#⋆｡°✩ IC — a real good luck charm

[windcharm]

( breath of the wild sentence starters | @raptcharm )

❝  save yourself. go! don’t worry about me - run!  ❞

HIS HESITATION WAS INVOLUNTARY. he blinked, & he was watching terra fly away from the land of departure, itching to reach him with every part of his heart. another blink & ven was reaching for him as a portal pulled him into the lanes between, unsure where he was going to end up. he steadied himself, focusing on the changes between the terra in his memories & the one before him now ( he had them, & aqua had them too–––– but not ven who did not have a scar on his body or a hair longer than when he had gone to sleep ).

it had been a long time ago, things were different now–––– a mantra he repeated often.

❝ no way! ❞

his feet carried him forward until he was side by side with terra. his key blade spun in his hand, a newly familiar weight ready to take on any heartless that got too close.

❝ we can do this together! ❞

aqua would be there soon, & if they couldn't handle it on their own, the three of them would be more than enough. ven believed it, now all he had to do was get terra to have faith in him, too.

[lilacgaby]

Yay request open oh oh if youre in Gumi era just having idea can I have more of his domestic fluff like planning on their future life any kind of domestic will do (๑•́ω•̀) 💗💗

title: my heart is yours eternally

pairing: boyfriend-> husband!megumi x girlfriend->wife!reader

summary: megumi thought this life he planned was only one in fairytales, but as he looked at the life he built with you, he knew it was real.

note: i love megumi pls pls pls request him more ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

"i want a small wedding." he said out of the blue as you two laid in his bed, holding your hand in his and he looked over you. "one that's intimate, i don't mind you choosing the theme or anything."

as you nodded thoughtfully, you entangled your fingers together. "mhm. just for us. and i want you to have a pretty ring too, i think you'd look nice with one in silver."

"you think?" he replied, eyebrow raised.

"i know so. and we can have a huge wedding cake-"

"vanilla."

"yes vanilla, with ice cream too. just for us."

he seemed content with that, smiling softly. until a thought crossed over his mind and he looked down at you with a look in his eye.

"i'll get you a nice ring, i promise. you just need to wait." he said, determined.

"i'll wait for you 'til the end of time, 'gumi."

he flushed and squeezed your hand tighter, he had to get the best for you. he couldn't sleep right if he didn't.

"you want any kids 'gumi?" you asked absentmindedly, not noticing the way he choked on air at the thought. images of you pregnant ran through his mind, his mind spiraling as he failed to find the words.

"megumi?"

"oh, uh.. a brother and a sister. that's all we need."

"sounds good, i wouldn't want our baby to get lonely when we're gone after all."

he felt his mind sputter at the thought of your baby, with features from you and him.

the topic of conversation eventually changed to something different, a show you were watching. as he listened to you recount how happy you were that the characters you hated died, his mind still kept going back to the conversation you had earlier.

he fell asleep holding your hand, images of the life you'd have together running through vividly, like he could almost touch it.

since then, he was determined to make that a reality for the two of you.

he proposed to you on your anniversary, taking every possible note he could about the types of rings you liked before choosing one. as he held you hand in his and slid on the ring, kissing you with only the sunset behind you as witness, he felt truly loved.

the months spent planning your wedding weren't as stressful as you handled it together. finding the perfect venue, small like you both wanted.

going on dates to sample cakes, laughing at megumi's face of disgust. choosing the topper for the cake, opting for two loving bunnies at the top since none of them could get megumi's hair right.

choosing who to invite, megumi 'begrudgingly' inviting his old friends from jujutsu high, and you yours.

him going out with gojo and yuuji to pick the perfect suit, you choosing your dress with your most trusted friends.

walking down the aisle, megumi felt emotional since you were just so gorgeous, he never felt as luck as he did when you were announced husband and wife.

well actually, that's a lie.

when you gifted him a box, full of baby clothes and a stick with two life changing lines on it, he knew you were his good luck charm.

as he promised, he loved you through even your sickness. a lot of foods made you nauseous, so he'd started to learn how to cook because it was exhausting for you.

your bump was bigger than average, not like he'd say it to your face, but it was confirmed when you went to get your ultrasound. twins.

you squinted your eyes at him and jokingly hit him on his shoulder lightly, saying, "this is your fault!"

he only laughed. at your gender reveal, just a small thing between you two, you held hands and cut a cake slice out of the cake. to your surprise, it was blue and pink.

your stomach got huge, at 9 months you just wanted your kids out. megumi would take you out on walks everyday, well just strolls around your house technically, but it was a lot for you.

on day number 3, your water broke. you thought you'd finally feel relieved, but good thing megumi was there because you panicked. he was too but mentally.

as you delivered your babies, the son first, you squeezed his hand for dear life.

when you went home with 2 kids a couple days later, you sleeping as megumi held the two in the rocking chair he'd picked out, he felt like it was a dream.

when you awoke, and he'd matched the features of your son who took after you and your daughter after him, his heart fluttered as he felt his body soar.

this is what love is, and this is what he dreamt of.

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Can’t Break Tradition

cairo sweet x female reader

summary: You and Cairo are rivals in the workplace. What’s with all the tension at your holiday party?

word count: 3k

a/n: office life au. Merry Christmas!

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“So I hear you’re still gunning for that promotion huh?”

You shrug, “Mhmm yeah” you say uninterested as your eyes dart around the lavish ballroom your company rented for the holiday party. The massive chandeliers, fancy ice sculptures, and bustling crowd do little to distract from your real focus tonight.

The rando from the IT department that you managed to find yourself in a conversation with responds. “Is that why you and Cairo have this whole thing going on?”

That gets your attention. Your gaze snaps to him, your brows furrowing slightly. “Whole thing?”

“You know what I mean,” he laughs waving his arm off like you said a joke. “Everyone knows," he says leaning in like he's about to share some juicy gossip. "I heard from Iris, who heard from Janice, who heard Winnie talking to Glenn, that apparently Cairo sabotaged your presentation last week so she could take over your clients." He finished cautiously.

Of course you knew what he meant by whole thing. Everyone in your department—Writing and Communications, knew that you and Cairo Sweet were both sworn enemies. Joining the company at the same time, in the same position, had practically set the stage for it—like fate had decided you were destined to clash.

What surprised you is that the tale of you and her had reached other departments. And considering the fact that this was the third person tonight to bring up Cairo to you, it was clear your dislike for each other hadn't gone unnoticed by anyone in the company.

As the IT guy rambled on about something, your eyes finally found what you were looking for. There she was: Cairo Sweet, standing at the top of the grand staircase. Draped in a perfectly tailored red dress that hugged her figure just right, she descended the steps with an effortless grace, completely aware to the sea of male coworkers now openly gawking at her.

You tugged at your red tie, the fabric suddenly feeling too tight against your collar, and scoffed under your breath. “Someone clearly mistook ‘holiday party’ for the Met Gala. Totally unprofessional,” you muttered, the sneer in your voice unmistakable.

“I think she looks incredible,” the IT guy said, glancing at you with a grin.

You shot him a sharp side-eye and rolled your eyes for good measure before scanning the room again. Cairo had disappeared from view, and you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of irritation as you tried to pinpoint where she’d gone.

Knowing where she was meant knowing where to avoid.

“Seriously, though,” the IT guy continued, oblivious to your distraction. “You two really know how to keep everyone entertained. I mean, the banter, the glares—it’s like you’re living in a rom-com, only without the romance part.”

You snorted, finally tearing your gaze away from the crowd. “You sure are right about that. There’s nothing romantic about Sweet. She’s all ego and sabotage wrapped in a designer dress.”

The IT guy just shrugged, clearly amused. “If you say so. Anyways, good luck with that promotion. Looks like she’s already working the room.” He pointed toward the bar, where Cairo was now standing, chatting animatedly with a group of senior managers.

You clenched your jaw, the sight of her effortless charm setting you on edge. Of course, she was already playing the game. Cairo Sweet didn’t just show up—she made sure everyone noticed her.

Determined not to let her get under your skin, you grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing server and made your way across the room. You weren’t about to let her win tonight.

But just as you reached the edge of the bar, Cairo turned, her sharp gaze locking onto yours like a heat-seeking missile. Her lips curved into a smirk, and for a moment, the air between you crackled with tension.

“Y/n,” she greeted smoothly, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Enjoying the party?”

“Trying to,” you shot back, your voice laced with sarcasm. “Though it’s hard to relax when certain people keep making everything about them.”

Her smirk widened, and she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping just enough for only you to hear. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, you know.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, your colleague and best friend Glenn’s voice cut in.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there, you two,” he said, stepping between you with a grin. “Can’t you at least pretend to get along for one night? It’s the holidays.”

“Tell that to her,” you said, jerking your thumb toward Cairo.

“Please,” Cairo scoffed, crossing her arms. “If anyone needs a lesson in playing nice, it’s you.”

Glenn laughed, clearly unfazed by the tension. “Classic you two. Anyway, don’t let me interrupt. Just thought I’d enjoy the show while it lasts.”

As Glenn stepped away, Cairo leaned in again, her eyes glinting with something you’ve seen countless times. “Careful, Y/n. Keep glaring at me like that, and people might think you actually care.”

With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there, your champagne untouched and your pulse racing.

“You know, for someone who claims to hate her, you sure spend a lot of time looking for her,” Glenn says turning around and rejoining the conversation, holding a drink in one hand and his trademark grin on full display.

You groaned internally. Of course, Glenn had to watch that interaction. Your best friend always had a knack for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. “Don’t start,” you muttered, shooting him a warning look.

“What? I’m just saying,” He teased, leaning casually against the nearby bar. “First thing you do when you walk into a room is look for her. It’s like clockwork.”

“I wasn’t looking for her,” you lied, adjusting your tie again.

Glenn barked out a laugh. “Right. And I’m next in line for CEO. Come on, admit it—you love the drama. You and Cairo going at it is like some kind of soap opera for this office. My sister says even her team takes bets on who’s gonna snap first.”

You rolled your eyes, though your stomach twisted at the mention of Winnie. Of course, Glenn’s sister would be involved— Cairo and Winnie were practically inseparable. And if Winnie was anything—she was observant. If Winnie was running her mouth about you and Cairo, then there was no telling what kind of nonsense the office was spinning.

“Winnie doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” you said firmly.

Glenn raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Sure she doesn’t. Look, I get it. Cairo can be... intense. But you’ve gotta admit, she keeps you on your toes. Maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed with hating her.”

“Obsessed?” you repeated, incredulous. “I’m not obsessed. She’s just—”

“Here we go,” Glenn interrupted with a grin, gesturing for you to continue. “Let me guess. She’s arrogant, competitive, impossible to work with—did I miss anything?”

You scowled, crossing your arms. “She’s all of that and more. Trust me, if I could avoid her, I would.”

Your friend smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Uh-huh. Sure. But you’d be bored out of your mind without her around. Admit it, she makes things interesting.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat as your eyes found Cairo again. She was across the room now, laughing at something Winnie said, her smile lighting up the space around her.

Glenn followed your gaze and let out a low whistle. “Man, if that’s what hatred looks like, then sign me up.”

You tore your eyes away, glaring at him. “Shut up, G.”

He just laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “Whatever you say, buddy. But if there's something else going on,” he winks, "Then feel free to confide in me."

You shook your head, as he walked off looking to network with someone that could probably make him the next CEO. You gave up on the champagne and flag the bartender down to make you something stronger.

The bartender, a sharp-eyed woman with a no-nonsense air, approached with a towel slung over her shoulder. She tilted her head, her lips quirking in an amused smile as she set a tumbler in front of you. "Let me guess—bad night already?"

You sighed, resting your elbows on the bar. "You have no idea."

As she mixed your drink, she glanced at you, her brow lifting. "You’re Y/n, right?"

You froze. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

She leaned closer, dropping her voice conspiratorially. "I’ve heard the whispers. You and Sweet." Her lips pulled into a smirk. "You guys really hate each other that much, or is it just for show?"

You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face. "Seriously? Even the bartender knows?"

She laughed, sliding your drink across the bar. "Hey, I’ve got ears. And let me tell you, office gossip is way more entertaining than the soap operas my grandma used to watch. People are saying it’s like the ultimate rivalry. You know, ‘will they or won’t they.’"

"It’s a ‘won’t they,’" you muttered, taking a sip of your drink. "Definitely a ‘won’t they.’"

The bartender shrugged, unconvinced. "If you say so. But honestly, you two sound like you’re either gonna kill each other or..." She trailed off, her smirk widening.

"Don’t even finish that sentence," you warned, pointing at her with your glass, looking around you for prying ears.

She chuckled, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I’ll drop it. For now."

As you took another sip, you glanced down the bar and froze. There she was—Cairo—leaning casually against the counter, her red dress shimmering under the dim lights. Beside her, some overly confident guy was clearly trying his luck, gesturing animatedly as he spoke. Cairo’s smile didn’t falter, but you could tell from the way her body angled slightly away from him that she wasn’t interested.

Your grip on the glass tightened.

The bartender, noticing your shift in attention, followed your gaze. "Ah, there she is. The infamous Cairo. Gotta admit, she’s got style."

The bartender then noticed her pushy company. "Looks like someone’s got her hands full."

You rolled your eyes, downing the rest of your drink in one gulp. "Yeah, well, she can handle it."

"Sure she can," the bartender said with a smirk. "But you’re still watching, aren’t you?"

You ignored the comment, setting the empty glass on the counter. "Thanks for the drink," you said curtly before standing and adjusting your tie.

Your focus already zeroed in on the scene unfolding at the other end of the bar. You knew more than anything that Cairo could handle this situation herself, but your legs had a mind of their own.

By the time you reached her, just as you’d predicted, the guy was already retreating, his shoulders slumping with dejection. Cairo’s sharp gaze followed him for a second before shifting to you. Her expression softened, ever so slightly, but her voice remained crisp.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Y/l/n?" she asked, tilting her head.

You slid into the space the guy had just vacated, leaning casually against the bar. "Just doing my civic duty. Looked like you were stuck with a walking HR complaint."

Cairo smirked, a flicker of amusement crossing her face. "And here I thought you were avoiding me tonight. How uncharacteristic of you."

You shrugged, signaling to the bartender for another drink. "Not everything’s about you, Sweet. I was thirsty."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint hidden beneath her usual sharpness. "Right. And yet, here you are, conveniently stationed right next to me."

The bartender slides you another drink.

You met her gaze, holding it for a beat longer than necessary. "If you want to believe the universe keeps throwing us together, who am I to argue?"

"Well," she said, her voice quieter but no less cutting, "the universe must have a cruel sense of humor."

You smirked, setting your glass down. "Or it just knows how much fun we have hating each other."

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "You have no idea."

Before you could respond, someone from your team called her name from across the room. Cairo straightened, her professional mask sliding back into place with ease.

"Looks like I’m needed," she said, her tone light but her eyes lingering on yours for just a moment too long.

"Don’t let me keep you," you said, stepping aside.

As she walked away, you couldn’t help but watch her go, the familiar mix of emotions churning in your chest.

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The evening progressed with a blur of polite conversation and forced laughs as you navigated the crowd. Glenn eventually found you again, dragging you toward a smaller room just off the main ballroom where some of the younger employees, including Winnie, had apparently decided to congregate.

“Come on, Y/n, this is where the real party’s happening,” Glenn said, grinning as he pulled you along.

The room was cozier than the grand ballroom, with dim lighting and a more relaxed vibe. People were sprawled on couches, perched on armrests, or standing in clusters, laughing and chatting over drinks. The hum of conversation was punctuated by bursts of laughter as someone commanded the group with an animated story.

You scanned the room, and your stomach flipped when you spotted Cairo sitting comfortably on the armrest of a couch, a drink in hand and a look of mild amusement on her face as she listened to whatever Winnie was telling. Great. Of course she was here.

“Y/n!” Winnie called out, spotting you and immediately waving you over. “Come join us. We were just talking about your legendary showdown with Cairo last month.”

You rolled your eyes as Glenn shoved you toward the group. “Can we not?” you muttered, but it was too late.

Cairo’s gaze flicked to you, her expression unreadable, but you swore there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

The evening wore on, and the atmosphere grew increasingly relaxed as more drinks flowed. Someone turned on music, and a few people started dancing in the center of the room. Glenn, ever the life of the party, was in his element, cracking jokes and keeping everyone entertained.

Then, out of nowhere, someone shouted, “Mistletoe!”

The room fell silent as heads turned, eyes scanning for the culprits. You froze, your gaze darting up instinctively. There it was—dangling innocently from the ceiling above you. And of course when you turn to see who had occupied the space behind you—Cairo.

“Oh, this is too good,” Glenn said, his grin so wide it practically split his face. “Y/n and Cairo, under the mistletoe? This is golden.”

Winnie’s laughter rang out, and someone else whistled. “Rules are rules, you two!”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the room erupted into cheers and chants of, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Cairo, ever composed, arched an eyebrow at you, her lips quirking into a half-smile that only you could see.

You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest as every eye in the room bore into you. There was no escape, no snarky comment that could deflect this situation.

“Oh, come on, guys. I’m not trying to deal with HR on Monday,” you said with a dry laugh, taking a small step back from Cairo and the mistletoe.

From the crowd, Glenn’s voice rang out, loud and clear, “Boo! Loser! HR’s not invited to this party!”

The room erupted into laughter and cheers, with someone else shouting, “Yeah, live a little, Y/n!”

Before you could respond, Cairo rolls her eyes, and sighs dramatically like what she's about to do will take the life out of her. "I guess we can't break tradition."

And then her lips brushed yours in a soft, little more than corporate friendly, fleeting, yet enough to send a spark through your entire body kiss. The room erupted into cheers and whoops as she pulled back, her expression unreadable.

You immediately wiped your lips as Cairo turned on her heel and walked away into the crowd, leaving you standing there, dazed and entirely unsure of what the hell just happened.

You blinked, still rooted to the spot, before your feet carried you instinctively toward Glenn and Winnie. Glenn’s face lit up the moment he saw you, his mouth opening to unleash whatever snarky comment was brewing.

“Don’t,” you snapped sharply, holding up a hand, your voice laced with a warning edge that made him laugh even harder.

Winnie raised her glass in mock salute, biting back a grin. “What? No post-mistletoe debrief?”

You groaned, rubbing a hand down your face. “I hate both of you.”

Glenn smirked. “Sure you do, buddy. Sure you do.”

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Moments later in a dimly lit private room in the venue, the faint thrum of the music from the party outside is barely audible through the thick walls. Cairo’s hands are tangled in your hair, her touch possessive and demanding as her back presses against the edge of a table. Her lips are on yours, urgent and searing, leaving no space for hesitation.

You gasp softly, breaking away just long enough to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Cairo’s dark eyes lock onto yours, her flushed face illuminated by the faint glow of fairy lights strung along the walls.

“You didn’t have to look that disgusted when you kissed me,” she breathes, her voice low but edged with challenge.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you tease, lips quirking into a smirk. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

Her expression hardens playfully, and before you can react, she grabs your red tie—the one you deliberately wore to match with her dress. She tightens it just enough around her fist to make you stumble closer—and pulls you into a kiss that obliterates any thought of teasing. It’s heated, raw, and dripping with hours of pent-up tension. Her nails rake lightly against the back of your neck as her other hand fists the fabric of your shirt, holding you close like she can’t bear to let go.

Your hands find her waist, fingers digging into the silky fabric of her dress as you kiss her back with equal fervor, pouring every ounce of your secret into the moment. The world outside could have been burning to the ground, and neither of you would have noticed.

When you finally pull away for air, your forehead rests against hers, both of you panting. A grin spreads across your face as you take in her disheveled hair and swollen lips. “Think anyone suspects us after that kiss under the mistletoe?”

Cairo shakes her head slightly, her lips barely an inch from yours. “Not a chance,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of satisfaction and mischief. “They’re too busy thinking we hate each other.”

“Good,” you reply, your grin turning sly as you capture her lips again. This time, the kiss is slower but no less passionate, a promise that this secret, this fire between you, is yours alone.

For now.

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[solxamber]

Witch, Please- Floyd Leech x reader

You're the best witch to go to for getting the job done. Your potions? Absolutely foolproof. At least, that's what you thought until a certain Floyd Leech waltzed into your store.

You were the go-to witch in the entire realm, known far and wide for your incredibly potent spells and potions. When people said you were good, they meant it—your concoctions didn’t just work; they exceeded expectations. Need a luck charm to ace that impossible test? Done. Want a potion to make your ex weep every time they hear your name? Consider it finished.

Of course, this level of expertise came with a price—literally. You didn’t work for free, and you made sure your clients knew it. The other price? You were constantly sleep-deprived. Sleep? Never heard of her. But hey, that’s the life of a witch: overworked, overtired, and somehow still making better potions than anyone else in the business.

So when Floyd Leech first showed up at your door, you were only half-conscious and didn’t know that you were about to enter a whirlwind of chaos, idiocy, and—unexpectedly—romance.

It was a cloudy afternoon, and you were organizing your potions, mostly to avoid falling asleep standing up. The soothing sound of glass bottles clinking was the only thing keeping you from face-planting into the nearest pile of spellbooks. That’s when you heard it: a loud, careless banging on your door. Great, you thought. Another customer.

Opening the door revealed Floyd, towering over you with that wide, toothy grin that practically screamed trouble.

“Yo, witchy! Got a minute?” He leaned in close, invading your personal space like he was about to share some sort of grand secret.

You blinked slowly, still not fully awake. “Floyd Leech… what brings you here?”

“Need a love potion.” He said it so casually, like he was asking for a cup of coffee. “Think it’ll be hilarious!”

“Hilarious?” You frowned, crossing your arms. “Love potions aren’t exactly for pranks, you know. They can be… unpredictable.”

“That’s the point! Imagine someone gettin’ all mushy and clingy. It’ll be so funny.” He was already laughing at the thought, practically vibrating with energy.

You sighed, because of course, Floyd would think that messing with people’s emotions was peak comedy. But hey, a job’s a job. And you did like getting paid.

“Fine, but use it responsibly.” You handed him the potion, explaining the rules. “Only a few drops, and make sure they drink it. Not bathe in it, not pour it on them, just—"

“Yeah, yeah, got it!” he said, snatching the bottle before sauntering off like he hadn’t just asked you for the magical equivalent of playing with fire.

You didn’t expect to see him again so soon, but the next day, there he was. Except now he was soaking wet, as though he’d taken a dive in a river.

“I thought you’d follow instructions,” you said, eyeing the puddle forming under his feet.

“I did!” he pouted. “I poured the whole bottle on ‘em!”

You blinked. “You poured it on them? Floyd… I said they have to drink it.”

“Ohhh… well, that explains why they just got real mad and threw iced tea at me.” He shrugged, totally unconcerned.

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was messing with you. Nope, that was just Floyd being Floyd.

“Well, at least you got iced tea,” you muttered, already pulling out ingredients to make another potion.

A week later, Floyd was back, this time bouncing into your shop with that familiar grin. You felt your eye twitch involuntarily.

“What do you need now?” you asked, mentally preparing yourself for another round of nonsense.

“Good luck charm,” he said, like it was the most normal request in the world. “I wanna win all my basketball games without even tryin’. Gotta show those scrubs how it’s done.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “I can make you a charm, but it’s not gonna turn you into some kind of invincible sports god. It’ll give you a little edge, nothing more.”

He grinned wider. “That’s all I need! Gimme your best shot.”

With a sigh, you whipped up a charm that should have been harmless. It wasn’t meant to make him superhuman—just enough to tip the scales in his favor during a game.

Three days later, Floyd came back looking like he’d been through a warzone. His hair was singed, his clothes were tattered, and he had the unmistakable stench of burnt rubber clinging to him.

“…What happened?”

“Eh, turns out bleachers don’t hold up so good when you dunk the ball too hard.” He smirked, clearly proud of himself. “Collapsed the whole thing. Coach was so mad! It was hilarious.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Floyd, I gave you a good luck charm, not a demolition spell.”

He shrugged. “Details, details.”

You couldn’t decide if you were exasperated or impressed. Maybe a little of both.

After the good luck charm incident, you figured Floyd would take a break from terrorizing you with his wild requests. Nope. A week later, he was back again.

“Need a sleep potion.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For you?”

“Nah, for someone else. They’re too high-strung. Figured I’d help ‘em out.”

You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t want to know who he was planning to knock out with a sleep potion. You just brewed it up, handed it over, and gave him a warning: “One drop. That’s all it takes. If you use too much, they’ll be out for days.”

“Got it, got it,” he waved you off, already halfway out the door.

Fast forward to three days later, and Floyd showed up at your shop with a giant bruise on his face.

“Let me guess,” you said, not even looking up from the book you were reading. “The sleep potion backfired.”

“Yup,” he grumbled. “Guess people don’t like gettin’ surprise naps.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You’re lucky you didn’t put them into a coma.”

“Nah, they woke up… eventually.”

You rolled your eyes. This was becoming a pattern, and you were starting to question your life choices.

Round 4: The Strength Spell Chaos

It was late one night when Floyd barged in again, this time asking for a strength spell. You were too tired to argue, so you whipped up something simple, thinking what could go wrong with a bit of extra strength? Famous last words.

Two days later, Floyd came back, and you could hear him laughing from down the street. He walked in, looking like he’d just won the lottery.

“What happened this time?” you asked, though you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“Broke the hoop clean off the backboard!” He mimed the motion, still laughing. “It was awesome! Then the hoop flew into the crowd. Chaos everywhere! Best day ever.”

You stared at him, incredulous. “You… you’re not supposed to destroy the equipment, Floyd!”

“Eh, details.”

You sighed. Again. A lot.

After all the mayhem, you thought Floyd had finally gotten bored of messing with potions. You were wrong. He came back one last time, leaning casually against the doorframe with that familiar grin.

“Witchy, I need another love potion.”

You groaned internally. “Floyd, we’ve been over this. You don’t—”

“Just trust me,” he interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “This one’s important.”

At this point, you were too exhausted to argue. You mixed up a stronger potion this time, hoping that whatever chaos he was planning would at least stay contained to… well, wherever he was taking it.

But then, as you handed it to him, Floyd did something that made your brain stop and reboot.

He took the potion, popped the cork, and—while staring straight into your eyes—poured it into your tea.

You blinked. “Floyd.”

“Yeah?”

“…What did you just do?”

He smirked. “Wanted to make sure it worked on you.”

Your brain went blank. “Wha—”

He leaned in, resting his elbows on the counter, face close to yours. “Y’know, witchy, I thought hangin’ out with you was just a fun way to kill time. But after a while, I realized I like ya. So let’s skip the whole love potion thing. It’s more fun without magic, right?”

Your jaw dropped. “Floyd, you… you could’ve just asked me out!”

He shrugged, completely nonchalant. “This was more fun.”

You stared at him, half-exasperated, half-dumbfounded. “You’re insane.”

“Yup,” he said, grinning like a shark. “But you like me anyway, don’tcha?”

You didn’t even have the energy to argue. Maybe he was right. Maybe, in some bizarre, unprecedented way, you did like him.

“Well,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair, “I guess you’re brewing the next round of tea, then.”

Floyd just laughed, and for once, you couldn’t help but smile back.

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the rink smells the same as it always does—crisp and faintly metallic, with the hum of excited chatter echoing through the stands. sunghoon adjusts his cap, tugging it low as he settles into his usual spot near the barrier. his schedule had been packed the past few weeks—photoshoots, rehearsals, back-to-back performances—but he’d made sure to find time for you. he always does.

your competitions are non-negotiable.

in his hands, he clutches a small, slightly worn stuffed toy—a plush you’d once pointed out at a carnival years ago. it’s traveled with him to every one of your competitions, waiting for its moment to fly.

the announcer calls your name, and the crowd erupts. sunghoon stays quiet for now, his cheers reserved for the moment you finish. for now, he just watches, his heart already beating faster as you step onto the ice.

you look calm, composed, the picture of confidence. but he knows better. he notices the subtle flex of your fingers, the quick glance toward the stands. he raises the plush slightly, just enough for you to spot it.

your lips curve into the smallest smile, and he relaxes. you’re ready.

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it takes him back to those late-night practices, the way you’d always push yourself harder than anyone else.

“take a break,” he’d told you once after watching you repeat a spin until your legs gave out.

“i can’t,” you’d said, brushing the ice off your knees. “not until i get it right.”

you’ve always had that fire, and watching it burn so brightly now fills him with pride.

the final note of your music swells, and you glide into your ending pose, your arms outstretched, your expression radiant. the arena erupts in applause, and sunghoon is on his feet in an instant, cheering louder than anyone else.

and then it’s time.

he leans over the barrier, grinning as he tosses the stuffed toy onto the ice. it lands perfectly at your feet, just as it always does, and your eyes find his immediately. the smile you send his way is brighter than any light in the arena, and it makes every second of missed sleep, every rushed flight, and every hectic rehearsal worth it.

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“you made it,” you breathe, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

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you laugh, pulling back just enough to look at him, your cheeks flushed from the performance. “you always find a way, even when you’re so busy.”

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you roll your eyes playfully, but the warmth in your gaze is unmistakable. and as you lean into him, sunghoon wraps his arms around you, knowing that no matter how hectic life gets, this is where he’ll always want to be—cheering for you, throwing down that same stuffed toy, and being the person who gets to witness you shine.

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Untouchable

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synopsis it is crucial that the head boy and girl of Kildare Academy work together. Too bad the head girl is you and the head boy is Rafe Cameron.

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Rafe Cameron likes to do this thing where he pretends that he's hopelessly in love with you.

Every morning, when you walk past him in the Academy carpark, he says, “Good morning, sweetheart.” Easy on the morning, rolling the sweet over his tongue so heart sounds thick as brown molasses. He always has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the emblem on his breast-pocket hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Sometimes you humour him. Often you avoid acknowledging him altogether.

He has a tendency to call you every pretty noun under the sun except your actual name. Though he has a certain predilection for sweetheart, he’ll always follow up your carpark rendezvous—if you could even call it that—with a, “Wait up, beautiful!” Gorgeous if you’re particularly unlucky. You’re pretty sure he does this because it’s more convenient than remembering your name; that, or he’s covering his ass in case he mixes you up with the other girls on his roster.

“C’mon,” he adds, catching you up with ease, “think you can give me a smile today, birdie?”

That’s a new one. You frown hard, conveying your disapproval at being branded by yet another nickname against your will.

“Think you can show me you deserve it, Cameron?”

Rafe slaps his hand against his chest, faux-affronted. “Oof, I’m wounded.” He grins fondly. “You know that it’s bad luck to ice out the Head Boy on the first day, right?”

“Don’t remind me,” you mutter grimly, quickening your pace in an attempt to create some distance from him. It’s a futile attempt at hostility; he’s heading to the same handsome office that you are, home to the Academy’s once imposing headmaster.

He’s gotten soft over the years. It’s the only explanation, really, for why he’s chosen such a diametrically opposed duo to be the Head Boy and Girl respectively. Where you’re serious, unsmiling, easy on the eyes and hard on the ego, Rafe Cameron is this cocky, deceptively charming wall of solid muscle. He’s attractive in that way that’s made him every girl’s default love interest, and even worse, he enjoys the attention as much as you absolutely hate it.

“Remind you?” Rafe echoes, feigning bemusement. “Of what? That we’re partners now, partner?”

You force a breath of air out through your nose, halting in your tracks and turning to face him. He doesn’t think you look nearly as formidable as you want to, especially with that sweet, little furrow between your eyebrows. He tries to look earnest, as if proving his maturity is going to make you hate him any less than you do.

He’s to blame for the animosity, of course — callow, sophomore year him who called you “seriously fucking hot” in the boy’s locker room, and then in the gym, within earshot, added, “shame she’s such a frigid bitch, huh?” He didn’t mean it, and he was very clearly wounded; if you could’ve seen his face as he’d said it, maybe the cracks in his armour of indifference would’ve been more obvious. Maybe you would’ve realised he was deflecting from the fact that your rejection had really hurt him.

But then again, maybe you wouldn’t have. Because in what world was yelling “Go out with me?”—crudely, callously, you might add—from across the classroom meant to be taken for real? You’d assumed that sophomore year him was making fun of you. When you said no, he assumed that sophomore year you just wasn’t interested.

Fast forward two years, to now, it’s clear that neither of those assumptions were wholly true. You walk past the front reception and toward the headmaster’s office in tandem, halting just short of his closed door, a polished knocker hanging directly above eye-level.

As you reach up and press it against the smooth mahogany, you send him a wayward glance. “Just because we have to work together this year,” you say evenly, “doesn’t mean we have to be friends. Alright?”

“Yes ma’am.” He nods, sending you a mock salute.

This just makes you frown harder than before, as if that’s fucking possible. He’s going to get a smile out of you if it fucking kills him. “I mean it, Cameron.” You let go of the knocker to punch your forefinger into his chest, eyes narrowed sternly. “No more sweetheart, beautiful, gorgeous, honey, whatever. If there’s one thing I deserve, as your,” you raise your fingers in air-quotes, “‘partner’, it’s a bit of respect. That clear?”

He’s never once called you honey. He raises his eyebrows. “Darling?”

You let out this sigh that’s more disappointment than frustration, like you didn’t want to deal with this, like you almost expected more from him. It makes his mouth go dry. “You know what?” you say, shaking your head defeatedly. “Never mind. I thought... I don't know, I thought that if Cromwell’d chosen you to be the Head Boy, maybe you’d done some growing up since sophomore year. But clearly he's getting old, because —”

“Who’s getting old?” A pleasant voice interrupts, the mahogany door in front of you jolting open abruptly. “Miss Y/L/N,” Headmaster Cromwell adds, mock-austere. “I sure hope you aren’t talking about me.”

“Headmaster Cromwell,” you answer, eyes widening sheepishly. “I didn’t mean —”

“She was talking about me, Crom-dog,” Rafe pipes up, throwing him arm around your shoulder genially. When he pulls you into his side, the smell of his vetiver and musk cologne grows ever present. “Us. How we’re no longer the scrawny little freshmen we were when we first met you.”

He pauses, raising his eyebrows meaningfully. “Women, am I right? Always so sentimental.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, shaking him off in a hurry. “Anyway.”

“Anyway,” Rafe agrees with a grin, shoving his hands into his pockets. For the price you pay for a uniform blouse, he privately thinks it should be made of thicker fabric. He can still feel your soft skin pressing into all his finger calluses. “You wanted to see us, sir?”

He nods significantly, beckoning the two of you into his office. “Yes, yes, come in,” he says, taking a seat in his brown leather chair, the headrest cracking with age. “First day of senior year, eh? How are the two of you feeling?”

“Apprehensive,” you say, sending Rafe a glare.

He meets your gaze with something akin to amusement, his blue eyes full of mirth. “Sentimental.”

“Ah.” Cromwell raises his eyebrows, regarding the pair of you with interest. “And you’ll be conveying these emotions at your address this Friday, I imagine?”

Your head whips back to his desk, bottom lip pulling between your teeth. “Oh. Um —”

“Because of course,” he adds, clasping his hands together on his desk, “the start of year speech isn’t just tradition, it’s a collaborative effort. As head students, leading the fortnightly school assemblies is going to be one of your biggest responsibilities.”

“Right,” you agree, nodding vigorously. “I assure you, Headmaster Cromwell, it’s all under control.”

Rafe turns to face you, surprised. “It is?”

“Of course it is, Cameron,” you answer tiredly, not bothering to meet his gaze.

Cromwell frowns. “A collaborative effort, Miss Y/L/N.”

You swallow a sigh, plastering on a smile before turning in tandem and nodding. Fake though it may be, being on the receiving end of one of your smiles makes Rafe unusually pleased. He grins back handsomely, his head cocked toward you in a way that accents his stubbled jawline.

“All I’m saying is,” you say carefully, the smile becoming more gritted teeth than anything remotely amicable, “I’ve… made a start on it. I know that you’ve got football trials to organise, so I thought —”

“Successfully delegated,” Rafe interjects. “Got Ollie organising them this year.” He pauses, leaning toward you and clearing his throat. “You know… to free up time for this partnership.”

“Excellent!” Cromwell exclaims before you’re able to protest, clapping his hands together approvingly. “Already taking initiative. Excellent, excellent…”

He reaches for the hefty stack of papers to his left, plucking off the two forms at the top of the pile. “Here,” he says, handing one to each of you. “A suggested programme for your first meeting with this year’s prefects.”

You accept it with a nod, scanning over the template before folding it once, twice, careful. Beside you, Rafe throws his into his bag callously, threatening a migraine.

“As you know, alongside the school assemblies, you’ll be in charge of timetabling prefect duties and maintaining order. Of course, we’ll meet every fortnight or so so I can check in — ensure everything’s running as smoothly as possible.” He pauses here, looking between you through assessing grey eyes. “Being the face of this institution is a massive undertaking, you two. You’re responsible for more than just the student body… you’re responsible for Kildare Academy’s legacy.” Another pause. “It can be quite the burden. It’s important that you trust each other… know that you can rely on one another.”

You clear your throat gauchely. Rafe feels this strange jolt in his chest as Cromwell’s words wash over him.

You’re saved the awkwardness of having to respectfully disagree with him by the peal of the bell, signalling the start of first period. Cromwell springs up and nods in dismissal, the lapels of his suit jacket quivering like jowls. “Alright then!” He exclaims, smiling jovially. “I look forward to hearing your address this Friday!”

You return his smile, albeit reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with Rafe as you turn around and exit. Though you’re determined to make it to class without having to engage in any more conversation, it appears Rafe Cameron’s more determined to do the opposite.

Scratch unnecessary though. He’s pretty sure every precious second that he’s trying for more receiving-end smile is another that shows him time is of the essence.

“What did you reckon?” He asks, messing with his dirty-blonde locks absentmindedly.

The side of his elbow brushes your blouse, and you begin to walk faster, incensed by his closeness. Despite this, he refuses to back down, “Think it’s true? Him retiring this year? Cause shit, it’d explain all that crap about responsibility and legacy.”

You frown at your feet and continue to soldier forward. Rafe tries again, “Remember when Jake was head boy? Kelce’s older brother? Swear to God he didn’t get speeches like that from Crommy… I mean, shit, he was doing all this and organising football practice, not to mention all the parties he—”

“Look,” you interrupt abruptly, letting out a tired sigh. “Yeah, whatever, I won’t tell Cromwell, alright? As long as you just… just do everything you’re scheduled to do.”

Rafe turns toward you, frowning bemusedly. “Huh?”

“That’s what you’re getting at, right?” You ask impatiently, because you’re late and the second bell is about to ring and you really don’t have time for this, not with Rafe Cameron. “Doing the bare minimum just like Jake Smith did? Because yeah, whatever, that’s fine — in fact, I’d almost prefer it to trying to work together.”

Rafe draws back slightly, regarding you for a moment. “Huh.” A pause. “You think I don’t deserve it.”

You balk at his expression, something dejected behind blue irises. “Well, I,” you hesitate, “no. I just… I don’t want to work with someone who doesn’t consider this a priority.”

“You’re a priority to me,” he says, referring to the guy sophomore year you had once rejected.

“Not me,” you mutter irritatedly, cheeks warming. “Head student stuff. You know — all those things Jake Smith got away with not doing?”

“As I seem to recall,” Rafe replies matter-of-factly, unperturbed, “I’ve already delegated football trials to Ollie to free up time.”

“For the speech,” you say slowly, unsure.

For you. “For the speech,” Rafe affirms, looking down at you in this sincere way that makes your head hurt.

You swallow. “Alright then. We’ll do it Wednesday after school.”

Rafe grins triumphantly, nudging your chin with the hook of his forefinger. “Your place or mine, sweetheart?”

“Cameron,” you warn, ducking out of his reach with a frown.

“Sorry.” He nods faux-apologetically. “You prefer honey, yeah?”

“If you call me anything other than my name, I’ll murder you in your sleep.”

“In my sleep?” He asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “So you’ll be on my bed, huh? Knew it. Knew you had a secret thing for me.”

“School library, Cameron,” you say grimly, beginning to walk away. “4pm on Wednesday. Don’t be late.”

Rafe nods again, sending you a mock salute. “Oh don’t worry,” he calls after you. “I never keep a lady waiting.”

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rockstar!hange who doesn’t really care for paps — sometimes even likes the attention — but will not hesitate to confront them in the act if they try to snap a photo of you, levi or miche without your permissions.

rockstar!hange who gushes about you so often to their fans that you’ve accumulated a sort of fan club of your own.

rockstar!hange who is rarely seen off-stage without you at their side and an arm lazily thrown over your shoulders or a hand tucked into your back pocket.

rockstar!hange who will find out your current favourite song so they can add it to the set list last minute to surprise you.

rockstar!hange who is super clingy after touring, going out of their way to spend every waking hour with you — yes that includes following you into the bathroom — and then spooning you the entire night, only to do it all again the next day.

rockstar!hange who calls you the ‘rock’ to their ‘star’ because you’re always there to keep them grounded; to remind them that, at the end of the day, they’re a person just like all their fans, who gets tired, or needs a break, or worries and suffers burnout. it’s thanks to you that they’re able to keep doing what they love, and they make sure that everybody knows it.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #14: The Valentines Day Debacle

“debacle • \dee-BAH-kul\ • noun.

1 : a tumultuous breakup of ice in a river 

2 : a violent disruption (as of an army) : rout

3 a : a great disaster b : a complete failure : fiasco.”

~ It was Valentine’s Day and Jason regrets agreeing to go on this date.

Weelll, kind of, but not exactly.

This “date” was actually a covert-op with three caped chaperones because he, Steph, Tim and Cass were all on cases that ended up being the same case.

Steph and Tim had caught wind of some allegedly magic potions becoming popular among college students used to help students score dates with their up coming Valentines. There weren’t any outright love potions but confidence boosters, things to increase your attractiveness, luck boosters, thing to get people in the mood. They had been investigating into it to make sure this wasn’t secretly a drug ring but found it to some real magical bullshit. They’d located the source’s lair/lab where they brewed the potions but not the potion brewer themselves.

Cass had been in Hong Kong when she caught wind of one of her targets following rumors of a witch who specialized in potions to grant small boons and bewitching charms. After dealing with her target she started tracking down the witch to find out her goals and intentions. She followed her trail across Asia, Europe and a good portion of the eastern seaboard before her path led her to Gotham.

Jason was investigating some upper middle class chick that started hanging around the alley trying to get in with the prostitutes and drag queens(and only succeeding in making them suspicious). She met several young men who abandoned the gang allegiances too trail after her like puppies. His investigation showed she was also circling Gotham elites and was in search of gossip on two things: people looking for love and a beau for herself.

They had been going over their cases at a team meeting when they realized their 3 targets were all the same woman. Between the four of them they pieced out she was some new age witch, descendent from an older family line looking to get rich and in a relationship. Her potions weren't really actively harmful but her use of them to gain the upper hand in business deals and amass a following of boytoys she decided weren’t hunky enough for her but would do as muscle was.

Tim and Steph knew she was planning on selling her potions at the Valentine’s/Winter market place in Robinson Park coming up. Jason and Cass knew she was looking to net some more followers while they were there so the plan was simple. One of the guys would go undercover to try and get recruited while the others stayed nearby for back up. They’d try to get some information out of her and if the need for it arose, to take her into custody and hand her off to the Justice League Dark. They’d already talked to Zatana to have her ready to come to Gotham should things go awry and gotten a charm from her to prevent them from getting put under her control.

Oh if only this didn’t go so wrong.

Unfortunately for Jason, he matched their little witch’s tastes to a tee. Thus, he was the one stuck being dragged around market under the guise of having agreed to a date with her. She dragged him around, made him pay for her things, tried to use his stature to intimidate others and was generally rude to the other patrons and staff. Oh, Jason despised her but grit his teeth and pretended to play nice. Cass was investigating her stall and Steph and Tim were tailing them.

Finally over the comms he heard the team confirm Cass had found the info she was looking for and he could finally ditch little miss witch. He broke it to her that he thought this wouldn’t work out and her eye just twitched. She must have tried to charm him because she asked him to stay with her and become her main beau, which he soundly refused. This set her off on a rage as she screeched over how her charm didn’t work and how Jason would have been perfect if she’d been able to get him under her thumb. He tried to back off when she lashed out with a magic rope insisting once she captured Jason he’d be the perfect leader to her adoring little boyfriend army.

So yeah she was more psycho than anticipated.

Spoiler and Red Robin began to swoop in for the rescue which only served to enraged her further. That’s when the team learned that she was talented in more than just potions. She used her magic to start awakening magical creatures in the park surrounding them. Nymphs shed from trees and little snow golems formed and began attacking RR and Spoiler.

Black Bat had run over to extract Jason when the witch noticed her. She shrieked in outraged proclaiming if she couldn’t have Jason no one else would and that he could become fish food for the frost creatures of Far Frozen before picking him up with a spectral vine and slamming him through the frozen lake into a swirling blue portal. Cass tried to go after him but the witch quickly engaged her with too much feral rage to realize she was outclassed in hand to hand against Black Bat. By the time Steph and Tim fought off the nymphs and golems it was too late. Whatever whirling portal had been in the lake closed and Jason was no where to be found.

As Jason pushed through the ice he had one final thought before he felt himself black out: ‘Worst Valentine’s Day ever.’

~ The first thing Jason felt when he came to was cold. He was still submerged under icy water. It was chilled him to the core but was almost soothing in a way. As if cooling of a burn. As is opened his eyes the world seemed to move in slow motion. He was still underwater surrounded by chunks of ice. He could make out sounds of distorted yelling as the world seem to get even slower.

Suddenly he felt something grab his collar and place itself under his arm. Jason was unceremoniously hoisted out of a frozen river and laid out on a river bank. He let out a harsh cough and his head got dizzy. He tried to regain his wits long enough to see who pulled him out.

It was large figure, maybe an inch or two taller than his 6 foot, with the bulk of a viking and the looks of one too. The man appeared to be around the same age as Jason, possibly older, and very concerned. He had messy white hair that was tied(or braided? Jason’s vision was still blurry) in the back. He was wearing armor made of some sort of hide leather and a dark gray metal (iron?) and covered in snow-white furs.

Jason stared at his savior trying to get his wits about him, willing his vision to clear. That’s Jason felt a warm fur cloak wrap around him as the man said something Jason wasn’t able to comprehend. He let out another harsh cough and felt himself being picked up in a princess carry. His rescuer moved incredibly fast for someone carrying a man of Jason’s stature. However, the motion did not help with the dizziness or the cold. Jason shivered, curling towards his “heroic knight” and pulling the cloak tighter around himself. This spurred the man to go faster.

Finally, everything stopped moving and Jason felt himself encompassed in warmth. Several more furs were wrapped around him and he was laid down to rest. At last Jason’s vision cleared enough to see the other man’s face properly. He had a rugged face and a strong jawline. He had a small scar near his eyebrow and round eyes with light eye bags beneath them. He had a straight nose and bow-shaped lips.

Jason felt the world slow down again and realized he’d soon pass out from the cold. The man lifted Jason’s head and slipped a pillow underneath. A rough hand gently pushed the wet hair out of his face and caressed his cheek. Jason stared into the man’s eye. They were kind, gentle, and such a vibrant green they seemed to glow. The man gave him a small smile and the last thing Jason heard before falling asleep was a soothing voice telling him “Rest, we will take care of you.” And with that Jason felt himself relax and fell asleep.

~ When Jason came to the first thing he saw was a 20-something-foot tall yeti with an icy cybernetic arm looming over the foot of his bed.

He promptly screamed and fell out of bed.

A vaguely familiar voice called out from another room.

“ FROSTBITE! I thought I told you not to scare him!”

In walked the man that had saved Jason from an icy death. Upon closer inspection now that he wasn’t dying the man seem 10 times as beautiful than Jason remembered. He almost seemed to have this ethereal glow to him. The man continued to admonish the yeti who just laughed heartily and continued on with whatever task he was trying to complete. The man turned his attention to Jason, smiling at him in apology and lifting him back into the bed.

“ I’m sorry about Frostbite. He won’t admit it but I think he gets a crack out of scaring his patients,” He said with a placating chuckle. His mirthful eyes met Jason’s puzzled ones and he continued on as he began to fiddle with few thermoses, seemingly searching for one in particular.

“ You must be quite confused. I don’t exactly know how you ended up here but this place called the Far Frozen. I felt a pulse of magic near the river and went to investigate and ended up fished you of the water. You were nearly frozen so I brought you back to village where you could get warmed up and medics like Frostbite could help you before the actual frostbite set in.”

He chuckled at his own joke before placing a cup in Jason’s hands.

“ It’s soup, drink up. It’ll help you get warm.”

Jason hesitantly took a sip of his soup. It was surprisingly good! He continued to sip his soup and Jason observed the man. He had a rather muscular build Jason noticed, staring at the man for no other reason than assessing if he’d be a potential threat (and for absolutely no other reason). Danny finished closing up his thermos and continued to speak.

“ I promise once Frostbite treats you for any illness or injury. I’ll help you get home. -Oh where are my manners” he held his hand out for Jason to shake. “You can call me Phantom.”

“ Call me Jay,” he replied, taking Phantom’s hand and a glance at his biceps. Phantom pulled away and stood up.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to resting. I’ll come back later when Frostbite gives you a check up and we can talk about how you got here and how to get you back” He turned and began to walk out before turning his head back one last time and waved. “I’ll see in a bit Jay.”

Jason watched him go and fell back into bed having finished his soup. As he pulled the furs and blankets back over himself he thought ‘Well maybe it’s not the worst Valentine’s Day ever.’

[mylordshesacactus]

The Barrissoka Fusion You Never Knew You Wanted

So in celebration of FINALLY rounding out the originally-planned slate of barrissoka Disney AU/fusion challenge fics, I thought I'd put together a masterlist for those of you who are new, returning, or just never got around to them when they were first posted!

By sheer good luck, there are an even split of AU types--three fusions (ie, Star Wars characters adapted to a non-GFFA setting), and three alternate timelines (where the core setting is the same, but events developed differently--in this case, in a way analogous to the core plot of the movie the challenge was based on.).

Fusions

Through The Darkness And The Shadows

Setting: Fantasy-Medieval AU: Beauty and the Beast

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle…

It'll Sound Like A Promise

Setting: Fantasy-Medieval (Scotland Redux) AU: Brave

A clan leader’s heir had to strive for perfection. That was why Ahsoka was currently hiding in a tree.

Look To The Sky With Hope

Setting: Pirates/Fantasy Age of Sail AU: Pirates of the Caribbean (62k, 5 chapters)

Anakin Skywalker. Every sailor knows that name. Captain of the ghost ship Twilight, ferryman of the dead. Some say he preys on merchantmen, out of vengeance for the loss of his ship and crew; others that he and the charred black phantom are an honest sailor's friend, a protector in the dark and the mist. According to Ahsoka, the truth is both and neither. But the Twilight is...well, it's not real. Barriss Offee may be new to this whole pirate thing, but she knows that. It's a legend, a story, a sailor's superstition; like mermaids and Fridays and the Kraken. The ship of the dead and its captain, they're just a myth. Aren't they?

Alternate Universes

Going My Way?

AU: Aristocats Podfic: By Writers_Block, available here.

Shipwrecked and stranded on a remote agricultural planet, Barriss Offee doesn't dare reveal her identity as a Jedi for fear of drawing unwanted attention that might endanger the younglings in her care. Enter the charming, compassionate young spacer Ashla, who drops everything to take the group under her protection and asks nothing in return, as Barriss grows more and more unhappy with the necessity of lying to a young woman who's been nothing but honest with them. Meanwhile, Ahsoka Tano and her master are on an undercover mission. She really wishes she could tell the scared young mother she's taken in that she's a Jedi, but, well. The mission has to come first.

Back To The Wind

AU: Cars. (I cannot emphasize enough that this is an AU and not a fusion. They are not cars. They are people. For the love of god. It's just a plot adaptation. Please stop asking me if they're supposed to be cars.)

A hyperdrive malfunction strands Ahsoka in a nearly-abandoned trading settlement in the Outer Rim. That's not the problem. While she works off her community service sentence, she ends up in the unofficial custody of a weirdly hostile Mirialan who won't stop giving her these long, searching looks and talking about the failures of the Jedi Order like she knows something Ahsoka doesn't. That's not the problem either. The problem is...Ahsoka's starting to wonder if she really wants to go back.

When These Moments Have Passed

AU: The Fox and the Hound

Jedi Master Plo Koon was sent to Shili to retrieve a Force-sensitive youngling...and arrived just a few hours too late. Years later, a Jedi padawan and an indentured bounty hunter find themselves in the same spaceport. They shouldn't be friends, not really, but...they're more alike than they are different, straining under the weight of roles they can't escape. That bond is stronger than the galaxy's expectations. Until it isn't.

Bonus

While these are NOT part of the very specific "I can turn any classic Disney movie into a barrissoka AU, fucking try me" original challenge that spawned all this, they're some very nice AUs and if you're into AUs in general, you'll probably appreciate:

Iced Offee, Caramel Twist

AU: Coffeeshop AU

(What? Someone had to write it.)

Mirror, Mirror

AU: Sith AU

(Series/Duology)

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire Hypnosis

Warnings: alcohol, getting drunk, depression, mentions/threat of blood drinking, intimate vampire whumper, hypnosis/mind control, kidnapping of a human

I got a few requests from several Anons to write a vampire with hypnosis powers, so I finally got around to it! (Thank you anons that suggested it -- hope you like this one!)

Author's note: this is a standalone short story -- I probably won't continue it at all (although I'm open to being convinced otherwise if anyone has good plot ideas)

I wrote this before I had the concussion symptoms and just hadn't posted it yet.

It was late at the bar. Really late. As in, past midnight kind of late. Tom was the only one left in the entire bar aside from one woman and the bartender himself. He had been drinking his worries away, miserably reflecting on the sad state of his life. Fired from his job, in heavy debt and single as ever. He knew wasting money on alcohol would only worsen his financial situation, but... he couldn't stop. He just needed to forget everything for a while.

His gaze drifted over again to the woman a few seats away from him. She was pale-skinned but gorgeous, with fiery orange hair and copper eyes, and with a sharp, distinguished jawline. Maybe he could make a friend for once, or at least try his luck at making a new social connection to possibly benefit himself later on. So, recklessly, he ordered another drink and got out of his chair, walking over to hand it to her. More money down the drain.

"May I spoil the lady?" He teased as he approached, offering it in a hand.

The woman turned to him with a charming smile, eyes sharp and assessing as they swept his appearance, a strange expression darting briefly across her features before it was gone.

"My, what a polite young gentleman you are!" She chuckled, tilting her head down seductively. Her voice was smooth and melodic and velvety and pleasant to hear. "And what might your name be?"

"Tom," he answered, smiling welcomingly. "And yours?"

The woman paused for a second, oddly, before answering. "It's Alice. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. She reached for the drink he was offering, and their hands briefly brushed -- resulting in Alice flinching slightly with a quiet hiss, recoiling and almost dropping the beverage.

"Are you okay?" Tom asked worriedly. "I--" his eyes flicked to her hand, and his blood went cold as ice, his heart plummeting all the way to his feet. Because there, on the side of her finger, was a small burn.

Tom was wearing a silver ring. And he knew of only one creature that could be burned by silver.

"You... You're..." his voice caught in his throat, a sudden rush of fear washing over him. He couldn't get the words out, but the word came to him like a flare in the darkness. Vampire.

He instinctively took a step back. Then another. Forget making a new friend, he needed to escape.

He'd heard a lot about vampires in the past, many rumors and myths about how his town had its own population of bloodsuckers lurking in the darkness. And the rumors aligned with the murders that occasionally happened, the victims drained of blood. All the evidence pointed to them being real, and now Tom was staring right at one.

"I'm sorry miss, I didn't realize how late it was," Tom said shakily, glancing at his watch. It was three in the morning, so his excuse seemed valid enough. "I'd love to stay and talk, but I must be getting home now." He got ready to bolt.

The woman watched him, eyes glittering with -- amusement? She took a sip of the drink he'd bought for her, before setting it down on the counter. "I'm sure you can stay for awhile," she said smoothly. "You can't hand a girl a drink without getting to know her. It's considered rude, you know?"

Anxious sweat beaded on Tom's brow, and his hands started shaking. "That was before I realized how late it was." He took another step back. He was almost close enough to the door now to make his escape. He glanced behind him to check the distance, before his gaze flicked up to meet Alice's, and his mind suddenly went fuzzy.

"Don't run," Alice whispered, but her voice sounded like it was right in his ears, like she was standing right next to him instead of on a chair at the bar counter. "Come and have a seat. Let's talk."

Tom shivered, something strange brushing against his mind, latching onto his thoughts. He was moving before he even realized it, walking robotically toward Alice and settling down in the chair next to hers. Not good. Once his brain caught up he panicked, lurching back out of the chair to run away.

"Ah-ah!" I didn't say you could leave," Alice rumbled, eyes focused and intense. "Stay."

And to Tom's horror, his body listened, freezing in place before dragging him back to the chair again, as if an unseen force was controlling his movements. He squirmed and fought against invisible restraints locking all his muscles up, holding him in place. The effort was fruitless.

Alice merely looked amused, gaze sweeping over him, slow and appreciating. "Sorry if I scared you, sometimes I make mistakes that give me away," she chuckled darkly. "But I meant what I said earlier -- it's terribly rude to give a gal a drink and bail right after. Even if that gal is... someone like me." her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper at the end, confirming Tom's awful suspicion.

The hair on his arms bristled with fear, a shiver of dread racing down his spine. No. This couldn't be happening. Maybe he'd had one too many drinks and was imagining this. Maybe he'd wake up and it would all be an awful dream.

"I've made a horrible mistake," he rasped shakily.

"Yes, you did," Alice agreed sweetly. "Happens to the best of us. Don't be too hard on yourself."

Claws caressed Tom's mind, a deadly danger he became viscerally aware of. Something that manipulated his desires, influenced his entire being on a deeper level. He was walking on very thin ice.

"What do you want with me?" He breathed, fighting to stay calm.

Alice tapped the counter with her fingers thoughtfully. "Companionship, I suppose," she answered vaguely. "I'm lonely, and bored, same as you were when you bought me a drink. That's why you approached me, was it not? In hopes of starting a conversation, interact with another life form to pass time and distract yourself from mental turmoil?"

Tom's throat was dry and scratchy. How could she know?

Alice chuckled knowingly at the stunned look on his face. "I used to do the same when I was human. It was a way to escape mortal dilemmas, just for a night, by talking to someone. One thing we have in common, it seems."

And the ONLY thing, Tom thought with a shudder.

"So what do you plan to do with me now that I'm at your mercy?" He cautiously ventured, digging for any hints as to her intentions.

Alice ever-so-slowly tilted her head to the side like a predator zeroing in on prey, a look that made Tom's skin crawl. "You know, I haven't fully decided yet..." She gave him a devious smirk full of dark interest. "But I'm considering having a snack. I'm sure you can figure out what that would entail."

"You--you can't do this!" Tom blurted indignantly, a sudden burst of anger piercing through the fear.

"I can't? You dare tell me what I can and cannot do?!" She scoffed, lip curling. "Let me make one thing clear to you..." She leaned close, teeth bared. "I can do whatever I want to you. Kneel."

Tom instantly fell off the chair and dropped to his knees with a thud on the floor before he'd even registered it. His body wasn't his own, controlled by a higher force invading his entire being, trapping him in his own head.

"Hey! What's going on? Is everything okay?" The bartender hurried out from behind the counter, alarmed.

Alice spun to face him, and the urgency instantly left his face, his expression going blank. "Everything is fine. Go back to your work. Ignore us."

To Tom's despair, the bartender turned away and robotically headed off to resume his duties without helping, leaving him to deal with the menacing vampire all on his own.

Alice shifted her attention back to him, sliding out of her chair and standing inches away in front of him, intentionally invading his space.

Tom's breath hitched, eyes widening a hair as she knelt down to get eye level with him. He strained against the compulsion to obey, scratching desperately at the closed door keeping him chained in his own body, frantically trying to find an opening, a weak spot, anything that would allow him to break free of the vampire's hypnotic control.

But the claws gripping his conscience suddenly turned sharp, digging in and sinking into his brain, tearing a cry of pain from him.

"The more you resist, the more it will hurt," Alice cooed, licking her lips. "Be a dear and bare your neck to me, mmm?"

Tom gritted his teeth against the pain blasting his senses, desperately scrabbling for any shred of self-control. But it was useless. Slowly, in twitchy movements, his head tilted to the side against his will, exposing his vulnerable neck. He was panting with the effort of fighting it.

He groaned in frustration, utterly helpless. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest with terror, racing even faster when Alice leaned her head in to bring her mouth to his neck. His breaths came fast and shallow and ragged as she pressed a light kiss to his pulse, toying with him.

"Please... don't, " Tom pleaded desperately, voice hoarse. "I promise I won't ever bother you again. Just... let me go."

"Who said you were bothering me?" Alice murmured against his skin, and Tom shuddered. "You smell... appetizing. Humans like that are hard to come by. Most are bland and boring, average. All the good ones are usually taken by the more powerful vamps."

Tom flinched at the scrape of teeth against his neck -- no fangs, just normal teeth. So far.

"You don't have to do this," he rasped pleadingly.

"Oh but I want to," Alice purred cruelly, nipping his ear. "It's too good an offer to resist. What are the odds of stumbling upon the perfect human in a bar like this? I'd be a fool to let you go."

Tom squeezed his eyes shut, trying to tamp down the rising panic. His stomach churned with nausea, bile climbing up his throat.

Alice gave him a playful bite on the neck, not breaking skin, before pulling away entirely, leaning back. "Do you realize now how futile fighting me is? How useless it is to try and run away? I want to hear you say it. /Submit/ to me."

"Yes... I know it's useless," Tom forced out. Anything to appease her and protect himself from further harm.

"Good." Alice ruffled his hair with a hand. "Luckily for you, I'm not actually hungry right now. I just wanted to put you in your proper place, set clear boundaries and make it known how utterly futile resistance is in my presence. And while I might not be interested in feeding right now... I will be later. And I think we could have some fun in the meantime, hmm?" She snapped her fingers at him like a dog, her voice gruff and commanding as she straightened, looming over him. "Up."

Tom's body quickly obeyed, forcing him to his feet before her, stiff and rigid. His eyes were wide and frightened as Alice stared at him, the compulsion wrapping tight around his mind.

"Sleep," Alice ordered, and his head instantly fuzzed, filled with cotton.

He pushed against it, fighting to keep his eyes open. He couldn't let his guard down around her, couldn't let himself be vulnerable and exposed like that, where he wouldn't even be awake to know what she did to him.

Alice smiled softly, shaking her head in amusement. "You've got a strong will, I'll give you that much. It's actually kind of impressive. But I'm certain you won't want to be conscious to see where I'm going to take you. I'm doing you a favor, really." Her eyes narrowed, and Tom felt her influence amplify, tugging insistently at his thoughts, dragging him down... down... down...

He startled when she cupped his jaw in her hand, rubbing it with her thumb. "Shhhh, let the darkness take you," she whispered. "I'll take wonderful care of you."

Tom wobbled unsteadily, eyes glazing over -- and a second later his legs buckled under him, exhaustion sapping his strength. He was distantly aware of cold arms wrapping around him, catching him and keeping him from hitting the floor, before his mind dissolved into empty nothingness. And he knew no more.

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222

@floral-comet-whump @nevermore-ramblings @mj-or-say10

[briyourmotherdown]

james going absolutely feral when you wear one of his motörhead shirts

james putting his cowboy hat on you while you ride him and his big, warm hands are on your hips practically moving you up and down

james eating you out right before a show as a “good luck charm”

james letting you play one of his guitars (he’s somewhat surprised by how turned on he gets)

let me tell you. the scream i let out was unholy. I FEEL LIKE I CAN'T JUST CHOOSE ONE BUT THE FUCKINGMG COWBOY HAT ONE. it's calling to me. it's saying my name.

I don't know why but i'm imagining it's summer and he's been working on his car out in the sun, and he's wearing the cowboy hat to keep the sun out of his face as he works. He's been out there for so long though, and you've been patiently waiting, sitting pretty in a lawn chair as you watch him, bringing him iced tea every now and then.

But he was taking so long, and you were getting restless watching him, the way his biceps flexed as he worked on the engine, the way he would hum along to to the country and western station on the radio, sweat making his skin glow under the sun.

"James," you call softly from your place on the lawn chair, "Are you almost done?"

He's laying on the pavement now to work on the underside of the car, "Not yet, honey."

He doesn't slide out from underneath to look at you when he speaks, not catching the way you pout to yourself and huff. You only last five more minutes, crossing your arms and standing up to stand over his hips.

"James." You say firmly.

When he sees your shoes, he pushes himself out from under the car, still laying on his back as he looks up at you. You're standing with your legs spread, the breeze offering him full view of your panties underneath your sundress.

He falters for a moment, lost in staring up your dress, before he drops his wrench and grips your calf in one hand, "Yeah, sweetheart?"

You falter from just his touch on your leg, bottom lip pushed out into a pout as you look down at him, "You're taking too long."

"What do you need me for, baby?"

His tone is smug, trailing a finger up your calf to your thigh, trace of a smirk on his lips. When you don't answer, he taps your leg for you to move aside while he pushes himself out from beneath the car properly, leaning his back up against one of the doors. He motions to his lap, and you eye him curiously for a moment before he tugs at your wrist to get you to straddle him.

Your knees scrape a little on the pavement but you don't care, settling your legs on either side of his waist and sighing in relief from being able to be close to him.

"I think I know what you need me for," he gently runs his fingers over your cheek and down to your lips, "but I'm real tired from working'"

You cast your eyes down in disappointment, but he tilts your gaze back up with a finger under your chin, "But that doesn't mean you can't take what you want, honey."

That's how you end up with your dress hiked up and panties pulled aside, bouncing up and down on his cock as he watches, eyes hooded and big, warm hands gripping at your hips. His fingertips dig into the plushy skin as he helps your movements, watching proudly as you grip at his t-shirt and take what you want from him.

He takes the cowboy hat off his head and places it onto yours, grinning smugly as he lets himself lean back against the car, watching as you work yourself onto him, lifting one hand up to your head to keep the hat on when you throw it back in a moan.

"There we go," he grunts, "Fuckin' take it. It's yours."

You'd never been more thankful for James' garage being out of view from the neighbours, but the way he grips your hips makes you think you wouldn't care either way.

[chewbokachoi]

My writing/the real reason you're here

-confetti and fanfare-

At the moment, it's all Mortal Kombat. UPDATE: There's, like, one Babylon 5 in there now!

Song Challenges - As the link explains, I write to a song and that's that.

Ask games - Always open/have no expiration date

Completed Works:

Friday Nights - A weekly ritual between the two, Johnny finds tonight's session is bringing up something he's tried to not think about. AO3 Rating: E Chapters: 4/4 Notes: Johnny/Kenshi piece and the piece that dislodged me from my writer's block and I more or less haven't stopped since (aside from a few hurdles but ya get me)

Good Dog - Shang Tsung has gathered far more enemies than allies. Realizing that he needs somebody to keep an eye out for him, he decides to hire a bodyguard. By chance, Shang Tsung arrives just in time to hire Bi-Han, a down on his luck man-for-hire. What Shang Tsung didn't expect was for this man of ice to be immune to all his usual tricks and charm. He doesn't want to admit this draws him to his guard. And on the flip side, Bi-Han didn't think he'd ever break his no-attachments rule with the likes of such a fragile mad scientist. Inspired by the amazing art of @eo03o AO3 Rating: E Chapters: 5/5 Notes: I liked their dynamic too much and am too proud of all the random Easter eggs.

Sublimation - Five years since Bi-Han's betrayal and nothing has gotten easier. Earthrealm continues to need its defenders and everyone's starting to feel the strain. But Tomas is feeling another type of strain--he's been treated like a child more than the second in command of the Shirai Ryu as of late. When Liu Kang tasks Tomas and Hanzo to return to the Lin Kuei library, destroyed during the schism, they are ambushed by Bi-Han and Shang Tsung, who offer Tomas up to an Enenra with hopes to control it.

Things, of course, do not go according to plan. Tomas is saved by Hanzo, but Tomas is once again thrown into a life altering experience he never had a say in. Now he and his friends must learn to live with this new version of their friend. AO3 Rating: M Chapters: 5/5 Notes: Part of a series (that'll get renamed). Part 2 already in the works for it. Commentary

Works in Progress:

But a Patient Wolf - Sequel to Good Dog Shang Tsung gifts "Sai" a chance to exact revenge on Quan Chi, the ringmaster of the traveling circus he once belonged to. With that done, the two flee to Chicago. But their time in the city is cut short when Shang Tsung finally figures out where the strange and mysterious island in the East China Sea is. Bi-Han, the ever-loyal bodyguard, follows his beloved mad scientist to their new destination. There, the two discover a suspiciously preserved library full of secrets and wonders that will push the two and their relationship to the limit. AO3 Rating: M Chapters: 1/5(?) Notes: I fell in love with their dynamic. They're too hard to resist. This story will likely have a different tone than Part One/Good Dog itself, but I hope it's still enjoyable!

The Great Duo: Shang Tsung is woken up one morning to find an ex and six-year-old at his doorstep. She leaves Shang Tsung with a girl who is no doubt his daughter. Initially, he takes her in, knowing it to be wiser to have somebody as smart as him on his side. Soon enough, Shang Tsung finds he not only enjoys having the kid around, but he enjoys teaching her and training her to be just like him. AO3 Rating: T Chapters: 1/3(?) Notes: This one is very much a 'I'll update as the ideas come to me' kind of thing

To Be Haunted: Johnny and Kenshi's relationship has gotten more serious with marriage in sight. Johnny's showing his commitment by welcoming Takeda, while Kenshi still struggles to feel like a good enough parent to Cassie. What should be the next step for the growing family is hamstrung by a strange entity that has made their home its own. Their lives are quickly thrown off balance as Cassie and Takeda grow ill from the creature's presence. Johnny, Kenshi, and their friends scramble to solve the mystery of the entity before it's too late. AO3 Rating: M Chapters: 13/? Notes: I am trying to update it :(

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Introducing my own Zenless Zone Zero faction, Saberline

Organization type:  Entertainment Industry company

Aesthetic: Medieval, Knight, Fantasy, Street Rebell,

Allied Factions: PubSec, H.A.N.D

Activities: Acting, Music, Entertaining, Art

Members:

Leader

Name: Arturus Von Goldworth

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Agent Rank: S

Role: Defense

Element: Ether 

Weapon:  A holy Greatsword

The Von Goldworth family is a renowned Family business in New Eridu that usually sells jewelry… so their son Arturus was born into wealth from the start….however his parents had other plans on how to make him more useful for the family business… So from a young age he grew up more raised by Nannies than his own parents who were always out making more money… eventually as he was 14 and did star in some Commercials… trying to get his parents attention and make them proud… They did take him on a flight business trip as a reward for it… or more as in his parents' idea of keeping their son motivated to make more money for them… however their schemes didn't really go as planned… the airship they boarded got attacked by a cyber attack… and as all went in chaos in an last attempt to let their son survive it they dropped him off the ship into a hollow… he barely survived thanks to luck… and got found by some Agents in the hollows who got him back… 

Here he was… almost 15… his parents both gone… Despite that he was still the Heir of the Von Goldworth enterprise… and he wanted to do something better with the money. His Nannies often let him watch TV shows and he noticed how that's to them he barely noticed the dread of the hollows… how the things he saw in the hollow… the Ethereals… despite them being scary… they also fascinated him.. He wanted to become one who could fight them… but also one that wanted to show people he could… so he asked his Manager who got him the gig to be the company's boss till he was old enough.

But working with his Manager they build up the entertainment company Saberline… born from Arturus' love of old Knight movies.  As a startup to become the Protagonist he always wanted to be… the one who slays the biggest ethereals… at age 17 his first series was filmed… between hollows and New Eridu to make a sort of Romantic drama with Action to draw in several fans of his first show “King of the grail” The town thrived in the tragic story of the last Heir of the Von Goldworth family and how he is so charming as an actor… Arturus listening to things in media noticed how it did push him down from what was fun to him… how the masses didn't get him but thanks to his manager he learned how to deal with it… not to be swayed by the masses trying to push him down. He started to see the world his own way… mostly the good in everything he does… the pride in who he was and what he accomplished… living the daydream of a Hero… however this mindset made him also pretty avoidant to actual problems he had. So Arturus became who he is today… a handsome charismatic man who many people adore… but also has many scandals and critics follow after him… hailed as one of the current top actors hired for movies and shows… led by a prideful ego but sometimes oblivious to the people's bad intention him.. he may be a little spoiled but in core he still has a good heart… thinking the more Ethereals he takes out the more he can save the people… Good intentions led by a delusional mind who doesn't see the real picture… 

However maybe his Fantasy driven mind is just what New Eridu needs to make it through 

Arturus Favourites

Favourite Food: Pottage Stew, Chilli hot dogs

Favourite Drink: Energy drinks

Favourite *Drink* :  Beer

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Vanilla

Music Genre:  Free Jazz

Movie Genre: Action and Fantasy

Weather: Summer

Holiday: Valentines day

Pet: Horse

Time of day: Afternoon

Sport: Does sword fighting count?

Theme park ride: Wooden Rollercoasters

Gemstone: Opal

Color: Blue

Flowers: Lilies

Favorite game genre: Racing games,

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Alignment: Chaotic good

Favorite pizza type: Peperoni

Favorite school subject: Sports

Birthday: 27th of July

Name: Lance Heatherville

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit Thiren

Agent Rank: A

Role: Attack

Element: Ice

Weapon: Gun axe

Lance grew up not under the greatest circumstances… being formerly a little child on the Outer ring… mostly fending with other kids for the last bread crumbs of food… while his mom was out just living her own life not caring for her son and his father… fell victim to an accident in the oil fields… but Lance didn’t want to stay in the place… he felt that he deserved more… he often spied on other peoples places that had a TV and watched whatever those people looked at just to eventually start to build his own instrument out of some leftover junk and start to become a street musician… and to his luck he was quite successful… many lending him the money enough to save it up a little… to eventually hope to scrap enough for a trip to New Eridu…  Eventually many got inspired by his singing… inspired by his ways to make their situation better themselves…. and so the kids who formerly fought with him for survival… got jobs themselves and granted him the opportunity to go there. But as he had hoped to finally realize his dream… he knew it wasn’t that easy.

Casting after casting, rejection after rejection… Lance's money ran thin even if he rented one of the cheapest little flats he could get in New Eridu… dreading if he returned to his birthplace without achieving anything… he went back onto the streets again… singing as usual, trying to get enough money to at least buy him a meal… as he ran into the one who pissed him off the most… Arturus… seeing his face plastered everywhere in the city made him particularly mad because of his reputation…. the opposite of him… a person who never had to work or strain his mind and body for anything… born rich and smothered by everything… he wanted to ignore him and just walk on but the Actor stopped him. “Didn’t you audition for this show at my studio?”

“Yeah and they rejected me, do you want to rub it in?”

“No actually.. I don’t think the role did fit you but… I know one that does…”

“I passed… I don’t like people pitying me.”

Arturus still didn’t let go of his wrist. “It wasn't a pity… you would be perfect for the role of the Antagonist… and hearing you sing is even better for that song I had in mind.”

Arturus manager handed him the business card but Lance moved on… just to come back to his flat… seeing a notice on his door��� he had no other choice… even if he disliked the Actor… this was his only chance to survive again… and not disappoint the people who got him here… and so he went to the audition the next day… became part of Saberline… 

He slowly rose up on even ground to the one who got him here… but also the one he will now call on his main Rival. Lance is pretty much determined to beat him one day… to become better than him to prove his own talents and how he went from nothing through hard work to towering above him. However he doesn’t have the best selfcare… hence he is barely getting any sleep and overworking himself… easily pissed off at things, quick to snap… but one thing didn’t change… his knack for music… and his dream to make it big… to prove everyone what he is capable of. Despite the defensive stance… There are ways to get him to soften up… by praise and patience.

Favourites

Favourite Food: Grilled Sandwiches, 

Favourite Drink: Cherry cola

Favourite *Drink* :  Vodka

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Cherry

Music Genre:  Metal and Rock

Movie Genre: Documentaries

Weather: Rain

Holiday: Halloween

Pet: Dolphins

Time of day: Midnight, 

Sport:  Badminton

Theme park ride: Ship Rides

Gemstone: Jade,

Color: Black and red

Flowers: Spider lilies

Favorite game genre: Souls like games,

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Favorite pizza type: Gyros Pizza

Favorite school subject: Maths

Birthday: 23rd of August

Name:  Gawyndia Driselle

Gender: Female

Species: Axolotl Thiren

Agent Rank: A

Role: Support 

Element: Physical 

Weapon: Umbrella with Paint bombs

Gawyndia grew up usually closed off in her room drawing pictures… She wasn’t interested much in the outside world. Despite that there was eventually one thing driving her out of the safety of her room… and that was a hollow coming closer and closer to her home, having to be evacuated with her family… despite that looking at it from afar… it had something beautiful about it to her… the colors were unlike anything she had ever seen before… and so moving into her new home after this she started to draw much more colorful drawings than just the monochrome paintings she did before… growing interested in street graffiti… however eventually someone discovered her outside while drawing on the walls of New Eridu… but not for her talents as an artist… but because she seemed perfect for a commercial they wanted to do. She wanted to refuse but her parents who were looking for her spotted her and butted in… how it was a great opportunity for her to make some new experience and get out of her house without getting caught by police because of this “Vandalism”. 

Reluctantly Gawyndia agreed… mostly just to get her parents to shut about her hobby… Eventually becoming a young star featured in several commercials for different products. 

She only did these gigs so her Parents wouldn’t throw her out and she still had a place to do her art in secret. But as she was 18… and had means to leave her parents she got the offer from Arturus to join his Agency…  At first she wanted to refuse it but then she heard about them going into the Hollows as part of the job too… mostly the Manager brought it up and this caught  her curiosity… She did ask him to get away from this cute childhood image brought upon her as she was a kid star and so… they had a deal.

Nowadays she still is pretty quiet when not on TV but pretty blunt and direct when her fellow actors get into trouble or do something wrong. She is basically throughout hollow missions the one who instead of the manager will make sure they come back in one piece. She tries to stray away from her cute Image to seem more like a mature, elegant lady… but you can see her slip in some childish behavior at times… after all she never had a normal childhood and this is the time her parents can't butt into her decision anymore. In Arturus show she is playing a role of a friend to the character he plays… one that does help him with his love interests.  

Favourites

Favourite Food: Borscht, Berries on Filet 

Favourite Drink: Lotus tea

Favourite *Drink* :  Kiwi shots

 Ice Cream Flavour:  Strawberry 

Music Genre: Classic music and Hip hop

Movie Genre: Horror and Murder 

Weather: Spring

Holiday: new Years

Pet: Cats

Time of day: Night

Sport: Ballet

Theme park ride: Tea cups

Gemstone: Ruby

Color: anything but black and white really she adores…but still wear them 

Flowers: Lotus

Favorite game genre: She doesn't game much but farming 

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Lawful Neutral 

Favorite pizza type: Double Cheese

Favorite school subject: Art

Birthday: 16th of December 

Name: Percy O'Donnel

Gender: Non-Binary 

Species: Lion Thiren

Agent Rank: S

Role:Stun

Element: Ether 

Weapon: A huge Mace known to make enemies topple

Coming from the outside of New Eridu, even further than the outer Ring, Percy was aware of the issues with the hollows pretty early… However, since they were a kid also listened a lot to their parents' words… “Stay strong… don’t fear it… no matter what happens… keep up this smile of yours.” And it were words that kept them going and believing eventually they will have some peace… despite the scary experiences of some of the hollows being this close… they were also fascinated by them… daydreaming on stories while sitting in a car for most of their young life… until eventually they finally arrived at New Eridu… finally in peace… finally able to build up a life… even if it was hard at first with their parents having to get jobs first and them saving up but eventually… They set up a simple life where Percy could just walk the streets and daydream while going to school. But even then there were people who did want to ruin their smile… who were somewhat creeped out that despite them telling about all they saw they could smile like that… Eventually Percy became slightly the outcast in their school. Except for one person… that actually said they had potential as a comedian… and should likely try to join some of the auditions in town… 

Percy mostly didn’t take it seriously but thought it was a funny idea to just try… and was surprised they actually got a small role in an upcoming show playing a comic relief… because of this stunt they actually got more accepted in school… even if it was for the wrong reasons but… Percy didn’t know better.. They never had friends before… Many just basked in their short fame just to drop them again… 

But they never lost their first friend who just believed in them… who encouraged them… however eventually their friend grew sick and couldn’t really guide them much…

Percy was lost on what to do… eventually their daydreams and lack of paying attention got them too close to a Hollow before they got stopped by Pubsec officers… Just to see someone come out they recognized… an actor they have seen a lot on TV before… Arturus who saw them looked at them but also recognized the face from their little appearance… Percy and Arturus started chatting… mostly on how the Lion Thiren wanted to help their sick friend with Medicine money… hoping to see them recover… Arturus was touched by the concern Percy had for their only friend and offered them a space in their show… and so Percy joined Saberline as well… Even if they are a bit of an airhead, they do match some of the Leaders Delulu but also often have to be watched out for by Gawyndia… Still they are one that always pushes up the group when they feel down… and does seem a bit too eager to take out Ethereals… having fun swinging their mace. They are the newest member so out of the 4 they are still the rookie.

Favourites

Favourite Food: Rice Bowls, Beef bowls,

Favourite Drink: Smoothies

Favourite *Drink* :  They do not

Ice Cream Flavour:  Lemon

Music Genre:  Pop music mostly, 

Movie Genre: Animation movies are their favs

Weather: Sun

Holiday: Christmas

Pet: Birds

Time of day: Morning

Sport: Baseball

Theme park ride: Free fall towers

Gemstone: Garnet

Color: Yellow and Orange

Flowers: Amarylis

Favorite game genre: Life sims

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Chaotic good

Favorite pizza type: Hawaii

Favorite school subject: Literature

Birthday:   4th of April