#Sis went through the tag and learned her lines

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ℙ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕃𝔸 -Part two

Warnings: Mentions of death (obvi-it's call of duty y'all.), in-depth past explanation, OC being forced to take up a role she never wanted, very very very VERY slight mentions of sexual themes (like-one or two sentences), trust issues at it's finest, and that's around it.

Alejandro Vargas x OC

Credits to OC: ME MYSELF AND IIIIIII~~ (Uhm-anyways-)

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Alejandro felt like he had been shot through the heart. "I-What have I ever done to you, to make you reluctant to trust me, Linda?" Maria shook her head, "It's-It's not you, Alejandro...it's just-personal." Alejandro nodded. "I understand. Yo Entiendo." Maria gave him a soft smile-she smiled!-and then walked away. Alejandro nearly died right then. Rodolfo smirked at put a hand on Alejandro's shoulder. " Su maldito desesperado, coronel," Rudy joked, and his higher-up sighed. "Yo se, Rudy...Pero...." "Pero Nada, Amigo. You love her. That's it." "Not so loud, Pendejo!" "We're mexican! We're loud!" "Parra!" "Okay, okay! Don't kill me, Alejandro!" "Mhhh, i should...I really should. But-alas, I can't."

"Say-Pistola, why do they call ye tha', aye?" "Because." "It means Poistol, doon'it?" Soap asked, "So that means-ye must be handy wit one!" Maria groaned and rubbed her face. "If i say yes, will you shut up?" "Nay, prolly not, bonnie." "Don't call me bonnie-" "Bonnie, bon-bon, bonnibell, bonnie-boo," Soap teased, and Maria looked over to Alejandro and mouthed, "Im going to kill you, Pendejo." He just laughed. Maria looked back over to Ghost and Soap-who were...flirting? Talking? How could you tell, honestly? "...Are you two...Novios?" "Huh?" Ghost said, quirking a brow up, "I asked if you two are dating, Fantasma." Ghost shook his head. "No-why would we be?" He snorted, and Soap laughed. "Okay...Although, I hope you two know, that I will be teasing you now." "Aboot...?" "Dating. Because y'all act like a married couple."

"Hey-quick question-why'd'ye sound like yer from Texas or sum?" Ghost asked, and Maria gave him a deadpan stare. "...The border? I live on the fuckin' Boarder?" Maria said, quirking a brow of her own up. Ghost then put his brow back down and then raised both of them this time, "Ah..." what was he supposed to say after a lady just told you that and clearly wasn't liking you? "So-You grew up knowing how to fight, Alejandro says." "Yeah. I did..." Ghost sighed.

"Well-" "If your trying to flirt with me, i suggest you learn a few new pick up lines other than whatever the fuck your on, Ghost." Simon blinked. "Love, i assure you, I'm not takin' a shinin' t'ya." "Good. Because I'm not on the market." "Oh?" Well, she's interesting...Simon sorta was starting to like her. "So..." "So?" "...What's anotha way to say "I came inside of a woman," Pistola?" "...What?" "Loadin' tha dishwasha." And Pistola nearly laughed, but she caught herself and just choose to quirk a brow up and shut her eyes. "Funny." and Ghost smiled behind his mask-but not a nice one, oh no. An annoyed one.

"Hmm, your not laughin' though?" "Yeah-lost my ability to year ago." "Ooh...damn, thats gotta suck f'ya, Lovie." "Oh yeah, it does."

And Alejandro looked over to Maria and frowned. "Here we go..." he muttered to Rudy. Rudy shook his head before saying, "She's not a litle kid, Amigo. She can flirt if she wants-" "Not with that gringo!" "Alejandro!" "....Mhhhph, I just don't like how she won't even look at me half the time i talk to her-but this, this guy! He just shows up and it's all 'Ohh let me stare at him-let me make eye contact!' Like, Pendeja! Por favor, why do you treat him like an old friend, huh?"

and Rudy leaned into Alejandro, arm on shoulder, and said, "Jelous, Ale?" "No-why?" "...Pinche mentiroso..." "No soy!" "Si tu eres! You ranting like-" "Dont." "Si, senor..." Alejandro went back to looking at Maria, whom was still talking to ghost and Soap. He hummed again before saying, "Alright, maybe i am...just a little. Un Puco." Rudy grinned. "First step's admitting it, Alejandro." "Yo se..."

"Right-so...what do I say, Alejandro?" Maria mumbled, more to herself than anything, really. BUt the man caught it and said, "You introduce yourself, tell them your New rank, Maria, and tell them you'll be leading this squad. Okay, mi amor?" "Not your love." And Alejandro sighed softly. "You know how i mean it, Maria...right?" "Claro que si. I just-don't. Just don't, okay?" "Claro, Maria." "Grasias, Ale-" "Maria! Here you are, thought we lost ya!" "Juan Price." "Erm-it's John." "Oh, so sorry, I'm Mexican, Sir." "It's fine, it's fine." "John Price! Ey, one capitan, to another, this is the easy part." "True..."

Alejandro quirked a brow up. "You two, know each other?" "We've met, yes. Back in, what was it?" "Ahh, good ol' Brittan-the country side, right?" "Indeed," Price agreed, smiling. "By the way! How's it coming along for you?" Maria asked, Price sighed and shook his head. "Hassan's still causing problems, so what does that tell you?" "Horrid." "Worse than." "Oof, i feel for you, John." "So, when-"

"Maria, it's time," Alejandro said into her ear and she said, "Fine fine...Sorry John we'll have to catch up later. I have to meet new squad." "Steaming Jesus-right before a mission?" "It's my family curse-we're alwasy last minuet and the people around us are affected too." "Well-i'll let you go before i get affected, huh?" "Hmph, yeah, see you, Price." and Maria walked away. Alejandro stayed behind and said, "That scoff? That's her laugh...consider yourself a trusted allay to Los Vaqueros now, Price." and he clapped John on the shoulder, shook it, and then let go and jogged to catch up to Maria.

Rodolfo was there, already telling the squad a new Captain was to command them and the rest of Maria's new squad just tensed. A new Captain? Oh, Jesus, that was never good...the last one was dead, sure, but this new one? They would have to learn how to read and how to act around this new person.

Or so they thought. It was just Maria.

"Oh! The Corp finally moved up, huh?" Private Diaz asked, and Maria sighed, "Here we go..."

"WHy now, out of all times?"

"HOW DID SHE GET TO MAKE THAT BIG OF A MOVE?"

"Wow...she really just left us in the dust, sucking off Alejandro must help a fair ton."

"For real. Prolly added in a few extra rounds to ensure her new place too."

Alejandro quirked a brow up and was about to say something when Maria shouted, "IF YOU LOVE YOUR MOM'S, SHUT IT!" and everyone shut up-minus one rookie who thought she was joking around.

BANG!

"Any? Body? Else?" Maria asked, her single hand still holding her pistol sideways. The person who spoke had been shot in the leg. "No? Good...now, rule one, i ever hear you talking behind my back again, you'll end up worse than that boy there, okay? Bueno. Dos, listen to rule one." Everyone nodded.

"Maria-that wasn't legal." "And what are you going to say, huh? Nada because if you report me, you'll be asked why you didn't step in." and Rudy shut up. "Damn-she's better than I thought at this," Alejandro said, smiling proudly.

"Well...let's get this mission over with and the lines drawn, yeah?" Maria muttered, Alejandro nodded...but as he started to explain, Maria started to zone out, she didn't feel safe, and this is how she dealt with that feeling.

"Ma? ...Mama? M-...MAMA?" Maria shouted, running into her mother's room as she heard what sounded like fighting. "Mami-mami!" her little brother screamed-in pain. "Eres igual que tu papá, chico..."

"MAMA-ALTO! Whatever he did-"

"No hablo ingles a Me, nina..."

Maria just stared at her mother-not hearing anything but the high pitched ringing in her ears. She had to run-hide. After she was done with her brother-she was next. and in for worse. Maria did run-into the room. She grabbed her four year old brother and then, as fast as her legs could carry the both of them, she ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She ran to the front door, and tried to open it-locked. She unlocked it but her brother wouldn't stop fighting her movements. "You'll just make it worse, Hermana! Stop-please!" "Shhh, dont speak English, Nino! Why do you think your being beat!?" and her brother shut up and chose just to sob into her shoulder. "Poor thing...if only Dad-"

"Tu padre ya no está aquí, no estará por mucho tiempo… Ya tendré tiempo…Es hora de pensar en una mentira… Es hora de hacer que parezca un accidente..."

No-Nononono-She heard the trigger of a gun and then she heard the recoil. It didn't hit her, however. "...Alex?" "Ma...Ri...A..." was his last word and Maria snapped. Thirteen, and she snapped. She dropped her little brother and charged at the drunken woman. Her mother was skinny-she wasn't. She had been working out for the last three years in secret. She threw a punch to her mother and her mom took it harshly. She toppled over, dropping the gun. It would've been funny to Maria if she wasn't so far gone in the moment. Maria then picked up the gun and said, "I'll talk how i want-and just so you know, Dad will know...and then he'll see to it that you get what you deserve..."

"Live, Pendeja...Live knowing I only let you becuase your husband and the god you so claim to love will punish you. They'll punish you so harshly-so badly...that you wish that i killed you-that one day, when we meet again, you will Beg Me to kill you...understand me? And know, that I no longer am a fucking Rodriguez, but instead, a Sanchez-como me Papa!" Maria said, sounding ever so calmly. She then laid the gun down on her mother's chest, and left the house.

She never went back. She found her uncle, and asked to stay with him instead, and her uncle, the evil bastard said yes. So she lived with him and was trained by him for War.

"Maria-MARIA SANCHEZ! Are you listening to a word that Alejandro just said to you?" Maria blinked and muttered, "Que?" Rodolfo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Alejandro-get your damn girlfriend." Alejandro, who had been talking to one of the rookies, looked over and said, "No eres mi novia, Rudy...solo una amiga importante." And Maria groaned, "Shut it, Alejandro."

Maria walked away and muttered, "I have to stop zoning out..." Alejandro jogged after her-again. "Alejandro-" "I know what your going to say, so just don't! Instead, Escuchame!" Maria nodded, but kept walking. "So...Maria...do you, uhhm..Wanna go get something to eat after this?" Maria stopped dead. "You asking me out, Alejandro?" Alejandro sighed, "Not like-romanticly or anything! Just-you know, a couple of friends going out to eat." Maria laughed softly and said, "You know, I don't trust that...just us two-and i've never seen you outside of work...i don't know you-and you don't know me, Ale."

"I know-pero-i wanna take you out, okay? Tu eres muy linda, bonita, ermosa, and not to seem like im kissing your ass or anything but-" "Vargas. Your already kissing my ass." "Oh, shhh! Let a man talk to you for once, Maria!" Maria laughed again before nodding. "Sure, Vargas. Talk." "Grasias! Dios mio...okay, where was I?" "Oh so this was rehersed?" "In the mirror to myself." "Alejandro Vargas!" "What? Im telling you the truth!"

"Oh my god, fine! I'll go out with you-but no where cheap! Make an impression if you want this chica to stay around. Dont ask or tell me where, just take me. Okay?" and she winked.

Alejandro felt like he had been shot through the heart again-but this time...by cupid's bow.

[mactavishwritings]

Mi Amor part 2

Alejandro x CIA!reader code name Serpent

smut <3

Working together may be easier than the two of you thought.

tw: weapons, violence, smut, poorly translated spanish

smut contains: praise, use of sir, soft sex, female receiving oral, slight dacryphilla, overstimuation, unprotected sex, biting <3

i have fallen for this man <3 also i don't proof read shit

part one

Alejandro's eyes followed you across the room. You had been given a change of clothes by one of your teammates and now you looked like a soldier. Alejandro watched the way your eyes flicked through the screen, taking in the information on the Turnswell empire. "You never did answer my question. How'd you kill the kid?" Alejandro asked you.

"Hairpin. Easy to sneak in." You answered, not even looking in his direction. Soap's eyes went wide and looked towards Alejandro, who gave him the same look back.

"With her, you learn to expect it." Zero, your teammate, giggled at the two boys. "We pulled everything we could off the phone. From what we can see, they are meeting in Norway." You said, turning towards the rest of the group.

You looked up and made eye contact with Alejandro. "Let's go get him then, si?" Your words were laced with a sickly sweet that shook Alejandro to his core. It warmed him, made his insides twist. Your lashes were thick and your eyes were piercing. "Si, hermosa."

-

You tagged along to Norway with the 141, dressed this time in tactical gear. While your main skill was undercover work, you still were trained in tactical and field work. You all were in the plane, waiting around to rest the drop site. You were sitting next to Alejandro, his legs were spread enough for your knees to touch. Your head was tilted back, sighing deepily.

Alejandro was reading a small book he always kept with him for longer rides. "ETA 5. Suit up." Price called out to you all, causing you all to start to gear up. Alejandro watched you put your parachute on. "C'mere. Let me check your chute." Alejandro said and you turned your back so he could examine your chute. He pulled on each strap, making sure it was all tightly secure and nothing was tangled. "Let me check yours."

Your hands were small compared to his. Your hands pulled and tugged at his chute. "Secure." You smiled, pulling tightly on the last strap. You all lined up to jump and soon, the plane door open. You felt a warm hand on your shoulder and you turned your head slightly to see it was Alejandro. "Go!" Price shouted and you all jumped one at a time.

Your feet touched the ground and you let out a soft grunt, releasing the chute from your gear. You all split off into pairs and you and Alejandro ended up together. You held your gun and you felt Alejandro's warm hand back on your shoulder, letting you know he was watching your back.

You all starting making your way towards the warehouse that was described on Alex Turnswell's phone. There were a few goons around the towns so you two made quick work of taking down. Alejandro grabbed your waist and pulled you to the side when one came from inside of a building, preventing the goon from shooting you.

"Thanks." You moved a stray piece of hair from your face. "Anytime. Now let's keep moving." You nodded at him before you two moved again. You worked like a machine, taking down men left and right. You soon reached the the warehouse and saw Soap and Ghost across the way.

You two nodded at them and the other two men jumped onto the guards out front. You and Alejandro moved into the building, killing the few guards that guarded the entrance. Alejandro kept a protective eye on you, grabbing the back of your vest to move you from the line of fire.

"Move!" Alejandro shouted and you ran forward towards the main control room. Alejandro ran behind you, focusing on killing the guards. Once you reached the control room, you used all the momentum to kick the door open. You both turned your guns on Michaek Turnswell, the head of the Turnswell mafia. The man had a gun in his hand that was trained on you. Before either of you could react, Michaek shot at you.

Alejandro shot Michaek three times before turning to you. "Serpent!" Alejandro knelt down and you coughed, "I'm fine. He hit my vest. It's gonna leave a huge bruise." Alejandro helped you up, bringing you close to his chest. He looked you over, arm wrapped around you middle.

"Price. Teller. Turnswell is K.I.A." Alejandro spoke into his comms and you were struggling to take breaths. "Need medic. Serpent hit, not bleeding, but I think she may hurt herself." You rolled your eyes and opened your comms. "I'm fine. Just hurts to breath. I'll be okay."

-

His eyes followed your movements as crossed the room. Your hips swayed as you walked up to the bar to order more drinks. You had every eyes on you at the moment and you knew it. You wore a pair of tight fitting blue jeans and a sage green shirt that was tucked into your jeans. Alejandro's brows drew together tightly as he watched you turn your head over your shoulder to send a wink his way.

"If you continue to stew like this, you're gonna break that bottle." Alejandro heard Price say. He shook his head and sipped the last of the beer. Alejandro watched you grab the two bottles you had ordered. You turned and your eyes focused back onto Alejandro, a hungry look in your eye. "Enjoy whatever this is." Price slapped Alejandro's shoulder before wandering off to find the rest of the team.

Your eyes landed on Alejandro, feeling like he was the only person in the bar; in the whole world. You took each step, feeling your body light up with a fire deep inside you. Each foot landed in front of the other, exaggerating the sway of your hips. You reached the table and placed his beer down in front of him.

"Hello soldier. Just wanted to say thank you for saving me earlier." You smiled, sliding into the booth. You fit into his side, resting your hand on his chest. "You have every man drooling in here, mi muñeca." Alejandro's voice was almost a growl, his arm wrapping around you in a possessive manner.

"You say as if it bothers you." You leaned closer to Alejandro, wrapping your finger around the chain Alejandro was wearing. You used his chain to lightly tug the man closer. "Would it turn you on if it did?" His accent got thicker and his head tilted towards your neck.

Your eyes fluttered and you grabbed your drink before taking a sip. "I saw you that night. The first night. In that dress. Dios mío. Almost took you myself." Alejandro whispered into your ear and you shuttered. You felt Alejandro's hand squeeze your thigh lightly. You looked up at Alejandro and batted your thick lashed at him.

"Wish you had." You whimpered into his ear, feeding his dominance. Alejandro leaned back into the booth and grabbed the beer bottle. His eyes stayed on you as he drank the alcohol. You watched, leaning against his outstretched arm. His unoccupied hand raked through your hair.

Your eyes closed, humming happily. Alejandro smiled as he drank his beer, not wanting it to go to waste. "Promise me you don't want this only because you are drunk, mi amor. Promise me you want this sober." He kissed your hairline a few times and your eyes opened. "Yes sir. I promise it's all I've been thinking about."

Alejandro's chest was lit on fire, feeling everything in his brain shut off. "If you keep calling me that, you'll be stuffed full of cum." Alejandro raised his eyebrow at you and you blushed deeply.

"What if that's what I want...Sir." Alejandro chuckled as you tested the phrase. "Very good, bonita." He watched your eyes light up with the praise. He smiled and felt your thighs clench together. "Now, be a buena niña and finish your drink. Then we can get out of here."

-

He pulled you into his hotel room, hands on your ass. "C'mere." He growled and you threw your arms around his neck. Your lips slammed together as he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he carried you towards the bed. Your tongues explored each others mouths as he lowered you softly onto the bed.

One of his hands rested above your head while the other gripped your hip. He rolled his hips against yours and let out a whine that made Alejandro go feral. He pulled away from the kiss and watched you chase his lips.

"You look so pretty like this." Alejandro smirked as he sat up. Your pupils were blown out and your lips were covered in spit. Your hair was messy and your shirt was untucked from your pants. Your eyes were focused on Alejandro and his movements.

"Sir.." You whimpered and reached up for him. He gently took your wrist in his hand before grabbing your other hand. He placed your hands above your head and locked eyes with you. "Keep your hands here for me. No restraints. Not this time." He winked.

You nodded your head and Alejandro's hands ran down your body. He pushed your shirt and bra off you and threw it off somewhere in the room. He dragged his fingers down your chest and tweaked your nipple, causing you to arch your back.

He dragged his fingers down until he reached your jeans. He played with your waistband, teasing you. It was torturing you. "Please touch me!" You begged, needing something.

"Oh bonita. I'll give you want you want." Alejandro leaned down and kissed your stomach. He unbuttoned your pants, making quick work to strip you of them. "Now look at you. Wear this for me?" He asked, referring to the black pair of panties you had been wearing.

You blushed and nodded. "Wanted to be bonita." You gasped as Alejandro's fingers brushed your core. "You are. You're my angel. Let me treat you like one." Alejandro leaned up and kissed you sweetly. You watched him kiss down your chest until he reached your panties. He knelt down and kissed your core over your panties.

"So sweet. I bet you taste so good." Alejandro lifted your panties and moved them to the side. The cold air shook you and he licked a strip up your center. You moaned loudly, still feeling a little tipsy. Alejandro's eyes shot up at your reaction before focusing back down on your cunt.

His tongue moved fast and he worked two fingers into your hole as well. Ever fiber of your being fought to keep your hands held above your head, but it was hard. You wanted to badly to touch him, to feel him. You wanted to hear him sing your praises more and that's what drove you to remain steady.

"Fuck! Sir please!" You moaned as you arched your back off the bed. Alejandro pushed your hips back down and sucked harder on your clit. You could feel every movement of his fingers deep in your opening, stretching you out. You felt every flick of his tongue, bring you closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs started to shake the closer you got and Alejandro could feel it in the way that your hole clenched around his fingers.

He pulled away briefly to look up at you. "Cum for me, mi amor." Your eyes screwed shut as his fingers curled upwards and found your spongey center and his lips formed a seal around your clit. You cried out and your body shook violently.

Alejandro coaxed you down from the orgasm with a soft smile. "Good girl. Did so good for me." He praised and leaned back over you. "Let me touch you. Please. Need it." You whined loudly, brain still foggy from the high. Alejandro's proud smile remand on his face as he stripped himself of his clothing. "Okay, buena niña, you have my permission."

Your hands moved fast to touch his chest and stomach. Feeling every inch of skin that was unveil by him stripping himself of clothing. You reached down to fumble with his belt. "No, mi amor. This is about you to night. I will have my way with you another time." He reassured you, pushing his pants off. You let your body fall back and Alejandro stripped himself of his last layer.

You took in his image with that same hungry look in your eyes from before. He watched the way your eyes trailed up and down his body, a desperate want deep in your eyes. "I got you, let yourself go for me." He leaned down, hand guiding your leg to wrap around his middle. You nodded, letting your jaw loosen.

"After this, you are mine and mine alone. Do you understand me, mi amor? Mi belleza." Alejandro's hand came down to caress your cheek and your eyes fluttered shut. "Belleza. I need to know you understand. Words please." He reminded you and you nodded, lips parting. "Yours Sir. Don't want to belong to anyone else." Your words held a warm, deep meaning that shook Alejandro deep to his core. He kissed your head as he slowly pushed himself into your opening.

You gasped and your body shook at the stretch. Your eyes filled with tears as Alejandro rested his forehead against your own. You could feel a dull burning sensation as he pushed his cock all the way in, lightly kissing your cervix. "You're so tight for me." He grunted, trying his best to not pound into you right then and there. He looked to you for permission to move and you forced your body to relax before giving him the nod.

You whined as he pulled himself back, but soon found yourself crying out as he snapped his hips forward. Your nails dug deep into the man's back, his name becoming almost a religious chant as his pace became damn near unbearable. Alejandro kept your leg wrapped tightly around his middle and made sure to maintain eye contain with you as he dropped his unoccupied hand down to play with you lonely clit.

"FUCK~ Please sir!~ can't take much more!" Your tears spilled down your face as the pleasure became too much, you second orgasm threatening to explode at any second. "So pretty when you cry. Who makes you feel this good? Who pleasures you so good that you cry?" Alejandro pounded into you faster, certainly leaving bruises on your thighs and hips. "You! You sir! Please I wanna cum!" You arched you back, driving yourself further down on Alejandro's cock and he moaned, feeling you clench around him.

"Do it then, mi amor. Show me how good I make you feel." He growled in your ear and your vision went white, teeth sinking into Alejandro's shoulder. Feeling you cum around him was enough to send him over his edge. He felt himself empty his load deep in you and your cunt squeeze him more. He moaned lowly and caught his breath, kissing your temple a few times.

When your head cleared, you felt empty. Alejandro must've pulled out and got off you. You let out a whine before your brain could catch up and you heard a chuckle. " 'm right here, darling. Come. I want to get you cleaned up." Your head turned to find Alejandro standing with his boxers back on. You reached out for him and he picked you up, carrying you off to the bathroom. He helped you into the shower and got you all cleaned off from the day and your activities.

He seemed to get distracted by the bruise on your chest. It was not caused by him however; it was caused by Michaek. "I should've seen the gun. I should've protected you." He sighed, angry at himself. You wrapped your wet arms around him and shook you head. "There's no way you would've know. Plus, I'm fine. It's only a bruise." You caught his eyes and you smiled. "It could've been worse if you weren't wearing your vest. You're mine and I need to protect you." He whispered. It wasn't an angry statement; it was desperate.

He sounded like he really meant it. "Oh Alejandro." You placed a kiss on his cheek. "You know I can protect myself." You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest. "I am well aware of you capabilities, Miss (Y/N). Just let me watch out for you. I need you to be okay." He kissed your nose and you rolled your eyes.

"Why? So we can continue to fuck?" You felt slightly embarrassed for a strange reason. You knew that he didn't mean that you were his in any other sense than sexually, so why did you feel that he did? "No, so I can take you out on a real date. So maybe we can turn this," he gestured between the two of you, "can become a real thing."

You blush furiously before nodding. "I would like that. A lot." Alejandro took you chin in his fingers. "I'm glad to hear that, because I would've perused you until you said yes." He leaned down and captured your lips with his, your eyes closing and your heart beating a million times a second.

~

oooo maybe a part three with actual angst? an actual injury or maybe a fight? we'll see!

[trash-sidhe]

So I submitted zayla to the @smallartistocbracket

So here's some stuff Abt her

Also to see more of her world view this post in my block and click "momento morri cc" in the tags

So this is zayla

She's a drackni from lightval which is a country that takes up half of the planet draglorian

As you can see it's a bit desolate

That's because it's been embroiled in a planet wide war for hundreds of years it's a whole thing

Anyways she used to live in a small farming town with her sister dragwaya and her mum before dragwaya got drafted and had to leave

So then a few years later when she was old enough zayla signed up intending to follow her sister because she's heard stories that for the most part family are put in the same troop as eachother even if they signed up in different years so she went through training and found she was a bit of a pyromaniac who liked explosives alot and was very good at learning to handle them

And she got put in the same troop as her sister not far from the front lines where she was their best sniper

In training she also met her best friend Jacob who's a melee expert

They're inseparable best friends (never a ship they're both gay eheh)

Also this is her gun

It's blocky and fits together at the obvious seams and shoots electric magic crystal charges instead of gunpowder bullets

After getting reunited with her sister and getting sent out to work her magic (explosives) she meets a drackni from shadia on the other side

A rare mage or magic user named toast

They dance around eachother for a while before dragwaya meets another important character and decide to make a rebellion to end the war and toast ends up helping them and eventually getting together with zayla

There's a lot more to her story and this only is the explanation of zayla's side of the beginning and you can see some of that in the tag and on the doc linked here with some music for each character's story and personality

Anyways zayla is very Blorbo and should win small artist ocs because she's very cool and neurodivergent

Here's more doodles of her

Upside down dork

[sarandipitywrites]

Seven Snippets, Seven People Tag

thanks for the tag, @talesofsorrowandofruin! check out her snippets here.

no pressure tags for @authoralexharvey, @thesorcerersapprentice, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @lordfenric-writes, @aziz-reads, @space-writes, @nettleandthorne, and an open tag to anyone else interested :)

i'll pull from my current WIP, The Art of Empty Space for this one:

1)

"Lienzo. Child." Aaro squinted at him, her brown, age-frosted eyes gentle in the warm light. "If things are this bad for you, let me help. We're family. You can trust me. You can trust your cousins." No. Nothing in this world was free. He'd learned that a long time ago. Even if the cost didn't come today— "I understand if you don't want them. The merchants are coming through tomorrow; Dob Millen will be there. He'll buy anything. I'm sure—" "Dob Milen is a crook. He won't give you even half of what these are worth." "His metal melts down all the same." Aaro flinched. Her hand tensed behind the payment tray as though she might fling it at him. Lienzo breathed, forced himself to hold it, and let it out again. Aaro wanted to help. She did. Just because she didn't understand why handouts weren't helpful— "If you want to help me," he said, his voice shaking with forced calm, "you will buy the last things I have of any value." His tongue flicked out, wet his lips. Don't say it. Don't say it. Whatever he did, he couldn't— "We're family. Right?" Aaro's shoulders slumped. She dragged her hand over her face. When she looked at him again, her eyes were older than the gnarled wood of her countertop. Lienzo had won. Bile rose in his throat, burned the backs of his eyes. He'd won, and he was the foulest piece of shit to ever walk the planet.

2)

"Hey now, this healer was the genuine article. People called this one a miracle worker — cure the uncurable, and all." Lienzo snorted. Not Okara's 'miracle healer' again. "And who told you that? The corpses they found outside Iskin Forest? No one's been to the city in years." Okara flapped its hand at him, the other stirring the mash in the filter. "Those corpses just weren't determined enough." "Oh, yes. Determination. That's what'll get you into the city. And I suppose determination is what will get the Crown to finally open the gates and realize the entire southern province has been annexed, as well?" "You say that like he doesn't already know." "You think he knows, and is doing nothing? For no reason?" "Oh, there's a reason." "Can't wait to hear this one..." Okara glanced out the front window. It pulled a packet of rolling papers and a jar of greenery from under the counter. When it popped the cork from the jar, a heady aroma — earthy, sweet, and vaguely pungent — filled the air. "Our good Crown Demetrios sold Kallixten to the highest bidder."

3)

He'd written it off as an unseasonable chill, the first time. He'd tugged at the sleeves of his tunic, tried to pull the cloth over his hands. Then he was pressing himself down into Big Sis's neck, squeezing her just a bit tighter with his knees, trying to leech whatever warmth he could through the saddle. When Iskin Forest came into view, his breath rose in clouds before his face. He pulled his thin scarf tighter around his neck and dismounted. Reins in hand, he started towards the tree line. Sis balked and chirred. She pawed at the dirt, leaving deep brown gashes in the frozen ground. "What's the matter?" He stroked the side of her beak, smoothed over his own ruffled nerves. "They're only trees. I know you've never seen so many before, but there's no reason to be afraid." He went out to the end of the reins, tried to gently coax Sis into the forest after him. His foot sank down on icy needles. Lienzo yelped and jumped back. He hopped on one foot, batting at the frozen white— He blinked. Snow. The thin soles of his shoes, the ground at the tree line, and into the forest as far as he could see. All covered in snow. "The fuck?" His words came out as a strangled, resonating whisper in the frosty silence. Sis trilled and nipped at the hem of his sleeve. Mechanically, he reached into the saddlebag and pulled out her seed pouch. He fumbled it, bringing it up with too much force. It was so much lighter than it'd been, even the previous morning. He pulled the drawstring open and held the pouch out to Sis. She promptly buried her head in the cloth and pecked at the seeds. Lienzo squinted into the trees. Gray clouds hung low and pendulous over the forest, sheltering it from all but the most filtered sunlight. Even in the glare of the setting sun, all but the closest trees appeared as mere suggestions of a forest — faded gray pillars in a sea of black. An avaricious Crown. A corrupt Artist. A terrible price. Nonsense from the mouth of a conspiracy theorist with a half-smoked spliff hanging from its lips. But that'd been two days ago, when he'd known that it didn't snow after the first harvest. That it never snowed in a perfect radius around a single city.

4)

The sun's fingers retreated over the wall. Even without it, the snow on the ground and rooftops seemed almost to shimmer in the moonlight. Even the snow that continued to fall in fat, wet flakes glittered in the air. Sis's head shot up. She trilled. She was right. The snow was shining, but not with moonlight. One by one, in a radius that started at the plaza and bled out to the streets extending from it like shoots from a vine, the streetlamps blinked to life. Pale blue eldritch light flickered in the lamps' glass cages. It glimmered off the falling snow, turning dusky twilight to fog-painted morning in moments. Then came the flame. A lick of turquoise fire rose from the street. It twisted and undulated like seaweed in the surf, growing until its height reached Lienzo's shoulder. Then it calmed and began to change. It morphed from a shapeless candle flame to something eerily humanoid, with legs, trunk, and head. It turned its head — its face tapered like an acorn, with a small nose and wavy hair that billowed around its shoulders — and fixed him with its gaze. Bright, glowing white where its eyes would be. "You're a new face."

5)

"Alright," he muttered, "if I were a monster hunter, where would I go?" He headed back for the stairs. Clack. Clack. Clack. Every muscle in his body tensed. Lienzo dropped into a crouch, snuffed his candle. He peered between the balusters to the room below. A large, shadowy shape moved across the room. Each step echoed through the room, up to the second floor, jabbed at Lienzo's nerves. Clack. Clack. Taller than a man. A stride longer than a wolf's. The shape disappeared through a shadowed doorway. Lienzo stayed still. Beyond the stained glass wall, the wind moaned its lonesome dirge. Then he moved. Leaving his candle behind, he scrambled to his feet, darted down the landing, past the infirmary. He needed to get out of the open, he needed walls around him, proper hallways, not this open space where the beast could look up at any moment and see— He passed from the upper foyer into a hallway. The solid walls around him pressed in like a heavy blanket. He sighed, allowed himself to straighten as he continued down the hall. So the beast was large; it walked upright; digitigrade, he'd guess, although he'd need to see its paws closer up, or at least its tracks to— Stop. That wasn't important. He needed to know what it could do, how strong it was, how many villagers he would need to take it down with minimal injury to his people. Whether or not it walked on its toes was inconsequential. Only one thing mattered: Lienzo could never fight something like that one-on-one. Even with a proper sword, a creature like that could snap him in two.

6)

Clack. Clack. Clack. Lienzo jolted. He knocked into a paperweight, sending an entire stack of notes to the floor. He cursed under his breath. His eyes darted from the mess to the doorway. He moved deeper into the library, wove between the stacks. With several shelves between him and the door, he pressed himself up against the books. The dry, slightly sweet smell of aged pages filled his nose. The clacking came closer, stopped. The rugs muffled the monster's footsteps. A rustling of papers. A sigh. For several long minutes, Lienzo hardly dared to breathe. He stayed against his bookshelf. The rustling continued. From the shelf across from him, Syl Staples' name stared back at him. 'Memory and Other Ghosts.' Maybe it was a first run. After untold time, the rustling stopped. Clack. Clack. Clack. Fading, this time. Echoing as it went down the short hallway, back to the foyer. Lienzo emptied his lungs, head spinning. He peeled himself from the shelf. His shirt clung to his back, cold and clammy. Close. That had been too close. He shook his head at himself as he emerged from the stacks. He needed to keep a better eye out, or else... He blinked down at the floor. It was clean. The papers he'd knocked from the desk were back where he'd found them, in a neat (if not very organized) pile. The brass pyramid paperweight sat in the precise center of the stack. The beast had come in and...? Lienzo darted from the room. He went back through the halls, retracing his steps, following the lit sconces all the way back to the entrance hall. The candles still burned on the receiving table. The note was back under the candelabra's foot. Lienzo's breath stuttered. His tongue thickened in his throat. He drew his hand down his face. He'd been looking for a stranger and running from a beast. But he'd been chasing in circles. An untethered. A practitioner of the Old Way. Gerania had called it a beast, but it was nothing so base. In every story he'd ever heard, the untethered was the villain. Frequently malevolent, but never mindless. Lienzo wasn't the one in control, here. He hadn't been, from the start.

7)

Scales flashed in the moonlight. Lienzo yelped and dove. He rolled forward. Snow slipped down his shirt, nipped at his skin. He staggered to his knees, brought his sword up. Teeth, each as long as his thumb, clamped around his blade. He twisted, got free, darted away from another attack. This was okay. This was fine. He was faster than them. All he had to do was keep moving the way Sis had gone. Once he was out of the forest, everything would be fine. They wouldn't chase him. They wouldn't chase him because these weren't normal animals and this wasn't about food, this was about something else, something old and wild and he'd really thought there were more of them than— A growl behind him. He stumbled froward, back into the circle. The creature in front of him backed away, let him in. The others stayed in their circled around them. Eyes steady, unblinking. Heat licked across Lienzo's brain. They were toying with him. They weren't even trying. They knew he was trapped. They knew he could only resist so long, would eventually collapse and then— Lienzo roared, brought his sword down in an arc. Dark blood spattered the snow. The creature blinked. Blood pooled in the corner of its eye, ran down its muzzle. Snow crunched under Lienzo's back. Talons pricked his arms through his sleeves. Hot, fetid breath fanned across his face. Blood dripped onto his cheek, into his mouth. Iron. Heat. Fury. The monster roared. Spittle flecked Lienzo's face. His eyes slipped shut. This was it, then. He might have gotten away, might have let the monsters play their game until he figured out an escape. But he hadn't. He'd answered an insult with a fist, as he always did, and now this was it. It was alright. Sis knew the way home. She'd get home, and then— Wind brushed over his face. The world beyond his eyelids fell into shadow. Warm. Rumbling. He opened his eyes to heaving white and billowing violet. The beast loomed over him, its white cotton shirt a hand's breadth from Lienzo's face. Its tail lashed behind it, spraying clouds of snow into the air. It surveyed the monsters around them. The snow under its paws crunched with its shifting weight. Lienzo rolled onto his stomach, peered out from his living shelter. The creatures were still there, still in their circle. One of them — the one that had pinned him mere moments ago — lay on its side in a puddle of bloodstained white.

[iwasbored777]

Never have I ever thought I'd put Lila's quotes affectionate in "leave Marinette alone challenge" tag but here I am. Also not y'all complaining she isn't a believable liar then posting "omg she's getting a redemption arc" after one line lol 😭😭😭😭😭 the hypocrisy

[supernaturalgirl20]

Hidden Desire

Pairings: Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, domestic violence, angst, family feuds, mutual pining, jealousy.

Summary: Forced into a marriage you did not want, your sentenced to a life of loneliness. What happens when you meet your husband’s handsome brother?

A/N: so this is another AU and is loosely based of the true story of Belvedere house(Ireland). I went for a walk along it’s grounds and got inspired. Also no helmets in this.

You’d been married to Paz for a year now and to say it was the worst year of your life was an understatement. You hadn’t wanted this marriage, but Paz was an Earl and your father had made an arrangement with his family. He was from an important mandalorian house and they we’re wealthy. Upon your marriage he’d brought you to his stately home. You were blown away by its beauty. It sat on acres of land, had I a huge forest and had its own lake. This was where the beauty stopped. Paz was cordially first and you had thought that perhaps if given time you both could learn to love one another, but that was not the case. Weeks into your marriage he became adamant that you produce an heir. Family he had told you,was sacred to the mandalorian culture. Weeks then months past and you were not with child. He became furious and began blaming you, and with each month passing when another period came he began to hit you and it only got worse. Your whole body was covered in bruises, you had prayed to whatever god was out there that you became pregnant to end his violence. But it never happened. A year on and Paz has now given up on you and has taken to visiting his other estates more frequently leaving you alone with just the maids. It was during on of these trips away that you had met HIM!

***

He has come to visit Paz, having been away bounty hunting. You were shocked he decided to stay when he was informed Paz was not there. Each night he would have dinner with you and after you would both walk along the forest path, discussing literature, politics, art, anything that came to mind. He told you his name was Din Djarin and that Paz’s parents had adopted him when he was very young. A debt he could never repay. It was on these night you had developed feelings for him. It began with stealing glance at one another to the soft brush of hands when you we’re near. Things had shifted dramatically one evening when you both stood at the edge of the lake, the moon shining bright. You stood staring up at the sky and you were illuminated but the light of the moon looking ethereal. He couldn’t take it anymore he had to have you. Walking up to you he put his hands around your waist turning you to face him. “What are doing Din?”. His eyes lingered on your lips and before you could say anything else he crashed his to yours. He kissed you like a man dying of thirst, and you his only source of water. He pulled back a little and rested his head against yours. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t pretend I don’t love you when your all I can think about.” Your stunned by his admission but the joy it brings to your heart out ways all else. “I love you too Din. I wish it was you I had been married off to.” Upon hearing that Din walked you backwards towards the big oak tree. When your back hits it,he lifts up the skirt of your dress and runs his thin along your folds. “So wet for me already Mesh’la.” “Yes always wet for you Din”. He kisses you again unbuttoning his trousers in the process and lifts one of your legs around his waist. He lines himself at your wet core “are you sure you want this, want me Mesh’la?” “Yes yes…please Din I want you to fuck me.” With that he thrusts up into you and you let out a loud moan. He is huge, and the stretch of him hurts just a little, but you feel every ridge of his cock pumping into you and you love it. “I knew…thrust…that this…thrust…pussy…thrust..would be…tight. You take me so well. This…thrust…pussy..thrust…was made for me.” With that you feel the pleasure coursing through you and you can’t hold back anymore you scream his name into the night. “Oh god yes…Din…yes.” Your cunt clenches around him and it sends him over the edge. “Where, where do you want me?” “Inside, come inside.” With that his seed coats your womb. He rests his head on your shoulder. When he looks up he cups your face in his hands. “I do love you”. “And I you.”

***

From that night you spent most of your time in bed where he had you on every surface of the room. You both did not try to hide your growing relationship from the maids, who would they tell, Paz was never home. You began imagining a life with Din, away from this place, where you spend the rest of your days together. You had explained to him that you could probably not have children given Paz’s fruitless efforts, but this did not stop him from wanting to fill you up every time hoping it would take root. On this particular day you had been in the gardens playing with some of your nieces when he spotted you dancing with the youngest. He imagined you doing that with your child, his child, and he felt his cock grow hard at the thought. That night after dinner he was extra touchy and you had no sooner entered the bedroom when he pinned you to the bed. He wastes no time tonight, quickly stripping you both of your clothes. “On you knees Mesh’la.” You did what he asked and before you could think he was deep inside you. His thrusts were relentless as he pounded into you from behind. He grabbed your hair as to pull you towards him. He grabbed your breast roughly, kneading it. “You look so pretty like this, all cock dumb for me. Tell me who you belong too?” “You…only you.” “That’s right your mine. And I’m going to fuck my seed into you until it takes.” “Oh god yes…fuck Din, please give me a baby.” With one last thrust his seed spurts into your cunt. He pulls out slowly and you groan at the loss. You both collapse onto the bed and he pulls you into him. He runs his hand up and down your spine. You feel..happy. Your suddenly brought out of your daze when the door to the room bursts open. “What the fuck are you doing with my wife?”. Din gets out of bed, puts on his clothes and tries to calm his brother. “Paz please, brother, you do not love her, you fuck any whore you can, but I love her. You can both divorce and that’s the end of it.” “How dare you come into my home, fuck my wife and think I will let you get away with this, and you.” He turns toward you now, furious “you are nothing but a cheap whore, fucking the first man that comes into my home, you couldn’t even do your wifely duty and give me a child.” He is beyond angry now and he makes to pull you from the bed not caring that you are naked. He grabs you by the hair and pulls you along the halls. Din is trying to get you free but his brother is strong normally, but even more so when he is angry. “Paz stop, your hurting her, let her go.” “ oh no she’s going no where ever again.” Din is nervous now what did he mean by that. He tries to grab you again but to no avail. Paz brings you up to the attic. He throws you in and locks the door. “Now she can spend the rest of her days locked away. If I can’t have her no one can.” “ you can’t do this, I won’t let you.” “Oh and what are you going to do huh, last I checked I was the head of this household, what I say goes.” Din could feel the anger in his veins but he left, leaving you, the love of his life locked away like some criminal. He would not let this happen to you he needed help.

***

Weeks passed and you lost hope of ever seeing Din again. You had been given clothes and scrapes of food. Your were being held captive in your own home. You began to feel sick and after the sixth day you mentioned it to one of the maids. Paz allowed a doctor to visit you. It turns out you are 8 weeks pregnant. Your shocked, having believed your were barren. A maid comes in and tells you she can get word to Din and so agree. If Paz finds out about this he will kill you. Din is planning an attack on his brothers home to free you when the maid comes to find him. “Mr. Djarin, em excuse me sir, but I have news of Ms. Y/N.” “Y/N, is she ok has he hurt her?” “No he is not currently home sir, she has been ill of late and Paz allowed us to call for a doctor.” He walks up to her and puts his hands on her shoulders almost shaking her “what is it girl, spit it out.” “She is pregnant sir, 8 weeks I believe.” “Pregnant!” He is speechless sinking into a nearby chair. Cara stands and comes over to him.We have to move now Din, if Paz finds out his wife, who could not bare him a child,is now pregnant from his brother, she is dead.” With that Din stands “ok we go tonight.” You are asleep when you hear keys rattling at your door, suddenly Paz bursts in and storms towards you. “Your fucking pregnant?” He is fuming and grabs you by the hair. He grabs a knife and places it along your throat “ I should have done this in the beginning”. “Don’t you ducking touch a hair on her head.” Paz turns around quickly to see Din standing in the door way blaster pointed at him. “Come to rescue your little whore have you, sis you know she is carrying your child, of course you would get her pregnant, you were always better at everything.” “Put the knife down Paz, you don’t have to do this.” “Oh but I do, you see my reputation is at stake.” “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that, now.” Paz turns to see who Din is talking to buts it’s too late Cara shoots him in the head with her blaster. You fall to the floor trembling and Din moves towards you. “Your ok now Mesh’la, I’ve got you, I’ve got you both.”

Tagging:

@asta-lily, @lunaserenade, @librariantothejedi , @maievdenoir , @seasonschange-butpeopledont , @elinedjarin , @day-off-inkyoto, @danniburgh @absurdthirst

[sofreddie]

Scent From Above 5

Summary: Jensen finally gets what he wants.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan Reader

ABO BINGO: Marking

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Heat, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Mating, Knotting, Claiming/Marking, Breeding Kink), Dirty Talk

Word Count: 1,633

A/N: So this was only supposed to be five parts. But uh…there ended up being a double-dosing of smut (you're welcome). It also allowed me to squeeze in another @spnabobingo square - Marking - which, duh 🙄, why didn't I think of that before?! Anyway, so there will now be one additional part which will finish up the whole story.

PART 4

"Yours, Alpha," she breathed out, holding his gaze, letting him know she was ready, her skin electrified from his touch, her core throbbing for his attention.

"Yours," he responded, before diving in for an all-consuming kiss.

He guided her back until her calves hit the bed and she plopped down in a seated position. She looked up at him, stood before her in all his glory before her eyes traveled to the engorged cock that stood erect before her. She subconsciously licked her lips. Jensen chuckled as he wrapped one hand tightly around the base.

"You wanna suck my cock, pretty Omega?" he chuckled darkly, brushing the hair tenderly out of her face before tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, "Open up," he commanded as he brought the tip to her lips.

She willingly obeyed, letting her Omega instincts take charge and placing her trust in Jensen. She opened her mouth and he slowly fed her his length until he was hitting the back of her throat. She hummed happily, hollowing her cheeks. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he began pumping his hips along with her bobbing.

He was so wound up, and she was so fucking eager. He was so close to coming. He pulled her off of him with a pop and she immediately pouted.

"I wanted your cum," she whined.

"You'll get it," he promised, moving her up the bed to lay on the pillows. He kissed up her thighs, his hands framing her mound, "Gonna fill this sweet, little pussy, Omega," he took a deep breath of her scent and she blushed, enthralled and slightly embarrassed, "Claim you inside and out."

His tongue peeked out to taste her and she lost all coherent thought. He swirled his tongue around her nub, before flicking over it just once. He dragged his tongue down through her folds with a groan before diving deep inside her. He twisted his tongue, feeling her walls and tasting her slick. It was like her scent but concentrated. With fingers and tongue and unmatched enthusiasm, Jensen quickly brought her over the edge, wringing every bit of pleasure he could from her body as she thrashed and moaned.

While she caught her breath he crawled up her body, leaving warm, wet kisses in his wake and readorning her with his hickeys and love bites. When he reached her neck he settled his body against hers with a sigh.

He breathed deeply of her again. He dreamt of her scent. He clung to her shirt, desperately trying to wring every bit of scent he could from it. He nearly found himself in tears as its loss, affecting him in ways he'd never imagined.

He pulled back and focused his eyes on hers. She smiled warmly at him, her hands caressing him, her fingertips dipping into curves and lines with a worshipful touch.

He shifted his hips, dragging his cock along her folds before catching at her entrance. He locked eyes with her once more, cupping her face as he slowly slid home. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp as he filled her.

She missed the feel of him inside her. She had played their weekend together over and over again in her mind. But her memories had let her down because he felt even more incredible than before, she was sure of it.

"So good," he moaned, gently kissing her neck where his hickey once lay. His favorite spot. His chosen spot, since that first night. He moved slow, their eyes locked as they simply felt and reconnected.

He wanted to take his time, to draw out every moment of their coupling. But she was still weak, her body desperate. He wanted to be a good Alpha and take care of her. She whined, clinging to him, needing more.

"I got you, Baby," he pecked her lips, turning her to her stomach and lifting her hips. She quickly and eagerly moved into presentation. He groaned at the sight, before hearing her whimper once more. The same heartbreaking sound she had made when he found her on the floor.

"I got you, Omega," he soothed her again as he took up his place behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her spine, before adjusting his hips and sliding home in one, smooth stroke.

She submitted to him completely and the Alpha rewarded her with the harsh and dominating pace her body craved. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands planted firmly on her hips, keeping her in place and giving him leverage.

He groaned as he looked down where they connected, seeing his shaft glistening from her slick. Her pussy clutched at him hungrily, sucking him in deeper on every thrust.

"Jay, please," she begged, almost sobbing, "Please, want your knot, want your claim."

He snarled and fucker her harder, "What was that Omega?"

"Alpha!" she corrected herself, so close to the edge, "Alpha please."

Jensen brushed her hair away from her neck, licking over his chosen spot.

"Gonna claim you," he gave a final warning, "Gonna breed you Omega."

She gasped and moaned as her climax crashed over her, his words as impactful as his brutal mating. As her walls clenched tight around his throbbing shaft, he bit hard into her neck. His knot swelled rapidly, locking them tightly together as his cum flooded her womb.

He bit down harder, his hips still erratically thrusting as he rode out the waves. He was lightheaded and swimming with euphoria as he finally fulfilled the bond his body was craving.

They both slumped forward onto the bed, Jensen's body covering hers like a blanket, but she clearly didn't mind. She was practically purring beneath him as he carefully cleaned his mark, lapping at the wounds. He was attentive, careful, and thorough.

By the time he was satisfied with his work, she had fallen asleep. He chuckled, before rolling them on their sides. His knot tugged slightly as he spooned her. He breathed deeply of her once more, already finding notes of her scent changing, adapting to include his claim, his essence.

He knew she'd need him again, and soon. But with their coupling complete, she was safe. She was his.

Jensen smiled at Y/N as he finished washing the dishes. When she woke, Jensen made her shower and now was making her eat and hydrate. She whined cutely. But he knew there was more to taking care of her than just fucking her through her heat.

He was determined to show her that he was a good Alpha. That he meant his claim and stood by their bond. That he wanted her completely. He had been anxiously thinking about it since he woke.

"I want you to claim me too," he said once she was finished.

Her eyes went wide as she processed.

"What?"

"I want you to know that I'm yours as much as you are mine," he explained, pulling her into his arms, "Whenever you have doubts, I want you to see your mark and know that it's real and I'm yours."

"B-but…most Alphas don't-"

"I'm not most Alphas," he stated firmly, kissing her possessively. She melted into him and he scooped her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her in his lap.

"This is familiar," she chuckled, blushing profusely.

"Should have claimed you then," he breathed out, dragging his nose along her hairline as he breathed her in, "Then we never would've been apart. Your heat never would've got so bad," his voice shook as he remembered how scared he was.

She cupped his face in her hands, her eyes studying his own before she kissed him tenderly. She held his gaze as she slipped his cock from his boxer briefs. Using her other hand, she slid her panties to the side before sinking down on his length.

"Y/N," he moaned as his hands clutched her sides. His head rolled to lay against the back of the couch as he adjusted his hips, "You take charge," he told her with a smirk, submitting to her will. He needed her to understand they were partners, equals, mates.

He never failed to empower her. To make her feel greater than she did before, sexier, more confident. She couldn't believe her luck in having Jensen as an Alpha. She was quickly becoming addicted to the way he looked at her with stars and adoration in his eyes. It was the same way she looked at him.

It didn't take long for them to climb to that high together once more, their bodies quickly learning each other and adapting. Her eyes locked onto his exposed neck, his words from earlier echoing in her ears in time with the pumping of her blood.

Her eyes flashed to his, barely open slits as he succumbed to the pleasure. He nodded at her, tilting his head a little more and using his other hand to gently guide her by the back of the head, encouraging her mark.

She kissed the skin reverently before parting her lips, biting down and breaking into the skin as they both fell over the edge. Jensen hissed, his hips stuttering and knot popping before he gave into his own urges, renewing his claim.

"Does it hurt?" Y/N asked after they cleaned the marks. Her eyes were glued to her claim.

"No," he promised, pecking her lips and pulling her flush against him as they waited for his knot to go down. He'd wear her mark proudly. It wasn't conventional, but he didn't care in the slightest what anyone might think. She was his, and he was hers.

PART 6 (Final)

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings

@deandreamernp

@laycblack

[artharakka]

Hey there---I have been hunting for your blog forever! A classmate of mine brought thumbnails of your work to a drawing session, and we have been obsessing over your people. I find the way you illustrate long noses and sort of androgynous-looking faces and big hands really refreshing, and your werewolf druid Vaara is super charming! They really make me want to know more about your campaign world.

I hope you don't mind sharing, but I was curious what software(s) you used for the comic you made, A Dream with Rain. Do you have any general tips for people trying to draw better? Sorry for bamboozling you with questions. Delighted again to have found your blog!

OOof thank you! ❤❤❤ This was a delightful message to get! So cool to know my art exists outside my own little circle (it's sometimes difficult to realize that there are actually so many people behind all the notes my art gets). And also an encouraging ask because I've been struggling with my art style a bit lately (feeling like finally slowly getting there and out of art block now tho). But one of my goals has been to use bolder shapes and lines (like larger features and other than snub noses), glad that you like them as well! And if you read my tags I do have many non-binary characters & I like to play around with masculine and feminine features anyway so ough it's cool that it shows through the art as well ❤ (And oh check out my sis/sibling's art blog @artist-rat as well, they also have a very funky style and draw so expressive faces!!)

This is getting long, so here's a quick doodle of Vaara for you and rest of the answers under the cut!

The campaign Vaara is in is still in the beginning, so I don't know yet either what's to come! My friend @iijadraws (who is the DM) knows more about the lore if you want to know (and if she will spill). So far Vaara's archdruid Aalis noticed something bad was happening to their forest in the north and south. Vaara's dear friend Kiilo gave Vaara a precious key/amulet for luck and went north, Vaara gave Kiilo their stone knife for protection and went south. After a day's travel, she found forest stripped of life, and an old empty stone hut/house. Then strange things started happening, like giant unrecognizable beast coming out of the forest and Vaara's own empty eyed doppelganger staring at them from the empty forest. Vaara freaked out, hid into the stone hut, was cornered, and used her now faintly glowing key to open a door within it. The door became portal, and led them to a mysterious house where they are now stranded with Knell (artist-rat's character). Vaara is still mostly freaking out and attempting to run back home (not happening).

Mmm I want to illustrate more scenes and ramble more about both of the DnDs I'm currently playing (Rhiam's and Vaara's). I have one Rhiam background info & illustration coming up and will hopefully get it posted tomorrow, and I'd like to do more of those for both of them!

THEN What software I used: I've been using Krita for years now and I really like it! It's free and constantly developing (there have been a couple of hiccups in the past, but I haven't had any issues with the latest versions). If you want to know more about some specific feature I used (like brushes, effects, settings in general) feel free to send me another ask/message!

And general art tips: "Practice" is kind of a old and empty answer, so, here's some bit more specific stuff I learned from my art teachers (keep in mind that my art education isn't university level, but I went to a really great upper secondary school (high school?) that had special emphasis on visual arts so it's something).

Try to avoid using eraser or blurring. Especially the latter. One of the first lessons our class learned was not to blur pencil lines with our fingers/paper when shading our works. It was forbidden and it caused outrage, but was really helpful in the end. Airbrush tools have their place, but learn to shade and mix colours without it first (add or lessen pressure, select in-between color manually, cross-hatching). Personally I’ve been really digging using really sharp edged brush to colour my works lately (for paintings I use softer tools, but sharp coloring works really well with my softer line art I think!)

Studies are a great way to improve whether it’s anatomy or colours. I had weekly classes with model for a couple of months back in school but now I’m mostly using images from Unsplash (they are free to use) for color and painting practice. If you want to improve fast, try to do many sketches as fast as you can: we started with 3 minute sketch and then lessened the time so that in the end we were doing 10 second sketches of the model. I think there are sites specifically for this purpose where images/models change with timer? Here big paper & pen/brush might also help (no time to dwell in details, get the overall shape).

Try different mediums and methods: before my art school, I mostly drew with a pencil on A4 or smaller paper, and my art was kind of faint, careful, full of little details, stiff. Then in school I was forced to use watercolours, and acrylic and oil paints, try digital art, use big canvases, sclupt things out of clay and whatnot. It gave me a better sense of how shapes and colours work, but also helped me get bolder with my art (that is still a process, but I developed a LOT). I had drawn my entire life before that but I was shy to change my art and methods. And I know materials can be expensive, but work with what you have. My teacher once made a still life composition out of cleaning cart and other random stuff and made us draw it on a really big paper with big chunky chalks that were taped on long sturdy sticks found from forest. Relatively cheap but forced to draw big shapes and use your entire body rather than just wrist. It looked kinda like this and it’s still one of my favourite classes:

Again, feel free to send ask about specific art (or other) things you'd like to know if any come to mind! And thanks again for the message! Have a great day/evening/whatever time you have there!

[babyboibucky]

Stages - Part 1

Pairing: AU!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,072

Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.

A/N: I started a new series and this is the result of listening to Lauv’s Feelings so y’all might want to listen to that. A good ‘ol classic friends to lovers trope...if they do end up together in the end lol

STAGES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

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ONE: REALIZATION

Bucky was sure that it was just platonic, his friendship with you. Being friends since your ugliest days back in college, it wasn't that hard not to keep it platonic. You sported the most hideous haircut back then, wore braces that made you spit on Bucky's face whenever the two of you argued and you cursed like a motherfucking sailor.

There wasn’t even a hint of sweetness in your entire personality. Bucky literally cried to you out of fear when he almost failed a major and you merely laughed at him, called him a pussy for getting emotional over something so trivial and bought him a bucket of beer to make him feel better.

"She's totally not girlfriend material." Bucky used to tell everyone and you always agreed without even feeling offended.

Why would you be anyway? Getting attracted to Bucky never crossed your mind even though he didn't seem to have that awkward teenager phase, that lucky bastard. He was already good-looking with his piercing blue eyes and boyish grin that made every girl in the university swoon. Sure, he had some baby fat back then but his goddamn charm was undeniable.

Too bad it never worked on you.

You’ve seen how Bucky flirted, heard his cheesy pick-up lines over and over again and they just made you cringe. You almost wanted to throw up when Bucky shamelessly engaged in phone sex while he hung out at your dorm. Thank god he didn’t whip his dick out and jerked off while you studied, he just groaned and cursed into the phone, talked dirty to whoever it was he was talking to and boy was Bucky terrible at it.

“You want me to fuck you with my 8-inch dick?” Bucky grunted into the phone as he laid on your bed.

You rolled your eyes and slammed your laptop shut, deciding to continue reviewing somewhere else. You left your dorm but not without grabbing Bucky’s phone, interrupting him in the middle of his disgusting sex talk.

“8-inch dick? More like 8 inches divided by 4. Good luck sucking his micropenis, sis.”

“You fucking, bitch!”

The both of you knew each other very well too, a tad bit too much at that. You knew each other's deepest darkest secrets like that one time in sophomore year when Bucky had food poisoning during a test and had to swallow back his vomit again and again until he finished the exam. Or when you went on a blind date for the first time, sharted, and braved through the entire day with shit in your underwear.

You also knew he wasn't one to settle down and all the times that he did commit, he always ended up breaking the poor girl's heart. Bucky was also aware of your trust issues given your family history. Having witnessed your parents fall out of love and into resentment, you refused to believe in relationships.

“I heard you rejected Tyler. He isn’t so bad you know?” Bucky asked as he sat next to you in the library.

“You know I don’t do relationships, Buck.” you told him, leaning your face against your palm as you flipped through the pages of your handouts.

“I heard you dumped Dot.” you asked back. “I thought she was the one. I mean, you sorta changed when you started dating her. Thought you stopped using your dick to think.”

Bucky shrugged, “I got bored of it.” he responded.

You snorted and turned to him, “Guys like you are the reason why I don’t do relationships.”

“Yeah well, girls like you are the reason why I don’t do commitment.” he snapped back. “You’re too cynical, I mean c’mon. Have fun, suck a dick without attachments.” he said out loud, earning a chorus of shushes from the other students engrossed in their books.

You rolled your eyes at Bucky in embarrassment and started gathering your things, preparing to leave the library.

“I already did.”

“What the fuck?! When and whose dick did you suck?!”

“Shush!!!!!”

It was pretty clear that romance was out of the books between the two of you.

Bucky was sure that it was just platonic, his friendship with you. Until he slowly began to realize that maybe, just maybe...you might be girlfriend material after all.

-

As the years went by, Bucky started noticing the little changes in you in all aspects...and as a man, it was the physical changes that he started to notice first.

Sleepovers weren't unusual for the both of you, in fact, the both of you were comfortable letting each other stay the night at each other’s dorms. Junior year in college, Bucky decided to stay at your dorm to work on a project. You had just finished taking a bath when Bucky knocked on your door and almost choked on his own spit upon seeing you in a tight cami top and the tiniest pair of shorts.

It wasn’t really the first time you paraded around Bucky wearing such, but for some reason, he couldn’t get his eyes to look away from your chest that night because fuck, when did they get that perky? Bucky felt bad for sexualizing so he decided to go through your old pictures (you with the ugly-ass hair and braces) to rinse his brain and fortunately, it worked.

For a while, Bucky managed to ignore the physical changes you were going through. It didn't last long though, because right after graduation Bucky started to notice a lot of things about you. Your hair had grown longer and for some reason, Bucky found himself wanting to run his fingers through your locks. He loved the natural waves in your hair, sometimes he'd tug at them to annoy you but truth was, he just wanted an excuse to touch it.

You had your braces removed in senior year too but it wasn't until your graduation that Bucky noticed how it totally changed your smile. You were pretty insecure about your teeth and when you finally got them straightened out, you learned to smile more and with confidence. Bucky remembered your habit of covering your mouth with your hands whenever you laughed so when he first saw you laugh freely, he thought you looked the most beautiful.

Were the changes in you that blatant for Bucky to start noticing them or was he just paying more attention to you?

Bucky didn't know why. At least, not yet.

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JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ x READER ⨟ PROMPT + SONGFIC

Aurora comments: I was in a mental breakdown with Coco, since a month ago. I just wanna say thanks to @chibsytelford and @satchie666 for helping me with some tips to bring back my inspo with him. Honestly, I think this is one of my favorites writings, a fucking masterpiece. I have mixed three requests and added one of my favorites spanish songs (I translated it under every part of the lyrics). I just hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it.

Anon #1 asked: may i request 19 and 29 with coco?

Anon #2 asked: 37 and 39, angst, coco cruz

@hoooli13 asked: Hi I love your writing! Could you write 19. “You’re the only good thing I have”. With coco?

Song: ‘Orgullo’, Justin Quiles ft Káren Méndez.

Prompts:

19. “You’re the only good thing I have”.

29. “I don’t deserve you”.

37. “Stop ignoring me, please…”

39.“We need to talk”.

Word Count: 2k (including the lyrics and the translation)

Author comments: The paragraphs in italic mean that it’s a past situation. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Él me dice que le llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero él es igual…

(He tells me to call him, that he doesn't sleep early. If he doesn't text me, I don't text him and if he doesn't call me, I don't call him. But he does the same…)

It’s been almost two weeks since that night when, apparently, you fucked up whatever you and Coco had. Comings and goings of furtive kisses and improvised sex. You were catching feelings, he was catching feelings too. It’s the thirteenth night that you are sitting on the sofa, waiting for a call or a text, waiting even for an email. You know he is on line, you can see him writing you with those three grey points flashing in your screen. But the text never comes. 

“Stop ignoring me, please…”

You would like him to write you, but he doesn’t do, so you either. Pride is stronger than you want to admit. The phone flies off from your hand with an angry move, crashing against the wall and breaking into pieces. And you don’t even care, because he won’t budge.

Estamos envueltos en un juego, donde somos prisioneros del sentimiento que llevamos por dentro. Me siento incontento, y yo sé…

(We're wrapped in a game, where we're prisoners of a feeling we carry inside us. I feel unhappy, and I know…) 

“(Y/N), Templo, now. We need to talk”. Bishop just says, as soon as you cross the main door of the clubhouse.

Everybody is staring at you, confused by the way he has talked to you. So serious, so dry. For a second, just for a second, you look at Coco. Maybe you’re ignoring each other, but he’s worried too. Licking your lower lip, you leave your bag over the empty table, before continuing your steps to the meeting room. Closing the glass colorful door, you find the man sitting on his chair having a smoke of his cigar.

“Sit”.

You obey, as a dog would do when the master talks.

“Why are you late?”

“I just… Last night I had a problem with my phone, and I needed a new one. I’m sorry, Prez, it would never happen again and… I’ll recover this lost hour today. I promise”.

He nods in silence, having a sip from his coffee.

“What’s up with Coco, ah?”

“Orgullo, Bishop. Eso es lo que está sucediendo”. (Pride, Bishop, that’s what’s happening).

“Fix it. I don’t care how. But… this situation is awkward and uncomfortable for every one of us”. He leans over the table, supporting his weight on his forearms. “I love you, and you’re a good mechanic. But he is a Mayan”.

And you know what that means. You can’t help but let some tears run out from your eyes when you're grabbing again your bag. The guys look more worried now, and even if you just want to punch Coco on the face, you lead your steps to the huge warehouse next to the club. Throwing your stuff somewhere on the ground, you attack enraged the punching bag hanging from the metallic ceiling. Your cry gets more angrier when you feel two big arms surrounding your body.

“Com’ere, McGregor”. 

Angel whispers on your ear, putting you away from it to turn you under his grip, hugging you tightly. You’re furious. Really furious. And your cry floods the place making some echo, while the oldest Reyes tries to comfort you. Fucking pride that doesn’t let you talk with him. And when you do, is his who talks for him.

Me esta matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

Maybe you drunk too much that night, starting with beers to end up with a bottle of tequila. You were needing some fresh air, walking in some kind of zigzag to the empty yard. Having a deep breath with eyes closed, you continued your clumsy steps to the farthest picnic table. And you decided to have your own party. Playing some latin music in your phone, and leaving it over the wood, your body began to move alone, under the influence of the rhythm and the alcohol wreaking havoc on your mind. You saw him coming towards you, a little harmed too. He threw the cigar away, holding the hand that you were offering him.

You were having a good time alone, but with him, it only got better. His chest was pressing your back. His arms surrounding your waist, and your hips dancing against him. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, colliding in a delicious way, before starting to kiss your left shoulder. Since the moment you two met, a sexual tension got installed between both, following you whenever you went. And his mouth was feeling so good on your skin, that you wanted to taste it. 

No sé por qué el orgullo nos está matando, si tú eres mía, bebé. Ya sabes desde cuando. Nuestras miradas aquel día estaban chocando, y al besar tus labios el deseo iba aumentando.

(I don't know why the pride is killing us, if you're mine, baby. Our looks were crashing that day, and when I kissed your lips the desire incresed).

Turning under his arms, your faces met, twisting a little your necks. Your bodies kept moving to the sound of the song, your noses almost touching. Eyes closed, drinking each other breathings. You wanted too bad to kiss him. He wanted too fucking bad to kiss you. With a hand on your lower back, he wrapped your throat with the other to push you a little bit closer. Enough to you. Your mouth found the other with a ephemeral caress full of desire. You were playing, and he didn’t like it. Coco pressed his lips on yours, not wasting another second, looking for your tongue with his. And it was like an explosion. Your hands getting tangled in his hair, while you two continued dancing, with a leg between yours and vice versa. 

It was like touching heaven with your fingertips.

“Shit, I don’t deserve you, mami. You’re a fuckin’ blessing”.

Es que tú me tienes a mí en un vaivén, y me matan las ganas de volverte a ver.

(You have me in a swing, the desire to see you again is killing me).

“Who’s that mami, bro’?” Coco asked to Angel, resting his shoulder against the wooden column, having a drag of his cigar.

“New mechanic. Taza’s friend, or something like”.

Che was your father’s best friend, so when you told him what you were studying, he quickly offered you to work at Romeros and Bros. It was a good opportunity to learn a little more. You saw sideways how four men walked towards your car, from where you were grabbing your stuff.

“Welcome to the fam’. I’m Angel. And these are my brothers. Coco, Gilly and Creeper”.

You smiled with pursed lips, not ashamed, but kinda like. Four big guys with tattoos and looks on their faces of being truly assholes? No, thanks.

“I’m (Y/N)”.

Since the first moment, you knew they were betting who would be the one who would end up dating you. But they were wrong.

“Don’ try to fuck with me, guys. I’m more into drivers than into riders”.

Or maybe, you were the one who was wrong. 

Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

It was an innocent dance with Angel, what kick out of you two that fucking pride. When you came back to the clubhouse, holding hands and laughing loud, your favorite song were playing through the speakers. The oldest Reyes, who was your best friend since you met the Mayans, wanted to dance it with you. And you couldn’t say ‘no’. Dancing close with him, as you did many times before. The funniest thing about the night is that you danced with everybody.

Ella me dice que la llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero ella es igual…

(She tells me to call her, that she doesn't sleep early. If she doesn't text me, I don't text her and if she doesn't call me, I don't call her. But she does the same…)

Coco has been the whole day trying to figure out what did Bishop say to you. No one, but you two, knew what happened inside the Templo. Not even Taza. He’s sitting in his terrace with both legs over the table, drinking a beer and his phone in the other one. He wants to call you. And he has been typing your number by heart, the last hour. Once and again, ending up locking the screen. Until he decides that he doesn’t want to play this game anymore. He doesn’t want to lose you. The world is less shit waking up with you.

You need to breathe fresh air, stepping out of your house with no destination. You just want to walk, leave your mind blank by listening some music, with your headphones on. Actually, you don’t give a shit about the work. You don’t want to lose him. The only moments of peace you have had, you have found them between his arms, under his kisses and his caresses. You need him. You love him.

When you want to notice where you are, your feet are leading you to his house, being pushed back to reality because of the roar of a bike coming closer. You turn at it, when the wheels stop dead making a scratchy sound. Then, you see him. And he sees you. Getting off the motorcycle, he leaves the helmet above the seat. You turn off the headphones to keep them inside a pocket, taking some steps closer about to say something. But, what can you say? He’s coming towards you too, as if it was a slow motion scene. 

Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

You swallow hardly, barely breathing when Coco is just one step away from you. And maybe you don't need any words. Maybe you've been too stupid to recognize what and how you feel about the other. The mexican raises up a hand to your left cheek, resting it there, knowing that you missed him much more than you thought. His right hand helps the other to hold your face, before crashing his lips on yours. A soft needy moan drowning in your throat, when your fingers get tangled in two fist in his shirt. Your tongues stroking the other so desperate, that you don't care about being out of air.

Your back finds the wall, lifting up your arms to his neck, surrounding it; while his hands go down to your lower back. Fuck the pride.

“You're the only good thing I have, mami”.

“Tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti”.

[shadowdianne]

Since I'm not totally evil and now that I'm back in front of the computer I'm just going to copy-paste the first 1k or so of what I had written. It's not edited and considering the notes I've erased for this version but the original one has I was still working through plotholes and worldbuilding. The coding of the archive suggests that it was an informal prompt made by a friend -the titles of the things that were inbox prompts were codes for me to know at which bach they were linked to but this one has only the one I reserved for mutuals or friends so I could properly tag them even if the prompt had been sent via, dunno, whatsapp or the like but I have lost the word document I had to know which number represented which mutual so, dunno, friend, if you happen to see this hi xD

Anyway, I'm not going to finish it but if anyone wants to know the original lines of the prompt (looking at you, @yaminoendo, @italymystery-swanqueen ) things were like this:

If anyone recognizes this as something I finally got to publish -dunno, I truly cannot remember if I did but considering that it's not finished if I did it was under some other storyline- tell me so I can try to find the damn link and make another post about it.

Word reached the town’s inn in a slow night, the kind of nights Emma had learnt to dread as much as the ones in where she was unable to have a respite. And so, as rain poured outside and only a selected few patrons battled against the storm that flagged the lands around the wood and stone made houses in order to get a drink from Granny’s, she found herself rising her eyebrows as one of the Lost boys nodded vehemently, fingerless gloves doing nothing to prevent the boy from almost sticking his hands into the dim fireplace the old woman had asked both Ruby and Emma to keep an eye on.

“To keep the sorceress at bay. One never knows with this storm.”

Emma had bitten her tongue at the words: she knew magic was real; had seen the occasional wizard, the kind of one that traveled from town to town, promising magic and dreams to whomever that paid them in silver or a place to stay but Granny’s sorceress; the ones that roamed the forest at night, the ones who vowed to the moon and soil, were just the stories one would tell to children. Children barely younger than the one who, still shivering, put his hands beneath his armpits, rolling his shoulders as the soaked coat he wore, the one with Pan’s colors, remained stuck to his scrawny frame.

“She gave us a piece of gold each.” The boy repeated for the umpteenth time ever since he had come barreling into the inn, soaked to the bone but sporting a toothy grin. “She told us to spread the word. I’m not joking!”

Emma sighed and offered the boy one of the few sips of wine that they still had from the merchants that had passed by the month before last. Despite it being acrid the boy took the small vase and drank it all, smiling at her with his eyebrows raised, some color returning to his cheeks. She was about to offer him some bread when the owner of the inn herself tutted at him, eyes severe.

“Hasn’t the woman already suffered enough? It’s not nice to lie, Nibs.”

The boy opened his mouth, ready to defend himself if the sudden rage on his eyes was anything to go by and Emma sighed inwardly at the moment as she casted a glance around the inn, at the ones who were not-so-subtly listening to the conversation. Sometimes, times like this, she truly felt tired of the gossip-hungry citizens. Always trying to learn about the next detail, the next piece of information they could all later on share, make bets on. The scent of dampened wood and greasy food grounding her as she found Ruby’s eyes at the other end of the place, she shrugged minutedly, asking for the lanky brunette’s friend. Not like she wasn’t able to tackle the woman’s grandmother but Granny had been, and would always be, the kind of person one didn’t want to get on the bade side of.

And she was truly grateful the woman had let her in after last years’ flood.

Ruby bit down on her bottom lip and tilted her head to the right as she placed yet another pint in front of Leroy. The short man was probably the only one who wasn’t pretending to not be listening to the conversation, his glazed eyes trained on both Granny and Nibs and Emma almost smiled a little at that. Placing her hands on the counter, letting the three-quarter sleeves of the cloth she wore rile up on her forearms, she leveled her gaze with Nibs, silently asking him to just let the subject drop.

The boy, however, was still a boy, and he didn’t listen; his pride affronted.

“I’m not lying!” He replied, shaking his head while doing so. “Widow Mills told us that if anyone was able to open the door with the key she would…” He halted there, cheeks reddening and Emma heard Ruby bit back a laugh as the brunette approached the front of the tavern. The Lost Boys were a group of orphans that no one had taken in aside from the small group of women that worked relentlessly under Blue’s orders but they weren’t shy to sex or how it worked. It was interesting seeing Nibs so tong-tied in front of Eugenia, angry or not.

“… marry them.” The boy finished, lamely, but Emma, just as she had had at first, didn’t catch any lies on his words. Despite them being, probably, slightly edited.

And that, despite her best intentions, made her feel interested. Which was something she was purposedly trying not to be.

Widow Mills was the kind of woman that brought attention wherever she went: not new to the town her wealth, her house, close to the end of the town, bigger than any other else and always guarded by a big black cat, helped on cultivating an air of mystery around her. The kind of one that would usually make many spit behind her, muttering words they thought would protect them after she waved and kept on with her day.

And yet, despite that, she was also the woman many thought on trying to get her to remarry, the news of her late husband known and shared within the same walls Emma was currently surrounded by. It was strange, interesting, how the woman seemed to have finally decided to play the game Storybrooke citizens were so adept at; get others to marry. If what Nib was saying was true.

And Emma had the feeling that it was. As shocking as it could sound.

“I guess it’s cat-hunting season then. Isn’t that right, sis?” Leroy’s crude smirk made Emma clench her jaw and say nothing, even when the town’s drunkard eyed her, hoping for someone to reply to his comment but finding very few who seemed open to the idea.

Albeit, the blonde thought as she turned and busied herself, she was fairly certain that within the hour the rest of the Lost Boys would manage to get the entire town known that the brunette woman living at the edge of town was waiting for a husband.

She didn’t exactly knew why that bothered her.

-.-

She had been right, of course, by the next night the town was abuzz with the story from the Lost Boys. The only real socialite the town owned, Kathryn Midas, had even passed by, sharing a few opinions she had on the whole thing. Opinions Emma hadn’t been there to listen to as she had been sent by Granny to run an errand no Lost Boy could tackle quickly enough but ones Ruby had later filled her in as they both readied the tavern for the night.

“Many think she is bluffing.” Ruby shrugged and shook her head as Emma listened to her, using a brief moment of respite to lean against the tavern’s southest wall. The one in where the fireplace rested, the residual heat from it warming the stone slabs of the floor around it and the wooden walls. “A cry for attention.”

“And you think that’s right?”

She tried to sound nonachalant but Ruby narrowed her eyes at her, mirth on her eyes, and Emma knew she had been caught.

It wasn’t, she battled against herself, that she was interested. Not in the same way she suspected others would be. She had barely shared a few words with the woman. It wasn’t like the brunette beauty often came to socialize to the inn.

But she had seen her, walking, buying herbs and other things. Always slightly away from others, the black and red from her clothes obvious as both a statement and a message. She wondered, briefly, while she grazed the mark on her wrist, the one left by broken vows of marriage, if the woman would wear another color next time she saw her. For some reason she couldn’t exactly picture that.

“Want to give it a try, Emma? Is that what this is about?”

Ruby’s voice brought her back from her reverie, the words her friend had just said made Emma narrow her eyes, spine straightening as she walked away from the wall just in time for Eugenia to walk in; stern-looking as ever.

“Don’t be stupid.”

But Ruby didn’t seem convinced. Not like neither of them were able to discuss it further as the old woman frowned at them before putting them both to work, the storm from yesterday already gone and the first round of thirsty villagers about to arrive.

-.-

During the next days many were the ones who arrived to the inn with scratches up their arms; muttering about cats and demons and far too many complicated schemes they couldn’t be bothered to try. Emma remained mute during those tales; silently serving drinks, dodging handsy miners that were the other source of income for the town and pretending she wasn’t entirely far too curious.

And, in a way, that feeling was what made her keep listening to the stories; unwilling to let go the promise of something different in a town she felt drowning her every day it passed.

[scarlettwitcher]

Javier Peña Drabble

Hear me out.

Javier Peña falling in love with Pablo Escobar's daughter!reader.

See cause, this seems like such a cliche trope right? Good guy falling for villain's kid but like it's so good. Because here's the thing, I've been watching Narcos and I'm halfway through season 2. I'm getting close to the end. I'm ready and this whole time I kept thinking like, look at poor Javi's face when Carrillo is using his "unconventional" Methods to find out where Pablo is. Javi's face when Carrillo shoots the kid who's one of the lookouts or the way he refuses to go with him and Murphy on the helicopter with Gato and that other guy.

So what if one day Carrillo calls him and Murphy to meet him at an abandoned warehouse saying he found something that would definitely get them Escobar. Both men get there as fast as they can and when they finally enter, there's Carrillo, two of his men, and someone tied to a chair. Javi's steps falter. "What's this?"

"Our road to Escobar." Carrillo reaches over and grabs the person by the hair, revealing you. You’re shivering, looking up Carrillo with anger and fear. You’re radiating fear. Javi can see it in your body language, the way you cower away from any touch directed your way. He can see it in your frantic eyes and something inside him starts to bend. You’re covered in cuts, bleeding from every surface of your skin that’s visible. 

“1Yo no se nada! Dejenme ir!” You scream out. Carrillo clicks his tongue quietly as he caresses your cheek. In a split second, your head is sharply facing the left. He slapped you. You sobbed quietly into the large room, all eyes on you.

After that day, Javi is in charge of watching you until Carrillo returns. He watches you, tries to get conversation out of you, but you’re quiet, reserved, afraid. It takes him days to finally get you to answer one of his questions and it’s one he never even asked. “2Mi color favorito es amarillo. Mi mama siempre me vestia en un vestido amarillo cuando era niña.” You whispered this so quietly, he could’ve missed it if he wasn’t already straining his ears. He nodded softly and even let the smallest of smiles color his features. 

“3El mio es verde.”

That’s how it went for a few weeks. You would exchange just a few words with Javi, and spend the evening being tortured by Carrillo or one of his men. Javi soon came to learn you were raised by your mother. You didn’t know who Pablo was until you were already 19 years old. You were the product of an affair he had with a woman when he was newlywed. When Pablo found out you were his daughter, he took you in. He gave you and your mother a home, he sent you money, and would try to see you as often as he could. You didn’t particularly care for him. He didn’t raise you but you also weren’t going to betray the kindness he’s given you. Even then, you didn’t know anything. He always came to you. 

Javi tried to tell this to Carrillo but he wouldn’t hear it. He was thoroughly convinced you knew things and you were covering for him. You were reaching your limit with the torture. You wouldn’t scream anymore. You stopped crying weeks ago. Carrillo decided it was best to resort to new tactics. He’d let touch starved men touch you. He’d leave you sitting naked in your chair, arms and legs bound together while different men came and did their thing. This caused new reactions from you. At this point, Javi couldn’t watch. It was too much.

The next day when he sat with you, he cleaned you. He cleaned every wound on your skin and the dirt from lack of wash. He dressed you in an extra shirt of his he brought. Even going so far as giving you some boxers of his and socks. You were grateful and when Carrillo returned that evening, he was pissed. “4Porque mierda tiene ropa?”

“5Es humana. Ya te estas pasando de verga. No sabe nada. Si sigues, la vas a matar. Si matas a la hija de Pablo..” Javi doesn’t even finish his sentence because they both know exactly what Pablo would do. Carrillo leaves but he leaves Javi watching you. 

It isn’t til he watches Carrillo torture you the next day that he realizes he really cares about you. He has feelings for you. He listens to your screams and something inside of him snaps. He pushes all the men off of you and stands in front of you protectively. He’s breathing heavy, growling quietly in warning. You are now off limits. Carrillo glares at him and warns him to think of what he’s doing. “6Ella no sabe nada. Ella se puede ir.” Javi doesn’t think twice. He pulls out his gun and holds it out in warning. He ties you free as he holds his gun before slowly taking you in his arms, knowing you’re way too weak to walk. He walks out of the warehouse, intent on taking care of you for as long as he can. 

“7No te preocupes mija. Yo te tengo.”

Spanish to English translations:

1: I don’t know anything! Let me go!

2: My favorite color is yellow. My mother always dressed me in this yellow dress when I was a little girl.

3: Mine is green

4: Why the fuck does she have clothes?

5: She’s human. You’re fucking crossing the line. She knows nothing. If you continue, you will kill her. If you kill Pablo’s daughter..”

6: She doesn’t know anything. She’s leaving.”

7: Don’t worry mija. I have you

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Chapter Two: Keep Going As Normal - Grayson

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This Months Writing

“Boss we got a problem” Luke sighed as he walked into my office.

“Swear to god boy learn how to fucking knock” I snapped looked up from the laptop. “It’s not even nine am and you are coming to me with problems”

“Urm” Luke mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He drew the short straw in coming to tell me the issue.

“Spit it out” I snapped “I haven’t got all fucking day”

“The latest shipment was intercepted,” Luke said slowly.

My jaw clenched, staring right through Luke.

“So you're telling me that the shipment you said would be taken care of, has now been intercepted” I growled, trying to hold my anger back and trying to stop my reaching for his gun, I kept hidden under the desk “Who by?”

Luke remained quiet. Not making eye contact with me

“Don’t make me fucking repeat my self Chambers” I snarled.

“Fine, it was Reid’s crew” Luke mumbled, taking a step back.

“For fuck sakes” I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose. “How?”

“Turns out he had guys on the inside at the police,” Luke said, taking a step closer to the door.

“This day just gets even better” I sarcastically spat. “Get the fuck out of my sight before you find a bullet lodged between your eyes”

Running my hands through my hair. I wasn’t meant to be in the office today, my casual attire screamed that. But I couldn’t help myself as I called in before my niece's fifth birthday party.

But now shit had shit the fan. Just like it always did.

I wasn’t a man to be scared of anything. I was the person people were scared of but there was one person that scared the shit out of me. My little sister.

Screwing my face up as I saw Harper’s name flash up on my phone. I wasn’t going to answer and let her think I was still sleeping but she knew me too well and knew i wouldn’t sleep in. Ever.

“My darling sister” I sang down the phone.

“Cut the bullshit Gray” Harper growled, making him gulp. “Where the fuck are you?”

“Urm” I stalled.

“You’re at the office aren’t you” she laughed “should have fucking known it”

“Harp, just hear me out please” I breathed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I got called in, shits gone south”

“It always does” Harper snapped “that’s the life of what we do something always happens, there’s always a mess to clean up but tell you what only happens once and that’s your niece's fifth birthday”

“I know” I sighed.

“So for once in your life drop work for one day and get your ass over here before I come and drag you here myself” She snarled.

“I’m on my way” I mumbled.

“That’s what I thought. Asshat” she laughed loving how much I was afraid of her.

“Love you too Harper” I smirked, ending the call.

“Nice of you to finally turn up” Harper shouted from the kitchen. “What took you so long?”

“I brought Brad up to speed and let him handle this shit show” I said as I hung my leather jacket on the coat stand.

“Wait, you actually passed something onto Brad” Harper gasped in shock.

“Give over” I sulked “because I can go back to work if you want me to?”

“Shut your face you idiot and get Lucy from her room” she smiled sweetly pointing the knife at me “Might as well make yourself useful”

“Really feeling the love little sis” I chuckled, kissing the top of her head before disappearing out of the kitchen.

No one ever saw this side of me. I never talked about family at the office. The last thing I needed was someone to know my weakness. Especially in my line of work.

I took over the family business as soon as I graduated from business school, specialising in the stock market. I had no interest in investments or stocks but it kept the cover of the true nature of the business. Half of the employees that worked for me had no idea what was really going on behind the scenes.

As soon as little Lucy saw me walk into her room, her arms flew up in the air and was babbling something, making me smile.

“Hey there princess” I smiled as I picked Lucy up. “Let's go find your mama shall we”

As I was walking back downstairs I heard the deep laugh of his father coming from the kitchen.

“I still can’t believe you are still scared of your sister” Dad smirked.

“Seriously pops have you seen her” I said glaring at Harper “I swear she is the devil reincarnated”

“You know I can hear you right?” She smirked, raising her brow at me.

“You were meant to,” I shrugged, placing Lucy in her chair.

“And you do realise I am holding a very sharp knife right?” She grinned letting her eyes travel to the knife in her hand.

“I’m not blind you know” I smirked as I helped myself to a coffee. “I mean you don’t have the balls to you know actually stab me, you love me too much”

“Don’t I” She smirked evilly, lunging forward, making me squeal in a high pitched tone. “I’d watch your back Gray”

“Jesus Christ” Dad sighed. “You two will never change will you?”

“Nope” we laughed in unison.

“I still can’t believe you squealed,” Harper laughed, turning back to the food on the stove.

“I didn’t squeal” I pouted “It was the coffee machine”

“Of course it was,” Harper smirked.

Feeling my phone vibrating violently in my pocket, pulling it out I sighed as I saw the caller ID.

“I can’t leave them for a day,” I muttered to no one in particular as I wandered outside to take the call.

“Seriously Brad, if you haven’t lost an arm or the building isn’t on fire I do not want to know” I snapped answering the call.

“Gray, it’s bad,” Brad sighed. “So it turns out we have a rat, that's why Reid knew when and where to intercept the last shipment”

“You have go to be fucking kidding me” I sighed as he placed a cigarette between my lips.

“Unfortunately I’m not,” Brad said. “At this point we don’t know who it is, but it is the only reason I can think of that makes sense”

“Yeah you are right, who else knows?” I asked.

“Just me and James” He replied.

“Keep it that way” I said, taking a drag on the cigarette, watching as the smoke danced in the breeze “We act like we don’t know, keep going as normal and try to figure out who this rat is. But do not contact me for the rest of the day unless”

“There's a fire or my limb is hanging off” Brad laughed “Got it boss, enjoy your day off”

The line went dead and I shook my head as I finished my smoke. There was no such thing as a day off in this life.

Not even for Christmas day.

“Everything okay son?” Dad asked as he joined me for a smoke.

“Just another day at the office pops, just another day”

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[dnarez]

Chapter 21 - Fly Away

Looking at her brother made everything more real, her wings fluttering behind her as she smiles.

Y/n went to the middle and bowed to Iida "You did awesome Takami, I will improve so that I can win and beat you."

He bowed back as she talked "I will be waiting for our rematch" She smiled, and they went their separated ways.

Getting back with the 1-A class she received a lot of praise from her friends, as her eyes traveled to the 1-C class, there no one was looking at her, Shinso was next to the border that separated them, but he didn't even spare her a glance.

Taking deep breaths she looked back at the arena, now was the sparkling boy and the pink girl.

Y/n zoomed out until she felt a light tap on her shoulder, it was Tokoyami.

"I'm next..." she stared at him for a few seconds then jumped up and hugged him tightly

"Good luck! Even if you don't need it, I know you two are going to do it without breaking a sweat" she parted the hug, her wings turned back to the original boring grey.

He nodded and smiled "Thank You" he gave her head a pat and waved as he made his way to the arena.

---Timeskip---

After Tokoyami and the creator girl, which he won it was Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, that was a draw.

Uraraka made Bakugo run for his money, Bakugo won, but it was quite a fight to watch, everyone was booing the Boom Boom Boy, but when she focused on him the only feeling that was on him was determination,  that was the first time that she saw someone this determinated, and she envies him for that, the last explosion was gigantic and scary.

Then the fight between Izuku and Shoto happened.

That was a disaster, every time Shoto tried to cover Izuku with ice, he broke his finger and the wind of it broke through the waves of ice every. single. time.

But he wasn't using his left side, Izuku they were shouting at each other.

Then IT happened.

His fire exploded in a beautiful way, his fire and ice acting together like one, the scene recreated itself on her heart, blooming a new feeling.

Y/n's wings got full baby pink, while her face got more red than Kirishima's hair.

But the feeling was cut by a scream, Endevour’s scream.

"SHOOOOOOOOTOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

"Son of a-" before she could finish her phrase a strong gush of wind came from the arena.

There he was with half of his shirt burned showing his hot body.

'Oh my...'

And when the smoke cloud cleared out everyone saw Izuku on the wall outside the line.

The stadium was chaos after that, that power trip was scary, sir Cementoss almost couldn't stop them, if he had not used his quirk to stop then the result could be very tragic.

Y/n got up and smiled to the surrounding people "Wish me luck guys!" Her friends all waved at her, she took a deep breath and went to her waiting room.

The girl's phone rang, so... she picks it up, without looking at the screen

"Hello! Takami speaking!" Y/n said, she then sat on the chair in front of the table

"Hi dear, it's Mama..."

An ugly yellow took over her grey wings, the enormous feeling of panic and

Oh... how scared she was from just hearing that voice.

Petrified and shaking more than a leaf.

The air was thin and cold, but breathing was becoming a shore, it felt like was her lungs were burning with each breath she took.

"Me and your father saw your little show... you learned how to fly, and can do little tricks just like that good for nothing that was our son"

Her hands were cold and her mouth dry.

"Since you look like you need some help to open your eyes to how ugly those... things on your back are... so I want you to come back home my dear, your father and I miss you so much, comeback home NOW"

"B-but mom I-"

"Are you being an ungrateful brat right now???" Mom said with poison on her voice

"N-no! I-I'll be there in a few hours, and-"

"HOURS??? I WANT YOU HERE IN ONE HOUR, YOU CAN FLY SO YOU CAN DO IT" the winged girl flinched and took a deep breath

"Yes... I will warn my teacher and will be-"

"Yes what? Sorry I think I misheard you"

"Yes mama..."

"That’s better, you have one hour, and don't even think about asking that good for nothing brother of yours for help, or your punishment will be very worst than you initially thought, do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes mama, I will be on my way as soon as possible"

The line was cut, and she got up, her legs trembling with fear and her face paled.

The black winged girl ruined to her teacher and warned him of a family problem.

The dark wings showing that the girl no longer had faith on her.

She got far from the stadium and then flew away, she didn't want her brother to see her flying away.

'If he sees me he will come running after me... but he is a hero! Maybe he can help he...'

Sh halted her flying and looked back at the stadium.

'But... he isn't my legal guardian... they can just call the cops and accuse him of kidnapping.... better to just... obey'

She put the googles that Keigo had given her yesterday.

-yesterday-

"Hey sis! Your flying very fast! If you keep it like that you will need some gadgets, BUT FEAR NOT!!! Your incredible older brother has already thought about that!" He gave her a big goofy smile with his  behind his back.

"Really!? You got something for me?" With already yellow wings it was hard to get any happier.

He got closer to her and sat by her side, Y/n was on the carpet with Haru on side and Void on her head.

They were both exhausted from the long day, in front of the T.V. with a full belly.

"Since tomorrow is the festival I thought that you could fly and-"

"Kei-nii, you know I can't do that... they won't like that, it's better to not take any risk" she looked away from him, her wings got darker

"Yeah, Yeah, I know... I just-" he sighs and make her look at him again "Let's talk about that later, tomorrow is a big day, you can look at your present and I will put you to bed, ok?" He kissed her forehead, put an arm around her shoulder and placed a medium sized box on her lap.

"Okay" she nods and unwrap the present carefully "it's-!"

"Tcharam! A set of gadgets just like mine!" He looked at her wings seeing they go back to a bright yellow and smiled

"But (f/c)!" He chuckled at that

"Yeah, since mine is yellow, and! They are actual duplicates of my gadgets, you will need them when you get into the hero class" he took the headset and put on her, then put the (f/c) visor on her too.

"Do you believe that I can get in?" Her eyes were shinning with hope.

He chuckled and petted her head pulling her for a hug "I know so"

She hugged him back smiling, her wings were half yellow and half baby pink, with orange in the middle.

'Happy, worried and felling loved' Keigo thought

-Present-

With her (f/c) visor she flew away from the stadium and to the city where both her parents lived...

Sadly she took 3 hours to get there, and it wasn't fun to get punished.

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Finding You (Part Six of ??)

Heya! I finished part six (yay!) and it is ready to be read 😁 It’s weird to me I’m on part six already seeing as how that seems like a lot, but also not enough. If you’re new here, the link to Part One is below. I also have links at the bottom of each chapter to go to the next one. You can also find my new Master List on my blog as a pinned post. As always, if you would like to be added to the tags list, just ask in a comment down below, or you can send me a message, and likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome!

Also, for anyone wondering, IKEA was fun (as always), but the store actually reached max capacity.. 1,400 people... During a pandemic... The line was so long, it reached the back of the self-serve furniture area (the place where you can pick up all the heavy/big items), and was starting to wrap around. Note, our IKEA has the switchback thing that amusement parks have for rides... So the line was easily hour wait. Suffice to say, we didn’t end up buying anything.

Part One

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Word Count: 2030

Triggers/warnings: claustrophobia?... Maybe...?

I had my show in the Devildom. It was successful. He didn’t show up though.

Mc sighed, putting her journal down. As much as she hated to admit it, she was too upset to make much more of an entry for the day. It had been her first show in the Devildom, and it had been a huge success. She should be happy. No other show had ever been as successful. She wanted to be happy. She wasn’t though.

Mc got up to open her suitcase. She had made a secret compartment to carry the letter S had written to her. It had given her a lot of strength over the years and she almost considered it a good luck charm at this point. She reread the letter, laying down on the bed, though she knew it by heart at this point. 

She knew she was probably projecting too much on S. Besides the letter, she had only spoken with him maybe half an hour. Why was she so caught up on him? She didn’t even know his real name. Yes, he had greatly impacted her life and his letter and words of comfort had been a constant companion, but what did she actually know about him?

A sharp rap at her door interrupted her search, “Mc? Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Luke entered her room, carrying a tray of tea.

“I figured you could use some tea after the day you’ve had.”

“Oh, thank you,” Mc smiled softly as Luke brought over a chair.

“Still upset?” Luke asked, pouring a cup for Mc.

“Hmmm?”

“Ever since the show you’ve seemed unhappy. Kind of depressed, like when you were a child.”

“Ah, well, I was a bit upset that my artist talk was interrupted so abruptly.”

“That turned out alright though, didn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s just not the same,” Mc shrugged, taking the proffered tea.

“So, that’s seriously what’s bothering you?” Luke asked, his eyebrow arched, then, “You’ll have plenty more shows down here if Diavolo had anything to say about it.”

“You think so?”

Luke smiled and shook his head at Mc, “Of course, silly. Barbatos told me all about it when I was getting the tea.”

“Well, I’m glad. I like it here, even though most of my time so far has been spent in that gallery space.”

“Well, I don’t know how much Michael likes it down here. I kept telling him he needs to ask Diavolo about Lucifer, but he says it’d be improper.”

Mc snorted, “Well, we wouldn’t want to be improper now would we?”

“He’ll be so surprised when he finds out what Diavolo’s planning for next week.”

“Hmmm?”

“I can’t tell you about it yet. It’s not set in stone, so I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Luuuuke! Where are you?” Michael’s voice came drifting from down the stairs, “I can’t figure out how to turn on the light in here!”

Luke rubbed his temple, “I’ve explained it like three times… Hold on! I’ll be down in a second!” Luke kissed Mc on the cheek, “Get some sleep and cheer up Sis.”

“Thanks Luke,” Mc smiled up at him, “I do have the best big brother don’t I?”

Luke grinned happily, “Good night Mc.”

After he left, Mc’s smile faltered and then fell. Her thoughts returning to before he had come in, “I should probably find something to do to break me out of this. Sulking in my room isn’t going to get me anywhere. I do have a whole castle to explore, though I don’t know how much of it I’m allowed to explore… Surely they couldn’t get too mad about me checking out the library…” and with that, she put her letter back in it’s secret place and left her room.

The castle was quiet, the padding of her feet the only sound. I guess even demons sleep. Her knowledge of demons seemed woefully inadequate as opposed to the knowledge she had about anything else that interested her. There just hadn’t been much information to find in the Celestial Realm unless it was how to defeat a demon, or to break the influence they had over a human. Of course she’d also heard the stories about the Great Celestial War. Six angels, led by the Morningstar himself, had gone on a rampage, and had been cast out. Being a scholar, Mc had never found a reason why they had rebelled, though she had read a lot of theories, most of them mere speculation that cast angels in the purest light possible. These, of course, she hadn’t listened to too intent;y. She knew angels had a lot of secrets already, being privy to many of them; they weren’t entirely innocent in many respects. She suspected this was true of this instance as well.

The library proved to be hard to find in one night, but by the time Mc felt sleep start to pull her back to her room, she had the layout of the castle halls almost memorized. She had actually found it easy to do, easier than almost every other place she’d been in. Of course, she didn’t know everything about the castle. If this castle didn’t prove to have a lot of secret doors and passageways, she would be sorely disappointed.

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The fog was so thick Mc felt like she could chew it. The ground beneath her feet was soft, but it didn’t feel like anything she knew. There was no sound, not even her breathing. Just a murky white everywhere. Mc couldn’t remember how she got here or what she was doing here, but she was searching. No time to think. No time to remember. She needed to find it. She had lost it. It hadn’t been on purpose, but it had happened. She would find it though. Surely she could find it. It was the most important thing. Cherished. Loved. So important.

The world was growing colder. Her hands were stinging and her feet were clumsy. She could still feel though. So cold. Too cold to move, yet she did. Nothing should be working right now. She should’ve collapsed long ago. How long ago? How long had she been here? Did it matter?

She hadn’t found the thing yet. What was it? If she found it, she’d be warm. It would keep her warm and safe. No more searching. She would never lose it again. She just needed to find it.

A dim light started to pulse slowly. Was that it? Was that what she had lost? No. Maybe it could help her find it. The light got brighter as she continued forward. What was it? Light was good though, right? Light was a marker. Light could help the lost. It illuminated. It could help her find it.

The light was now right in front of her. It was so bright! Almost blindingly so. The area around her started to heat up, her feet and hands throbbing with relief. Was this it? What she had been searching for? Something within her screamed to turn around, but the heat was so welcome, even if it hurt. Hurt worse than anything she knew. She would be safe here. If she had to keep searching, so be it. She just needed to rest a bit. She reached out to the light, her hand backlit against the light. She grabbed at the light, and was then falling.

Mc gasped, sitting up straight in bed. Where was the light? Where was she? After a couple moments, Mc remembered where she was. On a bed. In a guest room. In Lord Diavolo’s castle. In the Devildom.

Mc reached for the glass on the bedside table with shaking hands. Spilling a little on her blankets, she tried to shake off the claustrophobic feeling that lingered. She hadn’t had a dream about her first memory in a while. After she had become an angel she had learned about what happened to human souls after they passed. Some found their way straight to the Celestial Realm, blinking and waking up to the eternal light. Some were wanderers though. While many wandered just a little while, some wandered endlessly through the fog she had experienced. Though the angels didn’t know exactly what caused this, many of those who wandered a long time before finding their way to the Celestial Realm were sad in some way, as she was.

She had gone home that day and asked Simeon about it, and he had told her she had wandered the longest of any soul in the Celestial Realm. She had been very cold and it had taken a while for her to wake up. She had been a little horrified, and Simeon assured her it was nothing to be concerned or ashamed about. It was simply a fact and no one held it against her, least of all Luke or him. She had wanted to believe him so bad, but everyone treated her lasting loneliness as a bad thing, so she had been forced to hide it. Pretend she didn’t feel lonely. Pretend she was fine.

She fumbled for something to distract herself and found her DDD. She worked for a second and finally turned it on, the light actually hurting her eyes. They adjusted quickly though and she groaned as she saw it was nowhere near time to get up. The thought of falling asleep again was not an option so she decided to start scrolling though Devilgram. Apparently the app was rather old as far as in-vogue apps went, but Lord Diavolo had said he would never use a different social media app, so it persisted as the number one app. She still wasn’t really used to the layout, Luke having helped her set up her artist’s talk.

She went to the post and found a lot of comments and likes. She started reading them, smiling as people praised the ingenuity of her work, frowning slightly at those who were impressed “an angel could have such an eye for art”, and rolling her eyes at the comments that criticized her species, clearly just upset she was an angel.

As she continued reading however, she ran across a couple comments asking if anyone had more information about the demons who had caused quite the uproar during the artists talk. Confused, because everyone had been very respectful at the center, Mc opened the replies, and found a whole thread of people who were upset they had been pushed and otherwise knocked out of the way of one demon who had been running through the maze following another demon who had been flying. Many speculated they were the reason the artists' talk had been cut short, and some theorized they were running to the center to harm her. A couple people tried to cut through the noise, stating the demons in question were Mammon and Satan, both Avatars of Sin. Most of the comments about this said Mammon acting this way seemed normal, but they couldn’t understand why Satan would do something like that. It seemed so out of character, a lot of the replies to these comments said they were either liars or sorely mistaken thinking it was Satan.

Mc’s heart jolted a little bit, seeing Mammon’s name. She recognized it as one of the angels who had fallen, and the name Satan had been mentioned in some history accounts as having taken form from Lucifer’s anger, though the information on him had been scarce and some thought he was just a myth. After all, how could someone be born from an emotion?

So, he’s real after all. Not that I thought he wasn’t, or at least, I figured there was at least some truth to the stories. Oh, someone has a picture of them. Wait… Is that?

At that moment, the app shut down.

“No, no, no, no,” Mc said, clicking the app again. It couldn’t have been… Could it? Her screen changed, but nothing loaded. An error message then popped up on screen, saying the app could not load, and to try again later.

Mc sat stunned for a second before springing into action.

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Part Seven

[thegc4life]

Do you any other Hawks fic ideas you'd like to write? Or is Hawks-sensei all you've got on your mind right now?

Wyv. You know not what you ask. I have to put them in categories, Wyv. Categories.

Kid!Hawks:

-Kid!Hawks growing up with the LOV (both as a permanent thing and various ridiculous drabbles) This involves Unwilling Big Brother Shigaraki, scarily willing Big SisterToga who knows all the coolest knife tricks, Best Uncle Twice who sometimes on his real good days doubles as temporary Dad, the Dad who teaches you how to hot wire cars and laugh people’s money straight out of their wallets Compress, mother-henning can-not-leave-you-alone-for-one-god-damn-minute Spinner, True Mom Kurogiri, Big Sis Mag who seems to be the only actual one that realizes that children need to sleep at some point for the love of god, extremely confused but horrifically soft Dabi who may or may not eventually turn his whole life around because of this feathered idiot that needs someone to make sure he lives a happy life whether it be a permanent shrinking or not. Oh, and Machia. The best Mountain Monster Dog brother (?) a boy could ask for.

-Kid!Hawks with UA (staff edition) also both in temporary and permanent circumstances. Temporary is already in progress. Permanent? Oh boy, permanent world. They raise him within UA so as to keep him from the Commission. Hawks often sits in on their classes with coloring books, picture books, or just to sit there and watch them. He is very smart. He picks up on things, but mostly he just likes being around all the staff. He picks a new person to sleep with every week because some of them have really shitty sleep schedules and even as a kid he knows they would feel bad keeping him up, thus forcing them to go to bed through good-person guilt so he tragets the sleepiest looking people for the week (hint: Aizawa gets picked a lot, and even if he’s not sleep deprived Hawks would pick him because he adores his grumpy cat Dad). Thirteen does crafts with him all the time. She watches every kid show and gets really into it with him. Hawks and Mic make the meals and they sing the entire time. They sing together throughout the day. Hawks will chirp out a line of notes and out of nowhere Hizashi will burst in to sing the lyrics. Midnight reads him bedtime stories cause her voices are the best. She does his nails and lets him do hers. He practices on the UA students to surprise her with new designs (the students fall over their own feet to offer to be his test subject). Snipe does little challenges with him. Things that, while technically helping him get used to controlling his quirk, are more fun than anything else because Hawks enjoys using his feathers in games. Hawks dresses up like a cowboy for an entire month, quoting old western movies and driving everyone but a very proud Snipe up the wall. Hound Dog and Hawks go on walks together ALL THE TIME. They explore the woods around UA and Hound Dog tells Cementoss to change up the geography every once in a while so they have something new to explore. He teaches Hawks how to go camping and Hawks fricken adores him and is always on his shoulders just kicking his feet or napping in Hound Dogs hair. Ectoplasm is Hawks favorite person to play any kind of tag based game because the others are too easy to catch with his feathers. But with Ectoplasm and all his clones? hawks goes nuts. Ectoplasm cried once when Hawks asked Aizawa for peg legs for Halloween and when someone asks him if he wants to be a pirate he says no because he wants to be a super cool hero like Ecto for Halloween. No one will be as cool as him. Hawks fricken loves Vlad. Like, adores him. Whenever Vlad is in the room Hawks will just go hang off his shoulders, or tuck under his arms with a book to read, or just lean against him. He has a little stuffed bull dog that has Vlad’s exact resting bitch face and carries it with him every time he leaves the dorm because he feels safer with it. He goes to Vlad when he’s injured because Vlad just takes care of it, gives him a hug, and doesn’t tell him to be more careful. Just asks if Hawks learned something and moves on. Hawks and Nezu are penpals. They see eachother every single day, but they are penpals. Hawks grows up with the most beautiful calligraphy handwriting because he keeps trying to out-do Nezu’s. He absolutely tattles on every single teacher in these letters, giving Nezu years worth of blackmail. Hawks thinks Nezu is a stuffed animal until he is fourteen because Nezu never fesses up. He just thinks the staff is even cooler for letting a stuffed animal run the place. He only ever cries around Nezu.

-Kid!Hawks UA(Student edition): So many. There’s lines I’ve written where they’re still in school when Hawks is kidified. When they’re already pros. In Canon, in Hawks-sensei, I even a small blurb sentence of Deku running a preschool that Hawks gets put into in an AU with quirks still. I can’t even... there’s too many students, cause I’d do all 1-A and 1-B. My favorite one to randomly wake up in a panick and write about though is the one where it’s Hawks-sensei verse based and Kid!Hawks gets taken in by the Monoma family. Rui and Eiko are older and Monoma is a pro-hero by then. The pure amount of fluff, sass, and Hawks spoiling that will happen. Big Brother Rui and Bigger Sister Eiko.  I think about this one a lot.

-I’m currently (slowly but progressing) writing a gift for @saltwater-sweets where Kid!Hawks is taken in by the Uraraka family. Like, he’s not even shrunk in this one. Uraraka’s newlywed parents were involved in the accident he first saved people in and they found him before the Commission. They realized his homelife situation and opened their home to him and now he is Uraraka’s big brother and that one line I threw out there? About him being a global superpower in household moving? Teaming up with Uraraka for that? Yeah.

-Kid!League of Villains and adult Hawks. Yeah, you heard me. They all get shrunk instead of him. And he can’t just... turn them in. They’re kids. They haven’t done any of the crimes their older counterparts have. And if it’s a permanent thing? They stay kids? Then he has a chance to really, truly save them. To give them the happy lives stolen from them. The Commission doesn’t like that. So Hawks takes them and runs. Dabi can be an adult too, I guess, if that’s the ship or something, but I just really wanna write Kid!LOV and Dad!Hawks.

-Kid!Aizawa. Dad!Hawks. Same concept. Beautiful dream. Need I say more.

-Kid!Hawks, Best Jeanist

-Kid!Hawks Gang Orca

-Kid!Hawks RUMI!!

Vigilante Hawks:

- Raven was born and I dived down that rabbit hole so fast I went back in time. Raven. But from a way earlier age. Those guys mugging Hawks when he was fifteen? The spark. Hawks stayed on the streets, he never went back, and he learned some things. He got some freedom, learned some shit, and realized that hero society was pretty fucked up. Shigaraki starts the LOV up and realizes there’s this whole underground community he was never aware of that Hawks has been building for years. It’s great.

-Hawks was never found by the Commission so he was never ‘Hawks’. His Dad raised him as a criminal but Hawks, with his little heart of gold, took every chance he could to make something good out of the bad deeds. Then he got old enough and he took full control. You ever seen the Levi OVA’s of Attack on Titan? Where he’s walking down the stairs and you realize every single person there is part of a huge ass gang of awesome with Levi at the head? That. THAT.

-Hawks loses his shit in Canon and goes completely AWOL. full Feral. He sees the problems, and he is prepared to do whatever it takes get rid of them. Whatever it takes.

AU Hawks

-Horribly injured, recently retired at the ripe old age of 23, and looking for something to save him from depression. Hawks meets Todoroki Fuyumi who gets him a job at her school. This one makes my brain happy.

-Takami Keigo and Todoroki Natsuo meet in college, graduate together, join the same hospital, and open one as partners as soon as they can. Ship or no ship, they go through their entire lives together. (I just... I really like the Todoroki sibs, okay?)

-Takami Keigo was born a lot earlier. So much, earlier, in fact that he is classmates with this overly optimistic ball of light named Yagi Toshinori and the grumpy ball of flame Todoroki Enji. Big Three anyone? Also, everyone needs a dumb smart birb to keep them sane. Hawks loves his friends, and he’ll kick anyone’s ass that tries to hurt them be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. Also, he meets Nana. 

-I LOVE THE IMAGINARY KAMAKIRI FAMILY DYNAMIC OKAY?! literally anything with Hawks involved in their lives, okay?! I did not expect to spiral so hard when I made up Hideo and his relationship with Kamakiri but my god did I spiral! I just really love them!

-I’m a sucker for the classics. Tattoo/flower. Coffee shop. College. Roommates. Love. 

- (she made me write this) a story surrounding the amazing love story of my sister and Iida Tenya with Aizawa crashes the wedding even though he was invited and Mirio is her maid of honor, with Eri as the ring bearer, and All Might is the flower girl. Twice is the officiator. Uraraka releases a flock of fake pigeons (not real ones cause they don’t deserve that). Oh, and everyone else is there too, I guess. Except for Mineta. Cause he’s in jail.

Right now, at this very moment, I can not for the life of me think of any others but I KNOW there’s at least seven more that I just can’t remember because my brain is work dead. Wyv. @wyvernspirit do you see what you’ve opened here? Close the box! Close it before it’s too late! There is always more! I am never without MORE ideas!