#Delgado x oc

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield

Pairing: Delgado x OC

Chapter rating: M

Chapter: 7

This is part 3 and the final part of the Bannoc IV chapters. More on AO3 or start at the Beginning.

It’s late and alcohol buzzes in his veins as he palms the nav table with slumped shoulders. There’s a brunette sucking him off that he’d brought back from The Last Nova. It’s been three weeks of worrying and he needs to find pockets of relaxation. So, the brunette offered relief and a blow job’s a blow job. He’s never been too picky about it before. But this one? It’s not that it’s bad and it could be categorized as pretty good. It’s just not—it simply is not her. It’s not great.

Delgado grits his teeth together and vacantly stares as the red lights in the command center flicker. Fucking annoying. He’s losing focus. But he shouldn’t have to concentrate this hard. It’s a goddam blow job. Shouldn’t he be thoughtless and less tense by now? Maybe if he just imagines the mischievous glint in her eyes or the feel of her teal strands in his grasp the tension might unravel. He closes his eyes to paint her picture but it’s blocked by flickering orange behind his eyelids. Flicker. Flicker. Suck. The suction is pleasurable but his mind is so fickle, and he falls flaccid with the languid lathing of the pirate’s tongue. Fuck, he can’t even remember this one’s name.

He backs up and tugs her off. Teeth scrape against sensitive skin and he winces. “Go.”

“But I—”

Raised finger like the reaper, he points at the fated door, his pants bunching around his ankles. The pirate doesn’t even huff right as they saunter from the room. Delgado yanks up his pants, and strolls those few steps to the exit. He marches down the stairs to the command center. There’s not a single glance spared in the direction of the displaced pirate.

The trip to ship services is the same as always minus the interruptions from Murdock. Instead of entering Jazz’s space though, he leans over the counter like any regular customer, waiting for her to notice him at the window. Eyes on her computer screen only, she doesn’t see him there.

He taps the ‘ring for service’ bell once and its jingle echoes throughout the atrium. “Have you heard—”

Jazz sighs and cuts him off. “No, still haven’t heard anything from your precious pirate.” Her brows furrow as she continues typing, the glow of the computer screen highlighting her annoyance.

Naeva barked out a laugh. “Your little friend probably ran off with the money by now. Do you really think someone who steals from you every chance she gets is going to suddenly become loyal? What reason does she have to bring it back here?”

“I hate to agree with Naeva on this one boss,” Jazz says while her fingers clack against the keys. She briefly glances up at him.

“You agree because deep down you know I’m right.” Naeva folds her arms across her chest, leveling a hardened stare at Delgado. “I say you hunt the bitch down and take back what’s ours.”

“Alright, Naeva. That’s enough,” Del says, his tone remaining cool and even. “Jazz. Ready my ship.”

A small smile graces Naeva’s lips and she almost nods approval. “I am leaving The Key in both of your hands while I am away.”

“You are leaving it in good hands.” Naeva’s smile grows bigger.

“Oh and Jazz, I need my ship prepped for Bannoc IV.”

Naeva’s face falls and the clacking of the keys ceases.

“You have got to be fucking joking,” Naeva says, throwing her hands up in the air in disbelief.

“I mean, I do have prototypes of both the ComSpike and conduction grid but they are just that. They are prototypes. I can’t guarantee your safety.”

“I do not tell you often but you should know that I have great faith in your capabilities, Jazz. I do not need the concern. I simply need my ship outfitted with what you have.” He turns away.

“Del,” Naeva reaches out to grasp his wrist.

“I know what you are going to say. But I need you to trust me on this one. Just one last time.”

Naeva releases his wrist with a sigh. “Fine but if you don’t come back—”

“I trust you and the others to take care of the fleet. If I don’t come back, you can say I told you so to the ghost of my memory.”

“Ha. Real funny,” Naeva says, shaking her head.

Jazz sighs. “Well, if you’re sure.”

“I am sure,” Delgado states without hesitation. “So outfit my ship while I gather a crew.”

He exits, heading back to the bunks. Hopefully, he will be able to scrounge up his usual crew and they won’t be too drunk or high.

[atonalginger]

Wanted to Say 'Thank You'

Del and Bella are back in this spicy prequel to Work-Life Balance.

Rated Explicit for explicit sexual content.

After a close call in The Lock, Bella decides to pay Delgado a visit after normal hours to thank him for all he did for saving her life and words simply won't be enough.

Read the full fic on ao3 by clicking Here

snippet below:

“That needs to go,” she tapped the bulky belt.

“Then so does that,” he reached out and tugged on the bottom edge of her padded armor.

She let herself laugh and withdrew her hands to undo the clasps and pull the armor off. He looked momentarily disappointed to lose her touch before setting about undoing his belt and leather coat. They both tossed their armor toward the back wall, his gear landing on top of hers. 

Bella stepped closer and laid a hand on each shoulder, still in awe over how relaxed he felt and looked. She would have thought someone living on the Key would be hypervigilant, always cautious of the knife waiting for their back. But not Delgado. No this cocky prick reclined on his couch, at least one drink deep, letting the newest rook touch him.

Her left hand dropped to his belt and unfastened the clasp with deft precision and pulled it free of its loops, tossing it onto the pile. He hummed in approval, holding eye contact as she worked the button and zipper of his pants, a subtle curl of the corner of his lips.

Stop this right now, caution insisted, you will regret this!

Add it to the pile, she thought as she knelt down on the floor, her armor’s knee pads scuffing the concrete, “room could use a rug, you know.”

“Just one more thing to clean,” he replied.

“I suppose,” she said.

[fangbangerghoul]

Fleeting Pleasures: Chapter 6

photo credit: @bearlytolerant

MINORS DNI, 18+

Tags: violence, interrogation, knife play, degradation, smut stuff, dom/sub role inferred, i am sure there is more just know its VERY explicit This story was made possible with the help of: @spookyspecterino, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @bearlytolerant. Without their valuable input I would have been too lost in the sauce to finish it!

Fleeting Pleasures on Ao3

Chapter 6: Quien eres tu? Our main character is at her wits end and soon the jig is going to be up. This might be her end on The Key.

Chapter 6: Quien eres tu?

            The bar was chaotic to say the least as bottles and bodies flew in every direction around the room. There was the sound of music, shouting, and grunts that echoed off of the four walls causing an overwhelming sound wave to blast out into the halls outside of the bar. Inside the bar there was a combination of scents ranging from blood, sweat, alcohol, and various foods. 

The brawl was intense and it all started from a bottle being smashed over a pirate’s head. Ghoul leaned back on a grimy wall in a dark corner watching the amusing chaos that she caused and gave herself a silent pat on the back. There was a devilish grin on her face and her yellow eyes were glossed over from the amount of aurora and alcohol she had been partaking in since she arrived at The Last Nova. The pirates all around were enjoying the mayhem they helped perpetuate within the bar and even the bartender, Bog decided to join in with a bat and a few bottles of his Bog’s Grog. The bottles were being shot towards the various brawlers. Glass pieces and beer sprayed everywhere causing a sticky and bloody mess around the whole bar area.

Ghoul caught the view of two captains with their clothes half torn off and bodies exposed in a corner. The two bodies were entwined and fingering each other with a fierceness that almost made her blush. One of the women caught her staring from across the room and as she licked her own fingers clean from their current sexual partners slick, she then motioned her finger for Ghoul to join. Ghoul didn’t bother to think twice about the proposal as she drooled a bit from the thought and as her foot was about to step forward, she was interrupted with a body crash landing into her, and she felt herself slam against the wall. The impact forced the air out of her lungs, and she felt a little dizzy as a consequence. 

She pulled herself together from the mixture of irritation and confusion and went to grab the collar of the pirate that was on the floor in front of her. They were bloodied and losing consciousness but still stood to try to start a fight with her but instead of succeeding she threw them away from her. Her attention was focused on trying to remove the one imbecile that she didn’t realize the main culprit of this distraction was charging at her with a broken bottle. It was an instinctual reaction to redirect the assailant's arm that held the weapon and to spin smoothly around them with a twist of her right foot. Intoxicated or not Ghoul’s body was ingrained to react quickly, and it was the only thing she ever appreciated about her upbringing. She still hated Ryujin industries with a passion and was more than glad to never have to come in contact with Imada ever again. However, in this instance she was grateful that instead of wasting away on those streets of Neon City she actually acquired this useful skill.

Ghoul was behind the pirate that charged her and kicked the back of their knees to force them to lose their balance. A grunt came out of them with the pressure Ghoul applied against them and she took slight satisfaction from how easy it was going to be to toy with this loser. The pirate tried to over-correct themselves to turn around and swing at Ghoul, but she managed to use the force of her elbow to tip them over enough to initiate their downfall. Before they could get back up Ghoul grabbed their dark brown hair and slammed their face into the floor with a force that had the pirate’s head bounce back into her hand. She was breathing a bit heavier but there was a rush and a tingle that flooded her body from the events. Ghoul could feel the energy of the room start to affect her as well as if she was in one of the cage matches. There was slight movement underneath her crouched position over the body and to make certain Ghoul would no longer have to deal with this person, she repeated the gruesome blow till she was certain they were left unconscious. There was a small pool of blood that started to expand from around the head of the foe she just knocked out and there was a moment of uncertainty and even apathy of whether she killed this captain or not.

Ghoul rose from her position and her eyes immediately scanned the room to see if those lovely women were still willing to offer her that invitation. Her entire being was itching to have a good time. The intense closeness her body felt with Delgado the previous night had fanned a flame that had her body aching for that immense release. None of these drugs or fights were going to provide her with the satisfying feeling her body was in search for now. She considered the offer he had given her previously but feared allowing her guard down with Delgado. She knew it would lead her to an unsavory spot in her current fucked situation. 

There was a sense of unbridled ambition about him that lured her into him and if Ghoul was not careful, she would get lost within him for infinity. 

When their mouths connected something inside of her wanted to fall into him so effortlessly that it was like she was a different being in space and time. It was smarter for her to ease her current need with a casual fling with those beautiful ladies to sate her appetite. It would at least put her in the clear headspace she needed for whatever came next on The Key. Delgado did promise her that their conversation was not over and it was only a matter of time before she had to carefully explain herself. A smile crept on her face at the thought of telling Delgado that the knife was just a guilty kink of hers to convince him that she was not actually trying to murder him.

There was a loud presence that pierced the room and it interrupted Ghoul’s search for the two lovely captains. Her thoughts about what would happen to her next ended quickly and her focus was on the new focus in the room. Naeva pushed through the brawling crowd looking infuriated beyond belief, perhaps homicidal herself. Her braids seem to stand up on her own head and she immediately was trying to break up a few of the fights that were around her. Slowly the people who were around her started to notice the second in command’s presence but it wasn’t enough for Naeva. She lifted her gun into the air and fired off several shots that began to quiet the entirety of The Last Nova.

“Now I know you all aren’t acting like fucking fools and destroying the one bar we have on The Key!” She howled into the crowd and the various bloodied and bruised pirates’ attention turned to her. Once she was certain she had just about everyone’s attention she started to spew out commands to people around her.

“If you don’t want to end up dead by the end of the night then you mother fuckers better start cleaning up this mess and lick your wounds.”

Ghoul watched as everyone started to delegate the tasks with one another and she thought that perhaps it would be a great time to slip out before she was seen. She wiped her hands off onto the shirt she was loaned by Delgado and noticed how torn and bloodied she had gotten from the few scuffles she already had. The thought crossed her mind that she was overdue for a shower and since the majority of The Key was in here with their tails between their legs it would be a perfect time to go and have a minute to herself. She still needed to clear her head and release the burning ache within her body.  

“Now who started this fucking mess?” Naeva demanded from everyone at the bar and no one seemed to have any answers. That was the final sign Ghoul needed to get the hell out of the room before she was snitched on. Plus, there were more important things for her to deal with. She began to move her way towards the back entry of the bar and she grabbed two shot glasses that were left unbothered and threw back the harsh liquor. The shots slid their way down her throat with haste, burning her esophagus and sending a chill down her spine. The shots put a pep in her step she could feel she needed after the last few days. Ghoul managed to slither through the back door and as she spun around to move ahead her eyes were met with a familiar honey brown eyes that had a scar on the right one.

“Going somewhere?” The husky piqued voice asked curiously, and he gave her that foxlike cunning grin of his. Delgado was standing in front of Ghoul and accompanied with him were two of his armed men and of all people, Mathis. She forced a smile as casual as his deceptive grin was before she answered. * * * *

The rest can be read on Ao3 due to the explicit nature of the story. Thank you for your continued support.

[toxiclizardwrites]

YOU JUST REMINDED ME TO DO THIS. For the WIP game, you KNOW I gotta hear about Tattoo. Pleeaasseeeee and thanks. :)

Your wish is my command! It is a WIP, but here is an excerpt:

Delgado and I walked into the room, and I immediately took a seat on the raised black leather chair in the center.

“There's even an actual tattoo chair, impressive,”

Delgado chuckled. “It was here when we found this starstation. I guess the UC has an affinity for tattoos as well.”

His eyes scanned my body carefully, like an artist surveying their canvas, taking in every detail and making mental notes about every curve and imperfection. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I knew he was just trying to see where I would get my tattoo, but there’s just something about those amber eyes that melts your composure.

“Where do you want it?” the question pulled me back into reality.

“I was thinking on my side,” I said, pointing to the area just beside my right breast and slightly under my arm.

His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “It’ll be hidden, are you sure?”

I nodded and focused on his eyes. “It won't be hidden from everyone.”

His grin widened. “Sure, if that's what you want, let's get started.” he took of his jacket and placed it on a countertop, revealing a black fitted t-shirt underneath.

I slowly lifted my shirt off my body, and placed it at the end of the chair. I leaned back and shifted my weight to get comfortable.

“You’ll have to take your bra off as well,”

I hesitated. It was difficult enough being in front of Delgado with just my bra and pretending it was no big deal, but completely topless? My face turned red. “Can't you just move the side of it?” I asked.

“No, it's too tight against your body, I need a clear space to work or it's going to look like shit,” he replied, busying himself with the ink, cloths, and other supplies that he would need to complete the tattoo.

“Ok, fine,” I said, trying not to make it sound like I cared.

I reached back to unhook the clasp at the back, arching my chest forward to make it easier to reach. Delgado didn't seem like he was paying attention, still fussing with the supplies on a nearby table with his back turned to me.

Holding the cups in place, I leaned back. “That should be good, right?”

He turned to see me laying on the chair. His eyes scanned me for a moment.

“It’ll do,” Delgado said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. He sat down on a wheeled stool and scooted it close to me, pulling along an old surgical tray with him that also had wheels. On top of the tray was the tattoo gun, some cloths, and a bottle with some distilled water in it. He was close now, his chest inches away from my bare skin. I could smell his earthy Cologne and feel the heat emanating from his body on my own.

He turned to get a cloth, and used a bottle to wet it. He brought the cloth to the side of my body, the cold liquid causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. He wiped the area gently and purposefully, his fingers gently brushing the side of my breast. The feel of the cloth and the pressure of his fingers against my skin sent a sudden jolt of pleasure though my body, one that took everything in me to not show. I swallowed.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded.

[loriane-elmuerto]

Obi-Wan x Aminata (sw) / Johnny x Inara (mk) Halsin x Gilriel (bg3) / Shanks x Carmen (op)

got tagged by @risingsh0t, @imogenkol, @crownrots, @rhettsabbott, @frankwoods, and @cryptcombat to do this picrew and sincerely from the bottom of my heart. I'm kissing u all thank you so much FOR GIVING ME THISSSS

gonna tag (taglist to opt in/out for future content if you want!):

@shellibisshe, @rolangf, @ghostfvcker, @roofgeese

@queennymeria, @florbelles, @jackiesarch

@countessrooster, @lucky-107, @unholymilf

@cptcassian, @thedeadthree, @belorage

and anyone else who wants to participate!

[lover-also-fighter-also]

MEET MY MC

Hi y'all,

I have been waiting to create an MC profile for my HSS:CA MC, and finally I got the time to do it today. Hope you like it!

MILA DELGADO

Birthday: 15th April, 2002

Meaning of name: In Spanish, it means the miracle, or in Russian it means gracious and dear one.

Pronouns: She/Her (cis-woman)

Sexuality: Biromantic and Bisexual

Personality:

Dorky, clumsy, funny, and emotional. She is quick to anger and easy to please.

Has a very strong sense of justice, and can snap when the injustice is happening in front of her.

Does not hesitate to get into conflicts when the person being disturbed is a person she loves.

Family:

Biological Family: Alan Park (Father), Faith Park (Mother), Carlos (Twin Brother), Wendy Park (Paternal Aunt)

Adopted Family: Greg Delgado (Adopted Father), Rita Delgado (Adopted Mother).

Backstory (TW: mentions of Death) :

Mila was born in London, 3 1/2 minutes before her twin, Carlos. When she was 1, Faith and Alan meet with an accident where a drunk truck driver crashes into their car, leading to their death on-spot. She and Carlos were put in foster care system after nobody in their family was able to take them in, and they were adopted 2 years later by Greg and Rita Delgado in Cedar Cove.

Ethnicity: She is half-Asian and half-white from her biological family, and her adoptive family are Spanish.

Hobbies:

Other than play acting, improv and method acting, she is a really good singer and can pick up any kind of tune.

Baking is her comfort activity and additionally she loves to help out at the Golden Griddle.

She has a favorite activity with each person she hangs out with: With Carlos its basketball, Skye its drawing, Rory its video games and with Ajay its watching movies.

Love life:

As a kid, she hung out with Rory a lot since he was the only other kid in the neighborhood who was her age. For a while, she crushed on him till 5th grade, but grew out of the crush after middle school and admired him more as a good friend.

Her feelings for Skye grew, and they become official after the winter term of their freshman year. They end up going to different colleges in New York, with Mila majoring in Acting and Skye in Tech.

As per my HC, Mila proposes marriage to Skye at the end of their senior year of college, but they don't get married until two years later.

Other Facts:

Mila starts exploring Gothic fashion and music after she starts hanging out with Skye.

She has a deathly fear of rodents and rodent-like creatures, that sometimes Carlos takes advantage of.

The first play she acted in was 'The Hare and the Tortoise' in kindergarten.

She had a space obsession as a kid, and insisted her parents that her room walls be painted black. Eventually she had to settle with glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling.

Tagging: @cadybear420 @choicesficwriterscreations @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor for this MC profile.

[aro-pancake-writes]

Wait...

It's Wednesday? Ooh!

It's time!

WIP Wednesday!

It's a short one, as it came with a small burst of creativity and energy last night. And thank you to @atonalginger for the laughs and ideas!

Bonus: I finally made a new OC! Her name is Penelope (yes, because of Odysseus wife), the pronouns are she/her, and she's Charlie's little sister.

[title TBD]

“My darling Penelope…” Delgado says, pulling his lover closer to his side, and giving her a kiss.

“Del, what are you doing?” Penny giggles at the care. He's so different when they're alone, and she revels in the attention he has only for her.

“Caring for my lady, as usual.” He offers her a chocolate lab, that Penny takes a generous bite off.

She couldn't be more entranced and in love.

Del gently tucks her black hair behind her ear, pulling her for a proper passionate kiss, when the shooting starts outside his door.

He barely has the time to stop and turn when the door opens and a looming figure stands at the passage.

“Penelope, that's the last straw.” They say, stepping in.

The bright pink hair is unknown, but there's something about their eyes as they look at Penny, something tired, above all.

“But Charlie…” Penny tries to argue, only to be held by the arm and pulled away. She can hold on to the bedsheets and wrap it around her body before getting out, thankfully.

“No buts, Penny.” Charlie drags her through the Key, towards their ship. “I told you a million times already, do not get involved with those pirates.”

“You only care because your husband has a big name, Charlie.” Penny argues and digs her heels on the floor. She knows that her sibling cares about her safety, but the way they do it is borderline extreme.

“Penny, I swear to… whatever there is out there.” Charlie tugs at her again.

“That's it.” Delgado appears, behind them, and grabs Penny by the waist, safely away from her captor.

“Oh, don't you start, pirate boy.” Charlie mocks, pulling out their Deadeye. “Give me back my sister, and I'll let you live.” The gun goes straight to Del's face.

In this moment, Penny notices three things:

First, Del is barely dressed, probably due to rushing in after them.

Second, whatever pirates are within range to see them, are hidden wherever they can. In fear of Charlie or Del, she doesn't know

And finally, that they're near Jazz’s. Naeva and Jazz are sitting at Jazz’s table, watching with absolute focus and curiosity, while eating some… popcorn?

“And what if she wants to stay, huh?” Del questions Charlie, who in turn leans over the side to look down at Penny.

“My sister. My responsibility.” Charlie says, cocking their gun and maintaining eye contact with Penny. “You, to the ship. And you, Delgado, if I feel in the force that you're anywhere near Penny, I'll castrate you myself.”

Charlie grabs Penny one more time, and manages to toss her over their shoulder.

“Why, you brute!” Penny screeches, pounding at her siblings back. “I can walk by myself!”

“Penny, I will not tell you again to stay away from him.” Charlie sighs, stepping into their ship and locking the door, while telling Sam to undock.

[silurisanguine]

Sunday Snippet

Tagging the Coemancer Crew as always, @vorchagirl @despicablediet plus anyone else who'd like to share a snippet from their latest WIP. No pressure! This is a rough from a future chapter of Chasing Your Star Until I Reach Home.

As they hurried back to the Cora's Revenge, Seren almost skidded to a halt when she caught sight of two people she'd hoped to avoid when coming to this place. Delgado and Naeva talking to each other casually, obviously waiting for Sam to return to his ship. Seren bristled under her armour but stayed silent, hoping Sam would be able to talk his way off the station without causing a scene. Though it was very clear to her he wasn't happy either, the fact he still had his rifle unholstered was testament to that. She doubted he would openly attack Delgado...Naeva on the other hand... Delgado was the first to notice them both and made eye contact with Sam, crossing his arms and glaring.

”I thought I told you it was best you stay off the station for the time being?” Delgado looked the same as he did in Seren’s universe, though if anything the circles under his eyes were more obvious. Seemed the weight of leading a strange rebellion with less than enthusiastic soldiers was wearing at him.

"Just picking up some supplies Del, then I'll be out of your hair.” Sam sounded cheerful, but he still hadn't holstered his rifle from before when he stood in front of them both. Mainly because Naeva hadn't taken her eyes off Seren and was staring daggers at her, whilst twirling a very real dagger in her hands. Delgado's second stepped forward jabbing the dagger like a finger at Seren, who remained calm even as she clenched her fist ready to use one of her powers.

"That's her Del. You bitch! You trapped us on Vectera. Took Lin two hours to get us out of that hab.” Naeva spat the words out, her sneer even worse now there was a harsh scar pulling at her top lip.

"I’d have done the same honestly.” Sam chuckled as Delgado placed a hand in front of Naeva to stop her lunging forward. The pirate woman spat at Seren’s feet, her displeasure at being held back obvious.

"So she’s with you now Coe? Guess her services are more than just mercenary.”

Naeva tried making a show of looking Seren up and down, but the nervousness that came off the woman was so obvious for Seren to feel, so she made a point of keeping her helm opaque so as not to let the woman see her face. She knew how intimidating her armour could be, even with the robes that now covered the strange metal. She saw Sam shake his head and place all his weight on one hip, still acting casual at a glance, but Seren knew he was wired to act on a second if needed.

"I wouldn’t make her an enemy Naeva. She's an enemy of the UC and an ally to us, plus you threatened her when you first found her. What the fuck did you think she'd do? Just be glad she let you live." He stepped slightly in front of Seren which made her grin behind her helm, he was protecting her again?

"I can speak for myself Sam.” She said, her voice echoing so it made her sound sinister within the confines of the station. Raising her hand to let it bristle with ice cold sunless space energy, she looked directly at the pirate woman who took a step back when she saw the ice ball forming in her hand.

"Ms Mora.  You may test your assumptions at your convenience.”

"Enough!” Delgado brought his hand to his temple and rubbed it, obviously staving off a headache. “Coe, I dont care who you ally with if it helps us. But…do you have an update for me regarding what you are meant to be doing? Is Victis planning an attack here?”

Seren moved her head imperceptibly from Naeva to Sam, her worry hidden by her helmet. That’s what he was doing? Sarah had to know, she was no fool.

"Cant say…boss. The General is tight lipped at the Lodge and she has her robot guarding her office day and night.” Sam lent on one hip again, seemingly not bothered by the way Naeva was still looking daggers at them both. The obvious disdain in the way he said boss was not lost on Seren either, so she kept her guard up. “What I have heard let slip through her lapdog Barrett is Victis is getting bored of playing nice. He cant use his ideal weapon on us here and knows it, but I have a feeling he plans to cut us off from our supplies by targeting them. Here’s all the evidence I was able to get, including a possible planned attack on Neon.“ He handed a slate to Delgado who took it and showed Naeva. She took her eyes off the pair to read it and almost growled before standing up straight, tucking the dagger back into her thigh holster.

[atonalginger]

Delgado and Bella is a cover pose for Work-Life Balance

special shoutout to @fangbangerghoul for those tour pictures of the Key. That Command Center shot was perfect to get the background I wanted for this pic.

[fangbangerghoul]

WOW ITS HERE, FINALLY!! LOOK AT ME GO!!!

MINORS DNI, 18+

Fleeting Pleasures

Chapter 7: No Rest for the Wicked Ghoul has confessed her sins to Delgado while Andreja and Sam finally have a real lead to bring themselves closer to their captain. Our characters stories are getting closer to tying back together once again and wow there are some misconceptions for both parties.

Fanart of our dear, sweet innocent Ghoul below: -by me

Ao3 Link

No Rest for the Wicked

Tap. Tap. Tap. His fingers struck the edge of the control panel in front of him rhythmically waiting for the call to come through. He was hyper aware that it would and he was surprised the Chair didn’t come here to lecture them herself. Andreja sat to the left of Sam, engrossed in her tablet as she exchanged notes and intel with Vlad to decipher some of the Crimson Fleet messages they had gathered. On the surface they seemed like garbled nonsense but Sam was no stranger to cracking ciphered messages from his youth. 

“How much of the truth are you going to tell her this time Sam?” Andreja muttered sarcastically into the silence and Sam couldn’t tell if it was rhetorical or not. 

“That makes it sound like you are accusing me of lying to Ms. Morgan.” Sam’s mouth twisted into an unappreciated smirk. He wasn’t too keen on having this conversation with her again. The months were starting to add more pressure on the delicate relationship they had to begin with. “I never lied to her.” 

“Yet, you never told her about the fact that we have had no communication with our Captain for 3 months now.” Andreja’s rigidness in her voice reflected how she felt about their actions for the past few months. Her tolerance for Sam’s deceitfulness towards the others was drawing to an end and he knew that. It was over when she went behind his back to tell Sarah the missing details.  

“She knows, to an extent.” Sam exasperated while his head was trying to remember which parts of the truth he had hidden from Constellation. There was a moment in his pursuit to find their friend where he crossed the line and instead of thinking rationally like he normally would he let his emotions take over. The results of that broken boundary were bloody knuckles and a dead man underneath him.

“I mentioned communications were spotty when I decided to drop off Cora.” He muttered back to her in defense as if that should have been enough. They both knew it wasn’t. 

“Sam, we have been chasing leads for months now with no hope of getting any closer. It is time we ask for help.” Andreja demanded, her voice breaking into a higher pitch from the stress. She had circles under her eyes but they both did and the wear and tear from stress and being continuously on the go was getting to them. Burning them out even. Sam conceited with his hands held up and tried to turn his body in another direction to find something else to distract himself. 

Sam’s chest felt heavy and to relieve some of the pressure he let out a large sigh. The way his chest expanded with his lungs and then released had him feeling some of the soreness that ached in a few of his muscles. The last ship they infiltrated had more bodies on it and for once Sam wasn’t 100% sure if he was going to make it out of that one. It was one thing to be doubtful of his abilities and another to just be statistically out matched. Andreja came through with her viciousness and all of the excessive training she had been pouring her energy into.

“And this is for the Carmilla file?” An unfamiliar voice spoke in a low volume and Sam perked up realizing that Andreja was whispering to someone. The way the name was said made him suspicious of the conversation along with the fact she never brought up the fact she wanted to have a private call. Andreja had whispered to the other line but he couldn’t quite make out what she was discussing and that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle in alert. Andreja tried to look within her peripheral vision to discreetly see if Sam was listening but then she very carefully tried to wrap up her conversation.

“What’s the Carmilla file? Is it another lead?” He asked with hope that perhaps it was more useful information than compared to what they had managed to gather thus far. The both of them were keeping the vagueness of the intel they received from Sarah because what they really had was nothing, just hunches. Several hunches that seemed like miscellaneous puzzle pieces that almost fit together but couldn't quite stick. Andreja and Sam had been using the coordinates and data from each of the ships they raided and interrogated to map out possible routes the Crimson Fleet frequented in hopes that maybe that was the key to all of the pieces and leads. 

“Yes and no.” Andreja said very carefully, her mouth slightly parting as if she wanted to add something but the words wouldn’t come out. 

“Well, if it’s going to help. I’d like to know. It’s not like I’ve kept any information from you.” He gritted his teeth trying to not let his quick temper get the best of him. He hated how easy it was for him to get riled up nowadays but even with the thought of something possibly being kept from him raised a special kind of hurt and anger within him. 

“Carmilla is Ghoul’s given name.” She caved to his questioning in a hushed tone as if there was someone else listening on the ship. “Delgado has been requesting information on that name in particular. Which means somehow, he knows it.” 

“Carmilla?” Sam said the name and it flowed off his tongue like sweet wine. He repeated the name within his thoughts a few times, becoming acquainted with it and trying to add it to the familiar face he would often think of. Ghoul, Carmilla, his captain, all titles to a person who was shrouded with mystery and never bothered to share much of herself with anyone. At least not often with him.

“How do you know it? I never even heard the commander refer to her as anything other than Ghoul.” Sam’s eyebrow peaked, skeptical of Andreja. The SysDef never seemed inclined to use that name and they knew practically everything albeit the information was occasionally out of date. 

“She told me, privately, when we were in each other's company.” Andreja looked away, seeming embarrassed by the confession and that gave Sam feelings he couldn’t even explain to himself. That was when a darker realization started to spread into his head like a swarm of Flying Leeches that infected the air space of his mind. It was a flash of an image, a scene of her tied, breathing heavily, and badly injured. Delgado stands over her starved and broken body, forcing her to confess to him. Sam felt he was going to bubble over with flames and fury before he tried to confirm this fear, “How did he find out?” 

“I’m….I’m not sure honestly.” Andreja said in a hushed voice her eyes becoming distant, possibly coming to the same conclusions. Sam saw her start to fidget with the tablet within her hand before she began to make herself look as if she was pulling up information she had been gathering. “She said, only her adopted mother knew.” 

“Imada?” He said with displeasure remembering that conversation with disdain. That particular event in Neon that correlated with the thought was when she acted impulsively and put the rock Walter and the Constellation wanted over her own damn life. He felt more of his anger start to spread to his temples, his knuckles whitened. The rage he felt over the things he had seen her go through and the possibility that Delgado was making her go through even worse. If given the chance Sam planned to kill that man with his bare hands over principle. 

“The information that has been traveling between the Fleet and their spies has been extensive. I might have their next location pinpointed. I planned to send the information to Vlad for him to look it over.” Andreja’s eyebrows were drawn together the more she read what was on the tablet in front of her and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask her anymore.  

“What do you think it says?” Sam pushed for the information and even though he looked calm on the outside he was feeling the mask slowly start to slip away. Every thought he had was a question or a concern and he felt his body energize with all of the frustration and tension that he had accumulated over the past three months. Sarah would be calling them soon and he needed to breathe before she would. His boots clamored on the metal floor of the ship while he now started to pace back and forth, breathing and trying to soothe the ever-present anger that ate at him. 

“It’s strange because it gives out the location of The Sondor but it is followed by announcing a public execution. Which is absolutely unheard of according to some of the contacts I have been in touch with.” The pieces of their puzzle were looking more and more foreign to each other. 

“Public execution?” Sam couldn’t stop the growl that came from his throat when he repeated the notion back to her. It was not the usual style of the Crimson Fleet and he felt a pit in his stomach. “Delgado could be making an example out of her, for the UC SysDef and anyone else who tried to infiltrate The Key.”

Andreja just nodded slowly refusing to hold eye contact with him as if it made the situation any less real. Sam couldn’t hold his mind to the present and he felt himself slip into a disassociated headspace. 

Sam blamed himself for a lot of things. Blamed himself for not being more honest with Constellation who, as he would say himself, was basically his family. He felt guilt for leaving Cora behind when he swore, he would take her everywhere no matter what. This blame would turn to guilt that spun into frustration and eventually led to a deep bubbling pit of anger within himself. A growing bubbling pit of flame and fury that wanted to exit his being with haste as it eroded his insides. The vicious cycle he felt his emotions go through was wearing him down but every time he felt himself ready to turn in the towel there would be a glimmer of hope. ‘She was alive,’ or ‘These coordinates brought us that much closer’ something would drag him back to the original mission and that was bringing Ghoul back from hell. Or Carmilla. The thought of the name left a sour taste in his mouth, it was another example of the walls she placed around herself when he was too close. Another reminder he was always one step behind or just out of reach of all the things he cared and longed for. 

“Sam?” Andreja’s voice was distant but the void of space he found himself staring into was now present in his consciousness and he blinked himself back onto the ship. His eyes turned to her now worried and grimace expression while her eyes checked him over to see if the lights were still on upstairs. 

“Yeah?” His voice sounded far away to himself and he cleared his throat in an attempt to call it back home. “I got lost in thought.” 

“Sarah is going to be calling in any second, are you going to be able to talk to her about this?”

“Yeah, of course.” Sam rolled his shoulders as if he was pushing his problems off his back. 

“Sam-.” Andreja began to say something but a small arrangement of melodic beeps interrupted her and she looked more defeated as usual. They both knew what the notification was and a part of Sam wanted to try to avoid this conversation all together but he knew he had a lot to answer to and he could at least be a man about it. Not run whenever the Chair of the Constellation was going to give him a lecture worse than any of the ones he ever received from his father. He accepted the call and Sarah Morgan was on screen, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed, and more stress lines than Sam thought he had ever seen on her face. 

“Are these reports real? Am I to believe that two members of Constellation have gone on a pirate killing spree?” There was an incredulous tone within Sarah’s rhetorical questions. No greeting just straight to the point as she seemed to reread the slate in front of her. There wasn’t any real way of denying her questions and it was clear how she lunged in at the start of the conversation they weren’t going to be allowed the chance to try. Her blonde hair and poised stature was visible on the screen as her face scrunched together more and more by the minute. Sam was in no position to disagree with her. He knew the consequences but that voice in the back of his head also wanted to say 'damn the consequences’. The SysDef refused to save their own agent and no one knew the actual condition their captain was in.  

“We did what we had to. A lot of those ships left us no other choice-.”

“Choice? The choice should have been coming back to The Lodge so we could plan a course of action!” She interrupted him immediately and it packed quite a bite. “If you two would have told me the gravity of the situation months….and seriously MONTHS AGO? It could have been dealt with properly. Not to have Delgado and his Fleet of pirates’ keen on killing the both of you now!” 

“There’s nothing I can say that will change the decisions we ultimately made.'' Andreja spoke out loud and looked between the screen that displayed Sarah and where Sam stood looking hesitant to speak. Sam knew the hesitance was mostly because it was her idea to come to Sarah earlier on and Sam refused. “However, we both came to the conclusion that less members involved is safer for Constellation.” 

“That’s not your decision to make.” Sarah’s voice was like a calm fury now. Her blue eyes trying to penetrate the screen that was between her and them to burn holes into their heads. “You both are representative of what it means to be a member of Constellation. As of lately you both have made choices that are no better than the pirates you have been trying to go up against. I expect you two back to The Lodge immediately.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Sam said halfheartedly. His body was stiff as he tried to look convincing. He didn’t have any plans of going back immediately but she didn’t need to know. One more lie wasn’t going to affect anything. “I may have not made the most respectable choices lately but you have to know I did it for Ghoul, for Constellation. And I would do it for any of the others.” 

“Trust me. I know that.” Sarah's exasperated and it seemed to release some of the fumes that were burning within her eyes earlier. “We look out for one another together. You of all people should have known that and out of everyone I expect you to operate with better caution.”  

Sam felt the sting of disappointment from her words and he sucked in his breath. He knew his actions were far beyond what he normally would do. He could see himself from the outside, worn down, tired, battered and all for one person. He also knew he would do it again in a heartbeat for her and he wasn’t sure if that made him insane or something entirely else. 

“Yeah. We can talk more about the situation when we get there.” He said trying to wrap up the call to end it already. He felt his fist tighten from the tension of the situation. He was having to lie to someone he respected again but he knew if The Sondor led them to Ghoul it could finally be over. 

“I have organized most of the intel and other information we have gathered on the situation. So, I will share that with everyone when we reach the Lodge.” Andreja added her focus torn between the conversation and the tablet in her hand. Sarah ended the call after saying a few more things for Andreja to focus on but as soon as he was sure it was completely over he turned to her.

“You are probably going to have to go ahead without me.” Sam told Andreja once the room fell silent. 

“Yeah right. After all this time?” Andreja rolled her eyes at him, a sight he never thought he would ever see from the likes of her. “To the Sondor?”  

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Delgado heard the water turn on from afar as he still focused on calming his temper, his breathing. He was angry, livid, at the truth that spilled from her mouth. She was a traitor all along and she slipped past his defenses so easily. It was shameful for him to think about and the hit in his pride just consumed his thoughts. He stood in his room looking out the window to the black sea of stars that was out there tapping his foot while his jaw felt so tight and rigid. She had a hold over him that he was trying to shake off. Her whimpers, the way her mouth and skin tasted, everything about her had him feeling like he could lose himself inside of her for hours more. Delgado knew he was rough with her, not as rough as he could have been. She took all of him, submitted to him even if it was in exchange for her own sweet release, and watching her underneath him was sublime.

‘That fucking bitch’ The thought repeated within his mind in annoyance and frustration. Delgado was trying to think of anything else but then he heard her faintly get into his personal shower and soft whine came from her. A whine probably from the pain and soreness within her tender muscles, he thought begrudgingly. He was able to tell she hadn’t cleaned herself in a few days with how much blood and dirt was caked onto her skin and in her hair. Delgado wondered if Ghoul even ate in the last few days. Several of his assigned contacts that kept tabs for him within The Key would always comment on the obscene amount of aurora she had been ingesting, something that needed to end if he was going to utilize her to her fullest potential. 

Delgado knew he couldn’t kill her. He acknowledged if she was anybody else, he would without a second thought. The UC had made several attempts in the past to get past the defenses of the Crimson Fleet and most were painfully obvious from any perspective that wasn’t military. The last attempt the man had faltered so easily with his lies and his attempts to be something he was not. After the third time hesitating with an order Delgado was swift to fire his gun directly into the traitor's head. It was as if she belonged within the Fleet and everything about her was the complete opposite of what the UC SysDef’s or Ranger’s could ever produce. Ghoul was a wild card, she did not shy from violence or moral ambiguity, and at the end of the day was more ruthless than some of the members he had with him over the years.

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the water in the bathroom was no longer running and he heard soft steps creep into his room. That was when Delgado turned to see her naked body and reddish-brown hair dripping wet and it reminded him of a painting he saw in his parents’ house long ago. A memory so far back he never thought of it to resurface ever again. She stopped in her tracks and he noticed how relaxed the muscles in her shoulders were compared to when he normally saw her. Her confidence transcended the room and Delgado felt himself catch his breath even if his mind was still consumed with her betrayal. 

“About time, you reeked like an animal.” He wanted to make his annoyance with her known and dragged out the emphasis of the insult. Delgado was unwilling to waver from his anger towards her not just yet. She gave him one of her lazy, bored looks. Her skin was decorated with all the marks he left on her and the water glistened off of her perfectly. It was causing mixed emotions and the vortex within his mind was giving him a headache. 

“Do you need something else?” He growled as his thumb and index finger began to rub his temples for relief. It at least gave him an excuse not to look at her any longer with his furrowed brows and tense jaw line. 

“Clothes, you ruined mine and no one pays me anything because I can’t leave this fucking place to do work.” Ghoul snipped at him. Her voice was not as aggressive as she usually was but there was still that rugged undertone to her that demanded for others to steer clear from her. He understood a part of why it existed but she was still rude as fucking hell for it.

“Look over in that storage crate. I am sure there is something in there even for a traidora.” He felt his tongue roll the perfect r’s with his venom and was satisfied with the landing. Delgado watched her face pinch in annoyance and heard a soft sigh come from her and for once she didn’t bother to argue back. The lack of response had a smile tug at his lips thinking about how perhaps he should have fucked her delirious sooner. 

Delgado walked over to his night stand where an older bottle and a glass sat waiting for him every night. It was his favorite dark liquor he kept a supply of from his home planet. He fell into his nightly routine of pouring a glass and throwing back the first shot before refilling for the second time to sip on for the evening. He could feel her eyes on his back and it made the air around the skin of his torso feel colder and give him goosebumps. Instinctively he rolled his shoulders to release some of the tension he felt before he bothered to acknowledge her. 

“Am I allowed to leave or-” Before she finished with something smart to say he interrupted. 

“You are not allowed out of my sight until I decide.” He said with a sharp warning. She was silent again and this time he turned around to look at her again. She was wearing another one of his older shirts and it hung off of her cozily. He felt his groin twitch at the sight and he leaned back on the nightstand, grinding his teeth.   

She tilted her head at him as she observed what he was doing and her eyes locked onto him like a snake after something in particular. That was when Ghoul started to slowly move closer to him with her movements delicate and well thought out. He watched her curiously and sipped on his glass as she stopped only a step in front of him. She reached out unapologetically and swiped the glass from his hand and before he could protest she held her finger up at him. Delgado thought about yelling at her but decided to let her quench her thirst for the moment. She did lose quite a bit of blood because of him. 

“Are you done?” He asked her as she made a small gasp for air after downing his glass within seconds. She ignored his question and went for the bottle beside him. Delgado grabbed her wrist and stopped her within an instance. “How about you ask? Or do they not teach you manners at SysDef?” 

“The SysDef didn’t teach me anything and I am thirsty.” 

“You really do act like a fucking animal sometimes.” 

“You would know.” 

“What you should know is how lucky you are to be alive right now. I could have just placed a bullet within that thick skull of yours already and cut my losses.” Delgado sneered at Ghoul with disdain.

“It’s never too late-.”

“Cut the crap, Rook.” He used the grip on her arm to make her face him and their bodies were now close enough to touch. “Did you infiltrate My Fleet just as a death wish? Where is the ambition I see burning in your eyes when you are in the cage?”

“You act as if I wanted to be here in the first place.” She snarled at him and reaffirmed the feral nature inside her that caught his gaze in the first place. He looked at the way her lips curled and for a moment he was going to lean in and kiss them again. She had a gravitational pull on him and he wasn’t ready to satisfy it. “What part of ‘they made me’ did you not understand?” 

“For someone who was made to join the Crimson Fleet you did a helluva job getting in.” Delagdo said with a cocky grin thinking of the irony of Ghoul’s words and how her actions were the complete opposite. She was in denial of her place among the Fleet and that was something he could use to his advantage. 

“It’s not like it was hard.” She scoffed at him as she yanked her wrist back and poured the glass. Ignore the underlying threat written across his face. Delgado didn’t know what the hell he was going to do with her. He knew there were things he’d like to do to her but when it came to the Fleet only a few ideas came to mind and one of them was locking her in a room until he didn’t feel this rage when he looked upon her stupid face. He felt another rise of anger with how nonchalant she was about joining the Fleet as if there weren’t dozens of graves from those who failed to meet his standards. 

“You still have a lot to learn, Rook.” His body leaned more towards Ghoul's, their faces inches from each other’s as he towered over her. His body was stiff and rigid and he knew he was at his limit with her smart mouth, once again. 

“Enjoy the night in your cell.” He snatched the glass back from her and she gave him a stupendous look as if he just muttered gibberish to her. He walked towards the door of his room and once he reached the archway he snapped and grabbed the attention of the two men who were still dicking around with their game of cards. They did not make him wait as the two taller captains came into his room to grab Ghoul. Little did she know he already had spoken to them prior to letting her roam about and clean herself in his private quarters. There was a lot she didn’t know and that made him tickle with delight. Ghoul was thrusting herself around amazingly, having the sudden energy to try and take down the men who held her but they were now more experienced with her wild antics, enough to know when to loosen and tighten their grip on her. 

“Fuck you, Delgado! And fuck your stupid Fleet!” Ghoul screeched as the men passed him with her. She tried to lunge at him but he only laughed at her attempts. 

“Now you are starting to sound more like a real traitor. Maybe in the morning I will find it in myself to forgive you but for now, enjoy your cold, dull evening bitch.” He slammed the door in her face and tried to block out her loud threats and anger. He had to finish getting himself together for his meeting with his Second in Command.

[toxiclizardwrites]

Snippet Sunday

It's been a looong time, but chapter 11 of Love and Rage is very close to being done! I took some liberties with the standard Crimson Fleet questline here, but the main outcomes are still the same.

*******Some spoilers below for the "Absolute Power" quest of the Crimson Fleet questline below!*****

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Here's the snippet:

It was easy enough to sneak through the facility, but finding the blueprints? Not easy. It seemed every computer she tried to hack led into a dead end, not enough access privileges. 

After what seemed like ages, she finally reached the power core room and accessed the terminal that held the conduction grid data. But there's a hitch: the data is encrypted. The only person who has access to this data, as it turns out, is Breyson Bayu, the not-so-well-liked younger brother of Benjamin Bayu. 

Toxic sighed and checked the map of the facility, and found that Breyson’s office was actually quite close. Sneaking around in some vents, she entered the office easily, only to find Breyson waiting behind his desk, hands up. 

Surprised, Toxic approached him, one hand behind her back ready to grab the dagger she had stopped to her leg, hidden by her dress. 

Breyson also gave her a quizzical look, but didn't put his hands down. “Easy,” he started as Toxic came closer, “I'm not your enemy, despite what it might look like from your end.” 

Toxic stopped, but her hand remained behind her back ready to grab her dagger. “Is that so?” 

Breyson shifted in his chair. “Yeah, can I put my hands down now?” 

Toxic nodded and Breyson lowered his hands, but kept them on the desk in full view. His eyes met hers. “You're not exactly what I was expecting, but you've sure caused a stir.” 

Toxic laughed. “So you know what I'm after, then?” 

He nodded. “I'm assuming you're after the conduction grid tech? I'll give it to you freely.” 

Toxic tilted her head to the side. “So willingly? But why?” 

“My brother was always the one that got everything handed to him. He was always the best, you know? And I was the fuck up.” 

“So giving me the tech is a way to get back at your brother, then?” 

Breyson sighed. “I don't want to die. Not for him. Take it and bring it to the Fleet. I'll even put in my password.” He reached over to type on the keyboard. “There.” 

Toxic walked over to the terminal and pulled out a slate to download the information on the conduction grid. Then she hesitated for a moment, but decided to run Estelle’s virus. After all, she was Toxic’s ticket out of Neon and back to Delgado, so not following her wishes wasn't really an option. 

Satisfied, Toxic turned to leave. In the end, it all seemed a bit too easy. But now it was time to meet Estelle and get off this soaked planet.

She headed to the Astral Lounge, the music thumping as she made her way to the back where the elevator to the VIP rooms were located. She slipped into the room Estelle had said she would meet her at, but something felt off. 

Before Toxic could process the feeling, a dark figure emerged from the corner of the room. Benjamin Bayu.

Toxic’s breath hitched in her throat but she knew better than to speak. The message about meeting at the lounge was a trap, something obvious that she should have realized. She mentally scolded herself as Benjamin closed the space between them. 

“The only thing I'm interested in is who is responsible for the virus” he said plainly. 

Toxic took a step back, considering her options. Taking the fall for Estelle crossed her mind. That way, Estelle would be safe and able to get back to Bessel III to meet with Delgado, even if Toxic wasn't with her. But blaming Estelle would surely mean that they'd go after her and Toxic’s only chance to get off Neon would be compromised. 

She drew in a breath. “It was me,” she said. 

Bayu snorted as if he didn't believe her, but accepted the answer nonetheless. “Fine. Here's what is going to happen. You have an hour to get out of Neon. There is a body with very convincing evidence implicating you with murder. If you stay, security will kill you rather than arrest you.” 

He looked down at his watch. “Better get moving, Fleet scum.”

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Happy Birthday @manyfandomocs

Small highlight reel of Gossip Girl crossovers because I love them​​

Carmela De Leon & Andrea Fitzpatrick Colette Garrel-Waldorf x Wesley Dawson Kyla Keller & Natalia Finch Mercedes Delgado x Lorenzo Waters Olivia Olsen x Matthew Porter Valentina Wolfe x Gavin Cohen

Happy birthday Charlie!! I'm so glad to have gotten to know you over the past year, you're a wonderful creator and such such such an incredible person! I hope you have a fantastic year!

[x3no9]

Here is a new pairing from me... Starfield OC, Heinrich with Delgado , the Crimson Fleet Captain. Honestly made Heinrich far too effeminate but it is OK. Delgado probably likes them pretty lol.

I went overboard with different versions here.

[lover-also-fighter-also]

So I got into a mood for some writing, and wrote this letter as what Mila would write to Skye, proposing marriage to her at the end of their senior year in college.

I apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes.

Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for this piece of work.

[amethystmoonsims]

Levi and Rowan

@ushapixels

[endlessly-cursed]

OC x OC Love Interests

Heads up: all my OCs are bi until proven otherwise (meaning there isn't a sexuality set for them yet)

I. The Founders Era

Soledad Delgado (b.968) fc: Irene Escolar

She's immortal

Ambitious, will get her way no matter what

Is loyal to nobody but herself for centuries

Is still alive in the modern era

Wants power

Kenna Thorne (b. c980/90) fc: Ivana Baquero

Daughter of Luxia

Warrior

Enemies-to-lovers/starcrossed lovers trope

Adventurous, reckless, with a stormy temper

Xanthe Arcano (b.1240) FC: Bethany Antonia

Daughter of Zoya and Skall

Conqueror on her own right

Skalafell princess

Fiery temper, no-bullshit woman

Commits many war crimes

II. The Victorian Era

Angelique Bellerose (b.1878) FC: Eleanor Tomlinson

Free spirited

Loves horse-riding and sports

Rich and French

Wants a storybook love

Later author of children's book

Annabel Cifuentes (b.1855) FC: Blanca Suárez

Spanish noblewoman

Ran away from arranged marriage

Divination professor

Predicted many happenings of my lore

Looking for people her age or professors at Hogwarts

III. Word War One

Corrine Lovette (b.1888) FC: Kate Beckinsale

Scientist

Literal genius

Single mother

Hyper-independent

Wants to prove herself

IV. Riddle Era

Geena Greenaway (b.1930) FC: Sevda Erginçi

Immortal

Was the wife of Henrick of Alderly and is ancestor of Naila

Has an unique power

Doesn't age ever

Looking for an epic love with someone who's her equal or willing to be her equal

Modern candidates must be over 18

V. Magic Awakened

Lucille Dubois (b.1997) FC: Valentina Zenere

Evil

Ravenclaw

Is cursed

Looking for someone who'll join her evil quest

Dies young and under mysterious circumstances

Preferences:

Stories that match

Mutuals I have less than three ships

Mutuals I haven't interacted with yet

Won't accept:

People I've blocked (this is directed)

Non-mutuals