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ralofofriverwoods · 6 months

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1, 3, 9, and 12 for the weird oc questions ask games for any of your lads?

Apparently this did not post so. Im so very sorry I did not ignore ur ask on purpose :(

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Doing some for different characters this time!!! I love my dragonborn trinity but my other guys need some love too <3

Also this took. So much longer than i thought it would I am so sorry haha I promise I was not intending to take so long😭

1. what’s the lie your character says most often

"it's whatever. Don't look into it." Wrong. Look into it so much. Technically not a lie, but it's the opposite of what ithvozal would actually want to happen, so it could be called a lie if u look at it at a 37 degree angle. The best way to describe it would be kind of a tsundere thing?? They just aren't used to being nice to people on purpose, so when they are they get a little cagey and annoyed about it.

As for real lies, they avoid them as much as possible. Things always get confusing when all the info doesn't line up, which is something they hate more than anything

Alriac doesn’t make a habit of lying, but out of everything he’s prolly lied most about his ability to just kinda. Turn into a merman on command. And everything related to that. He also lies quite a lot about where he goes to anyone that asks. He’s never said the same place twice.

3. how often do they show emotion to others versus just the audience knowing?

Ithvozal didn't grow up around a lot of new ish people, like travelers and whatnot, and most of the people they grew up with didn't have the expectation of performing emotions to the degree that most people would consider normal. Because of this they appear to be very stoic to the usual traveler or surface dweller. If you know them well it's very obvious that they emote quite a lot, if not as strongly. They're the type of character that gets accused of being emotionless and cold by the fandom

Oh alriac absolutely wears his heart on his sleeve. He's never concealed anything a day in his life and everyone he's ever known knows that. He cried because he accidentally startled a really cute fish. He cried because he thought birds didn't live any longer than a week. He's been absolutely ecstatic over a bee landing on his arm. He is so full of joy and whimsy that it's physically impossible to keep it all in.

9. do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Oh ithvozal gives only the toughest of love! When demonstrating it via things like gifts and actions it's very obvious that they're extremely thoughtful about what they're doing, but when it comes to more direct things like physical affection or thankfulness it's a lot harder to tell that it's love and not just how you'd affectionately bully a friend. They mostly use weaker punches when doing physical affection, but their version of a weak punch is the same as most people trying to actually fight. Hence a lot of the meaning kind of gets misconstrued with those. They prefer indirect things like actions and gifts, but they're not opposed to other types of love from the right people. They're used to tough love, but gentle love is also very appreciated.

Alriac doesn't necessarily have gentle love, per se, but it's not tough love. It's more extremely intense than anything else. Like when a cat loves you so much they're very strongly kneading against your leg, and like yeah those claws are digging into your skin like hell but theyre just so cute and sweet and they mean so well, so can you really blame em?? He needs to get told to calm down sometimes, but he doesn't mind. As long as he can still demonstrate his love he's happy. He likes it when people match his energy, no matter what type of love it is. Ithvozal is great friends with him for this reason! They get pretty close to matching it in his eyes.

12. what’s something that makes them laugh a little every time? Be specific!

Ithvozal doesn’t really surround themselves with things that would be considered funny/particularly joyful by most standards, but they always get a kick out of the dwarven automata being a little dumb. Between the spiders that are prone to falling off ledges and getting startled to the spheres that smack their heads on shelves, there’s plenty of things to laugh at with them. Alriac is also a rather large source of laughs for them :)

Alriac finds quite a few things laughable, but his favorite is when he messes with sailors as they panic over a ‘ghost’ on their ship(which is just him climbing up there and spooking people and messing with stuff lol). He collects jokes and stories to tell to Ithvozal as well, to try and get at least a smirk outta em! He’s gotta make up for lost time, since they didn’t become friends until about 100 years into their lives.

#random #skyrim #farlian’s ask box #farlian’s ocs #ask game #this is what happens when I don’t do the entire thing in one go #it sits in my drafts till I remember it again and get anxiety about it💀💀

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jiminrings · 2 years

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I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS DROPPING TODAYYYYY i cried when jungkook cried …… I felt…. Bad….. 😵‍💫 the jungkook im reading right now compared to the jungkook i read when it was just kind of their backstory and how simply he loves is so different 😭😭 is it different because of the circumstances? or is it the same we’re just seeing him under a microscope ? both maybe ? also i did end up doing the breathing everytime i read it it does absolutely calm me down even when i was crying because jungkook was crying 🙏 SORA WAS HAPPY IM SO HAPPY SHE WAS HAPPY AND NOT LIKE SUPER ANNOYING ABT IT 😭😭🙌🙌 their little talk when oc went to get her ring and her other things was so lovely to see and honestly i think u r so talented in the way that u can make ur readers hate a character one second and be in love with them the next because that’s truly what’s happening with jungkook i can’t not love him when he was making homemade meals man my jaw dropped when i read that ☹️☹️☹️☹️ also don’t know why but jimin being like kind of best buddies with jungkook for a split second ( not rlly ) made me love him so much i think his character is so cute 🌟🌟 finding out yoongi was actually gonna go through with it was such a shock especially a day after jungkook was gonna was SOOOOOO like omg idk i didn’t expect him to ever think of going through with it i thought he was only ever gonna love her from afar. AND OMG WHEN HE SAID GOOD WORK I THOUGHT HM WHAT IF IT WAS EUNWOO LOL AS IN LOL THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN HANNAH I CANT BELIEVE U that was so crazy i can’t wait to see if jungkook ever finds out if sora’s gonna get involved and stuff god i love drama 🙏 when jungkook was sobbing about the article THATS when i cried i didn’t even realize i was crying til i couldn’t read bc my eyes were so watery i caught myself making my eyes rlly big 😭 the shop scene was rlly such a nice ending to this chapter because seeing them together even if it was partially (because i know they miss each other especially jungkook when he kissed her cheek) pretend for her parents it still made me feel so nice and warm and it felt so normal for a second 🌟 i wonder if jungkook and her r ever gonna talk abt the yoongi thing as in yoongis almost confession and the dating scandal all of it im so scared but excited ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i rlly do love this series with all of my heart and i wish my asks could be more organized maybe i will start doing bullet points bc it’s honestly hard for Me to read back but thank u so much for writing and sharing it with us !!!! - 🌟

very sorry for making u Feel Bad but ur right ur right the jungkook of chapter 2 is lightyears away from the jungkook of chapter one!!! u also did the breathing exercises omg stop i will kiss u on ur cerebrum 💔💔 this is a wildcard opinion idk everyone will agree on but speaking for the next update, i think sora will be lovable !!!!! thank u thank u for the kind words ur one of my favorites omg i try to spot u everytime whenever i post fics :(( i will always try to fit the bff jimin agenda wherever until the day i die <3 u could imagine that jungkook was just FLOORED knowing that yoongi was so close to becoming oc’s :// that scene is a collective heartbreaker seeing all the asks regarding it </3 the shop scene made my heart n pussae jump a tiny little bc look at them!!! kissing each other’s cheeks wow!!!!! we will see what they r gonna do abt the yoongi situation in chapter 3 😼😼 i love ur asks whether organized or unorganized THANK YEWWWWW FOR BEING HERE

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valberryy · 3 years

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good god, let me give you my life. — kaeya

another converted oc fic!!!! yes i have many kaeya thoughts....... and i missed this oc in particular QAQ anyways please accept this word vomit its like 2k words im sorry idk what possessed me

pairing: kaeya x fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries + alcohol, light swearing (like, three instances max)

Kaeya had seen that doe-eyed look countless times before, but there was still something about the way your gaze burned almost incredulously into his own that made his smirk grow wider.

"Kaeya, you asshole!" you exclaimed, but your half-exasperated anger just made him laugh—by the Seven, you were even more fun to tease than Diluc!

"What's the rush?" he laughed, ignoring your hand on his chest to balance herself as you tiptoed to where he was holding your Vision right out of your reach. "Is widdle [Name] so scared of—"

You elbowed him in the gut at that, and his grip on your Vision wavered as he let out a pained oof. You pinned it back to where it normally hung, and a glance at your clothes—the buttoned up coat, the bags placed haphazardly on the ground next to your boots—was all it took for the lucidity to return to Kaeya's eyes.

"The others are waiting," you muttered, gaze downcast and cheeks flushed from the cold. Kaeya nodded. Wordlessly, you grabbed his hands and squeezed, ever so gently.

"I promise we'll come back to visit," you said. "And I'll write a lot."

Kaeya nodded again, a devious grin pulling at his lips but faltering at the edges. "When you do come back I'll ask Master Crepus to throw a party and I'll read out your letters for everyone to hear—"

"You—!"

"...So come back safe, okay?"

A sigh, then, and another light squeeze of his hands.

"I promise."

With that, Kaeya finally let you go—and already missing the warmth of your palms and the fleetingness of your touch, he watched as your back disappeared off into the horizon.

Kaeya often found himself waiting, those days, to the point that he might have called himself distracted if he hadn't known any better. The smile that graced his lips at each letter—which always started with your and your brother's neat handwriting, with little comments from your sister sprinkled all throughout, and sealed with some local flower or other—never failed to go unnoticed, to the point that even Diluc found himself sighing at the sight.

"You're an idiot," he had said, and nothing else.

Each year your visits had become a staple of summer, and for days on end Master Crepus' manor was filled with foreign music and dance. Kaeya never read out your letters like he said he would, but you two would always sneak out of the party with a bottle of champagne, and you would whisper gossip to each other like you always used to, conspiratory and scheming.

(Once, just as a laugh was about to spill from his lips, you placed your palm over the lower half of his face and kissed the back of your hand. "I thought you were bolder than that," he teased, and with a scoff you plucked the bottle from his hands.

"Oh? I'd like to see you do better, lover boy.")

One year the letters stopped, and you never came to visit. Winter came all too soon. The calla lilies in your last letter had begun to wilt.

The next year, he and Diluc parted ways. As their swords clashed for the last time, he wished it was your flames that had scorched him instead.

Two years hence, the Knights of Favonius found a young woman, half-conscious and all but bleeding out, under the tree at Windrise.

Kaeya had stopped in his tracks when he heard, his silver tongue going dry behind the calm smile he put on. "Thanks for the news," he told his subordinate. "I'll check it out."

As soon as he was alone, he let the panic sink in.

His walk to the cathedral was exceedingly brief, and Kaeya wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing. As he walked towards the infirmary he heard Barbara's voice—

"...but do you remember anything else?"

A pause, then a blunt, "No."

—And as he walked inside he saw the deaconess with her tome, and a little ways behind her was...you. You seemed a little pale and worse for wear, but when you looked at him with the same doe-eyed look as before, Kaeya couldn't help but feel the slightest bit relieved.

"You really worried me back there, love," he said smoothly. "How are you feeling now?"

You glanced almost unnoticeably at Barbara, who seemed to mouth something along the lines of, "Later."

"Alive, I guess," you responded, then paused for a good moment as you glanced at him fully. Kaeya raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry…" you said, "It's just that I've heard so much about you, but—"

But what? he thought, and felt his blood run cold again.

"—I have no idea who you are."

—

Kaeya thought it the worst of cruelties for you to be so similar to your old self, yet so wholly, horribly different. You walked with the same languid grace, spoke with the same haughtiness and pride, still tapped your teaspoon against the rim of your teacup—three times, every single time, with a resounding chime.

But you no longer looked at him the same, no longer laughed at his old jokes, no longer called him by his name. It was always captain or sir, and never what he so desperately longed to hear.

"You Knights are always so ineffective," Diluc sighed, and for the first time in years the Ragnvindr brothers finally found themselves in agreement.

Kaeya laughed self-pityingly, running one hand through his hair and using the other to swirl the contents of his half-empty glass. Another sigh, and just as he was about to speak again, the door to Angel's Share opened to the sound of laughter.

"Venti, I said no—"

"Oh, come on! All you've been doing is reading that journal of yours! I thought you—"

There was an indignant, ungraceful sounding yell, and the rest of Venti's words were muffled by what Kaeya assumed was your hand. You two whispered together some more—he even thought he heard you threaten him, if he wasn't mistaken—and with your defeated sigh, Venti began to tune his lyre.

Ah, you was going to dance, then.

Kaeya turned in his seat to the point where he could watch them from the corner of his vision, taking another drink from his steadily-emptying glass. With gentle hands, the bard began to pluck at his lyre strings, and with the same practiced, precise movements he committed so dearly to memory, your body began to sway.

He knew this one—it started off slowly, gently, only to speed up as the music did as well. One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three-four, went your heels against the wooden floor, and as the song ended and you bowed with a haughty flourish, Kaeya had abruptly stood up and left the tavern.

Your steps were light against the cobblestone when you caught up with him, that same night.

"Captain," you said, "you've been avoiding me."

He turned around to face you, a practiced smile on his lips. He couldn't look you in the eyes, though, no matter how intensely your gaze burned into him. "Oh? What might you be doing out so late, Miss [Surname]?"

You sighed, placing a hand on your hip. "You knew me before, right? That's why you keep running away?"

Kaeya's tongue went dry as he heard you speak. Ah, what does he say to this? He watched you sigh again, but this time you brought out the musty old journal that he knew hung from your waist.

You held it out to him expectantly, but he didn't take it.

"...We knew each other," he eventually replied, soft and without any of his normal bravado. "We were…close."

Your face remained impassive, but there was a glint in your eyes that gave your suspicion away. "...I see," you said. "Then…I want to start again. I can't be the person you knew before, but…"

It was Kaeya who sighed this time, endearingly. "You really haven't changed," he said, before holding out a hand for you to shake. "Allow me to reintroduce myself, then. Kaeya Alberich, at your service."

You smiled, and he felt his heart flutter and ache alike at the sight. Taking his hand, you said, "[Name] [Surname]…a pleasure it is to finally know you, Kaeya."

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Whenever dusk fell, Kaeya would often find you at one of the many taverns littered throughout the city, but your favourite seemed to be the Angel's Share, of all places. If you weren't dancing along to whatever tune the bard was singing, you were often talking with Diluc from the opposite end of the bar, sipping from your glass of wine.

And whenever Kaeya would walk in you would turn to him and raise your glass in greeting, crowing something or other about coincidence, and he would say something or other about fate; and then you would drink together as his brother grew increasingly exasperated at the volume.

One evening, he had lost track of how many rounds he had when his head began to grow fuzzy. He was only half-conscious of Charles' sigh, and you saying something along the lines of, "I'll bring him home."

With practiced ease—likely from your time hanging around with that drunkard bard—you lifted him up and slung his arm around your shoulders, struggling a bit from his height. "C'mon, captain, let's get you home," you said, to which he merely nodded and buried his face in the warmth of the crook of your neck.

"Y'know, it was always you getting wasted like this," he drawled. "Master Crepus used to—! He used to always scold us for stealing wine, but you were always half passed out so you never heard any of it."

You looked down, seemingly deep in thought. "It sounds like we were very close," you said, and he chuckled and hummed in the affirmative.

He began rambling again as you made the short walk to his house, continuing even as you dug through his pockets for his keys. How he still reads your letters, how you made fun of his eyepatch the very first time he wore it, how you two used to climb the tree at Windrise, hoping always, in vain, to somehow reach the highest bough. If he were less shitfaced and more sober perhaps he would have found it in himself to stem the waterfall of words spilling from his lips—honest and raw in a way neither of you were used to—but as it stood, all he could have done was bare his heart to you like this.

You were silent as you laid him down on his bed, mumbling more to yourself than to anyone else, "You need to drink water, Kaeya."

The silence between you hung heavy like a body on the gallows.

"I really loved you, you know."

Another pause, then, and then the soft caress of your palm against his cheek, and the lightest brush of your lips against his forehead.

"...Good night, Kaeya."

The next day, Kaeya woke up with the worst bitch of a migraine he's ever had in his life. As he rose to get a glass of water, he suddenly became aware of several things: firstly, the fact that he was a fucking idiot; second, the fact that he needs to get black-out drunk less often; and third, the fact that you were lying asleep on his couch, your journal in one hand and your other arm hanging off the side.

He sighed, placing down the empty glass, and walked over to you—and with your same gentleness from the night before, Kaeya brushed aside your bangs to press a kiss to your forehead.

—

"Snrk—you what?"

"Oh, yes, and then after that Jean said—"

You cut off the rest of his story by shoving a piece of meat in his mouth, and when Kaeya managed to swallow it he was met with the sight of your smug smile and your eyes still bleary from laughing.

"There's no way all of that happened because of a rabbit," you said, to which he laughed good-naturedly, followed by a sip from his glass of wine.

"You'd be surprised what kinds of things Klee can get herself into."

You laughed again, and he took another drink of wine. Ah, he missed this, he thought. Missed the way the breeze here at Windrise smelled of asters, missed the way the moonlight trickled down through the leaves of the giant tree.

(Most of all, he missed the little way your nose would crinkle when you laughed, but he'd prefer not to say that aloud, lest he be hit over the head with the wine bottle he brought along today—amnesia or not, he knew very well it was still within your strength to do so.)

Kaeya watched as you closed your eyes to enjoy the evening breeze, your hair like a wildfire in the breeze. You looked at him then, your eyes heavy with a certain lucidity that he couldn't name, but still managed to shake him somehow.

"...I'm in love with you, Kaeya."

When he smirked and said, "So I get to brag that I made you fall for me twice?" he was met with the same indignant, doe-eyed glare from all those years ago.

"I'm being serious!" you exclaimed, but he only laughed again, and covered your mouth with the palm of his hand. Before you could protest again, he kissed the back of his own hand and pulled away, a cheeky grin on his lips.

"Where'd all that bravado go, Mr. Casanova?"

Kaeya was hit with a pang of nostalgia, then. He looked at you, cheeks lightly flushed from the cold breeze and embarrassment alike, and his smile only widened further.

"Hmm? Think you can do any better, dearest?"

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x reader #bee writes

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solesurvivorpaigeargot · 3 years

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HOLY HELLO Sketchy friends, followers, and fans! It's that time again, time for...

SHIPPY SATURDAY!

The heck is happening here? Here's an FAQ~ Wanna support the event? Here's my Ko-fi!

That's right, it's FINALLY the last Saturday of the month... and I've decided it's high time our Quotable prompt evolved into a Dialog prompt! This is gonna work a lot like previous Quote prompts, but with an extra twist, so please make sure you read the guidelines for a valid request before sending in!

ONWARDS!

To make a VALID Shippy Saturday request, please send me the following in an ASK to my ASKBOX:

The COUPLE you'd like me to sketch up ---- OC? Heck yes! Canon? Hell yeah! All characters welcome, so long as they're from Fallout ---- OC x OC? Cool! Canon x Canon? SWEET! OC x Canon? DAMN RIGHT.

The NUMBER of the dialog snippet you'd like me to art them saying ---- Got more than one favorite? You may list up to THREE in your ask, in order of preference, to help the artist avoid repeats <3 ---- Still can't pick? Send in 'Dealer's Choice!' and the artist will pick one for you.... oooor possibly make up some fresh dialog on the spot ;3

What KIND OF RELATIONSHIP your couple has with each other ---- Romantic? Platonic? Professional? Familial? Rivals? Neighbors? Despite it's name, Shippy Saturday is about all kinds of human connections, not just the romantic ones! ---- Is your couple part of a larger OT3 or poly group? Tell me who else is part of the relationship; they probably won't get arted, but they might add their two cents to the scene from off-frame XD

IF YOU'RE SENDING IN AN OC!! ---- Send your request ask FIRST, without reference information ---- THEN send your OC's reference information to me via my Tumblr IM ---- Don't have any reference pictures, but you can type of a written description? Great! I love working from written descriptions! :D [ No, really, I do. Give them to me :D ]

After that, you can leave all the rest to me! :D [ I.e Please do not request poses or specific actions ]

Hokay? HOKAY! With all of that out of the way, let's get onto the dialog snippets! These are taken from various things I enjoy, as well as some of my own work. These quotes have been modified to gender neutral pronouns, to remove most proper nouns, and for brevity.

[ Some of these quotes have multiple speakers! That will be shown like this! "Speaker A" -- "Speaker B" ]

"Yeah, well, I'm a victim of circumstance" -- "... I thought you called it your pecker."

"Here, you look cold."

"You are so lucky I love you." -- "Damn right."

"You know the routine." -- "Yeah! WE do all the work, YOU get all the credit!"

"I want you with me, but... I'm scared." -- "Trust me. Trust me to take care of myself." -- "I trust you, it's the rest of the world I'm terrified of!"

"No breakfast?" -- "I did it yesterday-- bologna and beans, it's your turn." -- "No... It was eggs. I did eggs... over easy." -- "The hell you did! Bologna and beans, it's your turn!"

"I like the kind of person who can handle themselves... think on their feet."

"So you were ahead of me." -- "I don't know about ahead, but I've been behind you ever since you fried those mannequins."

"Don't make me say it out loud..." -- "... I can say it first, if that'll help."

"Nooooooope... five more minutes." -- "We were together all night." -- "Didn't count... I was sleepin'."

"Well, this is very serious" -- "IT IS!" -- "You, you destroyed a door." -- "Colonel, we're talking about a test on an armored vehicle, that will carry people into combat." -- "Right, but this door is property of--" -- "The shell barely penetrated the door." -- "okay, but now it's all bent out of shape. How are you gonna get it back on its hinges?" -- "I'LL BUY THE ARMY A NEW GODDAMN DOOR!"

"Sorry, I thought... I thought you were trying to buy something I'm not selling."

"I'm busy." -- "Too busy to look up?"

"You can't kill people just because you don't agree with them." -- "You see, that was the ONE point me and the doctors could never agree upon."

"Would you ever consider having a drink with an enlisted solider?" -- "Depends... does the enlisted soldier think I need one?" -- "What are they gonna do? Kick you out?"

"Thanks" -- "No problem, anytime."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up-- one day it's gonna happen to you. Someday someone is gonna ask you, who is it? And a face is gonna jump to the front of your mind, and it's gonna completely sandbag you... I can't wait to watch!"

[to a peacefully sleeping person ] -- "Good moring, Mx. ___, this is your wake-up call. Please move your ass."

"I say we run for it" -- "Running isn't a plan, runnin's what you do when a plan fails!"

"... Normal Illinois, is that on the map?" -- "Yes, Sergeant, it is." -- "... is it normal in Normal?" -- "... Uneventful, I think, is the word."

"Now-- how many brahmin does it take to make a stampede? Is it like... three or more? Is there a minimum speed?" -- "Wish a stampede up your ass."

"I don't mind being a secret of yours."

[Right after THE BIG FUCKING KISS] ".... let's not make it a year before the next one, okay?"

"If we were serious about money, we'd quit being hired hands--" -- "Handymen! We are han-dee-men." -- "Oh whatever! We'd quit this and go find some real money."

"Please... don't go where I can't follow."

"Alone is fine! I can do alone, it's worrying after them that's got me all wound up!" -- "Have you considered that's because alone is NOT FINE and you don't wanna do it anymore?" -- "---!!"

"This is not the first time you've been here." -- "We've been down this road before, that is correct." -- "Several times, in fact." -- "I hadn't been keeping count."

"And you must be ___, I've heard all about you." -- "I deny everything."

"First time I saw you? I thought to myself, that's the kind of person BRICK WALLS jump outta the way of." -- "Figured you'd be safer behind me rather than in front of me?" -- "Damn right."

"Just keep looking at that beautiful sky; that's the sky that'll be over our roof when we're done." -- "What if we don't finish the roof? Then we can look at the sky all the time."

"Yeah, well... maybe a friend is what I need right now."

"Next thing you know the Feds will be at our door; Sorry, time to move out, Eminent Domain." -- "Down honey, down."

"Even a heat-seeking missile can miss a target." -- "... you taped so many hot-plates to the test target you could fry an egg at 20 feet, and it STILL missed by a mile."

"My dear, my darling, love of my life...." -- "What do you want?"

"What I mean to say is... you make here a better place to be. For me. Easier. Does that make sense?"

"Calm down, you make it sound like a war." -- "What do you people have against being prepared?!"

"This is not just a report, it's a deadly weapon." -- "Sir, an M-16 is a deadly weapon. A report is just a pile of paper, unless you plan to inflict a lot of extremely vicious paper cuts."

"Stupid son of a bitch, knocked himself out cold..." -- "Cold my ass, he's dead."

"Y'know, in baseball, a guy who hits .400 is consider pretty damn great." -- "In baseball the losing team isn't killed by their opponents."

"Hey... I love you. Did I tell you that today?"

This post is going online at 8 PM, June 24th, 2021, US Pacific time. The askbox will open for requests until 6 PM, June 25th, 2021, US Pacific Time. Get yours in now!

Arting will begin at 9 AM tomorrow morning, see you then! :D

-Loor

#Sketchy Saturday #Sketchy Saturday Prompt #Shippy Saturday #Shippy Saturday Prompt #Dialog Prompt

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ray-jaykub · 4 years

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Helloo, wondering if you got any smutty requests, if not could you do a Raphael x read/oc/ whoever. Its been a few dates and they haven't run away, they invite him upstairs and things just continue on from there Maybe?

I'm so sorry this took so long, ive just been tired and im usually better at this and im sorry its so rushed :(

Warning: 18+ smut

Recently Raphael had just got in a relationship, that despite his doubt had been going quite well. She was a friend of April's and when they were found out she seemed unafraid. Y/n was brave, and when put to the challenge of dealing with him and his three brothers, she dance around the problems with grace.

When michelangelo broke that pretty teapot she didn't shout at him or fuss. She smiled and told the boy she'd get a new one. Y/n would listen to Donatello ramble on and on no matter the subject, she'd make him feel understood. Leonardo would get controlling and she'd be patient and calm with him, wanting to listen. But with Raphael... you treated him like a whole other subject. The way you would hold his shoulder in comfort and it would linger. How you looked at him from across a room or spoke to him on a deeper level of connection. Anytime he was near or with you it was like a whole part of him had returned and fit perfectly in his side. The being together was easy. The talking and holding and just being was easy. The hard part was when you weren't together. Raphael never doubted your love, not in a million years, but the people out there that could whisk you away. The people who could give you a normal life and normal sex. Oh that was a fantasy. He'd lay at night just dreaming of you and your soft skin. Trying to mimick that sweet voice of yours in his mind and just wishing to feel you. Raphael could recount every single time you told him he couldn't come in your room. Every single time you told him you weren't ready. It hurt the first few times but with a better knowledge he understood. Now he sat here on your couch back in the present. Raphael had been in deep thought till your soft voice drew him out. "You ok?" He turned to look at you, the living room lamp making it cozy. You laid strewn out in pajamas with your hair still damp from the shower and feet propped on his thigh. A worried look adorned your features. "Yeah, just thinking," he was quite for a second wondering if what he wanted to say would be worth it. Raph felt a smooth hand on his shoulder and saw that you sat up to be closer. "Do you ever think about being with someone else?" Now you really looked confused. Going to hold his arm with both of your own and leave a warm kiss on his cheek. "No, because I'm with you. You make me happy." You sweetly smiled and your face held no lie for him to find but it didn't feel enough. Raphael stood and looked down at you. "How can you be happy with me? I can't take you anywhere, I can't give you nice things like dinner and dates," he turned to the window staring down at the streets. "I can't love you like any normal human..." he heard you shift on the couch behind him. "What do you mean love me normal?" You whispered. Like someone else was walking around in the house and you didn't want them eavesdropping. When he looked back he saw you were halfway off the couch, your eyebrows furrowed. "I mean... that I'm not exactly what every girl looks for in their magazines." Raphael had to lower his voice to control the distressed churr in his throat. You came to stand beside him and grabbed his hand. He took a deep breath as you both stared at the cars stuck in traffic, the lights shining against the many windows of Manhattan. You pulled at his hand to look at you. He saw something flickering in your eye, a determination he hadn't seen since you'd stare after eachother. It was a look of promise. "Let's go to my room." He had barely heard it but you pulling him had confirmed. Raphael was silent as you opened your door and sat him on your bed. All around him smelled like you, like the you he inhales everytime he holds you. Quietly the door was shut and you stood in between his legs, arms wrapped around his neck. Everything was at a standstill, the only sound being your light breathing. "Raphael, I love you," you went to kiss his left eyelid, "and I don't care about dinners..." the right eyelid, "or dates..." his lip scar. "I just care about being with you and holding you." You finally kissed him, warm and gentle. Ten times sweeter then any kiss you had given him before. Instead of pulling back though, you went to deepen this kiss, biting on his lip. Your hands wandered over his shoulders and arms. His were on your waist and one in your wet hair, holding you against him. Raphael quickly opened his mouth to say something but you twisted your tounge with his and all he could do was groan. He realized that things were heading in a more erotic direction. How your breasts pressed against his plastron and how you tugged on his mask. You were drinking eachother in. Addicted to this wonderful taste. He couldn't take it anymore, gripping your hips and rolling you under him. His big hands went under your shirt and tugged down the cups of your bra. You had worked your hands down to his belt buckle, clumsy with your efforts. Raphael stood to take his shoes, armor and belt off. As soon as your pajama bottoms came off he nearly lost it. The jet black panties that clung to your ass in such a delicious way. You crawled till your back hit the headboard and gave him a look of need. Raph quickly followed, giving you another heated kiss as his hands palmed your ass. He couldn't believe he was finally able to lay with you, to feel the skin he's dreamed about for so long underneath him. To hear those high pitched whimpers in his ear and to feel you grind up on his hard on. Raph went to kiss down her neck while his hands groped your scalp and breast. "Fuck baby, I can't wait anymore." He stood on his knees and churred at the sight. Your hair was a curled mess and your shirt was crumpled. Raph could smell your arousal and that only turned him on more. He yanked your panties down and rubbed the inside of your thighs to coax you open. All the while you were panting and begging for him. This was all he ever wanted. A beautiful woman who wanted him and now he has it. He rubbed his thumb through your folds and started to circle your swollen clit. Biting his lip, he took his forefinger and circled your entrance, slowly stretching you out with his massive hand. You were bucking into his hand now, begging for him to let you cum. Raphael pulled his briefs down and grabbed his cock, pumping himself as he pleased you. He felt your silk walls tighten around his finger and your thighs shaked. Before you could reach your climax though he pulled away from you. The bed creaked under his weight as he bent down to give you another open mouthed kiss, the bulbous head of his dick fitting snuggly into your cunt. You moaned into his mouth and finally he hilted inside your soaking core. Raphael kissed your shoulders and collar bone, trying to calm himself down. It took you tugging at the tails of his mask to get him moving. The first thrust had both of you grasping for eachother. "Shit! R-raph god!" You clinched your eyes shut and you wrapped your legs around his feet. His thrusts were sharp and short, Raph's hips smacking against your ass. The heat pooled in his stomach fast and his thrust became staggered. Raphael knew he was about to finish, your were close too. Your eyes were unfocused and your head lolled back. He quickened his pace and felt your juices gush down his lap. You gripped the sheets and your mouth opened in a silent scream. You practically milked him as he came. He gripped your hips and kept you against him, grunting as he spilled into you. Raphael pulled out and went to lay beside you as you caught your breath. Turning to your side you tiredly smiled. "I love you." He smiled back, grabbing your hand in his.

#Tmnt x reader #Teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #Raphael x reader #Raph x reader #Smut #One-shot #this sucks :"(#Raphael #Raph

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majoraslion · 3 years

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Mind Your Role Demigod (Mk11 Oc x Shang Tsung)

Fluff, Angst, Sadness and Anger

Rating:More on Mature side for cursing, gore and slight NSFW mentions

Characters: Julissia (Oc), Dark Raiden, Funjin, and Shang Tsung

Prompt: Julissa had gotten into another arguement with Raiden about her role as a demigod and she stormed off from the sky temple angry, she figured she’d head to the Sorcerer’s island to talk and relax but it turns out Shang Tsung is in a angry mood and won’t give the dragon the time of the day to listen to her problems. So they get into a arguement and Harsh things are said before Julissa heads off to the other side of the island to be alone and Shang starts to feel guilty for what he said before he complicates on either comforting her or leaving her be.

(It may not be the best written but hope you like it!)

Rain pours down against the ground in a harsh manner, some would think the rain was showing it’s anger and boy they was right. Up above in the clouds lays a temple in the sky. Dark clouds that echoes with thunder lay around as two loud voices was booming from the halls. A 7 foot tall giant of a man slams a staff down electricity coming from it as he glares down over a young woman who looked like she wasn’t backing down anytime soon. On the other side watching them was another man who was braiding his hair eyeing the the man making sure the argument wasn’t going anywhere rougher than it needed to be. “Uncle Raiden for the last time no. I am not taking on these stupid duties! That is your job not mine.” “Don’t raise your voice at me Julissa!” The booming voice of Raiden speaks.

“You will stop these mortal games and take your place in learning about your demi god role. It is part of your duty and you will do it.” Julissa rolls her eyes and she crosses her arms looking up staring in Raiden’s glowing white eyes softly. “Uncle Raiden stop. I just want to be normal okay, it’s bad enough i deal with the fact my mom was a pure evil goddess bent on ruling everything. You don’t think i don’t hear this shit enough from Cetrion and then you! It’s tiring just like all the training!” Raiden sighs and puts a firm hand on her shoulder as he squeezes it gently. “Watch your Language Julissa..and you know we do this for your own good. We have to be on our toes to protect Earthrealm at anytime. Lu Kaing can’t always be there as the chosen one.” “Oh so the “Chosen one” gets it off real easy since he’s your star pupil, all i get is chewed out by a demi good who hasn’t taken a nap in a millennium! Which news flash it helps!”

Raiden scowls raising his voice as the thunder grows stronger outside shaking the building with each strike. “Julissa do not back talk me! You will take on you role, you can’t always run away from your problems when it’s necessary !” “My problems never fight me back unlike you do!” She pushes his hand off her shoulder and the man walks over from the wall putting a gentle hand on Julissa’s shoulder feeling her relax under his grip as Raiden eyes him. “Fujin do not butt into our conversation.” “Brother I think you need to take it easy on her. She can only do so much without you stressing her out.” Raiden crosses his arms as they feel the anger radiating off him as the wind god and dragon god look to each other bracing the wrath from the thunder god himself. “This is all because you hang around that snake Shang Tsung! You have become rebelious listening to his lies!” Julissa opens her mouth but she shakes her head growling towards Raiden. “Hey! Don’t talk about Shang like that! He isn’t the problem, ever thought that it’s you Uncle Raiden. You won’t take anything we tell you with a grain of salt!”

“She is right brother.” Fujin says calmly as he puts Julissa behind his back starting at his brother. “I understand you have been under a lot of stress here with the tournament and what’s been going on. Take it out on me but not Julissa. She has no part in this.” “She has every part in this when she goes behind our backs and hangs out with Shang Tsung. He’s been filling her head with lies Fujin, who knows what he has told her to make her ditch her duties.” Fujin rolls his eyes and he walks up to Raiden as he puts his hand on his shoulder making sure not to anger him further. “Brother the only one here that’s been filling her head with things would be you. You been putting pressure on her to be fill her role that you haven’t been doing a good job yourself, it’s a wonder she stays away from the temple and lives among the mortals. She feels like herself there and has love and support of everyone but you. You have driven her away and made her resent you.”

Raiden clenches his fists as his electricity turns a deep red and the two’s eyes widen at the action. “Well then If it must be done then I’ll teach you a lesson first brother, then i will make sure Julissa listens to me.” Julissa backs up from the thunder gods wraith and she almost yelps as static is felt at her tail. “Oh..he’s angry Uncle Fujin, what do we do.” “Julissa head off, I will calm my brother down.” Julissa looks to her uncle as he sheaves his sword softly. “Will you be okay.” “I’ll be fine, he’s under stress and isn’t meaning to take it out on us. But if you don’t want to see it get ugly i suggest you go now.” She nods at Fujin and the woman rushes off noting Raiden walking towards her before he is stopped by Fujin in his tracks. “Your fight is with me not her.” “Move brother NOW.” Julissa dodges a bolt of electricity and she closes her eyes feeling fur and scales grow as she transforms into her dragon form, her claws click against the marble floor and she sees the clouds ahead as yells is heard behind her the winds and electricity picking up more. A bolt hits Julissa’s side and she hisses in pain being knocked into the clouds as she falls through them. Below the clouds Julissa floats down softly eyeing the ocean around her as she navigates around, she ignores the pain in her side as she spots the island ahead of her knowing that’s her destination. She bears her fangs as she slips and she lands in the sands clumsily sliding down until she comes to a complete stop. Julissa pants laying down in the warm sand resting a bit as she gets her bearings.

“If I knew better I’d say you made quite the show didn’t you dragon..” Julissa lifts her head up seeing Shang Tsung walking towards her looking quite annoyed at her sudden interruption of whatever he was doing, she groans getting up and she watches him stop eyeing the damage done to her body. “Sorry to interrupt your “highness” but Im in need of a hiding place for a little while until Uncle Raiden cools off.” His lips quirk up into a smirk at her snapback of a tone and he chuckles dryly. “I sensed the storm brewing, what did you do this time hmm?” She huffs turning back into her human form and she sways as Shang helps her up. “What didn’t I do, he’s pissed off as usual at me rejecting being a god and hanging out with you.” Shang Tsung rolls his eyes and lets her hand go walking ahead as the woman follows him softly, Julissa holds her side watching the servants back up nervously as they walk through the halls. She was used to Shang’s abrupt ways of things but she knew it was his way of showing he did like her company even if he was distant.. They stop at his studies and walk in as he throws old books off his desk to the floor clearing it off. “Sit dragon.”

“Yes sir~.” She purrs sitting on the cool desk with a wince, Shang closes the door with a thud locking it and he walks over sitting in the chair staring at her with cold eyes. “Well..” “Well what?” She looks to him confused as he holds the bridge of his nose. “Take your shirt off Dragon..” “I thought you was done studying me for a few weeks Shang, am I that interesting to you.” She lightly teases and he looks to her with a unamused look as he grips the singed side of her shirt with his gauntlet. “The wound you moron, take your damned shirt off or ill do it.” “Okay okay sheesh! Everyone’s a critic..” She grips the base of the cloth raising it over her head wincing as the place starts to hurt, she throws it to the side looking back to Shang with tired eyes. “There happy?” She shivers at the cool air and relaxes a bit as she’s pretty comfortable with Shang seeing her half naked. It’s not like he hasn’t as much as he studies her in and out of her dragon form. He’s comfortable with her as much as he’s seen her breasts a lot of times. Raiden would kill her if he knew about it though. “How bad is the damage.” He reaches over to a box grabbing some glasses putting them on before he goes back to Julissa, he looks to the burned spot his cool gauntlets grazing over her skin making her shiver softly. Shang studies the place seeing the burned and charred skin that was bleeding in some places as he uses the sharp end of the gauntlet to scrape off some of the burnt skin revealing the bright red muscle hearing Kaiti let out a sharp hiss of pain.

“What the hell Shang Tsung!? That hurts you know!!” He looks up to her before he presses his hand against it hearing her whimpers of pain, she holds back her tears as she grips the table. “Who did this to you Songbird..” The dark tone that laced his voice go un noticed by Julissa as she looks to him hearing the nickname, prior to anyone’s knowledge Shang was kind and gentle around Julissa when no one was around. She was used to the small nicknames he gave her but it did show he cared about her. “It was Uncle Raiden..” She groans out feeling blood now leaking from the wound as it was aggravated from all the unwanted touches. Shang sighs as he lightly heals the wound so far as it could go before he starts to wrap it up with bandages. “You just let him attack you?” “No I didn’t just let him attack me, Fujin sent me off before any damage could be done.” He tightens the bandages handing Julissa one of his old shirts as she watches him clean up putting the shirt on noting it was pretty big on her. “Were is he now.” “Still at the temple, Fujin should be calming him down by now. It’s why i came down here. It wouldn’t have been bad if he didn’t start that demi god shit like he does.”

Shang ignores her as he picks up the books around them. “Seriously it make’s me mad he sometimes compares me to Lu Kaing and them, like am I not my own person just because I don’t want to do any of that.” She doesn’t hear anything from the sorcerer and she looks seeing him ignoring her still. “Uh Shang did you hear any of that?” “I heard you. I just chose to ignore it like i usually do.” “W-What..you mean every time i try to talk to you, you ignore me!?” “He may have a point dear, you can’t just ignore all the problems that comes with what you are. You always put it away just to goof off. You aren’t the most responsible fighter there is you know.” Julissa narrows her eyes and she gets up gripping his arm in anger before she turns him to face her. “Don’t tell me your gonna give me the same damned lecture to. I thought i could come to you Shang Tsung. I really thought you’d understand me out of all people. Your just like Raiden!!” She spits a bit of fire feeling her body heat up from all the emotions, Shang puts his hands on her shoulders seeing her look to him. “Calm down Julissa. It isn’t that bad, we can talk if you want dear but your making a big deal out of nothing.” “NOTHING!? Dammit i escaped this shit up at the temple and now Im hearing it from a man i care about! Your all the same you don’t understand!!” She feels hot tears run down her cheeks as her vision gets blurry.

Shang feels his patience getting thin and he digs his clawed fingers into her shirt digging them in. “S-Shang that hurts..” “You listen to me..you do not direct that anger towards me. I can throw you off my island as fast as you came here dragon.” Julissa glares and she throws his hands off her. “Then why don’t you do it. You seem so sure that don’t want me around!” “Maybe I don’t want a immature brat around here! You don’t take anything seriously and your nothing but a thorn in my side!” Julissa feels the tears pour some more and she shakes her head. “I wish I never met you Shang Tsung! Your a old fool who was nothing but a lackey to Shao Khan!” Shang goes quiet and he glares to Julissa with hatred and hurt in his eyes. “Mind your role Demigod..your a pathetic weak mongrel that Raiden just uses to help fuel his ego. Your not worth those powers and deserve what comes to you.” Julissa’s eyes widen and she shakes softly. “I hate you Shang Tsung..” The dragon god disappears and Shang Tsung is stunned as the words echoes through his head, Julissa lands in the sand on the outside of the island and she holds her head finally letting it all out with a roar of pain. She hits the sand in anger and turns into her dragon form letting out more roars before she collapses sobbing quietly.

The moon rises in the sky as Shang is trying to enjoy his dinner, its quiet not having Julissa sit beside him to enjoy it with him. He shakes his head messing with his food hating these weak feelings. He’s been feeling guilty for yelling at her and her words had been echoing through his head all day. Although he can sense she’s still on the island he hasn’t heard a word from her, Shang gets up and he heads to the window looking out over the ocean noticing her laying on the beach. He sighs softly and he walks off going to talk to her. Julissa looks at the water quietly hearing seagulls cawing over her, she didn’t really have the strength to leave since she felt drained from letting all her emotions out but the view was peaceful to her. She covers her body trying to keep warm but to no avail as the water comes in. A shiver racks though her and she closes her eyes trying to distract herself from it until she feels warm all of a sudden. Julissa opens her eyes confused and she looks seeing a coat was placed over her body, she grips the coat to her feeling someone sit next to her.

“Shang..” She says tired and hoarse looking ahead of her. Last person she expected to come and see her after what happened, Shang shifts in place and he wraps a arm around Julissa bringing her close to him. “What are you doing sorcerer.” “You’ll freeze to death if you don’t warm up dragon..you been out here all night you know.” She looks down softly and she sighs letting him hold her, they both sit quietly watching the waves come in before Shang breaks the silence finally. “I’m..I’m sorry Julissa. It was wrong of me to ignore you when you needed me and to say those things when i didn’t mean it.” Julissa looks to him grabbing his hand as he looks to her tired eyes. “I’m sorry to Shang Tsung. It was wrong of me to get angry with you and say those horrible things. I understand your a busy man and under stress. I guess i do come to you with to much of my problems huh.” He lets out a deep chuckle and brings the woman in his lap gently pressing a kiss to her forehead letting her lay her head on his chest. “I guess we’re both under stress huh..” “Yes but I promise to listen to you more.” “And I promise to take my demi god role more serious, I guess you and Raiden was right. I am a bit immature huh.”

Shang presses butterfly kisses to her neck and she lets out loud giggles. “Hey quit that tickles!” She laughs as they both go back in the sand laughing and look up to the moon, Julissa lays on his chest listening to his heart and she sighs. “Looks like I may need to stay the night. Although I don’t see any storms raging I wonder if Uncle Raiden has calmed down any.” “He may have songbird. Although i wouldn’t test the waters to be sure.” “Pfft Uncle Fujin is the king of keeping him at bay i’m sure it’s good.” They both relax on the beach talking as the clouds part some more, Fujin and Raiden back up from the sight and Raiden rubs his head. “I guess you was right brother. They are happy together.” “I told you let her go towards the decisions. She’ll come around trust me, tomorrow she’ll be up here and then you two can talk.” “What would I do without you brother.” Raiden gives Fujin a hug and they walk off as the wind picks up below on the beach. “UNCLE FUJIN NOT COOL!!” Yells Julissa as Fujin lets out a laugh with Raiden. “I have to bother her sometimes.”

#Mk11 #Mk11 oc #Julissa #Shang Tsung #shang tsung mortal kombat #Fujin #one-shot #fluff #angst #sadness #anger #sorry if theres mistakes #hope its good!#i tried lol

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sarah-writes-marvel · 4 years

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Imposter (2/2): Avengers x gn!Reader

S.S: sorry about the wait on this second part, havent had a lot of motivation to do much for a while. Im not sure how much I like this ending but I hope yall like it!

p.s::: Also, I write these as my own character first so if there are mentions of an OC let me know so I can fix it so everyone can enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, language, nothing else I dont think...

Word count: 1449

MASTERLIST Pt1

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My door slammed behind me as rage fumed from my being.

“What a bitch.” I muttered moving to my bathroom and stripping from my sweaty clothes and turning on the shower.

The lukewarm shower felt nice against my hot skin, creating a calming effect. It was nice. Relaxing almost. Until a sudden pounding at my door broke the peace.

“What!” I yelled, not bothering to get out of the shower not really caring who was there, just the fact that they interrupted my relaxation.

“Y/N, open the door we need to talk! Now!” Tony’s distinct voice called through the door. Mumbling a few curses as I reluctantly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my torso and opening my bedroom door to an angry looking Tony and Steve face of disappointment.

“Im kinda busy, what do you want?” I asked.

“What the hell did you say to Brooke? She's in tears.” Tony barked, eliciting an eyeroll.

“What a drama queen.” I mumbled under my breath.

“The hell did you say?” Tony said, gripping my wrist. I glared at him ripping my wrist from his hand.

“I said she’s a drama queen. Get over it.” I said clearly. “I told her that I didn’t trust her. I have the right not to trust someone who has been a part of Shield for the last 4 years, just come out about her powers.” I restated the conversation from earlier.

“Why would you say that to her? She's just trying to fit in.” Steve said in a sad sympathetic tone.

“Well, she seems to have fit in quite well, now hasn’t she.” I sent the two a fake smile “I’m going back to my shower.” I closed the door, ignoring the pounding knocks on the door as I walked back to my shower.

The pounding against my door finally ceased and I got out a few minutes afterwards, changing to sweats and a loose shirt.

I ran my finger through my tangled hair as I made my way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. As soon as I turned into the living room, the team was there coddling to the sniffling Brooke on the couch.

“Seriously, you’re still crying? It’s been an hour and a half.” I scoff at the sight, eyes all turning to me, looks of rage across each face.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to be an asshole or something?” Sam questioned, standing from his seat and making his way towards me.

“I’m just trying to show you that not everything is as it seems.” I sneered peering at Brooke over his shoulder.

“You’re a monster.” She whimpered quietly.

“Then maybe you should watch yourself. Monsters are dangerous.” I mocked moving past Sam to the kitchen.

Suddenly the quiet room went into chaos as Brooke stood up, placing her hand onto my clothed shoulder turning me to face her. Her hand still on my shoulder I took her wrist into my hand, tightening the grip.

A collective gasp came from the group, many standing from their spots on the couch. Brooke's eyes widened, frozen in shock before she realized that she was supposed to collapse right about now. As soon as I felt her knees buckle, falsely, I gripped her shoulders.

“Don’t play games with me. Don't ever, ever think you’re capable of that.” I chided, staring into her brown eyes.

Her mouth opened like a fish out of water, still in shock that her facade had been broken.

“I saw who you are. You really are a monster. The people you killed, families, innocent children.” She said, loud enough for the Avengers to hear, thinking she was really doing something. And she was, her words got under my skin.

“Oh ya? What else did you see? How I killed them? How I watched each of their souls leave their body before I determined it was a completed mission?” I sneered, seeing the tears in her eyes.

“You killed so many.” she whimpered pathetically.

“Do you know why?” I asked, truly testing her. Noone really knew the reason behind my mercenary days, they believed that I had been manipulated like Bucky and forced into it. Which was accurate if you looked at it sideways and squinted.

“You were manipulated. You were under Hydra’s control.” she stated confidently, tears still evident in her eyes. Another false.

“Bravo, you've read my file.” I smirked, “I was never manipulated into anything. And It wasn't Hydra, it was called The Mist.”

Brooke’s eyes widened, being caught in her lie, tears dripping down her cheeks. She took a timid step back, which I responded with taking a step towards her.

“Believe me, I've brushed against your skin plenty of times before this. If your powers were true you would be curled up on the floor in unconsolable tears right now.” I remarked.

I looked over her shoulder to the Avengers standing guard, Tony looking through archives coming across a secret file under my name. “You really should have done your research before coming after me.” I directed to Brooke looking at her again.

“Well, I’m sure now that your true past has been exposed they don't want anything to do with you anyways, considering how awful you really were.” Brooke sneered.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to have someone untrustworthy on the team.” I started. “But I’ve proven myself trustworthy enough times to show that I’m not some bitch trying to wiggle her way into the Avengers.”

“I’ve been loyal to them, showed them they could trust me.” she argued her defenses high.

“I’m sure you have, every time you told them something from their past, something that could be found within a file.” I countered. “Every time you touched someone, even though you supposedly avoided contact, just so one of the guys could catch you and coddle you.” I moved towards her, causing her to step backwards. “Every mission that someone had to come to your aid because you couldn't handle fighting like an Avenger.”

Her legs hit the couch and her knees buckled causing her to fall into the cushions. I planted myself in front of her, towering over her terrified figure.

“Your nothing but a liar. You’re not Avenger material, and after this scheme you're not even worth being a SHIELD agent.” I sneered. Her brown eyes widened as tears threatened to spill.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” she muttered quietly.

“God! You really don't know when you’ve lost do you? Get over yourself. You lost. You don't deserve a spot on this team or in this organization. Get out before I do something I might regret.” I emphasized.

At that she leapt up from the couch and retreated to her room, packed her bags and ran through the compound exiting the doors.

“Friday, call Fury. Tell him we have a stray agent.” I call out, turning back to the kitchen.

My way was blocked by a broadening figure. I looked up to see Steve, his face twisted with regret.

“I don't need an apology from any of you. I get it. Misguidance can be one hell of a factor in doing something you regret.” I stated before brushing past the Captain, hiding the rageful tears in my eyes.

I heard the sound of footsteps following me through the doorway, the sound of boots against the wooden floor of the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tony questioned. His tone was soft and filled with worry.

“Well, considering the welcoming party thrown for Bucky, that was talked about all over the world, I figured that if you truly knew my history my party wouldn't be as kind.” I turned to face them with a knowing look.

Ranges of guilt and empathy passed over the faces of the heros in front of me.

“Besides, ‘The Mist’ was disassembled eons ago after I left. I didn't think it was appropriate to bring up a ghost story of another evil organization. We have enough shit to deal with.” I gave a half-hearted smile to them, which was slimmly returned.

“We’re sorry. For everything.” Nat apologized, her green eyes boring into mine. I gave her a soft smile.

“Like I said, Misguidance is a hell of a thing. So no more apologizing let's just get back to the way things were and hope to God that Wanda comes home soon.” A quiet chuckle rumbles from the few in front of me as they move in for a quick hug.

Though there was still some healing to be done, everything went back to normal and we were the compatible team that people believed we always were.

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S.S: Again tell me what you think! Let me know of any errors or anything so I can fix them!! Thanks again for reading!

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rawritzrobin · 4 years

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Angel Amongst Bats Chapter 4

Title: Angel Amongst Bats

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stella Covington (My OC)

Warnings: Cursing, past major character death, a little bit angsty, fluff.

Summary: Tim spills the beans as Stella finally gets the answers she is looking for.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

A/N: Yes, I am aware that Renegade was Dick's character. But I liked the name for Jason instead (:

Chapter 4: Answers

Stella stared at Tim’s outstretched hand for a few seconds.

She was confused at the gesture. What did he mean by nice to meet you? They have been friends for years. Just then, it hit her. If she really died when she was a teen in this world, she never would’ve met him.

She shakes her head, rubs the back of her head with her left hand and shakes his right hand with her other hand. “Stella! Sorry. I kinda forgot where I was for a second there.”

They shook hands for a few seconds and pulled apart.

“Alfred. Do you mind if I steal Stella from you for a while?”

Alfred smiles down at Tim. “Of course not.” He nods in Stella’s direction. Stella smiles nervously.

“That is, only if you want to.”

“Of course!” Stella was more than willing. Maybe Tim would finally tell her why everyone is avoiding her questions about Jason in this universe. She stepped behind Tim’s wheelchair and wheeled him towards what she knew was Tim’s favorite place in the manor.

Once they were settled deep inside the gardens of Wayne Manor, Stella took a seat on one of the many wicker chairs surrounding them. It was a nice sunny fall day. There was a chill to the air, but that just made the sun more welcoming. Stella and Tim both stared into the beautiful greenery around them for a few moments. The silence was welcomed.

Stella was the first one to break the ice.

“So. You said Jason threw you off a building? Care to elaborate?” Stella asked curiously. Her elbows resting on her thighs and her chin resting on her hands.

Tim chuckles. “Do you want the full story that leads up to that? Or just that part of the story.”

“What do you think?”

“Well I can’t give you the full story since I joined the team late. But I can tell the things I have heard. It all started when you died.”

Stella nods. It was still weird for her to hear that she was dead in this universe. She was dead and yet life goes on. The world continues to function without you. It was surreal.

“Jason blamed Bruce. He kept repeating over and over again that he should have went for you first. It was already too late by then. And well, after the funeral, Jason sort of snapped. He left the manor one night and broke into Arkham.”

Stella listened intently, leaning closer to Tim. He went on.

“He took the Joker from his cell, and broke him out. Jason ripped the tracker in his arm off so that made it impossible to track him. It took them nearly 2 weeks to find him. By that time it was too late. Based on what they found it looked like Jason tortured him for a few days before leaving him to die, drowning in his own blood.”

Stella covered her mouth with her hands in shock. Jason hated the Joker, but she could never imagine him torturing Joker until he died. But then again, he had Stella to calm him down when he lost his temper. She wondered if he could really pull that off if she was the one who died that night. She thinks back to the day she tried to take her own life, how empty she felt without him.

Yeah, she could see Jason snapping the same way she almost did.

“He disappeared for a few years after that.” Tim continued. “That was when I joined. I only heard stories about what happened. I never even met him at that point. A year in we ran across a string of murders. Each as violent as the next. The only thing connecting them was the fact that they were all drug dealers. We didn’t put two and two together until one day we caught him, in the middle of killing Black Mask.”

Stella was silent. Her brain still trying to comprehend everything Tim has told her so far.

“He was wearing a black motorcycle type helmet. Called himself ‘Renegade’. It wasn’t until we caught a sample of his blood off Black Mask’s corpse that we realized it was him. The first time Dick and Bruce confronted him Dick ended up with a broken leg and Bruce nearly came home in pieces. Ever since then he’s just been sort of around. His latest victim was the Penguin.”

Stella gasped. “What?!” She asks.

Tim sighs. “Yeah. After that he sort of took over Gotham as one of the big crime lords. We tried to talk to him. One by one. But he wouldn’t listen. Well, when it was my turn he was furious. Called me ‘replacement’ before beating the shit out of me, and throwing me off a building. And well, here we are.” He says gesturing to his wheelchair.

At this point Stella was at the edge of her seat. She wanted nothing more than to return to her own world. Hearing such stories about the man she loved, even in a different dimension, was heartbreaking.

“The fall severed my lower nerves from my vertebra. I landed directly on the side of a trash can. The pain was excruciating, at first. But then everything went numb. Doctors are trying to find a cure, but I know better. I’ve actually gotten used to this by now. I kinda hated patrol anyways. I would much rather be on the computer supporting the team you know? Like a sort of watcher. Or…”

“Oracle.” Stella finished.

Tim smiles, “Yeah. Thats a good codename actually. Might have to take that one from you.”

“Well it’s not mine to take. You see back in my world…” Stella goes on, telling Tim the details from her world.

The two talk for hours. Exchanging stories from their own world. Stella tells Tim her Jason’s story. How he died, came back to life, and went mad before finally settling down with the Bat family once more. She told him how the Tim in her world was currently donning the name ‘Red Robin’. How the Joker in her world took away Barbara’s ability to walk..

Tim listened intently. Taking in every story and noting every difference between their worlds. Little did they know, Bruce was also listening in from the Batcave, through a few bugs he had planted in the garden.

By the time Stella was finishing her part of the story, Dick, Barbara, Damian, and even Alfred were gathered around the Bat computer. Barbara shivered at the Joker story, Dick pulled her into his arms.

“And that’s that. I was actually waiting for Jason to get back from patrol when I was sent here. By who and how I still don’t know. And believe me, even though my Jason seems a lot less violent than yours, there’s a running list of people who would love to get revenge on him.”

Stella lays back on the chair she was sitting in and sinks in. Closing her eyes, she slowly takes in everything Tim has just told her. So Jason did exist in this universe. He was just a psychotic murderer who was also a crime lord, but he also kills bad guys. Not to mention the fact that he has tried to murder each and every member of the family. Even Alfred apparently.

Tim studied her. To him she seemed like just your average girl. He couldn’t believe that this was the girl Jason went on a murder rampage for. She seemed so, normal. Sweet even. How did Jason land a girl like her? What was their story?

Stella sits back up. “Wait. So now that I have the full story. Can you tell me why Conner seems to despise me? By the looks of it he never even met this worlds version of me.”

Tim rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, he blames Jason for what happened to me. I have told him over and over again that Jason’s not in his right mind, but he still wants to kill him. I guess to him, knowing that you were the reason Jason snapped, he blames you for what happened to me.”

Stella raises her eyebrows. “First off, I am not the same Stella in this world, though she does sound cool. Second, it’s not like I did it on purpose. And third, IM NOT EVEN FROM THIS WORLD! And it’s not like I wanted to die!” She screams as she crosses her arms in and angry puff.

Tim smiles at her sheepishly. “I know. But he’s been extra protective of me ever since it happened.”

Stella wiggles her eyebrows at him. “Im guessing you two are dating in this universe too?”

Tim blushes. “Yeah. Is the Tim in your world with Conner too?” He asks.

“Pftt. No. They both have the hots for each other. But they’re both too proud to admit anything. It will probably take a life changing moment for those two to get together. Like..”

“Like the accident that brought Conner and I together in this world.” Tim finishes.

Stella looks at Tim sadly. “I’m sorry.” She looks down at her feet.

Tim rolls his chair closer to where Stella was sitting. He places his arm gently on her shoulder. She looks up.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not any of our faults.”

“Except that stupid clown.” Stella mutters under her breath.

Tim sighs. “Yeah.” He says as he turns to face someone. “Hey Alfred.”

Stella turns around to see Alfred approaching them. It was then she realized the sun had set, and it was already night time.

“Master Tim, Bruce is looking for you. Something has come up and they require your help.”

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bangchanshehe · 4 years

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The Orphanage pt. 10

Growing up in an orphanage was hard, but when three men kidnap you as collateral, you find out that your life prior to being trapped in a house with twelve men was a piece of cake. Your loved ones were more corrupt than you thought and your enemies are closer than ever.

OT12 X OC (INCOMPLETE)

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You ate your cake with suho in bed as the two of you shared awkward post orgasm conversation with each other. You didn’t know exactly what the sex meant, if it was just something casual for him since he had mentioned not liking you cuddling with the other men, or if it was just a means of bluffing in order to fulfill a need. You had thought about asking him more questions but decided against it and instead decided to come up with an escape route.

You looked around the bed and thought of anything that you could do. The kitchen was already cleaned, the boys had eaten. CHANYEOL! You immediately remembered and your eyes flew open wide with joy. You took the last bite of your cake and held onto your plate firmly.

“So uh, I’m going to go wash my plate and call it a night.” You said to Suho thinking that it sounded logical enough for him

He looked up to you from his plate with a mouthful of chocolate cake. He put his plate down and swallowed quickly “Just leave the plate and sleep here” he said as if what you had said meant that you would be going way out of your way. “I’ll take care of it in the morning” he said with a sweet smile.

You looked down at his empty plate and back at the one in your hands. You didn’t think that he would have expected for you to stay with him overnight. You thought of a way to politely refuse but felt that everything seemed very awkward and cold.

“did you need to do something?” he asked you with raised eyebrows and his interest piqued

You looked up to him with wide eyes. Busted. “I just-“ you started but couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence. It felt like you were running away from him. But you knew that if you had said anything to him that was a lie that he would be sure to figure it out one way or another. he has cameras everywhere. You gently reminded yourself.

“I…” you huffed out frustrated that it wasn’t simple to just say what you needed to say

“what? What’s going on?” he asked scooting closer to you on the bed and ran a hand down your thigh

You were hyper aware of the feeling of his palms on your body and you lightly shuddered. You looked down at where his hand rested and then you looked up at him. It was now or never, you either tell the truth or lie to him.

“I promised Chanyeol that tonight I would stay with him” you said quietly finally revealing the truth ready to get a scolding

You sat in a moment of silence and there was no response from him. You couldn’t stand the quiet so you looked away from him unable to continue to look him in the eye.

“okay, no worries” he finally said

You snapped your head up to look at him and you cocked an eyebrow. You were baffled for a moment and you looked at him as if he had grown a second head.

You didn’t think that it was going to be so simple to him that you were going to be with another man right after he had just said that he was jealous of you spending time with other members. So it was a lie…noted. You cleared your throat and started to make your way off of the bed. You gathered up all of your clothes and straightened yourself up before you would leave. You picked up your plate off of the bed and held your hand out to take Suho’s. he smiled up at you and handed his plate to you in silence.

You softly padded to the door and opened it up widely. You stepped into the doorway and quietly bid Suho goodnight. he nodded back to you with a small smile and you returned his smile before shutting the door behind you.

There was no one in the hallways but you could hear commotion in the living room, and you investigated what the noise was. When you walked in you saw four men playing video games and yelling over each other, bad mouthing how bad each other played. You chuckled at how childish the behavior was and moved into the kitchen, where you knew there were bound to be lingering men, hungry and waiting for food.

You rounded the corner and was surprised to see that there wasn’t anyone inside. You looked at the sink and the oven to see if there was any dishes or messes to clean up to distract yourself, but you were shocked that it was completely clean, despite the number of dishes that you were sure was going to accumulate after so many men had to eat.

You sighed deeply and nodded your head. Your instinctive intuitions about them were beginning to prove themselves wrong time and time again. Despite the few men who still terrified you the rest of the were surprisingly charming and welcoming. They would help you in whatever way they could, and you appreciated them greatly for it.

You looked back into the living room for any traces of Chanyeol before you began your search for him, but found nothing. so instead of lingering around you climbed up the stairs back to the room where you had painted for him earlier.

Nearing the door you noticed a light shining from underneath his door, giving Chanyeol’s location away. You lightly knocked on the door awaiting for a response for you to enter, or at least for Chanyeol to come to the door. You waited and there was no response or sign of movement from the room. You hesitated for a moment wondering if you should come back another time or just go into the room. But thinking about how open you and Chanyeol had been the past few days you had decided that it wouldn’t do any harm to walk in and make yourself known.

You cracked the door open slightly and peeked inside of the room. You looked around the bedroom and noticed the back of chanyeol’s head on the other side of his bed.

You quietly crept into the room and shut the door behind you as sofly as you could, in order to not disturb whatever it was that had captured all of chanyeol’s attention. You tiptoed to the edge of the bed and peered over to see what Chanyeol was doing. You could now see a pair of headphones and his big hands strumming on an electric guitar as he played.

You softly climbed his bed and made your way closer and closer to the edge revealing more of Chanyeol. You held a hand to your mouth to stifle the laughter that shook through you as you abruptly grabbed the top of chaneyols head.

He yelped, shrunk down and froze in place, not prepared for an attack so suddenly. You laughed out loud at how silly he looked, frightened and unprepared as to what to do next, but as soon as he realized that it was only you he immediately sprung into action.

He quickly gathered himself and jumped up, and over across you on the bed. He hands roamed your body and tickled whatever available flesh he could. Laughing now that the tables had turned and he was back in control. You gasped for air and begged for him to stop. And only until your face had turned the deepest shade of red did he stop his tickle attack.

He let go of you and you let your body go limp against his mattress as you desperately tried to calm your breathing. He sat next to you on the bed and smiled an evil grin down at you. When you finally felt like a normal being again you leaned up on your elbows and smiled back.

“what were you up to?” you asked him

He shrugged and looked away “I don’t know. Sometimes I get bored and just come in here and play”

You nodded your head and hummed, in understanding. Sometimes whenever you got bored you did the same thing, but instead of playing music you baked. Not only did it make you feel better about whatever was making you stressed out but it also helped you take your mind off of things.

“what were you playing?” you asked Chanyeol and he visibly froze in place.

You raised an eyebrow at his shocked state and eyed his guitar. “sorry, if it’s personal. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to” you said nervous that you had maybe crossed a boundary for Chanyeol

“no… no I’m sorry I just…” Chanyeol sighed and looked down at the musical instrument “I only play it when I get really stressed out. There’s something about just putting on the headphones and making you senses filled with only what you create that’s relieving.”

Your eyebrows crinkled and you looked up to Chanyeol with concern. He didn’t seem stressed out to you, but you guessed that there was more to what meets the eye. You sat up so you were sitting properly and you faced Chanyeol on his bed.

“chan, what’s going on?” you asked him with a serious expression

He looked up at you with an uncertain grimace and then chuckled “did you call me chan?” he asked with a small smile

Your eyes went wide “oh, um im sorry. I kind of just blurted that out without even thinking” you apologized

Chanyeol just chuckled even harder “no. its okay, really!” he ran a hand through his hair “I just didn’t expect a nickname to come from you” he explained

“oh” you said softly before looking at your hands, now feeling awkward about the mood of the room

“here” Chanyeol said getting up and grabbing his guitar only to sit back down on the bed across from you.

He unplugged the amp chord, the head phones and the distorter from the guitar and handed the instrument over to you. Unwillingly you accepted it, knowing nothing about the thing. You didn’t know what the chords were, how to hold a guitar, or how to play in the slightest. You looked up at him confused and he smiled down at you.

“don’t know how to play?” he asked

No violently shook your head no and he giggled. Come here he said, separating his legs so you could sit in front of him. You looked up at him unsure, but bit your tongue and did it telling yourself that it was only so he could teach you.

As you settled in between his legs he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and took your hands in his. He pointed out and strummed on every chord so you could become familiar with the instrument. And as soon as you got somewhat comfortable he started to teach you how to play a simple song on your own.

“ah” he groaned “you almost had it, but you messed up the last chord”

You mentally scolded yourself and shook your hand out, feeling the fatigue in it from the atypical hand movement. Once more you lined up your hands on the guitar and inhaled a deep breath.

Slowly you started to strum the song once more and within a minute smiled to yourself in triumph. You had done everything right this time, and while it wasn’t necessarily rocket science, it was a big accomplishment to you.

“you did good” Chanyeol laughed and patted your head softly “now try playing it faster and faster each time”

You sighed and went back at it again playing the song slightly faster each time than the last until finally you had gotten a hang of the song. You turned your head and smiled at Chanyeol in excitement, but your smile slowly dropped as you realized how close you and Chanyeol actually were.

You stared into his eyes and he softly gulped realizing that the position that you were in was exactly where he wanted you to be. He slowly leaned in to kiss you and his heart rate accelerated when he realized that you weren’t turning your head or denying him.

He was mere centimeters from your face and you had closed your eyes, ready for him to give you a soft kiss. But when the door opened and someone stepped inside of Chanyeol’s room you couldn’t help but turn shy and pull away from Chanyeol.

A throat cleared and you looked up to see a smirking Suho at the doorway of Chanyeol’s room. He shifted his weight on his feet and he turned to glare at Chanyeol. You were suddenly far more conscious of your position with your back pressed up against chanyeol’s chest. you quickly scooted down the bed so you were a safe distance from Chanyeol but also not to close to suho who looked less than happy.

“what are you doing?” suho asked with a deflated tone as if he already knew what was going on but was asking for confirmation

“I was teaching her how to play the guitar” Chanyeol said after a moment of hesitation

Suho hummed and walked towards the edge of the bed where you were sitting. He grabbed your hands and assessed your palms and fingers to make sure that the guitar strings weren’t too rough on you. When he dropped them, satisfied that you weren’t hurt he put his hands on your shoulders and began gently rubbing at them.

You were too nervous to say anything or do anything, so you mindlessly played with your fingers as you looked down at your feet.

“why don’t you go take a shower while Chanyeol and I have a little discussion” Suho said to you in your ear, loud enough that both you and Chanyeol could hear.

You gulped and looked up to Chanyeol, afraid of what a little discussion meant. You slowly nodded your head and moved into Chanyeol’s conjoined bathroom at a snails pace. When you were finally inside you stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, hoping that you could overhear whatever was about to take place in the other room.

“what did you want to talk about suho?” Chanyeol asked with a firm voice

“I wanted to talk to you about y/n.” suho started and you could feel the energy deepen somehow “a lot of members have now shown interest in her and I wanted to give everyone the same talk so that there is no confusion.” His voice trailed off to become dangerously deep

“Y/n is not just a play thing. She will be respected and treated like an equal.” Suho started and you immediately let out a sigh of relief “if she decides that she wants to become intimate with you then that is her own choice, and no one else’s. and no one is to harm her in any way, do you understand me?” Suho asked like a stern father

“of course “ you heard Chanyeol mutter like it was a joke that Suho was even mentioning these things to him

“good. Now scoot over” suho said

You could hear sheets rustling and a few grunt noises

“wait! What?... What are-.. What are you doing?” you could hear Chanyeol’s flustered voice

“I’m trying to get in bed!” suho said sounding fed up

“why are you trying to sleep in here?” Chanyeol asked back

“after what I just did to her, I don’t exactly feel like sharing. So it’ll be both of us or I drag her ass back to my room. Which shall it be?”

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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And Baby Makes Three

Summary: Anon request- I have a request if you have time! One where y/n or oc is famous too and she finds out pretty early in her relationship with Ashton that she is pregnant. Maybe include announcing it to the guys and then announcing it to the world? Thanks so much

A/N: Used this as my plot for my final part of my Luke’s twin sister series. So, she’s not technically famous… hope that’s okay!

Content: Sibling dynamics. Pregnancy.

Word Count: 1k

And away, and away we go!

Leia cursed as she looked down at the pregnancy test. Having a baby had not been what she meant when she announced she was moving to LA to live with Ashton to get a new lease on life. She wasn’t worried about Ashton’s reaction, or anyone else’s for that matter. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of suffocation that came with it. With moving in with Ashton, there was the freedom of moving out. She could run if she needed to. There was no running with a baby. She cursed more for even thinking that she would need to run from Ashton. He had always been kind to her, right from the start, and dating him for the last eight months had felt like the most normal thing in the world.

“Leia?” Ashton’s voice called out to her from the other side of the bathroom door. “You okay in there?” He could hear her cursing up a storm.

The door pulled open and she smiled brightly at him. “Yep! All good!”

He frowned. “You sure?”

She nodded, “Yeah. Course Ash. So, any big plans for today?”

He shook his head. “Nah. It’s a slow day.”

“You should invite the guys over, then.”

“Yeah?” He had plans that didn’t really bode well for company.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “C’mon, Ash. This tour was the longest time I got to see you guys in years. I want to hang out with everybody as often as I can. I didn’t realize how much I missed you all. Please? It’ll be fun.” Plus, it’ll be a lot easier to tell you all at once, she added silently as an afterthought.

He laughed as she pouted up at him with her bright red lips and big baby blue eyes. How was he ever supposed to say no to her? “Alright, alright. I’ll call everybody over.” His plans could wait.

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“Have I mentioned that I’m happy for you both? Because I am. Truly. You’re both important to me, and I want you both to be happy. But for fuck’s sake, STOP MAKING OUT WITH MY SISTER!” Luke’s voice had climbed louder to the point where his last words were a bellow.

Leia pulled back from Ashton and tilted her head to look over at her brother. “No one said you had to watch, creep.”

“She’s got you there, mate,” Ashton laughed, hooking his finger under Leia’s chin and bringing her lips back to his.

“Oi!” Luke shouted again, grabbing a pillow and launching it at the couple. “Seriously, Ash. Boundaries!”

Leia snorted. “Boundaries?! Need I remind you of all the years I dealt with you snogging your girlfriends? Or hiding tabloids from Mum for you?”

“That was different! You weren’t friends with those girls!”

“Yes, thanks for reminding me that you left me in Australia.”

“I didn’t fuckin leave you in Australia!”

“Well you didn’t ask me to come with you to London or LA! Ashton had to do that for you!”

“Ash only asked you because you lied about Wyatt to the rest of us!”

Leia noticeably flinched at the name drop. “Too far, Luke,” Ashton warned, his own voice a low growl.

Luke sighed. “Leia, I’m sorry. We wouldn’t have even moved here if it wasn’t for you. I never thought to ask because you seemed so comfortable back home. You should’ve told me. Hell if you did, I’d have bought you the first ticket out, you know that.”

“I know, Lu,” she nodded. “And you’re right. I didn’t care enough to follow you guys to London or out here. I wanted to prove that I was more than your shadow.”

“Leia, you’ve never been anyone’s shadow. If anything I was yours. For fuck’s sake I had to run away from home to figure out of I could stand on my own two feet, and I ended up with Ashton.”

Leia laughed at that. “Maybe Ashton’s just really good at taking care of the Hemmings twins.”

“He better be,” Luke said with a fake-glare at Ashton who coughed uncomfortably. Luke groaned. “Ew! No! Don’t wanna know! Boundaries!”

“It’s my house, mate,” Ashton laughed.

“Mine too,” Leia put in proudly. “Our house, our rules.”

“I lived here first!” Luke fake-pouted.

“Shouldn’t have moved out,” Leia shrugged.

Luke rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

Leia laughed. It felt good to bicker with Luke again. “Anyway… I wanted to tell you guys all something.”

“You finally got a job?!”Luke asked with teasing excitement.

Leia grabbed the pillow he had thrown at her and chucked it at his head. “I already had a job, you giant don’t stop.”

Ashton snickered into his fist while Calum and Mike howled with laughter. “What’s the news, baby?” Ashton asked her, his body still shaking from held back laughter.

“Nice word choice,” Leia said, patting the man’s chest affectionately.

The laughter of Calum and Mike cut off with a choke of bewilderment as all the eyes in the room snapped to Leia. “Uh… Leia?”

Leia shifted in her seat to dig her phone out of her back pocket. She unlocked it and passed it off to Ashton. Her teeth worried her bottom lip, her eyes studying her shoes as the phone was passed around. “So a baby, huh? I’m gonna be an uncle?” Luke’s voice was thick as he broke the silence.

Leia just nodded.

“I'm gonna be a dad?” Ashton croaked, not believing his luck.

Another nod. Then, the tears slide down her cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ashton said softly, holding her against his chest. “I’m on your side, no matter what you want,” he murmured into her hair.

She pushed against him, her chest tightening. “I’m feeling tired. I’m gonna go lay down.” The words spilled as she rushed out of the room.

Ashton moved to go after her, but Luke held up his hand. “I got it, Ash.” Ashton sat back down and nodded.

Luke found his sister sitting on the edge of her bed, head in her hands. “Talk to me, Le-le,” he gently coaxed as he sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“I’m suffocating, Lu,” was the whispered response.

“We’re not gonna let anything happen to you. He’s not getting anywhere near you ever again. And Ash isn’t him.”

“What happens when the story breaks? I can’t keep this a secret forever.”

“We’ll deal with it however you want.”

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years

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“On the Run” || YEAR 3 – Ch.3 (HP au)

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Day posted: 7/17/2020

Word count: 3,119

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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They had walked for a good thirty minutes before collapsing onto a bench under a light. They were sleepy, tired, exhausted, and starving now. The small meal they were allowed to have had now been burned and their bodies were begging for more sustenance. The night was cold and the wind cut like paper despite how hot it had been earlier that day. The moon was hiding behind clouds and the air was unusually silent for what they were used to.

Privet Drive was normally quiet, not silent, out at night. They could always hear the Dursleys and sometimes even the neighbors as they talked about their new fancy cars or how delicious their wife’s meals had been that night.

Now the street was empty, most lights were out, and things barely looked recognizable. Harry had run off in such a hurry she was sure they had taken a turn down a new area they hadn’t ever been to and the eeriness of the night was setting in.

She remembered the escaped prisoner and knew she needed to get them back, even if it was very unlikely that he’d be walking around Little Whinging – if that was still where they even were. She caught her breath and calmed her heart.

“Harry, we have to go back.”

“We can’t,” he no longer sounded mad and determined, but scared.

Heather put a hand on his shoulder, “Yes we can. We just need to get a hold of a wizard, make her better, and accept whatever punishment they give us.”

“Murder. The Dursleys will kill us,” Harry hung his head and pressed his hands to his face.

“They’re too boring for murder. If anything, they’ll give us up and we might end up with a new, much nicer family,” Heather leaned down and smiled, trying to catch his attention.

“Or we’ll be separated.”

She sat back and sighed, “I won’t let that happen. We’ll talk to people and – ”

“YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING. You’re not going talk your way out of getting us separated – you think you can fix things and you can’t!”

She stood suddenly, towering over him, “You’re right. My job is KEEPING THINGS FROM HAPPENING. And YOUR job is BREAKING EVERYTHING AND HAVING IT ALL GO YOUR WAY.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he stood and pushed her back.

“You know exactly what,” she pushed harder.

Harry fell back, tripping over his trunk and winced in pain.

“Sorry! I – ”

He held up his hand, cutting her off, “What if… what if we fly to London? We could get our money and live somewhere else with it!”

She put her hands on her hips, “How would we fly there? Our trunks are heavy, we can’t use magic, and Muggles will see us.”

“Well for starters, we’re probably expelled so we can use magic just fine now – ”

Heather winced, not realizing how horrible the situation really was.

“Which means we can make our trunks light as feathers and mount them on the brooms. And last, well its night and dark and everyone’s asleep,” he dusted himself off and opened his trunk, searching for something.

“We can’t just – ”

Harry turned around, scanning the area behind them and she followed his lead, feeling like something was watching them. They both fixed their eyes on the rustling bushes on the other side of the street. They took out their wands and Harry cast Lumos, shining bright light ahead of them.

Heather’s hand went for Harry’s arm and squeezed tight as two large gleaming eyes came forward out of the bush. A large dark lump stepped out onto the curb, keeping its fierce eyes steady, and bared its large teeth. She pulled Harry back and they stepped slowly away from whatever black creature was inching towards them.

BANG

They jumped even farther back and both of them fell onto their trunks as a large purple object appeared in front of them before their eyes. She looked up at the glass doors of a giant triple decker bus as it swooshed open and a conductor in a matching purple uniform hopped down the stairs and looked down at them.

“’Choo two call for The Knight Bus?”

Harry stood quickly and walked around the side to where the beast was and came back shaking his head. The conductor looked at them funny and repeated his question slower.

Heather looked around and shrugged, and then nodded, “…Yes.”

“Then welcome! The Knight Bus will take u anywhere you wish, just say the place and you’ll be on your way! I’m Stan Shunpike, your conductor this night and that,” he jabbed his thumb back at the driver, “Is Ernie Prang.”

Heather turned to Harry and whispered, “We can go back now and – ”

“How much to get to London?” Harry picked up his trunk and walked towards Stan.

“’Leven Sickles,” he squinted at Harry’s forehead.

Heather coughed and directed Stan’s attention away while Harry fixed his hair to cover his scar, “No, sorry, we’re going to Privet Drive.”

“Well I’M going to the Leaky Cauldron in London,” Harry reached into his trunk and took out eleven sickles and handed them to Stan. “You can take her wherever she wants,” he boarded the bus.

Heather scoffed and kicked open her trunk, dug out eleven sickles and dropped it into Stan’s open hand. She kicked her trunk closed and dragged it up the steps. She stood next to Harry, looking at five beds on the floor of the bus, all empty but one, containing a snoring old man with a bright orange night cap.

“You can ‘ave that one, and you this one,” Stan pointed at the two closest beds. “Right, now it’s all settled – Do your thing, Ern!”

BANG

They fell back onto the bed behind the driver as the bus shot forward at incredible speeds. Harry and Heather pressed their faces against the window and watched the lights and cars zoom passed like lightning, street after street.

“H-how fast are we going? It l-looks really fast,” Harry gripped the metal rail tight as they turned a corner on only the left side wheels.

Heather gripped the bed frame to keep from rolling off the bed.

“Don’ know… fast. That’s for sure,” Stan leaned on the armrest of Ernie’s reclining chair. “Five seconds an’ we’re in Wales.”

They watched Stan walk to the wooden staircase and call out to a “Madam Marsh” before turning back to them. “So woss your names.”

“Er,” Harry looked at Heather.

She shook her head and shrugged at him.

“I’m… N…eville… Neville Longbottom.”

“Right… and I’m Heather… Longbottom,” she pressed her lips together and waited for a reaction from Stan.

“Wuh, siblings or somethin’?”

“Yes,” Harry grinned, “Twins actually.”

Stan grinned back and scratched at the few pimples on his chin, “Never met twins before, that’s coo’.”

They nodded and huddled closer on the bed as they narrowly avoided two red double-deckers on the street. Stan either had no regard for his life or had complete and utter confidence in the old man with thick round glasses squinting behind the giant wheel.

BANG

The bus stopped and the bed slid forward. They barely had enough time to bring their legs up onto the bed when the side crashed behind the small driver’s wall. Stan kicked them back and helped an older woman get off the bus.

BANG

They were sent back like a set of marbles trapped in a pinball machine. How the other wizard was still asleep was beyond Heather, but it was incredible seeing a whole new part to the wizarding world besides shoppers, teachers, and students.

“How old are you?” Heather call out to Stan.

He cupped his hands, “Nineteen.”

BANG

They were sent forward and bounced back, and two more wizards boarded and headed to the third floor. As Heather’s eyes followed them up she noticed a fancy chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the bus. It swung ominously over them.

BANG

They bumped the back bed and rolled forward.

“When are we getting there,” Harry held his stomach.

Stan took out a large pocket watch, “In a minute.” He sat on the armrest again and unfolded the Daily Prophet.

Heather gasped as the same escaped convict on the muggle news stared back at them from the front page.

“That’s… Who is that? He was on the Muggle news!” Harry pointed.

“Neville, where you been? That’s Sirius Black, that is. Only wizard to have EVER escaped from Azkaban,” Stan tisked them and turned back to the page he was on, “Woz a big You-Know-‘Oo supporter. An’ only murdered thirteen people…” he looked at them from over the paper, “You two know of ‘Arry Potter, don’t you?”

They nodded quickly and Harry flattened his hair again.

“Good, at least. Well when he defeated You-Know-‘Oo, Sirius Black thought he’d take over, well it took a whole team of Aurors to bring ‘im in and all he did was laugh… Mad fellow, innee, Ern?”

BANG

The bed shot forward and bounced back, knocking Harry and Heather against each other.

“Well, ‘ere it is, the Leaky Cauldron,” Stan dragged Harry’s trunk from under his bed and rolled it down the stairs.

“Harry, look, you can wait here and I’ll go back and sort things out. You have enough for a few nights stay right?”

Harry frowned at her, “Sure. Whatever. If you’d rather live with the Dursleys – ”

She sighed, starting to get frustrated, “We need to stay somewhere permanent. We don’t have jobs. And if we’ve been expelled, we’ll have our wands snapped like Hagrid which means no magic.”

Harry’s frown disappeared and his expression turned worried again, “F-fine… Get in touch with me… somehow. I have enough for a week without your help so, either come back tomorrow if you can’t fix things or send Hedwig to me when she gets back.”

She nodded.

“At least the Weasleys will be back in two weeks,” Harry walked off the bus and rolled his trunk through the barely noticeable doors on the street.

Stan jumped back on and turned to her, “You’re the last one. So where to then?”

“4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey…” Heather sat back down on the front bed and held on tight as they shot forward again.

If it took thirty minutes to get to the Leaky Cauldron in London from the street they had stopped at, then it took around ten to make it back to Privet Drive. The bus halted in front of the Dursley’s house, whose lights were all still on.

She could see figures through the closed curtains, moving about and a strange pink car parked on the driveway. She picked up her trunk and headed out, waving goodbye to Stan and Ernie. The gravel crunched under her shoes and the night air howled through the tree leaves. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Within seconds the door flew open and an extremely tall and slightly chubby woman with a flashy eyeshadow smiled down at her.

“Ah, Miss Potter, dear, come in!”

Heather stepped through and looked at her awkwardly as the woman looked around outside before closing the door.

“Where is that wonderful brother of yours, dear?”

“He… uh… who are you?” Heather reached for her wand and held it firmly behind her, just in case.

“I’m from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad – the Minister of Magic sent us, Cornelius Fudge,” she smiled and pushed her through to the living room.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were seated on the couch across from a much smaller – older than even Dumbledore – man with a blue-feathered hat, who sat patiently sipping tea while Marge deflated in the backyard. The Tall woman took out a measuring tape and walked through the kitchen and out the glass doors to Marge and measured her arms, legs, head, neck, and waist.

She walked back in with a big grin, “Just a few more inches.”

“What will she say after all this!” Uncle Vernon grumbled and looked over at her, “So you’re back now, are you? Couldn’t handle the real world out there, could you?”

“Now, now, a deal’s a deal,” the tiny old man sung, “We put everything back to normal and the wee Potters can stay as they were, right here in their home.”

“MY home,” Uncle Vernon grumbled again.

“Where is your brother, dear?” the tall woman looked around again and down at Heather’s trunk.

“Not here… At the Leaky Cauldron – ”

“Ah, well then he’ll see the Minister of Magic there – he thought that was where he’d go – only a shame we couldn’t meet him.”

“Shame,” the tiny man repeated and took a sip of tea.

“Is… he in trouble? Are we expelled?”

“Oh dear, of course not! For blowing up your Aunt?” she laughed.

Uncle Vernon made a disgruntled noise.

“So…” Heather was trying to wrap her head around everything, “But last year a house elf’s magic got us in trouble – ”

“We should leave the past in the past, unless you’ve got yourself the right permits” the tiny man laughed, “Your brother will be staying there for the remainder of your vacation and there should be a room there for you too, paid for by the Ministry of course.”

Heather blinked multiple times, trying to understand how it was possible for Harry to have blown up Marge only to get them free rooms at Diagon Alley. She excused herself and walked out of the room and made her way up the stairs. Dudley was sitting on his bed watching his tv when she walked by and saw him jump off the bed and hide under it.

She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. She took a deep breath and crumpled onto the soft lime green mat, mentally and emotionally exhausted. She rolled onto her back and winced, digging out from under her a sharp green letter.

“I forgot!”

She unfurled it and ripped it open, pulling out a nice thick green card from inside.

‘Potter. If you don’t want to lose your spot on the team then I suggest you practice. You can either do a mediocre job with those Weasleys or you can come over to actually train with an experienced player.

– Draco Malfoy.’

It had slanted writing but overall, it was pretty neat, neater than Harry’s at least. She ran her hands through her hair and sat there thinking. He was right about them possibly losing their places if they didn’t train like Marcus wanted, with specific drills and everything. She loved Quidditch, almost as much as potions and herbology, and way more than art… but not as much as Harry and not more than she liked her friends who would likely see her going over as betrayal.

She laid back down and thrashed about angrily before sitting up and accepting how things where. She opened the door, walked out – ignoring Dudley’s squeal – and passed their open bedroom door when she saw Hedwig standing on the windowsill.

She ran over and took the letter from her beak.

‘Heather! Everything’s ok we aren’t going to Azkaban and we aren’t expelled! The Dursleys have to take us back and we get our own rooms here! For three weeks! For free! Food too! No punishments! Can you believe it? Hurry back!’

She frowned and took out a pen from their desk drawer, flipping the parchment over to respond.

‘I didn’t know YOU could have gone to Azkaban. And good we aren’t expelled.’

She paused and thought some more about Draco’s letter. She hated how happy he was everything worked out. He should have at least gotten a stern talking to… Well maybe she could make him see that not everything turns out well. She continued writing:

‘But the Dursleys are still extremely upset. I told them it was me since I’m the one back, and they say if I clean up around the house and do all the chores for the rest of vacation, then they won’t make us sleep outside next summer.’

“There.”

She would be killing four birds with one stone now. He would see she was right to come back, that there WERE repercussions to his actions, he would feel guilty, and she’d be able to go train with Draco without Harry knowing. She looked at the letter for a bit longer, knowing how guilty she’d feel lying like this. Not to mention the fact that last year Draco was saying awful stuff about Hermione and all the other muggle-borns…

“But Quidditch…” she groaned.

It wasn’t fair lots of Slytherins had such bad attitudes and opinions. She hadn’t even made any friends in her house yet for fear they’d be bad people and Harry, Ron, and Hermione would disapprove. And it was even worse that the only person her age on the team was a Malfoy. But she didn’t want to lose her place. And for the moment, he was the only one who was willing to go through all of Marcus’ drills with her and knew what they were.

“It’s not like we can play Quidditch in Diagon Alley,” she smiled and tied the letter to Hedwig’s leg, “See you, Hedwig. Make sure Harry is keeping me updated, alright?”

Hedwig hooted happily and flew away into the night. She went back downstairs and watched as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got Marge into the house and up the stairs.

“Memory wiped and no harm done,” the tall woman smiled, “Shall we give you a lift?”

Heather smiled back, “That would be great, thank you… Do you know where Malfoy Manor is?”

The woman frowned, “My dear, are you sure you wouldn’t rather be with Harry Potter? The Malfoys – ”

“I’m sure, thanks,” Heather cut her off as politely as possible.

She knew everything she’d say. How could a POTTER go to the house or even be friends with a MALFOY, former Voldemort Supporters? Mortal enemies of famous HARRY POTTER? Well, multiple people have also asked how she, a Potter, could be a Slytherin and so it didn’t matter to her. All she wanted, was to be just as good at Quidditch as Harry – so long as it was still fun – and prove BOTH Potters were skilled and powerful. Not just Harry.

“I’ll put your trunk in the back then,” the tall woman exited the house.

Heather followed the other wizard to the car and got settled in the back. The woman closed the trunk and got in the diver’s side and started the car, pulled out and headed away from Privet Drive and to what Heather hoped was Malfoy Manor and not the Leaky Cauldron.

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blooddrop-palace · 3 years

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Im gonna ask for Kassy

(Whoops sorry this is super late! I forgot I had asks in my inbox from right before I got sick with the pandemic. Here you go, and thank you so much for your ask!)

B A S I C S

full name: Kassandra King

gender: Female

sexuality: Pansexual, but she leans towards wanting partners who would make a good father, so in terms of humans, she leans towards males. (Her entire family is prone to polyamory, so any additional partners need not be male.)

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: She has a lot of family! Roy and Evan are her older half-brothers who are twins. Her mother June is now deceased, unfortunately. Her aunt Sage had a fight with the family and left for America before Kassy was born, so out in the states she has two cousins. Roy and Evan gets really cozy with a sweet witch named Lauren and so Kassy has seven nephews and nieces to love. (And yes, Lauren unabashedly sleeps with both of them, and they make a good family unit.) And there’s Kassy’s own daughter, Snow! Oh, and Lance/Aegis is technically her family, too. She’s something more than twelve generations down from him though, whereas Roy and Evan are directly new hybrids from him.

birthplace: Kassy, like all of the children of Lance’s nest, was born in the manor on the island he is chained to. Now that birth certificates have to be a thing, though, her listed birthplace is in Hong Kong.

job: Devil Hunter, though her “day job” is pole and strip dancing at a very fancy VIP strip club that is visited by a lot of the underground connections.

phobias: Kassy doesn’t have any extreme fears, but she is a very protective mama and auntie. The idea of hurt children torments her, and actual hurt children will make her very very mad.

guilty pleasures: Sex. Well, sex toys, because Dante “wrecked” her and no one else will ever be good enough. So during the time she wasn’t with him, she put her toy box to good use. And her favorite toys are always the big ones.

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral I guess? Her family does work with the underground groups such as the black market, the mafia, and triads. It’s a necessity. They attract most of the demonic attention, and the family needs the connection for birth certificates and the likes. The government knows a bit about them and is frankly scared of them, mistakenly believing they hold all the power over all of the underground crime scene because “when something goes wrong down there, the King Family cleans it up.”

sins - lust, pride, envy. The devil traits manifested in her are succubus traits, so bodily pleasures are something of a necessity for her. Her entire family runs on pride, and she envies people who can live freely, because as a part-devil she cannot mingle normally.

virtues - charity, kindness, justice. Though much of their wealth comes from “dubious” means... as in, charging underground bosses exorbitant amounts to clean up demon messes, she is still charitable with it. Just not in a lot of actual charity, because her family is careful about where they leave their marks. She likes to give gifts, especially with food, because she hates to see people go hungry. Much of that has to do with her kindness, too, and in her own way, it is a form of justice. When she travels, she known to visit homeless shelters or soup kitchens and drop off a ton of groceries. (And there was the one time she paid off Dante’s pizza tab and left extra money for him for food.)

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: more on the introverted side, though she is not opposed to interacting with people. She’s a learned introvert because she has to hide who she is.

organized/disorganized: organized but not to a fault. Her demands for others is usually “no tripping hazards” and “don’t leave food out where it can fester” but otherwise just be mindful of your stuff.

close minded/open-minded: I would say she’s open minded. She’s especially open minded about sex.

calm/anxious: easily anxious, her anxiety is the number one thing that made her doubt Dante would like to hear from her about her pregnancy, and she spent the next two decades never contacting him, thinking she didn’t deserve him anyway.

disagreeable/agreeable: a very agreeable person, especially towards people she loves. She has her moments of stubbornness though.

cautious/reckless: being an ambusher, she leans more towards cautious.

patient/impatient: patient, as with her nature as an ambusher.

outspoken/reserved: a little bit of both. She knows how to play a sexy role, but outside of that she’s shy.

leader/follower: follower, which was a bit of a problem because she’s supposed to be the “Queen” of the family. But Roy took care to help her with that. He’s the reason Kassy can afford her freedom, though by the end of the day, due to the specific devil’s blood that runs through their veins, Roy can never go against the Queen’s word when Kassy gets seriously stubborn about something.

empathetic/unemphatic: absolutely empathetic. She took one look at Dante’s state of living after a single night in bed with him and ordered him food and left extra money for later.

optimistic/pessimistic: She’s supposed to be optimistic, but in the situation where she considers her chances with her love interest, she tends to think pessimistically.

traditional/modern: she’s more adapted to the modern!

hard-working/lazy: mostly hard working, especially where her family is concerned.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Kassy x Dante! (There is one scenario of Kassy x Vergil I have tho.)

ot3: Though I stated she’s poly, I don’t see her with both Dante and Vergil, nor do I see those boys easily sliding into poly after all the stuff they’ve been through, so no ot3 for Kassy here. The circumstances in which she meets them in simply doesn’t make this the best option for her or them.

brotp: she will adore Seraphina! (And unabashedly trade sex tips with her, making Sera feel embarrassed.)

notp: Hmm... bring an OC I don’t have a lot of candidates for notp for her save for she has no untoward interest in her brothers.

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mikkock · 4 years

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Uhm??????? Unacceptable?? Please tell me more about your OCs in that last art? I demand it? I want a full report on my desk before morning? Cite your sources please?

Oh no,, you’re asking,,, about my own faves,,, sorry to everyone, but I guess im never going to shut up ever now. (i already don’t shut up ever, what have u done, im now going to speak so much that society will collapse AT LEAST)

But for real. I enjoy pretending I don’t have faves, I love all my kids the same, buT WE ALL KNO THAT’S A LIE, those two my fave bitches (they snatched that title from the last two faves, rip to them, and they also snatched, n I must really make that clear, the title of “the bitches with the most AUs from the previous previous faves. Their power.)

SO. Get ready for a ride, table of content: them, their respective character, their story, and the pLETHORA OF ALTERNATE STORIES I GAVE THEM because i must yell about all the versions of my kids i have (non-exhaustive cause its that serious bro, but ill take extra time for the universe depicted in that art just for u bby). (tbh if clamp is allowed to sprinkle their fave gays in all their universes so am i, except they aint secondary characters there, every story is just theirs. love that concept.)(itll be so long you’re getting a whole novel even if i have to post it in two posts)

So~ Em twos. Dari n Wei-wei as I call em, or Dumbass n Egg if you wanna get friendly.

They’re my proudest instance of “oops i made a squad of characters, and two of them just accidentally were so perfectly compatible and complementary oh no I guess they’re in love now.” And then they became my favourite. Cause I guess their potential was too much (jk its bc they hot)

cuties.

I spent ten minutes wondering which to introduce first cause dang son, I want to talk bout them both so much shefjgfdg

First, as I technically designed him first (like ten minutes before the other), my man weiwei. if u ever saw my art its impossible that you havent seen him at least once. cause i’m legit always drawing him. cause im in love bro.

Demonstration : here are my computer scribbled weiweis of 2020 so far (with a few daris there n there they’re a package deal), that i could find, and they do not include all the paper sketches that i’m too lazy to take pics of. (i just been drawing him with so much hair these days that’s illegal, his brand is baldness)

But anyway, he’s CHEN Chia-Wei, he’s 21, he’s Taiwanese n I love him. Two very important facets of his character when you meet him: he doesn’t talk, and is absolutely, in every single dimension, built to make you fall head over heels for him.

He’s (in the “canon” storyline if i may call it that since it’s def not my most developed one but oh well) an art student, mostly paints but is also great at photography and videography (his vibe is busy hectic pieces with strong bold colours, lots of harsh edges, and very people focused).

Aside from that, he’s also super into fashion, and because he’s part of the rich boy squad (the “im broke so im giving half my characters wealth in compensation) he Can and Does exhibit some quite funky fits when he feels like it. (maybe a reason I draw him a lot, since my fave thing is pretty boys in weird ass clothes)(and then i also draw him in just casual shit cuz tittiful men in plain white tees you know. there’s just something about it.)

Small compilation of outfits. ft me and my band handwriting roasting outfits that id also kill to own but ok u know.

He digs music. (i make playlists for my OCs and i gotta say, his is the best one, i spent so many hours researching it, “arranging” it etc n its still a work in progress but dude. she got many moods my fave part is when it suddenly turns into so many cheesy ballads also she’s enormous cause im as wordy in playlists as I am in writing.) listens to a lot, n also he can play piano n guitar. cause you know. heartthrobs got to win your heart with a song (and if he’s alone he can even mumble some songs, who knows maybe even sing em softly, definitly a sight to stumble on accidentally). Big main artists that have his vibes are Hello Nico, No Party for Cao Dong, n Circa Waves’s “what’s it like over there” album.

He does a lot of sports. He ain’t fit through magic, rip to him. He’s got a serious routine, and it’s a time he likes to use alone, cause nothing like running at the break of dawn, alone with your thoughts, which you can just easily forget through the exhaustion of a workout session afterwards.

he also eats. A lot. Food is just good, bro. (the canon story is def happening some place europe aka his biggest struggle is how expensive food is here. outrageous.)

He secretly loves super cheesy movies. the dramatic romcoms??? the cute shows that are just so cute and worriless?? anything involving soulmates??? yeh dude. he watches it, he reads it, he listens to it, and he may cry about it, but no one will know. That’s the one true guilty pleasure. (and he definitly has a collection of romance dvds, books n manhuas in his old room back at the family home. where no one can see it. perks of studying abroad. no one can see ur hoarding of material that clashes your image. “yes i watch edgy experimental things haha yes i love those smart people movies of course wow the philosophy…” and then immediatly goes to watch the trashiest predictable but oh so sweet dramas all night)

While he doesn’t speak (as in with the mouth) he can communicate in a bunch of language, due to having moved around quite a bit. On top of his native mandarin and hokkien, he’s fluent in English, so he can use those to write, and is also fluent in TSL, and pretty good in HKSL (and from that, other close-in-syntax sign languages). So he doesn’t have trouble getting around, but then he is also overall quiet in public (with close friends and over text though, that’s another story, that’s where he gets chattier, and also where you may get more of his true personality). Also, he can speak with his sister. That’s pretty cool bro.

I was going to say he’s a very “hides his true colours under a shell” type of character but you know, for an egg character, that’s pretty ironic. We love poetic cinema.

He presents himself as a very laid back, chill detached dude, going with the flow and all that great stuff, and masterfully mixes just the right doses of mysterious, flirty and calm to just go around vibing. But ain’t that jUST THE MILLENIAL’S ILLNESS, those dANG KIDS, going around, gettin relationships but never intimacy 👏😢 (there’s more to it dont leave)

First of all, before you see the Drama, the Turmoil, the first thing you notice when you really do befriend him is that he’s c h i l d i s h, he gets sulky when things dont go following the plan, he gets whiny n jealous for not getting attention , he gets competitive over stupid challenges, and way too playful if you start teasing, and when he gets flustered too…you think you get cool stoic dude but actually you get a dude who’s reacting to things with way too much intensity, and boi i thought u were gon be mature what’s that why have you been pouting for three days over losing a bet come on- That’s mostly coming up when he interacts with his sister, but the closest you are to him to more of it you get to see.

He’s also an affectionate dude actually. Like physically. As in you’ll get spontaneous hugs. He’s come nap on your shoulder. That’s a perk of befriending him if you ask me.

Also he tries to look so cool, so tough haha. He’s actually a lil sensitiv boi. he gets fluffy, he gets flustered, he heart eyes. you turn around and he’s gazing at ya as if you were the whole universe. he gets a mini crisis for holding hands with his crush. ya know. he’s secretly a softie.

nerd.

Then in the “what he doesn’t show” (my fave part), where you stock all the anxieties, all the trauma… Obviously there’s a lot of anxiety here (selective muteness being a symptom of it, he hides the other ones very well) mostly fear of inadequacy, of abandonement and of loneliness. mmmmmmmaybe that’s why he was v reticent to continue pursuing that one guy he was into when he realised he was just a tad too into him oh no is that some,, like?? some lovey-love?? cant have that im afraid of gettin heartbroken bro. Aint that sad for a someone who’s one true goal is just findin someone to love and to be with forever, the struggles of yearnin for a soulmate when there’s nothing you fear more than getting attached to a person and letting them see you and your flaws.., delicious.

Now tho (because its so alone speaking about a character on their own and i just wanna get to the part where i can speak bout em together and how they bring out bits of each others ya kno, the good kush….), Dari…

He’s pretty, i must say, and got the funniest hair to draw, and comes from the most opposite background to weiwei’s.

Darian Andriev PARVANOV, also 21, comes from the remote Bulgarian countryside, but i still love him (this makes it sound as if i wouldnt normally love someone from the bulgarian countryside. its not what i meant. by default ud remind me of my son so you’d start being liked if u came from the bulgarian countryside) Now for the first instance of “wow, the complementarity”. The first thing i thought making Dari was that he looked too cool, and that he obviously was a dumbass, and mostly that he was physically unable to shut up. (o fuck he’s me)

best picture i could find of him. He’s got the dilemma of “wow he looked so pretty n cool until he opened his mouth”

He’s ALSO an art student (cause they were initially created for the purpose of filling the gap of “i have ocs in every field except the one i sorta know that’s so stupid”), painting major (def vibes differently than weiwei though, he’s doing those soft pretty landscapes n flowers, everything real pretty and peaceful, we got some impressionism nerd in here folks).

He was/is a real country boy, farm family, he helped tend the fields, he worked in plantations for pocket money, he knows how to take care of cattle and chicken and goats and all the cool babies you can take care of, he can tell whether the soil is good or not, he can drive a tractor, and doesnt fear dirt.

but then also he’s kind of a neat freak, he hates getting paint on himself, so the duality of man, dirt ok but paint? disgostin. his spaces are real neat and spotless, he likes cleaning (its relaxing) and does it nearly too often.

his dumbassery comes from lack of common sense and impulsiveness, aside from that he’s actually what you’d call “mad smart”, dude had em good grades, he can memorise pages upon pages of the most trivial information, he has an accumulation of knowledge beyond limits, and is good at problem solving. so he can recite all the words of the F letter of the dictionnary, but would also put a curling iron in his mouth to see if it would curl his tongue. (side note, he does have a problem with heat n fire, most his “oopsie how i wound up hurting myself on acccident” story involve burning -that stove was just too tempting…)

while he doesnt feel very attached to his home country, he does feel strongly for his family. he’d do anything for his mum (and actually does everything to make her proud already, that’s his one main goal), and he’s ready to sacrifice a lot for her (as in, spend years working non-stop a really uncomfortable job so his mother wouldnt have to pay a cent of his expenses even though she said she could by doing some sacrifices herself,and then being ready to come back as soon as needed if anything happened, and potentially drop his career and dream n go back to the farm life to provide for mama)(also he still does hold onto some parts of his home country’s traditions, and does sometimes feel homesick but more in a ‘i left the most beautiful landscapes n the city feels cramped and claustrophobic and i dont know people and i dont feel in the right place cuz im a forreigner with a thicc accent who doesnt master the language of this place and straight up have different body language communicators due to cultural difference oh lord i wanna be home where a nod means no and a head shake is yes i keep misunderstanding everything”)

if you want background noise he’s the perfect pal to call over, he’s just so chatty, he got hours and hours of non stop speech ready for you. you can shut him up once you’re done listening with the offering of food. works everytime.

he’s definitly not shy. neither in terms of talking to people, nor when it comes to making decisions. he’s quite bold, and rarely hesitates to go towards something he wants. he’s direct in his approach to most everything.

he likes partying. mostly the socialising part, talkin to people is just fun ya feel. and being in the crowd, doing whatever, pressure free? ya can dance n enjoy yourself, and people wont notice? yeah that’s nice. but doesnt do it super often cause broke bitches aint got the party time n budget.

he likes arm. (just an excuse for me to drop this thing here cuz i like it)

While he’s an overall bubbly looking character, with a cheery loud personnality, he does carry some youth trauma that has him more reticent to engage in happiness, he comes from what you could call “not the wokest background” and he may have fallen victim of it : he’s kind of a flashy noticeable character, both physically and in his personnality, and doesnt exactly matches the expectations of dudes in the area he comes from (delicate, emotional and sweet guy? that doesnt exist bro). He went through it, and it has definitly had some impact on his confidence in many aspects. But he’s 100% the type of guy to put on the fake happy front because if feeling bad is sad, making the people you care about sad for you too is Unacceptable Right??? relying on friends?? what???

But then what are we supposed to be doing with such charming characters huh,,,

Make them fall in love obviously.

Their story obviously has to do with falling in love and workin a relationship cause if I dont write romance i literally die, but I make the center pivot of all of it communication, and barriers in communications. Most obvious being them coming from wildly different cultures, having different native languages, and also the ways you adapt to muteness (what i love most bout that part is even then they fucked up given the easiest quickest small body language things to communicate are head nods n then i managed to make one come from the one country that reverses those like iconic how do they even understand each other -through a lot of work and love bro) but also on more “introspective” points, how to say things that you are even afraid to think about, how to open up and share your burdens and trauma with someone, how to say words you’ve been convinced you weren’t allowed to, the inner turmoil of communication in short. And then also communication through art, and through alternative unusual ways. If i were snobbish i could call it something like “a thinkpieces on how humans overcome obstacles in communication, and adapt, all for the sake of pursuing love” but fact is its mostly boys being in love n learning how to speak, figuratively and also quite literally. And also its me having fun with making characters evolve from each other, be able to influence each other for the better, helping each other be more comfortable with themselves and express the true things of their personnality, and discover new aspects. I just wanna write intense and soulful love bro.

So in less concept and more facts, weiwei meets dari, dari being his puppy self just immediatly strikes a conversation and weiwei gets interested cause “oho nice pretty boy? very good. i want some of that”. they get closer because you cant fight off the Power of friendship (and also the power of “what your friend is bestie with my friend?? guess we hanging out”) and then friendship and interest turns into pining, held back by respective dread of what romance with the other would mean (as in “romance?? cant have that we cant feel” and “with him?? cant do that, convince yourself he’s just a friend immediatly what would the family think”) but eventually they do have to just crash into one another cause that’s just the gravitational pull bro, its physics bro. and from then on its all unlearning destructive behaviours, bettering oneself with the help of the other, and getting over trauma to finally live ur best life. and gettin fckin married bro they’re both cheeseballs theyll wanna wed

BUT MAKING EM FALL IN LOVE ONCE ISNT ENOUGH time to make 3894853 alternate universes about em.

Lets speak bout my fave of those for a hot second.

First of all, the one of the art that brought this ask, guess i could call it “Pretty Tribes” AU, bunch of tribes live and do their things, having nature and energy powers. Dari n Weiwei’s tribes are bros, the latter’s powers needing them to move around to get energy from different places, enabling them different abilities. So basically they get to hang at the other’s place while the regenerate energy from there, and in exchange they help them out with various tasks (dari’s tribe is a rly farmer oriented one, with plant magic, while weiwei’s got more poyvalent powers, and have very good healers notably, so it comes in handy). The two boys were born a few months apart in their respective tribes, so naturally, anything the two clans meet, they’re put together to play and all, and from that they became besties, and each time they meet, after the gaps of time separating the two groups, they feel more and more of a little something else~ story is themed round growing up, friendship between clans, their traditions and cultures, and pretty boys in pretty clothes in pretty landscapes interacting with nature.

The superpower AU, i fuckin love it bro. Its an old one, made for other characters, but i just love it so much that i had to inject my faves in it. Its got a grimy ugly setting, bad government, propaganda, and fights between super-people (heavily mediatised for entertainment and reinforcing the idea that “look at these evil villains thank god us the good government protects you from them”), with a side of bad ethics in science. In all that, those two have the role of “those two young enemy warrior and villain, they were so powerful and fought so hard”, public figures, legendary and admired by both sides, everyone followed their fights, til one day they presumably died in one of their showdowns. (haha sike they actually found themselves talking for 5 seconds and realised they lived in a society, n built a plan to run away). The main characters get to find they’re alive because one of em had history with super-warrior-golden-boy and go to seek their help to overthrow the Big Bads. (stealing them from their nice gay cottage hermit life smh so rude)

Mermaids. I like those. Sailor weiwei sees merman dari, they both save each other in different occasions, they grow fascinated with each other, they’re at sea, water romance. Amazing. AU made half cuz i just like water n fish. and shirtless sailors.

(i couldnt find art of it in five minutes so have a link to that lil animatic piece i made of it once)

Indie band AU, where i was listening to songs that vibe so well with those two in general n then my brain was like “what if they’re the ones playing”. They’re (along with the rest of the art squad) a nice little alternative rock band, doing their thing, then one of their songs blows up, and they get quite the attention, to the dismay of dari who wrote that song in a moment of “oh no im so in love with my bandmate but i cant tell him what if i ruin everything we have going on ill just have to love from afar and deal with that” and now has way too many people interested in who he wrote it about and theorising from his every move when performing it (a mix of music, secret crushes and social media) (ft a picture of neither of them but its the least ugly art i found of this AU cuz its old and instruments are the bane of my existence)(also kelana is so pretty i gotta flaunt her around)

in kind of the same vibe, as in we’re in a music world overexposed to social media, i also integrated em to an AU i did for fun, “boyband AU” as its called aka idol based band system cuz you kno, i got a hobby, lets apply it. Band boy Dari and bodyguard Weiwei got a thing going on, but can’t really act on it in any way, because they’d just destroy the whole band if it ever came public. Featuring annoying bandmates, catchy pop songs and people making fanaccounts of that one hot Mr.Bodyguard cause dang he hot.

(all the art of this one so ugly im sorry)

SPY AU, one of my fave brand. They spies, they get assigned on the same mission, they work real nice with each other. spies hot. fights. strategy. i just like the concept. Gays taking down the worst traffics imaginable??? I love that song.(i actually have so much on this cause s p i e s are fuckin great)

Fashion. U kNOW i have an AU for fashion. Supermodel and his private stylist, trying to maintain the line of professionalism. And failing to do so. Lets make out in unpractical designer clothes.

Have an highschool AU for a bunch of characters, injected them as “spinoff”, start chatting online being art buddies, fall in love without meeting (ft. all the iconics of internet friendship like knowing tiny details of their personnalities but not the fact that they have a sister or “waIT ur a GUY i thought u were a girl wow wild good news for my gay ass”)

n those are my faves as far as i remember, i got a fuckton of small other ones that arent fleshed out enough, or some that are more of a guilty pleasure universe, and some that are more like “projects that i can expend on as soon as i run out of daydream material” (like u kno those hospital drama shows with super innacurate medicine n shit like idk scrubs or whatever, yeh i want some of that but im keeping it for later)

#thats way less talk than i thought id do #prolly bc i wrote half of it when it was between midnight and one AM #wait no it was 2 am #but ye #sry if shit messy af #those two are my faves tho n talkin bout em on the spot is hard cuz my brain is screaming about everything bout em at once #if u wanna get more info on em do ask i love them so much n i feel i didnt do em justice here cuz speaking is a fraud words dont exist #im glad they caught ur interest tho #nothin more gratifyin than not being the only bitch who likes his own children

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«part four» pairing: sam holland x reader / abusive ex! OC x reader words: 2k warnings: hospitals, abusive relationship, anxiety attack, blood and bruising a/n: the fourth paarttt! this has taken a little bit, but we are saving all of you from seeing the details, for now... please be cautious if you haven’t read the other chapters head over to the masterlist in my bio for them, or click here

You could feel your phone buzzing in your hand, the contact names constantly appearing on your screen were giving you a headache. You knew that they were worried, you knew that they were scared. They needed answers but you weren’t prepared to give them up yet, you could barely register what was going on yourself. Your mind was whirling and it felt like your entire world was imploding on itself. Sighing softly, you looked out the window of Tom and Harrison’s apartment as you pulled up your texts with Sam,

Sam: where r u? ur freaking me out sunshine, u never came back.. yn: I had to leave.. I couldn’t stay u know that. I’m battered and bruised and bleeding bear.. Sam: u need to go to the hospital.. mum’s taking pads home and I’m coming to get u. yn: sam I want to be alone please, just leave me be. Sam: no way in hell. U faced this entire situation on ur own and it almost killed u. im not letting u do this alone, not any more. yn: I’m at Toms..

You stood in the kitchen with the kettle boiling away as you tried to process all of what had happened.. what if Sam had been seriously hurt? What if Tom hadn’t been able to be pulled off Jace? Why didn’t you leave him.. hell you were still wearing your dress. It was a shame that it had been ruined, you hadn’t felt this beautiful in a while.

It took Sam all of twenty minutes to reach you, he more than certainly had broken a few laws driving there but seeing him burst through that door, hair wild and looking like the weight of the world fell off his shoulders was all it took to bring you back to tears.

“I’m sorry..” was all you were able to let out as you fell into his arms.

“Shh..shhh… it’s okay, your okay. I got you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, I’m sorry you had to go through all of this alone..”

Seeing you like this broke Sam’s heart, he loved you. He loved you more than words could explain. You were always there for him, you always encouraged him to be his own person, make his own mistakes. You picked him up when he fell and would be his number one fan every time he soared.

Pulling back he stared deep into your eyes, smiling he as he gave you a kiss on your temple.

“Let’s get you out of that dress and into some different clothes, I’ve got a pair of your old dance shorts and I brought you one of my sweaters. We need to get you to a hospital okay, I need to know that your okay… physically anyway.”

The drive to the hospital was silent, you could feel Sam glancing at you from time to time. You didn’t know what to think.. you had been stuck in this situation for so long that while you felt free, free from Jace, free from being stuck in a never ending cycle but there was still so much that could go wrong. What if they left you when they found out all the horrible things that had actually happened to you? What if you were broken forever? Damaged goods that no one would ever want? What if the best that you could do was someone like Jace, he was perfect in every way to a lot of people. Sure you had an ever evolving career but what if you were so badly injured in so many ways that you couldn’t keep going…

Pulling up to a park at the hospital was daunting,

“They’re going to ask a lot of questions sunshine”

“I know…”

“They’re probably going to want you to report it too”

“I know Sam..”

“Are you ready?”

“Not in the slightest actually. I think I’m fine with all this superficial pain and bruising, I’ll probably be able to cover it up soon enough with some makeup. It’s worked before…”

Sam let out a deep sigh, he didn’t want you to be this façade anymore. He wanted you to let down your guard, he wanted you to feel safe enough to feel vulnerable around him. Slowly but surely you both got out of the car and began walking towards the entrance, it was beginning to get pretty late and by first glance at the emergency ward, it was actually pretty empty.

“Can I help you at all?” The voice of the triage nurse made you take a steep breathe in, you could feel your hands beginning to shake as you felt the urge to make a beeline towards the exit. You couldn’t do this, who did you think you are? Surely if you walk away, no. Run, run away, you could catch up with Jace.. a bit of grovelling and him getting the initial anger out and you’d be fine. You were insane to think that you could just say that you were done and it would be that.

“Hi, I want my friend to get checked out, her boyfriend, I mean, her ex kinda lost it when she tried to break up with him and I just want to make sure she’s okay..”

Sam’s voice sounded like he was yelling, you turned to face him with the look of complete and utter disbelief on your face. Was he insane! He just outed you to a complete stranger, and he didn’t break a sweat. The nurse softly turned her eyes towards you and briefly looked over the injuries that she could see, as she began typing away on her computer you pinched Sam’s arm, hard. As he whipped his head to you, as the two of you began to have a very silent but thundering screaming match between your eyes and expressions. You questioning him as to what the hell he was thinking and him to you about why the bloody hell you pinched him that hard! You had acrylics for christs sake and it hurt.

The nurse clearing her throat broke you out of your silent argument,

“I’m going to get them to take you straight through, we have private assessment rooms and that’s where a nurse is fully going to assess you okay darling. Now would you prefer a female or male nurse?”

“Female please, only if it isn’t too much hassle”

She sent you a quick and kind smile as she typed a few more things,

“Just head over to that door there and I’ll let you in”

Nodding your head, you and Sam began silently shuffling towards the door, you could hear displeased voices of other patients waiting to be seen, the chatter of nurses and beeping of machines. As the door let out a buzz, unlocking itself you reached out for Sam’s hand. Gripping it tightly you turned your head,

“Don’t you dare leave me, please.”

“Trust me sunshine, I’m not going anywhere.”

Walking past the stations and patients lying in beds, you could feel yourself growing more and more anxious. It felt like every eye in the room turned to stare you down, at this stage Sam was probably losing all circulation to his hand but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a damn. You were scared, terrified even. What if the nurse didn’t believe you? What if they called the police and they told you that you were making it all up because Jace seemed like the perfect man. The perfect boyfriend. Why did this feel like the biggest mistake of your life…

Sam thanked the nurse as she left you two in the room, shutting the door to block out the rest of the ward, as she left she softly stated that the nurse would be with you soon and that she was off now, but to call out if you needed anything or felt worse for wear. You didn’t see her give Sam a soft motherly pat on his shoulder, or the eye watering smile that she sent in your direction as you lost yourself in your mind. You were too focused on not have a breakdown because of the weight of the situation.

“You need to sit down before you give yourself an anxiety attack or collapse from holding your breathe” Sam walked towards you as he willed his hands to stop shaking, you needed him to be strong. You needed him to be calm and collected so that if you lost your mind you had someone to pick up the pieces and help you put yourself back together. As you sat and waited on the bed, you looked at Sam. Really looked at him.

His body was tense, his eyes were hardened but when he looked at you all you could see was love and warmth. His hands would close in and out of fists and when he would close his eyes he would take deep and sometimes shaky breaths.

“Take a picture it lasts longer” Sam looked you at as the words left his lips and a smirk grew on his face. You let out a laugh and couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you got a taste of the Sam you know. For the first time since you woke up you felt at complete and utter ease, it felt like you were normal, that you were you again. Just as you were going to reply the door opened,

“Hi yn, I’m Angela, your nurse. How you feeling?” She seemed nice, her voice was soft, but it still threw you. The question brought some uneasiness and weight back into the room. Here you were laughing and smiling when your throat was covered in a red and purple discolouration and your face had dried blood tracking down onto your neck.

“Fine. I’m fine…” You had never heard your voice so weak, it was easy to sense your fear. Sam came and sat on the bed with you, holding your hand as the nurse moved across the floor with all the supplies.

“So, what happened. I need to know exactly what went down for you to get all that bruising and blood, so I know how to treat it. Your safe here, it’s okay”

You held your eyes shut, willing yourself to disappear, praying that it would all just go away. Sam could feel you beginning to shake, your breathing was become uneven and flowing at a rapid pace. You were having a breakdown, you were terrified.

“yn if you don’t tell her she can’t help. She wants to help you sunshine…”

Sam was at a loss, he’d never seen you so terrified, how badly had Jace screwed you over?

“yn, look at me. Look at me honey.” Angela was standing in front of you now, her brow creasing and her movements slow, “you’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you, but I need to know what happened. You could be seriously hurt and you not saying anything could make it worse. I don’t have to know details, but we need to fix you up. This bruising is telling me that you’ve got a lot of swelling okay, and with it being at your throat there needs to be things that I check, things that I need to make sure aren’t damaged or at risk of causing more harm. And those cuts, the ones under all the blood, there’s a lot of bruising there too. I need to know what caused it so I can get an idea of how deep they are, how bad they are. I want you to get better so please, work with me here. I want to make sure that you’re going to be leaving here safe, I know the idea of the police and this being reported is scary for you but you getting better. You healing, that’s what’s important.. do you understand?”

Slowly you began opening your eyes, you were okay. Jace wasn’t here, but Sam was. You were safe with Sam. As you sat back and centred yourself, you realised.. you didn’t need to be afraid anymore, as long as you had someone who loved you, you would be okay.

“Okay”

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