#Look at past arlo! Look at them go! He was having so much fun!!

[arlo-rose]

2 years, 3 months, and 13 days can make a lot of difference :]

(June 23, 2022 - October 5, 2024)

[mushyblushyredhead]

DAY 6: Chase ˚✧₊⁎°.⁎⁺༚ (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

A/N: These are NOT my OCs! All credits go to my bestie on Insta, who is the rightful creator of these mentioned characters (Arlo, Vale, & Tarquin) and has let me use them for this prompt. Adorable father-son fluff ahead! (Additionally, the Inquisitor character that gets mentioned here belongs to ME. She’s my OC.)

Lee!OC (Arlo)

Ler!OC (Vale)

Words: 1,800

Summary: A certain little clone cadet decided to prank his surrogate father, not realizing the ticklish consequences that he’d have to endure right after.

“Aaaah!”

“Arlo, get back here!”

“No wahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

This playful goose chase had been going on for the past twenty minutes. Commander Vale was starting to feel exhausted, but he still had a mischievous clone kid to catch.

Earlier that day, Vale’s adopted clone trooper son, Arlo, kept begging him to do something fun with him as he was bored. Vale tried to assure Arlo that he would have time for fun later as he still had a bunch of “boring adult data pads” to fill out. But Arlo was impatient. He had been itching to spend some quality time together with his surrogate father ever since his dad’s team came back from another long mission fighting the scary Sith Lord Inquisitor he heard the other troopers talk about.

But that always made Arlo confused because he could’ve sworn he heard his father sigh fondly at the Inquisitor’s profile picture on the monitors. And the way he sometimes talked about her to his Jedi best friend, Tarquin, it almost sounded like he…liked her?

Whatever the kriff Vale had going on with that Sith Lord was none of his business. All Arlo cared about was catching up with his space papa, and hopefully getting to do something fun with him.

But when all his pouting, whining, and even fake tears didn’t work, Arlo huffed to himself. How was he supposed to feel like he had a dad if Vale could never have time for him anymore?

As Arlo paced around the Rebellion base, looking for something to do, a rare streak of mischief suddenly struck him. It orbited around his head like a TIE fighter, the way all great ideas do. Certainly this particular playful idea wouldn’t go unnoticed by Vale.

And so, here was where the cheeky little clone was at; currently being chased by his not-so-pleased father. Arlo decided it would be hilarious to not only snag his papa’s com link and impersonate him on the team’s channel, but to also decorate his helmet with stick on googly eyes and glittery stickers.

The wild goose chase continued; Arlo hopping over tables and any other obstacles while Vale was starting to lose his breath at this point. How in the Galaxy was this kid able to outrun him with all of Vale’s experience chasing opponents and being chased by enemies that were much bigger than him? Being out-runned by a small clone trooper kid wasn’t the best look for his reputation.

If this kid is going to tire me out by having me chase him all day, then I better tire him out first! Vale thought. But how? Every breathless threat he threw at him just made Arlo giggle more. Obviously, he wasn’t going to take him seriously in this position. Unless…

Arlo skidded to a stop, laughing at his breathless panting father yards behind him. “Haha! You can’t even keep up!”

“Maybe…not…right now, but…in a few seconds…you won’t be able to run anymore.”

“Huh?” Arlo tilted his head like a curious tooka. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” Vale slowly lifted his head, revealing the devilish grin. He flexed his fingers, wiggling them like claws. “You have ten seconds to run before I catch you! And if I do catch you, then…” he wiggled his fingers again.

That was Arlo’s cue to take off running again. Except this time, he wasn’t running as fast or feeling so confident anymore. He knew that look, far too well. He should’ve expected Vale to resort to that for his prank. But did he really want to get away that badly? Maybe. But maybe not too much?

“…Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

“Arlo!”

“Get awahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then why are you still running?”

“‘Cause you keep chahahasing me!”

A couple times, Vale almost succeeded in grabbing the smaller clone, but he purposely let him slip past his hands at the last second to keep the game going. He had to admit, he didn’t want this playful moment to end so quickly. The work he needed to finish on the data pad was important, but not as important as this right now.

After a few more turns, Arlo hit a dead end. He frantically whipped around, but his only exit escape was blocked by Vale. He was trapped.

As a last resort, he shakily held out his hands in defense as Vale cornered him. Vale raised an eyebrow. “You really think that’s going to stop me?”

Arlo giggled nervously. “Mahahaybe?”

Vale just shook his head and made a grab for the small boy. Arlo shrieked as he was hoisted up and tossed over Vale’s shoulder. He kicked his legs and pounded his little fists against Vale’s back. “Puhut me dohohown!”

“Oh sure, I’ll put you down,” Vale said, entering his own quarters. He dumped Arlo unceremoniously onto the bed. “All right, spill it.”

“W-Whahat?” Arlo sat up.

“What’s this wild chase really about, hm? You don’t usually pull these kinds of shenanigans unless you’re with your teammates—which you aren’t right now. So what’s up?”

Arlo fell quiet. “Well…I don’t know.”

“C’mon, try me.”

The little clone sighed. “Okay…I guess because I just wanted to spend time with you. Y’know, fun time like we used to do. I know you have your missions and other teammates to think about, but you always had time for me in the end. And um…” he twiddled his fingers, voice getting soft. “Now that you seem to be fangirlingover that Sith Inquisitor lately…you always seem too busy for me.”

Vale could feel his cheeks suddenly grow warm. He rubbed at his neck, trying to mask his awkwardness with a cough. “Arlo, listen. I’m not ‘fangirling’ if that’s what you’re thinking. She’s a Sith Lord. It’s my job to track her down whenever she tries to spread her Galactic Empire disease on other planets.”

Arlo huffed. “You stare at her profile picture every time on the monitors! And I’ve heard you tell Tarquin about that ‘sparkly look in her eyes’ she gives you. What’s that even about?”

Vale rubbed his temples. He had to start locking the doors to keep his nosy kid from eavesdropping. “Ugh, Arlo…that’s none of your concern right now. And in the future, I’d appreciate it if you don’t eavesdrop on things you don’t understand at this age. But back to you. You really think because of my missions, I’m not going to spend time with you anymore?”

Arlo shrugged. Vale’s gaze saddened. He pulled the smaller clone into his lap for a hug. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, alright kiddo? No matter how messed up the galaxy gets or whatever missions I get called for, I’ll never ever forget you. You’re my ad’ika. Nothing could ever be as important as you, son.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Cross my heart, and hope to fly, stick a lightsaber in my eye.”

They touched foreheads, enjoying the warm snuggly embrace in silence. Until Vale broke that silence. “You know, I still have to get you back for those pranks, right?”

Arlo’s eyes widened. “W-What?! No you don’t!”

“Oh, yes I do.” Vale’s grip on him tightened.

“C’mon! I thought we just talked it out!”

“Oh, we did. But a stunt like that towards me does not go unpunished!”

“Nohoho!” Arlo managed to wriggle out of Vale’s grip, and made a mad dash to the door. He would’ve made it out if Vale hadn’t leaped forward and grabbed his ankles, dragging him back into the room. Arlo desperately tried to claw his way out as he was dragged backwards, like someone in a horror movie fighting for their life against some horrible monster or creature.

He shrieked as he was tossed onto the bed again. Vale didn’t waste anymore time and dug his fingers into his kid’s sides.

Arlo squealed. “EeeEEEEEHEEheheee! No! Nohoho! Nohohot fair!”

“What, would you rather have me move up…here?” Vale moved his hands higher to tase at the smaller clone’s ribs. “This better?”

“AAAAHEeeheeAAAhahahaaaa!! Ihihit’s nAAAhat! Thahahat’s soho much wo—HAAAHA—worse!!”

This wasn’t anything like the usual gentle playful tickles Vale gave him. Like the soft pokes to the side whenever Arlo was getting frustrated at target shooting practice, or the playful scribbles to his stomach or feet to get him to go to bed. No, this was a whole other level of intensity!

Vale kept clawing at his rib cage, making sure to scratch in between each bone and even knead at his back ribs. It was just maddening.

“NAAAAHEEAAAHahaaahaAAAA!! N-Nohoho wait!! Wa—HEEEAAAAHAHA!! WaHAHAHAIT!! HeheHEEAAAHEEEEHEE!! NAHAHAHO!! EEEEEEEHEEHEEEEE!!”

It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this, right?

Apparently, it could. Because Vale suddenly switched tactics, shoving one hand under Arlo’s arm and forming a claw with his other hand, vibrating it right into his tummy.

Arlo arched his back with a loud squeal-screech.

“HEEEEAAAAAHEAHAAAAAHAAA!! NAHAHAHAAAAAA!! V-VALE!! VAHAAAALE!! NAHAHAHAO!! That’s….that’s—EEEEEK!! EEEEEEHAAAAAHEEEEHEEHEHEEE!!”

“Hm? It’s what?” Vale innocently asked, as if he wasn’t physically torturing his kid right now. Instead of letting him answer, Vale finished it off by shoving the boy’s shirt up, and blowing a long fat raspberry directly against his belly button.

Arlo screamed. “NAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAEEEEEAAAAA!!” He frantically kicked his legs out and started instinctively pulling on his dad’s hair.

Vale lifted his head, wincing. “Ow! Ow! Okay, heh, I think you’ve had enough for one night. Can you let go now?”

Arlo let his arms collapse against the bed as he panted heavily. “You…that was…that was torture..!”

Vale grinned, ruffling the clone boy’s hair. “Consider it a lesson of what happens when you prank your commanding officer. And, also remembering how much I love you, ad’ika. I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy.”

Arlo felt his heart soar. He happily glomped Vale in a soft tackle hug. “I love you too, Dad! More than all the blue milk and Mantel Mix in the entire galaxy!”

Vale chuckled and squeezed him a little tighter. “Now then, let’s get you to bed. I bet you must pretty tired after all that running and laughing.”

Arlo tapped his chin in thought. “Actually…I’m not. ‘Cause you got me thinking about blue milk and Mantel Mix now!”

Vale rolled his eyes. “Ohhh no, you are not eating either of that stuff right now.”

“Aww why not?”

“Why no—because if you eat any Mantel Mix or blue milk, you’re going to be hyper for the next couple hours and you need to sleep.”

“Hmph…what if I just have half a cup of blue milk and just a handful of Mantel Mix?” The boy gave pleading eyes that rivaled a tooka’s.

“No, Arlo!”

“Hey, don’t we keep some in the lounge room?”

“Arlo…”

“I remember now! You and Tarquin hide it in the very back of the cupboards!”

“Arlo!”

The small clone simply stuck his tongue out and raced out of the room, giggling, “Can’t stop me now!”

Vale shook his head with a sigh and a smile. He got up and ran after his boy. Looks like he was going to have to give him an extra long tickling to fully tire him out tonight.

…And find a new hiding place for the blue milk and Mantel Mix.

THE END (*´꒳`*) ♡

[mtap-comics]

Welcome back to my Bad Things Happen Bingo! After 8 Weeks I'm finally able to post the next prompt.

Fandom: My time at Portia

Pairing: Arlo x Female Builder

Summary: Elenya and Remi successfully freed Arlo, Sam and Mint from Ingall’s Mine and defeated this strange AI without any significant injuries. But then why were there black dots dancing in her field of vision?

Word count: 6,992

Prompt: Doesn't Realize They've Been Injured

Author’s note: I'm really sorry it took me so long again, but I hope the lenght of it makes up for it. That prompt was also the most requested one, so I hope I did it justice. I really struggle with actions scenes and I'm still not happy with it, but I think you're not here for that, anyway, so... :D

I'm also sorry in advance for what you are about to read. You will probably know what I mean when you get there.^^ You can thank my past self for that scene, who thought it a good idea to implement that damn sweater in every one of those works.

But now I won't keep you any longer and wish you a happy reading!

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Angst and Fluff, Nightmares, Mentions of death

Read on AO3: Link

Black Dots

Adrenaline was rushing through Elenya's body.

She had been fighting her way through Ingall's Mine with Remington for almost an hour now. Worm after worm stood in their way, locked doors had to be repaired and even a human-like creature tried to stop them from rescuing Arlo, Sam and Mint.

But at last they seemed to be getting closer to their goal. In front of them were lots of dead worms and in between, Sam's boxing gloves.

While Remi picked them up, she propped herself up for a moment on the handle of her hammer. Remi had given it to her because it was better than her simple iron sword, and while it was pretty fun to fight with, it was damn heavy.

Her arms were burning from the effort, and she was going to have some nasty sore muscles tomorrow, but she didn't care much about that right now. The main thing was that she could see for herself that Arlo was actually alright.

Even though he had assured them that nothing had happened to them in the cave-in, she couldn't shake the anxiety that had been consuming her since the collapse. Never in her life had she been so afraid for someone as when they were standing in front of the huge pile of rocks and there was no sign of life from the three of them at first.

Only a few weeks before, Arlo had given her a heart knot after he had accidentally broken her nose and she had accepted it overjoyed. Her nose has since healed without any lasting damage, while her relationship with Arlo flourished. Rarely had she felt as happy as when she was around Arlo, and that he felt the same way was something she would never have dreamed of before.

But for the time being, they decided to keep their relationship a secret. They knew how quickly such news spread around the village, and they wanted to enjoy their privacy, at least for a while. Fortunately, this wasn't too difficult, as their daily routine didn't change much. Only the two of them knew that their dinners together had changed from friendly to romantic, and the intimate hugs and tender kisses took place behind closed doors.

The last few weeks had been just perfect, so of course something had to burst their pink bubble.

With a deep breath, Elenya straightened up again and with a confirming nod to Remi, the two walked deeper into the mine. Not much longer, and hopefully she would soon be able to embrace Arlo again.

Another closed gate and a few scattered worms stood in their way, but they weren't any more of an obstacle than the others, and finally the three missing ones came into view.

Deep below them they stood, crowded together behind a rock and in the middle of the room was a...

"What on earth is that?" Remi's horrified voice rang out from beside her, and she looked up at him in equal horror.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's friendly. Quick, we have to help them!" 

As quickly and quietly as they could, they hurried down the steel staircase that wound once around the room. The closer they got to the floor, the better they could see the construct that threatened their friends. It seemed to be an AI robot, consisting of a round body with a giant drill as its base and 3 long arms with huge, sharp-looking claws as hands.

It looked angry and damn dangerous.

"Remi!" Sam was the first to spot them and at her delighted exclamation, Arlo and Mint turned to them as well. 

Elenya's eyes swept over the group, but stopped worriedly at Mint's head. A bloody bandage was wrapped around his head, but the engineer stood upright and his gaze was clear, if frightened. An encouraging nod from him reassured her, and she finally let her gaze drift to Arlo.

Like the other two, he was covered from head to toe in dust and a small scratch adorned his cheek, but otherwise he did indeed appear to be unharmed and a huge weight fell from her chest. Exhausted, her shoulders slumped, and when she heard his voice, she could have cried with relief.

He was alright!

"Just in time, come on, we need to handle this thing!" Relief mixed with determination showed on Arlo’s face and with a soft sigh, Elenya straightened her shoulders again. 

Her arms burned from the exertion, and her exhaustion caught up with her now that some of the tension and adrenaline had worn off, but she didn't have time to sit down. The danger was not over yet.

Immediately Arlo's worried gaze turned to her, but she waved him off. He could probably see her exertion of the last hour, but they had no time to rest. For the moment, the robot seemed content to stand silently in front of them, but who knows when it would feel threatened by them and attack. It was better if they struck first.

With one last deep breath, they nodded to each other and the four of them attacked the robot while Mint backed further away from the fight.

A new wave of adrenaline allowed Elenya to swing her hammer with the same force as before, but even this seemed to do no good. The robot was extremely fast and they had to dodge more than they could actually attack, but even when they did manage to land a hit, their efforts didn't even seem to leave a scratch.

Desperately, she tried to smash the joints of one of the arms with her hammer, hoping that would slow it down, but the material just wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she examined the robot.

Damn it, this thing had to have a weak point! Only where?

"Elenya! Watch out!" Startled, Elenya backed away from the robot at Arlo's warning shout, and just in time. Because the robot jumped up, pulled its arms to its body and rammed its drill tip into the ground, spinning wildly around itself.

Unfortunately, she didn't manage to pull herself completely out of its reach and her brown leather jacket was caught by one of its claws. She was knocked to the ground.

A brief pain in her left side was accompanied by three startled yelps, but she barely noticed. Because just as the robot stopped spinning, she saw it from her vantage point on the floor. A weak point.

One of their attacks must have had an effect after all, because under one of the three arms something had come loose that looked a lot like an energy source. If she could destroy it, then this fight would finally be over.

Gathering all her strength once more, she straightened up and used the time that Arlo, Sam and Remi were trying to distract the robot from her to grab her hammer, duck under the swinging arms and slam the hammer into the power source with all her might. The force of the blow vibrated through her arms, but her attack had paid off.

The robot suddenly went completely still and then collapsed. Amazed, she looked at the now lifeless pile of metal in front of her, and it took a moment for the reality to sink in that the battle was over.

Wide-eyed, she looked to the three Civil Corps members standing on the other side of the robot, who looked at her just as dumbfounded until Sam let out a whoop.

"Woohoo! You did it!" Proudly, Sam came over to her and clapped her shoulder approvingly. "I knew you had it in you, kid."

The heady feeling of a battle won rushed through her body, and laughing, she thanked Sam for the compliment.

The feeling didn't last long, though, and exhaustion quickly took over. With trembling muscles, she set her hammer down on the ground and then propped herself up on the handle to catch her breath. Mint had joined them again in the meantime, and she left it to the four of them to figure out what the robot was all about.

It was only a gentle touch to her shoulder that made her look back up, and her gaze immediately met familiar blue eyes that looked at her with concern.

"Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Arlo's soft voice enveloped her like a warm blanket and she would have liked nothing more than to snuggle against his strong chest and let his arms wrap around her. Instead, she hurried to stand up straight so he wouldn't worry so much.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just pretty exhausted." A tired smile settled on her lips and Arlo's gaze softened.

"I'll take your word for that. You fought really well. Remi was just praising you to the skies." A proud smile settled on his lips and she felt her cheeks redden.

God, she always felt like a teenage girl whose crush had just smiled at her when she got a compliment from Arlo.

Before she could sheepishly thank him, though, Remi came over to them and took the heavy hammer from her.

"Come on you two. Let's get the hell out of here."

"Oh God, yes, please. I've had enough tunnels and sand for now." Accompanied by Arlo's soft chuckle that followed her words, they followed Mint who, tracking a draft of wind, led them out of the mine.

For a moment, she was able to keep up with the group, but the further they went, the more her adrenaline level dropped and the heavier her legs became. Black dots danced in her field of vision and an overwhelming tiredness came over her. Exhausted, she stopped.

Damn, she had apparently exerted herself a lot more than she had first thought. But she couldn't rest yet. She had to at least make it home.

With a vigorous shake of her head, she tried to dispel the dots and hurried to catch up with the others again before anyone noticed how far behind she had fallen.

A bit of her energy returned when they finally found an exit and the warm evening sun greeted them. Finally they were out of that dark mine.

Elenya didn't pay much attention to where they came out, instead fixing her gaze firmly on Arlo's back. The sight calmed the still not completely disappeared anxiety inside her and her steps felt a little lighter.

Only Mint's delighted "Mayor Gale!" made her look up and with astonishment she realised that the very same man was running towards them together with Gust, Albert, Paulie, Dr. Xu and even Higgins.

Concerned, the group stopped in front of them and naturally wanted to know what had happened. Arlo, of course, immediately took on the task of summarising what had happened, but Elenya had trouble following the conversation. The black spots were back and she discreetly moved away from the group.

For a moment she let her eyes fall shut and took a few deep breaths. The better oxygen intake seemed to help, because when she opened her eyes again, the black dots had disappeared and she could just see the others heading back towards the city. 

Only Arlo turned to her and she hurried to catch up with him again. Now that they were no longer being watched, a warm look graced his face and she instantly felt better. With a smile, she stopped in front of him.

“I'm glad we got out of that ordeal without anyone getting hurt. I didn't get to say this earlier, but thanks for sticking your neck out and coming to our rescue back there.” He smiled at her and she felt how finally the rest of the anxiety drained from her body.

It sometimes shocked her, how a simple smile from him could make her feel so at ease.

She opened her mouth to answer him. Wanted to tell him how glad she was that he was okay, that he wasn't buried under all those rocks, but no sound came out.

Her head suddenly felt a lot heavier and her tongue wouldn't cooperate. 

What was wrong with her?

Arlo's face contorted with concern when she didn't answer him and he took a step toward her.

"Elenya? Is everything all right? You're really pale." His right hand lifted, gently coming to rest against her cheek, and it was as if that touch snapped her body out of a daze.

Pain suddenly ripped through her like a burning fire, blazing up her left side. With a pained gasp, she pressed her hand against the aching spot, only to encounter something wet. Confused, she looked down at herself.

What...?

She couldn't see anything on her dark jacket, but when she removed her hand from her side, it came back smeared with blood. Quickly she pressed it back.

Oh...

Arlo, who had followed her gaze, drew in a shocked breath at the sight. "Elenya! You're bleeding! What happened?" He grabbed her hand in panic, pulling it away from the wound so he could see better, and she had no strength to fight back.

Nausea had mixed with the woozy feeling in her head and the black dots dancing before her eyes became more and more. Her legs buckled.

Before she could hit the ground, though, strong arms caught her and once again her name left Arlo's lips in alarm. As carefully as he could, he lowered her to the ground and suddenly she found the blue sky in her field of vision instead of Arlo's worried eyes.

"Damn! What happened? Talk to me, Elenya. Come on." Frantically, he set about opening her jacket. Each movement of the fabric sent new waves of searing pain through her side, and with a whimper she tried to push his hands away.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry, sweetie, but I need to know where you're hurt. It'll be over in a moment." Arlo’s words sounded pained and she wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault, that it was okay, but her tongue still wouldn't obey her.

The black dots in front of her eyes became bigger and the world started spinning, intensifying her nausea and so she closed her eyes with a low moan. But when Arlo suddenly let out a loud curse, they shot open again.

"Bloody hell!" Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him begin to rummage wildly in his waist bag.

Surprised, she tried to catch a glimpse of her now free abdomen, but she had no strength left to lift her head.

Was it really that bad? Why hadn't she noticed it until just now?

She didn’t get any further with the train of thought.

Two hands suddenly pressed firmly on her injury and for a moment her world consisted only of pain. A weak cry escaped her and Arlo's eyes appeared in her field of vision, both hands not leaving her side.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. But I really need to stop the bleeding. You've already lost way too much blood. Please hang in there, okay? It's going to be okay." Comfortingly, he briefly pressed his forehead against hers and then turned to look at the departing group, not letting up the pressure on her wound.

"SAM! Bring Dr. Xu back here! Now! Elenya's hurt!"

Startled, Elenya flinched at the suddenly loud words, sending a new wave of pain through her body. Tears gathered in her eyes and desperately she placed her left hand on Arlos, who she realised was pressing a bunch of compresses tightly against her side.

"Shh, sweetheart, it's okay. Help is on the way. It's going to be okay." Warm lips pressed against her forehead, but she was barely aware of the touch.

The fog in her brain grew thicker, the nausea increased, and more and more loud voices gathered around her until all that was left was a loud roaring in her ears.

Her tears overflowed, cold sweat spread all over her body and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. 

What was happening to her?

She was terrified. She didn't know what was happening anymore. All around her, voices were talking in panic, hands were tugging at her jacket, her whole abdomen was on fire and the only familiar thing she felt was the big hands under hers.

But when they also disappeared and were replaced by others, she lost herself in her panic. She tried to fight back against the hands, tried to get away from all the voices, but only more pain shot through her body, making her cry out weakly.

Where was Arlo?

The voices grew louder, frightening her even more, but then they were back. The warm hands. They softly cupped her face, gently brushing away her tears, and an even warmer voice broke through the roaring in her ears.

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. Nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe. I promise. But you need to stop moving, please. Dr. Xu is trying to help you. Everything is going to be okay." 

Relieved, she opened her eyes with difficulty and directly met Arlo's beloved blue eyes. His face was upside down, as he was kneeling behind her head, but that didn’t diminish the effect he had on her. Immediately, all the tension disappeared from her body, along with the voices around her, and all that remained was Arlo.

“That’s it. You are doing great, sweetheart. Just keep those pretty eyes on me.” His voice was pitched to a soothing tone, his worry and panic well hidden behind a mask and it managed to calm her racing heart. Sweet words and pet names left his lips ceaselessly, enveloping her in a blanket of comfort, while his thumbs caressed her cheeks, effectively brushing the tears away that didn’t stop flowing from her eyes.

Her eyes drooped.

She barely noticed what happened to her body anymore. The pain had faded to the background, leaving a weird pressure behind, the roaring back in her ears droned out Arlos voice and his face vanished behind black dots.

Her eyes closed.

“No, no, no! Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. Come on, look at me!” Frantic, Arlo softly patted her cheek, tried to get her attention, but she couldn’t hold on any longer.

Her world got dark and the last clear thought that ran through her mind was:

Well, there goes their secret relationship.

~~~~~~

Elenya awoke a short time later to a world of pain. Her body was being jolted, sending wave after wave of pain through her body and she wondered what was going on.

Where was she? What happened? Was that... a humming engine?

She could feel strong arms wrapped around her upper body, a warm chest pressed against her right side and her head seemed to rest against a shoulder. The familiarity of the body holding her managed to quell the panic that wanted to rise in her. But what it couldn’t quell was the pain.

It was licking at her whole left side like flames, burning her up like nothing she had ever felt before. She only realised her constant whimpering when the hand who had been holding her waist came up to rest gently against her cheek, the thumb rubbing soothing circles against her skin and a soft voice spoke right beside her left ear.

“Shh, you are okay, sweetheart. We’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer. You are doing so great.” Warm lips pressed against her forehead and she tried to concentrate on that point of contact instead of the pain, but then the DeeDee she supposed she sat in, jolted even more and with a cry of pain, new tears flowed from her eyes.

“Hurts…” Her voice was weak, barely more than a whisper, but Arlo heard her.

The arm around her shoulder tightened even more and the hand cupping her cheek softly wiped her tears away.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. But we are almost at the clinic, I promise. Soon you will feel a lot better.” Pain and worry sat deep in his voice and she felt bad. Even though she couldn’t recall what happened, she hated when people had to worry about her. But the pain was all encompassing, taking over her mind and she couldn’t do anything to reassure him.

The world started to fade again. She could hear how Arlo tried to keep her from passing out again, but she lost the fight against the darkness.

~~~~~~

Elenya woke to a deep voice, who seemed to be telling a story.

“Did you know that Remi grew up here in Portia, before he moved out to Lucien? We were best friends back then, too and because he was 2 years older than me, my parents gave him the task to keep an eye out for me. Not that it did much good, as I'm sure you can imagine..”

The tale went on, but the words blended together in her mind, leaving her with a sense of security. She didn't know where she was or what had happened, but she knew that as long as the owner of that wonderful voice was with her, she was safe.

“... and well, that really didn’t go well for me. You should have seen the face of my mother. I don't think she has ever been as angry in her life as she was at that moment.” A warm laugh ran through the room, washing over her like a soft summer breeze and instinctively her head turned to the source of it.

To her dismay, the laugh immediately stopped as she did that, but then a big hand softly cupped her left cheek and with a happy sigh, she nestled into the warm palm.

“Hey there, sweetheart. Can you hear me?” The warm voice was back, whispering softly somewhere above her head, and with a confirming humm, she snuggled even more into the hand.

“That’s great. Do you think you can open your eyes for me?” The thumb resting on her cheek started to stroke the patch of soft skin underneath her eye, as if he wanted to encourage her, but she scrunched up her face in protest.

She didn’t want to open her eyes. It was nice and dark behind her eyelids, she felt like she was floating on a cloud and she wasn’t really sure she could open them even if she wanted to. Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and even just snuggling into the warm hand took a lot more effort than it should have.

The warm laugh was back, filling her with happiness.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re okay. You really had me worried.” Warm lips pressed against her forehead, lingering there for a moment and she almost fell back asleep when the words registered in her brain.

Worried? Why was he worried? Where was she anyway? What had happened? Should she be worried too?

These questions sparked a panic in her that she couldn't explain, but the warm voice was quick to reassure her.

"Shh, sweetheart, you're okay. Just get some rest. I'm here." Another long kiss was pressed to her forehead and the hand on her cheek went up and began to gently stroke through her hair. Soothed by the words and the caresses, she fell back into an exhausted sleep.

But the dreams that greeted her there were anything but restful.

She found herself in the middle of an underground labyrinth, full of crossroads and endless tunnels. Wherever she looked, there was only sand and stone, illuminated by a single torch ominously fixed to the wall directly in front of her.

Where was she? What was this place? And how did she get out of here?

Frightened, she looked around.

A sudden gust of cold wind woke her from her panic-stricken stupor, and startled, she reached for the torch that was threatening to be extinguished by the gust of wind.

No! This was her only source of light!

She quickly shielded the flame from the strong gust of wind with her body, her heart racing in her chest.

Oh God, please don't go out....

Fortunately, the gust of wind disappeared as quickly as it came, and relieved, she dropped her tense shoulders. At least she still had light.

But her relief didn't last long.

"Why are you just standing here like a fool? Aren't you going to save him?"

Terrified, she flinched. Where did that voice come from? What did it want from her? And who was she supposed to save?

Frantically, she looked around in all directions, but couldn't make out the voice's origin. 

"Come on, what are you waiting for? He doesn't have much time left." A sinister laugh echoed through the empty tunnels. "Or do you want the light in his pretty blue eyes to die out forever?" 

Blue eyes? Oh God, did it mean...? No, please no...

Full of panic, she started to run. She ran as fast as she had ever run before. Ran through the endless corridors until she hit a dead end and was forced to turn around.

God, how was she going to find him in all those tunnels? He could be anywhere.

She ran even faster.

"Yes, that's it. Run! Run for his life!" The eerie voice chased her. Laughed at her maliciously when she ran into another dead end, and the panic in Elenya grew.

A stabbing pain had started to spread in her left side, and completely out of breath she stopped in front of the next dead end. Desperate tears flowed incessantly from her eyes and in hopelessness she sank to her knees.

How was she supposed to find him? She didn't even know which corridors she had already walked down and which not. She was completely lost.

"Oh, are you giving up already? What a pity. He would have still had a chance. But whatever. Then I guess he'll have taken his last breath soon." A false, pitying sigh echoed over her head and with renewed energy she straightened up again.

No, she couldn't give up! She had to save him!

Ignoring the pain in her side, she ran again. And then finally, after two more dead ends, she saw a strange light in the next tunnel. That had to be him.

Pulling together the last of her strength, she ran even faster until she could see the scene before her, bringing her to a horrified halt.

Oh no...

Another dead end opened up before her, but this time it was different. A cave-in blocked the way and under the rocks he lay. Arlo.

His familiar shock of red hair lay on the ground in front of her and on shaky legs she approached him, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest.

Please don't be dead. Please don't.

She dropped to her knees in front of his head, the torch falling to the ground beside her.

"No... Arlo..." Paralyzed, she stared at him. His eyes were closed, blood was running down his face from a wound on his forehead and from the corner of his mouth, a grotesque contrast to his pale face, and further down she didn't dare look. For everything beyond his shoulders was covered by huge rocks.

"No..." With trembling hands she tried to feel a pulse, pressing her fingers tightly against his neck, but... there was nothing. Desperately she tried the other side, but there too.... nothing. 

"No, no, no. Please, Arlo. Please, you can't..." Deep sobs shook her body as she desperately tried to find a sign of life when the eerie voice suddenly sounded again.

"You're too late. You let him die." Another cruel laugh followed the mocking words and pure anguish coursed through Elenya.

No, it couldn't be! She had to save him!

Desperately she tried to lift the rocks from his body, ignoring the growing pain in her left side, but it was useless. She was too weak.

Sobbing, she collapsed back next to his head. Tears streamed down her cheeks and completely shattered, she pressed her forehead against Arlo’s.

"I'm so sorry, Arlo. Please come back to me. Please. You can't leave me alone, please..." With each sob his name left her lips, praying that he would just please wake up. But his eyes didn’t open.

Suddenly, a gentle, warm wind brushed her cheeks, softly drying her tears, and a beloved voice echoed through the tunnels this time.

"Shh, I'm here, sweetheart. Everything is fine. I'm here. We are safe. I've got you." The warm wind enveloped her more and more, bringing with it a wonderful scent, and suddenly she was no longer in that awful tunnel, but standing in a green field, beautiful flowers all around her and the sun shining warmly in the sky.

"I’m here, darling. Get some rest. I'll take care of you."

Her head snapped to her right in wonder.

Arlo was here! And his eyes were open. Warm and full of life, he looked at her, a loving smile on his lips, and tears of relief escaped her eyes. Big, calloused hands cupped her face tenderly, brushing away her tears and she let herself fall into his strong arms.

The pain in her left side was still there, but if Arlo told her it was okay to rest, she was going to do it.

Her world plunged into warm darkness.

~~~~~~

Elenya woke again to a deep, warm voice, but this time it seemed to be reading from a book. The voice was calm and steady, rumbling deep in the owner's chest, and it filled her with a deep calmness. Together with the wonderful scent that rested right in front of her nose, she felt warm and safe.

For a while she hovered in the state between sleeping and waking, letting the warm voice envelop her until more and more of her senses woke up. She could feel a large, rough hand gently holding hers, the thumb of that hand softly caressing her fingers. Could feel her face buried in something soft, something soft from which emanated that wonderful smell. 

Instinctively she buried her nose even more in the soft fabric, inhaling deeply the familiar smell and letting out a happy sigh.

Mmm... Arlo...

The latter didn't seem to have noticed that she had woken up, so she tried to gently squeeze his hand. Unfortunately, her body was so exhausted that she hardly had any strength, so her fingers only twitched slightly.

But it seemed to have been enough, because immediately the voice died away, the hand pulled out of hers, and she could hear a chair being pushed back. A short time later, a large, warm hand came to her cheek and happily she snuggled into the palm.

"Elenya? Sweetie, are you awake?" There was hope and concern in his voice and she wondered what had happened.

Why was he so worried?

To get to the bottom of this question, she opened her eyes. It took her a few tries before her eyes would even stay open, her eyelids much heavier than usual, but when she could finally see clearly, she was rewarded for her efforts. Arlo's face greeted her, his blue eyes full of warmth and love.

“There you are.” A fond smile graced his lips and sleepily, she smiled back.

The hand that had been cradling her cheek moved up and started to pet her head, which elicited another happy sigh from her. For a while, they just stared at each other until the soft look on Arlo’s face turned to concern.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you in pain?” The hand in her hair drew back and she whined in protest.

Why would he stop? That had been the best feeling in the world!

Longingly, her eyes followed the retreating hand. Maybe if she stared long enough at it, he would put it back?

“Sweetheart?” At Arlo’s concerned voice, her gaze snapped back to him and she remembered that he had asked her a question.

Right. He had asked her if she was in pain. But why would she be in pain? She couldn’t remember getting hurt…

Strained, she went through her memories, hoping to find out what had happened. But the only thing she could remember was a lot of sand. Sand and Remington, oddly enough.

Looking for answers, she glanced up at Arlo, who was still looking at her with deep concern.

“What…?” Speaking was a mistake. That single word sent her into a coughing fit, sending a sudden pain through her left side and Arlo instantly had a glass of water in his hands, holding it carefully against her lips. With his other hand, he slightly lifted her head so that she could drink better. Gratefully, she drank the cool water, relishing in the way it wetted her dry throat.

“Slowly, sweetheart. Don't choke on it.”

When the glass was empty, Arlo carefully set her head back into the pillows, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he did so and set the glass back to where it came from.

Elenya didn't notice much of that, though. The pain in her left side distracted her far too much. The pain was not too strong, rather dull, and she suspected that a lot of painkillers were responsible for that, but she still wanted to know what exactly she was dealing with.

Carefully, she raised her trembling right hand, but before she could make contact with her side, she was stopped by a large, warm hand.

“Don’t.” Apologetically, Arlo gently lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a loving kiss to it, mindful of the IV needle she now realised was inserted into the back of her hand.

“Dr. Xu had to fix you up with a lot of stitches. He won’t be pleased if you ruin his hard work.” A short pause. “Again.”

Stitches? And what did he mean by "again"? What had happened, and why couldn't she remember anything?

Desperately, she looked at Arlo.

"Arlo...what happened?" Slight panic mixed into her voice and Arlo quickly put his hand back to her cheek to soothe her.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Everything's fine. What's the last thing you remember?"

Good question. A few separate images flashed through her hazy brain, but they just didn't make sense. There was sand, a strange robot, she thought, and a mop of green hair.

"I... I don't know. There is sand... and Remi? But... I don't know..." A single, frustrated tear escaped her eye, but Arlo quickly wiped it away.

"Shh, it's okay. Dr. Xu already said you might not remember. You lost a lot of blood, so that was to be expected. I'll tell you what happened." Careful not to disturb her, he sat on the edge of the bed and raised her right hand, which he still held tightly, to his lips once more, pressing a gentle kiss on each finger. Immediately warmth spread through her body and her troubled thoughts calmed down.

"So, Mint, Sam and I were in the new Eufala tunnel when it suddenly collapsed. The debris blocked our way out, so you and Remi tried to reach us through Ingall's Mine. I'm afraid I can't tell you what happened along the way, but you found us just in time. An old robot, consisting of 3 long legs and a giant drill, had been awakened by the construction work and was anything but friendly to us. The four of us, mostly you to be precise, managed to defeat it and Mint found us a way out of the mine. We had just told Mayor Gale what had happened, he was waiting for us outside, and everyone had left for the town, when I suddenly noticed how pale you were. I didn't know what was wrong, so I reached out for you and then..." A haunted look settled on his face and he swallowed hard.

"God... You just collapsed in my arms. I thought... Fuck, you scared the shit out of me. There was so much blood everywhere, which you couldn't see on your dark jacket, and when I finally uncovered your stomach, there was this huge gaping wound on your left side. I don't know how you were even able to walk with that." The painful look on his face made Elenya feel bad.

Even with his narration, she still couldn't remember, but it must have been terrible. She didn't mean to cause him such pain. But before she could say anything, Arlo continued.

"Fortunately, Gale had brought Dr. Xu with him, so he was able to help you quickly. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't been there. You had already lost so much blood and I could barely stop the bleeding myself..." His voice broke on the last words and apologetically she squeezed his hand gently. She didn't want him to think about it too much.

"We don't know exactly how you were injured, but we assume that a claw from the robot got you. Your skin was shredded more than it was cut and it took Dr. Xu a long time to patch you up. There will be a scar, but it should be straight and even."

The gentle, loving look was back on his face and the hand that had left her cheek during the recounting came back and with his thumb he stroked her cheek tenderly.

"Nothing that would make you any less beautiful to me." The words and the affectionate smile brought a blush to her face and, embarrassed, she hid her face in his hand.

Damn it, he couldn't just throw something like that in the room! 

Apart from the fact that she hadn't been worried about that at all. What concerned her much more was the fact that it had taken so long for anyone to even notice that she was hurt. Why hadn't she said anything?

She asked Arlo the very same question.

"I don't think you had even noticed it yourself. God, I was so angry with you at first. Why hadn't you told me you were hurt? You were almost bleeding to death! But then I remembered your face. You looked so confused when you saw the blood. I think your body was so pumped with adrenaline that you didn't feel anything. Only when the excitement was over did your body allow anything else to register. But please don't worry too much about that, okay? I'm just glad you're feeling better and you're going to get back on your feet."

Warm lips pressed against hers and Elenya happily returned the kiss. It was gentle and at the same time a little desperate, but no less wonderful for that. Enveloped in Arlo’s wonderful scent and warmth, her body relaxed and an incredible exhaustion spread through her. Her lips no longer wanted to obey her and a frustrated grumble escaped.

She couldn't be exhausted again! She had only just woken up. Who knows how long she had already been asleep.

With a soft chuckle, Arlo broke away from her. "It's okay, darling. Get some rest. Your body's been through a lot." Gently he began stroking her hair again and with a sigh she gave in.

Exhausted, her eyes closed and she buried her face back into the soft fabric still lying next to her head. Before she fell asleep, though, the thought of what that fabric actually was returned to her mind.

Curious, her eyes opened again and met a grey bundle, which she guessed from the smell was a sweater from Arlo. Puzzled, she looked up at the owner, who was watching her intently.

"Arlo?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Why is there a sweater of yours lying there?"

To her further amazement, a slight blush came over his face and eagerly she waited for the answer.

"Oh... you were suddenly having terrible nightmares. You had started writhing, opening your stitches again, and Dr. Xu and Phyllis just couldn't calm you down. You were calling out for me in your sleep, so Dr. Xu dragged me out of the shower I had been in, and luckily I was finally able to calm you down. I don't know what you were dreaming about, but it must have been terrible. It broke my heart to see you so frightened. I tried to stay by your side all the time after that, but Sam and Remi made me eat and sleep, so I thought maybe a sweater with my scent on it would keep the nightmares away." The blush on his face deepened and her heart swelled with love.

She couldn't remember the nightmares either, thankfully, but she did remember the feeling of safety and security emanating from Arlo's comforting scent.

Lovingly, she smiled up at him. "Thank you, Arlo. That really helped me a lot. When you're around, I always feel safe and protected."

She could literally see his chest swell with pride at her words and couldn't help a soft giggle. After all, she knew his strong protective instinct and loved him for it.

But she also saw what he was trying to hide from her. The guilt. The guilt that he had not protected her. Of course that was nonsense and she would try to talk him out of it when she was no longer so exhausted, but she hoped that showing him how safe she still felt with him would be enough for now.

But now she was finally losing the battle against exhaustion and so she buried her face back into the wonderful smelling sweater and closed her eyes.

"I'm glad you feel that way. I will always protect you, I promise. Now go to sleep, darling. I'll be here when you wake up." A warm, lingering kiss against her temple was the last thing she felt before she fell into a restful sleep.

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Sunset Valley Full Renovation: Day 2 (I HATE ARLO BUNCH)

I think today was my most productive day EVER. I'm really pleased with how everything turned out. I think in some cases I was a bit lazy because I didn't mod almost anything from some sims. But I think it was because they looked OK with or without me intervening

I woke up and started working with the Wan-Goddard household. I've done already some mods to Pauline in the past, so it was as easy as replacing her with herself but modded. Hank was another story. I have almost no male hairstyles, but I spent 30 MINUTES choosing this man's haircut. It was so hard for me. I kept their hair, eye and skin color, except for Pauline, to whom I gave a more pinkish-looking skin.I did not have a full photo of Pauline, so there's side-by-side comparison to her old self.

I was ready with both of them so I started with the Hart family. As a kid they were so fun since both Bebe's parents are INSANE, so I would go to the park and the those two dubasses fighting with themselves. I almost did nothing to Dorie or Gus, I just made sure Dorie looked even more insane than before. Bebe was my main victim. I think she looks like a queen.

I had some fun with their house, specially their cars. I painted them as crazily as their room lol and I gave Bebe a bike so that she wouldn't be DRIVING TO SCHOOL IN CAB EVERY DAY

My journey was followed by the last rich-hilled (I just invented a new word) family, the Altos. I was kinda getting that short man energy from Nick. So I made him tiny. Nah just small. I gave Vita a fresh batch of clothes. She's supposed to be that new-money brat. And I left the household ready, with all members done. Holly looks normal, I just changed like 3 things.

Next on my list was the Langerak family. They were easy to do as I already modified Zelda and Iliana before. I just had to adjust them as I wanted them to look in this save. My main sim here was Kaylyn. I wanted to fix those continuity problems between TS2 and this game. In TS2, she has green-colored eyes, so I changed her eye color and his father's, Dustin, so it would make sense her eyes were that color. I did not change her hair color (in TS2 her coded natural color is blonde, but it shows black as if she colored it). You can read in Parker's description that he's kind of womanizer at school, or at least is attractive, but he looks and dresses like SH1T. I tried to give him a singular look that would make him stand out (long hair and a lip piercing, also a car and a driving license). The rest of them look very similar, with some adjustments made. Probably the most fun family of all.

My last but not less important family was the Bunch family. Believe me when I tell you I SUFFERED with basically all the sims here. THEY WERE SO UGLY 😭😭 Of course, I tried my best, but there's always room for improvement. I gave Judy a haircut that screams go*od mom, but not cool, *if that makes sense... Jack is UGLY, like bat-shit ugly. I literally could not do shit. He's the main reason this whole household is messed up. Darlene wasn't that bad. She looks better now, ofc. Ethan is looking cute as always. Lisa was another story. I changed barely nothing in her face structure, but I changed one of her traits. I said goodbye to her Kleptomaniac trait because I just don't like it, and gave her the Rebellious trait from Generations. It makes much more sense since her bio says she's more like a rebel, NOT A THIEF. Arlo... Arlo... Arlo... I'm gonna have a few nightmares this week istg. I tried my best and he still looks ugly, but not as ugly as before. I'll revisit when I recover mentally from this experience.

I was done with all the families I wanted to cover today, so I , before closing my age, renovated a house for an old family in my other save. It was the house that's in front of the Single Mom's Household. I just realized I forgot to paint one wall...

And that's all for today! Lesson learned: it is possible to hate a kid (a.k.a. ARLO FRIKING BUNCH). I'll upload more soon!

My stuff (I have a bunch more):

Hair DF: FirefoxSims and Mary Jane defaults (Also a few IfcaSims DF)

Makeup DF: SLU Sims 3 defaults (I couldn't find the link?)

Eyes DF: BurtnWaffles Big Q Eyes 24 Default replacements.

Skin DF: Pixelswirl Orchard Default Skins.

LazyDuchess SmoothPatch 2.1

NRaas NoCD, NRaas Once Read, NRaas Register, NRaas Saver, NRaas Sleep Freedom, NRaas Story Progression, NRaas Tagger, NRaas Writen Word, NRaas Woohooer, NRaas Master Controller, NRaas Master Controller Cheats, NRaas Careers, NRaas Debug Enabler.

[unfortunatetrash]

i've never posted about litg on here before so feel free to ignore whatever hellish word vomit comes out of my mouth, i just needed to put some things down after reading new spoilers

so like, spoiler warning for scripts 17-25

as of the eipsode 25 spoilers, i'm team suresh unless some other better boy comes along in casa amor

i wasn't originally gonna go on the suresh route but eddie is too sketchy and nosy, i unfortunately made my s5 mc straight so dana is out, arlo too but after the bedroom blowup i'm fine keeping her at arm's length, finn obviously wasn't going off kat for mc, and alfie's instalove is too much to handle.

i am also kind of a sucker for will-they-wont-they ex-lovers in fiction and suresh being a cocky bastard with vulnerability issues makes it more fun - i can fix him

my interpretation of the suresh/mc relationship: they were together for at least 2 years, the foundation was physical attraction and intimacy rather than an emotional connection, eventually they both fell hard in love but suresh hadn't experienced that before and wasn't sure how to communicate on an emotional level -- he seems to have a problem being vulnerable in front of others, why he blows up when the villa talks about his past but seems more genuine though clumsy when in private -- so when they started arguing it was over mundane shit instead of talking about underlying problems; if mc was planning on proposing maybe she started expecting him to be more dependable and he picked fights and everything snowballed into his walking out and seeking something familiar instead of facing a difficult hurdle -- man probably doesn't hear no very often.

which leads me to cherrygate 2.0 (or is it 3?): alfie is pushed as a love interest very hard from the beginning of s5. he's nice, he's good company, he's goofy, total 180 from suresh right? not really. he goes head over heels quick, he says so himself. kat even spills the beans about him committing to her on the first night, even if he recognized it wasn't true. this boy doesn't hide his cards just disguises them with self-awareness and jokes.

what makes being coupled with alfie worse is if you actively friendzone him. he seems fine being friends and i suspect if he wasn't forced into a couple with mc by the story his route would be a good slowburn, too bad.

so mc gets to encourage friendzone alfie to pursue meera. they seem like a good match. i really was hoping they'd stick it out but fusebox decided to be cowards and write themselves out of the corner by having alfie choose mc over meera -- and this is fine if you want him to do so, but an mc who encourages him to choose meera and expects to go home getting picked over another girl he seems to have a really good spark with might be infuriating.

an mc who isn't interested in pursuing eddie, finn, suresh, or alfie and would rather leave than get in the way of a genuine connection or stick around to be underwhelmed or the constant center of gossip and shit stirring -- what does it say when her friend goes back on his word and doesn't listen to her request?

like you really can't get these boys to move on already.

i've only played s2 once and i fell into gary's route by accident and my favorite thing about gary's route was how often he and mc could touch base and have conversations. if s5 mc was allowed to have conversations like that -- which canonically makes since she would considering her last serious relationship ended in a big lie and heaps of dishonesty -- there'd be less drama, antithetical to the game but at least mc would have some type of agency over her relationships.

which brings me to the episode 18 script. idk if dana always confesses to mc even if mc flatout states she isn't interested earlier on, but if she does it makes alfie look even more like an asshole even when mc decides to stay with him. assuming mc is either on the fence about alfie or uninterested in him, everything following the recoupling is a nightmare.

mc can choose to only makeout or not at all, to sleep alone or share the daybed without having sex, to stay dressed or sit on the poolside, give him a chaste kiss or reject him outright -- mc can choose to take it real slow or put on the brakes. ALFIE AGREES WITH MC and proceeds to push for intimacy later on anyway.

which leads to suresh: mc can choose to be as civil as possible, blatantly ignore his quips and reassure others she doesn't have any insight into suresh is thinking in terms of "winning" her back. mc can choose to encourage him to stay in the game because he deserves to move on too. mc can be played as wanting to move on and focus on other LIs without being a shit to her ex.

when the double date comes around mc can entirely ignore suresh and arlo, focus solely on alfie and actually commit to their coupling and tell arlo suresh was flirting during the date. mc can do everything ethically sound and still gets shafted.

finally, there's episodes 23-25. suresh gives a genuine apology 👏👏👏! and no matter if mc rejects his advances and is honest about the chat she's still on the chopping block because girl code only ever applies to the girl who initiates it not the entire group.

now finn. he's a flirt and doesn't really do attachments. he likes kat but is unsure if she's the right fit because in addition to his own hang ups she has insecurities he isn't equipped to handle. he seeks out advice and chill chats with mc instead of talking with kat himself. so he's maybe feeling stifled by kat, maybe doesn't care for her shit stirring, maybe realizes not having an emotional connection with her makes coupling difficult.

so he flirts with arlo and openly admits to having a sex dream about mc and does a good old fashioned apology performance where he ropes everyone in so it seems more romantic and grand.

kat empties the bag and says mc has been cracking on with suresh when she hasn't. and alfie does what? he storms out without listening to mc and the next time mc sees him alfie's tongue deep with another islander -- you know, like suresh did -- because he's always had a doubt mc would go back to her ex no matter how hard mc worked to show him otherwise.

and this all hits different if your mc chose alfie over dana.

finn asking mc to couple with him is a bold move considering alfie and kat were "cheating." is finn serious or is it a spiteful move? is he honestly wanting to step away from physical chemistry as a basis for a relationship for something emotionally deeper? is he hurt by his partner and bff going behind his back? or is he worried about losing out and can't go back to kat or arlo and isn't interested in dana, leaving mc as the only golden ticket?

all of this leaves me curious about casa amor. i think suresh will probably still flirt but if he doesn't get a chance for an answer before he leaves he'll not go further than that. finn on the other hand, don't trust him but i also want to see him blindsided by love.

the final curiosity being the girl with the turtle tattoo. is she dana's/alfie's ex and the girl suresh slept with? there has to be at least one more bombshell who's an ex to one of the og islanders.

[bosspigeon]

Carabosse et la Fee des Lilas

Prompt: 💋Drag

Pairing: Adam/Male Detective, Bonus Found Family Vibes~

Words: 5,346

Summary: Tina spends some quality time with Arlo and Unit Bravo as they prepare for Wayhaven's first real Pride festival, Tina torments her best friend and his maybe-boyfriend (as is her god-given right), and Arlo has a big think about his favorite role and what that role allowed him to explore~

CW for references to transmisogyny and implications of past trans/homophobia

Sometimes, Tina wonders if Arlo missed his true calling. His hands are surgeon-steady as he pencils delicate patterns onto Felix’s cheeks, outlining with white eyeliner in preparation to fill them in with bold colors and glitter. Tina almost can’t wait for her turn, even though Felix looks like he’s in real, physical pain with the effort of holding as still as possible. She’s no stranger to that struggle herself.

Neither is she a stranger to Arlo’s forceful, if toothless, threats, overcome as she is by fondness when he growls that he's going to draw a mustache on Felix’s face with permanent marker if he doesn’t stop bloody bouncing.

It’s pretty fun to watch from the outside. Sure, when you first sit down when he’s like this—all sharp and snappish and “stop moving or I’ll chuck you out the window”—it’s hard to keep still, but Arlo’s got this sort of quiet intensity to him when he’s focusing on something that’s oddly meditative. He’s just a soothing presence, really. Like a capybara or something. He’s friend-shaped.

Whatever weird magic it is, it’s definitely catching, because Felix looks less like he’s about to burst, like he did when Arlo was putting down the foundation, and more like he’s enjoying the attention. Tina’s not sure how long it’s going to last, seeing as Felix has given her a run for her money in the “manic energy” department, and he’s nowhere near as caffeinated as she is at any given time, but for the time being, he’s (mostly) still and quiet.

There’s music playing, quiet enough that the broody one (she knows his name, but it seems to bug him when she calls him "the broody one," which is funny, so—) only grumbled about it for a few minutes when Arlo turned it on, and even seems to enjoy sitting close enough to Arlo’s stupidly fancy stereo system to, she guesses, feel the rumble of the bass through the floor. Vampires are weird.

Anyway, it’s Arlo’s usual sad goth boy nonsense, but as quiet as it is, and with its intense instrumentals and rumbling vocals, it’s pleasant background noise more than anything.

Nate (the handsome and charming one, because of course all Arlo’s vampire friends are handsome, so she has to differentiate between them somehow) is rifling through Arlo’s bookshelf like it’s his job, and visibly struggling to pick something to read, because Arlo’s sitting room bookshelf (the one she found at a yard sale three hours away and lashed to the top of her sedan with every single bungee cord she could find at the local hardware store because it was coffin-shaped, for god's sake) is where he keeps all his weirdo occult stuff to, quote, “make people who pop by unannounced leave faster.”

And then there’s the big, handsome, stupidly fit blonde Arlo still won’t call his boyfriend, even though they’re so obvious it’s sickening, and she means that with all the love in her heart. He’s sitting in the armchair by the bookshelf, positioned so he can look like he’s reading one of Arlo’s old music magazines and totally isn’t taking advantage of the perfect line of sight of Arlo perched on the end of his coffee table so he’s not too tall to work on Felix, sitting in a chair from the kitchen. Tina sure hopes he doesn’t think he’s subtle, being a super special vampire secret agent and all.

He seems to notice her eyeing him, at least, and keeps his attention pinned firmly on the magazine, though he is definitely not reading a single word. Nate keeps browsing, the Broody One keeps brooding, Arlo keeps working, and Felix starts to hum. Arlo gives him a sharp look, but it doesn’t seem to be moving his face in any major way, so he just rolls his eyes and keeps tracing pretty patterns onto that unfairly smooth, dark skin. Do vampires do skin care? They probably don’t even need to, and that’s probably one of the reasons people like to villainize them. It always comes down to jealousy, doesn’t it?

She sighs, loudly enough that every eye in the room turns to her, and while she did not expect the sudden attention, she knows she can at least use it to entertain herself. She homes in on Adam, and smiles when she finally looks at the magazine he’s still valiantly pretending to read. There’s a familiar man on the cover, and while she can’t be bothered to remember his name, she grins. “Oh, hey! Arlo, he’s reading the one with the guy who looks like you!”

Arlo doesn’t even look up, but he huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes again. He’s going to give himself a headache if he keeps that up.

The comment does exactly what she wants it to, which is draw the attention of all the other vampires. Arlo even begrudgingly pulls the pencil away from Felix’s cheek so he can take a look, and he immediately bursts out laughing.

“Arlo!” he exclaims, slapping at Arlo’s knee. “You didn’t tell us you had a twin!”

Nate chuckles (warm and rich and handsome, if a sound can be called handsome) and turns from the shelf to study the magazine curiously himself. Even the Broody One peers over to see, a little smirk curling his permanently-scowling mouth.

“Considering he was born in the sixties, I definitely don’t,” Arlo drawls. “Tina’s been making that joke since we were kids. She’s just happy she’s got an audience who hasn’t heard it twelve times a week since she first saw my old Type O Negative poster.”

“Some jokes just get better with time,” Tina says archly. “Like a fine wine.”

“And some jokes age like milk,” Arlo fires back.

Adam tilts the magazine so he can look for himself, and his dour expression clouds over even more, brows furrowing and mouth twisting. He peers up at Arlo, studying him, then down again.

Got you. “Yeah, you’re right,” Tina says, nodding sagely at him. “Arlo’s much prettier.”

It has exactly the reaction she was hoping for. Arlo drops his eyeliner pencil and makes a strangled noise, glowering at her with his cute freckly cheeks going all red, and Adam, who is a good bit paler than Arlo, goes pink from the crewneck of his just-this-side-of-too-tight tee shirt to his hairline. Tina wants to punch the air as the other vampires snicker at them. Well, except for Nate. Nate’s not a snickerer. He chortles. It’s adorable.

“Speaking of pretty!” Felix crows once they’ve all had a laugh at their fearless leader’s expense. He points to his own face with both hands, dancing in his chair, and Arlo sighs and rolls his eyes again, bending to pick up the dropped pencil. Luckily, the tip isn’t broken, so he can get right back to work, once he’s given the young vampire a moment to get his wiggles out. He settles, sitting on his hands and pursing his lips when Arlo gives him a dry look. He hovers back in with the pencil, and then Felix blurts out, “How’d you get so good at this anyway? Well, I assume you’re good at it. I haven’t seen it yet.”

Arlo doesn’t say anything. He just looks at him, pencil poised, until Felix pinches his mouth shut with a quick little apology. Once Arlo’s satisfied his canvas is actually going to hold still and keep quiet, he gets back to it. “My school was pretty small, especially compared to the bigger-name performing arts schools out there,” he says after a moment of quiet focus, tracing the outline of a heart around one of Felix’s eyes. “Our department didn’t really have a huge budget, and workspace was at a premium too. We didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for performances before someone else had to use the theatre, so we all did our own makeup at once, for the most part. Sometimes we’d help each other out, because we all had our strengths and weaknesses.”

He pulls back the pencil, squinting critically at the heart like it’s not completely perfect. “Demi was the best at laying the groundwork, and at matching colors to our costumes and complexions. Viv was the best at coming up with concepts and making sure we looked like a matching set. Wendi could do insane prosthetics, and was the best at bullying our department head into giving us the money for them. I had the steadiest hands, so I always did the eyes and the details.”

“Was Wendi the one who did your Dracula look?” Tina gasps. ���That one was so cool!”

“Dracula?” Felix blurts. Tina doesn’t miss how the others perk up with interest too.

Arlo glares at him, and he shrinks back with a sheepish little grin. “Yeah, we did Dracula, uh… second year, I think? That was when Tilly transferred in and started doing our choreography. She’s the one who got Professor Dacey to let us do less classical stuff and start branching out a bit.” He glances briefly at Tina, staunchly ignoring the way Felix pouts at him for dividing his attention. “And, yeah, Wendi did the prosthetics for that one.”

“She’s got to be magic,” Tina asserts. “She managed to make your sweet, mopey face look so scary.”

Felix and Mason both snicker at that, and Arlo’s mouth goes all lemon-sour pinchy, like it always does when she calls him a sad puppy man, or any variation thereof.

“Take a lap,” Arlo says to Felix. “Don’t touch your face.” He jerks his head at Tina when Felix bolts to his feet and starts zooming around the flat to get out some of his energy. “Your turn, if you’re done being a comedian.”

“I’m never done,” she says with a sunny smile, but she bounces over to take Felix’s place in the chair and closes her eyes serenely so he can start on her makeup.

“And, God, do I know it,” he grumbles under his breath, knowing full well she can hear him, and so can everyone else in the room, too.

“Do you have pictures?” Felix hollers. He’s dipped into Arlo’s studio, and he’s making no secret of rifling through the desk in there, drawers slamming and paper rustling.

Arlo tips his head back so when he sighs, loud and dramatically long-suffering, he’s not blowing his breath right in Tina’s face. She appreciates the gesture. “Bottom right drawer,” he calls back, resignation thick in his voice. Given how long he’s been putting up with Tina—and Felix might just be Tina’s second platonic soulmate (Arlo, of course, being the first)—he already knows that keeping quiet is just prolonging the inevitable. Tina opens her eyes briefly to see Felix come sailing out of the studio with a thick leather-bound album held triumphantly over his head.

“Oh, I haven’t seen that in years!” she coos happily.

Arlo bops her on the forehead pointedly with a sponge covered in foundation, and she closes her eyes obediently.

She hears Arlo’s antique sofa creak as Felix plops down onto it, rifling through the plastic pages. “Aw,” he whines, “no baby pictures?”

“I can’t imagine him ever being a baby,” Mason snorts, and he sounds closer than he was before. Tina knows better than to open her eyes while Arlo’s in the zone, though. He’ll bop her with something less soft than a sponge next time. “I figured he’s just always been a giant.”

Felix laughs, high and chiming. “No wonder Agent Priestley’s always so sour, then,” he says. Tina giggles, and it becomes an inelegant snort when Arlo bops her again on the nose.

“Ask Rebecca if you want to see my baby pictures,” Arlo mutters blandly, and Tina can feel the weight of his attention. “I doubt she has many after age two, and the ones before I’ve barely seen.”

Tina’s not a super-special supernatural secret agent, but she tries with all her might to will someone to change the subject before things get weird. Now’s as good a time as any to learn telepathy.

Felix, heart of her heart, interrupts what’s shaping up to be a real prize winner of an awkward silence with a loud gasp. “Woah!” he exclaims, and pages crinkle as he presumably holds up the book for Arlo to see. “Who’s this? Did you do her makeup too?”

Arlo’s hair rustles as he turns his head away from her, and then the hand on her cheek freezes. Tension radiates through every inch of his body, practically leaching into hers. She cautiously opens one eye, and sees Arlo sitting up impeccably straight, stiff as a board and staring at Felix like a deer in the headlights. He swallows so hard she can see his throat move. “Um,” he says, stilted and strange. “Yeah. I did.”

Tina opens both eyes and squints at the photo album. Oh.

Felix looks at the sudden strain in the way Arlo is sitting, the tightness of his posture, and looks quizzically down at the picture again.

Tina remembers that performance. She remembers Arlo dancing (ha) around the subject when she asked him teasingly if he was going to be playing the prince, who was the lead, was he excited to kiss a pretty girl?

She can’t remember the character’s name, not so many years after the fact, especially since they were all weird classical nonsense, either Latin or French or some mishmash of the two. But she remembers the costume. She remembers waiting with bated breath to see Arlo onstage, to stand and scream and cheer obnoxiously loud in support of her best friend. She shot to her feet the second she saw his obvious silhouette rise from a feather-bedecked black chariot, head and shoulders taller than anyone else onstage. The music swelled, lightning flashed, and then when the spotlight hit him, she was so stunned she plopped right back into her seat with her jaw on the floor.

Arlo’s always been one of those guys that straddled the line between pretty and handsome. Long, lustrous hair and eyelashes she would kill for, cheekbones that could kill, a defined jaw, a proud nose, and intense eyes she could only call sultry—if she hadn’t known him since they were both weird, gawky brats, she’d probably be half in love with him before figuring out she wasn’t his cup of tea. But seeing him onstage was always an adventure. He threw himself into whatever character he played, put his everything into them, from the costume to the makeup to the performance. He just became the character, and in a way that was so very Arlo, all that intensity and focus channeled into an act that completely stole the show, in Tina’s humble and completely unbiased opinion.

Carabosse! That was her name!

Carabosse was no different.

Arlo’s makeup was flawless, ghost-white foundation giving him intense Morticia Addams vibes, contouring that made his cheekbones look absolutely unreal, bold black (or maybe really dark purple?) lipstick and shiny, smoky eyeshadow that made him look ethereal and wicked, with a daggerpoint cat-eye that she spent an hour begging him to teach her after the show. When he turned his head in a sharp, birdlike motion to look down his nose at the dancers playing the King and Queen, she gasped at the way his hair rippled down his back, shiny-black and woven with actual feathers that trailed back from the ornate metal circlet resting on his brow like a bird’s crest. The costume was breathtaking, too, a tightly corseted bodice and a high collar, a dramatically billowing skirt and trailing, feathered sleeves that flared like wings whenever he moved.

And the way he moved! Arlo’s dancing changed with every role, whatever he felt would suit the character. One of her favorites was always his Hans-Peter (she had a soft spot for that one, and had ever since she was little—one of the first Christmas gifts her stepmom had ever given her was little storybook version of The Nutcracker that came with a CD) because his dancing was so stiff and stridently mechanical, he looked like a real toy soldier come to life. But his villains moved with a slinking, predatory prowl she’d only ever seen in monster movies, and never in something like a ballet. His Carabosse was as beautiful as she was terrifying, and it was incredible to watch. She wanted to fling herself at him after the show and babble at him endlessly like she always did, but she spent a solid minute staring at him slack-jawed, until he shifted awkwardly and looked down, and the confident intimidation of the Wicked Fairy sloughed away to reveal Arlo underneath.

He almost melted into the floor with relief when she finally startled to babble.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, and he takes a slow, deep breath, offering Felix a strained smile. “Take a closer look, mate,” he says quietly.

Felix does. He looks up and squints at Arlo, and then back down at the photo. Tina has to bite her lip so she doesn’t laugh when he looks over at Adam, still holding the magazine with that metal singer that kind of looks like Arlo on it, and then back at Arlo. His mouth drops open into a little o, and he shoots to his feet and shouts, “No way!”

Mason was allowed his name back briefly, but he goes right back to Broody One when he grimaces at Felix and slinks pettishly back to his corner.

Arlo’s shoulders are practically around his ears, but he tries to keep smiling. “Yeah. Sleeping Beauty. Fourth year. I was the Wicked Fairy.”

“He was amazing,” Tina declares, shoulders back and chin tipped up challengingly. “The costume was insane, but the way he played her was absolutely, ridiculously badass.”

“You look awesome!” Felix blurts, still gawking down at the photo. He flips to the next page, and squeaks happily when he finds more pictures, from different angles, showing off the costume, the way Arlo loomed over the other dancers, the way he commanded the stage. Tina should really find out who took the pictures and send them her thanks, because they really put in the work. “Your makeup, your dress, your hair! How’d you even do that?”

Arlo laughs, and it sounds so utterly relieved, Tina’s heart breaks a little. Arlo’s always been sensitive, and for someone who dresses and holds himself the way he does, he worries more than he lets on what people think of him. Especially people he cares about. She squeezes his shoulder again, and he bites his lip when he glances back at her and smiles hesitantly.

“A lot of wire, and enough hairspray to choke a bloody cow,” he says, twisting around and slinging his long legs over the coffee table so he can face the sofa. “I think we bought every bag of black feathers the craft store had, and then spent an entire weekend painting them with this stupidly expensive embossing powder. We had to get, like, ten pots of the stuff, because the craft store only had pots the size of a quarter.”

“I admire your dedication,” Nate says pleasantly, strolling over to peer over Arlo’s shoulder. They tighten just a bit before relaxing slowly. “That costuming is superb. I’ve seen professional productions that weren’t half so detailed.”

“That would be Viv’s work,” Arlo laughs, looking down at the pictures fondly. “She took whatever cheap garbage the department had for us, raided the nearest clearance fabric rack, and worked her magic. The employees at that little craft store loved and hated us in equal measure.”

Arlo is still tense, but he’s loosening up little by little, and with him Tina does too. The easy camaraderie is soothing, and she knows how much Arlo cares about his vampire friends, so it’s got to be a huge weight off his shoulders to be able to let his guard down around them. He deserves that. He deserves to be able to be himself.

Adam standing up draws Arlo’s attention like nothing else could, and he freezes like a startled rabbit again looking up at the burly blonde vampire as he approaches the sofa. He looks a split second from bolting. Tina sits up straighter and gives Adam her most daring look, squaring her shoulders to make it perfectly clear she's ready to fight the second he opens his mouth. She’ll definitely lose, sure, but she’ll make as much trouble as she can before she goes down.

He reaches out, his hand hesitating before it touches the album’s glossy page, and he looks up at Arlo with a questioning tilt to his brows. Arlo looks like he’s barely breathing, but he nods, and Adam slips one of the pictures from its sleeve. He straightens his spine, shoulders back, holding the photo and studying it carefully. His face is impossible to read, about as expressive as a bloody brick wall. Tina’s vibrating with nervous energy. She’ll fight a vampire, though. She will.

When Adam does finally speak, his voice comes out so softly Tina almost doesn’t hear it over the adrenaline rushing through her. “You look… striking.”

Striking. Oh my god.

She wants to laugh. They’re ridiculous.

“Thanks,” Arlo chokes out, his cheeks and ears going red this time.

Oh my god. Tina covers her mouth with both hands. Arlo glowers at her. It’s a lot less threatening when he’s blushing like that. “I didn’t say anything,” she mumbles against her palms.

“Your face,” he hisses, and she yelps.

“Oh! Shit!” She pulls her hands away, and he grabs her by the chin to check the damage with a click of his tongue.

Tina thought things would get better once Arlo actually kissed the man (and maybe got a leg over, but that’s only her business when she can finally get Arlo to actually talk about if the big, beefy Adonis is as missionary-with-the-lights-off as he looks) but at least they’re not just staring longingly at each other from across the room and then getting all sad about it anymore . Thankfully, Felix seems to be an old hand at clearing up the weird tension between the two of them, chiming in a delighted, “I’ve never seen you look so scary!” as he rifles through all the pictures from the Sleeping Beauty show. “I mean, you’re pretty scary when you go all furry, but also, you sort of just look like a big lanky puppy, because it’s just you, you know? This is someone else! Who is she! She's so cool!”

Arlo sighs and turns around to fix whatever Tina’s ruined with her foundation, and throws himself back into dolling her up. Thankfully, the actual festival’s not for a while yet. She complained about the unnecessarily early start when Arlo suggested the time, but now she’s glad he’s such a persnickety prick about scheduling. “I had a lot of fun with it,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders. “The original script notes said to get, y’know, sort of silly with it, but I wasn’t a big fan of that angle for a character like her. Yeah, I wanted to be campy, but not in the way…” He purses his lips. “Okay, well, Nate probably knows this, but a lot of classical ballets that have a female villains do this thing with them that I hate.” He frowns deeply, patting at Tina’s chin with gentle ferocity. “ An evil female character is supposed to be sort of… sort of a cautionary tale, I guess? Like your typical bitter spinster crone, the old hag, or the wicked stepsisters, things like that. So they’ll specifically cast a male dancer and put them in bright, gaudy facepaint and garish costumes that are supposed to be cartoonish and ugly, that you're supposed to find funny, to show you that this character is bad because she’s indelicate and mannish, and that’s why she’s evil.”

His mouth twists around the words, and he looks up, back at the vampires, leaving Tina a moment to really appreciate that Arlo’s comfortable enough with them to do what he’s only ever really done with her—which is ramble about something he’s passionate about. It’s always fun to watch. He turns back to her, and she just wishes his hands weren’t occupied, because he’s a big hand-talker otherwise. “I got the role because the professor thought it would be funny to stick me in a role like that, being so tall and, y’know,” he gestures vaguely to his faded old band tee and dark jeans, the thick leather cuff around his wrist. Tina doesn’t see what he really means, seeing as he looks cozy and content right now, but she gets what he’s going for. “He was expecting me to be awkward about it. The big, tough guy doing drag as the creepy crone caricature.” He huffs. “I talked with Demi about it, and we decided to say fuck that.” He sits up straighter, tilts up his chin, and looks down his nose at Tina.

She peers up at him, wide-eyed, and suddenly wonders if this is how Demi felt, playing Aurora when Carabosse looked down her nose at her like an insect under her heel.

“I thought Carabosse deserved better,” Arlo says fiercely. “If I was going to be a villain, I was going to be a damned good villain. I was going to tower over all the delicate, dainty little princesses and fairies, and I was going to be fierce. Professor Dacey wanted Aurora, and Candide, and Florine to be the epitome of sweet, delicate femininity, the ideal damsel in any classical show. Carabosse is supposed to be the complete opposite. You’re supposed to root against her, not want to be her. She’s a threat to the idea of womanhood, of the ideal feminine. She’s bold and selfish and she takes what she wants. I leaned into that. I even danced en pointe for parts of it, even though Carabosse isn't supposed to, and between the rehearsals and the actual performance, I thought my feet were gonna fall off, but it was worth it.”

Arlo smiles, and Tina is thrilled by the wickedness of it. She thinks she even sees just a hint of fang. Arlo’s been so careful about showing his teeth, ever since he told her what happened to him, why he disappeared for so long, so it's somehow special for him to feel like he can show her even a hint of what he’s become.

“Professor Dacey was pissed, afterwards, of course,” Arlo laughs, but there’s an edge to it. He seems to shrink. From Arlo to Carabosse to Arlo again. He looks down at his hands as they work on Tina more than at her face. “He didn’t, y’know, say anything he could have gotten fired over, but he did rail about being left out of planning and the budget and all that rot. Got even madder when Demi pointed out we’d spent our own money on the costumes. I think if he was tall enough to look down on me, he would have.” He snorts, a bitter curl to his mouth. Tina thinks of it painted bold, dark purple, thinks of how it would look with those teeth behind it. She wonders if he’d let her do his makeup for the festival. She’s not nearly as good at details as he is, but she’s no slouch either.

“You should have let me put raw fish in his hubcaps,” Tina mutters, just to make Arlo laugh. It works, and she beams at him.

“Would have been a waste of fish,” he mumbles, sucking his teeth. He finally picks up a bright eyeshadow palette and starts waffling over colors. He’s quiet while he deliberates, but after a while, he sighs. “I liked being Carabosse,” he says, like it’s a secret. Like he’s trying very hard not to be ashamed.

“I wish I could have seen it,” Adam says, almost dreamily. Tina could scream. “I— We could have, I mean. All of us. In solidarity.”

“Smooth,” Felix whispers.

“I’m sure it was a phenomenal performance,” Nate adds helpfully. He’s taken the album from Felix to flip through to some of Arlo’s other shows. “The passion you have for your characters shines through in just photos. It’s quite impressive.”

“You should have gone pro,” Tina mutters. “You’d be a household name by now.”

Arlo snorts and bops her with the brush. How many bops is that now? She’s certainly on a roll today. “And who’d keep you in line back here?” he teases.

Tina squints up at him and sticks out her tongue. “Like you’ve ever even tried to keep me in line, you big softie. You love the chaos, just admit it.”

“I’ll admit you to the hospital when you do something stupid and get yourself hurt again, how about that?”

They bicker like children back and forth while Arlo finishes her makeup, a wash of pink, purple, and blue eyeshadow and matching lipstick, overlaid with a lustrous sparkle to her cheekbones and a cute little black heart-shaped beauty mark under one eye. Felix gets a bi flag heart to match her eyeshadow around one eye, and then the rest is a sort of confetti splash of sparkly stars and hearts in every color. Even Nate goes for the bi eyeshadow (Bi-shadow? She should have been saying that this whole time!), making him, Tina, and Felix a matching set, and Mason consents to a very simple pan flag on his cheek. Tina suspects Adam only allows the eyeshadow treatment so he can have Arlo cup his face all tenderly, but she keeps the thought (mostly) to herself. He looks good in pastels, she thinks when she sees the finished blue, pink, and white.

Arlo draws a little heart under his eye too. The heart in Tina's chest almost explodes with warmth.

And then Arlo disappears into the bathroom, leaving the rest of them to entertain themselves while he gets ready on his own. They go through the album some more, and Tina tells them all about her favorite shows, because she went to every single one she could manage, and got Arlo’s school friends to send her videos of the ones she couldn’t. Tina Poname is Arlo Priestley’s number one fan, and that will never change. Not even now that she's got some competition.

When Arlo comes out of the bathroom, they all look up in sync, and he stands there, shifting anxiously from foot to foot under the attention, and lifts his hands in a stilted shrug. “So?” he asks, smiling nervously. He’s changed clothes, too. Tight pants, big boots, a mesh-sleeved black shirt underneath his patch-and-pin-covered denim vest. His wrists jingle with chunky bracelets, and his hair is braided neatly over one shoulder. But his makeup is what really steals the show. That insanely sharp cat-eye, of course, but one eye is done up in blue, pink, and white, and the other in yellow, white, purple, and black. He smiles timidly. “I, uh, I couldn’t really decide on just one,” he says, sticking his gloved hands into the pockets of his vest. “I’m, um, I’m not sure which one’s really right for me yet, I guess?” He shrugs again, and Tina watches delightedly as Adam stands up slowly, his eyes on Arlo with such an awed intensity she wonders if he even remembers there’s other people in the room. Arlo keeps babbling as he approaches, the words tumbling nervously from his black-painted lips. “I sort of like matching with you, Adam, and I know they’re both fine, but I—”

Adam grabs him by the lapels of his jacket, yanks him down to his level, and silences him with a kiss. Tina throws her arms up in the air with an impulsive shriek of “WOO!” that Felix echoes even louder. They high-five over Mason’s head, and he looks like he wants to throw them both out the window. Nate sits by with a pleasant little smile, which only fades when he takes note of the clock.

Adam and Arlo are still kissing, Arlo’s hands cupped around the vampire’s cheeks and Adam clinging to his vest like he'll drown if he lets go. Tina thinks she might see a hint of tongue when Nate loudly clears his throat.

They break apart with an indecent smacking noise, and Tina yelps out a sharp laugh when she sees Arlo’s black lipstick smeared all around Adam’s mouth.

Nate crosses his arms and smiles dryly at them. “Why don’t you two go fix your faces,” he suggests. “The rest of us will make sure the car is packed for the festival.”

“Um, yes. You— We—” Arlo fumbles for a bit, touching his smeared lips, his eyes just a bit dazed. He and Adam look at each other, and then flee for the bathroom together.

Tina’s never been more excited for a festival in her life.

[crystal-moon-101]

Name: Cynthia “Thea” Ashley Levin

Nickname: Thea (prefers to go by this nickname than her real name), Cyn, Cynthie, Cee, Levin Jr, Mr.Blunt

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Birthday: 7th February  

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Ethnicity/Specie: American - Human/Anodite/Osmosian

Personality: Intelligent, Bold, Smart-Mouthed, Impulsive, Instinctive, Arrogant, Temperamental, Stubborn, Focused, Helpful, Brave, Wild Streak, Protective, Blunt, Romantic

Hobbies: Calligraphy (Writing in this style has an extremely calming effect on Thea), Hip Hop Dance, Mechanics, Automobiles, Is it bad to say she likes math? (It’s logical, practical and makes sense, the addition of letters just made it more enjoyable), Car Shows, Martial Arts

Family:

Gwen Tennyson - (Mother/Despite Thea being very different to her mother, loud and impulsive, the two still get along well. They like to have intelligent discussions, and Thea often goes to her when asking questions about something, knowing her mother will give her honest and truthful answers. They also like to study magic together, and enjoy reading books in the same room.)

Kevin Levin - (Father/Very much a daddy girl, Thea takes after her father quite a bit, in personality and in many interests. Ever since she was little, she’s loved cars thanks to her father, and the two like working together in his garage and chatting. Kevin taught her to be  a tough one, and tries his hardest to make sure she never takes a path like he once did.)

Zed - (Pet - Anubian Baskurr/While Thea doesn’t mind Zed much, the two don’t interact much due to Thea not personally into dogs, more so cats. They have a civil relationship and Thea does help take care of Zed when asked, but the two have been known to comfort each other when something is wrong.)

Ben Tennyson- (First cousin once removed - “Uncle”/Thea and her uncle have a very fun relationship, and she often goes to him about issues she doesn’t want to discuss with her parents, knowing he is a good third opinion to listen to. She admires how brave and outgoing he is, and does look up to him as a hero, but also has her fun uncle.)

Julie Yamamoto- (First cousin once removed-In Law - “Aunt”/Julie’s soft and down to earth nature is something Thea appreciates, in a family full of daredevils. Her aunt has a way of comforting Thea in a gentle manner, without making it feel like she is pitying her. Though that being said, Thea finds her hidden feisty side fun to see whenever it comes out.)

Jay Tennyson- (Second cousin - Like Siblings/Ever since she first held her baby cousin, she has felt this drive of protection over him, and the two act like siblings all the time. They tease, bicker, have fun and share secrets here and there, and are very loyal to each other. Her protective attitude has been growing though, ever since finding out Jay has been bullied, and when Jay starts developing feelings for her rival, Vanessa Morningstar. Subconsciously, Thea struggles to see her baby cousin growing up and not needing her as much, which makes Thea feel a little worthless at times. That being said, the two love each other, and will forever remain loyal, no matter what.)

Tundra, Orion, Vale, Neva, North, Crystal, Alaska, Micha, Storm, Gray, Raine, Arlo, Zodiac and Lux - (Second cousins/There’s quite something to have a cluster of cousins like this, but Thea loves them nonetheless. She loves to visit them, and hanging out with them whenever they’re on earth. She has a different dynamic with each of them.)

Max Tennyson - (Great Grandfather/Thea has always found her Great Grandfather to be a cool and chill man, and a very wise person to go too when needing help with something. She likes listening to his Plumber stories, and the people he’s met throughout his life.)

Xylene - (Great Grandfather Figure/While Xylene is more of a great grandmother figure for Jay, that doesn’t mean Thea and Xylene don’t get along. Xylene’s bold personality is something Thea can admire, and the two like having talks about tech and crafting.)

Verdona - (Great Grandmother/Thea has a bit of an odd relationship with her great grandmother. On the one hand, she likes Verdona’s wild and fun personality, and the two like to get into some crazy chaos together. Though on the other hand, she knows Verdona is fond of her because she is an Anodite, and while she appreciates Verdona’s help with her magic, and understands that Anodites have a different lifestyle to humans, it’s sometimes hard to deal with Verdona when it comes to earth related parts of Thea’s life.)

Frank Tennyson- (Grandfather/Thea likes to tease her grandfather playfully very often, but she is still pretty respectful towards him, as he’s helped out her parents often when she was growing up. He’s also been known to get her thoughtful gifts to her to cheer her up, knowing the kind of things she likes.)

Natalie Tennyson- (Grandmother/Natalie’s personality was something Thea could actually appreciate here and there, as Natalie had ways of keeping Thea in line before doing something dumb while growing up, and helped the girl listen to her parents when she would fuss here and there. The two like to discuss things about Thea’s future, as Natalie is great at organizing and has good suggestions for universities in Thea’s future.)

Ken Tennyson- (Uncle/Thea loves her uncle, as his kind and understanding way of life has always helped her when she’s going through something. And, much like Julie, sometimes it’s just nice to have a down to earth member of the family.)

Jade Levin- (Grandmother/Ever since her son gave her a grandchild, Jade has loved and adored Thea since. She often helped Kevin and Gwen whenever Thea’s Osmosian powers sparked up, giving them tips that she learnt from when raising Kevin. And since Thea acts a lot like her father, Jade knows how to talk to her, and what things she likes and dislikes.)

Harvey Hackett - (Step-Grandfather/Despite Kevin’s unsure views of Harvey, he has allowed the man to be in Thea’s life, and the two do get along. Harvey was a little nervous at first, due to his past with Kevin, but he tries his best to support Thea, not wanting to make the same mistakes he made with Kevin, and this has built some kind of bridge between him and his stepson in important moments.)

Friends:

Feike - (Friend/Crush?/Due to Feike’s background, him and Jay often visit him when needing information in the criminal world, though her relationship with him is far more complicated than that. At first, he very much flirted with her pretty often, giving his player lifestyle, and she mostly just ignored it, used to those comments by now. But things slowly began to change after they developed more of a friendship over time, and they got to know each other better, especially after she decided to go on one date with him. She found that he’s a lot more caring than he lets on, and despite his criminal background, he has morals and lines he won’t cross. This has led to her having some kind of crush and romantic side relationship with him, which she never thought would happen due to the fact she said she’s never date a street boy...but he does treat her far better than any other guy she’s met and dated. But the two struggle with their feelings due to Thea’s personal issues, and Feike fearing he’ll have nothing if he leaves his criminal life behind for her.)

Malax - (Friend/Her and Malax have a very bro-like relationship, often teasing and chatting about their hobbies with one another, getting along fairly well. Malax is also one of the few that can hold Thea back when she’s angry or frustrated, and gives her a needed slap of reality when no one else can.)

Rook Rilla - (Friend/The two get along fairly well, though Rilla’s blunt and dry way of speaking has annoyed Thea from time to time, but she often gets away with that as Thea can appreciate it at times, and knows Rilla means well. That being said, Thea will always tease her when seeing Rilla daydreaming over someone.)

Etherea’Liss - (Friend/Thea was quite hesitant with Etherea at first, as her and Jay had an experience with Zs’Skayr a while ago before meeting her. But she came to feel sorry for Etherea and her situation, and admires her desire to make her people proud, and to show the outside world that her kind are not bad. There is a bit of a struggle between the two, due to Etherea’s shy personality not mixing well with Thea’s out there wording, but sometimes Thea can give her that needed push to try something.)

Azmuth - (Family Friend/She finds Azmuth to be pretty grumpy and doesn’t get him very often, but the two like to have intelligent conversations, and he has praised her on her academic work, even giving her a few pointers here and there.)

Neutrals:

Vanessa Morningstar - (Rival/ It’s a bittersweet thing with these two ladies. To outsiders, their relationships doesn’t make too much sense, as people can’t understand why they’re rivals, and why they often pick on each other. It’s never clear who started it, but whenever they’re in the same room you can feel tension. Vanessa often picks at Thea’s temper and impulsive nature, knowing Thea is running from her problems, while Thea picks at Vanessa’s pride, thinking Vanessa acts too stuck up and knows she’s covering up something. It doesn’t help when Vanessa and Jay start catching interest in each other, at first Vanessa doing so just to tease Thea, but now feeling something for Jay. Thea’s afraid Vanessa will break his heart and hurt him, or that she’ll have to deal with Vanessa for the rest of her life if they get properly serious. But she knows Vanessa makes Jay happy...and a part of her just doesn’t know how to handle her baby cousin growing up. And in many ways, perhaps she gets aggressive with Vanessa, because she’s one of the few people to have the guts to point out the flaws Thea is running from.)

Enemies:

Medusa - (Enemy/Thea hates this woman, mostly because of how she reflects Thea in many ways. Medusa took special interest with Thea when noting how similar they were, the girl reminding her of her past self. Because of this, Medusa has this idea that Thea should become like her, to push down people to never feel weak again, perhaps because of her subconscious hatred for who she used to be. Typically Thea ignores what most villains say about her, but Medusa has a way to get at her fears and emotions, and that’s hard for to handle.)

Eldrigma - (Enemy/Thea didn’t like Eldrigma right off the bat, and thought he was just some new villain lucantic with a dumb plan to take over the galaxy or whatever. But after hearing thoughts from others, and certain signs popping up, she’s starting to understand that there is something more to this man’s story that they don’t know. That doesn’t mean she’ll pity him, and will do whatever it takes to stop him from hurting others.)

Vesper - (Enemy/Thea has a very odd view of Vesper. On the one hand, that chick is terrifying and her need to drain mana from living things freaks Thea out, also being an Anodite full of mana that Vesper has threatened to drain from her. But on the other hand, Thea does feel upset for her, and how Vesper was casted out by the Anodites for being sick and broken. A part of Thea wants to help, but the other half was to keep her distance.)

Professor Alate - (Enemy/Hates the dude and thinks he’s plain creepy, there’s no secret there. It doesn’t help that he targets Jay so often, and has made it clear what he wants to do with the boy if he ever catches him. Alate is just someone who can easily creep her out and ruffle her emotions, but she just can’t do the same with him. He always has a counter and comeback for her, and she really doesn’t know how to handle him. But that doesn’t stop her from trying to keep him away from her friends and Jay.)

Vilgax - (Enemy/Due to hearing many stories about him, Thea was a little intimidated by the guy when he returned from the dead, working with Alate. But when it became clear Vilgax was struggling with how much time has past, and his worth in the eyes of today, Thea likes to crack jokes about him and will fight him. That doesn’t mean it's easy to tussle with the dude, but compared to Alate, she would prefer to fight Vilgax any day of the week.)

Sciros - (Enemy/The moment Thea saw Sciros, and how he interacted with Feike, she knew she didn’t like him. He creeps her out, and she knows there’s some kind of dangerous dynamic between him and Feike, where the man has a grip on him. And while she has tried to talk to Feike about it, he’s made it clear it’s not her place to discuss such matters with him, so for now she tries her best to be there for Feike. But that doesn’t mean Thea won’t give the man glares whenever she sees him around.)

Representing Song: Miracle - The Score

Skills: Spell Casting. Mana Manipulation. Hand-To-Hand Combat. Anodite Form. Energy/Power/Matter Absorption. Supernatural Strength/Stamina/Endurance. Mechanic/Technician. Tactician. Levitation. Mind/Mental-Powers. Mathematical.

Weakness/Flaws/Fears: Automatonophobia (Fear of ventriloquist dummies, animatronics, wax statues, essentially anything which falsely represents a being). She hates the idea of losing her sight, hearing and touch. Subconscious Athazagoraphobia (Fear of forgetting and fear of being forgotten. She’s not good with the idea of being useless and left behind, which ties into her overprotective and slight clingy nature, but right now she doesn’t realise this). Slight Philophobia (Fear of falling in love or not being able to maintain a relationship. Despite going on plenty of dates, they often go wrong and she has had her heart broken many times). Her impulsive and blunt moments can get her into trouble, often getting into arguments and fights that she doesn’t back down from. She sometimes struggles to control her temper and outbursts, and has said things that hurt people she cares about, often regretting what she said very quickly. Her overprotective nature can be a bit much at times, especially with someone like Jay, as she has subconscious fears that he’ll be hurt without her protection, and there’s even a subconscious desire to be wanted and needed through this. She’s not good at taking blame, and has a habit of pointing fingers.  

Bio: N/A

[mahvaladara]

For the OC questions (Sorry for being so late, been a busy.. gaming wise, weekend!) 90-100 for Mal 1-10 for Annika 20-30 for Maeve 40-50 for a teenage Syra perhaps?

[Ga]Mal[l] Sullyvan

90. What is their occupation?

Gamall is a full-time Wanderer, which is a type of Valasyr who specializes in wandering between cities, countries, planets, and even universes seeking to harness as much knowledge and power as possible. They are also often called knowledge and power devourers.

Currently, Gamall is a full-time Biologist and freelance Gardener.

91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them?

Depends. His family respects him dearly. From where he came he was respected out of utter fear. But those days are in the past and he is living a new life and earning respect by hard labor.

92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say?

Gamall once was in this position, and he had wanted back then to see his former wife Caitlyn and former son Seimei before disappearing. He went and got a few last minutes with them, but he didn't die. He wished he did. For time came to claim Caitlyn eventually, and as for Seimei, he killed the boy when he came seeking "revenge" for the death of his father.

He now has come to the conclusion that if death ever comes for him, it's not like he can prepare for it. So he lives every day as if he only had minutes to live, seeking to amass as much fulfillment as he can, rather by the form of material goods, personal knowledge, spiritual power, hedonistic pleasure, or life experiences.

93. How do they deal with stress?

Gamall is already quite the shittalker and blabbermouth, but when under stress that becomes worse. But he is paradoxal and it mostly depends on the type of stress, it can either be met with agression or silence and either of the two are always foreboding.

94. Do they have a more submissive or dominate personality type?

Versatile personality. Gamall adapts well to the people around him, but he is not a pushover and he despises whoever tries to dominate him by force. He does enjoys playing the sub as much as the dom and though Gamall can actually be very manipulative, it is not on his interests to dominate or command others, usually his manipulation only working to make sure people don't bother him.

95. Do they have a pet?

Currently no. But they'll have a lot of chickens and a lot of cows.

Gamall used to have a horse called Eggplant, but there's a running gag that if he gets a horse it'll die, so... yea, that happened.

96. Do they have a stash of weapons?

Pffft. They don't exactly need too, they can kill you with their mind alone, but this is the type of asshole who will kill you with a duck if you tell him he can't.

97. Where do they live? Who do they live with?

The farmlands. Gamall isn't keen on big cities or places with a lot of people around because it usually means trouble and pain for him and he'd rather not.

98. How do they calm themselves down?

Depends. He has found out that addressing a fireball to whom it may concern is a great way to calm down, but he can't exactly commit capital murder everytime someone annoys him. Gardening currently has been providing him a lot of calm and quiet he needs.

99. Are they co-dependent?

No.

100. Are they a day, or night person?

Night person, it helps that he doesn't need sleep.

1. How do they present themselves to others?

Anika comes off as a smart, kind and fun girl, your level-headed rich girl who's always had everything she needed.

To her dad however, she's a rebelious teenager finally breaking free from a sheltered and controled life. She is finally learning magic rather he wants her to or not and continuing on his footsteps trying to find a way to return Apollo's heart and find a way to save Arlo.

2. Do they like animals?

Yes. Anika had a cat as a child, but due to her mother's illness she had to give away the cat. After her mother passed away, Anika and Apollo adopted a dog. Anika ended up being the one to keep the dog, since Arlo hurt their dog when they tried to take it to Apollo's home.

3. How do they dress?

Anika dresses in a very sporty rich way. She prefers wearing high end sports clothes, leggings, crop tops and track suits, anything she can move well in and exercise in. Sometimes she pairs them with fishnets and accessories that give her a more sporty witch feel.

4. How many languages do they know?

Anika speaks english and spanish.

5. How big is their family?

Currently it's just her and her father. Her mother used to be around but she was killed by an unknown dragon who her father refuses to name.

6. What is their purpose in the story?

Anika is Apollo's best friend and girlfriend, she is also a witch and a dragon hunter, who is currently aiding Apollo in finding a cure for Arlo's rot the same way her father before sought her mothers. After her mother's death, Anika decided she had a duty to Apollo to help him save her brother, as it was Anika who lured Arlo to the trap.

7. Do they know how to fight?

Anika is petite, but Anika can kick your ass. Her father taught her kickboxing.

8. What is their back story?

Anika is the only daughter of Isaiah and Melantha Lorenn, she moved with her father to Windenburg when he was offered a position as a principle at the school. She lived a pretty uneventful life despite her father's side work as a dragon hunter and spellcaster. Anika herself was a powerful spellcaster but her father kept her away from the major things he was doing. Eventually, Anika fell to a trick to capture the two child dragons, her best friend Apollo and Arlo.

9. Why is their name, their name?

I really liked the sound of Anika, and since Isaiah and Melantha also had unique names, I wanted Anika to have a name that would feel like she's a girl born into the 1%.

10. Do they have any nick names?

Ani, by Apollo, Queen B(itch) by Arlo. Princess by many of her school peers.

20. What do they look like?

See thee above.

21. What are their hobbies?

Maeve's hobbies include watching football and baseball games, writting research law papers, cooking and working out.

22. What are their ticks?

Their what?

23. Do they like children?

Maeve has five children, her eldest twins Arlo and Apollo, her middle daughter, Syracusia, and her youngest twins Talia and Dimitri.

24. How do they react to being around wild animals?

Maeve is pretty brave and adventurous but as most people she tends to avoid wild foxes and other animals.

25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?

It would be Mal and it would be the yelling "I feel good!" prank when he was busy spraying bugs, doing the laundry or when he's vacumming.

26. Do they have any survival skills?

Yes, she can pitch a tent, filter water and cook most wilderness food. She also knows how to hunt, since her father enjoyed hunting pigeons, ducks and rabbits. She knows how to make a snare trap.

27. Are they more book smart or street smart?

50/50. She's very book smart when it comes to education and law, but has a lot of street smart when dealing with her clients, and the cases she has. She knows what the jury are more likely to simpathise with and usually builds her case defense around this.

28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?

Usually by trying to solve it. If she can't solve it, she asks for help, but she is not one to run away from a situation.

29. Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want?

Personality and smarts.

30. What music do they enjoy?

Maeve enjoys rock, old school rock and roll.

40. How do they become who they are?

Syra is the lucky three. She has a very calm and uneventfull life despite what luck befalls are siblings, and she is lucky to get two younger siblings, so she never got very cotroling parents breathing over her shoulder, so she was allowed to be herself. She has a very supporting father in Mal, who supports her every decision, and a big brother who loves her and whenever he is well, Arlo will go with her to do whatever she wants.

41. How was their childhood?

She had a happy childhood. Though they moved when she was a kid, she was young enough for it to not cause a negative impact on her growing up. At the contrary of her older siblings, Syra wasn't forced to go to a private school, and being in public school allowed her to be a regular girl without the pressure of being examplar.

42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over?

One of her friends is a mooch, who's only around her to get good grades and to steal her stuff, she doesn't know this yet.

43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all?

Syra adapts pretty well to her surroundings and situations. She's a versatile girl who knows she has parents and siblings who will help her if she needs.

44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar

Syra is soft spoken, quiet and calm.

45. Are they opposed to violence?

Very much. Syra grew up watching her two older brothers getting into very violent altercations, especially when Arlo was feeling well. She usually would get in the middle of the two. She now knows why they'd fight.

46. When is their birthday?

Syra was born in Autumn, I think.

47. Are they quick to judge?

Not really. Syra is very empathetic.

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

No.

49. Do they act different around different people?

No.

50.Do they enjoy the arts?

Syra enjoys theater, film and music.

[pkmnomegaverse]

Have you planned on any new couples and fankids from other regions besides Sinnoh?

The main ones would just be involving the characters from the Ranger games. I’ve posted what the hypothetical Almia kids/ships might look like before. And I almost added some of them to my fankidtober list but due to only Jazz having a name, I left them off so I didn’t have to come up with names on the spot. I never actually finished the other two Ranger games so I still don’t have an opinion on any ships that might result from those games.

Past that, I’ve kind of been wanting to pair Bonnie up with someone. I’ve considered using Raleigh like what L&L did since it has fun potential, but I’m leaving it open in case another ship captures my interest. I’ve also considered adding Arlo/Spark and giving them kids, but since I don’t have any ideas for them, I’m just leaving them on the back burner. I think those are the only ships I’ve considered adding??

As far as established ships go, I’ve considered making a Gloria/Marnie kid and making a third Steven/Wallace kid. Those are two I won’t bother to add though unless a fun designs comes to me.

EDIT: Oh wait I lied. He’s not on the list yet cause he lacks a name still, but I have a RocketShipping kid who’s technically a Butch/James kid. He’s raised by Jessie/James cause while I might not see those two as a couple, they’re very much a platonic do-not-sepetate duo (plus Meowth, of course) for me. So they end up raising the kid together.

EDIT Round 2: This is extra unlikely to happen but if I were to ever actually develop the LonanVerse at all, then it would be a large list of new ships and new fankids, since the LonanVerse is a second fankid verse I’ve toyed around with (it’s suppose to be the world Faller!Lonan is from. Allegedly). If I ever actually get any significant info on it, I’ll drop the link for the GoogleDoc for it. But at this point, it’s just a list of ships so it’s not that interesting.

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Kingdom Collisions II

I've just finished a book and it made me cry so happily I thought I'd post a fanfic to commemorate it. Also I'm probably going to start an AWAE/AoGG account soon because I cannot fathom living my life without a space dedicated to my darling loves. Anyway that isn't relevant to the post. This is just a fun little fic I've been writing on the side to try incorporate more descriptions into my writing (I'm a known dialogue whore). I see fit to write it whenever I feel like, so updates may be far and few between, however I do hope you enjoy whatever does come out. I adore this moody ansgty side to jercy. It's been fun to explore.

Masterlist, cat-eye aquamarine

Leave me alone.

[we have known loneliness forever]

Why did I ever agree to this?

[so we do not quite know what it is like]

I never asked you to say yes!

[to want]

Fuck you.

[one another]

-lonliness is a two-sided conversation//badpoetry

Percy doesn't even look at his husband. Doesn't acknowledge his perfect hair, or blazing eyes, or how close they're sitting. He just stares directly out the car window, arms folded across his chest. The rolling hills and wild lavender dance past his vision as the car bounces along the gravel road. They are almost to their destination, to solid ground and quiet, peace. Despite the circumstances he is excited to be back at the cabin his family has owned for so many years. He relishes in the fact that he can escape somewhere that is untainted by the rest of his life. Throngs of people, and public demand, and never ending scrutiny. 

He is nothing short of pissed that he has to share his safe place with someone he despises so sweetly it is honey on his tongue to talk to them. But his mother had insisted if they were to act like a married couple they would have to go on a honeymoon and he had only agreed if he could choose the place. She wanted to send them to some private beach in Spain where they could pretend to be alone, oblivious to the paparazzi that were sure to follow, and the people who wanted to meet not one but two crown princes. It was his final stance that if he were being forced to spend time with his husband, it would at least be where he could enjoy it.

"Prince," A crackling voice says through the speakers.

Percy clicks a button on the arm rest, "Yes Mr James?"

"The security team has secured the area, would you like us to drop the bags off before you head inside or after?"

"Whenever suits you Mr James, I'm going for a walk."

Jason who had since then, fallen asleep, jolts awake as they go over a particularly bumpy area.

"And your husband Prince?"

"Ask him yourself, I'm sure he has much to say on the matter." Percy huffs, turning away.

"Prince Grace,"

Jason glares at Percy unimpressed with his dismissal and his rudeness towards the driver.

"Yes James sir?"

"Would you like your bags dropped off before or after you enter the area?"

"Before please, I feel it will help me settle in much easier if everything is already there."

Percy wants to scoff, who talks like that? This pretentious, stuck-up, goodie two-shoes is who. He wants to stick his tongue out, settle their rivalry like five year olds battling to see who can scowl for longer. Mostly, desperately he just wants to get out of this damn car. His leg bounces in time with the bumps, and his hands fidget in his lap. For all his princely training nobody ever managed to get him to sit perfectly still. His mother had finally given up and started carrying drawing pads and pencils wherever she went.

"Can you stop moving!" Jason growls.

"If it bothers you so much get out and walk." He spits back.

An eye roll is the reply but by then the car finally rumbles to a stop and a security detail is opening their doors.

"Princes,"

"Thank you Madison, Arlo." He manages to grit before he stomps off down the path and disappears into the woods.

"Where are you going?" He hears his husband yell. He doesn't bother to reply, someone will tell the Prince.

He kicks at the dark soil and pulls breath after breath into his lungs. He needs to calm down. Just then his ears catch the soft bubbling of a stream and he heads in the direction of the noise. The woods are quiet and cool. A soft breeze flutters between velvety leaves and needled pines, stirring the undergrowth. He wants to become one with the trees, become a branch that sways in greeting and grows friends, and feels the wind wrapping around it every evening. He just wants to stop being human for a little while. 

And then the stream is underneath him, soaking his fancy shoes and fine thread socks. He laughs, tugs them off and sits down in the middle of the cold, flowing water. He can feel it run into him like ice in his veins. He dips a finger in, then another, his whole hand and shudders at the smooth caress. It has been so long since he just got to be. Here in this little stream, pants soaking, hands turning blue he has never felt so faraway, out of his body. The world narrows to his fingertips, to the bead of water running down his ankle and joining its family once more. His brain is far and long forgotten, simply taking up space in his skull. He decides right then and there that if he ever comes back to this world he'll come back as a rock in the stream. To live in this beautiful, ever-moving world, where the cold is a kiss and you can never meet the same drop of water twice seems a good life indeed.

Just then he hears a rustle behind him. In an instant he’s on his feet, pulling a dagger from his suit jacket, a white-knuckled grip on the hilt.

"Whoever you are come out right now. I am not in the mood."

"Relax," A deep smooth voice says, "It's just me."

"Oh," He pulls his lips up in half disappointment, half relief it wasn't danger. "What do you want?"

"Mr James wants to know if you want five or ten of the guards here for the remainder of the time here."

"I want zero." He frowned, "I just want to be left in peace for the next few days."

"Well it's not an option so choose." Practical, always so practical.

"Leave five here, there's three other cabins about half a mile out on either side of ours that should be enough space. Everyone else can go home."

"Of course, I'll leave you to it then." Jason nods, stands there awkwardly for a moment longer and then disappears into the greenery once more.

Percy doesn't know what to do, doesn't know whether he should scream or cry or laugh.

He hadn't let himself think too hard about the events of the last few weeks. He had shoved every feeling but contempt and general dislike deep deep down into his cage and threw the key into the deepest parts of his ocean of thoughts. He wasn't sure he had the strength to unpack everything that had happened. When his mother had came to him all those weeks ago a heartbroken look in her eyes he knew whatever had happened would be nothing short of a disaster. Within the week he was promised to Crown Prince Jason Grace of Caelum and had been shoved into endless, meetings in which wedding arrangements and economic agreements had to be made.

He didn't even meet the Prince till the night before they were to be wed but by then Percy had despised the whole ordeal so intensely he hadn't any happiness or hope left in him to be kind to the Prince. And even if he did gave some it would have vanished completely upon their introduction. Jason looked at him with such calculating authority he had reminded Percy of an old tutor who thought children should be seen and not heard, and learn whatever was given to them without question. Jason had been stiff, and unyielding, and looked just as unhappy or even unhappier to be meeting him. At dinner Jason only spoke when spoken too, he didn't fidget even once, and worst of all he somehow still managed to charm his mother in about five seconds. One dimpled smile, and a cute story about his first time riding a horse and Queen Sally Jackson had accepted him as one of their own. Percy on the other hand was ignored the entire dinner, and on the walk in the gardens, at the insistence of his advisor, they hardly said two words to each other. Whether it was because Jason was lost in his own world or letting his displeasure for the whole ordeal simmer and burn into their company as Percy was he would never know. Either way the walk ended with a gruff, formal goodbye before they headed to their rooms.

Percy shuts out the politics of the arrangement and how his life has turned into this unrecognizable hurricane of chaos. He cups some of water in his hands and drops it over his curls. Letting it drip down his temples and catch on his collarbones. The coolness soothes him, as water has always done. Finally when his blood is no longer boiling with hidden anger he steps out of the stream, picking up his discarded shoes and socks and sinks into the earth with each step.

The cabin has a soft orange glow in the windows, and the many cars that escorted them have disappeared. He throws his belongings by the door, shucks his pants off and steps inside. The interior is just as he remembers it. Where the castle was dripping with opulence and royalty, the cabin was simple and stripped to the bare essentials. He had always loved the place. Even when he was little and his mom would whisk him away for a secret weekend. She would pack hoards of cookies and ice-cream and light the fire immediately. They would sit on the soft, fleece rug, her with a book and him with his sketchpad, sipping cocoa and spooning ice cream straight from the tub. Then he didn't have to be the prince one day inheriting the crown and she didn't have to be the Queen dealing with every problem under the sun. They hadn't been back in a good few years and he misses everything about the space. He is silently grateful that Jason has lit the fire. Something familiar to hold onto.

"You're back." The Golden Prince says.

"Astute observation." He rolls his eyes but the blonde doesn't look up from whatever he's doing.

Percy walks into the space, shrugging his suit jacket off and unbuttoning his wrinkled white shirt. He hears a sharp inhale and glances up to see a red cheeked Jason staring at him.

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"

"Oh," He laughs softly, "Yea they were wet so I took them off before I came in."

He sputters and blushes, glancing down and then peaking back up again.

"You alright there Prince?"

Jason clears his throat, and Percy watches that golden Adam's apple bob. His skin prickles with heat and he knows its time to go.

"I'm going to shower. I'll give you a tour afterwards if you want."

"That would be great."

With a nod in which they both avoid eye contact and general pleasantry he disappears into one of the three rooms of the cabin.

His shower is scorching, water pummeling against tired muscles. His mother always says a good shower and steaming cup of tea can fix more problems than a board of professionals. So far she hasn't been wrong.

"Hey," He walks back into the lounge sometime later, looking down as he ties the string on his pants, "You ready?"

The house is dead quiet, save for the crackle of the fire and the soft wind that whispers in the grooves of the floor.

"Jason?" He frowns, moving to stand in front of him.

The Prince is fast asleep, head lolling forward, book still clasped in his hands. Percy takes in his husband for the first time. Unobstructed by either of their waking emotions, or the general hustling that had shrouded their lives. Jason, he grudgingly admits, is beautiful. His hair looks soft and golden, and when it catches the light of the fire he's sure it's made from sunshine itself. And his skin is such a startling contrast to Percy's rich brown colour. The Prince's body, now folded into an awkward bent angle as he lay across the velvet-cushioned chair, is lithe and graceful. Corded with muscle but somehow still smooth in a way only an uptight Prince with a personal trainer may ever achieve. At least, he thinks sordidly, if I'm forced to marry someone he is as darling as Jason.

The blonde stirs softly, hand twitching, before he settles back into his position. As awkward and unhappy the two are with each other Percy can't leave him here. He's sure the Prince will bend into a chair himself if he slept like that all night long. So he gently taps his husband's shoulder, waking him almost immediately. Jason has never been a particularly heavy sleeper, and it is worse when he finds himself in a place he doesn't know. He blinks up at the world, blue eyes bright. They reminds Percy of the cat-eye aquamarine, the gemstone sat at the base of every crown ever made for his kingdom. He wonders what it says that the colour of his husband's eyes are also the colour he most associates with home. Just as quickly he expels those thoughts, content to bask in his clear dispassion and irritation for as long as this should last.

Jason scrubs a hand over his face, "Sorry you wanted to take me on a tour?"

"No, no there's time for that tomorrow. Why don't you head up to bed."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight then,"

"Goodnight Prince," He says stiffly.

"Sleep easy."

A nod in return and they both retire to their rooms, content to put the last week far behind them. Bury it under dreams, and hopes, and the promise of a tomorrow where nothing has tarnished it yet.

Percy left his window open, watched the tree outside it sway gently. Maybe tomorrow he would climb it and become acquainted with the birds in the nest.

He falls asleep, finally, to the chirp of crickets and the soft rustle of whispering leaves.

[ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut]

Always Led Back to You chapter 2, a John Doe/Seraphina from UnOrdinary fanfiction [FASTPASS SPOILERS for 212-214]

Hey guys here is the next chapter! Since only fastpass people only have access to the content in UnOrdinary’s chapters currently, I will be spoiling some stuff, but it won’t be word for word from the chapters either so no one will get bored. Just a warning there IS spoilers for fastpass 212-214!

Thank you for all who liked, commented, and favored this story so far!

Disclaimer: I don’t own UnOrdinary

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Seraphina quickly changed out of her uniform, a frown marring her features.

“Are you crazy, Seraphina? Why would you go meet this person? It all just sounds so shady.” Isen voiced, looking at her like she was out of her mind. Maybe she was, but Seraphina could no longer stand on the sidelines as John self-destructed and everyone would pay the price for it.

“I won’t be alone. You both could go with me.” Seraphina reasoned.

“But last time you met these people, Arlo was with you! I’m not as strong as him.” Isen argued.

“Isen is right, Seraphina! You’d just get hurt and we wouldn’t be able to protect you.” Elaine tried to reason with the magenta haired girl.

“We need to do this, Elaine. John’s going to destroy us all if we don’t do something.” Seraphina was losing her patience, tired of feeling useless in the wake of Ragnarok.

“We’ll find another way.” Isen placed his hand on her shoulder. Elaine nodded.

“Seraphina, please…” Elaine beseeched her.

Seraphina stared at them. She was silent. Isen and Elaine waited with baited breath.

“No.” Seraphina was firm, her eyes filled with determination. “I’m sorry, Isen… Elainie.” She then turned away from them, walking away. “If you won’t go with me, I’m on my own.”

“This is the only way. I have to do this.” Seraphina told herself, straightening out her jacket. She glanced at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her attire, and took a deep breath before exiting her bedroom.

“Seraphiina.” Arlo was there with Elaine, who looked absolutely panicked. Seraphina locked eyes with the former king.

‘Elaine must’ve gotten him to reason with me.’ Seraphina concluded.

“I’m not backing down from this Arlo. If you’ve come here to stop me, it’s useless. I refuse to watch everyone suffering anymore and me not being able to do anything about it.” Seraphina told him.

“I know.” Arlo replied, crossing his arms. “That’s why I’m coming with you.”

“W-What?!” Elaine looked like she was about to faint, not expecting this plot twist from her former king.

Seraphina and Arlo examined each other for a brief moment, neither speaking, before Seraphina smiled, patting the blonde’s shoulder.

“Well, whaddaya know? You came through after all, Arlo.” Seraphina teased. Arlo tensed and Seraphina couldn’t help but picture him as a bristling cat. As if Arlo could sense she was picturing him with cat ears and a tail, he frowned.

“If you weren’t a cripple, I’d teach you not to tease your king.” Arlo huffed.

“Ah, but as I recall, you are no longer a king, and I shall hopefully no longer be a cripple if my instincts are right.” Seraphina’s smirk was absolutely fox worthy.

“Tch. Let’s get this over with.” Arlo dismissed her statement.

“H-hold on here! You two can’t be serious!” Elaine fretted.

“Elaine, if we’re not back by curfew, tell the school.” Arlo commanded. Elaine could swear her soul was leaving her body from fear.

“Arlo! What do you mean if you’re not back?! Why are you two walking away from me?!” Elaine cried as Seraphina and Arlo hurriedly made their way out of the school.

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They arrived at the café that was designated as the meeting spot for Seraphina. Grabbing a table, the two surveyed their surroundings.

“You see anything suspicious?” Arlo asked.

“Nothing really. Just people having fun.” Seraphina answered. Arlo sighed, leaning back into his chair, his arms crossed, finger tapping against his bicep. Seraphina watched him closely.

“You seem nervous.” Seraphina noted.

“Should I not be?” Arlo asked her, his eyes stern, reprimanding as if she was the cause of his worry. “We don’t know anything about these people, and we’re going in blind. How can you be so cool about it?”

“I guess remaining cool is all I have going for me right now.” Seraphina shrugged. “I’m a cripple now. I can’t do anything about what’s happening, but maybe if I remain level-headed, it can help soothe everyone around me in some way.”

Arlo studied her, not saying anything. Then, a waitress approached their table.

“Hi! Would you like to order anything?” the waitress was all smiles, especially at Arlo, who paid her no heed. If Seraphina was in a mischievous mood, she probably would’ve stirred some trouble to tease the blonde.

“I’ll have a mango boba.” Seraphina smiled. The waitress nodded and then focused on Arlo, blushing a bit.

“I’ll have a black coffee.” Arlo stated. “No cream. No sugar.” His commanding tone startled the waitress while Seraphina, who was used to her surly friend, hid a smile.

“O-oh! Okay! Coming right up!” with that, the waitress left, and Seraphina found her opportunity to pounce.

“You know, you’ll never get a date if you constantly scare people away, Mr. Serious.” Seraphina pointed out lightly. Arlo raised an eyebrow at her.

“How could I be thinking of dating at a time like this?” Arlo was flabbergasted, or at least as much as the serious blonde would show. “I have no use for dates.”

“And that’s why you’re gonna end up an old man who never married with Elaine banging her head against the wall because you’re so dense.” Seraphina quipped.

“Elaine? What does Elaine have to do with this?” Arlo asked. If Seraphina wasn’t so composed, she would’ve burst out laughing.

‘Poor Elaine…’ she thought. ‘She surely likes someone who’s denser than a boulder.’

“Nevermind. Maybe try smiling once in a while? With all your frowning you’re going to lose that handsome mug from wrinkles.” Seraphina dismissed his question. The image of a cat bristling came to her mind once more when she saw Arlo’s expression.

“Well, what about you, Seraphina? You haven’t been on a date either.” Arlo pointed out, and Seraphina raised an eyebrow, surprised he’s even entertaining this conversation more.

“In case you’ve forgotten, Arlo, I’m not exactly a prize.” Seraphina replied. “Being a cripple hasn’t really endeared me to anyone as you have noticed.” She gestured to herself.

“John didn’t seem to mind.” Arlo replied, not maliciously, just stating as if it was a fact.

“That John isn’t here anymore.” Seraphina responded. She blocked out that fight where John was completely shattered in her eyes. His voice still rang in her ears when she slept.

“Seraphina, if you think John was putting on an act for you, you’re denser than me.” Arlo told her sternly. “He may have lied to you about being a cripple, but John would’ve conquered the world if you asked. He would’ve done anything just to make sure you were happy and safe, and has done things to do so.”

“I didn’t need the world.” Seraphina griped back, bitterness taking over. “I just needed him to be there.”

“And he was.” Arlo countered back, not bothered by her tone. “Why do you think he became Joker?”

“To punish people.” Seraphina was quick to respond, knowing the answer.

“To punish people who were harming you.” Arlo also was quick to respond. “Personally, I think John should’ve just came clean to you and protected you himself instead of relying on masks or us to do so, and I hate the guy for all he’s doing, but I can’t in good conscience deny his motives anymore or else I’ll be a coward just like him.” Arlo explained.

“What… what do you mean?” Seraphina asked, almost afraid to hear more. Arlo sighed, the tapping of his finger against his bicep increasing in speed.

“John’s priority was and has always been you. Everything he did, he did because he thought it would keep you safe. Seraphina… he’s nearly killed someone just for threatening you while you were unconscious.” Arlo confessed. “Now, you can tell me that John is gone, but you can’t deny he was never there. Personally, I’m glad you kicked him to the curb because he’s become too unstable and nearly hurt you, but you can’t really go on believing you were never his entire world.”

“I wasn’t…” Seraphina tried to defend, the reality of Arlo’s confession washing down on her like a thunderous waterfall.

“You were. You may have thought you were just his best friend, but John, even if he never admitted it or realized it, saw you differently.” Arlo concluded with her, the tapping calming down, relieved he could finally say what he’s been keeping to himself since John threatened his silence. It was soothing to finally tell Seraphina what John didn’t want her to know, to finally be honest with a person he respected.

“Well…. That’s…. shocking to say the least.” Seraphina finally spoke. Arlo shrugged. “Is… what he became… is this all my fault?”

“No.” Arlo responded, not even needing to think about it. “All the fault is John’s. He should’ve just been honest with you in the first place.”

“But… if I had done things differently…” Seraphina was consumed by what ifs and should haves. What if she pushed harder? What if she let him know she was there? Would John be the way he is now if she had done things differently?

“No. Don’t think about those thoughts, Seraphina.” Arlo commanded. “It will do you no good. You cannot change the past. Now, we’re going to see if your hunch is right and you can change the future.”

“Arlo…” Seraphina paused. “Could I… is it possible you think I can save him? Even now, when he’s gone?”

Before Arlo could answer, the waitress brought them their drinks. Arlo paid the waitress no heed, watching Seraphina, his friend, struggling with her demons.

“Oh! By the way, there’s someone who has arrived for your table! I’ll be back with her order as well. Sorry about that.” The waitress announced, taking her leave. Arlo tensed, and quickly turned his head towards the door where the mysterious person they would meet was standing.

“It’s a woman.” Arlo whispered. Seraphina was roused from her inner turmoil, turning her head to look in the direction of the door as well.

Her heart stopped cold.

“Leilah...?”

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So there you have it! I did add a lot more content than the original episode and changed the conversation a bit, but I hope you still enjoyed. I was going to have Arlo originally say it was his fault John went crazy, but then I realized that wouldn’t be in Arlo’s character to admit he fucked up.

[sirenva]

⧾ ⊹ * ♦︎╰ LIRENA’S WEEKEND GETAWAY ! PT. 1 ╯

As they get to the harbor, Luca's eyes widen at the sight of the majestic yacht. "You mean to tell me that you used your status to get this for us?" he chuckles as he adjusts his backpack on his shoulder. "Amazing. Amazing use of privilege," he teases.(edited)

with a large duffle back slung over her slender frame, sirena was beyond excited to finally hop aboard the yacht that would be their new home for the weekend. "nice, isn't it? look at all the places we'll be able to test drive this weekend," she teases with a playful wink before nodding for the boy to follow. they were greeted by the captain who would be driving the boat, as well as a couple of servers who would be prepping all their meals. they handed both the couple some champagne before scattering to their places. "i usually don't like to flaunt my status, but this is pretty fucking cool," she laughs before taking a sip of her champagne.

"i love how you make everything sound dirty," luca laughs and nudges her arm before following her into the yacht. He's amazed by everything that surrounds him, it's a true beauty, the boat. He thanks the person who hands them champagne, "i'd never been on a yacht," he says, looking around and dropping his backpack on a nearby lounge chair. "Cheers, to us," luca smiles and raises his glasses, only to find Sirena drinking. "Oh, you're already- never mind," he chuckles and takes a sip from the champagne. He's not a big champagne drinker, but this is a special occasion, and he'll make sure to make the most of it.

"isn't that my job?" she teases before stealing a kiss from his cheek. setting her own bag down next to luca's, she's walking toward the front of the boat, already loving the view of the ocean, even if they haven't even left the port yet. she was distracted, mainly because she prayed that this weekend would truly help her feel normal again. help her forget all the drama back on shore, and let her be happy with luca again. "hm? oh, sorry, babe," she chuckles softly before holding out her glass to clink with his anyways. one arm goes to wrap around him, her eyes gazing up at him with a warm smile, "never? it's a lot of fun. i don't think i've ever been on one this fancy, but i've been to a few after parties on one. should we go explore?"

"no, you're job is to be the talented frontwoman of something strange. this is just a bonus," he smiles when she kisses his cheek. Walking behind Sirena, he decides he loves the view of the ocean. if he could, he would live on the beach with an ocean view. Luca chuckles and clinks his glass with her, this is good, this feels good. He wants so desperately to lose himself in this weekend with his girlfriend, not worrying about the not-so-distant past. He wraps an arms around her shoulders when he feels hers around his body, he smiles down at her. "what kind of parties? like promotional stuff and all?" he asks, curious. "Yes! Let's go explore," Luca says with excitement and he's already pulling Sirena to the left, going around the inside of the boat and getting to the back part. There are lounging chairs and a bar and he feels like a king. "I still can't believe this is all for just the two of us"

she's been called talented before, yet hearing it from luca always made her heart flutter. his words and views about her mattered more than maybe they should, but she figured that's what loves makes you do. "yeah, after a few of our concerts there's been some after parties and what not. never hurts to show up and get to know some big time people, you know? although i think i was on one in senior year cause one of the richest guys in the school through his birthday party on one. that was a wild time," she laughs at the memory. she drinks most of her champagne before setting the glass down and following luca's lead. she doesn't hesitate to jump upon the long sofa that's beside the bar and stretch her body out, "honestly, i think i could sleep on this couch. imagine gazing up at the stars at night on here? it's gonna be beautiful."

"Who have you met?" Luca asks. He laughs at the story of the yacht back in senior year. He probably was invited, too. But that was the time he wasn't really thinking about partying, he missed all the good ones, and the bad ones, too. Maybe he was too depressed to go out or too numb from all the weed he started smoking that year. He drinks about half the glass and sets it down next to Sirena's. Luca smiles at her as she jumps on the sofa. He thinks she's utterly adorable, and sexy at the same time. How did he get so lucky? He loves her so much. "That sounds so pretty," he agrees as he takes his tobacco out of the pocket of his pants. He pushes his hair back with a hand and then starts rolling a cigarette. "Do you think we could go up to the captain and ask for a lesson? I'd love to be able to drive this, it would be so fun"

"just some producers, models, though i think we did run into dua lipa at one point and she's honestly such a gem," sirena muses as she tries to remember the people she's bumped into. she closes her eyes for a moment to let the sweet sea breeze calm herself while listening to luca's question, "i definitely don't see why not," she answers before finally sitting up and looking over the couch in his direction. "doesn't hurt to ask, right? maybe once we get further out to sea, that way we don't reck the poor guys boat in case we mess up," she teases with a playful wink.

"really? that's cool. she's so good, i have her first record and it's honestly brilliantly produced and mixed," he says with a smile as he finishes rolling. He pops the cigarette in his mouth and shields the wind with a hand and with the other he lights it. Exhaling the smoke, he smiles at Sirena. "suddenly we sink it," he jokes with a chuckle. Luca looks over at the sea and he's a little startled when someone there's a voice on the speakers, it's the captain saying they're about to sail in fifteen minutes. "You think I'd look sexy in a captain's uniform?" he smirks

"her music is always the best to jam out to, honestly. i literally put don't stop now on repeat for weeks when that song came out," she notes before singing a few of the lyrics. soon she's laughing at his words, happy to go along with the idea of them doing such a horrible thing, "and here i thought if i ever got stranded at sea, it would be because of nikki's dumbass, but i guess it would be a good test of our relationship to see how we work together under such pressure, right?" she takes note of them sailing in fifteen minutes, suddenly getting more excited to finally get away from the land. "oh fuck yes," she quickly comments with a nod. "something about men in uniforms is just always a good choice. why, do you wanna do some roleplaying?" she teases with a quick wink.

"same!" luca exclaims with a grin. It's amazing how much they have in common. he never worries about running out of things to say because he just feels so comfortable with her. and he doesn't worry too much about saying the wrong thing, either. "oh we're definitely getting killed if nikki is ever at sea with us. no doubt," he chuckles. "not to be a disastrous pessimist, but i would probably panic and run around like timmy turner in that one episode of the fairy godparents where he's like," he catches the cigarette between his teeth and starts running in circles while trying to yell but only making a choked sound. "You know that one?" he laughs when he stops and exhales the smoke. "i don't know," luca smirks as he sees the ashes fly away with the wind. "what are you dressing up as?"

"it would make for a great story though," sirena adds with a light laugh. "could you imagine the whole s club getting stranded on an island together? i'm pretty sure only ali would make it out alive with how calm and collected he always is." she watches the boy try to explain himself, and even though she had no idea what he was doing, she still couldn't stop herself from dying of laughter. "i have no idea what episode that is, but i'm going to take your word for it." she thinks for a moment as to what she wants to dress up as, "a maid is too common and plain jane. maybe i could wear some cute, sexy sailor outfit. i could be your right hand gal," she smiles flirtatiously.

"that would be hysterical" luca laughs and shakes his head. "Ali would definitely make it out alive, probably Stassi would have a helicopter pick her up and me and shanley would definitely die first, no doubt about that," he laughs. "Then it's clover, then nikki, then arlo, then you," he grins as he teases. "I can't remember what episode it was  either, but i have a very clear memory of that scene." There's a bin on other side of the deck, he goes there to toss the burnt joint. Quickly, he walks back to sirena and sits next to her, resting an arm on the back of the sofa. "Ooh a sailor? I like that" he smiles and nibbles on her earlobe. "Are you gonna wear a really short skirt for me?" He whispers against her ear.

"an even better question though, who do you think would die first in a horror movie? i still feel ali would live till the squeal, but couples who always have the most sex always go out super early so we're not looking so good," she teases. watching him walk up to her, she smiles because her hands immediately reach out to grab any part of him she can. it's like she couldn't stand not touching him in some way, shape or form when they were together. whether it was holding hands, or stealing sweet kisses, she just craved his physical touch. a giggle escapes her lips when he's nibbling on his ear, but soon she's moving to straddle his lap and lay her arms around his neck. "the shortest skirt possible," she whispers softly before stealing a gentle and teasing kiss from his lips. "and a tight little shirt, that barely covers my tits," she continues, this time kissing his jawline. "one wrong move, and i be they'll just burst out for your viewing pleasure," she speaks once more, this time leaving a much longer kiss upon his neck.

"if we get murdered having sex... I mean, that's a pretty dope way to leave this world" he laughs. Luca likes it when she touches him, it feels familiar and yet like a discovery. He bites down on his lip once she's straddling him. Her weight on him feels right, the sunshine hitting her face perfectly. He rests his hands on her ass and smiles at her, touching his nose with hers. Soon she's kissing him and he thinks about how wonderful the next couple of days will be. Just laying around naked everywhere and having as much sex as possible.   "Okay, we're definitely getting that as soon as we get back," he grins and kisses her once again. The captain makes another announcement that they're leaving the harbor and the yacht starts to move. "Wow" luca smiles as he looks over to the side, water glistening under the sun. "So cool."

she laughs, "we would die by having sex, huh? i think it's the most fitting way to go." thank goodness luca had just as much of a high sex drive as she did. who knew being in love would actually cause her to crave him more than she already did. every day she wanted the opportunity to show him just how much she loved him through their physical touches. from the way she kisses him, to the sounds she makes when he touches her, all of it was additive and she lived for every moment of it. soon the boat is moving, and her gaze shifts to the moving water beside them. "let's get a better look," she smiles, soon hoping off his lap and taking his hand to pull him toward the front of the boat, the wind running through their hair as they took in the gorgeous view.

"agreed" he smiles sweetly at her. He might be rough in the bedroom but he's an actual softie when it comes to sirena and their time together. He loves making her laugh, making her blush, making her roll her eyes at him, and bite her lower lip. Every day is an adventure with her. "Alright" he lets her drag him to the front of the boat, the sun shining above them in all it's glory. The sea is majestic in front of their eyes. Luca's stomach growls and he facepalms himself, "i guess breakfast wasn't enough, hmm? What do you think they have to eat her"

it truly was a beautiful sight to behold. just the two of them, holding onto each other and enjoying the sea breeze as they sailed out further into the beautiful blue ocean. if she was allowed to do so, she'd live here forever. they could travel the world this way, playing music, making songs for each other, and making love till the sun came back up. before she could voice such a thing, luca is asking about a second breakfast and she can't help but shake her head in a teasing manor, "i bet they have something in the kitchen for your bottomless pit of a stomach." she pokes his stomach before heading down to the kitchen to see what they had. "what sounds good to you, handsome?"

Luca laughs, a little embarrassed. But he's a 6'4 giant, what did she expect? Of course he's hungry. He follows her down and he admires the architecture of the boat, it's beautiful inside and out. Not to compare her to a boat, but he feels the same about Sirena. He loves her heart, her mind, her soul, her whole body. As they get to the kitchen, he thinks for a second, "idk what is there to eat?" He looks around and finds a table with all sorts of fruits and waffles. "Oh! Oh!" Luca nudges sirena's shoulder to bring her attention to the food.

"from what i've been told from the captain, the kitchen is fully stocked with all kinds of stuff," she answers while looking around. though it seems the servers were way ahead of them and had some breakfast items set up for them to enjoy. "oh my god, they have fresh strawberries!" she quickly grabs one and takes a bit, the taste so juicy and sweet, she could eat them all in one setting if she wasn't careful. "you want anything on your waffles? chocolate chips? blueberries?"

"it's heaven in here!" Luca exclaims with a chuckle as he opens his arms to emphasize his point even more. "Chocolate covered strawberries, we need to get some of that for the deck" he smiles mischievously and grabs a plate from thr table. "Mmm syrup is okay, strawberries sound good too" hr says as he piles a few waffles on top of each other. "Look at me" he says suddenly. He has a strawberry between his fingers and he puts it near sirena's face for her to eat it.

it warms her heart to see luca so happy, and she knows this weekend is going to be one of the best by far. "oh my god, i love chocolate covered strawberries," she admits with a longing sigh. grabbing one waffle of her own and the rest of the strawberries for them to share, she places everything down on the small dining table next to the kitchen before going back to get some syrup. of course during all this, she stops to look at luca when he asks, and smiles when he's holding up a strawberry. her hands rest on his sides as she steps closer, her plump lips moving to cover parts of fruit before her teeth sink in and snatch a bite. her hazel hues never left his gaze as she did so, making sure her actions were slow and seductive. "thank you handsome."

"they're so good" he smiles, sitting down on the table. He grabs a fork and starts cutting small pieces and bringing them to his mouth. "Thanks love" he says when sirena brings the syrup. Luca observes her beautiful lips bite on the strawberry and he smirks. His gaze is intense. "We'll remember this weekend bc of strawberries and the yacht. And the sex," he chuckles, eating another bite of his waffles. "You're welcome, sexy." Yes, this new nickname is so fitting. "Are we gonna do it 365 days style?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

"strawberries, yachts, and sex. honestly, can it get any better than that?" she teases before pouring just a little bit of syrup on her waffle and quickly cutting into it to take a bite. it was like these waffles were made by the gods themselves, they were so damn good. she sends her boyfriend a teasing wink at the nickname before nodding her head at his question. "oh hell yeah," she answers honestly. "if you don't bend me over a table and take me, then what was the point, right?" she's teasing, of course, but also hopes her words plants the idea in his head.

"no, it can't" he smiles slyly. He almost chokes at her next words as he's swallowing his waffles. Luca coughs and smacks his chest twice before regaining the composure. "I'll take you anywhere" he says, dropping a hand under the table and placing it on her thigh. "You'll be fucked out by the end of the weekend." How nice it is to be out of the villa and actually talk dirty at a normal volume. He wonders if the servers can hear them, but he hopes they're minding their own business. He eats the rest of his waffles before taking a strawberry and biting it. "So, sugar. What's the itinerary for today?"

sirena can't help but laugh when he's caught off guard by her words. if anything he should be used to how blunt she is with her desires, but it was still cute nonetheless. with his hand placed on her thigh, and the provocative words that slip past his lips, she can't help but bite down on her bottom one before answering his question, "well, after breakfast, i was thinking we could play a fun little stripping game." she moves closer to the boy, her own hand now resting on his thigh and giving it a quick squeeze. "you know, just to help get things started. what do you say?"

"like stripping mario kart?" He asks with a chuckle, loving her hand on his leg. Touching him seems to be one of her favorite activities, and he loves it. "Stripping poker? Stripping scrabble?" He laughs. It would be funny, though. Every 20 points, you remove an item of clothing, but he pretty sure they don't have that here. A shame, really. "What do you have in mind?" He asks, squeezing her thigh and then using his hand to eat another strawberry, soft lips savoring the fruit. "And where?"

"i'm so mad we haven't played strip mario kart at all this summer," she laughs when he brings it up. "we'll have to do that when we get home, if we're not too fucked out," she teases with a playful wink. "i do have a deck of cards in my bag, though. we could always play strip war? you know, who ever has the highest card wins that round, and who is the first to win three rounds gets to pick which clothing the loser as to remove." as to where they could do it, sirena sort of wanted to be bold and say, "what about the front of the boat? there's some couches to lounge on. could be fun."

"me too" he chuckles, "we've been busy, though. But yeah, we have to do that when we get back. Or... Maybe I've just been avoiding it bc i haven't played that game since last summer" he admits with a laugh. College life doesn't really give him time for videogames. "Is it just? Taking out one card at a time?" Luca asks with a tilt of his head. "Or we could play stop! The one where you're saying out loud the numbers in order while we take turns in revealing our cards one at a time and once a card matches the number we say out loud you have to put your hand on it immediately. The one that loses strips. The winner orders what the other needs to take off" he suggests with a smile, although he's not sure his explanation made any sense at all. "Front of the boat sounds good to me" he nods, "are you ready? Should we go now?"

"ooh, you're just afraid cause you know i'll kick your butt! you'll be sitting next to me all naked while i'm still fully clothed," she teases while nudging him. "yeah, we both flip one card at a time, and whichever one has the highest number wins that round." her brows furrow for a moment as she listens to his suggestion, and while she doesn't understand it fully, she figures there's no harm in learning. "do you wanna do that instead of war? you're gonna have to take me step by step cause i think i get it...but i also feel i'm gonna get naked real fast." after eating a few more strawberries, she stands up from the table with her fingers laced with his. "hecks yes we should go now! you've been showing off your arms too much, and now i wanna see the whole package."

"yes i am!" He laughs. He's not ashamed of admitting it, but also he hates losing so maybe he should practice some more before playing. "Yeah, i get you. I don't know, i feel like war is more about luck and stop is more about thinking quick and speed?" He shrugs his shoulders. "You know my mom traveled a lot to south america, and she taught me this game. I can teach you for one round and then we can play? How does that sound?" He smiles as they both stand up and he laughs at her comment about his arms. "I haven't been hitting the gym to hide them, rena" he teases.

"ah, so you're just afraid luck won't be on your side, huh? such a scardy cat," she teases before the two head out of the kitchen and make their way toward the front of the boat. sirena made sure to grab her deck of cards first before she's sitting criss cross on one of the couches. "okay, so if i understood you correct, we just count in order? so like, we can't just shout random numbers, we have to count in order? what are jacks, queens, kings and ace's then?"

"hey!" he exclaims, "i just want more of a challenge," luca grins as they head up towards the front of the yacht. he sits on the couch across from her, there's a beautiful wood table between them. "yeah," he nods his head and takes the cards from her hands before shuffling them. you get half the deck, i get the other half. it goes: ace, one, two, three... and then jack, queen, king, ace, one... it's just the names already" he explains, splitting the deck in two and handing a half to Sirena. "Let's do a test real quick. I'll start, ACE" he yells and flips a card. It's a queen of hearts. If you're not gonna yell in this game then why play it, right? "Now it's your turn, but then we'll have to be faster."(edited)

as she watches the boy shuffle the deck, she listens closes to his words and nods her head to what he's saying. so far, she thinks she's actually understanding it quite a bit. "ah, okay, so ace, two, three, four, so on and so forth, right?" she grabs her set of cards and places them in front of her, ready to following along in their practice play. his yell startles her for a second, but she quickly laughs and turns her card over, "two!" sadly it was a three, just one number off, but her eyes stay on the deck to wait for his next move.

"right," luca nods his head. he keeps the deck in his hand and smiles up at sirena when she seems startled but soon laughs at his loudness. "it just makes it more nerve wracking, and we love that here," he grins, focusing on the card she flips. "THREE!" but it's a five of diamonds and he pouts. he's ready for sirena to strip, wants to see so badly what's underneath her clothes. usually, he always wins at this game because he's so fast with his hand (thank you guitar, piano and drums) but he doesn't rule out the possibility of rena actually beating him, so he's extra alert.

"FOUR!" she flips her card, and it's a four of hearts, to which she quickly reacts and slaps the deck with a victorious smile. "ah, i got it! okay, screw the practice round, you're taking something off now," she laughs before eyeing him and snapping her fingers. "alright, let's not get to the good stuff JUST yet, so take off your shoes."

luca tries to slam his hand on the card but sirena's to quick for him. "shit," he mumbles, eyes widened in surprise. okay, fine, this is how she wants to play? this is how they're gonna play. he takes the four cards and adds it on the bottom of his pile. "okay fine," he rolls his eyes with a smile. he's ready to reach for the hem of his shirt when sirena asks for his shoes. "alright, alright," he chuckles and quickly ditches his sneakers. "okay, for real now. we have to be faster. you start, since you won."

"you didn't think you were the only one with cat like reflexes, hm? you gotta remember, i play instruments as well handsome," she teases with a competitive smile. the two were always so competitive with each other, but that's what made it so fun for the both of them. watching him ditch his sneakers, she leans forward, ready to pounce as she flips her first card and yells, "ACE!" only her card was a king of spades.

luca gives her a competitive smile as well. he's not gonna admit defeat so easily. "we'll see about that." As soon as she yells ace, he's already yelling "TWO!" and flips a ten of spades. he really wants to win this round. fuck it, he really wants to win this game. have her completely naked before him with the view of the ocean behind her.

"THREE!" she flips her card and it's a six of diamonds. the tension is high, and for some reason, it's turning her on.

As the game continues, Luca becomes excited and nervous at the same time. They've gone through two rounds of counting the 13 cards and he's so focused when it's his turn. "SIX!" voilà it's the six of spades. Quickly, he slams his hand on the table, on top of the cards. "Yes!" he grins smugly. "I'm no nonsense here. I want your shirt," he smirks as he pushes the losing cards towards Sirena. "I want it in my hand."

she almost slapped the cards a good three times from how intense it was, but her smile never faded since she was having way too much fun. soon he's yelling six, and the card appears. her hand moves quickly, but his was quicker, easily slapping the card first and causing her to lose. "aw, so many cards," she pouts teasingly before biting her lower lip with how demanding it was. god, it always turned her on. her fingers find the end of her shirt and swiftly remove it, revealing her white, strapless, laced bra underneath. it made her cleavage really pop with how tightly it was keeping her girls together. "maybe this is a good thing, cause now you might be distracted," she teases before placing the shirt in his hand.(edited)

"that's what you get for calling me a scaredy cat," he teases, but never with malice. he watches her as she bites her lower lip and he feels himself already getting turned on. her plump lips, a fatal addiction. he rests his head on his hand as he observes sirena take the top off. she looks beautiful just in her bra. her breasts looking glorious in the lacy underwear, perky as fuck. luca licks his upper lip subtly and takes the shirt in his hand. "ha! you wish," he chuckles and places the shirt next to his legs on the couch. "this will be my winning pile. next i want your jeans." he winks at her. "okay, ready? ACE!"

honestly, she wasn't even sure how long she'd be able to play this game without saying 'fuck it' and pouncing on him right this second. the boy could be fully clothed, yet looking at her a certain way would drive her insane. trying her best not to show how turned on she already was, she simply rolls her eyes at his comment, "bold of you to assume there will be an next time." placing his card down, she yells, "TWO!" only to reveal a nine of clubs.

"bold of you to assume there won't," he teases back. she was right though, he is a little distracted by her cleavage. She just looks so good. "Is it new?" he wonders. He hadn't seen that bra ever, not that he remembers. it is beautiful, he likes the lace against her skin, it makes her look soft, which is such a turn on because the girl is actually so feisty. "THREE!" he yells and laughs as he flips a seven of hearts.

"shh, no distractions," she teases with a wink, knowing she'll happily answer his questions later. it was new, just for this occasion actually. sirena loved dressing up for special occasions, and buying new things to tease him with. the two go through a whole round before sirena shouts, "SEVEN!" and flips over a seven of hearts. her hand moved so quickly, she didn't even realize she slapped the cards until she felt them under her hand. "fuck yes! shirt, off, now."

luca rolls his eyes, of course she's gonna tease him like that. doesn't matter, he himself has brought something to make the trip exciting. it's actually a present, but he's not going to give it to her until late at night. "HEY!" luca exclaims, he can't believe he just lost. "you don't have cat like reflex, you're a goddamn gazelle," he chuckles. "oh, now we're bossy. i can be into that," he smirks and grabs his tank top from the neck part, behind, and pulls it off in one swift move. broad chest and shoulders on display. "think quickly!" he smiles and tosses the shirt over at sirena.

"you're not the only one that can bark orders," she teases while blowing him an air kiss. watching him remove his shirt, it really did take all of her body strength not to jump is bones right then and there. instead she takes in every dip and curve his body has to offer, tracing them with her hungry eyes as her lower lip gets bitten again. "god, it's like you were sculpted by greek gods or something," she speaks before his shirt is hitting her in the face and she's laughing. "so much for being a gazelle," she teases before pushing the losing pile to his side and flipping over the first card. "ACE!" but it was a three.

"admit it, you love it," he smiles and quickly stands up to bend over the table and steal a kiss from her lips. luca laughs, a bit embarrassed, when she praises his body. she compliments him a lot, but whenever she drools about his torso, he gets a bit shy. it's not the favorite part of his body, he knows he doesn't have a six pack and probably never will, but he's been working hard at maintaining himself, working out mostly. Luca laughs along with her, "sometimes a gazelle, sometimes a snail. you can be both," he teases. "TWO!" he flips a jack of clubs.

"i love it a little too much," she admits with a blush of her own. she thinks it's cute how they both get shy over silly things like this. luca was beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, and she didn't know how he didn't realize this. he didn't need a six pack to compete with everyone else. if anything, he was on a whole other level. "you're so mean," she laughs before slamming her next card down. "THREE!" it's a queen of clubs.

he likes it when she blushes, he tells her every time. she looks beautiful and adorable. it's a good reminder that there's more to her than a banging body and excellent skills in bed. she has such a wonderful heart and such an interesting mind. he loves her entire being. "why? i think it's awesome you can be so multifaceted!" he replies with a laugh of his own. "FOUR!" he quickly slams on the card with the four of diamonds on it. yes! he thinks. "jeans. hand them over"

she tried her best to reach out and slap the cards, but she ends up colliding with his hand instead and she laughs. "damn it!" standing up, she turns around so he gets a nice view of her sweet little ass. unbuttoning her jeans, she takes her time to slowly pull the fabric down, letting it finally uncover her ass and show off the matching thong she was wearing underneath. letting luca get a nice look, she quickly turns to sit down and throws the jeans over at him. "hope you got a good look cause it's the last one you're gonna get for this game."

he laughs when their hands collide, but quickly it is replaced by a lustful stare. He has to admit he's an ass man, and Sirena's is perky and round, just like he likes it. He stares at it so hard he might as well burn two holes through it. the matching set she's wearing is pretty, but not as gorgeous as her naked body. "i'm gonna go get it framed from my mind alone," he jokes, feeling his face hot. luca catches the jeans with both hands and places it on top of her shirt, next to him. "my pile is looking pretty sweet right now," he grins. "ACE!"

sitting there half naked and watching his eyes soak her up, she was pretty sure she's finally hit her breaking point. as cocky as she sounded, and as much as she wanted to win, she really just wanted his hands touching every inch of her body and making her feel so damn good. so when she lips her next card over and shouts, "TWO!" and a two of hearts appears, she pretends like she stumbles for a moment, taken back by how quickly a slap occurred, before trying to reach for it, and failing to grab it in time. "what next, handsome?" she asks with a sultry smile, this time pushing her cards aside and moving to sit much, much, closer to him.

as soon as she yells TWO! luca is quick to slam his hand on the top of the two cards. it was a poor win, but it was a win anyway. he notices sirena push the cards to the side and getting closer to him. now, not only his face feels hot, but his entire body is burning. "fuck it" he says with a hoarse voice and sets his deck aside with the other cards. He's soon wrapping his arms around sirena's waist and unclasping her bra with both hands. "i fuck you right here on this yacht, that's what's next," he smirks and kisses her lips, hungry for her taste.

her smile widens when luca is in the same mind set as her. they were both dying for a taste of the other, to get this sex crazed weekend started. her arms quickly wrap around his neck as he pulls her closer, her chest rising as he quickly strips the bra off her body and her nips quickly hardening. "god, i need a taste of you already," she giggles before his lips come crashing on her own. bare chests now press against each other as they let their tongues explore inside each other's mouths. "jeans, off, now."

he leaves her pretty bra on top of the pile with her clothes, feeling her hardened nipples against his chest is arousing him so much he's sure he'll have an erection in no time. he kisses her passionately, letting his arms wrap around her and bringing her hands to cup her shoulders, bringing her even closer. he wants to melt into her body, become one. he chuckles against her lips when she demands for him to take off his jeans. he doesn't say anything, quickly going to unzip his pants and standing up only to push them down his legs and off his body. "lay down," he smiles before he's straddling her body, both legs on either side of hers. eyes looking at her bare chest. "god, you're beautiful"

moving off his lap was the last thing she wanted to, the cold sea breeze quickly engulfing her body when his chest was no longer pressed to his. she reminds herself it's only for a few moments. hungry eyes soak up his form as he strips the jeans off his body, and as much as she wanted to bark some more orders to make him sit back so she could sit between his legs and make him see stars, a part of her can't help but follow his orders and let her bare back rest against the couch. she'll get her turn next, she thinks. a small blush hits her cheeks at his words, her hands soon reaching out to cup his face and steal softer kisses this time, "make me feel good, sunshine, please...."

he loves it, he absolutely loves the tint on her cheeks. he realizes he wants to make her feel like that forever. he's going to dedicate to it. luca kisses her lips softly, resting a hand on top of hers that is on his face. "imma make you feel so good." he promises, and soon starts humming the intro of 'mermaid motel', their song. he places soft kisses on her jaw, on her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts, on top of each nipple. he wants her skin to be a mess of goosebumps. a hand goes up to stroke her cheek as he keeps on loving her upper body.

she trusts his words more than life itself. when he promises something, she knows he means it. she knows he'll come through with it, and make her feel on top of the world. when he starts mumbling their song, all she can do is smile and close her eyes to soak up every moment that he was giving her. she took in every taste his lips left upon her skin while she softly sang, "you call me lavender, you call me sunshine..." her whole body began to crawl with goosebumps as he gave attention to her sensitive nips. "you say take it off, take it off..." she moans softly while cupping the hand that was placed on her cheek.

he smiles through kisses as he hears her beautiful voice. "you're such a good singer." he says while flicking her nipple with his tongue. "it's like you should be a musician or something," luca teases with a grin and places a long lingering kiss right next to the aureola. His thumb traces her cheekbone before it travels down to her bottom lip. there's something about tracing your finger on someone else's lips that is so sexy to him. he keeps kissing her, feeling the erection grow in his black briefs. he trails down with his mouth until he reaches her thong. with his teeth, he bites the tiny piece of clothing and drags it down her legs, all the while he's making eye contact.

she can't help but laugh at his words, loving how even in the most sensual of moments, they were still always teasing and making each other laugh. "i'll consider it," she answers before she inhales sharply while he gives her girls the attention they've been craving all morning. soon her hand moves to let her fingers get tangled in his locks, her eyes finally opening to gaze down at him as he moves further down her slender frame. she lifts her hips so he can take the small piece of fabric off her body, and her legs instantly spread nice and wide to give him the best view he could ever find.

"just thank me when you win an award and we'll be alright" he chuckles. Her hips will be the death of him, the way moves them and lift them up only for technical purposes, drives him insane. He could stare at those movements all day. When he gets to her ankles, he takes the thong off with his hand. "Imma devour your pretty pussy, sugar" he sends a smirk her way before he immediately dives into her core with his swollen-from-too-much-kissing lips. She's already wet and that turns him on even more, feeling his length completely erect by now.

just hearing him talk that way, god it caused her whole body to shiver and her core to drip with hunger. luca wastes no time in staying true to his words and quickly devouring her core. it causes a quick curse to leave her lips before her back arches from the suddenly rush of pleasure. one hand travels to find his, wanting their lingers to lace together and give it a tight squeeze. her hips buckle to push herself further into his mouth, "holy fuck, just like that, luca..."

Like they're in sync, luca reaches a hand for hers to intertwine their fingers. With his other hand, he guides her leg over his shoulder, so that her bent knee is gripping it. It gives him a better angle to eat her out, and he loves all the reactions she makes. From arching her back to the moans slipping past her lips. He bites on his lower lip, admiring her dripping pussy once more before he attacks it again with his mouth. His tongue quickly finds her clit, swollen from the arousement she's experiencing. He caresses her ass while his other hand squeezes hers tightly. "I love you, i love you, i love you" he repeats like a mantra between licks. "You're mine. I love you."

"god, i love you so much," she practically moans as her hand squeezes his. hips begin to rock against against his mouth the more he dives deeply into her. the knot in her stomach grew tighter and tighter with each breathless moan she cries out into the open air. if he kept going like this, she'd explode in no time. which is why she only lets him have the upper hand for a few moments longer before she's leaning up and bringing his chin up to her level, "if you want more, you're gonna have to give me a taste first." she leans in to soak up the juices left upon his lips before she's pulling him up and pushing his back against the couch. "i'm gonna make you see stars, handsome."

When her hips start to rock, he thinks he's in heaven. Licking faster all the juices from her core, he smacks his lips a few time and places softer kisses on every little bit of her entrance. He smiles at her words, it's wonderful to know he's loved like that. He treasures sirena's love. Before he can feel her cum in his mouth, she's already pulling him up, juices down to his chin. He wipes it away with his hand and smirks at the promise she makes. "Oh" he says breathlessly before his back is hitting the back of the couch. Biting his lower lip, he palms himself a few times. "Take off my underwear." He wants her to do it to feel her fingers first. Magical fingers that already have him breathing hard at thr thought of them.

"oh luca," she sighs softly with a teasing smile. "it's cute how you think you're still in charge right now." she leans in to capture his lips, only to tug at his bottom one and pull on it before she's peppering sweet kisses on his jawline and across his neck. her hand begins to palm in through the fabric of his underwear while her teeth go to work nipping and biting softly at the skin upon his neck. leaving her mark once again, she wants to tease him just for a second before letting her hand slip up under the fabric that hides her prize. "you're rock solid, handsome," she teases him when her bare fingers finally wrap around his hardened length, giving it a nice squeeze before she leans up to rest her forehead against his own. "it's your turn to beg, luca. tell me how badly you want my pretty lips wrapped around you."

He blushes, feeling his ears hot. She really got bossy, huh? It's alright, he can switch for a bit. "Okay, okay." Luca chuckles, "I'll let you do whatever you want, precious" he says before she kisses him. His arms hold her naked waist as she tugs on his lower lip, a groan escaping his mouth. Leaning his head back, he lets out soft moans as she works on his neck. A louder groan when her hand reaches the part of him that wants her more. He shifts a bit in his seat. "You're driving me crazy here" he whines with his eyes closed. The idea of being marked up always too powerful to him. It's so sexy how she marks her territory like that. Luca likes the praise, "only for you" he manages to choke out once her hand is on his length. "Fuck" he moans as she squeezes him.forehead already sweaty, Luca forces himself to open his eyes and look at the woman he's in love with.  "Please" he begs. "Please rena, i need your pretty lips on my cock. You know how to make me lose my mind. Take me in."

listening to the sounds that melt past his lips, it gives her the drive to keep teasing and give him a small taste of what's to come. he could seriously make her a song with nothing but his moans, and she'd listen to it for hours upon hours, getting lost in his cues of pleasure. when he begs so nicely, a wide smile graces her lips, tasting his own one last time before she begins to travel south down his perfectly sculpted body. "i could listen to you beg all day," she speaks softly when she's finally resting on her knees and her fingers begin to pull the last of his fabrics down his legs and around his ankles instead. watching his cock spring forth, her eyes grew wide with hunger. "but i think you've earned this," she finishes, soon gripping his length and letting her tongue dart out to lick up the pre cum that drips from his tip. she's giving his shaft a few light squeezes as she sucks on his tip before opening her mouth wider and fully taking his length deep into the back of her throat.

"i can beg" he states, watching her get down on her knees. Her naked body on this yacht is such a beautiful thing to see. He bites his lower lip as he lifts his hips to help her remove the last item of clothing. He's naked in his full glory. "I've been good. So good. Please suck me off" he asks for it, soon getting into sub-space. It's rare to see him like this, so sirena better be making the most of it. "Oh" he shuts his eyes again when she grabs him and licks him. His body tensing up from the pleasure he's feeling. Her mouth is velvet against his sensitive cock. Silver velvet. "Holy fuck" he groans, rolling his head to one side as his muscles begin to work harder, his chest raising and falling every millisecond she takes him deeper. "Please. Grab my balls. Please" he whines, out of breath. They're sensitive and he needs to feel her touch there as well.

her head quickly begins to bop up and down at a nice pace, letting her tongue lather his shafts as her lips give love around the base as well. a few times she let's his tip reach the back of her throat, letting him gag her just slightly before she's coming up for air and heading back down. her moans and groans work to vibrate around his cock as she begins to work faster on him. hearing him beg like this was making her core ache and scream for him to fuck her already, but she wanted her taste and wouldn't stop till she was satisfied. listening to his request, one hand moves to cup and fondle both his balls, letting them dance and play in her palm as she continues to suck him off. soon she's lifting his cock so her tongue and trace down his length before she's popping his balls into her mouth, lightly sucking on them as her free hand continues to jerk him off. "you taste so fucking good, handsome," she moans as a small amount of saliva trails down her bare chest from how much she was devouring him.

When he hits the back of her throat, his mouth hangs open, curses slipping past his mouth. Hearing her gag like that for him, oh what a nice tune to his ears. When she goes up for air and leaves his cock alone for a second, luca feels like he's dying, only to be revived by her sucking him again. The breeze against his member is sending shivers up and down his spine. "Please don't stop" he bites down on his lower lip, raising a hand to run his fingers through his hair. When she cups his balls, he's about to lose it. His orgasm is near, he can feel it building up inside of him. "Thank you,' he breathes out. "Thank you." She's a sex goddess. "Shitshitshitshit" his upper body squirms as she takes his balls into her mouth. The texture feeling like heaven. "You're too good to me" he smiles through the painful pleasure. Before he even notices it, he's spilling on her chest. A resonant "fuuuuuck" leaving his lips. He bucks his hips up repeatedly to milk the most out of his orgasm.

she can feel his body squirming under her touch, and she's loving every second of it. listening to him thank her, hearing his groans and cries of pleasure, god it was almost enough to get her off right then and there as well. soon her movements become rough, because she's hungry to get him off and watch his face melt and contort from the stars she's making him see. soon enough his reached his high, and she let's him coat her naked chest before taking him in once more to lick up every drop he's giving her. making sure he's nice and clean, and that he's rode out his high for as long as he could, she's grabbing her jeans and cleaning up the mess on her chest, knowing that she has plenty of other clothes to wear later on and she'll just have to wash that one later. "you better catch your breath quick, cause we're not done here, handsome." she straddles his lap and grabs his cock so her sweet pussy lips can begin to tease his length, helping him get back up while her juices coat his entire shaft. "you still have fuck the life out of me," she whispers against his lips.

He's breathless, chest raising up and down quickly as he tries to regain the composure. He's rode out his high and he's a sloppy mess on the couch. He watches sirena clean herself up and suddenly he's rock hard again, ready for another round. "Are you gonna fuck me?" He asks with a sparkle in his eyes, a greedy smile on his lips. He's still in a submissive state, so when she climbs onto his lap, he watches in awe. Luca moans out as she teases his sensitive cock with her pretty pussy. The juices that are coating him are making him see explosions of colors behind his closed eyelids. Luca swallows hard at her words and kisses her lips. "ride me" he begs. "Oh fuck, please ride me. I'll be good. I've been so good."

she can't help but chuckle at how ready he already was for a second round. there plenty of other reasons why she loved luca so much, and this was definitely one of them. her own soft moans are mixing with his when she teases him, and she finally feels they've both had enough. making sure his tip was aligned with her core, she doesn't waste anytime letting his entire length run up deep insider her. "oooh, fuck," she cries softly, letting her walls get adjusted to his size before she begins to bounce upon his lap, her walls clinging around his shaft with ever thrust he makes. "fuck me just like that, luca," she commands as her hips begin to move quicker. "fuck, just like that, baby!"

He bites her shoulder once he enters her, her walls enveloping him so well. "Lavender" he gasps as he kisses the spot he's just bit. Instinctively, Luca's hands go to her ass, squeezing tightly between his hands. She's bouncing so beautifully on top of him, her breasts keeping up with the rhythm, he can feel his mouth water. "Can i kiss your tits?" He asks with a soft voice, groans at the back of his throat. He helps her guide herself into him with his hands. "Keep fucking me" he whispers against her skin. "Keep fucking me so good. You own me, rena. I'd do anything for you, just keep fucking me like this"

her fingers are entangled in his locks as she's feeling him fucking her so nicely. his name is mixed with her moans and cries, and suddenly she forgets exactly where she is. all that matters to her is that luca is right here with her, making her feel this incredible despite the burning sensation she was feeling from being so close to reaching her high. "please do," she practically begs, her tits being one of her favorite places to be touched. his words were sending her into overdrive, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the pure ecstasy he was giving her was becoming too much in the best way possible. "fuck, luca, i'm gonna come so hard for you," she admits through panted breathes. "i love having you so deep inside me, sunshine. you always make me feel so fucking good!"

As soon as she lets him, luca attacks her skin with his lips. Tasting so sweet, a bit of his own cum mixed in there. She feels so good wrapped around him, his eyes are closed and his mouth is exploring every bit of skin and nips. They're erect, which only drives him crazier. He's in actual heaven. "Cum for me" he says between groans of pleasure. Suddenly, his dominant side showing again. "Cum for me, i want you to fall apart on my cock." And he loves being so deep inside of her, hr squeezes her ass tighter as he flicks a nipple with his tongue several times at the speed of lightning. "You feel so good. So fucking good. You're a treat to fuck. Oh god how i love fucking you." He bucks his hips up so he's pounding into her, suddenly feeling his second orgasm building up.

between his mouth tasting every inch of her hardened nips, to his big hand squeezing her perky little ass, to his cock being buried deep inside her, the knot in her stomach was becoming unbearable at this point. she couldn't contain her cries and screams any longer, not really caring too either as the whole ocean was for them to enjoy for this weekend. her nails begin to dig into his back as she holds on tightly to him while his name echo past her lips more times than she can count. before she can even give a warning, her whole body begins to convulse and quiver in his arms. her toes began to curl and her walls grow so tight around his cock, she's afraid they'd be stuck together. it feels like it takes an hour for her to finally calm down from her high, her body finally losing its tension before she's collapsing against his frame, her breathing slowly trying to go back to normal again.

he keeps fucking into her when he feels her body reach her own orgasm, it quivers between his hands, it's enough to push him over the edge. "oh, sirena, fuuck," he cranes his head back and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. this second time feeling stronger than the last. he swear he sees stars and he laughs a little, loving how she really kept her promise. walls tight are milking every little bit of his cum as he shoots up inside of her. his thrusts slowing down until finally stopping and just being inside of her, deep, feeling her insides relax a bit, he does as well. luca catches her when she crashes against his chest. "shh" he strokes her hair and kisses her forehead. "you did so good. you fucked me so good," he praises with a whisper, feeling like he's about to explode from all the love and respect he has for this woman.

feeling him release inside her, she can't help but feel proud that she got him off twice in one sitting. she wonders if all this built up tension was from her keeping her promise in not letting the two get too wild before their getaway vacation this weekend. of course she couldn't stop herself from kissing the boy all week, but she somehow managed to withhold sex for at least two days before they left. for now, there was no other place she'd rather be than in his arms right now. the way he's holding her and comforting her after their wild ride, it makes her heart want to burst right out of her chest with all the love she feels. "i love you, luca cartwright," she mumbles softly, her body snuggling deeper into his hold as she listens to the beautiful rhythm of his heartbeat.

he closes his eyes as they both try to regulate their breathing. his head perched upon her shoulder and one hand is stroking her naked back. the two days they didn't had sex definitely helped them get off that hard, at least in his opinion. he'd been looking forward to this weekend ever since sirena posed the idea of not having sex till it happened. he smiles at her words, "i know," he replies. he doesn't think he's ever felt so sure of someone else loving him. it's a huge step for him. he avoided relationships because he didn't think he could be loved, not with all the baggage he carries. and his first relationship... well, that's the time when it all started and he began to feel insecure about his worth. but now, with rena, he doesn't even question it. he feels it so deeply. luca pulls away and opens his eyes to look at her features, "i love you, sirena rose," his smile is big. with both hands, he hoists her up and he pulls himself out of her.

she smiles sweetly at him when he replies, and helps him by pulling herself off his lap in the process. suddenly she's very aware of how exposed she is, but she doesn't really care all that much. the boat seemed to find a perfect spot for them to coast on, which gives them the opportunity to swim if they'd like to. standing up, her legs were a bit wobbly at first, simply from the position she had been sitting in, plus the intense fucking they just had. she leans down to steal a kiss from him before she's making her way toward the back of the boat, an inviting smile telling him to follow. the minute she reaches the lowest part that sits right on top of the water, she wastes no time in diving in and letting the cool ocean water fully refresh her. "care to swim with the fishes?" she teases after she comes up for air.

luca chuckles when he sees her wobbly legs. he's not sure where she's going, but he loves to see it. he quickly puts on his briefs and follows her to the edge of the boat. his eyes widen when she dives right into the water. he didn't expect that. waiting for her to come out for air, luca sits on the border, feet dangling in the water. his skin fills up with goosebumps. "no way, it's too cold," he grins, splashing her with his leg. he likes seeing her so happy. and he swears he will do anything and everything to keep her smiling like this. when they fought, his heart ached when she looked so heartbroken, he wouldn't want to see her face like that ever again. "besides, i'm too fucked out," he laughs. "i'd drown. i'd rather take a nap," he teases.

"what a baby," she teases with a giggle when he splashes water on her. the cool water already woke her up, and honestly, it was nice to feel weightless after barely being able to stand on her legs after the rough love making they just did. swimming up to the edge of the dock, she rests her arms on them and looks up at her boyfriend, "why don't you go take a nap? you're gonna need all the rest you can get cause we're just getting started." she sends him a playful wink.

"i'm baby, rena." he laughs. luca watches her as she swims back to him and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "don't treat me like an old man. i can take it," he rolls his eyes, looking at the ocean in front of them before looking down at sirena. "if i do take i nap is because i want to, not because i need to, alright?" he grins and bends down even more to steal a kiss from her lips. she tastes like the salt of the sea. "how are you so active right now? is it because you do so many shows a year that you're used to the stamina or adrenaline or whatever it's called?"

"you are baby," she chuckles softly. "it's not my fault you sound like an old man," she teases playfully before splashing some water his way. she nods his head at his next set of words, letting him think whatever he wanted to think. tasting his lips, she already wants to taste more, but she holds herself back. "that's probably it," she laughs at his question. "i'm used to doing two hour shows with barely any break so you kind of have to work up a pretty high stamina. also my sex drive is just horribly high," she laughs before leaning back to float on her back. "go take a nap, handsome. i'll be here when you wake up."

"i only sound like an old man because i'm wise as fuck," he jokes with a grin. "hey! don't do that!" luca laughs as he tries to shield himself from the splashes with his hands. "listen, i admire that. your first shows must've been exhausting, but look at you now! you're a pro. in no time you'll be playing staples center in la and wembley in the uk!" he smiles. luca really has all of his faith in this band, they have a sound he can't really recognize in other bands these days. they're unique. he laughs at her comment about her sex drive, "mmm looks like we're soulmates, huh?" he smiles and kisses her. once she's floating on her back, he stands up to admire her naked body, all wet. "alright," he yawns. "will you go wake me up in a babydoll or something?" he asks with a smirk.

their first shows were pretty exhausting, but sirena has always had some high stamina. maybe that's why it was so easy to keep herself in shape, since she actually didn't mind burning up that stamina while working out. she smiles at how confident luca is in something strange, and it gives her the drive to do better and preform in the arena's he's talking about, "thank you, handsome. you'll be backstage watching us play at every single one of them." his next question makes her laugh, "maybe. or you might just wake up handcuffed and blind folded. i haven't decided yet."

"i better be" he teases with a smile. "Oh?" The idea of waking up cuffed is actually exciting. "Both sound good" he says before he waves at her goodbye and goes to grab his clothes from the couch. He finds their room easily, since it's the biggest one. The bed is king size and there are chocolates on the nightstand,. He eats a piece when he lays down on the bed and before he knows it, he's sleeping like a baby.

[ofindcmitability]

That’s William Halliwell nee Flynn. He’s 18 years old and a Darklighter-Demon.  He may be +Adaptable, +Perceptive, & +Loyal but he’s also -Brash, -Hotheaded & -Distrustful.

HISTORY

[ find william’s full history prior to apx h e r e ].

condensed version: 

he was raised in the underworld as an assassin, with his father making sure he stay disconnected from all emotion. due to his lack of ability to understand the capacity of his actions, since the young age of five william ( XION, then ) killed anyone his father ordered him too. his father, jack, had plans for the world in which they lived. to amass an army, and for his child to be his sword. ( thus, the name xion, the name of a weapon ). 

he was nine years old when the routine of doing what his father wanted came to an END. his enemy cried and begged for their life. for the first time, xion felt the weight of a life in his hand’s. he confided in his mother ( luciana, a woman who had been bartered to jack by her own demon father ) and she, finally unable to take his father’s treatment, made plans for their escape. unbeknownst to xion, he had an older half brother from his mother’s side who would have accompanied them. that is, if their plans hadn’t been foiled. 

jack took luciana away, locked xion up, and scarred the young, now defiant, boy. he discarded the name xion, and spent the next three years trying to escape his father to no avail. leading to years of torture and punishment. finally his grandfather, his mother’s father, came back into the boy’s life. offering a chance to see her for the trade of his father’s murder. he was quick to agree. he found his mother in an aslym, scarred in different ways then himself but scarred nonetheless. she was happy to see him, until she was murdered, that is. an elder barged in, in his rage the boy was reckless. he wound up scarred once again, and kidnapped by the elder. 

he was locked up within magic school, while the elders trying to figure out what to do with the gremlin hybrid monster who snarled and shouted obscenities. there there was wyatt halliwell. who took one look at the young man and decided he wasn’t going to be dying. rather, wyatt took him in. prompting the young nameless man to create a name of his own. that name became william flynn. the acclamation wasn’t an easy one, not at all. however life with wyatt, life with a father figured who LOVED him became a new world for him. william was enrolled within magic school. he never fully fit in, not with the preppies, not with the goths, not with the gangbangers, not with anyone. he was a lone wolf because he didn’t know what else to be. wyatt was the only one in the world who accepted him, and william doubted that was something that would change. 

APX EVENTS:

so fun fact. things did change. along with the people in it. 

the change began in the form of a girl named lizzie saltzman. he was fiddling with a toy that made annoying sounds she wasn’t fond of. they talked and for the first time in his whole life, william felt interest, fondness. he was KEEN in getting to know the blonde girl who was undoubtedly one of a kind. the two met again, traded numbers, traded jabs and flirts. it was fun for them both, a spark to light up a whole home. however as she confessed to him her species a siphoner, will realized something vital. he happened to be a mass murderer, former assassin, with kills over his belt extending past three digits. just because he wans’t that person anymore, didn’t mean lizzie shouldn’t know what she was talking into. he refused for a date until she knew more. then, she did. lizzie was a smart girl, she did her research. the two met at a library, ready to END IT ( before it even begun ). only for henchman of his father to attack. an altercation occurred, with the ultimate result of will sacrificing himself in order ot ensure lizzie’s protection. with the help of claudia ( see below for more info her involvement in will’s life ), they rescued him. will had been tortured for weeks, trying to reign him into submission. he had begged lizzie to let him go. she hadn’t listened. while he took to the mend, they spoke. they discussed. and their feelings were far too deep to let each other GO. it was beyond chemistry now, they were bonded together in ways they hadn’t with any other. eventually the two went on their first date ( five guys ), they had their first kiss ( yes, there were fireworks between them ), among other things. they were a normal, healthy couple. at least until an incident occurred. lizzie’s life was put in jeapordy, and she confessed to him her dire situation of the merge. so, will proposed. it was a no brianer to him. if lizzie only had a few years left, a life sentence, if they didn’t find a way out of it--- he wanted to spend every moment with her. she accepted, and they are officially ENGAGED. however, they made the decision to postpone the wedding itself for years to come. give them time to find a solution, and not to worry too much about it itself. 

after his initial meeting with lizzie saltzman, it was claudia davenport who began the next bout of changes in will’s life by giving him a SISTER. half sister, but sister nonetheless. she was a solider of jack’s, like him but also DIFFERENT. the two spoke, and he was wary to put trust within her. worried, that she was truly on jack’s side. this all changed when claudia risked her very own self to save him along with lizzie saltzman ( see above ) to save him from their father’s clutches. she put that effort through, and in doing so gained will’s everlasting trust. he’d do most anything for his big sister, lives her completely. despite her strange choice in ‘companions’.

speaking of, harlow valentine. in will’s eyes, a lacky of jack’s, also in love with claudia. will isn’t fond of her, but he doesn’t necessarily hate her. their first meeting involved a knife to his throat and the course was set for them. it was later days he attempted to save her from a kidnapping only to get kidnapped himself by a group of ratical hunters. the two, together, managed to make it out. with harlow killing the hunters against will’s wishes. their relationship only further negatively impacted when harlow threw lizzie under the bus for saving will. right now, will has a mixed opinion on the woman. she can’t be completely horrible if claudia loves her, and yet---

the next radical change to his life was somehow getting a best friend in the form of landon kirby. inspired by lizzie, will tried to be more social. this resulted in him meeting landon kirby. the guy was a bit nerdy, but later will found out he was too. there was no life changing situation that thrust them together, but rather, much like lizzie and himself--- will and landon clicked. they hung out together, had fun, built an ease of a relationship. so much so, that will confessed to landon his past on his own accord. and landon, he accepted will without hesitation. the two are always there for each other, and have each other’s backs. 

on the front of wyatt halliwell. things with wyatt never faltered, never could. wyatt is one of the only people to have will’s explicit trust. the first person ever, actually. their affection and love for each other was never something that was tested or struggled with. in fact, it was only something that grew with wyatt’s proposal to officially adopt will and make him into a halliwell. give him a name that connected him with others, that connected he and wyatt on a deeper level. it didn’t make too much difference beyond the name, but it was still something will was grateful for. 

he is now william halliwell, engaged to lizzie saltman & couldn’t be happier. 

CONNECTIONS:

lizzie saltzman - @geminislegacy​: crush, first kiss, girlfriend, fiance

wyatt halliwell - @nocttrls​: his wyatt figure, adopted dad

landon kirby - @frcmashes: one-night stand, best friend

clauda davenport - @hardts: paternal half-sister

harlow valentine - @deathlyharlows: enemy

nicole alfaro - @ofsorrxws: paternal half-sister

julian valentino - @vclentino:  maternal half-brother

arlo park - @pcthstrayed: paternal half-brother

NOTES / FUN FACTS:

for the longest time, william’s only goal had been to murder his father. that has changed in frequent time, however, if ever given the opportunity it wouldn’t be as easy he dreamed it. in fact, he’d probably struggle with killing jack due to the man being the single constant within his life and having such a power over him, even now. 

meta on william halliwell & emotion.

tba. 

[bosspigeon]

maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

Pairing: Gen, with Tina Poname & Male Detective Friendship Word Count: 2187 Summary: Tina Poname’s the new kid in a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere, and is learning the hard way that making new friends in a place like Wayhaven is easier said than done. Luckily, she’s got a can-do attitude and a forceful personality to help her befriend even the surliest of loners.

I just think Tina’s such a good character, and I loved trying to write from her point of view, and I love thinking about her friendship with the Detective. Especially with my boy, Arlo. I also read a bunch of articles trying to put together his infodump on the Satanic Panic fhdasjhgjskahg. Title, of course, taken from “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance. (I like to think I’m Funny)

Tina takes her lunch in the courtyard.

It’s overcast outside, looking like it might rain later, but the courtyard is nice enough, landscaped with flowering plants and rustic stone pathways, though it is kind of small. She’d rather sit inside, just in case it does start pouring, but every table in the cafeteria was full, and the ones that weren’t very quickly became full when she walked past with her lunch bag. She’s learned quickly that small towns like Wayhaven tend to be pretty… insular.

She’s trying not to let it get her down. She’s the new kid, and with time other students will warm up to her, but for now she feels like she’s the ugly duckling set adrift in a little pond, and all the other ducklings think she has the plague or something. The metaphor gets away from her a bit, but her head’s been a bit of a jumble since the last move. But that’s leading towards things she’d rather not think about, so she doesn’t. Simple as that.

Instead she looks around her, taking in the very pretty little courtyard, even if it’s washed in the moody tones of the grey sky overhead, made more moody still by the shade of a tall, gnarled old ash tree in the center. There are a few wooden picnic tables scattered about, all of them empty.

All of them but one.

Tina almost doesn’t see him at first. He’s hunched over at a table directly under the ash tree, his back to her. His long black hair hangs almost to the bottom of his shoulder blades in loose waves, and all she can think is that he’s never seen a boy with hair so pretty before. Every time she sees a boy with long hair, it’s always a frizzy mess, and whenever she brings up that they really shouldn’t use all-in-one shampoo, they get all annoyed with her.

She makes the decision to flounce right over, rounds the table, and wiggles into the bench across from him. “Your hair’s so pretty!” she chirps by way of greeting, unzipping her lunch bag and beaming at him. He looks up at her, and she’s a bit stricken when she sees his face properly. His dark brows are bold slashes scrunching over pale grey eyes lined in smeary black makeup that streaks down his freckled cheeks. He’s got a square jaw and a strong nose, but he still leans more into pretty territory than handsome, and she’s beginning to figure out that the uniform guidelines in the student handbook are taken as more suggestions than law, given that his lip, nose, and ears are pierced.

He doesn’t respond, squinting at her, his mouth twisting into a frown.

“I’m Tina!” she offers cheerily. “I like your makeup!”

He frowns harder, almost snarling, with a bit of teeth showing, like he’s hoping to scare her away. Well, Tina Poname isn’t so easy to scare, and she’s determined not to spend lunch alone. She just smiles right back and starts rooting through her lunch bag, pulling out the neatly packed containers of healthy fruit and veggies and hard boiled eggs to find the yogurt-covered pretzels hidden at the bottom. She crunches on one while she eyes her new tablemate, who seems to have resigned himself to her delightful company and has turned his attention back to a notebook he’s doodling in while absently eating something she thinks is a kind of pretty little spring roll. It looks really good, and she’s a bit jealous.

He staunchly ignores her eyes on him, shifting a bit and tossing the hair hanging in his face over one shoulder, so she can properly see the black enamel inverted cross dangling from his ear. Without thinking, she leans across the table and flicks it.

He flinches away from her and glowers with such ire she’s surprised her clothes aren’t smouldering. She smiles sheepishly, but brushes off the surprise and barrels on. “I can’t imagine you’re too popular wearing those in a quiet little town like this,” she chimes in a teasing sing-song. “Wonder how many old die-hard religious types burst into flames at the sight of you?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes so hard it gives Tina a headache. But she’s also more than a little pleased she’s gotten a reaction out of him.

She leans into it, figuring she’s found her in. “So, are you a Satanist or what? It’s cool if you are! Just think it must be hell in this place.” She can’t help but cackle at her own joke, slapping the tabletop and wheezing. When she recovers enough to notice, she catches him eyeballing her like he can’t quite figure out exactly what’s wrong with her. It’s a look she knows pretty well at this point.

“I’m not an anything,” he sighs, tapping his fingers on the wooden tabletop. His nails are painted black, but they’re chipping at the tips, and he’s wearing a few really cool rings, a couple of which looks like they might be antiques. “Besides that, the whole inverted cross being a symbol of Satanism is bullshit.” His voice is pretty deep, but not nearly as deep as she expected it to be, and softer besides, with a light, lilting burr to it. Regardless, Tina’s delighted to have gotten anything more than grunts and glares from him at all. She leans forward, crunching another pretzel. “Wait, really? What’s it mean, then?”

“It’s the cross of Saint Peter,” he almost bursts out, and then pinches his lips shut, like even he’s surprised he said anything. He looks at her warily, but she just waves at him to go on. He hesitates for another moment, before he continues haltingly, “When Peter the Apostle was supposedly executed under Nero, he’s said to have requested he be crucified upside-down, because he felt he wasn’t worthy to die the way Jesus did.” His broad, tight shoulders are loosening bit by bit the more he talks. “It’s a symbol of humility. It’s even used in the design for the papal cross, because the Pope is supposed to be the successor of Peter. And because of its mistaken associations with Satanism, now people like to claim the Pope is the antichrist.”

He rolls his eyes again and picks up another spring roll, gesturing at her with it before taking a bite and continuing while he chews. “I’m not sure exactly when people decided turning the cross upside-down suddenly makes it evil, but it can probably be traced back to the whole Satanic Panic debacle that kicked up in the 70s through the 90s. Anton LaVey—fuck that guy, by the way—published The Satanic Bible in ‘69, but most of it was pretty much plagiarized from a lot of other authors who philosophized about self-actualization and whatnot, including Ayn Rand—fuck her too—and then The Exorcist movie came out, and those things combined with the whole Manson cult thing earlier in the 60s and kicked off this sort of pop culture fascination with the occult and macabre. A lot of metal bands and other counter-culture music artists started using them in album art along with other bastardized religious imagery, and it turned into a whole thing with religious pearl-clutchers.”

Tina is astounded. Not just by the subject of the conversation (which is really cool, in kind of a weird way?) but with the way the boy  turns into a completely different person in the blink of an eye. Just a few minutes ago, he was all dour and moody and mean, looking as if he was a second away from biting her head off, and in the space of a few seconds, he’s morphed into someone totally different. His eyes are brighter and more expressive, he’s talking with his hands, and even the kind of monotone voice she’d heard from him before has changed. “Wow,” she says with no small amount of awe.

He seems to regain himself when she speaks, as if he’d forgotten he was talking to another person entirely. She watches him shrink, hunching his shoulders and looking down at the table, scooping up his pen and viciously scribbling a little spiral into the top corner of his notebook.

“No, seriously!” she blurts, standing up and bracing both hands on the table so she can lean into his space. “That’s really cool! How do you know all that?”

He gives her that same wary, hunted look from earlier, and she can’t help but pout. She wants to see what she saw just a second ago, when he looked like he was excited to talk about something. “Just stuff I picked up a while ago, and thought it was cool, I guess.” He shrugs and looks away, tugging at the spiked chain around his neck partially hidden under the crooked collar of his uniform shirt. “There’s this bookstore a couple towns over that kind of specializes in this stuff.” He lifts his hands and wiggles his fingers, mouth cocking in a wry almost-smile. “Plus, there’s always the magic of the internet.”

She laughs brightly, and it takes every ounce of her meager self-restraint not to reach out and try to physically drag that other boy out of him. “Oh, that sounds fun! We should go together sometime!”

He blinks at her, like she’s hit him over the head with her lunch bag. “Wh… what?”

She leans forward harder, until she’s essentially standing on her tip-toes and bouncing. “We should hang out! I’m sure if I ask really nice, my stepmom will drive us out there. It’ll be great!”

He keeps staring at her. She bounces a bit faster, hoping he doesn’t notice the pimple she couldn’t quite cover with foundation before she had to leave this morning. And if he does, she hopes he doesn’t say anything about it, because she doesn’t think trying to fight him will ingratiate her to him overmuch.

“I’ll buy lunch and everything,” she wheedles.

“I…” He looks away, eyebrows all scrunched again, but she can see him wavering. She wants to punch the air. Never doubt Tina Poname! “I guess? But why?”

Her smile falls a little at the genuine confusion in his voice, the way he’s not looking at her anymore, even to glare, the way he’s twisting one of his rings around his finger and almost hiding behind his thick, dark hair. She tilts her head and blinks at him. “Because I think you’re cool? Besides that, this town is kinda weird about new people? And you’re the only person who didn’t put a bag or book on every available seat when I walked by.”

“Mostly because I didn’t see you coming,” he mutters under his breath, and she barks out a laugh.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve ambushed potential friends,” she giggles. “Hasn’t failed me yet. Except when it has, but I don’t count those.”

He finally looks at her again, still kind of hidden behind a curtain of hair, but she thinks he’s actually smiling at her. He starts to open his mouth to say something, but flinches instead when the shrill ring of the bell indicating the end of lunch interrupts him. He swears under his breath and starts to gather up his things, and Tina starts shoveling pretzels into her mouth while pushing her untouched plastic containers back into her bag. She’s going to regret eating nothing but pretzels later, but at least they’re more filling than melon or carrot sticks.

“Hey wait!” she exclaims through a mouthful of pretzels as he begins to stand, almost tripping over the bench to block him in before he can leave. She’s staggered, suddenly, when he rises up to his full height and she’s looking very up at him. She’s been taller than most boys all her life, so this is a bit bizarre. He looks down at her with his brows raised, tucking his notebook into a satchel covered in patches and pins. “Wow, you’re tall,” she says astutely, swallowing her pretzels.

“Uh… yeah, I am,” he responds.

She shakes off her shock and backs up enough to let him out of his side of the table, but she blocks his path to the door still. Though she’s not sure she could stop him from going anywhere if he really wanted to get past her, with those long legs of his. “I forgot to ask! What’s your name?”

He hesitates again before he quietly says, “Arlo.”

She shoves a hand out at him, “Tina Poname, at your service!”

He grants her a shake with his big, ring-laden hand, obviously bemused, but he’s doing that maybe-smile again, so she thinks she’s done pretty well here. “Yeah. Nice to meet you.” He turns and walks a few long steps away, then pauses and turns back towards her, waiting for her scamper to his side.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” she says a little breathlessly, swinging her bag and turning to him with a sly little smile “since you’re the local here, what teachers will let me get away with eating in class?”

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Forty-Eight

Summary: You spend some time in Empire City ahead of your birth mother’s funeral, facing some old memories head-on. Words: 3.5k Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, Dallas (OC), Rosa (OC) Warnings: mentions of past sexual and physical abuse Beta: @blacksiren​

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You directed Jensen to your mother’s apartment after collecting her things from the hospital, your hands playing with the keys in your lap.

“There’s parking to the left,” you murmured as he turned onto the block.

Jensen nodded, pulling into an empty spot and shutting off the engine.

Neither of you moved, both just sat staring out of the windscreen blankly.

"I can go up alone," Jensen offered after a while. "I understand if you don't want to."

You shook your head as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"I've got this," you assured him, getting out of the car.

*****

You deliberately ignored the shaking of your hand as you unlocked the front door of the complex, and you were grateful that Jensen didn't mention it at all.

You lead him up the stairs without a word, pausing on the second floor landing as your heart started to thump.

"This is where I woke up after she pushed me," you commented, your voice light as you continued up the final flight of stairs.

"Y/N," Jensen murmured, but you spoke before he could continue.

"Good times," you joked. "Fun memories."

You knew he was going to chastise you so you tried not to give him the opportunity, opening the apartment door and stepping inside.

Everything looked exactly the same. The same ancient wallpaper, the same flooring, the same rug under the same coffee table.

The same couch.

A lump grew in your throat as you looked at the couch, turning to face Jensen as you motioned to it.

"So this was my bed," you told him, keeping your tone light, as if you were the current owner showing him the property. "This is where they raped me."

Your voice cracked on the word as it always did, so you turned away to continue your tour.

"Hey," Jensen said, softly, as he gently turned you back to face him with a hand on your shoulder. "Sweetheart, it's okay to feel things."

You looked down, unable to meet his eye.

"You don't have to be okay with being back here," he continued. "This place was hell for you."

You nodded, sniffing as you felt your nose begin to run and your eyes fill with tears.

"You're so brave," he whispered, "So strong to even have come to the city after everything that happened here. You're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling. And, with me, you're allowed to let your guard down and be vulnerable."

You clenched your jaw to stop the tears from falling.

“If I don’t joke about it I’ll cry,” you told him, teeth clenched, and he pulled you into a hug so he could offer you comfort without forcing you to look at him.

“Then cry,” he whispered, his hand cradling the back of your head.

You shook your head against him but he held firm, shushing you gently and rubbing your back until you couldn't hold in the tears any longer.

"It's okay," Jensen murmured, kissing the top of your head. "Let it out, baby. You'll never have to come back here again. You'll never be hurt like that again."

He could feel you shaking with sobs against him, and with every broken sound that escaped you his heart lurched for you.

He knew that you had been through a lot in this apartment, you had been slightly more open about everything since holding your event, but he’d never fully appreciated just how much it had affected you. Holding you as you sobbed in the middle of a room that caused you so much pain, he realised just how strong you were.

“Hey,” he murmured once you had stopped shaking, pulling back enough to cup your face in his hands.

“Hey,” you sniffed, offering a weak smile.

He smiled back, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You are amazing,” Jensen told you, causing you to frown slightly. “Don’t look at me like that. You are incredible, sweetheart.”

“I’m crying like a baby,” you reminded him, sniffing.

“It would be fucking weird if you weren’t,” he whispered, the bluntness taking you by surprise. “I’m serious. But the fact that it took you being back here for you to break down like this…”

He trailed off, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“You are so strong,” he told you. “The strongest woman I know; and I know your mama.”

“Now you’re just being nice to me because I’m sad,” you protested, and he shook his head.

“I’m being nice to you because you deserve it,” he corrected, and you swallowed, looking down at your feet. “And because I want you to have at least one good memory in this hell hole; one memory of your parent being honest with you. The memory of me telling you how proud I am of you.”

You smiled sadly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pulling back completely and wiping your cheeks. “Now let’s get this shit sorted so we can get out of here.”

*****

Luckily there wasn’t much in your birth mother’s apartment that you really needed to sort through. All of the clothes went into a bag to be donated to charity, and most of the furniture could be left in the apartment as it was in good enough condition to be kept by the next tenants. The couch, however, Jensen insisted was taken to a recycling centre and disposed of. You weren’t going to argue about that.

You left to go back to your hotel, allowing Jensen to organise the apartment to be cleaned before handing everything back over to the landlord.

After a shower to wash away the horrible feeling that being back in that place had left on you, you sat down on your bed and called home while Jensen was out getting you something to eat.

Jared answered the call with Dallas sat on his lap, the sight of the two of them causing tears to well in your eyes before you had even said ‘hello’.

“Oh, Mama,” Jared sighed, smiling sympathetically. “How are you holding up?”

You laughed, wiping your eyes with the hand not holding your phone.

“I’m just happy to see you both,” you assured him.

“We’re happy to see you, too,” he promised. “Aren’t we, little bean?”

“Yah,” Dallas agreed, playing with her daddy’s hands as they were holding her waist. “Home soon?”

“Soon enough, baby,” you told her, smiling sadly. “Are you being good for Daddy and Bambi?”

“She is,” Jared nodded. “We had the twins round for a sleepover last night to give Dee a bit of a break and they were all angels.”

“Gonna give you such a big hug when I get back," you told your daughter. "Been missing you so much."

"What about Daddy?" Jared asked, and you laughed as you noticed the glint in his eye.

"I've missed Daddy, too," you replied. "I'm sure he'll get a little more than a hug when I come home."

"Gross," Jensen groaned, having entered the hotel room while you were answering.

"Whosat?" Dallas questioned, the sound catching her attention.

You switched the camera over to show Jensen as he walked towards you, handing you a paper bag.

"Grampa!" Dallas laughed, and Jensen grinned at the sound of her voice.

"Yeah, Grandpa is here, baby," he told her, sitting beside you so you could turn the camera and have you both in view for your daughter.

"Hi," Dallas grinned, and Jensen smiled back.

"Hello, gorgeous," he replied, his words causing her to preen. "I've been looking after your mommy for you, I promise."

"Goo'boy."

You laughed at her response, knowing she'd picked up the phrase from how you all spoke to Arlo, Oscar, and Icarus.

"He's the best boy," you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. "We've gotta go or our food will get cold but I'll talk to you tomorrow. Okay, sweets?"

Your daughter nodded, and you smiled.

"I'll text you later," Jared told you before addressing Jensen. "Take care of her."

"Always," Jensen agreed, blowing Dallas a kiss and making her giggle before hanging up.

You smiled as you placed your phone down beside you, picking up the takeout bag and looking inside.

“You’re an angel,” you told your father, pulling out the foil-wrapped burrito he’d picked up for you.

“I know.”

*****

You and Jensen were staying in Oklahoma until the funeral on Thursday, the two of you having rushed it through due to just wanting it all to be over, so you decided to take your father on a trip down memory lane. A good one, this time.

You woke up in the morning before Jensen got up, leaving the hotel to get him breakfast from the diner that you worked for at weekends during your high school years.

It wasn’t until the bell rang above the door as you entered that you remembered that you might be recognised in Empire City.

“Oh, my God,” the woman behind the counter beamed. “Y/N?”

“Hey,” you smiled, walking into your old boss’ embrace as she practically ran from behind the service counter to hug you. “Long time, no see.”

“What’re you doing back here?” Rosa asked, leading you over to the counter and offering you a bar stool. “Is work really that thin that you’re back here handing in your resume?”

You laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, leaving Supernatural really hit me hard,” you joked, and she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t believe you for a second, sugar,” she smiled.

“No, I’m not looking for work,” you finally answered her. “I’m actually showing my dad around the place I grew up, at the moment. Starting with my favourite diner breakfast.”

Rosa beamed, scribbling down an order before you even told her what you wanted, putting it on the pass to the kitchen and dinging the bell as if it were the most important order in the world.

“To go,” you reminded her, and she nodded, repeating your words in a yell back to the kitchen. “What have you ordered me?”

“Your usual,” she smiled. “The same order I’d have made up for you every Saturday morning before your shift. Times two, for your new handsome dad.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment on Jensen’s looks.

“At least let me pay, this time,” you requested, reaching for your wallet.

“Nope,” she told you, stubbornly.

“Rosie,” you laughed softly. “I must owe this place thousands by now. Let me pay for this.”

“Sugar, you’ve not paid for a meal the whole time I’ve known you,” she reminded you. “You’re famous now. Just leave us a good review on TripAdvisor under your real name.”

You knew she was joking but you got your phone out to do as she’d asked anyway.

“That will get us more custom without you spending a dime.”

“You realise I have money now, right?” you questioned. “Like… more money than I know what to do with.”

“I know that,” Rosa smiled, waving at another customer as he left and nodding one of the servers over to clear his table. “I also know you have a little girl and two boys to spend every penny on.”

“I’ll put it in the college fund,” you assured her.

“Good,” she smiled. “Now, tell me about your life. It’s been a while.”

*****

You returned to your hotel room, food in hand, with a huge smile on your face.

Learning from past experiences, you had left Jensen a note telling him where you were going, so by the time you got back he was dressed and ready for the day. No more panicking that you’d run away in the night.

“Fresh from the finest diner in town,” you told him, handing him a container of food before taking a seat at the desk with your own.

“Thank you, darlin’,” Jensen smiled, opening the box and laughing softly.

“My old boss made us my usual,” you explained as he frowned down at the food in front of him. “Pancakes and waffles with sausage, eggs, and syrup.”

“The fact that you’re not 500lbs still surprises me,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes. “Waffles and pancakes?”

“Also known as the Y/N Special,” you informed him. “Customers started asking for it after a while. Like a secret menu item.”

“‘Two of everything, please,’ isn’t a secret menu item, kiddo,” Jensen teased, and you baulked at his tone.

“How dare you, sir?” you defended. “There is no bacon here.”

Jensen laughed, a real laugh with crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes and his head thrown back, and you smiled back at him.

“Dig in,” you told him, uncapping the little tub of maple syrup. “It’s best if you just put everything together.”

“Syrup on eggs?” he questioned and you nodded as you took your first bite, groaning as the taste took you back to the few good memories that you had in the city.

“Syrup on eggs.”

*****

You took Jensen on a tour of the good memories that you had in Empire City - from the high school where you were scouted, to the bakery you’d started your birthday tradition at - and by the time you got back to the hotel Jensen felt like he knew you even better than he did before.

He had heard you talk about these places fleetingly over the past couple of years, however being there with you and seeing you interact with those places really let him in to your past.

You were woken up the next morning by a phone call, and you groaned as you answered your cell without fully opening your eyes.

“Mornin’,” you grunted, flopping back down into your pillows.

“Morning, princess,” Jared laughed lightly. “What’s your room number? Gonna send you up some breakfast.”

“214,” you yawned. “Grandpa’s gonna want OJ.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” he replied fondly. “I’ll add OJ to the order.”

“Thanks, baby,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Can I call you back when I’m awaker?”

“That’s not a word,” he reminded you and you groaned. “Of course you can. Room service will be up in a few.”

“Love you,” you yawned again, finally sitting up.

“You too,” he told you. “Speak to you later.”

You hummed an agreement before hanging up the phone and stretching your arms above your head, revelling in the satisfying pop of your spine as you did so.

“Gen?” Jensen guessed of the phonecall, and you shook your head as you turned to face him.

“Jared,” you answered. “He’s sending us up some breakfast.”

Jensen nodded, reaching for his phone.

“Am I taking first shower?” you guessed, and he nodded again, making no attempt to even sit up.

*****

Jensen was in the bathroom when a knock came on the hotel room door, and you tossed your hairbrush onto the bed and grabbed a tip from your wallet before going to answer.

“Morning,” you smiled as you opened the door, the rest of the words dying in your throat as you took in what greeted you in the hallway.

Standing where you had expected a member of hotel staff to be with a breakfast cart was Jared Padalecki himself, your daughter in one arm and a large paper bag in the other.

“Oh, my God,” you breathed, reaching for your daughter and bringing her into your arms. “Oh, my God.”

“Mornin’,” Dallas smiled, placing a big kiss on your cheek.

Jared stepped past you into the room, taking the ten dollar bill from your hand and placing the bag on the desk.

"Thanks for the tip," Jared commented, and you laughed softly as you shifted your daughter onto your hip.

"Come here," you requested, and Jared stepped closer, letting you tuck his hair behind his ear. "I've missed you."

"We've missed you, too," he murmured as you brought him in for a kiss, ignoring the way that Dallas was wriggling to get down.

Jared kissed back, and you melted into the sense of 'home' that you got from just being near to him.

You relented, placing Dallas down on the bed and wrapping your arms around Jared to kiss him properly.

He smiled into the kiss, carding his hands into your hair.

"Grampa!" Dallas giggled, standing up on your bed as Jensen emerged from the bathroom, and you broke apart in time to see a grin grow on his face.

"Hey, gorgeous," he beamed, picking her up into a bear hug. "What're you doing here?"

"Daddy," Dallas explained, pointing to Jared as he stood beside you.

"We figured y'all could use some company the next couple days," Jared reasoned, and Jensen nodded, kissing your daughter's temple as she sat happily on his hip, resting her head on his shoulder.

"How's Gen?" you asked Jared as he started retrieving breakfast items from the bag he had brought with him, "And the boys?"

"They're doing good," he assured you, handing a pastry and an orange juice over to Jensen's free hand. "Everyone's just been missing you a whole lot.”

“We’ll be home soon,” you sighed. “Just gotta get Thursday out of the way, first.”

*****

You didn’t sleep properly on Wednesday night. Of course you didn’t. It was the night before your birth mother’s funeral and all you could think of was the terrible, terrible things that she put you through.

You had been staying in a family room with Jared and Dallas, but when you couldn’t sleep you made your way back to room 214.

Letting yourself in with your keycard, you made your way over to the bed you had used for the first few nights until Jensen’s voice stopped you.

“Come here,” he murmured groggily, making space for you in his bed.

You got in next to him, letting him place the covers over you.

“I’m getting too old to share the bed with my dad,” you argued weakly.

Jensen shook his head as he reached for your hand, bringing it up to his lips.

“Never,” he whispered. “Not as long as you need me.”

You smiled slightly as he pulled you closer, tucking your face into his neck.

“This time tomorrow it’ll all be over,” he reminded you, and you nodded against him. “Let’s get some rest, sweetheart.”

*****

Jensen, on your request, had arranged a notice to be put in the local paper of the time and location of your mother’s funeral. You wanted anyone who knew her and cared about her to be able to say goodbye properly.

Jared and Jensen were by your side all morning, sitting at the back of the service hall with you and Dallas as you watched a few people that you didn’t recognise settle in.

Five minutes before it was due to start you turned as the doors opened, tears prickling in your eyes as you saw Danneel enter the crematorium.

You got to your feet, walking towards her despite being desperate to run,.

“I’m here, baby,” she smiled sadly as you practically fell into her arms. “I’m here. We’re gonna be okay.”

“Thank you for coming,” you whispered.

Danneel kissed your head, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and leading you back into the room.

Jared and Jensen were stood with Dallas, meeting you in the aisle and moving to sit in the row behind the rest of the attendees so as not to be quite so far removed.

*****

A few people entered minutes after the short service started, but you kept looking straight forward, your arms wrapped around Dallas as she sat on your lap.

The whole thing was very generic - there were no readings of her favourite poems or eulogies by people that would miss her - and you were surprised to find yourself feeling absolutely nothing as her coffin was taken behind the curtain.

Once the service was over, Jared immediately took Dallas to a park as a treat for sitting so well while you and your parents stayed behind. You waited for everyone to leave before getting to your feet, smiling at Jensen and Danneel as they stood with you.

“You ready?” Jensen asked, and you nodded, letting Danneel take your hand and lead you out into the aisle.

You looked back at Jensen when you realised he wasn’t following you out of the row, and you found  him looking towards the doorway.

You turned to see what he was staring at, your mouth suddenly going dry as you saw a familiar man stood, watching you.

He waved slightly as he noticed you looking at him.

“Who is that?” Danneel asked quietly, but you didn’t respond.

You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts other than wondering what he was doing there and why he was waving like you were old friends.

Rather than replying, you walked straight towards the man, Jensen and Danneel following after sharing a look of confusion.

“Hi,” he breathed as you stopped in front of him. “It’s good to see you.”

You swallowed, folding your arms, and he faltered.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if you know who I am,” he smiled awkwardly. “My name’s-”

“I know what your name is,” you interrupted. “I know who you are.”

He nodded, swallowing as you turned to your parents.

“This is the guy who knocked up my birth mom and then abandoned us both,” you told them, turning back to face him. “This… this is my father.” 

*****

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Can I have all for Apollo? (the 40 ask ^^) and if you want too, Anika too 😘

I went in game just to take this picture. Spoilers bellow, be warned.

For Anika and Apollo

1. How does your character sleep? Peacefully, fitfully? What position do they sleep in? What is their typical bedding like?

Apollo: 

Mostly dreamless. He has insomnia, and has a hard time getting to sleep, he tends to check on his brother often, as their rooms are side by side, he can hear when Arlo is having a particularly bad night and that interferes with his sleep.  When he dreams it’s nightmares. His bedding is blue, obviously, fluffy and cool.

Anika:

She’s a heavy sleeper and goes to sleep quickly. She has a lot of blankets and is a blanket hoarder, she’s also a little spoon. Since her mother passed away she has a lot easier time sleeping, I guess her worries have evaporated, even if she feels someone else’s worries now.

2. Does your oc have dreams or nightmares? What are they like? Is there a recurring one?

Apollo:

His nightmares often involve a much worse outcome of the “accident”, usually it ends with Arlo’s death. Though Arlo’s survival was not without it’s consequences, in his nightmares they always fail to save him, and he often dies. Another variant of the dream has Arlo surviving and killing Apollo, telling him all those painful words they throw at one another like jabs and jokes despite the fact that they really can’t stand eachother. 

Anika:

Her nightmares are actually strange. Though this has never happened to her, she often has nightmares of being chased and raped. She hasn’t told her father, nor Apollo about it. She has these types of dreams because she fears being manipulated and controled once more, like she has been in the past.

3. How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

Apollo:

As a kid, Apollo was pretty easy to annoy, currently he has a lot more patience. He’s a smart kid, so his biggest annoyance is flat out stupidity. people who try to debunk scientific facts like anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers and supernatural deniers will have him fuming. 

Arlo also annoyed him, he used to believe Arlo was an asshole, a racist and a stupid idiot. But kids grow up. Arlo still annoys him, but because he doesn’t want to keep living.

Anika:

She’s pretty hard to annoy, but a pet peeve of her would be chewing with your mouth open. Like, close your mouth, you gross pig, no one needs to know what the fuck you’re digesting.

4. How does your oc view housework? Do they absolutely hate it? Do they enjoy having their surroundings neat and tidy or do they not notice?

Anika: 

She enjoys having her surroundings clean and tidy, but she has had and does have a maid who cleans up her house everyday. But she does well in Domestic Economics and is not the type to try and shoehorn her duties when it’s her class’s week to clean their floor.

Apollo:

He likes organization and tidyness, so he cleans up pretty well and is comfortable with doing chores. Arlo annoys him on this, as Arlo barely ever cleans up after himself, he usually yells at Arlo over it, but then he feels guilty as he knows why Arlo is like this. 

5.Your oc has to make something for an art exhibition. What would they make? How terrible is it? Would they enjoy making it?

Apollo:

He’s go for a more scientific exhibihit. Probably do something related with stars and the solar system. He’d actually be pretty good at it, Apollo is a bit of a natural genius and is usually “good at everything”.

Anika:

An acrilyc painting, stylized art. She likes painting women, usually black women, and especially faces, spcifically stylesed with a french animation touch to it, like if DC met japanese manga. She’s not amazing at it, not as good as her own mother who was a great artist, but she’s pretty good. 

6. What is your oc’s vocabulary like? Does it match the way they talk? How would you describe their speech?

Apollo:

He does not swear unless extreme emotions are at hand. As a kid he used to curse, but as a teen he doesn’t feel the need to.

Anika:

Proper, but this time associated with her education and status. She tends to look the way she talks and her vocabulary is posh and very proper. She’s as “british” as you get when it comes to her speech. 

7. How would you describe your oc’s voice? Do they have an accent? Do you have any voice claims for them?

Apollo and Arlo (Bonus):

For this one I have to compare Apollo to Arlo. Apollo’s voice is very sweet, calm and mellowed. He tends to speak more mature and it shows in his voice. As a kid he had a high pitch, tended to sound like a little girl, but when he hit puberty, he hit pubery. His voice is like the VA Aranas, from Skyrim’s interesting NPCs. He speaks much like Valgus if Valgus was more temperamental: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-3Jo_zoiJs

Arlo as a kid had the same voice as Apollo, but tended to talk brasher which made his voice even more annoying and high pitched. After his accident, when puberty hit, his voice became much more raspier and deeper than Apollo’s. He doesn’t speak much so he has a “smoker’s voice”. Arlo sounds like Fenris from Dragon Age: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXKcBAwSpzo

Anika: 

Her voice is very open and clear. She tends to slurr her words, which makes Arlo refer to her as “mouthbreather”. She kinda sounds like Gal Gadot if she spoke like Kristen Stewart.

8. Is your oc more likely to follow instructions exactly, throw them out and figure it out on their own, or make it all up? What are the results like?

Apollo:

Apollo always follows the instructions to the word, and usually it turns out exactly as instructed. If the instructions are wrong, it’ll turn out wrong too. He’s pretty good at it though, and you can bet he’ll put an IKEA shelf together.

Anika:

Anika is a bit 50/50. She mixes a bit of instructions with instinct. Usually she gets off pretty well.

9. Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?

Apollo:

He’s pretty positive to touch, and actually seeks it. The person he most enjoys touching and being touched by is, without a doubt is Anika. It’s more than sharing a heart, they are just compatible.

Anika:

Anika is a bit more privy to touch. Her parents were never particularly affectionate with her, and she is ticklish. The exception is Apollo and her mother, when she was alive. She enjoys Apollo’s touch, and she enjoys touching him. 

10. How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?

Apollo:

Apollo does seek doctors, he actually wishes to study to become a doctor. It’s an objective of his, so he is a strong supporter of the healthcare system.

Anika: 

She hates hospitals as much as the next person who has had a chronically and terminally ill family member. But if she’s really hurt and can’t fix it herself with magic, she does go to doctors.

11. How competitive is your oc? Is every little task something that they can win, or are they just in competitions for the fun of it? Is there anyone they’re most competitive with?

Apollo:

He is very competitive, and he is competitive with everyone, especially Arlo, though these days Arlo proves little of a challenge. Apollo is very skilled, and he works very hard to be so, he’s a natural born genius, and he’s also very responsible and determined, which helps. He always has to win and when he doesn’t, it upsets him. He’s bad dealing with frustration, something Arlo beats him to. The only two things he looses at are being the oldest, Arlo is older than him by two minutes, and magic. In raw power, Arlo can wipe the floor with Apollo’s arse.

Anika:

Anika has never been competitive. As an only child she’s never had reasons to be best at anything as she was the only one. As long as she worked hard and had good grades, all was good with her parents, So, most competitions are for the fun of it.

12. How skilled at lying is your oc? How frequently do they lie? For what reason? What situations would be the exception?

Apollo: 

He is a terrible liar. He couldn’t lie for the life of him, so he usually doesn’t. He’s pretty honest with everything, and only lies when trying to protect someone.

Anika:

She’s a good liar, so and so. She couldn’t trick a skilled detective, but she’s good enough at lies to get herself off the hook and get her way.

13 . What is your oc’s immune system like? Are they invincible to illness, or are they compromised completely from the slightest of dirt?

Apollo: 

Pretty good. Apollo, like his father, is immune to most illnesses, virus basically brush through him like the flu, though he does get sick on occasion. He however is blind as a bat, and without contacts or glasses all he sees are blotches of colour.

Anika:

She has always had a tough immune system. Probably because she has spent a lot of time in hospitals with her mom, she’s caught all type of bugs, and these days is pretty tough to most of them.

14. Does your oc do anything “just for the aesthetic”? Or are they completely practical in everything?

Apollo:

He wears contacts just for the aesthetic, but also because as he plays football, it’s safer if he uses contacts instead of his glasses. His glasses would be much more practical though, as his contacts don’t have the strength he needs, and they don’t have the colour correction his glasses do for his color blindness.

Anika:

That nose ring, anything that makes her look “witchy”. And she does wear box braids just for the aesthetic.

15. If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why?

Apollo:

A stetoscope. He’s a doctor, a magical doctor but still a doctor. Though he dreams to be a doctor and prefers to aid and heal those around him.

Anika:

A star wand. She’s a spellcaster, one who enjoys using her magic to grant wishes, both her own and those of those around her.

16. If your oc could only eat one thing for the rest of their life (while miraculously not suffering from malnutrition), what would it be? Does this match their favourite food?

Apollo:

Pizza. It’s his favourite food.

Anika:

Ice-cream. Though not her favourite food, the amount of flavors and ways you can eat ice-cream pleases her.

17. How prepared is your oc? Ready for the worst no matter what, or completely lost in every situation? Would they have a medkit when it was needed? Would they have an umbrella if it rains?

Apollo: 

Super prepared. Now more than ever. He’s always ready for the very worse situation. That’s why he’s the “mom” friend.

Anika:

50/50. She usually gets ready for a bad outcome, but she’s not the type to walk around with an umbrella if the weather forecast said it would be sunny.

18. How charitable is your oc? Or are they more stingy with their resources and money?

Apollo:

Apollo is stingy. He does give away things if he really doesn’t need them anymore, and he’s usually careful so when he gives something away it’s practically new, but giving money is a no. 

Anika:

She is charitable, but much like Apollo, she’s more into giving away needed goods like food, meds and clothes, and not so much money. In the middle of a crisys you’d see her volunteering and giving away tons of food and first need goods, but don’t expect her to donate money anytime soon, even if it’s for a cause she believes in.

19. If someone was describing your oc to someone who had never met them, what distinguishing features would they mention? How would one identify your oc in a crowd?

Anika: Apollo is that tall black haired with sharp green eyes. He is will be wearing blue, he always does. He might be wearing glasses if he’s out of contacts. He stands out, tall like a pole.

Apollo: Black girl, black hair, sometimes braids her curls, has the most beautiful black eyes you have ever seen. Always wears yellow or violet. Loves highwaisted everything. She’s always wearing these star earrings, impossible not to spot her in a crowd. Her eyes are like the core of a star, they’re beautiful.

19. Does your oc have any pleasure that embarrasses them so they keep it secret? Or are they open about all the things they enjoy?

Apollo:

Yoga. He does yoga, in leggings. He won’t admit he likes it, and if you ask he’ll deny it. But he likes yoga.

Anika:

Three words. Rainbow, Unicorn, Onesie. It’s fluffy, it’s colourful, she loves it, but won’t be caught dead wearing it publically and if you ever catch her, she’ll deny it.

20. What is your oc’s stamina like? Would they be able to run a marathon, or not run at all? What about walking/another physical activity? How are they with exercise in general?

Apollo:

Has energy to spare. Plays in the school football team, plays basket and jogs regularly. He could run a marathon and has great grades at Gym class. 

Anika:

A-okay. She likes football, could probably score well at the mile. Not a marathon fan and doesn’t like running, but does well enough at exercise.

21. How long can your oc stay focused on one task before they get bored? Do they constantly have to switch things up or do they hyperfocus? What sort of things is it the opposite for?

Apollo:

Apollo can focus pretty well at tasks. He doesn’t hyperfocus and sometimes needs to switch things up a bit so he doesn’t bore, but can focus pretty well at the task at hand. Unlike Arlo, he has no attention span issues.

Anika: 

She can stay focused at anything related with magic and art, usually hiperfocuses at easal as it’s her go to stuff. Movies and television bores her and she can’t watch a movie all the way to the end, same with books. Though she enjoys reading, it’s very hard for a story to hold her longer than a few chapters.

22. What is the most annoying sound to your oc? What’s the most pleasant? Is there any reason?

Apollo: 

Dogs barking. Like his father and brother, he is not a dog fan, so he hates the sound of dogs barking or howling.

He finds the sound of birds very soothing.

Anika:

The sound of someone chewing drives her up a wall. She hates it. 

Much like Apollo she enjoys the sound of birds and leaves rustling.

23. What smells bring back specific memories to your oc? What are those memories like?

Apollo:

The scent of earth and plants always remind him off his dad and their garden. Flowers too.

The scent of blood and flesh reminds him of the accident.

Anika:

The scent of lavender reminds her of her mother, the same with the scent of antiseptic. The later more specifically reminds her of her mother’s illness.

24. How jumpy or easily spooked is your oc? Do they have a fight or flight reflex to being startled, or are they never startled at all?

Apollo:

He isn’t easy to spook, but hearing people yelling puts him on high alert. A yell would activate his fight or flight/heal or kill response. But again, he’s very alert, so he isn’t easy to startle. Mom friend.

Anika:

Also not particularly easy to startle. You can’t exactly spook her with silly things. But lightening and fire do startle her and scare her, especially after the accident, as lightning and fire are Arlo’s main magical elements. If she gets scared her fight and flight reflex is very present and her first reaction is to run and then fight.

25. How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you?

Apollo:

He’s pretty polite. He doesn’t do everything with the utmost courtesy, but he does have his manners. At first contact he is always polite, but if you behave rudely towards him, he’ll answer in the same coin, though he rarely swears.

Anika: 

Anika is always polite and proper. She doesn’t easily bend to insults, she is used to them, so she always answers with courtesy. She finds proper ways of making things clear to those being complete assholes.

26. How flexible is your oc? Can they touch their toes or do they have trouble just sitting down because of how stiff they are?

Apollo: Very flexible. He does yoga to calm himself, as he is terrible at dealing with frustration and he has a bad temper. So he can bend pretty well anywhere.

Anika: She is also quite flexible. As a young girl, she used to do ballet before her mother got sick and as she enjoys sports, she never really lost that flexibility.

27. What is your oc’s typical walking like? Do they speed-walk everywhere, do they take quick short steps or long paces? On their tiptoe, the sides or heels of their feet? How loud are their footsteps?

Apollo: Long quick steps. He’s tall so he does take very long steps, but he also is loud. He has heavy and loud footsteps, as if he’s always in a hurry.

Anika: Her steps are shorter, but also loud and quick.

28. If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be? (When the player stays still for too long, the animation that plays.)

Apollo: He’d be shifting weight between his heels and he’d be crossing his arms and looking around annoyed that he’s standing around doing nothing.

Anika: She’d be putting her hand on her waist and shifting weight, checking her nails and hand back to waist.

29. What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

Apollo: This one a bit unfair because Apollo is a natural born genius and that boy knows a bit of everything. It’s annoying at times.

Anika: She knows a lot about magic and art. She even knows more about magic and art than most people you know. It’s actually debated rather or not she should become a sage, for all her skill and ability.

30. What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?

Apollo: He’s pretty much a morning person and always gets up at 7 am straight regardless of tiredness degree.

Anika: She’s more of a night-owl and likes to laze in bed in the morning. She’s the type to wake up and spend at least 15 minutes in bed awake getting mentally ready to get up.

31. What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?

Apollo: Batteries, gray cat, an Oxford compedium of medecine, a beaker, a football.

Anika: A unicorn, a magic wand, a fantasy book, balett shoes, an easal.

32. Describe your oc’s favourite environment. Urban or rural? Wild or controlled? What’s the climate like?

Apollo: He likes cities. Large cities full of people, the noise of cars and sirens in the background and the sound of people talking. He loves libraries as much as he loves stadiums, this is why he loves cities, because you have a bit of everything.

Anika: She has lived on the countryside her whole life, so that’s what she is used to. She enjoys the quiet and the fresh air, 

33. What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?

Apollo: His siblings and Anika. You could blackmail Apollo with things related with the wellbeing of Arlo, Syra or Anika and he’d do whatever you wanted. But that’s pretty much it. It’s hard to find other dirt on Apollo as he tends to be a “model” citizen and he’s too smart to let trail when he isn’t.

But with the wellbeing of his family, you’d be garanteed to get your way.

Anika: Once her mother and it was used to get their way. Currently depends, threatening her with Apollo could get your way, also threatening to reveal to her father what she and Apollo truly did that got her mother killed and nearly killed Arlo would also get your way, thankfully only three people know the truth, and that’s her, Apollo and Arlo and they’d rather keep that skeleton burried.

34. How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?

Anika:

She doesn’t get attached to things. She has always been pretty well off in life, so material goods is not something she ever struggled with. The only objects she’s very attached to are her nose piercing, Apollo gifted her, and her easal that used to belong to her mother. 

As for people, Anika is very attached to the people she considers important, same with animals. She doesn’t like loosing people and has a certain dificulty with loss. 

Apollo:

Apollo is stingy, so of course he is attached to objects. With him, any object he aquires must last as long as it’s decribed in it’s run time. He doesn’t like sharing and holds everything he owns as valuable.

As for people and animals. Apollo is less attached to people, he can shut people off his life with an extreme ease. Despite being very popular and loved by his class , his true friends are reduced. Despite feeling an extreme devotion and brotherly love for Arlo, Apollo doesn’t actually consider Arlo his friend. 

35. How stubborn is your oc? Are they easily convinced of the opposite opinion, do they not agree but let it happen anyways? Or do they cause conflicts with their inability to budge in their decisions?

Apollo:

A natural born genius and leader, so he is often right on what he says as right. If you’re denying facts he will not step down from his opinion or his decision if he is sure he is right. But as a genius he actually can be quite reasonable and accept opposing positions as long as they make sense.

Anika:

Not stubborn at all. She likes to hear all points of a decision or opinion and will respect opposing positions. When coming to decisions, she usually prefers to make informed decisions, so she often waits until she has all sides of the coin known. 

36. How much has your oc traveled? Why is this? Would they like to travel more? Or are they perfectly fine with staying home?

Apollo: 

Not particularly well traveled. He has traveled to a parallel universe, but he’s been bound to a specific locations of this universe. Outside from this, only a student outing to Granite Falls.

He’d like to travel more. He wants to visit Mt Komorebi when he’s financially stable.

Anika:

Quite well traveled as a kid. Went to Oasis Springs, Del Sol Valley, Sulani and even mt Komerobi.

She likes traveling, but she’s perfectly fine staying at home.

37. What signs tell that your oc is nervous? Do they fidget, is it in their expression or the way they say things? Or are they very skilled at hiding it?

Apollo: It’s easy to see when he gets nervous, as his temper flares. He usually starts talking louder as if to get heard and he frowns profusely if nervous. He also fidgets his feet around and nervous taps. It’s clear in his expression.

Anika: When nervous she pulls on her lower lip repeatedly. 

38. How superstitious your oc? Do they end up following them ‘just in case’? Or are superstitions incredibly important to your oc? What are some that they believe? What about the ones they don’t?

Apollo: Is not supersticious at all. His scientific and magical knowledge is too great for him to actually believe in supersticions. One supersticion he has however is that after 2:30 am nothing good happens. So because of this supersticion, when he’s on a night out, he usually returns home around 2, 2:30, but never stays past it.

Anika: Anika does believe in some supersticions. Namely the friday the thirteenth being a day of renewal and strong magic. 2020 being an unlucky number and black cats being the best familiars.

39. Are there any habits your oc has picked up from people around them? Do they know where they’re from? Does your oc try to stop themselves from doing it?

Apollo: He has picked Anika’s way of speach and expressions. He doesn’t stop himself from doing it.

Anika: She hasn’t really picked any habit from anyone. She’s pretty much her own self.