#'you're making your OC bald too

[wixxid]

IVORY  · PART ll

Fandom: Dune

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Female OC

Words: 1,658

Warnings: dark themes, abuse, and arranged marriage

Summary: Deceit leaves you waiting in doubt, while also allowing you a glimpse into the violence that is house Harkonnen.

"It's been days."

Sitting at the metal dining table, you stare down at the meal sitting on your plate; a platter of strange meat and fruit. It's late evening and yet you've still to see the sky. The duke sits the table opposite of you, troubled with a face equally as displeased as you sound.

Three day's have passed since your arrival to Giedi Prime.

That's how long you've been waiting to hear from the Barron. That's how long he's been making the envoy wait, with little to no news other than the fact his nephew is nearing to the planets orbit.

Feyd-Rautha was never here.

We've travelled time and space only to be left in disillusion. Stranded and seething in what is only another insult. The Barron had denied all your fathers requests to speak. We're to simply wait the coming time for the ceremony to take place.

"Is he dead?"

The question slips from between your lips, more as a suggestion than a question. In these last few days you've been contemplating the delay in your marriage to the Harkonnen. Your mind couldn't help but wander to the faint possibility.

You're father glanced you and then to the female servants. He utters, "Don't say that?"

Turning your eyes to the women, you observe how still the three of them stand. Their bald heads are bowed lowly, their eyes everted as if it were forbidden to look upon us. Neither of them spoke, a noticeable trait amongst these walls. It's terribly quiet.

"Do you think they listen?"

The duke sighed with a gesture, "All of you, leave us."

Immediately, the three women scurried from your site and out of the dining room. It leaves only the two of you now. Taking your glass of drink, filled with a substance you could only describe as strong - alcoholic - you take a sip.

"Don't get comfortable," he counselled. "They all listen. The servants. The guards. The walls. There's nowhere here you can ever believe is secure."

"Then why do we stay?"

He paused, "You know why."

Getting up from your seat, you headed towards a decorative wall ornament. A silver plate, rippled and bent into an unusual disk. The shiny chrome reflects the jarred image of your pale face.

"I'd accepted my fate from the beginning," you started whilst refusing to look at him. You can feel the emotions bubbling within your chest. "I'd made peace and readied myself for our arrival - and for nothing - to be made a fool."

"If he didn't need our alliance, then we wouldn't be here."

"You think he'd kill us?"

"Yes, and yet we still breathe," replied your father. "Whatever it is that's happening, it's not without reason. I don't believe this is the Barron's doing."

"Then it's true."

"What is?"

Your turned around, "Feyd-Rautha."

The duke tensed at the mention, before looking away with a sigh of defeat. It haunts him. Your father never wanted to speak of the marriage. It was your mother who came to you after the fact, confessing the identity of your match.

Your father is too shamed. Surrendering to the enemy and going so far as to parlay with his only daughter. It had hurt the mans pride, not only as a duke but as a father. He wanted better for you, better than a monster.

"He can't hurt -."

"Don't lie to me," you interjected. "As soon as it's done and I'm alone, there's nothing he can't do to hurt me."

"He won’t kill you."

"No," you mutter bitterly. Pausing, you emptied your cup with a last mouthful. "That would mean mercy."

Pursing your lips, you flare at his poor attempt to reassure your welfare. There's paths worse than death, and murder is too clean. Striding across the dining hall, you exited hastily without properly bidding him goodnight.

It angers you.

This waiting game has brought you to the edge of sanity. As you said before, you'd made peace with the situation, but now you're unsure. You're stuck in a twisted purgatory; neither free from this place nor bound to it.

Navigating the abandoned hallways, the click of your heels echoes amongst the wide tunnel like space. The palace is endless and vast, and sometimes you wonder what you might discover if you were to steer from the trail.

There's much the other houses don't know about the Harkonnen's. They're a secretive and sly race, who don't take kindly to sharing their technology and resources; other than the exorbitant production of Spice.

"Why are you following me?"

Pausing in the middle of the hall, you waited for the hidden figure to emerge from the shadows. You had herd them trailing you from the moment you left the dining room. Their mind is far too active for you to ignore amidst the emptiness.

"It's only polite to mind one's guests. The palace walls can easily deceive the unfamiliar."

Piter appears the dank recesses of the hallway, still clothed in traditional black. The two of you have barely associated after your initial contact upon arrival, but you aren't at all surprised to find him lurking.

"And what might I find, if I were to stray?" you asked daringly. "Perhaps the truth?"

"The truth isn't always worth it's labour."

You're gaze narrows, "Tell me what you want."

"Answers," he simply responded. "It's my function to seek answers - even to questions still yet to come."

"Isn't it only inevitable."

"In a manner, but why not reach for the power of foresight?"

Stepping towards him, you inch closer to the mentat; until you're merely inches from one another. Although he doesn’t move, you can see the uncertainty in his face. He expects you be otherwise, but you react differently; a miscalculation.

“Tell me my future.”

He looks at you with hesitation, before answering. “Your future is your own creation. But,” he adds whilst looking you up and down. “I do expect it be bleak.”

You scoff beneath your breath. He’s blunt, but at the very least he shows honesty. It may not be on the most respectful of terms, but it's better than you expect. Eyeing him once more, you leave Piter alone in the darkened hallway.

Walking back to your room, you're quick to take notice of the servant standing idly outside of your doorway. This one’s different. You’ve not see her face before. There seems to be quite a few, following you like shadows.

“A bath,” you instruct, to which she obeys.

Opening the door to your room, you enter first while she trails afterwards. Swiftly she maneuvers herself to prepare the bath in the adjoining room. It’s gives you time to breath, and you do so deeply.

The weight on your shoulders is overbearing. A force to be reckoned. You’ve been on constant guard the moment you step foot on this rock, and although you know you shouldn’t allow yourself to slip, you bring yourself at ease.

If only for a moment.

The servant returns, helping you undress from the layers of clothing that've been shielding you from the many faces. They’re not to see you before the ceremony, but you’d rather they don’t see you at all.

It’s easier to hide.

Slipping into the hot bath, you submerge down into the milky white water. It smells subtle but flowery, not a smell you first expected to breath in a place like this. You'd expected something unpleasant and sterile.

They say the Barron himself bathes in vats of black oil. They dredge it from this very terrain. It's supposedly a mineral enriched concoction. A way to heal the mans fowl wounds and morbidly ill health.

Improbable.

Rotating your neck, you ease the taut ache within your muscles. The ceremony will be soon, if not tomorrow then surely the next. You’ve not seen their ways of marriage, but you imagine it to be cold and emotionless; savage.

It’ll more akin to a fete, than a true celebration.

Sponging along the length of your arms and shoulders, the servant carefully washes you as if you're made of precious material. Leaning over, you cant help but catch site of the bruised flesh at her collar.

“Stop.”

Immediately, the woman stills like a statue. Your damp fingertips running across her soft but marred skin; the color of deep purple. She flinches when you press the tender wound. It's recent enough.

“Who did this to you?”

Remaining quiet, her unmoving eyes stare into the distance. Fear or loyalty. Either way she refuses to reveal the abuser. The artery at her neck throbs with the increase of her heartrate.

“Speak.”

She stumbles at the sound of The Voice. It brings her to her knees, hand splashing against the waters surface as she tries to steady herself. The answer you compel comes unwillingly and to a surprise.

“Ne-Barron."

Frightful eyes gape up at you, body shaking as she tries to come to terms with the power that'd overcome her freewill. Disorientation. As much as her instincts beg for her to flee, she makes no move to runaway; to scream in horror and obscenity.

Instead, she collects herself as much as she can, before retrieving the sponge to continue bathing your flesh. There's no need to force for further elaboration. Her words came accompanied with a testament of emotions.

Torture.

Torment.

A common endurance on this planet. Resting in the bath, you only need to imagine as to why the brute would decide to leave the servant so obviously bruised and battered; only the reason hardly matters. Logic is for the sane.

Feyd-Rautha is psychotic.

Your only real concern is, if he's so willing to inflict pain and suffering to that of his own people, then what might he do to you; an outsider. An Atreides. Those bruises hold no shame or remorse. They stand as his representation.

Would he make you walk among them as another?

A symbol of his dominion.

[zankydraws]

do you have an oc or persona of any kind?

also, do you have any of your own oc’s w/ lore and stuff?

only asking cus i really wanted to make fanart for you at some point and realised i couldn’t T-T

have a nice day!

I do have a sona but she needs a little redesign. I've been planning on drawing her but I'm not really in the mood for that now.. But idk, maybe I'll get motivated 😔

tbh, most of my OCs need redesigns or at least some new art (I haven't drawn one of my faves since like.. 2018). a lot of the stuff I have is very rusty lol

buuuut, I guess I could share one guy... my biggest fave. I've wanted to share art of him for a long while but for some reason I was never ready to do that lol, ngl I'd love to get fanart of him

(pics and some details about him under read more) ⬇️

this is Dave and he is very stupid 💖 if you're interested in making art of him, here's what he looks like

(shitty ass meme edit lmao)

His actual name is Dawid Szulecki 🇵🇱

He's some sort of a faceless ghost and wears a mask at all times. He can create clones of himself which are emotion based and each has a different mask (there are 7 different masks but I plan on adding one more in the future and maybe improving a few of them lol so you're only gonna see two of them for now). His favorite activities are playing baseball with his clones, slapping his clones on their stupid bald heads and touching nice tiddies. He also enjoys being a nuisance to his friends and pulling pranks on them (his buddies are faceless ghosts too). Generally he's a shitlord

his skin is pitch black and feels cold and slightly velvetty to the touch

he's a pretty big boi, 198cm tall

he loves dinosaurs and has a little collection of dino figurines and also owns dinosaur themed hoodies and onesies (which is a lil fact that I keep forgetting about lol)

+ some older stuff I made 2-3 years ago:

he wears dumb shirts like these unironically

he's my idiot. my dumbass 💜

I need to make more art of him and his friends fr

[fereldanwench]

OC SMASH OR PASS

Tagged by @alongtidesoflight! <3333

Tagging (apologies if you were already tagged): @gloryride, @corpocyborg, @aceghosts, @crystalt3a, @harellan, and anyone else who thinks it looks fun!

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

BASICS

Full Name: Valerie Irene Powell

Alias: V

Age: 35 (as of 2077)

Height: 5'10"/178 cm

Eyes: Dark steel blue

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

PROS

Friendly and clever, always has a smile on her face, laughs easily, playful but recognizes when it's too much

Very empathetic and a great listener

Also very loyal and committed--She'd never be unfaithful

Loves doing little everyday gestures to show she cares (bringing you lunch or your favorite hot beverage, helping with chores or errands, etc.)

Incredibly sensual, passionate, and attentive in bed--Gets off getting you off

Can be as kinky or vanilla as you want/open to experimenting with toys, positions (she's very athletic and flexible), etc.

Her affection will make you feel like the most important person in the world (true even if it's just a platonic relationship)

CONS

Bad at setting boundaries and recognizing when she's given too much of herself

Tries to repress her sensitive nature which can lead to bursts of frustration and resentment

Gets very passive-aggressive and spiteful during intense conflicts

Doesn't always clearly communicate what she expects from a partner/expects them to be a bit of a mind-reader

Will stick around in a bad relationship longer than she should due to fear of change (although she will end things if the other person won't)

[Potential con] If you're not into a very doting partner, she could come across as overbearing

[Potential con] If you're the jealous type, the attention she pulls for her charisma and looks could cause insecurity

EXTRAS

Valerie did sleep around a lot when she was in her early 20s, but those days are long behind her by 2077. Sex is best for her when she's deeply in love.

She leans slightly more to the submissive side, but not in a pillow princess kind of way. She prefers to take a very active, vocal role during sex.

She is 100% sober--No booze, cigs, or recreational drugs for her. She's okay being around light drinkers (like in social situations or with a meal), but heavy drinking or hard drug usage are a deal-breaker.

Valerie is, however, a very heavy coffee drinker. She keeps gum and mints on hand at all times, but coffee breath is an inevitability at some point.

She's fluent in English and Japanese, and she can carry very basic conversations in Spanish.

She likes crisp, faintly woodsy scents and often smells like bergamot, white tea, and sage.

Might not be a great dancer, but is an adorable one:

Additional propaganda:

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Hi!!

I love your comic Goldenheart baby and tried to draw the lil bald guy ;-; I love him so much pipipi (also I know you've been having some rough weeks where you are, so I hope this can at least cheer you up a bit 👉👈 you're so coolest 🗣️)

Also sorry I got thoughts of them based on your own thoughts of Goldenheart as parents 🧍

-The idea of Ambrosius' never wanting to let anyone hold him gave me the idea of Gregor becoming a velcro baby (very attached to Ambrosius) which then translated to not just Ambrosius' arms but anyone's arms (and then gave me the idea of, them at the table eating or something and passing the baby from one's arms to the other's so they can eat in peace for a while and simply it working like that until he's a toddler 😭) (sorry I just like to pick other people's headcanons and add in my headcanons in their AU, in my mind JSKDHD 😭 I hope that's okay ª)

-ALSO y'know how you mentioned in one of Gregor's posts about him having something (I can't quite remember the exact name🧍) but Ambrosius blaming himself for that? I thought what if he thought that bc babies when they are months old think of their closest parent as themselves (until they start to realize they're a different being themselves, so if they're sad they understand that they themselves must be sad and stuff ? As I understand it) but AA Ambrosius simply experiences emotions and stuff and Gregor imitating him. And he doesn't connect it when he's happy or calm, but when he's angry or sad, he does notice that Gregor copies him and WA 🧍

-ALSO I LOVE HIS OLD MAN HAIR WHDHW bald babies are so cute 😭

-Also sorry Ambrosius holding him one-handed was based on a dad holding his baby like that and taking a selfie 😭 (also drew movie Ballister holding his baby like that bc it's such a silly way, especially bc the dad in the picture was supporting correctly the baby's head and all that and the baby seemed very unbothered shsjh).

>He was supposed to say something like, would a depressed person make this? Presents his best creation Like that meme but I couldn't remember if he was actually depressed or not in your headcanons 🧍 (and I was too lazy to look it up sorry 😭)

Also adult Gregor because I really like his hairstyle and facial hair 🗣️ very cool

ANYWAYS HE'S SO COOL PIPIPI (sorry for the rambling shdkdh)

That's it I hope you have a good day !! 🗣️🗣️

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THISSSSSJFJDHSGSUS

First off thank you so much I really needed this right now 😭 I love your headcanons and your take on him and OMG I LOVE the way you draw him!!!! I'm so glad you like my OC and please don't apologize feel free to make whatever drawings or headcanons you like, they make me so happy !!! :,,,,)

YES he would definitely be a Velcro Baby and a complete snugglebug like his parents, never wanting to not be held! And I can TOTALLY see Ambro blaming himself for every negative emotion this child ever has, especially as a baby. "He's sad because I'm sad! He has anxiety because I was anxious before he was born! It's all my fault!" But while he would be a flawed parent he'd still do his best and with Ballister's support they'd do a good enough job eeeeeeee

I love this so much your art is so good!!! I love seeing your Goldenheart babies they're so cute and it's so lovely seeing Gregor in your style 😭 thank you so much for this!!!!!

[silvervioletvalentine]

Spell it out!

Pairing: neymar jr X female OC (Cherrie)

Word count : 8k

Warnings : love sick ney! Asshole players. Fighting/ arguing. Little angst mostly fluff. Oh and terrible google translate. My bad! :))

Cherrie laughed to herself as she waved towards one of her favourite and perhaps only reporters that she could actually stand .

Martin was already waiting for her with his microphone just by the entrance of psg , the cameras already set up and ready for the players arrival. It was a big game today after all.

Dressed in small black Nike shorts and a matching sports bra , she pulled her headphones down from her ears and hung them around her neck instead . Pausing her playlist on her phone as she smiled at Martin who was waiting for her to come over and greet him.

A lot of the players didn't like giving interviews before matches but Cherrie wasn't one of them.

She was well known for talking shit and winding people up , even her own teammates . No amount of media training could make her stop and eventually the team had stopped trying to get her to shut her mouth and instead had just defeatedly asked her not to take it too far.

But what was too far? She had yet to find that line yet. She was only having fun.

Which was why they usually paired her up in front of the cameras , having another player there to change the subject or to physically put their hand over her mouth when she started slagging someone off just because she could . She just couldn't help herself.

It was usually Ramos or kylian they put her with. Not like that had ever stopped her.

It was even worse when they paired her with neymar because he only egged her on. He was just as bad as she was . He laughed at every little snide comment she said and always blurted out whatever insulting thing she had called someone to the press. Throwing her under the bus all the time and always getting her into even more trouble than she was already in.

"Hello. Hello! Done something different with your hair Martin?" She greeted him with a cheeky smile, her bag with her kit in hung loosely over her shoulder .

She was late. She knew she was but luckily for her they had a long warm up today and their coach loved her. She didn't feel like rushing anyways.

Martin rolled his eyes as he ran his hand over his bald head with a huff of amusement . Shaking his head at the young woman's cheek in front of him.

"Yeah. New hair. You like it?" He played along , laughing.

Cherrie hummed as she pretended to think about it . Squirming her eyes at him with glee .

"Nah. I like the old you better. Hair has changed you. Is everybody already here?" She then asked him, leaning her body back to peer down the corridor curiously .

Pulling her water bottle out of her bag and ignoring her assistants impatient looks as she motioned for her to hurry up. She simply looked away and back to Martin who was trying not to laugh.

Instead the man nodded his head with a smile "yes. Neymar arrived just before you. You're the last of the bunch to arrive. Sleep in?" He said knowingly .

No doubt pictures of her at the club last night were making the rounds. She couldn't remember much, which usually meant that she had a good time.

She groaned a little , annoyed that neymar had beat her there .

It was a well known betting game that the others always put on. Both of the players were known for never arriving on time . It was always a game of who's going to arrive first 'neymar or Cherrie?'. She had never won.

But oh well.

"The best always come last. He's gonna rub this into my face though. God.." she sighed , taking a gulp of her water . Still feeling the hangover .

The fact that her trainer wouldn't let her have a plate full of greasy food for breakfast didn't help. Since when did a healthy bagel and avocado ever get rid of a hangover? It was ridiculous .

Martin just grinned "he's back from his injury now. Finally allowed to play. You missed playing with him?" He asked her .

Knowing fully well that the two were like machines when they worked together on the pitch. The unspoken communication they had between them was enough to make anyone envious .

It didn't matter how much Cherrie liked to pretend that his presence was nothing but an annoyance for her , even she could admit that they made a great team. When he stopped bugging her. Something that she didn't think he was actually capable off.

He had made it his mission to get on her nerves since she had first signed with psg nearly two years ago. The first day she had arrived he had been there waiting for her with a large grin on his face and a welcome cake in his hand.

Which then he had went on to shove into her unimpressed face , laughing hysterically when she tried to shove her boot up his ass in return.

He had followed her around whenever he could , always yelling stupid shit at her from across the field to try and make her laugh.

Lionel had told her that it was because he wanted to be her friend , Cherrie thought it was because he was just a pain in the ass .

She almost throttled Lionel when he gave neymar her phone number after weeks of him begging him to give it over . The unexpected calls from him at all hours of the day really didn't help. The fact that he felt free to FaceTime her no matter what he was doing drove her insane .

She had once been at home with her father celebrating his birthday when neymar had FaceTimed her while he was in an ice bath . Only it hasn't been her that had picked up her phone, it had been her father . Who had promptly took one look at the mostly naked man in the bath on her phone and burst into loud laughter .

She was mortified and had to spend hours trying to convince her family that nothing was going on between them. That it was just the insane way that neymar behaved . Neymar laughing and refusing to tell them otherwise didn't help her case at all.

She had sat there at her kitchen counter in disbelief as she watched her father and Neymar talk for hours on her phone before her father had the great idea to invite her teammate over to celebrate with him.

Not even an hour late the Brazilian had turned up at her door with cake and wine and a smug look on his face when her father happily welcomed him in like he was family .

It looks could kill...

Cherrie just couldn't believe it but she had no choice in the matter .

Thus a reluctant friendship was born. When neymar decided something , there was no changing his mind.

So when he had decided that he was going to become her best friend and she his. Well, that's what happened.

She supposed he had grown on her a little ...

Pushing her hair away from her face she smiled a little "I'm glad that he's okay now . We definitely do better with him there. Bit bummed that my peace and quite is over but .." she shrugged trailing off jokingly .

Martin laughed "well he's definitely missed you! He was telling us about how excited he was to be on the pitch with you again. It's safe to say that everyone's anticipating seeing you two out there again tonight.."

Cherrie just smiled and nodded her head as she saw her assistant angrily motion for her to end the interview now . Rolling her eyes a little at her friend , she sighed long and hard.

"Of course he missed me. I'm amazing . I hope you enjoy the game Martin. See you later!" She said her goodbyes and gave a wave towards the camera before jogging off down the corridor towards the locker room.

Flinging her training bag in her cubicle , she picked up her water bottle and stepped back out. She didn't need to change into her kit till the game. It was too hot out anyways . She was fine in her sports bra and running shorts.

Her assistant gave her a stern look as she walked down the corridor beside her .

“Please behave today. No pissing anyone off. Just stick to neymar and be good." She advised her.

Cherrie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yes Mother." She mocked before shaking her head "and I think you mean neymar will stick to me . He never leaves me alone! He's called me three times this morning already!" She exclaimed with a exasperated look on her face .

Her friend gave her a amused look, wondering how she could be so dense .

It was clear to everyone around her that neymar was infatuated with Cherrie, yet the young woman just didn't see it. No matter what he did or said.

She felt sorry for him a little, she really did.

Cherrie was a stubborn woman who was as oblivious as a fish. Unless you spelt it out for her , she would continue walking around life without any idea of what was surrounding her .

She could remember once when Cherrie had been invited to an awards show to host it and right as they had walked the red carpet , Elton John had been stood right beside her. Cherrie had no idea till she had seen the photographs of the man trying and failing to get her attention to speak with her .

So if Elton John don't stand a chance then poor neymar ... well. What chance did he have?

Her assistant sighed , fed up. "just be nice. He's only joking around with you to get your attention Cherrie. Why not just give him it?" She advised her hopefully .

Tired of seeing the puppy dog face of the footballer whenever Cherrie just laughed off another one of his flirtatious lines. It was awful to witness. She felt like smacking her friend around the head . She really did.

Cherrie just pulled a face back at her "I do give him my attention. Christ you make him sound like a needy dog that I have to pet!" She shook her head at her before waving her off and walking down the tunnel to enter the pitch.

Leaving her friend to laugh to herself in amusement.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind her petting him.." she muttered to herself snickering before walking away.

As she jogged out onto the pitch, Lionel was the first one to spot her. Nudging neymar in the arm gently to get him to look up from the ball.

"She's here. You can quit moping now." He muttered to him. Watching as the footballers head snapped up and his face immediately brightened upon seeing the woman coming there way.

"Where have you been Cherrie? I've been calling you!" He shouted over to her with a grin as he kicked the ball up with his feet . Aiming it in her direction before kicking it towards her head .

She head butted it back to him with a grimace , rolling her eyes as she jogged over to them. Waving at kylian and achraf as she passed them.

"I know. I've been not answering." She snarked back before grinning at Lionel happily.

"You've gone blonde again!" She exclaimed reaching out to pull a strand just to annoy him .

Lionel batted her hands away from him with a smile . Pressing his hands on his hips like a disapproving father as he looked at her.

"Late again." He mimed tapping a invisible watch on his wrist. Shaking his head at her. "Why?"

Cherrie just shrugged making neymar chuckle as he reached over and shoved at her shoulder , getting a even harder shove back in return.

"I know whyyyy.." he sang out as he danced on the spot "she was dancing all night . Which I'm incredibly offended that you didn't invite me to the club. It's not a good party unless I'm there!" He grinned.

She just sighed and lifted her leg up to kick him. Only for neymar to catch her foot and place it on his shoulder , making her quickly tighten her stomach to keep her footing as he helped stretch out her leg.

"It's a even better party when you're not there. It was fun. I had a couple of drinks and went home. Then I missed my alarm ..." she mused . Dropping her leg off from his shoulder and lifting her other leg to do the same.

Neymar put one hand behind her thigh and the other below her knee making her wince a little at the burn on her leg from the stretch.

Meanwhile messi was just watching them with a amused look in his eyes , shaking his head at the pair of them.

Neymar didn't look away from her the whole time , dropping her leg gently down the ground once they were done .

"I could have picked you up. I'm not that far from your apartment. It wouldn't be a bother ." He told her hopefully . Having been trying to convince her to let him drive her to and from the stadium each time that she they played .

Yet the answer was always the same.

"No." She denied shaking her head "the fact that you know where I live is bad enough. People will think there's something going on if they see us leaving my apartment together in the morning." She muttered with a frown.

Picking up the ball she began to kick it up into the air with her knee , spinning around to catch it with the back of her foot before repeating . Never letting the ball touch the ground , refusing to take her eyes off it.

Lionel patted neymar's back sympathetically once he noticed him frown. Holding back a wince of his own.

It almost killed him to watch his friend get shot down every time. He might have been annoyed at Cherrie if he didn't know that she genuinely had no idea of neymar's feelings for at all.

He had seen men come up to her and try to ask her out before but for some reason she seemed to think that it wasn't her that they wanted. Always laughing it off and directing them over to some other pretty girl near by.

It was almost as though she had deemed herself unlovable . Because In her own mind , no one would ever think of her that way. She had been told all her life that she was too much. Too loud and abrasive.

To arrogant and too much of a control freak. Too annoying and too self centred . Always too damn much of something yet never enough for someone to stay around .

They didn't want her for a long time. They just wanted to have bragging rights to tell everyone that they had bagged the 'untouchable ice queen' that everyone liked to call her .

She was good enough to fuck but too much too love.

So she had stopped putting romance on the table a long time ago. She had better things to worry about than stupid men wasting her time anyways.

She had a call log full of guys that would be in her bed within minutes if she needed a booty call.

So, meaningless hookups would have to do for now .

"So what?" Neymar finally said with a casual shrug as he followed her down the pitch. Both of them dribbling a ball past the cones set out in front of them.

"I think we'd look good together on paper ... and off.." he mumbled the last part to himself.

Glancing over to see Cherrie laugh , looking back at him with a smirk on her face. Thinking he was joking again.

"Mmm but I'm still recovering from the whole shit storm with kylian. The papers are still convinced we had some scandalous affair." She giggled shaking her her head at the reminder.

The paps had caught kylian and her out on her balcony one night having a glass of wine . The two of them had decided to hang out while their friends were partying , both of them too tired to head to a noisy club where they would be forced to socialise with strangers.

So instead they had ordered some food and had a night in. Playing fifa and drinking wine until they passed out.

But the media didn't see it that way. Next thing you know there were headlines that they were fucking each other and a chain of pictures of all the other times that they had hung out alone together pasted side by side .

Because apparently she couldn't have friends without sucking their dick.

It was ridiculous.

Neymar laughed a little as he came to a stop.  Hands on his hips as he caught his breath.

"You never invite me over for wine." He complained , frowning at her. He wished she would.

He was starting to feel pathetic from the amount of times he had practically begged her to hangout with him, only for her to make some excuse and reject him.

He didn't understand why she wasn't getting it. How much more obvious could he be? He bought her flowers every weekend . He was practically best friends with her dad at this point.

Having spent many an hour complaining to him about how mean and cruel his daughter was to his heart .

Her father had told him not to give up. That he just needed to point blank spell it out for her . That she wasn't the smartest when it came to seeing someone's feelings for her.

But it wasn't that easy. He was honestly more than a little worried that she would laugh in his face and call him stupid if he came out of the blue and told her he loved her.

He had heard the story about her last boyfriend a couple of years ago.

About how the guy had told her he loved her while they were walking home and she had just smiled and said 'thank you.' The thought of her doing that to him made him feel sick.

So instead he was stuck being her friend and throwing hints at her at every chance he got in hopes that a miracle would happen and that she would suddenly wake up one day and see what was right in front of her .

Cherrie looked over at him in confusion , stopping short when she saw the pout on his face .

Groaning a little as she reached over and flicked at his forehead to get him to lighten up.

"Wanna make a deal?" She offered . Not liking him looking so upset with her . He wasn't neymar without his smile.

His eyes lit up as he eagerly nodded his head.

“With you? Always." He suggestively smiled as he got closer to her .

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his chin against her head .

Smiling a little as she loosely wrapped her arm around his waist to support him as they walked slowly back over to their group.

"If we win today.. we can hangout out together . You can pick what we do." She told him . Hearing his gasp of delight .

Pulling away to look down at her with an excited grin, placing his hands on her shoulders and shaking her a little as she muttered at him to get off.

"Just the two of us? Nobody else?" He needed to hear her promise . His heart already racing at the possibility's to impress her .

He had to win today. There was no doubt about it now.

His love life was on the line.

Cherrie giggled at the joyful look on his face . With him Looking like she had just proposed to him.

"Yes. Only if we win though!" She reminded him as she put her finger up to her lips to get him to shut up as she slowly crept up behind kylian who hadn't seen her coming .

Neymar bit down in his lip to stop his laughter from escaping . Watching as she pounced on kylian and screamed his name loudly in his ear making him jump and scream like a little girl.

"putain d'enfer!" He swore as he gasped and spun around in shock. Eyes wide as he held his hand over his heart .

Everyone around them bursting into laughter as they watched her scare him.

"je te ramènerai!" ( I'll get you back!) he promised her with a huff. Slapping the back of her head with his hand.

Cherrie was too busy hysterically giggling to care, gasping for her breath as she placed her hands on her knees. In tears.

"Oh mon dieu!" She grinned unable to stop laughing as she shoved him back by his shoulder jokingly .

Kylian cracking a smile once he saw the look on her face.

"tu aurais dû voir ton visage!" (You should have seen your face!) She then let out a shriek mocking his girly scream. Making neymar laugh as he patted a flushed kylian on his back.

"va te faire foutre!" He rolled his eyes as he kicked his ball at her.

Cherrie simply catching it against her chest before letting it fall down to her feet before she kicked it along to Lionel was snickering beside them.

"No thank you. Not without dinner first!" She joked catching the ball as Lionel passed it back to her .

Neymar looked between her and kylian with thinly veiled jealously .

Rolling his eyes a little as he watched kylian wiggled his eyebrows at her "what kind? Dessert?" He teased her back.

Both of them enjoyed playing up to media about their so called 'affair'. Going out of their way to be extra flirty and touchy to each other just for a laugh.

Cherrie just giggled as she headed the ball at him "I am the desert Bebe. Sweetest around!"

Ramos , who had overheard her, snorted loudly.

Grinning over at her cheekily . "didn't know you were a liar too!" He threw at her.

Cherrie gasped loudly as she pretended to be offended .

“Hey! I am! Are you trying to say I'm salty?!" She threw the ball at his head with a grin.

He just shrugged , kicking it back at her quickly without missing a beat .

“If the thong fits." He remarked .

She huffed "you're all so mean to me. I'm a delight . Aren't I neymar?" She turned to him for back up.

The Brazilian immediately nodding his head , beaming at her. His eyes softening.

“You are. Best desert on the market." He assured her while patting the top of her head comfortingly.

Kylian just scoffed loudly "he doesn't count! He's bias!" He exclaimed.

Ramos nodded his head in agreement , grinning at neymar's flustered face at being called out.

"I am not!"

Even Lionel rose a brow at him at that one. "Liar!"

Neymar opener and closed his mouth several times before finally huffing and nodding his head in reluctant agreement .

"Okay. Maybe a little." He pinched his fingers together to show just how much.

Ramos simply spread his arms wide on either side of him instead . "this much you mean. If you could climb into her skin you would!" He teased him.

Cherrie grimaced at the thought . Leaning her elbow against neymar's shoulder as she narrowed her eyes at her so called friends.

"Don't give him any ideas." She muttered .

Neymar just grinned shamelessly . "None of what you guys say matters because she has finally gave in." He told them proudly .

Cherrie immediately giving him a warning look. Knowing he liked to exaggerate about every little thing she did or said.

Lionel looked between them curiously . Noticing the instant regret on her face and the confidence on neymar's.

"Gave in? How?" Did his friend finally ask her on a date? Did pigs fly and she said yes?

Neymar just smirked "I get to do whatever I like to her if We win the match . So you guys better be on top form." He told them seriously .

Their faces showed nothing but shock as their eyes blew wide. Kylian gaping between the two of them in pure disbelief .

Meanwhile Cherrie went bright red , gasping sharply as she smacked her hand against his chest  at repeatedly in scorn.

"Oh my god! Don't say it like that! Thats not what I meant! I said that we can do whatever he wants. Like he picks what we do while we hang out!" She spluttered out in mortification . Trying to correct them.

Neymar was just giggling beside her like a naughty child. Knowing exactly what he did and said.

"That too." He added cheekily making them laugh at the flustered look on her face as she glared over at him. Stomping on his foot before storming away.

Lionel shook his head at him with a smile. Sighing long and hard at him.

“Neymar. You idiot. You can't help yourself can you? Are you trying to make her change her mind?" He hit him on the shoulder in disapproval, wondering why they acted like such kids.

Neymar just shrugged carelessly , still smiling as he watched her walk over to her assistant . No doubt to complain about how annoying he was as she glanced back at him with a scowl.

Sticking up her middle finger at him once she caught him looking. He blew her a kiss in return.

"Guys.." he then let his smile fall from his face and looked between them seriously . "We have to win."

Kylian snorted in amusement and patted him on the shoulder . "We will. Don't worry about it. You should just tell her how you feel man. Otherwise you'll be doing this forever." He told him before jogging off as their coach blew his whistle .

Lionel nudged his shoulder gently "he's right. If we win tonight you should tell her. Don't wait to hangout . Just go for it." He advised him as a friend.

Neymar took in a deep breath and slowly nodded his head , heart pounding in his chest at the thought .

But they were right . it was time. He had waited long enough.

She had to know how he felt about her otherwise he was going to drive them both insane .

He had found the person that he wanted to annoy for the rest of his life . He would be stupid to let her get away.

By the time the game had started it was clear to everyone that there would be no playing nice .

They were targeting her , neymar and kylian.

Every time she got the ball, two players ended up boxing her in till she had no choice but to play it back. Kicking the ball over to messi who immediately started dribbling around the closest person next to him.

Looking up she locked eyes with neymar from across the field as he nodded his head towards the right side of the goal. Nodding back at him she gave it a second as they watched messi get the middle of the pitch before they started sprinting.

Messi spotted her out of the corner of his eye and quickly passed her the ball. Feeling her heart hammer in her chest as she got the back of the net in her sight .

Racing forward and ready to kick the ball just as she heard a shout and then a body come flying into her back, their legs knocking hers out from beneath her as she landed on her side with a nasty thud.

"merde!" She cursed laying there for a moment to try and catch her breath as she clutched her throbbing ankle in her hand. Glancing beside her to see the player that had tackled her so aggressively get back to his feet with a scoff just as the referee jogged over.

Her teammates immediately swarming her as everybody began to yell and point blame.

Neymar got into the face of the player who had hurt her and shoved at his shoulders to get him away from her while Lionel rushed over to give her a hand to pull her up.

"You okay?" He asked her in concern. Glancing down at her ankle worriedly .

She wiggled it about with a small wince before shaking it off.

“Yeah I'm okay. What a dick!" She exclaimed as she watched the player shout back in neymar's face. Something she couldn't understand .

"você é estúpido pra caralho! você é louco!" (You're fucking stupid! You're crazy!) He yelled at him as he made a circular motion around his temple. Glaring at him as Ramos tried to pull him back.

"você nem tocou na bola! você a machucou!" (You didn't even touch the ball! You hurt her!) he spat at him . The referee yelling at him to calm down.

Cherrie quickly pushed her way through the players and tugged at neymar's shirt to get him to back away , eyeing the yellow card in the refs hand.

"Calm down! It's okay!" She told him over and over again. Turning him around so he couldn't look at the player that was shouting back at them.

Neymar's eyes were wide and his face angry , concern quickly taking over as he checked her body for injury's .

"You're good? You're okay? No pain?" He rushed at her. Pulling her into a hug.

Watching as kylian and Lionel argued with the ref.

"That was a foul! Card him!" Lionel shouted.

Kylian was waving his hands towards the goal and then the player that fouled her . "He wasn't even going for the ball! That's a penalty! You know it is!"

"A Little but I'm fine." She patted his back in hopes of calming him down. Letting out a sigh of relief as they watched the ref finally blow the whistle and give them the penalty . Also yellow carding the player that knocked her down.

"Fuck yeah!" She breathed out before grinning over at neymar as he reluctantly pulled away.

"Who's taking it?" She asked them as kylian motioned for her to do it.

“You sure?" She said as she looked between the two of them.

Neymar just ruffled her hair with a grin. "You've got this! I believe In you!" He said encouragingly .

Taking in a deep breath she nodded her head , psyching herself up to do it. Placing the ball on the spot , she took a step back as she watched the players get into place and line up.

Shaking out her hands and feet, she inhaled deeply. Locking eyes with neymar for a moment who gave her a little wink. The grin never leaving his face.

Then she nodded at the ref and did what she had to do. She looked at the goalkeeper and then let her eyes look to the left side of the goal for a second before looking straight forward again.

Then she kicked the ball into the right side of the goal as she watched the goalkeeper dive for the left side instead.

Laughing gleefully as her team screamed in joy, yelling her name .

"Fuck yes!" She screamed happily as she ran over to neymar and jumped onto him. The Brazilian spinning her around in glee , kissing her face over and over again as they celebrated .

Feeling multiple hands pat her back and ruffle her hair.

"I knew you could do it!" He said laughing as he finally put her down. Lifting his hands for her to slap her own against . High-fiving her with a proud look

Upon his face.

She laughed breathlessly as she tried to catch back her breath. Heart racing in her chest.

"They don't look happy!" She nodded over to the opposing team who looked like they were planning their downfall.

Narrowing her eyes at the one who had knocked her over , she stuck her tongue out childishly at him.

Lionel flicking her in the ear as he jogged past them.

"behave! It's not over yet!" He warned them.

"Yes dad!" They both yelled at his back together , laughing at the deadpan look he gave them over his shoulder . Not impressed .

Unfortunately for them Lionel was right. As they entered the second half of the match , their opposing team picked up their aggressiveness and dangerous tackles. More than one player had already been carded and injured and Cherrie was finding it hard to keep up.

Managing to take the ball off a player , she ran with it , just managing to keep it in her possession before spotting neymar and immediately kicking it over to him just as she felt a small shove to her back.

Glaring at the player beside her , she didn't give him another second of her time before jogging off. Keeping her eye on the ball and Neymar.

Frowning as she realised that more than one player seemed to be targeting him. Kicking at his ankles and boxing him in.

They weren't playing fair at all.

"No respect!" She snapped to herself as she watched the same player try to take the ball off neymar again, gasping a little as she watched him take out his leg from under him . Causing him to slam down into his back with a pained cry.

To make things worse another player almost trampled him, stepping on his hand. Clearly on purpose as neymar tried to sit up and push himself away from them.

Seeing red she quickly ran over and shoved the player by his shoulders to get him away from him.

"What is wrong with you?! You bastard!" She shoved him again as members of both their team and hers surrounded them again.

"Fucking diver! There's nothing wrong with him!" The player who had stood on his hand yelled trying to get into neymar's face again.

Cherrie shoved him as well , getting his attention on her . "Nothing wrong with him?! You fucking trampled him! I saw it! Everyone did!" She screamed at him .

Feeling Ramos come up beside her as the player took a threatening step towards her .

Pushing him back Ramos glared at him dangerously "don't even think about it puta! Back off!" He warned . Getting into his face and shoving him again.

Kylian quickly coming to her other side and glaring at another player that was calling her a crazy bitch.

"If we were off the pitch we'd kill you for that!" He shouted at him. Shoving him away from her as the ref repeatedly blew his whistle .

"stupide idiot. savez-vous même jouer au football?!" (Stupid idiot. Do you even know how to play football?!) he threw at him with a look of disgust.

Hearing neymar's voice yelling at someone she quickly turned around and jogged over to him. Shoving the player that had gotten into his face away from him .

"Fucking diver!" The player spat at him.

Cherrie tried not to hit him. "Fucking bitch! Fuck off! You're Mother should have spat you out!" She yelled at him. Rage taking over her at the level of disrespect they were giving neymar.

The player scoffed at her , glaring back at her hatefully .

"You can't fight so your little bitch has to do it for you?!" He taunted him.

Neymar dove forward as though he was going to strangle him. Lionel and Ramos managing to grab him just in time.

"vou transformar sua cabeça em uma bola de futebol! você é uma vergonha!" He screamed at him , furious. (I'll turn your head into a football! you're a disgrace!)

"Fuck you!" Cherrie yelled at him before yanking neymar out of the eyesight of the ref who came over with the cards . Carding the two players who fouled him.

And Kylian and her .

"What the fuck?!" She yelled in disbelief as both her and kylian stared at the ref with a scowl. "Why?"

"You don't threaten people! You should know better!" He told them both in disapproval .

Kylian just threw his arms up into the arm with a curse . Shaking his head at him before stomping away.

"Putain!" She snapped shaking her head angrily before making her way over to neymar who was already coming over to her .

"Are you okay? What assholes!" She exclaimed . Still

Shaking with rage as she took the hand that the player had stood on and carefully checked it.

He was frowning too from bedside her . "They're awful. Worst I've ever played! I'm gonna score ." He declared then. Firmly.

Cherrie looked at him with a raise of her brow , nodding her head in understanding.

What was better that pure rage to fuel you on?

"I know. I'll make it look like I'm gonna score with my right foot but I'll kick it over to you with my left. Just be in the right place okay?" She told him, already planning it out in her head.

Hearing their plan, Lionel and kylian shared a look.

"we'll try keep them off you backs! Just be quick.” Kylian warned them.

Neymar gave her a look of amazement . Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing the side of her head.

"Thank you!" He said with a grin before they split off.

Neymar still shaking his head to himself in awe . His heart filled with nothing but hope and love for her.

Just a few minutes before the game was about to end and Cherrie had finally managed to take back the ball. Speeding down the right side of the pitch, she kept her gaze locked on the goal. So that the players around her thought she was going to be the one attempting to score.

They swarmed her and made the mistake of keeping the left side of the pitch open. Neymar quickly sprinting to the middle , close to the goal.

She lifted her right leg back and as the defenders went to the right side to stop the ball, In a split second she had kicked it over to neymar with her left foot instead .

Then he kicked it straight into the back of the Net.

"Yes!" She screamed happily while shoving one of the horrible players off of her as Neymar sprinted towards her and picked her up . Spinning her around as they both yelled with glee.

"It worked! Oh my god! You did it!" She breathlessly shouted just as the whistle was blown. The game finally over .

Neymar was grinning so hard it hurt , shaking his head rapidly . Refusing to let her go even when she wiggled her way back to the ground.

"No! No! That was you! You little genius!" He gushed  proudly . Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her along to the rest of the team to celebrate .

Ten minutes later and they were both sprawled out on the pitch relaxing for a moment , trying to get their energy  back. Away from the other players that had their family's and partners on the pitch with them.

Spreading herself out like a starfish , she sighed loudly. Neymar sitting at the end of her feet with a pen in his hand.

"My heart is pounding still." She laughed a little as she leaned up to smile at him.

Neymar's was too. But for different reasons.

He had made a promise to himself that if they won he would tell her and well... they had.

Then he had remembered what her father had told him about her being so oblivious that unless someone wrote it out for her plainly , she just wouldn't understand .

So with a pen in his hand he pulled off her shoe in one go . Cherrie looking over at him like he was insane .

"What are you doing?" She laughed in both amusement and confusion. Leaning forward on her knees to watch him.

A look of concentration on his face As he turned her shoe so that the side of it that was just a plain gold came in sight . Lifting up his black pen he started to write.

"Hey! I liked those shoes! I hope you're writing champion on there." She joked as she took a sip from her water bottle. Not taking her eyes off him.

Even though they had just played what felt like the game of their lives . He still looked good. Because of course he did.

Pulling off her shirt from the heat , she leaned forward and wiped the sweat off his face with it. Neymar peering up at her with a smirk as he battered her hand away from him.

"Stop it. I'm busy!" He complained . Laughing as she leant forward and pretended to smother him with the shirt .

Rolling his eyes as he laughed, he put the boot aside for a moment so that he could wrestle her onto his lap . Locking his arm over her chest to keep her still.

"Stop it! Keep still woman! I wanna show you something important." He told her seriously. Looking down at her exasperated face on his lap.

Huffing and puffing as she blew a loose strand of hair out from her face. Squirming In his lap for a moment before finally going still.

Laying her head more comfortably on his thigh, she sighed in defeat .

“My shoe is important?" She groaned in confusion when he passed her it silently .

Shaking his head as he swallowed his suddenly dry throat . "Read it." He just whispered to her quietly .

Fidgeting with her hair in his lap as he watched her turn the boot over and see the words that he had carefully written.

'I love you. I'm spelling it out for you seeing as you won't realise otherwise .

I'm in love with you.

I want to be with you and annoy you forever . I want to be your best friend and your lover. What do you say?' He had wrote.

Cherrie felt her heart swell in her chest, tears suddenly springing to her eyes as she was overcome with emotion.

Sniffling a little as she traced over the words with her fingertip gently .

“Really?" Was all that she could Mumble out. Peering up at him tearfully . Speechless .

Neymar laugh softly . Seeing how overwhelmed she was. He leant down and gently kissed her nose . Nudging the tip of his own against hers again for good luck.

"Really. Been trying to tell you for a while now but .." he trailed off with a helpless shrug. Nerves taking over him the longer she just stared .

But then she burst into tears and his eyes went wide with shock as he quickly sat her up and wrapped his arms around her . Heart pounding rapidly in his chest.

What the fuck?

"What's wrong? Am I that bad?" He tried to joke . Only managing to make her cry harder.

He shot a helpless look over her shoulder to Lionel was was watching them with a look of concern .

"You told her?" He mouthed at him confused .

Neymar nodded back with wide eyes "she's crying!" He mouthed back in a panic.

Lionel just laughed.

"I can't believe this! And I've been so mean to you just thinking you were playing me around!" She cried out .

Suddenly pulling away so she could looking at him. Feeling terrible for always pushing him away.

Neymar grinned a little unsurely "I mean- I like it when you're mean to me. Not gonna lie. Made me fall in love with you." He simply replied .

Cherrie threw herself at him.

Making them both fall onto the pitch below them as she kissed all over his face , his arms coming up to hold her around her back as he laughed loudly in glee .

"I'm sorry! God! I'm terrible !" She apologised over and over again as she kissed his skin. Neymar grinning Up at her like a lovesick puppy.

Sighing happily as he tilted his chin up to her , looking into her glossy eyes that he adored so much.

He had wanted this for so long ...

"You love me too?" He needed to know. Heart on his sleeve and falling right into her hands.

Cherrie just sniffled and then leant leant forward and kissed him like she had wanted to do so many times before.

Every time they had bickered. Every time he had pissed her off. Every time he had gotten Underneath  her skin .

All she had wanted to do was this.

Man. She really was blind to love!

Her friends were right. She was oblivious.

"I love you." She breathed out against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupping her jaw as he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, moaning against her lips as he finally heard the words he had dreamt of her saying to him.

Then they heard Lionel's disgusted voice above them, loud and clear.

"Okay that's enough. Everybody's watching you two make out . I don't think they need to see any more. Get up!" He pulled Cherrie up from underneath her armpits like she was a child. Setting her off to his side.

Then he hauled Neymar up too. Sighing and rolling his eyes as he stood in front of him for a moment so that his friend could adjust his shorts without the whole world seeing.

Shaking his head in disapproval

Neymar just grinned back at him with glee.

"She loves me." He whispered to him happily. Rubbing his hands over his heated cheeks. So , so happy.

Lionel felt his face soften as he gave his friend a side hug . Then he reached out and yanked Cherrie into their circle too.

"I love you both but seeing too much of your love will make me sick okay? Not on the pitch!" He scolded them lightly . Feeling incredibly happy for his friend for finally getting what he wanted.

He knew that it would all work out in the end.

Neymar just had to literally spell his love out for her to understand.

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Kids in the Iceberg

Series: The Lost Waterbender / Ch. 01

Pairing: Sokka x OC! Ikkara

Words: 1.1k

Divider by: @khaer

Synopsis: Sent off from her homeland in order to fulfill her duty, a young waterbender takes on the responsibility to teach the Avatar. Forced to abandon her people just like Aang was force to abandon his childhood, the two bond over their desire to be freed. Rushing off into the night, the duo are swept off in the midst of a rain storm. Waking in her homeland, Ikkara is left confused and 100 years behind the present.

With a pained groan, I open my eyes and wince at the unexpectant glare of light. Blinking a few more times, I could feel my vision adjust and what I thought was blue skies were blue eyes.

They stare down at me with curiosity and wariness. Sitting up as slow as my body would allow me to, I take note of him standing protectively in front of a girl who was practically his twin. Am I... Am I back home? 

Careful of the ice, I stand to my feet when a small hand grips onto my bicep. I look over to see the concerned, wide gray eyes that belong to the young airbender I was traveling with. 

"Ikkara, you're okay," he belts with joy, forcing his small form into my torso. As he nuzzles into my parka, I lightly pat my gloved hand on his bald head with a chuckle. 

"Of course, are you?" I ask, leaning him back in order to trail my eyes across his body. The boy behind him screeches, "who are you!" 

Before we could answer, a loud groan catches our attention. "Appa," Aang and I call out. Leaping over the slope of ice, we land on the white furry bison. Aang continuously swipes at his companion, fighting the animal's sleep while I simply patted the side of his head. Following after us, the siblings watch in horror. 

"What is that?!" The boy screams once again. Finally awaking, Appa nudges his head against me before licking Aang's backside. 

The airbender laughs, "this is Appa, my flying bison." The boy deadpans, gesturing to the girl, "and this is Katara, my flying sister." 

The large bison freezes, face twitching. "Oh-oh," I wince, ducking to avoid the ball of snot that had hit the teenage boy. With a scream of disgust, he flops around in the snow in hopes to wipe it off. 

"That's okay, it'll wash out," Aang laughs. I look around with slight familiarity, "are-are we in the south pole, by chance?" Aang nods, "do you guys live around here?" 

Immediately, the boy steps in front of Katara, pointing his spear at Aang and I. "Don't answer that, Katara. Did you see that bolt of light? They were probably trying to signal the Fire Navy."

Katara nudges him back, gesturing at us in annoyance, "oh yeah, I'm sure they're spies for the Fire Navy. You can tell by that evil look in their eyes, besides she's wearing Water Tribe clothes."

"Could be a disguise," the boy creates his own explanation. Cute, but paranoid... seems like my type

Katara gestures towards him, "the paranoid one is my brother, Sokka. What are your names?" I give her a small bow, "I'm Ikkara."

"And I'm A-a-a-a-a-aachoo!" Aang sneezes, shooting into the sky. Sliding down the icy walls and back onto his feet, he bows in greeting, "Aang." 

Sokka points at us, "you just sneezed and flew 10 feet in the air!" Aang and I shrug, "I thought/felt it was higher than that." 

"You're an Airbender!" Katara realizes with awe. She turns to me, "and are you one, too?" I shake my head, "afraid not. I'm a waterbender." 

If it was possible, her eyes seem to widen even more. "I'm a waterbender, too!" She nearly squeals. Sokka groans, "giant light beams, flying bison, airbenders, waterbenders... I think I got midnight sun madness," he walks off.

"I'm going home to where stuff makes sense," he scoffs. Pausing for a moment, Sokka realizes that he was in fact stranded on the glacier with the rest of us. I chuckle in my gloved palm, not wanting to come off as rude. 

"If you guys are stuck, Ikkara, Appa, and I can give you a lift!" Aang suggests, using his bending to flip onto the top of Appa's head. 

Katara smiles, "thanks!" I turn around and with a stiff stomp, a set of ice carved stairs form beside the bison. The younger waterbender gasps in awe, "whoa."

She joins my side in the saddle which left the three of us to watch Sokka mildly panic. "Oh no," he scoffs, "I am not getting on that fluffy snot monster."

"Well Sokka," I lightly tsk, "I don't see any boats around here for miles. Do you, Katara?" The girl smirks, shaking her head, "nope. Unless you're hoping some other kind of monster will give a ride home, you know, before you freeze to death?"

The stubborn teen sighs, climbing the icy stairs and hopping into the saddle. He shuffles in the very back, nearly digging the edges into his lower back. Aang doesn't mind though as he laughs away. 

"Okay, first time fliers, hold on tight!" He shouts, gripping the reigns, "Appa, yip-yip!" The bison releases a growl and launches himself in the air, all six legs fan out, before belly-flopping into the water.

"Wow," Sokka drags on, "that was truly amazing." I send him a quick side-eye, not appreciating the tone. Aang chimes, "Appa's just a little tired. After some rest, he'll be soaring through the sky!"

Katara shuffles to the front of the saddle while Aang watches her with a grin. She raises an eyebrow, "why are you smiling at me like that?"

"Oh," he stutters, "I was smiling?" I laugh, shaking my head as Sokka groans in mock disgust. As we drift onwards through the water, the evening turned to night. 

--- pov shift ---

Despite her long winded nap in the iceberg,  Ikkara felt the need to sleep attack her body once more. Curling into a ball beside Sokka, the boy couldn't evade his eyes as the moon glares down on her face. She was a masterpiece. 

Brown skin darker than his own, her short mane of curls danced playfully in the wind. Her pink lips hold a slight smile as the quiet ripples of the ocean and Appa's heartbeat soothes her to sleep. 

Get a grip, Sokka sighs, she's a possible threat to the tribe. 

Hearing someone cough, he turns to meet eyes with a humored Katara. Before he could say a word to defend his gaze, she wiggles her eyebrows before laying down for her own nap. Left grumbling to himself, the teen stares on into the night. 

Series Masterlist

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[ahundredtimesover]

WOOWEEE i’m still processing the new chapter 🥹 i just wanna stress that there’s multiple realities, guys. jk wanting to respect oc by upholding her wishes to grow, but also feeling abandoned by her choices despite him baring his emotions and desire to have her close by. then you have oc feeling the burden of her family ties/debt with the jeon family and wanting to find out who she is away from her current role, but she’s emotionally attached to jk and it’s blurring with her own goals. not only that, we see jk’s codependency on oc and how that could make her feel more chained down. ultimately she’s always needed by someone, but when has she put her needs first?

as mentioned, this is all so deeply rooted. they need to spend time away from each other to grow. jk is probably going to retreat/relapse to his past behaviors or maybe he’ll also be working on himself so that he can be a better partner for oc … my guts say former because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i’m an angst enthusiast.

ALSO i see lots of ppl saying UGH JUST STAY AND DATE, and while yes … this is a fic, this is a slice of life too. yall realize it is super inappropriate to have a secret relationship with your boss? granted all of my bosses have been old balding dudes and not jk, still … it’s the principle 😭 oc and jk having this “separation” period is good (i’m sleeping on the highway) and needed for their character development. i’m sure theyre gunna meet again and the tension is gunna be so high and they will do the boom boom pow💥🤯😏 without feeling that guilt/weird power dynamic!! 🫶🏼

mimi, you’re so awesome and i love this fic so much. YOUR BRAIN IS SO BEAUTIFUL, MUAH!!!!!!! 💋 you did not disappoint with the make out scene … cuz man if they can get like that on their first kiss … WE ARE NOT READY (i am🤲🏼)!! pls take care of yourself as always and hope you have a lovely day

Hi, anon. I took a break from doing my readings bc this just... this just made me smile and it appeased me (as did a lot of other readers' asks and comments) 🥹🥹 especially considering the other asks claiming how the characters are so dumb and stupid, or that they can just date while OC's in the company or date after she resigns. I would like to copy-paste your first paragraph to everything now hahaha (bc oh god the immense joy of a writer when someone accurately says what I was trying to show is insane and that's what I'm feeling!) 😭😭

Like, you couldn't have said it any better. All those things you mentioned can co-exist, and part of the characters' respective stories is learning that those realities can indeed co-exist. Which is why they're as burdened by their choices as they are (and we'll see more of this in ch12). I'd like for you to park that second paragraph bc... I wrote this entire series with the plan for season 2 so whatever happens at the end of this season, know that more will happen and you kind of raised some points already. 👀👀

And with the boss/asst. thing - YES. The power dynamic goes beyond their roles bc their pasts are intertwined as well. Mr. Ri pointed it out to JK - did he want OC to feel indebted to him, too? There are just so many complications. It's always been about needing to feel free for OC. What that freedom means is something she has yet to explore. Even the question of happiness is something she's figuring out.

BUT THANK YOU, like, really. 🥹🥹 It's always tricky and draining to write super long stories like this bc I need to make sure that the characters and storylines are consistent, and knowing that what I intended comes across (most of the time) is truly worth all the stress of writing this one hahaha I hope you're well and I hope to hear from you and your wonderful mind again! 💕💕💕

[web-novel-polls]

ORV Constellations Tournament Submissions

Last Checked: November 4th, 2024 - Please check the original post for updates

Submissions Close Date: TBD

Rules:

Must be from ORV / Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint or an ORV-based OC. They do not have to be from canon 

One constellation per response. Submit as many responses as you want

Constellations listed within examples/questions are not already included nor do they have priority

If unsure about anything, just write "unsure" or something like that. Submissions won't be rejected if there's missing info; I just need something to call them at the very least 

Lying is allowed because it’s ORV, and I think dishonesty is a virtue (<-lying)

Tournament Tag: #orv constellations tournament

Submissions

(Major spoilers below!)

Cheok Jungyeong / Goryeo's First Sword 

Cheok Jungyeong gazed at the night sky through my eyes. I could feel the explosive emotions mixed in the silence. Cheok Jungyeong's rage and sadness. His grief… And… his decision.  [You can feel proud.]  Cheok Jungyeong spoke to me.  [Those who are at the highest point in this damn world are afraid of you.]  "…What is pride worth when I am going to die?"  [You won't die.]  They were just words, but they were words spoken by a constellation.  As if putting a buoy against fate, all the stories built by Cheok Jungyeong were rooted in my existence.  [I won't let you die.] - Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 176

Nebula: Hongik

Submission 1: I LOVE HIM IDC I CAN'T EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW

Submission 2: The one who always has kimcom's back, from very early on. He puts himself on the line for those incarnations while others turn away 

Submission 3: he shows up to look broody, kill on Kim Dokja's command, then dip 

Director of the False Last Act 

Nebula: Kimcom / Kim Dokja’s Company 

Submission: This is my favorite OC!!!!!!! She's really cool and powerful and swag and is friends with Kim Dokja Company. She can command Yoo Joonghyuk to do her bidding and even was engaged to him once :) 

Galileo / Another One Bites the Dust

No propaganda submitted

Kim Dokja / Oldest Dream

Nebula: Kimcom / Kim Dokja’s Company

Submission: I love the concept of Oldest Dream so much that if I had a physical copy of ORV i would be biting the novel right now <3 

Lame Trickster

Nebula: Unknown

Submission: I just think the one legged swift horse stigma is kinda funny. Imagine you're basically like a god and your special god skill is you can run away super fast. You bestow your super skill onto the human that has earned your respect and favour (now he can run away super fast too). Amazing

Loki / Constellation Who Likes to Change Sex

Nebula: Asgard

Submission: [The constellation who likes to change sex is changing your sex] 

Master of Steel

Submission: a quiet supporter died also rather forgotten death. sacrificed himself for kimcom ;-; 

No Stranger to Love

Submission: He just wants to turn everything into a romance, and I think that's beautiful

Samyeongdang / Bald General of Justice

Nebula: Hongik 

Submission: haha. bald

Sigmund Freud / Discoverer of the Subconscious

Submission: it's funny what more could you want

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Surya / Supreme God of Light

Nebula: Vedas

Submission: he's so cool tbh, i hope his design will bang 

Uriel / Demonic Judge of Fire

Nebula: Eden 

Submission 1: she loves so much, so bright, so burning. 

Submission 2: I want to make sure my girl is in the brackets. She is really really cool and also very powerful. She also canonically mixed up the metaphor about calling followers "sheep" and she just brought sheep in Eden.

Submission 3: She's just like me fr 

Yoo Junghyuk / Secretive Plotter

Submission: 

does an outer god who was assumed to be a constellation for majority of plot counts? either way, he's one of the OGs four of kdj's channel

[iilmunchkiin]

STRAWPAGE DOODLES!! + asks

That is honestly so real of you, this is me but with the stupid metal pipe. I have an option on my keyboard that makes it when ever I type something it makes the metal pipe sound effect so you'll just hear *CLANK* *CLANK* *CLANK* *CLANK* *CLANK* (i LOVE IT)

THE RAT ANON!!! YOU'RE BACK!!!!

HELP I LEGIT CACKLED WHEN I SAW THIS HELP ME WIYGASDSDAS HE LOOKS SO DUMB I WANNA WJASHDJ I LOVE HOW STUPID THIS LOOKS wait why is he bald

No I'm prettttyyyy sure I have an idea who you are... a certain oc x dalv shipper perhaps... ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

LET ME IN. LET ME INNNNN!! I will be the president of the club. I have so much proof of me legit tweaking over him.

Oh my god no way dalv x decibat fan child lets go /j I love how the rat is presenting it like it's the nurse that helped them give birth to it "Here's your healthy baby!" *fucking throws it*

FUcking RAT

WHoaaa the martlet I just realized how little I draw martlet when I have such a cute design for her.. hm. I should draw her more.

"So cool" -Sandal Underwear Thank you btw ur cool too <3

HE'S SO CUTE I WANT HIM DEAD Oh this reminded me when I was talking to him in character AI and I called him a goofy goober, istg he sent the funniest fucking response ever like "Pardner, what in the rootin' tootin' hell is a GOOBER!?" I was cackling broo, I should draw our convo like I did when he said asked in that one comic if they knew what bleeding was when clover was, idk, DYING? This comic btw hihi

shut the FUCK UP!! IM GOING TO COOK YOU!!

[luciluck2046]

Hiii, i wanted to ask

What fandoms are you in?

OH HO HO, HOW MANY???

~You don't even know what you're asking me to confess

I don't have to tell you anything at all

UNLESS~

Okay sooooooooo out of the music lirics. Here they are on categories. If youw ant to see them look under the cut because they are A LOT

Video Games

Undertale

Deltarune

Omori(kinda)

Any Undertale fangame

Stardew Valley

Minecraft

Roblox(i guess?)

Cult of the lamb

Among Us

Pony Town

Cookie Run

Gacha(I DON'T WATCH THE VIDS ANYMORE IT'S JUST EASY TO DESIGN MY OCS ON THERE)

Duck Life(any game)

Sims4

DDLC(Doki Doki Literature Club)

TCOAAL(The Coffin Of Andy And LeyLey)

GTA(we got controllers with cake before GTA6 💀)

Idk if this one counts tho but uhhh DUOLINGO

Shows, Series and Movies

The Owl House

The Amazing World Of Gumball

The Amazing Digital Circus(before the brain rot came)

Harley Quinn(that super cool series on HBO)

Suicide Squad(series? Can I call it series? It has an anime too now, not just two movies...)

My Little Pony(I DIDN'T WATCH A LOT OF IT WHEN I WAS LITTLE DON'T JUDGE ME)

How To Train Your Dragon(kinda)

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Shorts Wars (bro that shit goes crazy)

Lucifer(just started it)

SMG4

Idk if this counts but ailaughatmyownjokes(Silvia)

Jelly Bean is bald & Fairy Bread army (if you know, you know)

Steven Universe(I just started it)

Rick and Morty

Vtuber shorts. I don't watch videos but HAVE YOU SEEN FILLIAN IN ACTION???

Edit: Fairly oddparents too

Ducktales

Books(internet comics included)

Warrior Cats

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson

Magnus Chase

Kane Chronicles

Hades x Persephone series by Scarlett St. Clair

Twin Runes(by @akanemnon)

Redeemer's Path(by @ultrabean)

Misc

Dragon Puppet making

Artistic things(except dancing)

And I think those are all! Many, right? XD

(i have way too much free time on my hands)

[harellan]

OC SMASH OR PASS

Tagged by @fereldanwench ♡♡♡

Tagging @wanderingaldecaldo @streetkid-named-desire @genocidalfetus @cybersteal (absolutely no pressure & sorry if you already did this and I missed it): , and anyone else who thinks it looks fun!

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

BASICS

Full Name: Gianluca Antonio Vasile

Nickname: Gian, this is his preferred name

Age: 30

Height: 5'10"/178 cm

Eyes: Green Kiroshis, naturally brown

Gender: Male/nonbinary/fluid

Pronouns: He/Him & They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual

PROS

He's very stereotypically romantic in a buy you flowers and your favorite candies kind of way

Compassionate towards his partner and empathetic to the feelings of everyone around him

Has a really goofy sense of humor and he will make it his #1 goal to make you laugh as often as possible

Almost always smiling or laughing. He knows how to make a good time out of almost any situation

VERY generous in bed. You tell him what you want and he will give it to you without wanting anything in return

Loves working with his hands, good at repairing and tinkering with anything mechanical. If you're having car trouble (or weapon trouble) he's a life saver

Spontaneous. He WILL call you out of nowhere asking if you want to do the most outlandish/chaotic thing with him

CONS

Has a tendency to become emotionally dependent on his partners. He knows this can be a drain on them and tries to reel it in but finds it difficult.

He tends to shut down whenever he gets too emotional so getting him to talk when something's wrong is a challenge

Incredible conflict avoidant to the point where he'll let things that are upsetting him go unknown because he doesn't want to potentially start something

Gets really passive aggressive when a conflict does eventually arise

Is a drummer (not a con on it's own) which means you'll have to deal with them playing loudly at all hours of the day

Their brain essentially powers off in the presence of a new person he finds really attractive. Essentially has no game

Potential con: He really enjoys a lot of dangerous and borderline reckless activities (i.e. illegal street racing, free climbing, boxing) so if you're the kind of person who gets anxious over your partners safety he's gonna give you a heart attack

EXTRAS

Leans more on the submissive side. He's able to access a more dominant role in bed if you're into it, but it's not his preference

Has a praise kink like no other. Pull his hair and call him a good boy and he's yours

Will smother you in their sleep because they loves snuggling maybe a little too much

Thinks the most romantic thing you can do is cook together

Thinks the second most romantic thing you can do it blow up old cars together

Has a bong in every room in his apartment (which is only 3)

More propaganda ⤵

[picrews-for-rpgs]

hi! do you know of any good picrews for goliaths? many existing picrews lack options for body markings. thanks!

Hi! I've actually been compiling these for forever and it's been such a challenge but I've just posted my top 5 picrew recommendations for goliaths here!

I'm going to use this ask as an opportunity though to share some picrews that could work but didn't quite make the cut to be included in the main recommendation post:

Cute DnD Character Creator by Rogue Cat Designs

Grey Skin ✅ Markings ✅ Muscles ❎ Bald ✅

Pros

This is a rarely seen full-body creator specifically aimed at making D&D characters so it has tons of high fantasy clothing and accessory options and even animal companions! It's gender neutral so can be used to make masculine, feminine or androgynous characters.

Cons

The facial markings available here are a bit different from the ones traditionally seen in official art of goliaths but the main issue with this creator is that the one body type is nowhere close to muscular and doesn't exactly scream "descended from giants" Conclusion Would work super well for a child (or maybe a half-goliath?) as long as you're open to a less traditional take on the facial markings.

Sci-Fi Fantasy Portrait Maker by Sophronist

Grey Skin ❎ Markings ✅ Muscles ❎ Bald ✅

Pros

Really decent range of markings to choose from which can be layered over each other so you can customise the markings on each part of the face. Nice and gender-neutral too.

Cons

Muscles aren't so much a concern here IMO as these are only head-and-shoulder portraits. The bigger concern is that there aren't really any true grey skintone options. The skintone shown on the right is debatably closer to black (though that might just be my PC monitor tbf) and the one on the left is a white skintone + shadows.

Conclusion

This picrew should work great for a dark skinned goliath of any gender.

Black Centered Picrew by Naylissah

Grey Skin ✅ Markings ✅ Muscles ❎ Bald ✅

Pros

I recommend this picrew all the time for its great range of options across all areas but in terms of goliaths I think these markings and this grey skin tone work pretty well!

Cons

The drawback of this picrew in terms of making goliath characters (apart from the usual lack of muscular options) is that it just has the one grey skintone and only one option for markings too (though they can be repositioned on the face as shown above)

Conclusion

Best suited for a female or feminine goliath with simple facial markings.

OC Creator by maetheellen

Grey Skin ✅ Markings ✅ Muscles ❎ Bald ✅

Pros

A choice of two grey skintones (though they are very similar), a good range of scars and these cool facial markings.

Cons

Much like Naylissah's Black Centered Picrew, the issue with this picrew is that while there's one really good option for facial markings, it's also the only option.

Conclusion

If you think these facial markings would work well for your goliath character, this picrew could be ideal for you.

[veeloopz]

Hiya. Hope you're doing well and having a nice January. Really hope this question isn't too annoying to reply to but lately I've been trying to create references for my OCs so that I can finally share my art with other people. Thing is, I'm completely struggling with creating reference sheets! When I start one, I end up just not knowing what I should add and I either get this feeling that there's not enough or that there is too much unnecessary drawings that are just there to fill space. Sure there's no real right or wrong with these but they never look appealing. I was wondering how that process of creating references is for you, what is it that you think about adding that is important in yours, especially when making one to share with other people. Things you think should be there, basically.

Thank you very much.

Very very long reply incoming, sorry!! I’d love to help you out with this <3

So what I always make sure to have for my references (especially my comic ones!) is a front/quarter view, side view, and back view!

For example:

Sabrinia here has really wild hair, and from different angles it doesn’t look the same. I made sure to include how her hair looks in the back, and I made it a little transparent to you can see what her outfit looks like behind. (Also obligatory BALD mention lol)

Now, the way I decide what and what not to add to my references is kinda on a whim. As for comic specifically, since I know how to draw these guys from muscle memory I tend to keep it simple.

But, for characters that have a more complicated design, I like to add little footnotes and images showing what I couldn’t show on my turnaround sheet. (I sometimes do this for my comic guys too!)

Another example, I just finished this yesterday actually haha! I redesigned her, and this is what I had to work with:

I sketched out her design and picked colors (I make sure to put them on the side so it’s easier to color pick and see values!)

Then after I liked what I had, I put that sketch on this reference canvas (based on IDW wonderful Sonic ones). I drew lines to matchup her main features/main guidelines, and sketched it out from there.

As I was drawing the side view I realized I needed to have two different back views since her design isn’t totally symmetrical!

I like to add silly expressions to fit the characters vibe in the top for fun! I haven’t done this with my comic ocs yet, just cause I’ve already drawn some expressions in the comic itself so I just go back and cross reference if I need to!

As for all the extra stuff at the bottom…

Looking at her turnarounds I thought the spikes on her wrist cuffs weren’t well seen so I made a quick drawing of those.

When sketching her shoes, I drew the open part with a weird shape and I wanted to include it since the gems covered them up!

Also made sure to have a good ref for her weapon somewhere too. Same with a harness for it!

Didn’t have any expressions of her mouth open, so I wanted to point out her weird teeth! And her eyes are shaped different, so I made sure to also point that out!

Overall, what helps me make references and figure out what and what not to put there is to think about what is important to the design itself. What id do is definitely be sure to have a front (or 3/4 view), side, and back view! If that’s too much just a front and back view are dandy!

For details, if there’s something in the design that sticks out, make sure to have that in the spotlight somewhere!

For fun here’s oldest (2019??) to newest references for Sabby, just to show how her ref has changed over the years!

I hope this helps!!! If you have any more questions please don’t hesitate to ask! I love to try and help and give advice when it comes to art! It’s really fun!

[alj4890]

Worth the Wait

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a what if to A Second Chance AU

@hopelessromantic1352 @trappedinfanfiction @my-heart-beats-for-ya ​ @aworldoffandoms ​​ @flyawayboo ​​ ​​  @sophxwithers @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @choicesficwriterscreations @peonierose @krsnlove

Masterlist

Part 1

Thomas took the rest of the week off from work. After Amanda's announcement, it had been impossibe to concentrate. He instead spent time alone contemplating the fact that he would be a father in six months or so.

The very notion was so unbelievable that he could hardly wrap his mind around it. For years, he had never planned on marriage or having a family.

He grimaced as he reminded himself how all that had changed when he first started dating Amanda. He had fallen in love with her not only hard but also, at least in his opinion, fast. He had to force himself to keep his feelings in check until he was certain of her reciprocating them.

Then he went out and purchased an engagement ring.

If she had not broken up with him, he knew they would be in the midst of planning a wedding...instead of a nursery.

Perhaps they would be doing both.

He still had the ring tucked away upstairs in his nightstand. He couldn't seem to drum up the will to get rid of it.

It'd been the first time in his life that he willingly bought something that would permanently change his carefully laid plans of a bachelor.

He dropped his head in his hands. The past few nights he'd either had Amanda join him for dinner at a restaurant, her hotel suite, or here in his home. He knew they needed to work on their relationship before their child came into the world.

Thomas though, wanted more.

Maybe.

He honestly didn't know what to make of the feelings she had stirred up within him once again.

Being around her after all that occurred was both wonderful and yet utterly miserable. His heart ached from not touching her...kissing her...simply holding her within his arms.

It also ached with the fact the relationship they once had was destroyed. There was no way, at least that he could detect, in picking up where they'd left off.

They couldn't possibly...could they?

He jumped when he heard the gate buzzer.

Checking the time, he frowned at it being too early for Amanda's arrival.

The last thing he wanted was Addison and Holly poking around in this delicate matter. He knew they had taken these past few days off and spent them with Amanda. He was surprised they waited this long to talk the situation over with him.

"Yes?" He answered.

"We're here!"

His eyes widened at the sound of his brother-in-law's cheery voice.

"Thomas?" His sister Rachel called out. "Aren't you going to open the gate for us?"

He'd completely forgotten they were coming into town this week.

"Of course." He pushed the button for them.

Reluctantly, he slipped his shoes on and stepped outside to greet them.

*****************

Addison and Matt's home...

"He's perfect." Amanda cradled the four month old in her arms. "Look at all that hair!"

Addison smiled proudly. "I'm so thankful he took after Matt. I was bald until fifth grade."

"No, you weren't." Matt pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I've seen your baby and childhood photos."

"I might have had hair," she conceded, "but it was such a light blonde that there are pictures where a bright flash was used that make me appear to be bald."

Amanda grinned at the couple before focusing once more on their son. He slept peacefully in her arms as she gently rocked him.

"Feel free to come over everyday to hold Michael." Addison told her. "You'll need the practice and I can always use a nap."

Amanda chuckled softly. "I wish I could, but I'll be leaving at the end of the week."

Addison, Matt, and Holly each exchanged a loaded glance.

"Is Thomas going with you?" Holly asked a little too casually.

"No. He plans on coming in time for my next doctor's appointment."

"Have you two decided how you're going to do this yet?"Addison asked.

"Addi." Matt shook his head at her.

"I just want to see you both happy with each other and your baby." She ignored her husbamd's whispered warnings to not get involved. "You two were so in love that I don't get why you're not already in the magazine's for having eloped in Vegas by now."

Amanda handed the baby over to Holly. "I should probably go. I'm supposed to--"

"No!" Addison reached out to stop her. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being too nosy, but I don't want to see you both miserable."

Amanda gently patted her hand. "I know. But things changed for Thomas when we broke up." She fought back tears. "I don't know if he'll ever want me like he once did." She lifted her chin. "I'm happy he at least is kind to me and wants to know our child."

Holly gave Matt his son when he began to whimper and squirm.

"Yes, but have you felt anything since you've been back?" She prodded.

Amanda gathered her things. "Of course I have." She lowered her eyes. "I never fell out of love with Thomas, and when I found out...I had hoped..." She wiped at the tears beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. I have to go. He's expecting me for dinner tonight."

The trio walked her to the door.

"Don't cry." Addison pleaded, throwing her arms around her. "I shouldn't have asked."

Amanda couldn't stop her tears. "It's okay."

Holly hugged her. "We won't bring it up again."

Amanda could only nod before blubbering a goodbye and slipping into the waiting town car.

****************

"Pregnant?!" Rachel breathed.

Stephen slapped Thomas on the back. "Congratualtions!"

"I'm going to be an aunt?" Rachel began to smile before launching herself at her brother.

He oomphed while accepting her hug. "Yes, you will be. You'll either have a niece or nephew by September."

She punched his arm once she stepped back.

"Rachel!" He snapped at her.

"Why didn't you call me when you found out?" She placed her hands on her hips.

The siblings glared silently at each other.

Stephen, the forever peacemaker between the Hunt's, spoke up.

"He's probably still trying to comprehend it, himself, babe."

Thomas nodded. "It's true. Of all the times I imagined Amanda walking back into my life, I never dreamed it would be because she is pregnant."

"Well, now that I'm here we will plan out everything." Rachel left them for a moment and returned with a pad and pen she found on his desk. "Let's see."

She sat down, tapping the pen on the arm of her chair. "I think a small ceremony should do nicely. Perhaps on the beach..."

"Small ceremony for what?" Thomas asked.

"Your wedding." She grinned at him. "How did Amanda react when she saw the ring you had bought? I bet she was shocked you decided to ask her before the break--"

"There isn't going to be a wedding." Thomas informed her.

"Just because she's pregnant, that doesn't mean you have to have a ceremony in a county clerk's office." Rachel grumbled. "I doubt she's showing yet." She began her list again. "If we have it here, then we can--"

"I didn't propose." Thomas explained.

Stephen plopped down in surprise on the arm of Rachel's chair.

"You didn't propose?" She asked in disbelief. "Why not? You're in love with her. She loves you. You're having a baby!"

Thomas began to pace as he tried to explain his hesitation.

The couple watched him struggle with his reasons.

"I see no need to rush into marriage just yet." Thomas added. "Not until we are certain this is the right decision for both of us. It will save us additional heartache and our child won't suffer in the process."

"But--"

Stephen placed his arm around his wife's shoulders, gently squeezing her.

She closed her mouth at that subtle sign that she was being pushy again.

With a deep sigh, she slumped in her chair.

Thomas whirled around when his buzzer sounded again.

"Were you expecting anyone?" Rachel asked.

"Only Amanda." Thomas mumbled.

********************

Amanda grimaced once more at her swollen eyes. Thank goodness she had gone with waterproof eye makeup. At least she only looked swollen instead of a puffy eyed racoon.

Her stomach gurgled when Thomas opened the door.

She hid her face in her hands. "I'm sorry. I've not eaten since I threw up a muffin this morning."

He couldn't help but smile at her embarrassment over something he thought was trivial at best. "You don't have to worry about what I think when that happens."

When she lifted her head, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"You've been crying." He gently took her face in his hands.

"Hormones." She wondered how she was able to say such a falsehood so easily.

His hands lingered, thumbs brushing her cheeks, then dropped to his sides. "I should forewarn you. Rachel and Stephen are here."

Amanda stepped back, nearly falling backwards off his front stoop.

Thomas caught her in his arms, turning them both until she was safely between him and the front door.

"Are you all right?" He could feel her heart thumping against his chest.

She nodded. "Just caught off guard." Biting her lip, she lifted her eyes to his. "Did you tell them about," she gestured toward her belly.

"I did." He answered.

"And?" She prodded, worried over his answer.

"And they are thrilled with the knowledge that they will have a niece or nephew before the year is through.” He explained.

Amanda finally asked the question that was really bothering her. 

“Do they, of course they must, but do they hate me too much for my,” she took a deep breath, “for ending things between us?”

If Thomas was to go by how his sister had not only readily jumped into planning a wedding for them as well as becoming angry over his not proposing to Amanda, he seriously doubted she held anything against his ex.

“They don’t hate you at all.” He kept an arm around her waist. “Come inside.”

Leaning a bit closer than necessary to him for comfort, she allowed him to lead her to his living room.

Rachel jumped up and hugged her, pushing her brother out of the way. “I’m so excited!”

Amanda laughed when Stephen thanked her for getting pregnant. 

“Now Rach will stop pestering me about getting a puppy or kitten. All her time will be spent in preparation on becoming an aunt.”

“We will get one of those if my niece or nephew wants one.” Rachel snapped at him. 

She ignored his teasing grin and focused on Amanda. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She lied.

“She suffers with severe morning sickness.” Thomas corrected.

Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Who is taking care of you?”

“Me.” Amanda said with a laugh that wasn’t quite sincere. “Servants, occasionally my friends, and of course Thomas when we are together.”

Rachel glared at her brother. “She needs help all the time.”

He glared back, knowing she was heavily hinting that they should get married.

“I’ll be fine. Hopefully by my next appointment it will have lessened.” Amanda said, wondering at their sudden irritation.

“And if it doesn’t?” Rachel continued to stare Thomas down.

“Then I’ll do what I have been doing.” Amanda shrugged. “I really don’t have much of a choice in the matter.”

She moved away from them to sit down.

“Some people have a choice.” Rachel muttered where only Thomas could hear.

Ignoring her, he asked Amanda what she felt like eating.

“I’m not sure. This baby and I have very different views on what I should eat." She tried to joke.

He had to stop himself from brushing her hair back from her face. That lopsided grin of hers had a way of making him feel the need to comfort her.

"I was thinking of taking you to The Palm for dinner."

Her surprise made him smile. It used to be one of their favorite places to eat. Thomas hadn't been there since they broke up. For some reason, he'd gone ahead and made a reservation for them.

"The Palm?" Rachel leaned forward. "What kind of food do they have."

"Italian." Amanda smiled at him. "I have had a craving for tomatoes recently."

"Then hopefully you'll be able to enjoy a meal for a change." He responded, smiling more easily around her.

"We'll go to the guest house and get cleaned up." Rachel tugged Stephen up out of his chair. "What time should we be ready?"

"You have thirty minutes." Thomas warned.

"Thirty?!" Rachel dashed out.

Stephen chuckled. "How long do we really have?"

"Forty-five minutes." Thomas replied. "But I know my sister and if i say forty-five, she'll take an hour or more."

Stephen snorted in amusement. "Yes, she will."

Once they were alone, Thomas sat down across from Amanda.

"The Palm." Her smile dimmed some over the memories of romantic evenings spent at that particular establishment. "I can't remember the last time we had dinner there."

"November." Thomas fought squirming when she looked up in surprise once more.

"I'm looking forward to it." Amanda said to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen between him.

"So am I." He got up to get something to drink. He offered to get her something just to have something to do.

He could feel her eyes following him out of his living room. When he was out of eyesight, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He still didn't know if he could risk his heart again. He knew she was leaving soon and that things between them were up in the air.

The more he was around her, the more he was wanting to settle into how they once were.

But then that would bring up whether or not they should go ahead and marry.

Should we? If it doesn't work out, how much more will it hurt to walk away from her and our child? To break the life I once dreamed of having with her...should I really jump into it without seeing if it's worth the chance?

He didn't know. He knew his fear was keeping him from so much. Yet...hadn't his fear kept him from horrible decisions in the past?

Or had it kept him from something great?

He prepared her a glass of ginger ale and brought it to her.

He grasped on the topic of what she planned to do once back in Cordonia while he debated on what to do with his own future.

***************

Dinner turned out better than either thought. It seemed almost natural being on a double date of sorts once again with Rachel and Stephen.

It was certainly romantic out on the terrace of the restaurant with the strings of globe lights softly brightening the darkness.

The four laughed and talked over what they had been doing since they were last together. The teasing that Amanda used to do with Thomas had made his frown all but disappear. He couldn't resist doing the same to her.

The roll of her eyes or a laugh had him placing his arm along the back of her chair and gently rubbing her shoulder.

Just like he used to do.

"Are we getting dessert?" Rachel asked. "Please say yes."

"I don't know if I should push it." Amanda leaned back in her chair. Her hands settled over her stomach. "So far it seems that there is approval of the chicken parmesan."

"No nausea?" Thomas asked.

She shook her head. "That's why I don't want to chance it with dessert." Her nose wrinkled. "Though those cinnamon doughnut holes are calling to me."

"We're getting the chocolate cake for two." Rachel told her husband. "And this time, I will leave you more than two bites."

Thomas waved their waiter over and placed their order. He noticed the curious looks they were getting from various tables. He suspected that he would be in tomorrow's gossip pages.

He had never alerted the press of their break up. He knew Amanda hadn't either. He assumed they thought he was too busy for work to meet up with her these past couple of months.

He didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"I can't believe you didn't order the cake." Rachel said between bites.

"So far, chocolate and I are on the outs." Amanda explained. "Which has nearly killed me."

Thomas pushed the plate of warm doughnuts towards her after making a dramatic show of removing the chocolate dipping sauce.

She laughed and took one.

His eyes riveted upon her when she took a bite. The cinnamon and sugar coated her lips. He knew if they had never ended things that he would have kissed it off.

She licked her lips and stilled when she noticed where his attention was.

Stephen and Rachel pretended not to notice the obivous tension developing and talked amongst themselves while waiting on the couple across from them to make a move.

Thomas raised his hand to Amanda's cheek and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip to remove what her tongue had missed.

He could feel her quick breath over the sensation of his intimate touch. His eyes lifted to hers. He could see the yearning in the hazel depths combined with her uncertainty.

All it would take would be to lean down a mere tweleve inches and kiss her. There wouldn't have to be any words exchanged just yet. No immediate decisions needed to be made. It could be an experiment to see if that spark between them truly existed.

Her eyes closed when he began to inch forward. Her lips parted in readiness for his kiss. She nuzzled into his palm when he cupped her cheek.

Thomas felt his pulse quicken in anticipation.

"Here's the check." Their waiter dropped it down in between the couples. "Let me know when you're ready or if there is anything else I can get you."

Rachel glared at the man who had caused Thomas and Amanda to jerk apart.

Stephen sadly shook his head while reaching for the small folder.

"I'll get that." Amanda and Thomas said at the same time.

"We'll get this one." Rachel said in a no nonsense tone. She forced a smile. "I'll let you get the next one."

"How much of a tip should I leave?" Stephen asked softly for his wife's ear alone.

"None." Rachel hissed. "He lost it when he interupted my niece or nephew having his parents together."

*******************

"Where to now?" Stephen asked once they stepped out of the restaurant.

"It is still early." Rachel added, eyeing her brother. "Plenty of time to do something."

Thomas briefly rolled his eyes.

"I think I'll call a car to take me back to my hotel." Amanda replied.

Her smile was a bit strained as she faced the other three.

"I'm sure you all have some catching up to do." She added. "These last couple of weeks, I've been known to nod off during conversations." She laughed with a shrug. "I won't be adding anything stimulating to any, most likely."

Rachel mentally groaned over not finding them another chance to be tempted to be together.

She glared at her brother, hoping he would take the hint.

"I'll take you to the hotel." Thomas ignored his sister's pointed stare.

He could still be a gentleman without any romantic notions.

"That isn't necessary." Amanda countered. "I'm sure Rachel and Stephen would prefer--"

"Actually," Stephen wrapped his arms around his wife, "I was planning on taking Rach dancing." His grin was unrepentant when he heard his wife's surprised gasp. "It's been a long time since we've been to a decent club."

Thomas merely cocked an eyebrow over that announcement.

He didn't believe it for a moment.

He did believe though that Stephen would do anything to help Rachel's plan.

"Enjoy yourselves." He bid his sister and brother-in-law a good night.

"You should go --" Amanda tried to argue.

"You know my feelings about night clubs." Thomas set his hand at the small of her back, gently urging her on toward the parking lot.

She looked up at him. "There were some evenings you didn't mind going."

Thomas met her eyes. He could remember the few times he'd gone to one with Amanda. It wasn't hard to enjoy himself then. He either was able to hold her against his body while they danced or enjoy watching her on the dance floor.

And without him saying a word or even giving a grimace, she'd always known when they should leave before the crowd and noise got to him.

Taking her arm, he cleared his throat. "Those times were different."

When you are with the right person, you can enjoy anything, he thought.

"I do wish you wouldn't trouble yourself." Amanda argued. "I'll be fine getting back to the hotel."

She knew she needed some space from him. Everything about today and this evening made her want to ignore his wishes and try to get back together. He had always been her temptation. She realized she still couldn't resist him.

He was being too kind. Too thoughtful. It hurt worse than if he was cold and cruel. At least then she wouldn't long for him to kiss her. Take her in his arms once more, speak in that deep voice how she made him feel. Seduce her with merely a look.

She loved him so terribly much. She thought she did before coming to tell him about the pregnancy. Spending this time with him only made it worse than before.

Has to be the hormones, she thought. They exacerbate everything as it is. I wish Thomas would simply tell me there is no hope for us. This waiting around on him to decide whether or not to give us a second chance is worse than--

"Amanda?"

She looked up and realized he held the passenger door open for her.

Cheeks coloring over being so lost in thought, she quickly got in while mumbling her thanks.

"Are you tired?" He asked once he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Hmm? Oh. Not really." She replied. "But it strikes at odd times and I didn't want to intrude any longer on Rachel and Stephen's time with you."

Thomas frowned some over that.

"You're not an intrusion."

"I am." Amanda stated, attempting to keep her voice from wobbling. "We aren't together anymore so," she swallowed, turning to look out her window, "so it doesn't make sense for me to be with you so much."

His frown only deepened. He knew they weren't officially back together. Yet, he felt like they were teetering upon the very brink of that decision. They were in some mystical gray area where they were a couple in a way and yet not at the same time.

It's purgatory, he thought with a grimace.

"We're having a baby." He grumbled. "You are an important part of my life so therefore you are not an intrusion."

Amanda's gaze dropped to her stomach.

That's all I am, the mother of his child. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The two fell into an uncomfortable silence.

It wasn't long before Thomas was handing his keys to a valet and following Amanda up to her room.

"Since you aren't tired," he began when they were alone in the elevator, "why don't we watch a movie?" His lips curved somewhat when she finally looked up at him. "I had initially planned on taking you to one after dinner, but Rachel and Stephen's arrival ruined that."

"You did?" Amanda could hardly believed it.

He nodded.

It almost sounded like a date. It would have been a date if they were a couple.

"Since you're worried about falling asleep, at least if you do so now, you'll already be in your suite." He added.

"I'd like that." Amanda replied with a smile.

Thomas felt those unusual flutters her smile still caused. He followed her out of the elevator, his eyes drifting along her figure.

She pulled out her key card, noticed where his attention seemed to linger, and fumbled her key.

The two bent down to retrieve it, bumping heads.

"I forgot how hard headed you are." Amanda teased, rubbing her forehead.

He chuckled. "You don't have the softest one either."

He tilted her chin up to see if she was bruised.

He felt her slight intake of breath at his touch and being so close to her. When he looked at her face he noticed that her attention was upon his lips.

He didn't fight it this time. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her muffled gasp turned into a soft moan as she sank into his embrace. One arm slid around his waist to urge him closer while the other tangled in his hair.

He felt his skin practically sing under her touch. His entire body responded to each brush of her tongue against his. Thomas groaned when she abruptly broke away.

He then heard people getting off the nearby elevator.

With a quick swipe, they hurried into her suite. The moment the door shut, they were back within the other's arms, lips eagerly meeting while hands began to drift over their bodies.

Thomas guided her back to the sofa, gently pulling her down into his lap. He gloried in her smile he could feel against his lips as he refused to pause their kiss to sit down.

He kissed down her neck when she broke away to catch her breath. His name spoken in her breathless, excited voice made him unable to think of anything, save for being with her.

Picking her up, his lips crashed down upon hers again as he carried her into her room.

The lights were off. The only slight illumination came from the city lights driting in through the sheer curtains. They eagerly began to remove the other's clothes. Lips and tongues tasted the other's newly revealed skin as if doing so for the very first time.

They each were refusing to think about what this meant and whether or not they should have sex. As if by mutual accord, they both seemed almost frenzied to be with one another without demanding a declaration or even a discussion of whether or not this was wise.

All the almost kisses, the touches, seeing the one they had loved again made the need so much stronger than ever before. Neither wanted to fight it any longer. Neither really had the strength or desire to ignore what was between them.

What had always been between them.

Thomas carefully covered her body with his. He worried for a moment if this perhaps would hurt her or possibly the baby. Then he felt Amanda's legs wrap around his waist and he couldn't think at all.

Amanda could feel the gentleness and care he was taking with her. It brought tears to her eyes as she encouraged him on and on and on. Her lips met his again in an attempt to convey just how much she loved him. Each kiss made her heart sing anew in being this intimate with him again.

She'd never held anything back from him. She remembered when Thomas told her that being with her was a whole new experience for him. He himself had admitted to being unable to control his responses to her.

It was never sex between them. It never had been.

They had only been able to make love.

"Thomas!" Her breath caught as the sensations flooded through her.

He held her close as he was knocked speechless from the intense emotions combined with the waves of pleasure he felt.

They held onto the other in the aftermath. Both were afraid of saying something that might ruin the moment. So many words and questions revolved around their minds.

When Amanda yawned, Thomas jumped upon that as a reprieve.

He reached down to cover the two of them up, then gently pulled her back within his arms. His lips brushed over hers when she asked if he wanted to stay.

He knew he could use the excuse of having family in town to go ahead and leave. Yet, there was nothing he wanted more than to stay here with her, holding her close as she slept. A part of him argued he should stay to make certain she and the baby wasn't physically hurt from his rash actions.

Another part prodded that since he was so ready to fall into staying with her that he should go ahead and realize that his love for her was undeniable. They should be together.

But could he go through the possibility of losing her again?

"I want to stay." He said softly. "If you want me to."

"I do." She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

"Good." He gently caressed her cheek.

Unable to keep her hope from bubbling up, Amanda asked him what this meant.

Thomas didn't pause in his caress. He too wondered the same.

"I think it means we do want to be together." He replied. "But--"

Amanda felt her heart sink. She began to pull away, only to have him draw her back even closer than before.

"But," he repeated, "I think we should start out dating again before we decide on something more permanent."

"You want to date?" Amanda's brow furrowed. "But not be in a serious relationship?"

"I want us to start again as if it was the beginning of a new relationship." He replied.

"Not to be blunt, but not only am I pregnant by you, I'm literally naked in your arms having thoroughly been seduced by you." Amanda told him. "It's a little late for first date etiquette to apply here."

Thomas knew she was right.

"Perhaps then, not at the very beginning." His forehead dropped to rest against hers. "Amanda, I don't think I can go through another breakup with you."

"I don't think I could either." She closed her eyes right when their lips met. "What are we going to do?"

"Would you be willing to try and see how we feel these next few months?"

Amanda opened her eyes to meet his vulnerable gaze. "And what happens then? Other than our child being born?"

"Then we decide if we want to move on to that next step in our relationship."

"What is that next step in your opinion?" She asked, determined to understand just what he wanted from her.

Thomas brushed her hair out of her eyes, his own tracing her profile lit in the soft light.

"That next step is the last one." He kissed her, unable to resist the need to feel her body once again. "We will decide whether or not we should get married."

[knifebaby3000]

Your OC Tian looks like he could he my OCs brother and I'm so obsessed with him. The beauty marks and the oblivious glazed over look really fucking do it for me

can u share more about him :0c

Omg thank you so much!!!!! I designed Tian to be so extremely husband-coded To Me so I'm happy some of the boxes he checks 4 me ✅ are checked 4 u also ✅🙏🏼

Tian (and Zhu) is the protagonist of two of my projects, the original and its overgrown AU. The OG is........ A xianxia romcom bildungsroman like....... Swan-maiden myth meets FFIX meets Disney Hercules.......... And the AU is what I usually draw/upload, which is a neo noir like...... FFVIII meets........ Drive (2011)....... Meets........... Disco Elysium which is a connection I'm only making right here, right now, as I type?????? Anyway OG-style Baby T is "tiger", "spring", vs Big T who is "dragon", "winter". Both are True Neutral tho I think Baby T leans Chaotic...

Some quick blips: Cap sun, Aries moon, Taurus rising, bday is 31 Dec; 6'2 188cm, ~190lbs 86kg, benches above his bodyweight; vegetarian, doesn't drink, healthiest guy you know (chainsmoking is healthy); blue MCR-coded tobacco depression wifeguy to Zhu’s red LDR-coded cocaine mania guywife

Charm points: natural curls, beauty marks, underbite

Talents: carpentry, wushu, gymnastics, fixing whatever

Likes: Zhu, tofu, his motorcycle

Dislikes: texting, cardio, doing laundry

Songs: MCR – Drowning Lessons + Fashion Statement + Desert Song (it's bad!!!!!!), The National – Walk Off, Hyukoh – 似是故人來 Like An Old Friend Arrives

Motifs: chrysanthemums, smoke, temples, the moon

Not really a talker, he's all abt acts of service and can be hard to understand if you're looking specifically for words. I like to think of him as the lead in a Western film except the horse is a black motorbike – silhouetted against the horizon, never says more than he has to, does what needs doing. His catchphrase is basically "🆗", "Sure." Also he doesn't use guns but anything else goes 🔨

Some flavor:

More under the cut if this hateful app will let me add one 🤪

I think he's best understood thru the way other ppl talk abt him – so here are a couple names/epithets!

His maternal grandmother is a distinguished mobster known as The Old Empress, which is why most ppl call Tian "Crown Prince", "the Prince", etc. Their family is more/less popularly-elected local deities (see "city god" on Wikipedia) and he's the last of the bloodline But has been refusing to officially inherit for over a decade, though he performs all the duties anyway. Old, old agreements put them above virtually all modern law, generally thru loopholes that allow them to, for example, literally start a gang war at 23 bc you got a little too annoyed Or take an eye for an eye/publicly execute someone as ritual vengeance. Pls note that Zhu is a criminal defense attorney. Smile

They also sometimes call him "Bodhisattva" bc he, due to Circumstances, grew up in a Buddhist monastery from age 8, along with Jin, his baby brother. He became an ordained monk at 20 but disrobed at 22 so he could help Jin thru university. During that time, he worked three primary jobs: seasonal construction worker/contractor, auto mechanic, and plumber. "why not model" No Vanities Lifestyle. He Is Just Some Guy. He Wishes He Were Still Bald. Fuck Fast Fashion Btw.

With his name specifically, Tian Tian, family name 田 “field” + given name 天 “heaven/day/sky” is his entire character – simple, no frills, unassuming on paper, but also strong, steady, salt of the earth. It's a name that once you see him both does and doesn't do him justice, like surely there's something fancier and yet between those two characters you already have the world. The name is also 9 strokes altogether! Fav number and an auspicious one – 9 heavens + if you've ever seen an imperial dragon robe, it's 9 dragons with scales in multiples of 9, eg 81.

A few bonus reasons I chose 天:

I associate him with swans (symbol of beauty but also violent, aggressive birds), 大天鹅 Big Heaven Goose

Single-character names are so elegant/Tough to me

Canonically seen as a "Fifth Great Beauty", literally a man named Heaven, the H is for Husband TO ME

FACT I decided on the monk thing after I named him and I think it's funny. His Dharma name is 釋恒心 Shi Hengxin btw which means "monk", literally, and "resolution"

Final bonus, literally my man:

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Kinktober 2023 Day 9-Stripping/Glory Holes

The Ghost and Molly Mcgee-June/ OCs, Darryl/OCs

Darryl takes an horny June to a secret club for kids like them

written for @kinktober2023

requested by @ramdomaxes

Warning the following story contains fictional minors in sexual situations. If this makes you uncomfortable or are under 18 please do not read. This story is rated E for explicit and is for adults only. This story is a complete work of fiction.

June was having a problem. She was horny all the time and was having trouble finding a good outlet. She tried to grind herself against her pillow to little avail. On her nightstand, her phone started ringing. Sighing, she climbed off her pillow and picked up the phone. “June speaking.”

“Hey it’s your boy Darryl. Wanna hang?”

“Sorry, I’m busy masturbating.”

Darryl blinked. He was still getting used to June’s bluntness. “Ah well, I hope you're having fun.”

“Not really, nothing seems to be working. And my parents keep insisting I’m too young for toys despite evidence to the contrary. Hmm, do you know anyone who would be selling some sex toys?”

“Actually, I think I could do you one better. Meet me outside.”

“Should I put my skirt back on?”

“Yes.”

June found herself downtown with Darryl. He took her to a block of warehouses. After passing several of them, he knocked on one in the pattern of 'shave and a haircut'.The door rolled up just enough for the two to walk in before shutting again. An eighth grader approached the two. "Password."

Darryl cleared his throat. "I like your turtles."

He nodded and let the two go further in. June was amazed. Where they were at looked more like an inside of a particular fancy and old fashioned hotel, complete with a staircase leading to a second story, rather than an old warehouse. "What is this place?" Darryl handed her a card. She read it aloud. "Andrea presents Gentlelad’s: Adult fun for kids."

"It's a sex club. But you know, for kids."

"I gathered. Thanks."

"Well, you have great timing cause the big show is about to start!"

He led her to a big auditorium with a stage. June still had no idea how this all fit inside this warehouse. The curtain rose and Andrea herself appeared. She was wearing an elaborate green dress. "Welcome one and all to Gentlelad's. I'm happy to see so many faces here. Enjoy the show!"

Jazzy music started playing as opposed to the pop songs Andrea normally sang. June was surprised when Molly and her friend Libby came and joined her in song. Well Molly did.

"I don't know how to sing," Libby staged whispered.

"You don't need to know how to sing, just dance sweetie," Andrea told her.

Both Molly and Libby were in the same dress that Andrea had on, save for they were red and blue respectively. The three thirteen-year-olds danced in sync with each other. Molly and Andrea were singing together while Libby (poorly) lip synced to them.

The real surprise was when the three of them bent down and grabbed the hem of their dresses and tore them off their bodies. The three of them technically had clothes underneath but they didn't hide much. The sheer bra and panties were see through, showing off their hard nipples and bald pussies.

Molly kept on singing as Andrea brought in Libby for an open mouth kiss. After a couple of verses, the kissing broke apart and Andrea took up the song as Molly put her mouth on Libby's. Soon all three girls had turned around showing off their derriere.

June had heard a zipping sound and turned to see that Darryl had pulled his cock at and was furiously stroking himself. While June had seen dicks online, this was the first she'd seen in person. Her face flushed. June had to admit that the burlesque dance was quite arousing. And seeing half naked people in the flash was so much more exhilarating in person than on a computer screen. She looked around and noticed Darryl was the only one happily masturbating to the sight of his sister's butthole.

Molly's body was very attractive, June thought. When in Rome she guessed. She pulled down her tights and hiked up her skirt. Her sex was already wet when she slid her fingers into it. She let out a low throaty moan as she watched the three thirteen-year-olds practically fuck each other on stage. She felt herself cumming, her walls spasming around her fingers, her juices spraying into the aisle. Darryl also came, the sight of his sister eating Andrea's ass particularly driving him over the edge as he fired his cum onto the back of the seat in front of him.

As the current closed, June went to pull her tights up but Darryl stopped her. "You might want to leave those off." He had dropped his shirts and boxers over his shoulders. His penis dangled freely between his legs. "The night's just getting started. But first I gotta pee."

June could use a post orgasm urination as well. She entered the girls bathroom to reveal herself. She was greeted by a trans girl her own age getting a blow job from her friend. She could hear moans and the sounds of prepubescent bodies slamming together coming from the stalls. She entered a free one and relieved herself in the toilet. She wiped her vagina and washed her hands next to the trans girl who was now cumming all over her friend's face.

When she met Darryl in the lobby he had keys in his hand. His cock was already chubbing again. "Got us a room."

June's heart thumbed as she followed her friend. A trail of slick ran down her thigh as she walked around in public with her ass out. Most of the other kids in the place were in various states of dress themselves, so she and Darryl got little attention. June didn't know to be revealed or disappointed at this.

They entered the room Darryl got them. The ground was covered in cushions and padding. To the left were several very large beds while to the right was a wall covered in holes. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were for.

"I figured since this is your first time to one of these, you might be a little shy. So I thought glory holes might be for the best."

It was true. June had been feeling a knot in her stomach at the thought of fucking some strangers. This was so much easier. She didn't know what to say, so she hugged Darryl. He hugged her back. It was nice, even as their genitals briefly touched.

As she knelt in front of the holes, she heard a coughing noise. Darryl pointed to her shirt. Right, she thought to herself, don't want to make a mess. She pulled off the sweater vest and her white colored button down. Her parents considered her too young for bras, so her flat chest was exposed to the room.

Soon several cocks began emerging from the holes. Judging from the sizes, they were all children her age. The thought thrilled her. She began stroking a black one. Then she licked the head like she was licking an ice cream cone. She used her other hand to jack off another dick.

Behind her, Darryl was letting several more girls in for his own pleasure. Most were around his own age but a few as young as eight and as old as fourteen. He quickly got to work fingering one while sucking on the nipple of another.

June was finally sucking her first cock now. Her lips met sub inches from the wall as her tongue danced around the appendage. She was surprised by the taste of the dick, sweaty and hot. Like working out after a long day. It was intoxicating. One of the dicks she was pumping came, shooting the milky, good, liquid all over her chest. It felt warm on her skin. June was very glad that she was topless now.

Darryl had taken the eight-year-old from behind and was fucking her pussy hard. She screamed in a high pitched noise was she came, Darryl flooding her sex with his seed. When he pulled out a girl closer to his own age and the fourteen-year-old started cleaning it off with their tongues.

The black kids cock finally came, giving June her first taste of semen. It was not unpleasant. She took the next dick in her mouth and blew him until he coated her face with cum. Darryl was humping one of his preteen sluts, pumping his cum into her underage pussy.

June felt a twinge in her own pussy as a trail of slick ran down her thigh. Hearing Darryl fuck those girls combined with the scent of the cum covering her was driving her crazy. She turned around and pressed her behind against one of the glory holes. She gave a yelp as she felt a dick slide into her wet sex. Whoever was on the other side was very eager and filled her pussy nicely. He came without pulling out, flooding the preteen's vagina with his seed. It felt nice to have warmness fill her up.

He pulled out only for another to fill her dripping cunt. As she was rocked, June saw Darryl eating out one of the girls. He held his fist out in a fist bump. Which she returned.