodbye, leaving Rose with a feeling of shame and disgrace. 

She looked after him, and wondered if he was like this to every maid, or if he only hated her.

Rose saw Vhagar land on the mountain next to the Red Keep. She saw its huge wings and imposing mouth that could swallow hundreds of men with just one bite. 

Vhagar landed heavily, a tremor shook the ground and there was a moment of silence.

She watched as Aemond Targaryen dragged a boy into the castle and handed him over to the guards.

The prince had been gone for two days. Tongues spoke of war, some of alliances and oaths. 

"Let go of me," the strange boy yelled. "Set me free!"

Aemond answered in High Valyrian. At least she suspected so. His words sounded hard and powerful. Rose didn't understand Valyrian but it did sound familiar. Weird, because she had never heard that language before.

Aemond rammed the hilt of his blade into the boy's head, knocking him unconscious.

Rose was shocked by the brutality. He had not hesitated for a second to strike down the defenseless boy, who was inferior not only in size but also in muscle strength.

She saw the horror in Alicent Hightower's eyes and the amazement in Aegon's.

In Helaena's gaze there was nothing but pity.

"What have you done?"

"I have won us a hostage, mother. A strong boy." Aemond said. The corners of his mouth curled up, his expression content. "You can thank me later."

They brought the boy before the Iron Throne. 

Rose stood near Queen Helaena, alongside Dyana and other servants.

Dyana had told her who the boy was.

Lucery's Velaryon. The son of the Black Queen, as she was already known in the people. Rumors of her coronation on Dragonstone had already made the rounds.

Allies of the Greens had gathered, all to watch Princess Rhaenyra's son bow the knee to Aegon Targaryen.

"Nephew," Aegon began as they threw water in Lucerys Velaryon's face to wake him up. The boy opened his eyes, slowly and confused, before his hopeless situation caught up with him again, and horror was seen on his face.

"You are a long way from Dragonstone, aren't you?" His eyes danced with the joy of his misfortune. "We were sad to miss you at my coronation. Perhaps that is why you have not yet bent the knee?"

Prince Lucerys remained silent.

"Bend the knee before your king," Aegon urged.

"I have to disappoint you," Lucerys began. "I don't see a king before me." The boy seemed suicidal. The court erupts in whispers. "You sit unlawfully on the Iron Throne. All I see is a traitor sitting on my mother's throne."

"The late king, may he rest in peace, made Aegon his heir before he died," Alicent interjected, announcing what only she is said to have heard. The people around her murmured in agreement. "It was King Visery's last wish."

"And were there witnesses to this statement?"

"You question my mother's word, bastard?" Aemond said angry, stepping forward.

She saw the fear in the boy's eyes as the prince stepped towards him, menacing and ready to fight. Rose understood his fear. She herself had felt what it was like to be threatened by Aemond Targaryen. But unlike him, she wasn't surrounded by enemies who wanted to see her head roll.

Aemond growled and grabbed Lucerys, sinking his hand into his hair and jerking his head back. Rose's mouth twisted. That had to hurt. But before Aemond could do anything more, Alicent was standing next to him, one hand on his shoulder and a shake of her head. Aemond studied his mother's face for a moment before he released Lucerys.

Lucerys gave him a hateful look, a look Aemond returned.

"If you refuse to bend the knee, Prince Lucerys, then this court cannot guarantee your integrity. Refusal is treason against the Crown."

Despite the fear reflected on his face, Rose saw combativeness in the boy's eyes. She was impressed by his fighting spirit. And at the same time she felt sorry for him.

He was alone. She knew that feeling.

"Then so be it. Kill me and let fire speak."

"The king is merciful, Prince Lucerys," Alicent explained. She had stepped close to the boy, Aemond right behind her, as if Lucerys was about to leap at her like a wild animal. "We don't want blood to be spilled. We don't want to see anyone dead. Swear allegiance to King Aegon Targaryen and your life will be spared." She took his hand in hers. "I beg you, boy."

Alicent sounded desperate.

Lucery's eyes flickered, dancing from left to right, but instead answering the Queen Mother, he jerked his hand from hers and looked away, lips pressed into a thin line.

His answer is understandable for everyone.

"Bring the news of her son's capture to Princess Rhaenyra. Prince Lucerys, you are now a prisoner of the crown," the hand declared. "You will be locked in your rooms until your mother comes to her senses and bends the knee."

Otto Hightower signaled the guards that the hearing was over. They grabbed the Velaryon boy and led him out of the hall.

Rose looked at Aegon, who hadn't spoken much. He had a tired look, and followed Lucerys with his eyes. He seemed out of place despite being the one sitting on the Iron Throne.

And for the first time Rose was here, she had the feeling that Aegon Targaryen didn't want to sit on the throne.

No one was allowed to enter the room of Lucerys Velaryon. The Greens had ordered that the boy would be locked up and barred from any contact with others until he came to his senses and bent the knee to Aegon.

Rose knew the tense situation, and yet she felt sorry for the boy. She had seen the fear in his eyes, the desperation, the concern for what might happen to him.

"What should we do with the Velaryon boy?" Lord Lannister asked. The man sat back in his chair, arrogant, almost condescending. All parties were silent, which is why he continued. "I say, he should be made an example of," he continued. "A public execution. The boy should serve as a warning. Rhaenyra had a chance to respond to our first offer, but no response. Her arrogance cries out for our answer."

"Perhaps we should first give Princess Rhaenyra time to respond to the fact that we have her son here before we speak directly of an execution, Lord Lannister," Alicent interjected, looking at the man judgmentally quickly. "You are frighteningly quick to end a life and start a war."

"Your Grace, I'm just being realistic. The Blacks want the throne, the Princess will not give up until we put her in her place. Her lack of education has suppressed any connection to reality."

"In front of the smallfolk?" suggested Orwyle. He seemed enthusiastic.

Rose was disgusted by the two men. The prospect of war seemed to delight her, but first and foremost it was the smallfolk and the soldiers who would lay down their lives before even one of those present would think of being on the front line.

She felt completely out of place. The wine in her hands was heavy and not even Aegon paid attention to the sweetish liquor.

She looked at Prince Daeron, who was sitting next to Aemond. She wondered what he thought. He was silent, but she hoped that he would speak up to take sides with Lucerys Velaryon.

"No," whispered Alicent. "That was not my husband's wish."

"With all due respect, your Grace, the King had also never expressed a desire to appoint his eldest son as his legitimate successor, always held to the ridiculous appointment of the Princess until shortly before his death, when he changed his mind."

"Didn't we already have this conversation? Is your bloodlust so big?"

Lannister jumped up. His expression was indignant. "Your Grace, I-"

"We will not start a war because we murder Princess Rhaenyra's son."

"Alicent," Otto began, "I know about your past with Princess Rhaenyra, the friendship you both shared but we have not yet received an answer from her side. It is safe to assume that the princess has declined our offer."

"We haven't received an official refusal from my sister yet, right?" interjected Aemond, and all eyes turned to him. "I would suggest we listen to my mother and show patience and a cool head." The prince looked to his brother. Aegon sat at the head, right next to their mother.

Rose was surprised that Aemond opposed the execution of his nephew. She would have thought that he would be the first to take up the sword. Dyana had told her that it had been Prince Lucery's who had taken Aemond's eye. A fight between two boys. Rose understood why Aemond had no sympathy for the prince, but she hoped he would refrain from murdering the boy.

Rose saw how the young brothers, communicated with their eyes. Aegon looked to his mother, who looked at him pleadingly. "Lucerys Velaryon will remain alive."

The verdict was in. At least for the time being.

The septa at Red Keep was a cruel woman, Rose had noted. Since her arrival, she had not attended morning prayers, having neither the time nor the sense of direction. She did not know how many times she had gotten lost in the past few days, but it was often.

Septa Morana, however, did not seem satisfied with her statement.

"Do you think you are special?"

Rose looked at her in surprise.

"No, of course not, honorable Septa."

"I heard that Prince Daeron brought you here. You've earned a high place right away, girl."

Anger flooded Rose's body, but she remained silent. It was not a good idea to mess with a septa. Especially not when she had such a high influence.

The septa stepped close to Rose and examined her from top to bottom. "I know girls like you. Girls who hope a man will take care of them so they can live a comfortable life. It doesn't take much to warm a bed, does it?"

Rose wondered how she had managed, within a few days, to be called a whore several times. First Prince Aemond, now Septa Morana.

"Such behavior is not tolerated here."

"I don't expect anything from a man. I didn't come here to warm a bed, I came here to live a better life."

Before Rose could even respond, the septa had lashed out and punched her in the face. The blow was so strong and surprising that she lost her balance and went down. She tasted the blood in her mouth.

Stunned, she looked up at the older woman. Her blow had been brutal.

"You dare to talk back? Girls like you have no respect. You open your mouth when you're told and keep silent when it's expected of you. You bastards are getting cheeky and forgetting your position."

Rose swallowed the blood in her mouth. Her hands balled into fists. The septa was doing her an injustice. Never before, had she been so humiliated by a woman of faith. Full of anger, she looked up, straight into the eyes of the woman, who drew in her breath indignantly.

"What? You dare look at me like that, you whore? I will have you whipped for-"

"What is the meaning of this?"

Rose would recognize the voice among thousands. She turned, and saw Prince Daeron hurrying to them.

"Prince Daeron," said the septa, intimidated, and bowed. "I apologize for this unsightly spectacle. I had to discipline this maid."

"Discipline?," Daeron repeated irritably, looking down at Rose. "For what, Septa?"

"I don't want to bother you with the details, young prince, I'm sure other matters require your attention."

"That's for me to decide, speak!" commanded Daeron.

The septa hesitated for a moment before looking down hard at Rose, who was still kneeling on the floor.

"The girl is insolent and does not participate in the morning prayers."

"It is not a duty to participate in the prayers. Your punishment is not appropriate."

"It is still a sin."

"It is hardly a sin if the king has let it be known otherwise, Septa," another voice suddenly spoke, and Rose turned in surprise.

Prince Aemond stood beside his brother, looking down at Rose.

His gaze as always cold, but the expression in his eye was different.

The humiliation could hardly be deeper.

"Additionally, I think this is hardly the appropriate place for disciplinary action."

"My honorable princes," the septa began. "You are right, it's true, and I apologize for bothering you with it. I will get the girl out of your sight and-"

"You seem to like to digress, Septa," Aemond interrupted her. Septa winced and looked at the prince indignantly. "It is important to visit the morning prayers." Her spine straightened. "Even if a soul seems to be lost."

"Hmmm," Prince Aemond uttered and strode forth. His arms folded behind his back. "So you think your word carries more weight than the king's word?"

The septa looked at him, startled. "Of course not, my prince. I act only in the name of faith." Aemond moved past Rose with casual intent. He surveyed her for a moment before surprisingly extending his hand. Rose looked up at him in surprise. His expression revealed nothing. He raised an eyebrow, and Rose briskly grabbed his hand. With complete ease, Aemond pulled her up. His hand lingered there for a moment as he studied her face before releasing it.

"The girl does what she wants, and it is my job to guide this hopeless creature to the right path."

"Hopeless?"

The septa jutted her chin. "She is a bastard. Her blood is already stained by shameful behavior. I just want to keep her from knowing what place she's in, and that we won't tolerate any outrage."

It was no surprise that the septa saw her that way. Nor was her hostility a surprise. Rose could no longer count the insults she had received in her life because of her heritage, and yet the humiliation ran deep. Her nails dug into her skin.

"This -bastard-, as you like to call the girl, is subject to the Queen. The king himself has accepted her admission. Do you think the king is a fool?"

The septa drew in a hissing breath.

"What, of course not, my prince, I-"

"Then you think the queen is?"

Rose watched the septa blush and widen her eyes in panic. She shook her head in bewilderment. The sight of her did her good.

"Your comments about this servant, will no longer be tolerated, Septa. If it comes to my attention again that you are going beyond your authority, we will have to look for someone who knows his place."

His words were harsh and cold. Merciless and they hit where it hurt the most.

"Forgive me, my prince," the septa said with lips pressed together, bowing to the princes before giving Rose a hateful look. Her look promised hatred and sorrow and it would not be the last time she would meet the Septa, Rose was sure of that.

The septa disappeared as quickly as she had come.

Rose looked after her before a cold hand on her neck made her wince. Startled, she looked to Prince Aemond, who looked down at Rose with amusement.

"It seems to me you've brought a problem into our house, brother."

The prince's voice was rough. His hand on the back of her neck pulled her closer to him so that she stood only a few finger-widths away.

"You know very well that the septa is the problem, brother. Let her go."

Aemond seemed to pay little heed to Daeron's words. His free hand gripped her chin and squeezed her mouth slightly. Now they stood there, one of his hands on her neck, the other on her chin.

"You like to cause trouble, don't you, girl?"

She didn't know what answer he was expecting.

Aemond looked down at her with amusement, almost defiance, probably hoping she would say something rash and stupid so he would have a reason to ram his sword down her throat.

"If you say so, my prince," she pressed out. Congratulations, Rose had proven she didn't know when it was better to shut up.

The prince raised an eyebrow as she heard Daeron moaning in the background.

"You must like your girls naughty, Daeron. A passion I cannot share. I must say I prefer them when they know their place and submit to their role."

Prince Aemon's hand was firmly on the back of her neck, his fingers curled and pressing into her flesh. Not enough to hurt, but firm enough to serve as a warning to keep her silence.

"Make sure she learns to adjust or I will," Aemond threatened before letting go of her and shoving her slightly away from him. It was a promise she immediately took from him. Without giving her another glance, the prince strode away, leaving her behind once again.

Rose looked after the prince.

And for some reason, she found it difficult to avert her gaze.

̶T̶H̶E̶ ̶B̶L̶O̶O̶D̶ ̶C̶R̶O̶W̶N̶

Lyly had been in the service of the princess since her 10th and 9th name day. She was proud to stand at the side of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

She had watched the little girl grow into a graceful and proud woman. She had not hesitated for a second to bend the knee when the princess was given her father's crown and made queen of the realm.

A worthy successor.

For her, there was only one ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and that was Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first of her name. The rightful ruler.

She knew that Rhaenyra valued her. She had never treated her disparagingly, always with respect, usually more respect than an upstart from the lesser folk.

But she was sure that the princess would not hesitate for a second to feed her to her dragons when she learned of the guilt she carried in her heart. A great mistake that had been with her for years and that she would never forgive herself for. She had not acted with evil intent, it was desperation that had driven her, fear.

She had wanted to pay off a debt, but she had replaced one debt with another.

She had destroyed the life of a family and relegated an innocent child to a cruel fate. She had taken away a mother's child and allowed strangers into her home.

She looked at the woman who had just received the news that the Greens had captured her son Lucerys Velaryon. Lyly saw the fear in her eyes, and again felt a wave of guilt come over her.

And all because she had gotten involved with the wrong man.

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Febuwhump Day #3: "Bite Down On This"

Febuwhump 2024 February 3, 2024 "Bite Down On This" Eddie Kingston/Nolee Angle (OC) Once Upon A Time Verse

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," Nolee exclaimed in shock as the arrow she had knocked in its bow sailed directly into the leg of the man who had taught her to use it. She watched as Mr. Kingston let out an angry grunt, falling back onto the ground behind him in a heap. Tears dotted the young woman's eyes and she felt her anxiety building.

She felt her heart beat faster, trying not to panic. She had done anything he had instructed she should while learning all the new skills he had introduced her to. Long forgotten were the days of sitting at a piano learning her scales and arpeggios. When her sister Angel had introduced Nolee to the quick witted man who lived life without cares, at first she had disliked him. Eddie seemed to look down on the fancy home she lived in at the edge of town, claimed she was nothing more than something akin to a pampered pet.

"It's okay princess," he grunted through gritted teeth, leaning back on his palms with his leg stretched out in front of him. "There's a first aide kit on the wall. Can you get that, hm?"

Nolee moved as quickly as she could, picking the box off of the wall as quickly as she should. She knelt down next to him, white tennis skirt staining itself with dirt, "Wh...what can I do?"

"You know how to sew, princess? That one of the skills you have?" Eddie hissed at her, trying his best to calm his pain.

"I learned how to sew from Miss Bonfamile," Nolee nodded before giving Eddie an apprehensive cock of her head, "why?"

"Cause you're gonna give ma basic stitch while we wait for Mama Charlie," Eddie gave a wave of his hand, "I texted her, but ya gotta help me out here."

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?!"

"Keep your calm, princess," Eddie tried to keep her wits about her. Even in the face of such peril, he seemed to laugh it off, "I need a simple stitch right now, that's all. You can do a simple stitch. It's the least ya can do for me since you-"

"I said I was sorry!" Nolee bit back, though it was purely out of nervousness, "I...I'm gonna have to pull it out and..."

"I'm gonna scream," Eddie admitted with a huff, "I need something to stop me from screaming."

Nolee reached up, pulling the pink bow from her blonde hair that hung in perfect curls. She doubled the ribbon over, tripled it over, before handing it to Eddie, "Bite down on this."

He raised an eyebrow, "Ya can't be serious! This? It probably tastes like hairspray and whatever product ya use in your hair!"

"You actively have an arrow sticking out of your thigh and 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 what you're complaining about?" Nolee raised an eyebrow of her own as she took a tight hold of the arrow. She gave an almost audible gulp as he placed the ribbon in his mouth. She pulled back, eliciting a scream from beneath the ribbon as the arrow exited his leg. She was thankful that the arrowhead didn't snap off in his leg. "There. There. Now I...now I have to..."

He spat the pink bow from his mouth, "Stitches. Ya gotta close the wound you left in my leg."

"I'm never gonna live this down, am I?" Nolee huffed, blowing a strand of her hair out of her blue eyes.

"No, ya fuckin'-" he hissed in pain as the needle pierced his skin, "oo-de-fuckin'-lally! That fuckin' hurt! Warn a man next time!"

Nolee's tongue peaked out from behind her teeth as she set to work on a simple stitch, "How...how can I make it up to you?"

"Next time we go on a date," Eddie charmed, as sly as a fox, "you don't cause me bodily harm?"

"This was a date?" she stopped her work, confused.

"Yes, princess," Eddie pressed an unsuspected kiss to her cheek, "and for the record? It ain't the worst one I've ever been on."

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump2024 #aew imagine #aew au imagine #character: eddie kingston #character: original character #character: nolee angle

[not-krys]

Fictober 2023: Kitchen Talks

Prompt: #31: It's Not Your Fault

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Rating: General

Characters: Solomon, Miriam "Miri" (OC)

Summary: Miri talks with Solomon about their current situation.

Notes: Obey Me: Nightbringer Spoilers, fluff, comfort, original character, platonic relationship, not beta read.

I'm well aware that Fictober 2023 has already passed, but I didn't get a chance to finish this one in time, but thanks to a different, similarly-themed wip in my 100 Themes challenge, the juices for this one started flowing again and I finally finished it. It might be almost three weeks late, but I'm adding it to my list at the very least.

WC: 1050

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The smell of warm soup floating in the air normally would be a comfort to Miri as she stood in front of the hot stove, but this evening, it was not as soothing as it usually was.

Cocytus Hall was so quiet compared to the House of Lamentation. Solomon tried his best to be a good roommate and mentor for her, but there was only one of him (thankfully) and he generally was a quieter companion compared to her adoptive family. No Beel to stand drooling over her shoulder as Belphie tried his best to pull him back. No Mammon yelling about his next money-making scheme while Lucifer gave him the stink eye in the hallway. No Asmo cooing over his reflection in the pots and pans. No Satan telling everyone to be quiet, that they were all too noisy, while the distant sounds of a video game echoed from Levi's room, a small chirp or groan periodically piercing the monotony of beeps and whirs.

Though anyone else would complain that it was too much noise for any normal person to handle, once it was gone, Miri couldn't help but feel lonely in the quiet kitchen.

She then felt a hand touching her cheek, a white hand that gently wiped away a tear she hadn't noticed was falling.

"I know you like sweet things, Miriam." Solomon said gently, "but a soup made of your tears doesn't sound all that good to me."

Miri wiped her other cheek on her sleeve, sniffling quietly.

"And I thought I banned you from the kitchen. Multiple times."

"How can I refuse the call to help my favorite pupil when she's in distress?"

"How did you even get through the spell on the door? I thought I finally got it right this time."

"You did, don't worry." Solomon smiled, "I just have a knack for getting into places if I try hard enough."

"…Yeah, that's true."

"You didn't have to agree so quickly."

"Just, sit on the stool then, if you want to stay. And don't touch anything."

"Yes, ma'am." Solomon did as told, sitting obediently on the stool near the door.

Soon, silence took over the small kitchen. Miri's pink curls bounced as she moved about, grabbing this spice or that spoon. Solomon watched her carefully, his hands itching to want to help her, despite knowing that she would get mad at him, again, for interfering with their food. He just couldn't help it sometimes. His knee bounced as he sat.

"Simeon told me what happened today at RAD. About how you'd twisted your ankle and that he had healed it after Mammon had held the salve hostage."

Miri froze, looking down at her healed leg, but remembering the events surrounding it.

"… I tried to stop him." She said, "but even after a good scolding, he still wouldn't listen, acting like a petulant child. It was so strange."

"Strange? Mammon normally is petty, if I remember correctly."

"Not like this." Miri turned the heat down under the pot, letting the stew simmer. "Usually after he realizes he's done wrong… well, he won't always openly apologize, but he would try to make things right."

"And… there was something else too." She pulled up her sleeve, showing white marks on her arm, Mammon's pact symbol most prevalent with a golden yellow glow.

"Sometimes, the glow dims, like I'm losing my connection to him." Pulling her sleeve up further, she showed more of her pact tattoos glimmering on her dark skin. All the glows that symbolized her connections to the seven demon brothers had grown dimmer.

"It feels that way with all of them. Like… I'm losing them. And…"

"And?" Solomon asked.

"I felt… weaker. Tired. Not just because of the connections, but… from myself too."

"How so?"

"When I tried to use the stay command, it didn't have as much force as it usually does. And, after the spell had taken hold… I felt.. dizzy."

"Hmm." Solomon frowned, putting a hand under his chin.

"I haven't felt like this when I used magic in a long time. Not since before I put on Lucifer's ring."

"Hmm…" Solomon said again, closing his eyes. "I didn't want to say anything, but if you're already experiencing your powers weakening…"

"My powers… weakening?"

"We're not in our own time, after all." Solomon said, "we don't have the connections we used to in our own time. As a result, since our connections are stretched so far across time rather than in physical space, it's being pulled tighter and tighter the longer we're here, in a place we're not supposed to be. Eventually, it might snap and we'll completely lose our magic, never able to go back 'home'."

A wooden spoon clattered on the floor. Solomon looked up, seeing his apprentice's wide, teary eyes.

"Never… able to go back?" Miri's voice sounded so fragile and tiny, Solomon felt she might break at any second. He stood up, his stool scraping as he wrapped her in his arms, hoping to stop her from falling apart.

"None of this is your fault, Miriam," said Solomon. "We'll find a way to get back to our time and figure out what this Nightbringer wants with you. We still have the majority of our powers left, remember?"

"'We'?" her voice shook, "you mean, you too?!"

" We still have the majority of our powers." he repeated firmly, "we'll figure out a way to get home, back to our own time, before we lose them completely."

He lifted her face to look at him, wiping her eyes with his thumbs.

"And didn't I just say a soup made with your tears wouldn't taste very good?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I meant it. Focus on the things you can control right now. There will be time for tears later. Right now, we need to eat to get our strength up, all right?"

She sniffled. "R-right."

"By the way… I think the soup could-"

She pushed against his chest, away from the stove.

"Touch it and I'll find some way to permanently kill you."

"Haha, my mistake," Solomon chuckled and returned to his stool, crossing his arms with a smile, watching on as his adorable little apprentice went back to making dinner, enjoying as the bounce slowly returned to her steps and her curls.

#fictober23 #fictober #krys's adventure's in fanfiction #shall we date: obey me #obey me #obey me oc #solomon (obey me) #miriam (obey me oc) #fluff

[tarmac-rat]

Then and Now

I saw a few people in the fandom doing this and I was a bit hesitant to put this together because I started screenshotting comparably late through my timeline-- I didn't have the confidence to attempt it until 1.5, and in some cases I still am a bit resistant to sharing-- but I thought "meh, I haven't talked about Riley and I still have all my old files, let's go back in time". So here's a bit more of an in-depth look into my V's evolution from launch until now:

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Version 1-- V1.0 - 1.2

This is probably the most radically different version of Riley I've made. I used different scarring, different facial cyberware, and different eye makeup, though I believe her body, eye, freckle, and earring presets have always been the same. Her chin is squarer and her face is a bit more angled, but back in the day I really enjoyed what I had come up with even if I never took her out for photographing.

The blue hair was darker than I really wanted it to be, but back in 1.0 it was pretty much the only option for light blue so I stuck with it lol. I ended up using the bob solely because I didn't really like 95% of the hairstyles and this was one of the only ones I could tolerate, but I honestly grew to dislike it for her after a while. I hated that it covered up her ears and I never found it really photographed that well because it hung in her eyes.

I actually still really like this facial build-- it doesn't suit Riley but I like how mean it looks, like a built in RBF-- and honestly I would probably try to reuse it for a different OC if I ever made one.

Version 2-- V1.2 - 1.4

This was the new version I built for another run-through on 1.2 and serves as the bridge between the original Riley and the current Riley. I switched the scars and the facial cyberware out to what I would eventually end up sticking with, but I still stubbornly stuck with the bob and somehow I made her face....softer? That wasn't my intention but her whole face has lost the bite it originally had-- I always refer to this version as my "Valley Girl" preset because idk I just always imagine that drawl coming out of this face.

Looking back on it I hate her lip preset on this face. IDK why they look so pink bc I don't have lip makeup on (I literally checked when taking the photos) but UGH they're just not a good fit for her they make her look too...is it mean of me to say "too happy"?

Yeah this one in hindsight is my least favorite it just doesn't look good on her based on what was I going for. Feel like I missed the mark big time.

I don't know why I added that neck tattoo lol it was spur of the moment.

Version 3-- V1.5 - 1.6

Current Riley! Remade during 1.5 when 1) I wanted to finally make a V I could screenshot and 2) we got the new cosmetics and finally got light electric-blue hair I always envisioned her having.

Finally buckled down and spent more than 15 minutes in the character creator. oven so I could properly sculpt her face. Got rid of the softness, gave her a bit more angles and a bigger nose, lightened her freckles a bit, gave her thicker eyebrows. AND I DITCHED THE BOB. BYE BOB GET OUTTA HERE.

Also finally got the chance to show off her ears-- bronze was another new preset added into 1.5 so that's what I chose, but I believe before that update all her piercings had been silver.

The one thing I wished I had done was give her a bit of a broader nose, but overall I'm pretty happy with this design and I've used it for over a year now.

I've always claimed that my V is about 55-60% accurate to how I imagined her because there's just so much I can't add in vanilla basegame, but this is probably as close as we can get with what I've been given haha.

Bonus: Below are first ever photos I took when I finally mustered the confidence to use my XBone screenshotter around the 1.5 drop. Vanilla definitely has it's limits, but I can at least say I've improved from my starting point-- definitely enough to know what decent lighting is:

#Cyberpunk 2077 #CP2077 #V #My V #Riley Aldana #Long Post #God that second build ages like sour milk the more I look at it #It REALLY does not suit her Idk what I was on back in June 2021 but whatever it is please keep it away from me again #We also won't talk about her 30 minute stint with the short mohawk it was a different time and it ain't like that no more lol #Aldi speaks

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"Prey or kin?"

So... This is my first attempt to write about others Farmer OCs. And I decided to write the first story about OC Nina, owned by @girls4zelda! The story is a bit short and maybe not very good, but I thought it was worth starting at least. Yep...

It's that time again....

The very time when she should run faster than the wind, into the dense forest. Away from Pelican Town, away from people. As far away as she can get, even farther than her forest cabin where she lives, into the dark woods. Nina can't afford to delay, she can already hear the call.... She can feel her fangs erupting, she can feel the thick, stiff fur on her once pale skin, her thoughts jumbling together, her ancient blood awakening.

A full silver moon adorns the clear night sky.

It is hunting time.

Scary, incomprehensible sounds, her own scream - not a scream, but a howl that pierced to the bone - that filled the dense forest. Nina was used to them by now; every full moon she had to go through it as if it were the first time. As if for the first time, all her senses sharpen to the absolute, as if for the first time she could feel her fellow lesser creatures not far from her and greet her with a long howl, for they know - this is their own, this is a member of the pack. How she again, as for the first time, feels clearly where the rabbits has run, delicious snacks, how she has already feel the tender fresh meat of a caught deer or elk in her mouth, how her pack is eating with her after great catch, how they run together again, free and unstoppable, driven by the Hunt.

How she felt that she was not alone now....

The stranger stood ten meters away from her. Too many conflicting emotions came over Nina. Her wild desire for a bloody hunt screamed that she had a good prey before her. Young, fresh, begging for her mouth. Her instinct screamed that it might be someone who would reverse the roles, that Nina herself would be the prey. For the stranger exuded the scent of steel, but not fear.

And yet, her mind, still human mind, already wanted to howl for the fool to flee, to run, to save their own life. Nina could control herself in wolf form, but not completely on a full moon...

Before Nina could do anything, the stranger took a couple steps forward, unhurried, cautious, but without a hint of terror or fear. Nina can hear the stranger's heart beating, it was steady and calm, and it was this fact that made her heart beat harder.

One more cautious step and Nina met him with a growl, a warning that one more step and blood would spill onto the dark grass.

The bright moon illuminated the young man's face with silver rays as soon as he stepped out from under the shade of the tall oaks. Nina's ruby eyes, red as blood, glared at another pair of gems: the right one was pure emerald, and the left one was blue like cold ice, with the colour exactly like the moonlight itself. And again, there was no fear in his eyes, only wonder, and even... curiosity.

Nina was struck by the fact that this young man was the same farmer's boy who had tripped over a stone a couple of days ago and dropped a basket of apples. Nina helped the slightly clumsy yellow-haired young man, and he gave her some of the most beautiful apples and smiled warmly in gratitude. Julian was his name, if she remember right... That image of a sweet and kind young man didn't fit with the man standing before her now.

The beast sees the hilt of sword behind his back, and she growls even more fiercely. She doesn't want to hurt him, only to scare him away, to make him run away, away from anyone who could hurt him.

From surprise, she, standing on four paws, backed up a little. Nina doesn't sense her kin in him, the blood of the Ancients doesn't flow in him. No, something else. Different...

Why then... he's got a kind of wolfish look in his eyes?

"I know this isn't a good time for conversation...", His voice spoke slowly but confidently, trying not to scare Nina even more, "Just know that I'm not your enemy".

A mist, imperceptible to human eyes, slightly shrouded the stranger, but Nina's sharp ruby eyes saw everything. The Deer, her usual prey in hunting, and the Wolf, her kin, twisted and weaved around the young man in an endless dance. They were watching her. Waiting, but what are they waiting for?

He smells like prey. At the same time, she feels like she's looking at her kin. He...

Who is he?

For all her life, this acquaintance definitely became the most unusual for Nina.

#farmer nina #farmer julian

[saiilorstars]

ch.9: And It All Came Crashing Down

Steve Rogers x OFC fic • squeeze your eyes for a Bucky Barnes x (2nd) OFC

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Steve followed Rumlow all the way to SHIELD dead silent, not having anything to say despite Rumlow's subtle attempts to get him talking. Knowing what he knew now, Steve knew that SHIELD was not the place to be honest. It was infested with liars and moles and double intentions and the worst part is that he didn't know who was who. He couldn't take the chance right now. Chloe was on the verge of a mental breakdown and Seren was only just escaping death now. Natasha was still in the gray area, truthfully.

He got into his stealth suit, his intuition just telling him it was better to be prepared in case anything happened. He was led to Alexander Pierce himself who was talking to a very familiar agent (just another reminder of the lies).

Sharon turned to leave Pierce and regarded Steve politely, even asking him how Seren was doing. Only out of gratitude for helping him save Seren, he answered her. He still kept his tone short and he did not look at her. Luckily, Sharon took the hint and continued on her way.

"How is Agent Soul?" Pierce asked once they were alone.

"Doing better now," Steve replied. She was practically kicking to get out of bed and back to work; she was back to her normal self. Still, he didn't add anything extra. He remembered Seren mentioning that the World Council wasn't exactly fond of her and her work.

"Good, that's good," Pierce nodded, leaving behind the subject soon after. "Well, I know introductions aren't very well needed from your end but I'm Alexander Pierce." He shook hands with Steve.

"It's an honor," Steve said quietly. What else could he say?

"The honor is mine, Captain. My father served in the 101st. Come on in." He led Steve inside his office and soon showed him a photo of himself with Fury. "That photo was taken five years after Nick and I met. When I was at the State Department in Bogota. ELN rebels took the embassy, and security got me out, but the rebels took hostages. Nick was deputy chief for the SHIELD station there. And he comes to me with a plan. He wants to storm the building through the sewers. I said, 'No, we'll negotiate' Turned out the ELN didn't negotiate, so they put out a kill order. They stormed the basement, and what did they find? They find it empty. Nick had ignored my direct order and carried out an unauthorized military operation on foreign soil. He saved the lives of a dozen political officers, including my daughter."

Not telling someone what he was going to actually do sounded exactly like something Nick Fury would do. "So you gave him a promotion."

"I've never had any cause to regret it. Captain, why was Nick in your apartment last night?"

Well, at least Pierce was direct. Steve would give him that.

"I don't know," Steve replied.

"You know he had the apartment bugged at one point?" Pierce saw the horrified look on Steve's face and took it as the answer. "Agent Winters made him take it down but Fury only allowed it on the condition that special Agent 13 take up an undercover post next door."

"That I knew," Steve said, "Because Agent Soul informed me once she found out."

"Mm…" Pierce didn't seem that surprised. Steve suspected that Seren's inability to fall in line with the lying part of the job is what made her undesirable in Pierce's mind. "I want you to see something." Pierce picked up a tablet on his desk and showed Steve footage of Batroc in an interrogation room.

"Is that live?" Steve asked, genuinely curious as he watched a SHIELD agent painlessly try to get information out of the man.

"Yeah, they picked him up last night in a not-so-safe house in Algiers."

"Are you saying he's a suspect? Assassination isn't Batroc's line."

"No, it's more complicated than that. Batroc was hired anonymously to attack the Lemurian Star and he was contacted by e-mail and paid by wire transfer. And then the money was run through seventeen fictitious accounts, the last one going to a holding company that was registered to a Jacob Veech."

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" Steve said just as Pierce handed him a file.

"Not likely. Veech died six years ago. His last address was 14-35 Elmhurst Drive. When I first met Nick, his mother lived at 14-37."

It took only a second for Steve to realize what Pierce was getting at. "Are you…are you saying Fury hired the pirates? Why?"

"The prevailing theory was that the hijacking was a cover for the acquisition and sale of classified intelligence. The sale went sour and that led to Nick's death."

And as much as Steve was irritated with Fury, he just couldn't see that being the reason. Fury was everything you believed, except a traitor. "If you really knew Nick Fury you'd know that's not true."

"Why do you think we're talking? See, I took a seat on the Council not because I wanted to but because Nick asked me to, because we were both realists. We knew that despite all the diplomacy and the handshaking and the rhetoric, that to build a really better world sometimes means having to tear the old one down. And that makes enemies. Those people that call you dirty because you got the guts to stick your hands in the mud and try to build something better. And the idea that those people could be happy today, makes me really, really angry. Captain, you were the last one to see Nick alive. I don't think that's an accident, and I don't think you do either. So I'm gonna ask again, why was he there?"

"He told me not to trust anyone," Steve said, "As well as Agent Winters."

"Mm, I wonder if that included them both," Pierce said with a small frown. "Agent Winters was also asked to make herself present." Steve started noting the growing irritation in the man's voice. "She takes too much liberty just because she's under — was under — Fury's direct orders."

"I asked her to stay with Agent Soul," Steve said, now really patting himself on the back for making Chloe stay behind. Something wasn't sitting right anymore and the further away they were from SHIELD, the better. "I'm sorry. Those were his last words. Excuse me." Something in his mind was yelling at him to get back to the hospital as fast as possible.

"Captain," Pierce's call stopped Steve by the door. "Somebody murdered my friend and I'm gonna find out why. Anyone gets in my way, they're gonna regret it. Anyone. Tell Agent Winters to report herself immediately."

Steve nodded. "Understood." Not in this lifetime. He picked up his pace down the hall to leave.

~ 0 ~

Seren was done lying down. As much as Chloe told her not to, Seren pushed herself into a sitting position on the bed. She wasn't stupid. She took the opportunity as soon as Natasha stepped out of the room for a moment.

"Alright Chloe, whatever you need to say, say it now or I swear to God that I'm gonna get out of this bed right now!"

"Seren, please don't over-exert yourself," Chloe came around Seren's bedside to get her to lie back down but unfortunately, she was no Steve Rogers and so Seren easily shoved her away.

"Enough with that!" Seren practically yelled. "I am not lying back down, I am not just going to stay here and do nothing while God knows what is happening out there!"

Chloe panicked when Seren started swinging her legs to the side of the bed with all the intentions of getting up. "Okay, okay, okay!" Chloe threw her hands in front of her. "I'll talk but just — put your — please stay in bed!"

"Then talk," Seren said through gritted teeth. "Who the hell killed Nick?"

"I-I'm pretty sure it was the Ghost—"

"I don't know who the hell this 'Ghost' is!" snapped Seren. "But I'm willing to bet that you already told Steve because he had this look on his face that I..." She shook her head. "And I'm trying not to feel offended because we've known each other longer than you've known him."

Chloe sighed and started pacing in front of the bed. "It's not good, Seren. It's really not good."

"I can tell," Seren said, gesturing to Chloe's current act. "What is going on?"

Chloe stopped pacing for a moment to meet Seren's waiting eyes. Her stomach was in knots. Steve was right, she had to tell Seren everything but how? Years worth of secrets were about to come to the surface and all of them were going to hurt her best friend. "You know that I'm very grateful with you, right?"

Seren sighed. She knew a tactic when she saw one. "Yes..."

Chloe licked her upper lip nervously. "Then you know that no matter what, I do not regret meeting you."

Seren raised an eyebrow at Chloe. "Why do you say that?"

"You have to understand that if I didn't say anything before is because I truly thought — I truly believed — that keeping you in the dark was the better option. I didn't want to put you in more danger and I just didn't want to disillusion you with something that has been your entire life."

"'Disillusion'?" Seren frowned. "Why-why do you say that? What didn't you tell me about?"

"Just remember that no matter what, it wasn't all fake and that there are people who truly adore you and appreciate all your work," Chloe said, stopping her pacing to face Seren. "Like me—"

"Chloe—"

"—and Natasha, Fury, definitely Steve—"

"CHLOE!"

"There's moles in SHIELD!" Chloe blurted and for a long while, there was nothing but silence.

Seren's lips parted as she gasped with Chloe's words. Very slowly, but surely, her eyebrows pinched together and her nose scrunched. "What the hell did you just say?"

Chloe passed her hands through her hair, hoping that she wasn't going to sound as crazy as the story was. "There are moles in SHIELD. Too many to count and we don't know who's one and who's not except for me, obviously you and Steve, then Natasha and Maria. Fury, of course is a given."

"What?" Seren glanced at her monitoring machine and wondered if the meds had affected her hearing.

"It's true, I swear," Chloe said once she realized what Seren was thinking. "There's moles within SHIELD and some of them, or maybe all of them, have been trying to hurt me ever since I joined."

Seren's eyes flickered to Chloe. "Excuse me?"

Chloe sighed. "Ever since I joined S.H.I.E.L.D., somebody—people—have been stalking me. In the beginning, they tried to kill me but then they stopped. They just...watched. I knew they were there, no matter how much I traveled. They wanted to kidnap me, I knew it. There were subtle attempts but they hadn't tried to kill me anymore until today."

"Oh my God, I am going insane..." Seren went to rip out her monitors from her fingers when Chloe pushed her hands away.

"No, stop! I'm telling you the truth!"

"What!?" Seren exclaimed. "You're telling me that the place I have worked for since I was a kid, basically, is filled with liars and murderers!? Stalkers!?" There was absolutely no way to describe what she felt and Chloe was conscious enough of the fact to not be offended that for a split moment, Seren didn't believe her. "I-I have worked there my entire life. I have—"

"I know," Chloe sighed. "You have given so much to...to people who didn't deserve it. And you have no idea how sorry I am—"

"No," Seren gritted her teeth. "This isn't...this isn't happening, no." She shook her head.

"I would have told you but...Fury thought it would be best to keep the circle between just us."

"Fury?" Seren frowned. "He did this?"

"He helped me, Seren," Chloe said before Seren started throwing any accusations around. "He made sure that only he knew the exact locations of my missions. It's why they were always spontaneous and all over the world. He had to keep the moles out my business."

And then something struck Seren's mind, something that she had dismissed because she felt compeltely awful for ever doubting in the first place...

"Do you realize that you've been working here for years and you didn't even know that your Agent Winters has little, almost nothing, to prove that she actually works for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"That's impossible," Seren said flatly. "I've written reports about Chloe over her time here. In fact, I was the one who brought her to S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place. I've seen her grow up from a teenager into a young woman."

"Yeah? Well there's nothing to show for it."

"Stark knew..." Seren mumbled. Her hands fell one either side of her and gripped the bed. "Stark told me this the first time we met. He told me...he told me that your record had very little to show that...that you worked for SHIELD." She raised her head to see Chloe's guilt-riddened face. "And then I went—" she pointed at herself, "—and got your file out and it was—"

Chloe nodded. "It was filled with all your reports about me." Seren was shell-shocked. "Yeah, I...I knew that would happen. Fury, he...he—"

"He fixed it," Seren said sharp enough to make Chloe wince. "He lied. Oh my God..." She brought her hands up to her hair. "I hate liars and you...you have been lying to me for years?"

"Seren, I didn't want to, I was...I was scared. I'm sorry!" Chloe swallowed hard. "I truly thought that this was the only way to keep you and everyone else safe. It's why I never contacted my parents again, why I kept my visits to my aunt and cousin very short. But I never thought that...that they would try to hurt you."

"What?"

"It was a mistake of targets. Seren, the cyanide poison was meant for me, not you. My chocolates were poisoned, I know they were. They had to be. Cyanide kills humans. You just got lucky you're not entirely human."

"Cyanide poisoning can be reversed if treated on time," Seren recited by memory. "SHIELD is very thorough with training. That's the training I was taking as a frikin teenager. Because that's where my life has been..." She didn't want them but tears were pooling in her eyes. "They were trying to kill you...or kidnap you..."

"It's the tech piece and the Hive Mind," Chloe said quietly, her own eyes glistening with tears. "It's gotta be. I touched something I shouldn't have and the people who owned the tech want it back. There's always been something wrong but we never had the evidence to support it."

"You could have said something," Seren gritted her teeth. "I have always defended S.H.I.E.L.D. from everyone, including my own family! And now they may actually be right!?"

"I'm really sorry Seren—"

Seren raised a finger to stop Chloe. "You have been lying to me for years?" Chloe nodded silently. Seren brought her hands to her forehead, pulling back her hair as she took in a deep breath. "I brought you in...I wanted you to be safe. But instead I brought you into more danger…"

"Seren, it's not your fault," Chloe quickly said. "You are the least culpable party in this. Whatever has happened at S.H.I.E.L.D….you have always been the best of it. You...you're Stardust. You saved my life—"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes!" Chloe exclaimed. "Because if you hadn't found me, those people might have kidnapped me a long time ago. I may not have made it."

Seren stayed quiet. Chloe looked close to crumbling. She looked far younger today, almost like the 17 year old she found in the abandoned building. But she was also furious. She was furious at everything around her.

"I'm sorry, Seren," Chloe sniffed. "I know I shouldn't beg you not to be angry with me because I deserve it. I deserve your anger but you're the only person I have who I can really trust. My family hates me and I can't imagine where I'll be if you end up hating me too!" She got down on her knees in front of Seren and grabbed both her hands. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Seren was gently pulled with Chloe's sobs but she didn't say anything. She was speechless, and yet her mind was spiraling with so many different thoughts and feelings. The whole time she thought she was doing something good for the world, she could have been doing someone's dirty work instead. She gave up so many years of her life — some would say her entire life — and now she comes to learn that it was all for nothing?

"Chloe, get up," she ordered. "First of all, it's a hospital, the floors are disgusting — get up." She shook her hands until it forced Chloe to get back up.

Chloe's entire face was stained with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You have every right to hate me."

"I don't..." Seren let out a heavy breath. "I don't hate you, Chloe. I can't. But that doesn't mean that I'm happy with you right now. Or anyone else for that matter."

Chloe wiped her tears with the backs of her hands. "You should only be mad at me. Nobody else knew, except for Fury of course."

"And Natasha? What about Steve? I mean, that is why you two were acting so strange before he left."

"Oh God no!" Chloe panicked when she saw new ire flash across Seren's eyes. "Neither of them knew! I just told Steve the truth and that was only because he and Natasha basically cornered me. But I swear that Steve didn't lie to you. He told me that...that I had to tell you. Either I did, or he would. Don't get mad at him because of what I did."

Seren swallowed hard. "He didn't lie?"

"No," Chloe said, quickly bending down in front of Seren again. She took both of Seren's hands in hers. "God, everything is already so wrong, I don't want to ruin anything else for you."

As angry as Seren was, and she was, she couldn't help the heavy feeling that settled in her stomach knowing what she knew now. "That...that's my entire life," she whispered. "My whole life has always been about SHIELD. All the countless arguments with my parents...my mother and my grandmother hate each other because of this. Because of me...because I worked for them..."

Chloe began to shake her head. "N-n-n-no, this isn't on you. It's not even on Atria. Some bad people decided to infiltrate something that was supposed to be good."

"Yeah, but..." Seren's expression began to crack and suddenly the anger that was once there was quickly being replaced with anguish. "Chloe, that's been my life! My—my—!"

Chloe started to hear the monitor beeping and realized Seren's pressure was rising. "Oh God, Seren you have to calm down!"

"I can't!" Seren cried. "SHIELD is a whole lie! You've been — you've been stalked for years, almost killed! Everything I know is a lie!" And then she panicked when she thought about the implications it meant for others. "Oh my God!" Her eyes widened. "My parents! My-my phone! Where's my phone!? I have to tell them what's happening!"

Chloe continued to hear the monitor practically raging at this point. "Seren, I'm begging you to calm down! You're still not completely well—"

"I DON'T CARE!" Seren then looked at her hands and started ripping off any monitors attached to her.

"No! Stop that!" Chloe hurried to put things back on her but she was no match against Seren's strength. Seren would push her hands away every time and rage about her phone and getting to talk with her parents.

Natasha came rushing in with a 'what the hell is going on?' and immediately went to help Chloe put Seren down. "God, Winters, what the hell!?" Natasha couldn't help but blame Chloe just a little bit. "She's supposed to be taking it easy—"

"I know!" Chloe exclaimed, already ridden with guilt about everything else. "But she's—"

"Screw this, and sorry in advance, Seren!" Natasha quit trying and ran out of the room again.

"Get off me! Get off!" Seren continued to yell against Chloe's hands. A few seconds later, her fears returned in full-fledged form as a few nurses came rushing into the room. "N-n-n-n-n-no!" She immediately pulled her hands away from Chloe.

"Wait, wait—" Chloe was shoved to the side by one of the nurses and as she tried moving on them again, Natasha came back inside. "Natasha, what—"

"It's for her own good!" Natasha said, yanking Chloe to her side.

"That's for her own good?" Chloe said incredulously, gesturing towards the chaotic scene of nurses trying to put Seren down.

Seren screamed and thrashed against the nurses, begging for them to leave her alone. One of the nurses managed to inject her with a sedative and little by little, the cries and thrashes slowed. Seren's words slurred and finally, she fell unconscious.

Chloe felt completely awful. As soon as the nurses left, she hurried to Seren's bedside. "I did this...I did this to her...I told her everything..."

"Gave her a crisis," Natasha said, coming up to the foot of the bed. Chloe glared at her. "Don't look at me like that, Winters. She was going to have a whole breakdown and neither you nor I are strong enough to keep her down."

"What are we going to tell Steve when he comes back and he sees this?"

Natasha shrugged. "Exactly what I just said. I'm sure he'd rather have her here then rampaging down the block in her state. Besides, Seren's metabolism runs faster so the sedative won't last as long."

"And if she wakes up in another crisis?"

"Then we'll do the same thing."

Chloe ran a hand from her forehead through her hair. "This isn't how things were supposed to go. What the hell do we do now? I'm supposed to go to SHIELD..."

"No you're not. Not until Steve gets back and we know exactly what's going on. Until then grab a chair and make yourself comfortable." Natasha started making her way out of the room when Chloe called to her.

"What are you going to do?"

"Get a snack," Natasha said, "Maybe some gum," she said before disappearing.

Chloe had no idea what to do so she grabbed the chair in the room and pulled it close to Seren's bedside and sunk down.

~ 0 ~

Lately, Steve felt like he was running faster than ever. He couldn't reach the hospital any sooner and he had done everything to get there as fast as possible. He practically fled SHIELD and to avoid any trackers on him, he abandoned his stealth suit and grabbed some normal clothes. He wanted to appear normal but that was impossible given how he dashed down the corridors. He couldn't help it.

SHIELD was coming after him and no doubt Chloe. And where was Chloe right now? With Seren.

His anxiety calmed for a brief moment when he saw Natasha standing outside Seren's room keeping guard. He gave her a slight nod then stopped at the vending machine just two doors down. He looked down at the choices and...panicked. The USB he'd stuck in there wasn't there anymore. Before he could even think about where it went, he heard footsteps draw behind him followed by the distinct sound of bubblegum popping. He looked up and saw Natasha's reflection on the vending machine. She blew a bright pink bubble with her gum and popped it like nothing.

After everything he'd gone through, everything his friends and girlfriend went through...Steve snapped.

He whirled around and seized Natasha's arm. He dragged her down the end of the hall and shoved her into one of the small break rooms, straight up against the wall. "Where is it!?" He demanded.

Even through all that, Natasha wasn't at all phased. "Safe," she barely uttered when Steve slammed her on the wall again.

"Do better!"

Natasha had never seen him that irate about something, nor that aggressive. "Where'd you get it?" She said curiously. Her mind was working up some plausible reasons for this behavior. "What happened at SHIELD?"

Steve towered over her. "Why would I tell you?" He was well aware that she was studying his new change of clothes.

"Fury gave it to you," she worked it out. "But why?"

"What's on it?"

"I don't know—"

"Stop lying!" Steve snapped through gritted teeth.

"I only act like I know everything, Rogers!"

"I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn't you?" Of course as soon as he asked the question, Steve knew that she didn't.

For a brief moment, Natasha allowed her bewilderment before she reclaimed her coolness. "Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you."

"I'm not gonna ask you again…too many people have been hurt because you all keep lying."

"It's a game, Rogers. We all have to play it in this line of work."

"Not everyone," Steve said, eyeing her until she admitted that the 'game' had not been played by every single employee.

Natasha barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "We get it. You like Soul."

"Natasha, I swear to God—"

"I know who killed Fury." The certainly in Natasha's tone brought Steve to a pause. "So does Winters, she just doesn't know it."

Steve's brows furrowed. "The Ghost?"

Natasha nodded. "Winters told me everything and I realized who she was talking about. Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."

"So he is a ghost. A ghost story," Steve almost rolled his eyes. He needed facts right now, not stories.

"Don't be fooled," Natasha said. "Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me." Natasha lifted part of her shirt to reveal a scar on the side of her stomach. It couldn't be faked. "Soviet slug, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis."

Steve was dead silent. She wasn't a mole. "Yeah..." he stepped back from her, "I bet you look terrible in them now."

Natasha wanted to smile. "Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried." She raised the USB for him to take. "Like you said, he's a ghost story."

Steve took the USB from her. "Well, let's find out what the ghost wants. I'm pretty sure it has to involve, at least partly, a scared blonde with an alien tech piece in her head. Stalking her?"

Natasha shrugged. "First step in a long plan."

"Maybe. But I'm not interested in learning what the next step is."

"What happened at SHIELD?" Natasha made a clear point of looking Steve over with his clothes. She heard him sigh. "Not good?"

"Very," Steve said, letting his head hang low. "Chloe can't go back there. I'm going to take her and get out of here before they think to look here."

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. "What? And leave Seren here?"

"I hate it but I need to keep her safe and out of this."

"I hate to break it to you but Seren know everything and she didn't take it very well..."

Steve looked at Natasha for a moment. "What do you mean...?"

Natasha didn't say anything but her face spoke volumes. Alarmed, Steve bolted from the break room and hurried down the hall to reach Seren's room. He ran inside and found Chloe sitting beside an unconscious Seren in bed.

"What happened!?" He looked at Chloe who quickly stood up. He moved around her to Seren's side, lowering to her level.

"I told her everything," Chloe said behind him. "And she..."

"She had a breakdown," Natasha finished for her.

Steve wasn't surprised by the news. He was almost mad with himself for not being there when it happened to help Seren get through it. He passed a hand through her hair, sighing to himself. "I'm sorry, Seren." It had to be hard finding out the truth about SHIELD.

"We had to sedate her," Natasha explained. "She was freaking out, trying to get out of here."

"And I'm sure the sight of the doctors must have really helped," Steve said, glancing back at the woman with a slight edge in his face.

"We did what we had to," said Natasha while Chloe ducked her head.

"How long has she been out?"

"Couple hours now. If you want to run, we can wake her."

"Run?" Natasha frowned.

Natasha ignored her and told Steve that Seren metabolized sedations quicker. "Waking her up would speed up the process."

"I don't..." Steve rubbed his forehead. He only had two options and neither of them were sitting well with him. He was supposed to help Seren and neither option would be helping her at all.

"If she wakes up and finds out that you ran without her, she'll never forgive you," Natasha said like she'd read the thought off his head. Steve glared at her, but she shrugged and stuck to her stance.

"Wait, running from what? What is going on?" Chloe demanded an answer from either one.

"SHIELD is coming after me because I didn't give Pierce what he wanted," Steve said. "And then I was attacked by Rumlow and his STRIKE crew. They want you too, Chloe. We need to go."

"Oh god..." Chloe pushed down a lump in her throat. "It's started..."

"And if you two run, it's only a matter of time until they reach Seren," Natasha continued to advocate for the unconscious agent. "In her state, they could do so many things to her..."

Steve scowled. Absolutely not. "Natasha, get her some clothes. Chloe, get her things. We don't have a lot of time."

Natasha gave a nod and quickly left the room. Chloe went to Seren's belongings left on a table in the corner of the room. Steve then started taking off the monitors off Seren's hands while gently trying to wake her up.

"C'mon, Seren, just wake up for a little bit, please?" He shook her a bit. "Just a moment, sweetheart, and then I promise you can go back to sleep again." He slid an arm under her neck and another under her legs. "Chloe?"

"Ready!" Chloe rushed to him.

Steve had no choice but to lead the way out with Seren in his arms. They met Natasha halfway down the hallway and then together hurried towards the elevator. Naturally, the sight of them caught various employees' attention.

"Winters, what are you doing?" Natasha muttered as they hurriedly reached the entrance of the hospital. She had already scared off a few employees trying to near them and she was ready to continue it but the fact that Chloe was making time for a text message was a bit over the top.

"Seren may have been frantic about things but she did make a point about her family," Chloe said, briefly meeting Steve's glance. "She wanted to tell them to be careful and I...I think she had a point now. If SHIELD is coming for us, and we have Seren now, what do you think they're going to do to her family in order to get to us?"

Steve didn't have to think too much to know the answer. "Do it. But keep it brief. Let them know that Seren's safe with us." He led them down a small hallway just at the entrance. "And tell Rebeca too. Seren's team might be in danger too." He stopped in front of the women's restroom. "Natasha?"

Natasha had thought just like him and got on it. "Yup. Chloe?"

Chloe quickly sent a brief joint text to Seren's grandmother and parents. She then sent another message to Rebeca and dropped Seren's phone on the phone, stomping on it for good measure. Meanwhile, Steve let Seren's body down between Chloe and Natasha and the two brought her inside the women's restroom for a quick change.

Steve kept looking around for anyone suspicious and thankfully nobody showed up. He was relieved that when the women returned, Seren was semi-conscious. She was blinking in a dazed manner, and tired. He felt awful and that was still an understatement.

"She's not entirely there," Chloe said as Steve helped Seren stay on her feet. He was basically keeping her up by the waist and even then he had to still lift her on their way out of the hospital.

"How'd you get her to wake up in the first place?" He asked curiously.

"Rough..." Seren mumbled the word and leaned her head on his arm. "Natasha..."

Steve sent a look towards Natasha. He thought about asking her what exactly she had done to wake Seren up but he quickly decided that knowing the answer would probably make him feel worse.

"Where exactly are we going now?" Chloe asked once they were on the street.

"We need to figure out what your ghost friend wants," Natasha answered her and ignored Chloe's confused glance.

"You say 'friend' like I had a choice in the matter."

"It's the fact that you weren't killed that worries me," Natasha said and that time, Chloe's head whipped in her direction.

"Uh, thanks?"

"The Winter Soldier murders, so that begs the question as to why you weren't put on the same hit list," Natasha explained. "What do you have that the others didn't?" Chloe didn't need to ponder about it. "And" — Natasha continued before Chloe even opened her mouth — "why was it so special that they didn't just rip it out of you?"

Chloe's eyes widened in horror. Steve didn't blink. Leave it to Natasha to ask the cold hard questions and out loud. He had thought about it too but didn't want to freak Chloe out more than she already was.

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

I finished reading YAMQN 🧍‍♀️... It feels good but also not. Like you did it, you actually wrote it start to end and I was here witnessing it while unfolding. But at the same time there will be it no more (not counting the sequels). I will be re-reading it on loop, thanks

Let's go through the things I got right about the end then hihi

• oc shoving that dagger straight into gyu's heart

• oc bleeding in gyu's arms after getting pierced through the womb

• tyun watching her blood run while restrained by the neck and hands unable to do anything

• the general outline of that last conversation between oc and tyun

• wonyoung becoming a decent state leader

Aside from those things I must admit there were some scenes that came up quite unexpectedly. I did not expect oc to actually make friend, and it was actually quite interesting to see her realize that she was not the only woman with marital problems and also see the level of sacrifices those woman were making to keep their relationships standing socially while oc just impulsively threw it all to shit and made it everyone's problem - it really showed how sheltered and alienated she was her how life, how narrow and self-centered her world view has always been, and it was good to see her witness first hand her actions immediately bearing consequences to someone else. The smut scene following that happening was also interesting to read, but not in a joyful way... the way he just took it what she was doing to him despite not wanting and not enjoying it was truly sad (and served as very upfront reminder that he was also sexualy violated in the past), I felt genuinely bad for him and the fact that oc didn't pay it half a mind and just kept going as if it was nothing serious left me in indignation , specially considering how often she reminds him of the time she was violated by him. Another thing that struck me weirdly was tyun using the pearl necklace at his execution... you could say it's symbolic or poetic but it read as such a petty thing to me because, as far as he knew at that time, those was his last moments and he decided it was a good idea to spell it out to her and only her that "it's your fault I an gonna die here", wich is true but are you shure that's what you want your last breath to be dedicated to? Where was the honorable dignified man in you?Are you, tyun, really gonna use your last breath to provoke and guilt trip a woman you never had the courage to say you loved? Congrats, it worked, and now she is dead... happy now? Ugh

I must say however that Oc's reaction to Gyu saying he will get it right next time was quite funny... she was so done with everything, at this point she was preparing mentally to just die in peace, and there he comes announcing that was just the first chapter of the book. Poor thing was trash at some moments, yes, but i felt for her when she sounded pissed that she couldn't catch a break even in death.

~♡anon

i knooooow i can't believe i actually finished it and didn't abandon it at some point. the main reason i always felt in such a rush to write it is because i was afraid i'd lose the motivation and not finish it but here we are

you got so much stuff right babe i was so excited to tell you but couldn't (well except that one time lmao)

i mean she didn't impulsively throw it away. she had the right to since he raped her but yes it definitely showed her that the other women at least suffered a lot too and that's why everyone was telling her to shut up and take it. ofc it doesn't justify it but it explains it. funny thing is maybe if she had known this earlier she wouldn't have tried to run away lol

oc is very much a hypocrite when it comes to acknowledging what she's done to gyu and what he had done to him. like ofc she shouldn't just be glad he owns her but he did save her and her entire family and he gave her so much and treated her better than most other women (before it all went to shit--well even after that). he even offered to give up his title for her but she didn't want to give up the life she wanted (she had her reasons too and i sympathize with her but the point is she didn't really acknowledge it) and ofc gyu's rape. and here she is telling him to shut up and let her use him to make herself feel more in control and he just sits there and takes it and again she doesn't acknowledge it. yes she says that he'll do anything for her yadda yadda but she doesn't take into account the sacrifice of it

oh man the pearl necklace thing. i was in such a pickle about that. i was originally planning to have him wear the necklace like an eyepatch (like you suggested before) and for that to have pushed oc over the edge (i needed an extra nudge for her because she really really didn't want to kill gyu lmao) but i thought that with her being pregnant and married to gyu now, it just wouldn't make sense for tyun to wear the necklace in a way that would imply he has retains affection for her. so i thought about him wearing it around his neck to really drive home the point she's killing him. but i had the same reservation as you, in that it's not like him to be petty like that but i gave it some thought and i decided you know what, he can be petty. he threw a tantrum when he saw her wearing gyu's gifts and called them tacky (which, derserved, but you know), he sent her a message calling her a whore, implying he wouldn't have pursued her if he knew she was "ruined", he retaliated when she would confront him by belittling her and her emotions... so for that moment, as he was getting ready for his execution by his ex's lover, his ex that allowed herself to be impregnated by the man trying to kill him... yeah he was going to be petty. but yeah i definitely see where you're coming from.

oc was like "not this shit again" lol. i originally had oc being in favor of it and even her last words being "you better keep your promise" but as the chapters progressed i just felt oc's fatigue with all of it. she's tired of it all--tired of gyu's tricks, tired of fighting herself, tired of being made to feel like shit, tired of being used... she's just over it.

#mort talks #yamqn #♡anon

[marune2]

Johan Faust and the true abaut he’s dad chapter 2

Josele canty is @loosesodamarble oc and this is a colap whit her🤭 have a nice day and thank you my dear Loo for this I love do colap whit you

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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Johan." Josele knelt down in front of Johan and reached out to hug him. "It's hard to explain but I-"

Johan pulled away. His big, teary eyes pierced through Josele as he continued to sob, "If Lucifugus is so terrible and hurt you, why does papa love him? What did he do?!"

The weight of Johan's world was on Josele's shoulders in that moment. And the burden of it...

"Johan... This will be hard to understand but Heinrich loved Lucifugus long before he ever hurt me and Nacht. He didn't even *know* until a few years back," Josele said, doing her best to explain. "And the thing about Lucifugus is..." Her gaze lowered to her lap and she watched her hands fidget. "He's a person. And people are... complicated. They aren't all good or all evil. People are just themselves and they do good and bad things. Lucifugus is a person who did good things for your papa but did a bad thing to me and Nacht."

Johan shook his head.

"But why did my dad hurt you and Nacht?" he asked, his body trembling with his overwhelming emotions. "What makes him so bad that people don't wanna talk about him? And why does papa love someone that everyone hates?" His tears fell faster.

Josele just look’s sad at him „you dad did take someone imposante from us but you papa did he safe and give him some imposante Person back as fare I know things are complicated Johan nothing is black and white it’s give many grey colors here….“

Johan stare at here and rubbing he’s teary eyes „oh……this is why he did take a important person from your…..

Josele looks sad at the child in front of her“yes…“

Johan stop crying „so this is why the person whas imposante too many of you and most of you are mad this he is taken……..“Johan remembers the name of the person she mean he did he’s name……

Josele looks whit sad eyes at Johan „yes pretty mush Johan I’m sorry“

Johan loos oddly sad tired but better now but Stare josele in the eyes again „now I understand your I don’t know if Nacht did tell you this but I did in hired dad’s second Magic I did use it one time I did see Nacht’s face…..do josele do you think I going too hurt you and Nacht like dad did do it’s this why Nacht did not like my many years and did stare at my like this?

"If I'm to be perfectly honest..." Josele started.

She stared at Johan. At his big eyes full of youthful innocence, part of which Josele had now ruined. At his tears and heavy frown from genuine heartbreak. At his nubby horns and barely developed wings which gave away his devilish nature. Still so young. Johan was young and kind and unknowing of the world. Josele reached out and this time Johan let her touch him. She wiped away his tears.

"You are your dad's son. And you've inherited his magic. But you aren't him," Josele stated calmly. "I don't think you'll hurt me and Nacht, not on purpose at least."

Johan jolted slightly. "D-dad hurt you by accident too..." His form wilted and more tears started to fall.

"But unlike your dad, you know me and Nacht. You love us and you'd be sorry if you hurt us, right?"

Johan mutely nodded.

"Your dad didn't know better and never said sorry. But I'm sure you will. And so it'll be okay. Does that make sense?" Josele asked while patting Johan on the head.

Johan stared at Josele for a moment before shaking his head.

"Confusing, huh?" Josele laughed.

"Uh-huh..."

„It‘s ok Johan whit time you will understand ok?

„uh huh josele…“

„You are young Johan but understand I believe in you we believe in you your have a good heart Johan I did see you grown up too you young lovely child“

Johan look’s stopped crying again at josele „uhu I understand thank you josele I don’t let you down I will protect you all I promise“

Josele looks whit a small smile at Johan he is so pure and genuinely „it’s ok but right now we will take care of us all ok?“

Johan stare at josele whit a more happy face“ ok thank you this you did tell my the truth josele I will go now and think…“

Josele smile then at Johan „it’s ok the talk whas hart for both of us a little rest will doing well“

Johan looks too josele and go then away too he’s room

Josele looks after Johan it’s whas indeed a hart talk Johan is so a lovely child……hopefully he will doing well…..

End

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[bluberrysimppage]

Doodles

Asher (demon oc) x Ivy(s/i)

Scrolling on her phone mindlessly at her desk, Ivy  looked at the time...{3:45 p.m.} She groaned letting her head hit the desk, she had successfully wasted 2 1/2 hours of her day scrolling through YouTube...again. Yet that seemed the only fun thing to do. She couldn't go outside, it was raining. She couldn't go out somewhere, it was crowded. It was just her and her little demon boy Asher.

Said demon boy was just in his closet figuring out how her makeup works. He couldn't figure out why any human would find pleasure in putting baked on powder and glorified mud on their face, even if it was to make themselves quote look "conventionally more attractive" he didn't see the point in it.  Much of why he preferred those who don't wear much makeup, if any.

And also what made him love Ivy so much more. She was natural, and sure she had her insecurities but she didn't waste her time covering them up and making herself appear different for others approval. Yeah she had her bad days but she doesn't have a makeup routine followed specifically in order to keep up the same appearance. In fact, Asher loved everything about her. Her freckles were so cute. And her eyes were almost heavenly to look into. He just couldn't believe how strong she was both inside and out.

Eventually, Asher gave up on trying to entertain himself with the products found in her drawer so he slowly waltzed his way out of his closet and over to where Ivy was sat, still face down into the smooth surface of the wooden desk.

As he got closer he heard her muffled voice say

"What do you want Asher I'm kinda busy"

"Busy doingggggggg what? Inspecting your desk?"

Her brows furrowed as she looked to the demon boy with annoyance. This rose a quick laugh from Asher. He knew she hated his antics, but he also knew she truly loved them, too.

His devilish smirk slowly turned to a soft expression as he made his way to kneel beside her, laying his head on the side of her chair. "I'm bored" he said, looking up to the girl. She turned her head to meet his eyes. The piercing blue mixed with the dazzling red dancing around in his eyes. She always thought his eyes were beautiful. Giving a soft smile, she rolled back in her chair causing Asher to slump over at the sudden change in support.

"Well, what do you wanna do?" He was annoyed at her question, he just said he was bored, that means he doesn't know what to do. She sat there looking into his eyes expectantly. Her expression was so soft, he just wanted to cup her face and nuzzle his nose on hers. But instead of giving in, an idea sparked in his mind which led a hint of blush to cover his nose, ears, and cheeks. Turning his attention to the floor he began "uh well I do maybe have one idea..."

Ivy's eyes became more curious, she leant forward, cuing him to continue. She noticed the blush across his face, so she could only imagine which direction this conversation was gonna turn.

  "Can I maybe doodle on your hand..?"

Out of anything that was in her mind, she least expected Asher to say that. But at the same time, she didn't mind it, she found it cute that he was so blushy over just asking to doodle on her hand.

With a chuckle, she obliged. She rolled back over to her desk and got some pens and colored markers. She set them out on her desk before laying her hand down flat on the table. She looked at her hand, then back at Asher expectantly.

"Well?"

Asher had a stunned look on his face. Probably because he couldn't believe she actually agreed to doing his out-of-the-blue idea. A smile soon spread his features as he shuffled over to the desk. Taking a black pen he then gently pulled her hand over to him. Gently caressing her delicate fingers in his palm he felt his blush appearing again. He felt her eyes on him. Getting embarrassed, he tugged her hand closer to him, turning around and blocking her view of his work. "Hey-" He heard her exclaim. "You do know I'm attached to that hand right?"

With a smirk, he tugged her into him again. But this time, she adjusted her seating swinging her leg around his waist. Noticing this action Asher's blush easily got four shades darker. Feeling her laying up against his back made his head spin. He lost total concentration on what he was about to draw. You see, it would have been fine had she laid up against his side. But his back? Since his wings got clipped his back was very sensitive, and very vulnerable too.

And to have her laying flush up against his back like that. His mind was doing backflips. Clearing his throat trying to mask the blush that overwhelmed his face, Asher tried to regain his composure. Studying her hand again he finally began drawing.

The icy tip of the ballpoint pen suddenly making contact with her skin made her jump a little. I mean, she did sit there for a bit without any movement from him at all, it surprised her.  She laid her head against his shoulder blade, trying to concentrate on what he could be drawing. A couple of minutes passed with no sound between the two of them. Ivy finally spoke up " Sooo whatcha drawing bud?" 

Ashers arms tensed around her hand. He quickly glanced back over his shoulder saying "It's a surprise, be patient." Ivy rolled her eyes and slumped back down resting her forehead on his back making Asher smile. He let out a chuckle which Ivy felt. "I bet you're having the time of your life with this, huh?" she asked teasingly. "Oh yes I am sweetheart~" This made Ivy blush and tense her hand. "Aww someone is getting flustered?" She mentally facepalmed for letting her emotions take control of the hand he was working on. "Am not" "Mmmm seems like you areee~" "Sh-shut up and keep working on my hand" "Alrighty then princess" 

Another couple of minutes passed by with him doodling on her fingers and over the back of her hand before he finally put the pen down and let out a sigh. Ivy was about to fall asleep when he nudged her head with his shoulder. Opening her eyes with a groan she looked over Ashers shoulder. "Can I finally see it?" "Yeah..." 

He slowly let go of Ivy's hand letting her see the work he has made. Ivy's excitement peaked as she excitedly got her hand back. Laying it flat on his back, she thoughtfully studied her hand. Tiny doodles of space ships, cards, lightning bolts, and different symbols scattered her hand. Little stick figures made their way across her fingers like they were dancing. But her eyes were mainly drawn to the specific little clover he drew on the inside of her wrist. Unlike all of the other doodles being heavily outlined in black ink, this one was dainty with a thin outline. It was quite cute to be honest. 

"You're awfully quiet back there...are my drawings that good it just- took your breath away~" Ivy rolled her eyes at the comment. "Oh yeah definitely~  I did have a question though"

 She got up out of the chair. Asher sighed at missing warmth to his back but he turned to face her anyways. She held out her arm pointing to the little clover. Her sudden actions making Asher laugh to himself.  He gently took her hand again looking in her eyes then back to the doodle he made just moments ago. It was interesting how she pointed that one out in specific because that was the first one he drew. It was when he was getting flustered he found himself drawing hearts on her hand. In a desperate need to try to cover it up, he added three little hearts to the initial one he drew. Thinking it made it look like a clover, he added a stem and a little cross in the middle of the 'leaves'. 

Looking back on the experience made his face flush just like it did then. He looked back up to Ivy who was still looking at him expectantly. "So? what's the story behind that one?" This made his eyes widen. He pursed his lips looking to the side. "That one was the first drawing I did..." Ivy tilted her head aiding him to continue. Asher took in a breath "I... that was when you were teasing me so I kinda, doodled some hearts..? And formed them into a clover" Asher let go of her hand to cover his face with his sleeves, too embarrassed to look Ivy in the eyes again. He heard only silence in return. Fuck. Did he mess up? He gained some courage to look up to Ivy. Peaking over his sleeve he saw Ivy covering her face too, obvious blush being present on her ears. "...Ivy?" 

A rush of adrenaline surged through him, he stood up and looked down to the blushing girl in front of him. He didn't hesitate to carefully remove the girls hands from her face. Admiring her blushing features, he takes her hands in his.  Ivy quickly looked up to him. Her face was a bright red and frankly, so was his. Her eyes were glistening looking into his eyes.  She then carefully rested her forehead on his broad chest. Ashers arms wrapped around her in response to this.

"I- I think I know what I want for my first tattoo now" She admits by mumbling into his chest. She pulled away long enough to look down to the clover on her arm, gently caressing the drawing with her fingers. This confession took Asher aback, "A-are you sure you want my drawing to be your first tattoo? I mean I was just doodling and you should get something more...you know...professional?" Ivy chuckled at his concern, but shook her head. "Yes, I'm most definitely sure I want this to be my first tattoo. And honestly, it looks beautiful and the best part is that you made it" She took this opportunity to snuggle into him once more. Stunned, Asher was at a loss for words. He was so incredibly grateful to have someone like Ivy be a part of his life, to make him feel wanted, that he has meaning other than just being an annoyance to others. And he felt so incredibly honored that this little doodle he drew on her wrist will soon be a part of her body for the rest of her life. One thing was for sure, he will definitely never forget this day. And Ivy won't forget it either.

[jawritter]

Where The Green Grass Grows

Chapter 3

Summary: Life changes, nothing ever stays the same. With most change comes with some degree of pain, that’s how we grow.

Jensen thought he had his whole life planned out, written for him in the bright lights of Hollywood. One failed marriage later, and a lifetime of lessons learned, lead him home to a place he thought he’d left behind him when he was only a teenager.

He thought his life was over. He felt like he’d lost everything, but who knew one little trip to the local diner that had just opened up outside of town would turn his whole world upside down. All because he met you. Maybe a little slower pace of life isn’t such a bad idea after all…

Warnings:  Language, Angst, mention of past OC character death, mention of grief, fear of moving on.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word  Count: 1652

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A/N: This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work. Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!!

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“Ugh! Is this day ever going to end!” you groan as you flop down onto the unoccupied stool that was sitting in front of the bar. Old country music was blaring overhead and the chatter of customers filled the room. The smell of fast food was always so thick in this place that sometimes you felt it was suffocating, and today was one of those days. 

You wanted nothing more than to go home and sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine and a book. You only had one more hour, if you could just make it one more hour, then you could go home. 

“You’re getting out of here before closing at least,” Jess said as she came to drop some ones and fives into the cash register beside you. “I’m stuck here until closing tonight.” 

You were just about to point out how she would at least get good tips with it being a Saturday, but the sound of the door chiming alerted you both to the incoming customer, and you could tell by the grin on her face who had just walked in without even having to turn around. 

Jensen had been coming in every day since he’d come in that Sunday after church with his family. At first, he would come in and not say a lot, just sit at the bar or back corner booth and order his meal. He would try and make light conversation with you, nothing too alarming or out of the ordinary of what any other regular does. 

Then about a week in he started to try and make more in-depth conversations with you as you worked around him, either cleaning tables or waiting on him specifically. 

Jess had been running around you for days now insisting that Jensen had a crush on you. You yourself were not as convinced as she was. Sure, he was devastatingly attractive, and sure, he was an absolute sweetheart; but that didn’t change the fact that no matter how attractive you found him you were not in his league. 

“Hey ladies,” he said, flopping down next to you, and giving you a soft smile that seemed to make your knees weak every time he did that. 

“Well, well, look who’s back already,” Jess quips to him with a smirk of her own. Jensen laughs a little and shakes his head before taking the drink that she was handing him from across the counter. He’d been in here so much that you both could just about guess his order before he even got around to telling it. 

“I had to see my favorite girls,” he said, throwing his arm around you playfully, and causing a blush to burn deep in your cheeks. You were slightly thankful for the bell ringing that told you table three’s order was ready. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jensen, and if he saw you blushing you were sure you would literally die on the spot. 

You could feel Jensen’s eyes on you as you grabbed the tray of burgers and fries, and made your way over to the table where your customers were waiting. You were hoping that it would give you enough of a moment to collect your nerves before making your way back over to the bar where Jensen and Jess were still sitting. 

You had been doing some research on Jensen since you’d met him that day he’d left you the note and the large tip. Some things he’d already told you. Like his long-running show ending, the divorce he’d recently gone through, he’d told you about his three kids. The thing that bothered you the most, aside from why the hell he was hanging out here with you, was why they divorced?

He had still not told you that much, and you didn’t want to just out and out ask him, but the tabloids seemed to think it was because he was a cheater, and then some think it was because she cheated, which leads to a whole new set of rumors that go from Jensen being an abusive husband, to Danneel being a whore, and it was impossible to tell what was true and what was false. 

You knew it shouldn’t bother you, and you were in no way going to ask him what happened with his last marriage, but you wanted to know all the same. Your eyes drifted up to meet his piercing gaze as you grabbed the empty napkin holder from the table to replace it with a fresh one, and he sent you that same soft smile.

He was so contradictory to everything you had ever heard about celebrity men. He seemed so kind. He listened when you talked to him, and seemed legitimately to care about what you were saying. He was so self-sacrificing in everything he seemed to be involved in, and whatever he was doing, he seemed to put his all into it. He was passionate and caring, and everything any girl ever dreamed of getting when she was grew up.

The only problem you had was the fear that these feelings were one-sided and that you were mistaking his kind personality for something more, even though you knew you were nowhere near this man’s type. 

You had seen the pictures of his ex-wife, and you knew there was no way you’d ever be able to measure up to someone as beautiful as she was. So you knew that you had to get these emotions, this crush, under control before he comes in one day with another pretty girl on his arm, and it was all over for your heart. 

Why did you have to have a crush on someone so completely perfect, and at the same time so completely out of reach as soon as you decided to try and put yourself back out there? It was unfair at best, and tragic at it’s worse.  

Taking a deep breath you make your way back over to your current seat, and look up at the clock. Jensen didn’t miss the small glance and turned on his seat to face you fully, his gorgeous bowed legs spread and his knee touching yours, but he didn’t seem to mind or at least notice. You, on the other hand, you noticed, and it took a lot to concentrate because of the small contact his body was making with your own. 

“So, when do you get off today?” Jensen asked, grabbing a fry and shoving it in his mouth as a plate of food was placed in front of him.

“In about thirty minutes,” you tell him with a deep sigh, it had been a long shift. 10 am to 7 pm was the worst because it took up most of your day, and you got the bad end of both shifts, lunch and then dinner rush. 

“Oh,” he said, his handsome face falling a bit. “I was hoping I’d have a little longer to talk to you before you got off. I would have come in sooner, but I was on a Zoom call with my agency,” he said, some stress returning to his shoulders as he busied himself with his fries again. 

“Well, I’m here for a little bit,” you tell him, giving his knee a playful nudge with yours and earning a cheeky chuckle from him. “Are you getting ready to go back to California anytime soon?” you asked him, more than a little afraid of what the answer was going to be. 

You had gotten used to him coming in every day, and you didn’t like the thought that he might be leaving again. 

“No, not now anyway. That was just check-in and updates, more a waste of time than anything.”

You hoped the amount of relief you felt didn't show on your face as much as you thought it must have, and you had to bite down on your lip to stop the smile that started to creep up there. When you looked up at him you wondered how it was possible that his eyes could sparkle like that all the time.

“Well, what are you going to be doing then Mr. Ackles. You’re going to get tired of being here every day after a while. Texas doesn’t have as much to offer as L.A. I’m sure.” 

Jensen hummed and you could have sworn that his eyes traveled down to your lips before looking back up to meet your eyes again. 

“That’s a matter of perspective sweetheart.” 

You thought that you heard his voice dropped a whole octave, and you had to suppress the shudder that wanted to roll through your body. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had been gravitating closer to one another while you were talking until Jess came and cleared her throat loudly from behind the bar. 

“You two love birds better be careful now, Y/N is still on the clock, and table six needs a refill.” 

Jensen clears his throat and sits up quickly, grabbing his drink as if his life depended on it, and you turned towards the counter as if you had been shot. 

“I’ll just go get that,” you mumble as Jensen chuckles and watches you run off to refill the drinks.

“Keep trying Jensen, she’ll come around,” Jess told him, and Jensen gave her a tight smile in return. 

“Oh, I don’t give up so easily on something I want,” Jensen said as he took a healthy bite from his burger, his eyes still trained to you as you talked to your customers. 

He didn’t know how, but he had to get you to open up to him. He thought he’d never feel this way about someone again after his world fell apart, but you were just the breath of fresh air that would keep him from drowning.

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[wheresthemuffinman]

So I've been really into interactive fiction for a long while and I've finally decided to showcase my various MC(s) over different IFs.

(Who I may have incorporated from my OCs from a series (or at least a universe) I'm working on😌)

Picture made by Picrew (https://picrew.me/image_maker/625951)

This MC is based in Triaina Academy by @leo-interactive-fiction

WARNING: This post is long and doesn't have proper capitalisation at times

*looks at the camera* "This is boring, can I please do something else?"

File: #01 : Triaina Academy

Date of recording:*Data Corrupted*

Interviewee: Melody "Mai" Razor

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Appearance: Hazel eyes that look like topaz in bright light and black hair that reach her shoulders. Wears a pair of red glasses and has a mole below her left eye.

Power: Blood manipulation

Description: Seemingly obedient as first, she'll roll along to anything that happens until it starts to inconvenience her or she gets bored. After that it'll be a 50/50 chance she'll start to mess around or just deviate and do something else entirely.

Doesn't trust easily, but loves to mess around with people by teasing them playfully after warming up to them.

Likes to act like she's running on a single brain cell 24/7, has a habit of running around aimlessly and just exploring places that seem interesting.

She took on the name of "Mai" to abandon her past and start anew. She'll grow to letting go of her abandonment issues and let extremely close friends of use her actual name after a long while.

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*The following words appear on the screen: "What do you think about..."*

Emil Dobry

"Em's like the little bro I never had. Though, he tends to be a tad bit too naive for my comfort. We're kinda in troublesome times with cutthroats everywhere and I'm kinda worried he might not be able to make the right call when the going gets tough and I'm not there, you know?"

Notes: Her time as the eldest among her fellow sea urchins when young carried over to the present. She feels responsible for Emil and his happiness. Gets him little trinkets she finds from time to time and he is one of the few people she'll happily do favors for, no questions asked. (The other being a baker who gave her bread occasionally in the past)

Robin Vallenford

"Birdie? He seems alright, can't say much from him at first glance, just know he's hiding something. His fights with Em are a great source of entertainment at times, downright childish on others. On hindsight though, he does bring colour to the whole dorm."

*She tilts a head to the side, leaning back and kicking her feet up midair, grinning slyly*

"I think we'll get along juuust fine."

Notes: She seems to be respectful of Robin and interested in knowning him better. Would gladly play a round of cards with him even if she knew she was going to lose.

Vin Wolfe

*She frowns slightly* "I'm gonna be honest, I didn't think much of Sunshine back in the arena. But when he pulled that gun out I think I nearly lost 10 years of my life. But,"

*She stares at the ceiling thoughtfully*

"He doesn't seem to mean any harm, maybe he just has a few things to work off." *Mumbling* "Bet his aim's really good too, might want to see if he'll teach me."

Notes: She doesn't know what to fully make out of Vin, she's a little put off by the commander title (she's not used to commanding other people at all. She's prefers to operate independently). More than happy to teach him what she knows about academics. Notes to herself to keep an eye out for his sake.

Calls Vin "Sunshine" (at least in her head).

Leah Scio

*Her eyes light up* "Bluejay? She's really pretty and nice, quiet though. She's also pretty much the only other person I know that wears glasses and I think she reads alot! I'd really like to see her collection sometime. She's like Em, but doesn't appear to be naive. Actually, now that I think about it, I can't really compare those two. It's like oranges and pears you'know? She's definitely smarter, and less emotional when there's thinking to be done."

Notes: She enjoys Leah's company and wants to learn from her. One of the very few people she cares about that she goes easy on when fighting (she feels really bad hurting them). Calls her "Bluejay".

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*Reading through a folder that has the word "CONFIDENTIAL" on its front* "Ooooo"

*A rough voice can be heard from behind the camera* "Woi, who gave that to 'er? Someone take it away!"

*The folder gets swipped out of her hands from a passer-by* "Wha-Hey! What gives-oh"

*she glances behind the camera and readjusts her voice, flashing a sheepish grin*

"Sorry, got a little distracted there, shall we continue?"

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Pierce Crater

"Firecracker? Well I don't really have much to say about him that he himself isn't already making obvious."

*She brings a hand up to her chin, posing in mock contemplation*

"He swears alot, jumps to conclusions, and is really prone to resorting to violence to solve his problems. He would honestly make a terrible diplomat."

*She pauses for a few moments, her eyes go distant*

"Though he does seem to put his best into the many things I've seen him do. His position as a representative might be saying something about his leadership...and he is really easy to embarrass...wonder how he fights...?"

Notes: Her attitude towards Pierce seems to change to somewhat more reasonable and surprisingly more careful, a stark contrast to her more playful and nonchalant interactions to her own dormmates. She doesn't seem to trust him much, but she also doesn't realise herself hanging around him more.

Unfortunately for Pierce (or "Firecracker") , she also seems to be increasingly curious about him after this interview. Granted, this was bound to happen sooner than later.

Matthew Crater

*She squints, a faraway look in her eyes*

"Snowflake's a strange one, never really met anyone who passes out so frequently. He's a cute one though, gonna be honest. Friendly too, other than that though, don't really know much else."

Notes: Amicable with Matthew (Nicknamed: "Snowflake"), she doesn't seem to understand much about his...suggestions to wake up. Most likely will nap with him if she catches his sleeping during a break.

Raven

*Her posture tenses slightly, before quickly relaxing*

"Bubbles'...alright. Honestly I'm more surprised by myself for not getting more freaked out. She unpredictable, and smarter than she lets on."

*She shrugs*

"Needs to calm the homocidal vibes though, I'd be more worried about Em when he's around her."

Notes: Slightly unsettled by Raven's (Nickname: "Bubbles") clinginess to her. She is curious on Raven's interest in her, but also slightly wary of what she could do.

Snipper of Scorpion’s Den

*Her smile grows into a wide Chesire-like grin*

"Ah, finally! Snip's unlike the other lot in the academy. Just met 'er and I already love 'er to bits. Not one to detect social cues though, and is a little too loud at times."

*she winks at the camera* "Trust me when I tell ya that if you were to leave us alone for even 2 seconds, and we'll paint the town red."

Notes: She'll never admit it, but Snipper reminds her a little like her old friends on the street, before she found a roof over her head. She misses them, the people who shaped her and that she'll never see again, making the times she and Snipper hang out sometimes slightly more melancholic.

Outside that though, she's more than willing to watch Snipper testing on something or just working on Sandy.

Fray De Forêt

*She bites her lip, giving a wistful smile*

"Liliac's alright, I don't hate her, she's just a little bit of a snob. Then again, I've never really talked to nobility before, so maybe I should save the judgement for later."

*She stops and smiles slightly at the ceiling*

"Though, she does have a certain respect for nature. I can understand that. The forests hide so many secrets and animals, what's not to love about it?"

Note: She's doesn't really have many feelings towards Fray( Nicknamed: "Liliac"), though she respects her power. She'll listen to her demands and maaaybe oblige them, but she'll be damned if she gives Fray full control over her.

-------------Video freezes, a static of the TV hums, before the screen cuts off into darkness------------

---------------------VIDEO ENDS---------------------

#triaina academy #I wanted to have a some fun while presenting and have decided to make an archive of taped interviews regarding all my OCs. #this includes the ones I've made for my original universe (so it'd be more like AUs for these characters #this includes Mai) #The Archived Tapes #Mai #File 01 #This was my first time making this and this really was fun #The things not centred and I typed this all on mobile I'll fix these later #just realised I have a test to study for but my singular brain cell went: lol nope I wanna write something #so here I am #thanks if you read up to here #it means alot

[isimp4hawkz]

The Thief

(Hawks x Fem OC)

this is an old fic of mine, back when i first got into hawks (what have i become?) i never published it. please bear with my undeveloped writing :} and on behalf of my pre-obsessed self, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it.

-Edited slightly-

-Not 100% canon-

-Some aspects may seem far fetched-

Words: 2k

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Hawks’ POV

Recently, I've been cycling through a continuous loop of circumstances whereas every time that I'm about a millisecond away from saving someone in danger- the same, new, and hot pro hero swoops in right on the knick of time and steals my shot.

A spontaneous looker of a woman who went by the hero name Tundra. I hadn't ever heard of her before the little debut she had as of last week, as goes with most rookies. But this one was quick to gain her prominence in this city.

Do I honestly care all that much? Not really.

I think it's cool when a brand new hero who's fresh out of their side-kicking days steps up and climbs through the ranks, earning themselves a little popularity with the citizens as they answer their calls for help.

And to be frank, I've been taking it easy these days. More than I usually would. Out on the beaches during the day, and partying all throughout the night. Free time was scarce for me. I definitely won't put off having a good time while I still can.

Sure, if someone happens to be in danger on the way to the club, or down on the twisting roads that lead down to the shore, I swoop in and save the day.

The locals around here had basically memorized my name from years of service, but I was afraid that my name had become a blur in the mixture of countless other hero's.

Hell, maybe I'm just being dramatic. It's not like they could actually forget me of course. I'm the number 2 hero in all of Japan, how could you forget me?

You'd think that taking a short hiatus would gain me some sort of up in demand from the fans, but it was the exact opposite of that. I had fallen down to 4th in the approval ratings, instead of remaining proud in my little silver throne.

All because of her...and my own laziness.

And then, I decided that that was enough fun...to some extent...for now at least. It was time to head back into the city, and reclaim my throne—or, at least try to.

I settled onto the roof of my favorite building, it was the tallest one around here. If I wanted to catch a crime in progress, here would be the optimal place to start, where I had an eagle eye view of the city.

It’s funny, being up on this tower reminds me all too much of when I first met the vixen for myself.

An interesting encounter it was.

This is how it went;

I grunted when my wings had suddenly twitched with premonition midair. It was a natural reaction that occurred when something was about to happen, usually abruptly without much warning, a small shiver that pulsated through every single one of my feathers in the blink of an eye.

Instantaneously, two flashes of white sped past me in a blur of haste, followed by a gust of wind that physically made me wobble in my flight.

Ahead of me now flew someone. With a pair of wings as white as snow itself, feathers littered with black markings.

"Woah-" I uttered as I regained my balance, blinking in shock.

They were soon just a barely vivible spec in the distance.

'Huh...Well that's new. Can't remember the last time I saw another winged person besides...'

That person's name was long since lost in my memories. Last I heard, they'd transferred to another hero agency in distant city.

I'd only shrugged it off.

It was best to just continue my leisurely flight. I was in no rush, after all. I've waited this long to get back into the game, what's a few spare minutes of taking my time got on me?

The office building stood tall, barely piercing the sky. It's thin structure made it look like just the faintest breeze could make it topple.

A draft of wind blew viciously against me. It was much cooler up here, the air was naturally a bit thinner. Not that I wasn't used to it, but it had been well over a week since I'd gone here.

I exhaled peacefully as I took my perch on one of the building's edges, gazing down at the city. The sun was beginning to dip into the horizon, lighting the land with tranquil variants of orange and pink. People looked like mere ants from up here, scurrying aside toy vehicles.

The sunsets always looked so nice from here.

Most would see this as a time to be at home and prepare themselves for bed. But for a villain, it was happy hour. A time for iniquity to prosper in the shadows.

'Now then, let's see if we can find any-'

"Hey there." A voice had spoke from behind me, causing my feathers to stand on edge and bolt me into the air on instinct with one strong flap. I immediately whirled around, dumbfounded.

A woman stood before me. The pearly white pair of wings sprouting elegantly from her back and dotted with black markings taking me back to moments ago. They fluttered subtly as she studied me.

'That's strange...why didn't I sense her?'

She sported an inviting smile on her face, yet I could tell by the look in her eye that she was unsure of what to think of me. "Sorry for startling you. Come up here to wait for the stars?" She asks as she looks thoughtfully into the distant sky.

Her eyes shone a sharp grey that caught the sinking glow of the sun. The costume she wore wasn't exactly loose against her skin, ivory feathers imprinted into the fabric around her waist. Curves hugged in all the right places. Rather stunning.

'A hero?'

I must've been staring in a daze for too long, because she'd cleared her throat, shifting her weight from one leg to another in a little rocking motion.

I honestly didn't know what to think of her myself. I've never seen her before.

Mild curiosity somehow got the better of me in seconds. I'd've liked to get a bit of information off of her for my own self pleasure. A little flirtatious prodding would do the trick just fine.

"Now why would I waste my time lookin' up there when there's a much better view down here?"

She sucked in her cheek, never breaking eye contact with me as descended back down onto the platform so we were at the same level, hands dug deep in my pockets. Slapping on one of my signature lazy smirks, I continued, "So tell me, what's a beauty like yourself doin' all the way up here on this fine evening?"

My feathers had suddenly puffed up. It had startled me, but I managed to play it off with a small stretch.

That only happened whenever I wanted to give off a sense of superiority towards another individual, among other things.

She eyed my new display curiously. "Y'know, I could ask you the same—In fact I already did, actually—minus the little pick up line of course." She avoided the question, responding with a little quick-witted remark. It was hard to tell if she was hiding something, or if she's just being cautious.

"Well if you'd really like to know, I'm on duty. This is where I come to sort of survey everything."

She nodded, agreeing that that was a reasonable answer, and when I asked her about her own intentions, she responded with, "Oh, similar reasons. You're looking at a newbie trying to find her way in a foreign country, all while taking steps towards her dream of making something of herself.”

"New here huh? Excuse my manners, or lack of. Allow me to introduce myself. Wing Hero: Hawks." I gave her a curt bow, "Last time I checked, I'm still in the top 10 heroes in the country."

She gives me a strange look after taking my words into consideration. "Hawks..." The way my name rolled off her tongue as she sounded it aloud for herself made me swallow a lump. "In the top 10 you say? Never heard of ya—Granted, I've never really heard of anyone around these parts." She looked over into the horizon, rubbing her bicep. She seemed deliberately captivated by the colors settling onto the land.

'So she claims to be new to the country...'

I wouldn't doubt it too much. The honey color etched across her skin would definitely make others think twice about where she's from. There's also a small accent lingering at the back of her tone, I find it sexy.

Still, I'm rather curious about her, so I'll say something a bit more patronizing as an experiment, testing the waters or whatever. I bring my arms behind my head, looking over at the sunset. "Don't feel bad about being in the blind side. A newbie wouldn't know much about me in the first place unless they're some kind of huge fan, or even a stalker."

Then the look that burgeoned in her eye enthralled me. A corrosive flare. It spoke clear words. 'I don't like when people assume things about me.'

I almost bit my lip. 'That's hot.'

She sighed out nasally. "I can assure you, I'm neither one of those. Owl hero: Tundra." She barely spat that out as she crossed her arms, unintentionally making her breasts bulge in their bindings. "I've been on official duty in this city for over 72 hours now." She looked aside.

'Well that explains the wings.' Wouldn't a quirk like that be manifested from up North? But her skin and accent...She's a living cocktail.

And so I pressed on, chuckling. "I knew it. That cluelessness is bound to stem from lack of experience."

She raised an eyebrow as she met my eyes again. "Excuse me?"

The calmness in her voice was almost unsettling. It threw me for a loop. I genuinely can't think of any other female I've meet who could keep such a level-headed reaction up while being involuntarily insulted.

Those reactions were coaxing me to push her buttons. 'Let's see how far you'd go to remain in complete, professional control...'

"Don't take it personally, pigeon, it's just a fact." I was mostly betting on the bold assumption that she wouldn't take that nickname too kindly, and boy was I right.

"Pigeon?-" Her eyes flared along with a trembling fluff of her feathers. From the back of her throat came a short, rumbling sound resembling a hoot. Telling me I was crossing boundaries in a coherent avian language. Her pupils constricted, staring daggers straight through me.

'Hm. Definitely got bird of prey in her. Or maybe that's just her.'

I cooed mockingly in response, my wings unfurling widely to fan at her. Come at me.

The tension in the air weighed a ton as we stared each other down like natural enemies for a few lengthy seconds.

She seemed to have taken that as a challenge, but to my disappointment, she was quick to recompose herself, allowing her once erect feathers to relax against her back with a curt roll of her shoulders. Her eyes dilated back, though still a bit on the small side as she looked at me. I could feel it in every barb of my feathers, she was ready to tackle me a few moments ago.

It was sad to say that I found myself mildly disappointed. Mildly because to put it short, that reaction would've had my tail wagging if I were a dog. Well worth the effort it took to bring it to light.

She huffed out a breath. "You know what? I should probably be on my way. I'm wasting my time here. Good evening, Hawk man."

And with that, she calmly whirled around, unintentionally flashing me a great view of her juicy thighs and ass as she stormed off to the edge of the building, not forgetting to dramatically spread her wings.

Every step she took made those thighs shake. Holy fuck.

I had to will myself to not stop her. This urging curiosity to know more about this woman was certainly bubbling in its wake. Can't be the last time I'll see her. I don't think I'd allow it, actually.

She didn't look back as she jumped off the edge of the building, swooping down into the depths of the city.

I sighed, eyes promptly returning to study the calmness below. 'She's got a bit of a fire to her, doesn't she?'

"I'll stick a bit of a fire up your ass." A faint slur of mumbles drifted through the wind, making me blink confusedly as it reached my ears.

When I turned to look, there was no one.

#hawks #built different #keigo takami #my hero academia #bnha hawks #keigo #fanfic #keigo x oc #oc insert #fanfiction

[memesiders]

Part 2

Death x OC Office AU

(I'm so glad you guys seem to like this, thank y'all!!!)

It was only when I had gotten home and changed into pajamas that I realized my phone wasn't in my bag.

After a twenty minute search, I had decided that my phone must've fallen out when Strife pushed my bag out of the chair. I thought I'd picked up everything, but I was wrong. I didn't want to go back, so I decided that I'd call there and ask when my sisters got home. Until then, I made myself comfortable on the couch and started binging some baking competition show. It only helped a little in distracting me from my thoughts. The receptionist job had been the latest in a long line of job offers I'd been turned down for. Not even a dishwashing job had wanted me.

I didn't know why I was so unlucky with jobs, and I hated to think of how disappointed Safiya would be. She called in a few favors to get me that interview and I'd blown it. No, that asshole had done that.

Thinking about Death brought a scowl to my face, and the anger that had left me in that elevator slowly started bubbling up again.

"What's his deal," I asked myself out loud, rolling off of the couch and heading to the kitchen. "He thinks he can just treat people like that? Like they're not worth his time?" I yanked open the fridge and blew out a hard breath, shaking my head. I grabbed a blueberry yogurt and shut the fridge with a little more force than necessary. "What a prick," I grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, "and he barely even looked at my resumé.

"Like he already knew he wasn't gonna give me the job."

I slammed the drawer shut as I finished my thought and angrily shuffled back to the couch. "Who the hell does he think he is?" I plopped back down and tore the top off of my yogurt, licking it off and eating a spoonful. Why was I so bothered by this? "He probably thinks he can get away with anything because he's powerful and good looking..." I pictured his face in my mind; his strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and piercing eyes the color of fiery cinders... Not to mention the muscles hidden beneath his clothes.

Wait, what was I saying? I shook my head quickly and focused back on the show, finishing my yogurt. I just needed to get laid or something, not think about assholes. Although that was hard to do when I shared a room with a sixteen year old.

"We're home!" I jumped upright as the front door swung open, slamming into the wall as my little sister walked in. The action reminded me of Strife and I couldn't help but let out a soft snort. Neema tossed her backpack onto the couch next to me and fell into the recliner, swinging her legs over one of the armrests. "Today was absolutely terrible." I arched a brow at her and smiled.

"Oh, and why is that?" I asked, moving her bag to the floor.

"Go ahead and tell her why I had to leave work to come grab you," Safiya said grumpily, locking the front door. She had a bag of groceries in one hand.

"I told you it wasn't my fault! I didn't start it, I just finished it." I looked between the two, noticing the disapproving glance Safiya gave her. Neema rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Some girls were picking on Lyriel and calling her a half breed, so I hit them."

"Not only did you hit them, you broke one of their noses!"

"They deserved it! No one calls Lyriel a half breed and gets away with it!" I cracked a small smile at her outburst.

"Well I think it was justified," I said, reaching over to high five her. Safiya groaned and went into the kitchen, muttering something under her breath. I chuckled and propped my feet up on the coffee table. "So, was Lyriel grateful for you defending her? Maybe she gave you a little kiss on the cheek?" I laughed as Neema's light brown cheeks started to redden, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Shut up," she muttered. "You know she didn't."

"She might have if you told her you liked her." Neema groaned and shifted in the chair, rolling her eyes at me.

"She's my friend; I can't just tell her I've had a huge crush on her for the last five years! What if it ruins our friendship? What if she only likes boys? Do you know how awkward that'd be?"

"Hey, you'll never know unless you take the leap!" She picked up the recliner pillow and threw it at me, a smile gracing her face. I laughed and blocked it from hitting me, clutching the pillow to my stomach. Neema's crush was so cute, but I understood her hesitation. The one time I'd confessed to my friend I'd liked him, he told me he was disgusted by the thought of dating a human, and then had slowly disappeared from my life. Not the best example for her.

"What about you? Why haven't you gone out with anyone," she asked, quick to change the subject.

"I have to focus on finding a job before I go back to dating," I answered, throwing the pillow back at her. It hit her in the face and she laughed, tucking it under her legs. "I can't focus on dating when I can't even afford to help chip in around here."

"Speaking of job," Safiya piped in, appearing from the kitchen. "How did the interview go? Did you get the job?" My smile fell and I thinned my lips, leaning back against the couch. Safiya sighed disappointedly and took a seat next to me. "Really? Again?"

"It wasn't my fault," I rushed out. "The dude made me wait an hour and he was a total asshole!"

"Was he hot," Neema asked. "The hot ones are always assholes."

"Smokin'." She 'ahh'd' and nodded, shooting a finger gun at me.

"It doesn't matter if he was an asshole or not," Safiya hissed. She rubbed her temples and leaned back. She suddenly looked very tired, and I felt even worse about my actions earlier; I might've been able to talk him into hiring me if I hadn't flipped out. "We barely have enough to pay rent this month. I don't know what we're gonna do for food until my next paycheck; I spent the rest of our money on food for this week." Neema frowned and crawled out of the chair, coming over and pulling Safiya into her arms.

"We'll be okay," she reassured her. "We're always okay, and if I need to, I can try applying at McDonalds or something." Safiya sniffled and patted her back, shaking her head. Now I was feeling even worse.

"I left my phone there on accident," I said softly. "I'll go back tomorrow and try to talk with the guy again. I'll apologize and maybe he'll give me a janitorial position or something." Safiya smiled a little and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Saf."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said, squeezing my hand again. "I've just been stressed lately. I'm trying to get as much overtime as possible and taking double shifts left and right. I guess I've just been burning myself out. I'm sorry for being so upset with you..." I gave her a small smile and crawled over, joining my sisters in a hug. Safiya laughed and wrapped one of her arms around me. "We'll just have to make it work.

"It's nothing we haven't faced before, right?" Neema and I voiced our agreement and the three of us stayed like that for a while, just hugging each other. I would definitely be going back to that place tomorrow, and I'd do everything in my power to try and get a job, even if I had to suck someone's dick; I had to do something to help my family out.

We untangled ourselves after ten minutes, Safiya excusing herself to go change out of her work clothes. Neema and I laid back on the couch, flipping through Netflix and Hulu to decide what to watch next.

"We're not watching another cupcake show," she said, trying to grab the remote from my hand.

"We're not watching another anime either," I replied, moving the remote further away from her. "You got to watch it all day yesterday!"

"I'm only halfway through Fullmetal Alchemist!" I opened my mouth to tell her too bad when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Can one of you get that?" Safiya shouted from her room. Neema and I stared at each other.

"You get it," I said, still holding the remote away from her.

"No, you get it," she said, struggling to grab the device from me. "I had a long and hard day at school."

"I had a long and emotional day being interviewed." She scoffed and crawled on top of me, grabbing for the remote. I laughed and pushed against her, stretching my arm as far out as I could.

"Gee, thanks you two," Safiya said, appearing from down the hall. She walked past us and plucked the remote from my hand, continuing to the door. Neema and I both whined and turned to see who was here. She set the remote on the side table next to the door and opened it. "Hello, what do you wa-?" She stopped suddenly, her face paling slightly. Neema and I stretched our necks, trying to see who was at the door.

"Is it another door to door salesman," Neema asked, crawling onto me again to try and see. I grunted and fell against the couch, groaning.

"Get your big butt off of me," I demanded, voice muffled by the couch cushions. I could barely see Safiya.

"Good evening," a familiar voice said. "Is Miss Banks here?"

"Depends on which one you're asking for," Safiya answered, seeming to have recovered from her momentary shock.

"I met her earlier today and it seems she forgot something." It suddenly clicked.

"What the fuck is he doing here," I whispered, shimmying out from under my sister. I climbed over the back of the couch and ran to the door to make sure I was correct. Sure enough, there was Death, looking as handsome and calm as he had when I'd first met him. His eyes met mine and I bit down on my tongue, holding back the tirade of curses I wanted to let loose on him. You have to stay calm, I reminded myself. Try and get a job.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Banks," Death said, looking me up and down slowly. I suddenly became aware of the fact I was wearing unicorn pajamas shorts and had not one ounce of makeup on. Embarrassing, to say the least. Not that I'd let him know that. I placed my hands on my hips and tipped my head up.

"Mister... Death, sir," I replied, immediately wanting to crawl into a hole afterwards. He chuckled and I felt my cheeks warm, the urge to run away starting to creep up on me.

"Sir is just fine." I snorted and Safiya smacked the back of my head, warning me to behave.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked politely.

"For a moment, if it's not too intrusive." She waved him words away and stepped aside, pulling me with her when I made no move to let him in. He entered slowly, looking around. What, was our apartment not nice enough for him? Was he going to berate the decor? "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you, can I offer you some water?"

"No, thank you, I won't be here for long. I just came to see Aziza." The way my name rolled off his tongue gave me a weird sensation, like feathers tickling my skin. He looked at me suddenly and I briefly wondered if he'd somehow noticed what his voice had done to me. "Can we speak in private?" I wanted to tell him no, to twist his arm behind his back and throw him out like he'd had Amber do to me, but I couldn't; if there was any way I could possibly get a job, I had to bite my tongue and be a good girl. I nodded at him and motioned for him to follow me, heading to mine and Neema's room.

Our room wasn't the cleanest, honestly, but it was about as private as we could get. He walked in after me and closed the door, looking over the room with a disapproving stare.

"Why did you come," I asked, knowing that both of my sisters were probably eavesdropping. Death reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cellphone; my cellphone, to be exact.

"I heard this meowing under my desk," he said. I blushed and took the phone from him, muttering a thank you. "I'm sorry about my brother; he's always an asshole."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree apparently," I muttered. His eyes narrowed and I sighed, my shoulders dropping. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Yes you did, don't apologize." His words were matter of fact but there was a kindness in his tone. "I... Regret, how I acted today. The way I treated you wasn't entirely fair." Was that an apology I was hearing? "The truth is, I hate hiring new people.

"I've been avoiding finding someone new for a while now." I cracked a small smile; I could understand that. "Amber informed me that I might have been too harsh, though I don't see how." My smile dropped slightly; he was really bad at apologizing. "I took another look at your file. I think there might be something you can offer to me after all." I perked up slightly.

"I'll see you at 9 AM sharp, Monday morning," he finished. He nodded and turned, opening the door. Neema and Safiya stumbled into the room, falling over each other. Death looked down and them and then to me, smirking. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I couldn't hold back the giggle that rose in me. He said goodbye to the girls and stepped over them, heading to the door.

I ran into the hallway. "Wait, does this mean I got the job?" I called after him.

"Why else would I tell you to come?" I smiled, my lips stretching across my face. He waved without looking back and shut the door behind him as he left. I was buzzing now.

"Wait, he gave you the job?" Neema asked, sounding as shocked as I was. I turned to them and nodded.

"I have a job!" I jumped onto them, joining them on the floor. We hugged each other tightly, Safiya screaming about how happy she was. This was my golden opportunity right here and now I couldn't blow it.

I wouldn't blow it.

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #death #death x oc #office au

[mistwolf45]

Silver Roses

(Nuada/OC Fanfic)

Prologue

All  she could hear was her own heavy breathing. Her heart thudding in her chest like a hammer on cloth and sweat made her thin and dirty dress stick to her like a second skin. Blonde hair, so dirty and matted it looked grayish brown stuck against her face. Wild green eyes, fixed straight ahead.

Corn stalks broke as she trampled them, sharp green leaves left cuts and stings on her face, arms and legs. Bare feet ached and bled from sticks and stones that she fell on, but she hardly felt any of it. All she was focused on was running. Putting as much distance between her and that wretched farmhouse as possible. 

The corn was tall enough to hide her, but at the same time gave her away as her movement made them sway and shake and anyone watching could see her path.

'But no one saw you get out! You can do it, the road can't be much further!'

There! She heard it, a car! Her feet found dark, hot asphalt and she skidded to a stop to look both ways. Not that it mattered, the poor girl didn't get the chance to even cross the road before a pair of arms shot out from the corn and wrapped themselves around her middle section. 

She screamed, but there was no one to hear it who would help her.

Chapter One

Nuada was not one to accept defeat. He wouldn't accept it from the humans, and he certainly wouldn't accept it from this giant demon who wanted to protect them! Not after everything he had been though. Not after everything he had worked so hard for!

Golden eyes watched the red demon closely as Nuada smoothly unsheathed an ornate elven knife that had been expertly hidden in his red sash. 

He silently got to his feet and moved forwards, arm high and ready to plunge the silver blade deep into the red flesh of the demons back. 

He felt the piercing in his chest, so close to his heart, and he dropped his blade to the floor in shock.

Golden blood spurted out at first before dripping down the bone beads of his royal attire. A shuddering breath escapes Nuada's black painted lips as he presses a hand over his wound.

"Nuala…" he managed to gasp out as he turned to look at his twin sister. He watched as she pulled a matching blade out of her chest, gasping softly to herself in pain. Their eyes met a moment before she fell on her side, overwhelmed from pain and the shock of what she'd just done to them. 

The weakness was seeping into Nuada's own body by now and as he turned to look at the demon named Hellboy he fell forwards. He was grateful that the demon kept him from falling and hitting the cold floor. 

Nuada looked up at him, shuddering in pain and he wondered if he could give the demon one last warning. 

"The humans…they will tire of you. They have already turned against you." He winced in pain, each word, each breath, hurt.

"Leave them. Is it them or us?"

Hellboy's eyes glanced up to where Abe had gone to Nuala's side, taking her hand as she lay bleeding.

"Which Holocaust should be chosen?" Nuada asks. "We die...and the world will be poorer for it."

He felt so weak now...surely his death was creeping in. He gently slowly stepped away from Hellboy and turned to look at Nuala, however, her eyes were only on that fishman.

"Nuala...my sister…" he managed to pant out. He looks up at them, truly feeling the weight of her betrayal before he fell to his knees and hit the floor. Unconscious.

"He's dead?" Liz Sherman asks, as she stepped towards the fallen prince.

"No!" Abe called down. His webbed hand pressed against Nuala's wound by her heart, as she now lay unconscious in his arms."No...there's still time!"

"Then let's hope Manning tracked us down by now." Hellboy grumbles as he looked down at the dying prince, who was lying prone on the floor, his words still bouncing around in his head. No...he couldn't let them die. It sounded like there were hardly anymore elves left, and most of them were probably more like his benevolent sister. 

Besides all that, Abe was in love with the Princess and he deserved to be happy, damnit. 

Red looked down at the golden crown in his hands. "All that power…"

"Don't even think about it." Liz took it from him and quickly melted it down to nothing but a puddle on the floor. 

The golden army began to power down, settling back into egg shaped, dorment, soldiers. 

Afraid to move the royal twins at all, knowing they could risk injuring them even more, Liz and Hellboy ran outside back into the sun and were met with Tom Manning's angry face.

"You took that plane without an authorization, young man!" He says, waving a finger at Hellboy.

"Would you relax? Everything worked out, I'm alive and the Golden Army is taking a permanent nap time. But right now we've got two dying elves down there who need some damn help!" 

Manning shut his mouth and glanced at Liz. 

"It's true. Please, they're dying." She begs.

"Isn't that the point?" He glances at Hellboy, obviously assuming that he must have put the twins in critical condition in order to stop the Army from being woken.

"The Princess tried to commit suicide to stop her brother." Liz says, gently grabbing Manning's arm. "Don't you think she deserves a second chance?"

Manning sighed deeply, wondering what kind of flack he would get from his superiors. If this is what the Princess had done, who were they to interfere? But one look at Hellboy glowering down at him... well the decision had practically already been made. That made him angry as hell; Manning was supposed to be in charge! Not this big, red ape!

Manning looks over his shoulder at the agents. There were some medical personnel already there, since they had no idea what shape everyone would have been in when they arrived.

"Well, you heard him! Get in there!" Manning yelled.

Liz and Hellboy watch as the agents fumble around and quickly disappear through the tunnel down into the Earth. The stone giant looked down slowly but otherwise didn't protest. 

"You're not half bad, Manning." Red says, giving the man a good smack on the back, which nearly toppled him over.

"I swear, if this blows up in my face, you will not see the light of day again, understand?" Manning says before storming away to the plane.

"Don't worry about him." Liz assures Red, gently patting his arm. 

"Never do." Red shrugs. "More worried about the baby." His normal left hand reached down and gently rested on Liz's still flat stomach.

"Babies." She smiles, holding up two fingers to indicate she was having twins.

She watched Hellboy's expression turned to shock just a moment before he fell to the ground, unconscious. 

"Red!" Liz kneeled down beside him and gently shook his broad shoulders. "C'mon!"

"...twins…?" He mumbled against the ground.

I'm dead… 

Nuada's head was swimming and he felt something must be wrong. His senses were dull and slow; his vision blurry, and the sounds he heard were mumbled together and didn't make sense in his ears. His mouth and throat were dry and he tried to call out but couldn't. 

I must be in hell….

All he could see was white and he couldn't tell if his eyes were focused or not at first. He felt confused and for a moment fear courses through him. 

I'm not dead! 

No this was much, much worse…

Nuada's head lulled to the side and he could see a bedside table with a glass of water just sitting there.

Immediately he reached out for it, desperate for relief. 

But he couldn't move his arm. He hears the rattling of metal on metal and he looks down to see a set of handcuffs keeping his wrist attached to the bed. 

A quick glance at his other wrist and he saw that it was cuffed down as well. 

He fought, of course, fought like an animal, desperate to free himself. But all he did was wear sores along both of his wrists and, in defeat, Nuada screamed.

No…he couldn't live like this, as a prisoner! He'd rather be a broken statue on the chamber floor, deep beneath the Earth. At least he belonged there…

Voices outside the door of his small hospital room grew louder and soon a young, female agent stepped in with a tray of food. 

Despite the fact that Nuada was cuffed down to his bed, he must have still looked extremely intimidating and dangerous. Just one dark glare from him and the poor girl squeaked in fear, turned and shut the door behind her.

Nuada could hear some squabbling outside before the door opened again and Hellboy came in with the tray. Yellow eyes glare down at the Prince and he groans.

"Don't give me that look, I didn't even say anything to that girl." He sneers.

"Well, I'll give you that one. She's not used to working with prisoners." Hellboy says as he sits on the edge of Nuada's bed, making it sink heavily to the side and Nuada hissed.

The pain in the Prince's eyes was obvious, but it wasn't for the shift in his bed, but at that word. Prisoner. He'd never been one in his over 4,000 year existence. Of course he knew it would be a possibility someday, but not like this. Not at the hand of his own sister.

"Where is she…?" Nuada asks through gritted teeth. 

Hellboy knew who he was asking for, Nuala was just about the only being in the planet Nuada gave a rat's ass about.

"Across the hall. Ah, don't worry. Abe never leaves her side." Hellboy says, knowing it would get a rouse from the Prince. On cue, the elf's eyes darken and he sets his jaw with utter annoyance. 

Hellboy smirked. "I'm gonna uncuff one of your arms so you can feed yourself mmkay? You pull a fast one I'll punch your face in, and I'd hate to do that to your sister."

Nuada felt like his teeth might break from the pressure of his jaw but he nodded in understanding. He kept his eyes on the demon as he fumbled with a key and released Nuada's right wrist. He looks down at the now torn flesh, golden blood staining the sheets and his skin. He reached across so his secured hand could rub the blisters and raw flesh and Nuada winced.

"Leave it alone." Hellboy warned. "You don't need em getting infected."

Nuada scoffs and glances at the demon through a curtain of platinum blonde hair. "I'm an elf. I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself." Hellboy shrugged. He set the tray down and moves the table closer to the Prince. Soup and some cheese, water. Nuada raised an eyebrow as he recognized the smell, it was something his late mother would make for him when he was ill…

"The Princess told us what you liked so…" Hellboy shrugged. 

The Prince swallowed down the lump that was forming in his throat. Forced back the tears in his eyes as he remembered his mother and how she never left his or Nuala's side when they were sick. How she would gently finger comb their hair back and spoon feed them this soup…

Thankfully, the demon began talking and it was easy for Nuada to push back the memories and keep himself from crying.

"I tell ya I'm gonna be a father?" He asks Nuada and it was obvious he was vibrating with excitement. Or maybe fear.

"I dread to think about what they will look like." Nuada groaned as he swallowed a spoonful of soup and felt a warmth flood his healing body.

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