#he went by an alias until he got caught

[sea-jello]

movie morro au where morro is literally a fucking criminal in juvie. it’s bad enough that lloyds the son of garmadon, his cousin is considered a mastermind escape artist who might be a high ranking gang member and has never gotten caught for a solid 3 years. no one knows how he does it. it’s like the air itself assists him in escaping

update guys ive got more check #jellos movie morro au in the tags 👇

[mixtape-racha]

should i stay or should i go | hwang hyunjin

who knew the quiet girl in the back of the algebra classroom, and the campus's golden boy would have so much in common? // minors dni, 18+

words: 4.3k // warnings: camboy!hyunjin x camgirl!reader, dom!hyunjin, oral (f. recieving), tiny hint to orgasm control, protected piv, "sir" and "princess", recorded sex, illusions to aftercare, reader is kind of a brat and teases hyunjin at first, hinted multiple rounds, slight degradation but mostly praise

“g’night, guys. dream of me!” hyunjin grinned, biting his lip as he leaned forward to turn off his livestream camera.

he felt sticky, and messy, but god did it feel good. he worked quickly to find his wipes and clean the cum off of his torso before it dried, before pulling out his favorite lounge pants and a baggy shirt.

sure, cam work was often frowned upon, but why shouldn’t he get paid for allowing others to view his pleasure? why shouldn’t he indulge himself in the compliments of strangers on twitter who oh-so loyally reminded him how beautiful he was under every lewd or nude he posted?

in fact, he didn’t understand why people wouldn’t want that for themselves.

of course, it also helped that he was surrounded by many followers and mutuals who were even more attractive than him, making many online friends who enjoyed their sexuality just as much as he did.

speaking of which, he needed to reply to a dm from his favorite mutual. she was gorgeous in every sense of the word - and her personality even more so. they’d began talked after she praised him under one of his only cumshot videos on the app, and instantly bonded from there. it was her who had introduced him to the camming site she used, hyunjin having instantly made an account - at first, to watch his new friend’s streams, but eventually starting his own.

his most recent conversations with his friend - who used the online alias of “jae” - was about their many, many requests from their followers for a collab. either for a twitter post, or a stream, it seemed their fans weren’t too fussed. they entertained the idea, and were currently in the process of figuring out if it was actually a good idea for them.

he was more than keen - jae’s body was gorgeous, and he’d rubbed one out to her twitter posts more than once. and - although he’d never admit it - he was a frequent viewer of her streams. that was where jae and himself differed though. she was too caught up in keeping her viewers occupied, that she hadn’t had a chance to watch one of his streams, and he never showed his face in twitter posts. 

so, in short, she didn’t know what he looked like. and neither did he truly know what she looked like, because she’s never done a face reveal on twitter or on a stream. he was only fortunate enough to have endless content of her gorgeous tits and pretty pussy to indulge in when he needed it.

a week later, and it was almost time. hyunjin and jae had agreed to meet at a bar near his campus, to see how their dynamic went. the agreement was that if either party felt uncomfortable, they would go no further and call the idea off. if they both felt comfortable, well…. jae would take hyunjin back to her apartment. they’d see how things went there, take a few photos for twitter and maybe if they both wanted.

then - all things successful - the following weekend, they’d do a joint stream, streaming live on both their accounts simultaneously for maximum viewers. that was his idea, a whim decision that he was surprised jae agreed too.

hyunjin dressed in his nicest semi-casual outfit before grabbing all the essentials in his bag - wallet, keys, charger, airpods, phone - before grabbing a bottle of lube and some condoms. just to be on the safe side, he told himself. he didn’t know why he was so nervous, this was literally part of his job. and he’d been talking to jae for months now. he had no reason to be scared.

that was until he got to the bar and had every reason to be scared. sitting in a booth in the corner, exactly where jae had told him she was sitting, was you. y/n l/n, the pretty girl in the back of his algebra class. there was no way, right? he cautiously approached the table, hands shaking slightly. oh god, was it really someone he knew on the other end of the phone that entire time?

“jae?” he asked, wincing at the way his voice broke, and his heart thumping when your head whipped up. you looked like a deer caught in headlights as you realized who was stood in front of you, and instantly you both worried that this was a bad idea.

“oh my god… hyunjin?” but what surprised him most was the way you broke into a grin. “thank god, i was so worried it was actually going to be a creepy old man catfishing me… come! come sit!”

were you always so bubbly? hyunjin had always known who you were, but this was so different to the quiet girl in the back of the algebra class, one airpod in at all times, glasses donning her face and never talking. he was almost whiplashed - he’d really misjudged you.

“so… i mean, know that we’ve known each other previously, do you still want to do this? if not, no harm done, and i promise i won’t tell anyone if you don’t tell anyone about me.” you asked softly, picking up on hyunjin’s hesitance - not that it was hard, he wore all his emotions on his sleeve.

“no! no, i still want to do this.. i guess i’m just.. surprised? i never expected jae to be someone i knew.”

you grinned at that, reaching out to grab his hand across the table comfortingly.

“i get it. i didn’t expect you to be someone i knew, either. but honestly, this works really well for me. you’re hot, and i feel more comfortable knowing you’re not a complete stranger.”

he flushed at your words, but hoped you couldn’t tell under the dim lights of the bar.

“do you wanna get a couple of drinks before we head back to mine? maybe some shots, just to ease the nerves? my teat.” you smiled, pulling out your purse as hyunjin shook his head rapidly.

“no, no i can pay for my drinks!”

“hyunjin,” you laughed. “its fine. got a big tip last night, nearly $600 dollars from a private stream. my treat.” you insisted, taking his drink order before wandering over to the bar.

he couldn't help the way he watched your ass as you walked, the tight skirt doing nothing to help his already raging boner. if he’d known you were so confident, he would’ve made a move on you sooner. in all honesty, hyunjin had always had an eye for you - you were so, so pretty. the whole nerdy thing you had going on really turned him on too - you seemed so innocent, and it played into his whole corruption fantasy. but knowing now that it wasn’t true - that you were secretly a freak? it was a whole new level of turned-on. if he could, he would’ve ravished you in the toilet cubicles of the bar, but he was more classy than that. maybe next time.

before he could realize the implications of his thoughts, you came back over, passing him his drink before sipping on yours as you took a seat.

“so i was thinking we could cover the basics here? safe words, hard limits, that sort of thing? it seemed too impersonal to do over messages, you know?”

god, he didn’t think he could get more attracted to you. he barely could keep track of your conversation, only spaced-in enough to cover the most important topics. his cock throbbed in his jeans when you leaned over the table towards him, tits squeezing together perfectly under your tiny shirt. the skirt you wore hugged your hips in a way that had hyunjin trying not to drool, and your thighs looked so, so biteable in contrast to the material adorning them.

he was so out of it, he couldn’t even trace the moment that you’d left the bar to go back to your apartment, not until you pushed him against the back of the door and asked him to kiss you with big doe eyes.

and how could he refuse? when you looked up at him like he was the only god you could ever submit to? when you begged so nicely? when your hands tightened on his shirt in anticipation?

he gripped your jaw, pulling your face up to meet his as he kissed you in a flurry of clashing teeth and spit. he wanted to be gentle, to be careful with you, but he couldn’t help himself. he needed you so bad, and it was like his body was acting on its own accord.

like when he flipped your positions, so you were the one pressed against the door. a moan left your lips and went tumbling into his at the way our back hit the door, and he felt himself throb at how pretty you sounded. he was quick to hoist one of your legs over his hip, pressing his body against your as much as he could.

as his tongue entered your mouth, battling yours for dominance which you inevitably surrendered to him, he grabbed a fistful of your ass, the feel of your skin making him groan against you.

he was quick to pull away from your mouth with a pop, smirking as you whined before attaching his plump lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. you keened, back arching against the door and pushing your tits against him perfectly. he tapped your ass harshly, before lifting at your other leg, hinting for you to jump as he wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively trapping you against the door.

the display of strength had you clenching around nothing, hands tugging at his hair as you panted and whined into the darkness of your apartment.

“bedroom, hyun. take me to my bedroom.” you whimpered as he bit down on your jugular, rocking your hips against him. “last door on the right.”

he grunted in response, carrying you across the expanse of your apartment, kicking open your bedroom door when he reached it. he was fast to kick it shut behind him, dropping you onto the bed once close enough and looking down at you with eyes so blown-out with lust he looked feral.

you felt small under his gaze, embarrassment flushing across you in a way it hadn’t in a long time. cam work and your nsfw twitter had built a whole new confidence in you - you felt like femme fatale, someone who could have boys falling to their knees to worship the ground she walked on, only to have hyunjin blow it all away within moments. you couldn’t remember the last time you’d wanted someone this bad, and you were damned sure you were going to make him give you what you wanted.

your hand slipped down to your skirt, lifting the material as you slipped your panties to the side, looking up at him with doe eyes as your finger circled your clit. you were so wet it was unreal, and he could’ve sworn you were about to start dripping all over the bed below you.

“gonna fuck me now, hyunie? gonna make me feel good like you promised so many times on twitter? need you so bad, need you to fill me up.” your words drawled out slightly slurred, the visual of his cock jumping beneath his jeans making you involuntarily clench around nothing. but oh, it made something in your mind click, smirking as you enticed him even more with your teasing.

“why don’t we stream it, yeah? then everyone can see what a fucking slut you are for me?”

he growled in response, lunging forward to push your thighs apart as far as they could, his eyes fixed on your cunt, slick dripping out of your greedy hole.

“oh, i’m a slut, hmm? well then, we don’t we show your viewers how quickly you’re going to cream on my cock, yeah? make them watch as you beg me to cum inside of you, have my cum dripping out of you as a reminder of how bad you want me?”

you were so caught off guard at the change of demeanor that he showed, you didn’t even realize that he’d floated over to your computer, which had your streaming site booted up in the background in case of an impromptu stream - just like now, you supposed.

turning back to you, his face had relaxed and his eyes showed concern.

“are you sure about this, what about if they accidentally see your face?” your heart warmed at his worry, shaking your head in response.

“i don’t care. collab stream with you and face reveal? two birds with one stone, just need you to hurry up and fuck me.”

at your words, his face hardened again, and he smirked, typing in the title for the stream and turning it on. instantly, pings from your computer informed you that people were joining, and it had you more turned on - if that were even possible.

‘face reveal + a special guest: surprise lovelies xoxo ~ jaecums // callmehhj’

“gonna let me ravish you now, then? let sir turn you into a brainless cumdump on his cock?”

your eyes fluttered, threatening to roll to the back of your head as hyunjin approached you once more, biting your lip as you nodded, whining out a yes.

“come on, princess. you gotta use your words for me, yeah? how else will i know what my slutty girl wants?” he asked, faux sympathy dripping from his voice as he knelt on the end of the bed, long fingers circling your hole.

“please, sir, please, need you, need you to fuck me so bad, sir, please-!”

your words were cut off as he removed himself from the bed, kneeling on the floor and pulling you towards him by your thighs. your legs hung over his shoulders, ass perched on the edge of the bed as he kissed softly up your thighs.

“gotta let me hear those pretty moans as i eat you out first, though. gonna make you cum on my face before my cock even goes near you.”

you keened as he pushed his face against your core, nose swiping against your clit as he flattened his tongue against you.  “oh, fuck–!”

he hummed in appreciation, the vibrations making your hips buck against him as he messily made out with your clit, spit and arousal dripping down onto his chin. your hands laced their way through hyunjin’s long hair, grip tightening every time he decided to tease you by dipping his tongue into your hole.

his fingers were digging into your skin deliciously, and you were sure you’d have marks left behind to remind you that this wasn’t just a fever dream. your moans were bouncing off the walls, and even then you could hear the messy slurping of hyunjin gathering all of your arousal that he could into his mouth.

he was like a man starved between your legs, and it had your stomach tightening unbelievably fast. there was no way– you’d never come this fast, especially from oral. was hyunjin superhuman? you couldn’t believe that you were already feeling a coil tightening and a warm tingling spreading up through your body already.

your hands threaded further through his hair, hips bucking wildly as you tugged his face deeper into your core. “oh, shit– oh fuck, sir, m’gonna cum–!” you cried, toes curling as you tried to fend off your building release. “please! pleasepleaseplease-!” your words came out slurred, and hyunjin smirked to himself between your legs as he pulled away from your swollen clit with a pop.

he quickly replaced his lips with his fingers, rubbing delicate figure-eights on your bud while he looked up at you with faux doe eyes. “gonna cum, yeah? you gonna cum for me, baby?”

but it wasn’t enough for you as tears sprung behind your eyes, digging the heels of your feet into his shoulders. “please, sir-! please, let me cum for you, please!”

hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly before his face hardened once more and his fingers sped up on your clit. he began pressing kisses to your thighs, biting and sucking at the plush skin.

“go on, princess. cum for me. cum all over sir’s face, yeah?”

and as soon as the words left his mouth, he pushed his nose against your bud, tongue lapping at your hole and the coil in your stomach snapped. you keened, back arching as your juices flooded hyunjin’s mouth, him moaning against your core in appreciation.

he stayed nestled between your thighs until your legs started twitching in overstimulation and you began pushing his head away. but god, he’d never get over the way you tasted. it was official - he’d never be able to give any other girl oral because it would never be as perfect as the way your thighs wrapped around his head. he was a goner.

hauling himself onto his feet, hyunjin wrapped an arm around your back to pull you to meet him halfway in a sloppy kiss, the taste of your slick falling from his mouth to yours.  you moaned against his lips, hands falling to grip onto him any way you could before realizing he was still fully dressed. you sharply pulled away from the kiss, brows furrowed and lower lips falling out in a pout.

“take it off,” you grumbled, pulling at the material of his shirt, frown only deepening when he chuckled at you. but you could forgive him for that, you could forgive him for anything - especially when he looked that fucking good. planes of muscled, honey skin exposed to you, and you wanted nothing more than to pin him down and cover him in bites and bruises. however, you didn’t think he’d let you get away with that, so you let your hands fall to his belt, quickly undoing it in hopes he’d get the hint.

as he began removing the offending items, you slipped your skirt and top off, leaving you in just a lacy bra, to which hyunjin grinned. “so desperate for me, huh? wasn’t enough that i made you cum once, was it? my greedy girl.”

“need you inside me, please,” you whimpered, reaching out to pull him towards you. “need you to fuck me, sir, come on.”

he leaned down to plant a kiss on your head, before stepping away to retrieve a condom from his wallet. it was in that moment of silence that you could truly appreciate how many pings were coming from your computer, an indication of how much people were enjoying the stream. you were kind of excited to see how many tips you got, and were curious to see if hyunjin would easily accept half of whatever you made - he seemed like the type of guy to refuse, but you could be just as stubborn.

when he came back, he had put the condom on his length, and you nearly drooled seeing it up close. his dick was…. well, gorgeous. there was no other way to put it, and you knew damn well that you were going to be screaming with pleasure faster than you ever had.

“gonna fuck you so full of me, yeah? let everyone see what a dirty bitch you really are.”

he clambered on top of you, kneeling with one hand next to your hip and the other on his length to guide it against your hole. he’d barely put the tip in before you moaned, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at how fucked out you were.

“calm down, love. let me at least get inside you before you go all brainless.”

but you couldn’t help the way you writhed and keened as he pushed ever-so-slowly further into you, not stopping until he was sheathed inside you, his public bone resting against your plush thighs.

he had his lower lip tucked between his teeth to stop himself from drowning out your pretty whimpers, but also to ground himself - you felt so warm and tight, it took everything in him not to nut straight away. he couldn’t. you deserved to squirt all over him before he even considered finishing.

you reached for his arm, fingers coming to grip the muscle as he began to shallowly thrust, the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls making your head fall back as you let out a contented sigh. you didn’t think you’d ever felt so full in your life, and it was heavenly. every vein on his cock, every twitch, the way his tip stretched you out so perfectly for the rest of him. oh yeah, you could die happy now.

your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him against you as he rocked his hips, not wanting to overwhelm you and pound into you how he wanted. his eyes bored into your skin, making you blush at the way he held such affection for you in his pretty eyes. it was freeing, and overwhelming, and heartwarming all at once.

once you’d been reasonably adjusted to his size, he pulled his hips back as far as your grip would allow him, leaving just the tip inside, before thrusting forward against such force it sent your body back up the bed at least an inch. you cried out, clenching on him as drool began pooling at your lips from your want— no, your need for him to ruin you.

“please, sir,” you slurred, fingers gripping at his skin as tight as the heat in your body would let you. “fuck me properly, please. wanna make a mess, wanna make you cum.”

he then growled at your words, hips speeding up almost instantly. your body rocked in its spot on the bed, tits bouncing with the pure force he was driving into you at.

the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and if you strained your ears you could hear the squelching noise your pussy made as your arousal dripped out, coating the sheets beneath you.

you knew you’d get a noise complaint from your neighbor if you kept squealing the way you were, but you couldn’t help it. especially not when hyunjin bit down on your neck, tongue rubbing over the sensitive skin, making you let out an almost animalistic howl.

it felt like he was hitting the deepest parts of you, and you couldn’t get enough of it. the way his hair swayed, the way sweat was dripping down his forehead, the way he looked at you like he wanted nothing more than to tie you down and use you as his own personal sex toy. even the way he moaned when you clenched around him, god you were obsessed.

you felt a fire building in your abdomen as he leant back on his knees, eyes trained on watching his cock glide in and out of you, and you held your legs up to your chest to give him a better view. at that, he threw his head back and let out a heavenly groan, causing you to clench around him once again.

you snaked a hand down to your clit, rubbing it furiously as the leg it was holding fell into place naturally on hyunjin’s shoulder. you were so aching close, so close you could feel your walls begging for it, but you just needed a final push.

hooking your foot around his neck, you pushed hyunjin towards you, instantly grabbing his lips with your own. it was messy, and disgusting, but you loved it. all drool, and teeth clashing, tongues wrapped around each other like that's how they’d always been.

the new angle allowed hyunjin to reach ever deeper - hitting the deepest parts of you that you didn’t even know where possible. he reached a hand up to tweak at your nipple, and you whined into his mouth as it sent you hurling into an orgasm, back arching to push your chests together.

the way you clamped down on him sent him head-first into his own release, his hips stuttering as you felt each throb of his cock as he filled the condom. you were both breathing heavily, almost panting as he pulled away from this kiss, thrusting shallowly a few more times to ride you both through your release.

your chest was heaving, and you felt like you’d ascended. all floaty and gooey, head sinking into the pillow beneath it as your eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss. hyunjin peppered a few soft kisses across your cheeks as he carefully pulled out, rubbing your hips comfortingly when you winced.

“good?” he asked quietly, so quiet that your computer wouldn’t pick it up, and you nodded without opening your eyes.

“so good.”

you felt him crawl backwards and leave the bed, opening your bleary eyes to follow his figure around the room. you couldn’t bring yourself to move just yet, though. you thought all your bones had disappeared and you’d sink straight back into the bed if you tried.

once he’d come back to the bed from ending the stream and tossing the used condom in the bin, he scooped you into his arms and planted a soft kiss on your temple.

“you’re staying tonight, right?” you asked softly, nuzzling your head against him. “don’t think i can let you go after that.” exhaustion flooded your voice and he chuckled.

“course i am, silly. but we gotta get you showered, okay? then i can order in some food and we can watch a movie or something, yeah?”

you nodded softly.

“join me in the shower?”

“oh, i don’t think that’s a good idea, princess. you’re shattered.”

“please, jinnie,” you pleaded, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “need you to cum down my throat before anything else, and sharing a shower means saving water, after all.”

he laughed at your enthusiasm, and nodded, agreeing.

“okay. okay, whatever you want. but then - food and sleep, okay?” he grinned, scooping you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom.

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[mariaxman]

BEAST X FEM!READER

Resume: you didn’t think Hank’d ever move on from Raven, and if he did, he wouldn’t be interested in you of all people… well, sometimes the world works in weird ways, doesn’t it?

A/N: this is pretty short I’m SO sorry😭

You didn’t know when your life turned into what it had, a shit show. In ‘62, Charles Xavier and Erik lehnsherr had shown up at your job as a teacher in downtown Winchester. They were.. peculiar, to say the least. But, you weirdly… trusted them both almost immediately. Maybe it was because they were both mutant too, or just their aura. You didn’t know, but you never regretted joining them, trough thick and thin, you were there. You made friends, and a crush.

Hank McCoy, a brilliant man your age had caught your attention almost immediately. He was peculiar, yet so.. easy to love, y’know? But, you weren’t dense, you saw the way he looked at Raven. Honestly, you couldn’t even blame him. God she was drop-dead-gorgeous, and had great naming skill! She’s the one who came up with your alias, Electropath, for your ability to manipulate and create electricity. So, you kept your feelings burried deep down. But no matter how hard you tried, they never fully left your heart. You loved Hank McCoy, wether that was a curse or blessing, you’d take it to the grave if you had to.

The then Cuba accident happened, Erik and Ravel left, which crushed Hank’s poor heart and yours. Charles was left handicapped. You thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, right? Oh boy were you in for a treat. The Vietnam war, got so many students and friends of yours drafted Charles shut down the school. He lost himself in alcohol, didn’t take care of himself and… altered his mutation to be able to walk, or as he said, ‘to sleep’. The man who believed in nothing more than Mutant justice, took away he own mutation.

You knew were he was coming from, the voices in his head must have been excruciating.. but it didn’t stop your heartache. On one hand, you watched as your friend’s mental health plummeted like nothing else, and on the other… you had unrequited love. The latter was much less of a concern though.

You don’t want to get into details, but you basically saved the world, TWICE.

Once in 1973 and the other ten years later. Between then, the school came back into flow, students roaming the halls, you were able to do what you surprisingly missed a lot from your old life before all.. this. Teaching.

You taught science at Charles Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. The students loved you and you loved the students, nothing else mattered to you. Well, maybe a certain furry blue man, but.. it isn’t the same, isn’t it?.

Present day

You roamed the empty halls after last period, most students retrieved to their room or went outside to do god knows what. You hummed with a smile on your face. You class had gone very well today, no mishaps or rowdy students. You were content, until you spotted a familiar blue man, your smile widened as you walked over to the man, standing next to his sitting form. You bend down to his lever slowly

‘’Hey’’ you utter in his ear. Beast shudders and full on jump.

‘’Stars and garters!’’ He exclaims and shoots around while you laugh, settling down next to him.

‘’Why did you do that, Y/N?’’ He quizzes, a hand over his chest. You shrug.

‘’I don’t know, I just felt like it. What are you looking at?’’ You look out the window to find a bunch of teens playing a game of volleyball. A smile spreads across your face.

‘’So, how has your day been so far?’’

You ask Hank, resting your chin on your hand. ‘’It has been good. I’ve been working on a new device’’

he admits proudly

‘’Oh really? What is it?’’ You ask, genuinely curious. But the moment he starts talking, to zone out. You can’t help in, that feeling in the pit of your stomach every time you look at him. You had it BAD. You were o zoned out you didn’t even realized he STOPPED talking. Well shit.

Hank stops talking the moment he realizes you were, in fact, not listening. You had that dumb, adorable look on your face every time he talked. A grin and big doe eyes. He never wanted to kiss a woman more than he wanted to kiss you right now… wow! Calm your hormones, good sir! Jesus, he hadn’t felt this way since Raven.. oh he was screwed. Had you always been this pretty? OF COURSE YOU HAVE! HE NOTICED THAT YEARS AND YEARS AGO, HOW WAS HE SO DENSE?? You were RIGHT, there, the whole time. When Raven left, when Alex and the others were drafted to war, when Alex died. He was an idiot! Hey, why is his mouth opening? Hey, you big blue idiot, what are you doing?!! He couldn’t stop himself until those 4 words left his mouth.

‘’Can I kiss you?’’

You freeze, he freeze. It’s a mutual reaction! Aww, you have so much in common! You stumble over your words for a few seconds, red as a tomato. You manage to let out one comprehensive sentence, in a cracked voice. How embarrassing!

‘’I-I mean.. yeah, sure you can’’

A dopey grin pull at your lips, lips of which Hank can’t tear his eye away from. Oh, he’s leaning in closer! A knot forms in the pit of your stomach as he leans in, you doing the same instinctively. And when your lips meet his? Oh boy you’re done for, how long you’ve waited for this is SUREAL. But it’s happening, and you couldn’t be happier. The first few kisses are a little awkward, but he gets himself back in hands after the third one, grabbing your smaller hand in his furry, blue one. Neither of you want to pull away, but you need air after all, silly!

You’re the first to open your eyes after the kiss, you feel electric static at your fingertips with how purely giddy you are. When his eyes opens and meet your, you grin and fall into a fit of giggles, leaning your head on his chest. Hank, very much confused, sits there. He can’t help but laugh along with you, his hand still in yours

‘’You don’t regret this, do you?’’

He asks sincerely as you rest against him

‘’God no, I’ve wanted to kiss you since 1962!’’

His gaze shoots to yours in pure disbelief

‘’Really?!’’ You nod ‘‘really!’’ You chuckle and sit up. It’s silent for a few minutes, before you break it

‘‘So.. Can I take you out some times, handsome?’’

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[matchadobo]

KIDD; the captain's madam

wc: 6857  summary: what might happen if commodore name and captain eustass kidd are forced to work together under a certain hapless situation while trying set aside their helpless diffferences and rancorous history? warnings: afab!reader, nsfw smut (cunnilingus, actual seggs, read at your own discretion 🔞), v1ol3nce?, steamin' sexual tension between reader and kidd, kidd being humbled is a treat

the vast skies mirrored the pelagic blues, a sight that never ceases to behold beauty within. the scorching sun, blinding and sizzling each span of land on the globe. on the stillness of the azure surface of the sea, what lies beneath are scores of sea kings that leaves no room for mercy but only wishes to satisfy their constant hunger. the same sea where victoria punk stood afloat, sailing through their next destination from the log. 

it was a simmering day under the sun, the crew had just about done everything to keep themselves under the shade and away from the heat; including the grumpy captain himself. he was clutching a cold, sweating bottle of rum, feet propped up by the table, and vest discarded somewhere he couldn’t care less where. 

“fuckin’ damn it, new world never has a good weather, does it?” kidd complained, fanning himself with a random newspaper he snatched from killer not too long ago. it took everything in him to ignore the fellow on the paper, a fellow he detest so much. 

“if you drank water rather than rum, maybe you’d be feeling less hot, kidd.” killer blatantly retorted, placing a tall glass of icy water by his desk. receiving a ‘shut up’ from kidd, he watched the redhead down the liquid like it was the only thing keeping him alive. “also, i’d like to get my newspaper back. it’s an item for reading, not fanning.” he sassed a little, snatching the batch of papers back from the disgruntled captain. 

“sure, i almost ripped it to shreds when i  saw the front page.” he stood up from his seat, stretching as he reached for the ceiling with a grunt. he grabbed his vest and made his way outside, looking a for other places to go where the sun doesn’t shine. he went towards his figure head, leaning by the railings as he embraced the welcoming breeze of the sea. as he hid from the sun, he heard a whizzing sound of something that came as quick as it went away from a distance; he knew that sound all too well, it was a cannon ball. 

he stood upright immediately, eyes skimming the horizon to look for where the sound came from. suddenly, a bullet grazed his skin; he fortunately dodged it just in a nick of time. he looked behind him and saw the all too familiar pink coated cartridge of ammo. he laughed to himself, gritting his teeth in anger and perhaps anticipation at your arrival. 

“buckle up, fuckers! the madam of the blues is here!” he stood his guard, raising his hand and amassing balls of metals above him as he discerned your ship from the distance. even from the wide stretch of sea, he could see you standing atop your siren figurehead, laughing your ass off at how you caught him off guard. his grin grew wider when he braced himself for momentum and threw heavy balls of metals and scraps towards your direction as your galleon got closer. your ship rocked side by side at the impact, immediately cursing him for his gesture.

the madam of the blues, an alias bestowed to you by the people that feared you and admired you. commanding the four seas, invincible across the calm belt; the only human who can rave the nest of sea kings and live to tell the tale. unscathed as you were in numerous battles, your body was adorned by the scars of yesterday; proudly retelling your barbaric nature across the blues. your eyes apprised the brewing fury of the eye of a storm, a warning for those who dare cross your way; disturbing the calm of the typhoon. yet here kidd was, fascinated by the cataclysm that is you.

the back and forth squabble continued until your ship and his were a meter away, bow to bow with each other. your raven galleon was comparably huge to any ship that passes your way, even exceptionally bigger than the victoria. you sauntered down the ship rails, heels clicking by the maple railings. your hand steady by the gun strap on your thigh, surveying before the stygian ship as a cruelly mocking grin tugged at your tinted lips. you met eyes with the red head, deigning a flourishing bow as you crossed a leg behind the other; a scornful curtsy for someone who did so much bad to you than good. “fancy seeing you pathetic lot here, what warranted a lovely visit from one of the worst generations?”

you relished at how his face contorted in umbrage, your grin stretched from ear to ear as your eyes mirrored intense contempt. that is until the pale bastard parted his lips, “there’s two of us.” 

“and i’m pertaining to the man in the mask,” you tilted your head in amusement, seeing him grit his teeth with a scowl in his eyes. “captain.” 

“wench.” 

in a second, the simultaneous clicks of guns rang beyond the blue skies and fear suddenly clouded the air around the lot of you. muzzles pointed at the kidd pirates as they unveiled their weapons too, eyes agitatedly scanning the guns around them with its safeties off. more ships, bigger than the galleons before them had their bloodlust directed at the pirates on victoria’s deck. completely surrounded, vulnerable, and unknowingly crossing the territory of the madam. 

“ah-ah, at ease girls.” you raised a hand as a warning, the immediate retreat of guns was almost chilling. “we’ll not waste bullets on these…bunch.” you looked down at kidd, the little pause bitterly rose the bile in his throat at how belittled he felt with your eyes. 

“so you still keep tabs on me,” you added, eyeing the newspaper killer was clutching. “missing me, captain?” you shifted your weight, turning to the fuming red head.

“you’re the one who made your way over here, commodore. how about you tell me?” he mustered a grin, crossing his arms, his snowy, sinewy arms full on display. it took everything in you to ignore it each time you cross paths and he flexes it. “even made an effort to park your ship here to see me, aye? ain’t that interesting, name?”

“using arrogance to cover up for your inferiority. so typical of you, eustass.” you scoffed, jumping off to your galleon’s deck. “i would’ve blown your ship to bits if i could.”

“really now? and you didn’t because?” he shifted his weight on his foot, not backing down despite being outnumbered. 

“there are civilians in my perimeter.” you firmly retorted. “and unlike you, i have a fucking heart.” you turned to walk away. “get the fuck off my territory before i sink your measly goddamn ship.” voice growing a notch deeper, your side eye gave an unknowing chill and suspense by the column of his spine before you vanish into your colossal galleon.

killer put a hand above kidd’s shoulder, a sign of telling him to stand down because you all know he stands no chance against a fucking commodore on her territory. kidd was beyond pissed about it. pissed about your authority and the power you hold within him. he knows you’re much stronger than him. he knows your influence across the blues, and he loathes your prestige. each mention of your name, each wanted poster with a monumental bounty each time he sees it, each shriek and praise by the civilians who fear and love you, each land you marked yours, and each gloat he sees in your eyes each time you two meet and you look down at him by your pedestal on your galleon. but most of all, he hated how much he thought about you. was it envy or longing? was it admiration or annoyance?

a few weeks have passed after the incident, more encounters and battles unfolded between the two of you and your crews. it all started and ended the same; one of you finds the other, say some insults here in there, and attacks until one of you becomes bloody or unconscious. it’s just an endless cycle of cat and mouse. 

that is until one rainy afternoon, a storm bubbled up by the heavens had ceased the duel unraveling between the two of you. and in a blink of an eye, your vision was clouded with black. the last thing you could see was your shipmates running to you and kidd standing from afar with an unreadable expression on his face. 

you then found yourself half-buried by the pearly, white sand with your damp clothes and frizzy hair. awoken by the smell of burning firewood, your eyes scanned the place. all you saw was that familiar back you used to look at and admire back then but you abhorred today. the environment seemed like a barren beach, no signs of people inhabiting it nor animals. you saw your galleon and his ship, lying wrecked by the sand; some of the parts dismantled and separated. you shot up with worry for your ship, instant panic as you tried looking for your crewmates. 

“lookie, princess is finally awake.” a gruff voice spoke beside you. your hand slid down to your thighs to grab your gun, yet there was a sword levitating and positioned on your neck. you could feel the cold metal hovering and precariously adjacent to the column of your neck, you gulped as you eyed the man before you.

“try anything, i fuckin’ dare you.” he ran his tongue across his lips, canines tugging at his lower lips as a grin made its way across his face to see how cornered you were. his steely, ochre eyes that glowed amidst the stygian shore were fixated on watching your every move. he was sat down at the log before you, his forearms pressed above his knees as he leaned forward to get closer to you. he had his finger effortlessly pointed at where your neck was, a trail of black lightning controlling the hovering weapon that almost scathed you to your imminent death. 

“threatening the madam of the blues, huh? do you plan on dying that early, eustass?” you raised a brow, unfazed at the weapon almost grazing your neck. you still slid your gun out of its casing and flicked the safety off, pointed undauntedly at the viciousness before you. your eyes matched how thirsty for a fight he was, the same throat-drying bloodlust clouded the air just like how your past clashes occurred. 

right this moment, there was a complete silence where you two had your weapons pointed at each other; one nudge and one of you could die immediately. “mind stopping this farce to tell me what the fuck is going on?” you broke the silence yet still keeping your guard.

“i’ll decide that when i get my fill.” he muttered under his breath. “i’d like to see you bleed first, madam.” there it is, that ferocious simper that never fails to quicken the pace of your heartbeat, raise bile up from your stomach to your throat, bubbles up something you refuse to acknowledge in your stomach, raise the hairs across the surface of your body, and leave your neck feeling hot. 

if it weren’t for your honed reflexes from years of piracy, you would’ve died from being perforated by two nodachis trajected from directions you couldn’t even see. from your lofty jump, you had a bird’s eye view of the wrecked seaside scattered with broken ship parts and garbage. you twisted your two guns by your index finger before firing it towards his direction, matching his speed as he tried outrunning your brisk bullets that pierced through obsidian walls.. 

from afar, he had already created a tornado with heaps of metal scraps he amassed while running from your poisonous bullets. you landed on the ground and the next thing you know, the projectile of his craft  was welcoming your arrival. but you weren’t a commodore for no reason, you were known as one of the strongest haki users from the new generation. using your conqueror’s haki, you stopped the trajectory of the metals and parried them to the skies; the heavens parted just like that one time when the two of the most legendary pirates fought back in the old generation. 

seeing kidd stunned, satisfied you to an amount where you wanted to maniacally laugh before his face. you raised your gun and fired a bullet straight through the side of his face, grazing the deepest scar on his body that starts from his forehead down to his chest. watching him  wince  in pain as the blood dripped from his head brought you nothing but ecstasy.

 “gotten rusty captain?” you strutted towards him, gun still pointed at him until it harshly met his cheek. “have you decided to stop being stupid?”

“you haven’t changed.” he mumbled lowly, tasting his own blood from the wound you induced. “you’re still the same crazy bitch who always goes too far, huh?” he painfully grinned, the blood reaching his teeth and staining it. 

“i didn’t ask for sentiments, i asked for an explanation.” before pressing on the wound once more with your muzzle, you spun the weapon by your fingers and discarded it by the casing on your thighs. 

he sighed in defeat before answering, looking towards the eerie forest that lies beyond the seaside you two are settled in. “it was blurry a few minutes before i woke up, but they got taken—my men and yours.”

“what? who took them?”

“the tribe inhabiting this land. we fuckin’ trespassed.” he retorted, putting his hands by his hips. trying to think of an alternative to take his crew back, clearly frustrated.

shit. this was inevitable. aside from your lopsided and wrecked ship, it’s already dire that your girls are missing. worry and desperation washed over you. what’s worse is you’re stuck with this barbaric moron who you swore to stay the hell away from. your relationship with him is like fire and ice, it’s a constant battle of which will break off first; and that sure as hell isn’t you. the most feasible option was to stick to this meathead to have more manpower to navigate through the foreign terrain where the tribespeople’s intent are unknown other than kidnapping and pillaging. 

besides, it was evident that you two needed each other. from how they successfully took your crewmates without the two of you, one of the strongest across the seas, waking up just showcases and gauges how strong they are. you are in their territory, they have the advantage. 

“i’m taking my men back.” he blurted out, heading straight to the forest. 

“and you’re still the same fucking idiot who always charges in before thinking, huh?” you called out, voice growing a notch higher. “if you want to get yourself killed and let your crew lose their captain, be my goddamn guest. that’s what you’re good at, isn’t it? not fucking thinking about the consequences.” you said with so much resentment he could feel his throat going dry as he stopped in his tracks.

“look, name.” he started, tone serious as he stretched his palm before you to get your attention. your name bitterly rolling out of his tongue. “if you think i’d just stand idly while knowing that my men are out there, without me, not knowing if they’re alive or not; then you’re sick to you fucking stomach.”

“you’re really a dumbass, aren’t you?!” you bit back, “you think i will either?!”

“the fuck are you saying then?!” his voice matched the same frustration yours echoed.

“that we, as much as we fucking despise each other, should find them together.” you said through gritted teeth, refusing to meet his eyes.

“you’re asking to team up?” he crossed his arms, smug coating his voice. “never thought the day would come, commodore.”

“make no mistake, this is not an alliance.” you retorted. “this is simply a truce, unless you’d rather see your crew die and have you follow the same fate.”

“tch, quit yappin’ then and get movin’.” he said before turning his back stomping away, you stood satisfied at how humbled he got. 

as the night deepened, so was your venture towards the dark forest. you were the one leading and kidd was following after you, keeping guard by the rear. it was a silent stroll across the forest, there were complaints here and there for kidd being too loud or you being too slow for the latter. there were times where you two bump into each other and it’ll spark a whole ass fight between the two of you. so much time had passed that you began seeing stars from drowsiness, it took you so long to find a decent trail to follow because kidd kept prancing about until the sun reached the middle of the skies. 

“can we, stop for a while…” you panted, grabbing a hold of the tree beside you. the everlasting exhaustion suddenly hit you matched with your empty stomach, your vision started hazing. “i feel fucking…fainti-” you passed out before you could finish your sentence. the last thing you saw was kidd muttering strings of curses as he rushed towards you. you didn’t care less how much you hate him right now, you needed someone to hold and lean onto. 

you found yourself sprawled on the sandy ground with kidd’s fur coat draped over you, your head placed delicately on his lap as he dozed off with a whole ass watermelon on his other hand. you shot up from your position immediately, realizing the situation you are in. muttering strings of curses to yourself, you felt your head spin and stomach growl at your sudden movement. 

you tried snatching the watermelon away from him, that is until his grip tightened. “that ain’t nice of you, name. tryna steal what isn’t yours.” he opened one eye, voice husky from sleep. 

“my name and nice in one sentence doesn’t work, fuckface.” you rolled your eyes, snatching the watermelon anyway.  

“you’re pretty active, ain’t ya? seems you got a good sleep, commodore.  my lap that comfortable, yeah?” he teased as a smirk tugged on his lips, pulling one of his knees in an upright position and placing his forearm on top of it. his yellow orbs never seem to lose that haughty glint each time he looks at you.  

you sighed in annoyance, cracking the watermelon open as you smack it with the side of your hand. yet a faint blush crept in your cheeks as you thought about his remark, you’ll be lying if you’d deny that you slept so well in his presence. you just stuffed your face with the fruit to hide your cheeks. “truly, i almost didn’t wake up because i didn’t wanna see your dunce face.” you retorted, smiling in aggravation. you tossed the other half of the fruit to him, to which he effortlessly caught. his brows furrowed once more with your reply, grumbling as a response as he gobbled up the watermelon. 

“just don’t fuckin’ faint out of the blue like that, thought you fuckin’ died or some shit.” he almost slurred his words from eating up the fruit. 

“aw, i didn’t expect concern from a brute like you.” you put a hand on your chest. “got scared?”

“shut the fuck up.” he dismissed, words filled with so much unsaid sentiments as he refused to meet your eyes.

once you two finished your meal, you both carried on in your pursuit for your mates. after a couple of hours of fighting back and forth on which direction to go, you lot have finally reached their camp. bamboo fences with pointy edges, well-guarded perimeters with guards armed with wooden spears, hammocks and nipa huts filled with inhabitants going about their days, a small barn of animals and crops adjacent to it, and there stood the leader who seemed to be busy attending to his subjects. 

“that those fuckers?” he muttered under his breath, almost a whisper. you two are hiding beneath bushes upon bushes, shoulders  pressed close together as you two hid to plan an attack.

you affirmed, “i can snipe five guards from here, the others are up to you.”

“let’s just fuckin’ charge in! what’s the point of doing it silently?!”

“you fucking idiot…!” you hit his head with your gun. “do you see metals on them?! your devil fruit won’t be useful in disarming them.”

“but it’d be more than enough to kill them, aye?!” he smiled ear to ear, bloodlust painted in his eyes.

“don’t you ever fucking think?!” you continuously hit him, receiving multiple whines from the redhead. “did it cross your pea-fucking-brain that they’d outnumber us…!” you berated him while still whispering.

“just watch and thank me later, commodore.”  he announced, he pressed his hand down the ground and you felt the surface  rumble beneath you. the soil beneath your feet and across from you crumbled, if it weren’t for him hooking his arm around your waist you would’ve fell to your death. and in a matter of seconds, eustass kidd created a fucking landslide. 

the pile of metals he magnetized from the ground was currently the platform you two are standing on. “see?” he gazed at you over his shoulder, rejoicing at your stunned expression as your jaw dropped with the immediate alter of the geologic landscape. what was once a flat surface of soil became a basin.

“h-how the fuck do you expect us to find them alive then?!” you complained, seeing the ground you stood on earlier reduced to powdery, heaps of soil. 

“i made a platform for them too of course, look around you shit. you think i’m that fuckin’ dumb?!” he retorted, pointing at where your and his crews reside.

a breath of relief escaped you when you saw your girls. “commodore, you teamed up with him?!”

“i had to get you all out of here. it wouldn’t be possible on my own.”

“eh? it also wouldn’t be possible that nothing happened but a temporary truce between you two?” one of them chirped, a malicious tone in her voice.  “a man and a woman alone in the woods–doesn’t that instigate somethin’?”

“i’ll have your head in a platter if you two don’t shut up.” 

there lied the tribespeople, buried in soil as one of them tried getting up. the lot of you were too busy reuniting to notice one of them pointing their blowgun at you. and in a moment faster than your bullets, a dart pierced at the side of your neck and you felt your limbs freeze as you lose all control to move. your right hand woman caught you as your crewmates repeatedly called out to you.

“fuck, they got name!” kidd reacted faster than your crewmates would, fury rushing through his veins as he controlled  a metal bar to pin the culprit on the ground by his neck. all he was seeing was red and all you could see was the faint, blurry sight of his figure brimming with lightning as he garnered yet another tornado from his power. the heaps of metal vibrating at his trigger as it flew across the woods towards an apex that is above him.

“i’ve had fuckin’ enough of this shit.” he growled, eyes radiating ire as the beast that craves nothing but inhuman slaughter took over and revealed itself from his demeanor.. “i draw the fuckin’ line here, you’ve hurt one of us and i’d kill to let you suffer tenfold of the goddamn consequences.”  you faintly heard the strings of curses he mumbled before a loud crash drifted you out of your consciousness. 

you had awoken and it's already dark, you found yourself lying down by an unfamiliar room. the walls were burgundy painted and you seem to have passed  out for  a long time. there were shelves upon shelves of trinkets of varied sizes and colors, which you know all too well where it came from and who made it. you were cocooned in a velvety, crimson blanket on  a king size bed with pillows of blacks and reds. you looked around and saw a mahogany bedside table with bottles of rum and used up lipsticks. you could smell that metallic cologne that you’ve once grown accustomed to back in the days but learned to resent nowadays. a familiar sight and feeling to you. 

you’re well aware of where you are–residing in the captain’s quarters of the victoria. in the same bed where he sleeps and his smell latched onto, the same room where everything between the two of you began and ended back then, the sleepless nights that you two spent rambling about the shitstorm that you call this world and your soaring dreams to be the greatest among all; always competing  and bring out the best in each other, and those little arguments that soon blew off into something unredeemable. ending everything you two had built.

your neck feels sore, you reached over to brush your fingers by it when you felt a bandage patched on at one place. yet you manage to pull yourself up as you tried and searched for any sort of warmth and life. soon enough, the door slammed open and revealed the last person you ever want to see. 

“k-kidd?” for the first time, his name didn’t hold any resent nor ill intent as it rolled out of your lips. if anything, he felt like salvation from the pain you were in. how ironic, he used to be the source of it.

your voice is hoarse and your lips are pale and dry. his golden eyes had a gentle glint to it you couldn’t quite make out. he entered the room like he wasn’t himself, from the bottle of rum on his hand and a pink tint on his face; it was evident that he had been drinking his ass off.

he made his way to the edge of the bed, his bed. “do you need anythin’?” his usually belligerent voice was now delicately soft by your ears. boy if you only knew, that he was restraining himself from embracing you right now. he reeks of alcohol but you don’t mind, you’re just glad you felt something warm right now.

“aside from revenge from the one who knocked me out, nothing else really.” you bitterly remarked, receiving a weak laugh from him. “you look like shit? you don’t have that spunk in you, eustass.”

“gave us a scare like that, tch.” he shook his head, leaning forward where his elbows were pressed on his knees. his brows furrowed and his teeth grinding against each other as a grumble left his throat after his sentence.

“you’re scared?” you asked, utterly confused.

“damn right i’m scared! you always make me fuckin’ scared! for a moment, i thought i lost you again.” he shook his head, fists balling up.

“again? you pushed me away the first time, didn’t you?” the offense and bitterness was evident in your voice as you crossed your arms.

“and that was fucking stupid, okay?! do i look like i enjoyed that decision, eh?!” he finally faced you, furiously waving his hands from his surge of emotions. you didn’t miss how glassy his eyes were, it shattered your heart to see him like that; it always did. but he looked away immediately and swallowed harshly. chugging at the bottle on his hand, as if drowning his tears away.“it’s lonely and every-fucking-day i look for you.”

“ain’t that what you want? no weaklings in the crew.” you scoffed, your resentment got the better of you and you almost regretted saying that. but it was the truth, he did push you away because you were weak. you never forgot how much those words stung and how it always echoed in your head each time you remember or see him. it broke you, it almost killed you. to realize that the man that almost completed you was the one who broke you apart bit by bit. it angered you to a point of no return, or at least you thought it did. you thought you’d never get even a foot close to him, much less be in the same room as him. and you never thought you’d feel your heart beat again for him at his next words.

he fell silent, fists balled up as he downed his rum again. “sorry.” he swallowed hard, tears finally falling, yet he refuses to look at you. “my stupid fuckin’ pride got in the way.” he sniffled, you could sense how much it took him to muster up those words. “wanted to keep you to myself, away from all the dangers of this piracy. yet here you are a goddamn commodore, i…i couldn’t even be more proud and couldn’t even be less alone.” he scoffed with disdain, wiping off his tears with the back of his palm. 

there was silence as you tried and register what he just said. “if only you were that emotionally aware back then, the seas wouldn’t need to suffer the setbacks of our stupidity.” you sighed, “give me that,” you snatched the rum out of his hand and chugged it all out, the bottle being empty of what it used to be filled with. 

“what…what the fuck’s your problem?” he looked at you like you grew another head.

“i wouldn’t have the balls to be fucking you sober, that’s for sure. c’mere.” you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close, stopping for a while when your lips were millimeters away from each other. the aroma of rum clouding both of your senses, “apologizing made you ten times hotter, eustass.” 

his hands then snake around your waist as your lips collided, evident hunger for each other didn’t stop the both of you from hurriedly discarding each other’s clothes off. his calloused palms ghosted across your arms, traversed the span of your back towards the junction of your shoulders and neck opposite to the wounded side as he placed a firm grip around it to press your head further to his—deepening the kiss.

you found yourself straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you both tried fighting for dominance between the kiss. you had your hand fixed at the back of his neck, tilting your head to bury your tongue deeper in his mouth; earning his grunts and hums from your actions. that is until he tugged your lower lip and finally caught you off guard. he smiled through the kiss and said, “nice try, love. but in the victoria, i take the lead.” he sucked in your lower lip, letting it go with a loud smack as he watched you shiver under his breath.

the kiss went on for a long time, both of your hands not leaving each other’s body as if you were both starved; realistically speaking,  you two were. his flesh hand was settled by the mounds of your rear while the metal one was fixed on your waist. kneading and smacking your mounds ever so often, eliciting whimpers and whines from you. squeezing the flesh of your lower body, he pressed your thighs tighter to his sides as his metal hands effortlessly unhook your bra in a matter of seconds. “eager?” you teased. 

“just fuckin’ look at you, who wouldn’t be?” he growled, lips trailing down to pepper your breasts with kisses and hickeys as he sucked on each one with delight. you pressed his head further to your chest whilst grinding your lower half onto his, feeling up his hardening member beneath his boxers. 

once he got his fill, he went back to kissing you again and again. he sucked on each of your lip with much fervor, playing with your tongue and drinking all your moans. he hugged your waist and pressed your torso against his, inhaling and taking in your scent, how you fit on his lap, how your lips taste and feel, and how you seem to can’t get enough of him just as much as he can’t of you. it was clear that he wanted to have you this close for a long, long time.

the alcohol finally hitting you, you grew a bit bolder and pressed him down to his chest where he lied on his back. you finally got a good look at him; a blushing mess with his lipstick smeared at the sides of his lips as he looked up at you with so much desire and neediness, his glassy eyes mirrored how drunk he was for you, how he wanted to reach over and have more of you. and that’s exactly what you’ll be doing for him right now.

“you know, if you apologized more. you’ll be receiving more than this as a reward.” you welcomed, crawling to his face and settling yourself down. he grumbled by your drenched core, the vibrations electrifying you from your bundle of nerves up to your hazy mind. he began to smother his face on it, your squelching juices combined with the bubbling pleasure on your stomach caused you to fervently grip the headboard and his hair for support. you pressed yourself further down as he had a firm grip on your thighs to keep you in place, too drunk in devouring you.

he licked long trails across your crevice, playing with your clit, and sucking on your folds until his face was damp on your juices. soundly ravaging your core as he reveled on how you pulled on his hair each time you moan his name, reverberating across his quarters and made his member twitch. 

once you reached your climax, he looked up at you and licked his lips. your sultry moans sounded like angels singing by his ears. “it’s even better than how i imagined you’d be.”

“oh? you’ve fantasized about me?” you raised a brow, playing along as you traced his scars. you leaned down and licked down to where the rough patch of skin resided. pleasured hums singing across your ears.

“oh, madam. you have no idea.” he maneuvered your body and you were now lying on your back. pure lust reflected his tone as he caged you in his sinewy arms, leaning down to get closer to your face. the combined scent of his cologne and rum intoxicated you to an extent where you couldn’t think of anything but letting him have his way with you. 

he started placing wet kisses on your cheek, low voice on your ears. “each night that this bed felt empty and cold,” down to the side of your neck where some of your scars start, “those times where we finish a long round of sparring across the seas.” down to your shoulders, “each day that goes by without any sign of you.” across your chest and mounds, “to the thought of having you finally in my arms,” down to your stomach and deep scars, “with each grin of victory and pleading eyes of defeat on our battles,”down to your core and across your hands and fingers, “and to finally have you like this, all ready and waiting for me.” he licked his lips, eyes filled with sex and longing. “i’ve fantasized about you at a number i can never count.”

he then finally positioned himself, teasing the head of his member by your wet folds; satisfied by the whine he elicited from you. you felt how thick he was as he braced you for what you are about to take. you hitched your breath as the first stretch was ecstatic and left you breathless. kidd hooked one of your legs by his shoulders while his knee pried the other open, simultaneously bucking his hips forward that took your breath away.

kidd has this tendency to bury himself deep immediately upon entering, until it reaches the tip of your cervix. you choked out a moan, fisting the sheets at his actions. of course the bastard fucking grinned when he saw how his dick drove you stupid. it motivated him to push himself further to see how your eyes roll at the back of your head. 

“commodore gone dumb over my cock, eh?”

“b-bastard!” you clawed at his broad, well-endowed chest down to his toned abdomen. you can hardly garner your words, too overwhelmed at the incessant pounding on your lower half.

“hm? what is it, madam?” he raised a brow, your title rolling out of his tongue as something that used to hold so much respect yet he made it sound so degrading with the greedy look in his eyes and demeaning tone. 

the way he looked down at you made you feel vulnerable yet it left a sweet feeling on your tongue. that you are completely under his grasp, how he looks at you like he craves for you just as much as you crave him; like an animal in heat. his eyes reflected pure, carnal desire to viciously take over you, to have you see hearts and stars, to have you melt under him and continually want him just as he badly wants you.  “wanna tell me somethin’?”

“f-feels so good~” you squealed, trying to get a hold of yourself.

all the pent up tension and desire were finally released with each thrust, each smack on your ass, each graze of your nails by his skin, each swear word that you both evoke from the amount of pleasure you two are in right now. “that’s right.” he replied, voice gruff as his moans followed after it. “you feel just fuckin’ right, name.” 

once he started picking up the pace, there was no mercy from here on. the headboard was slamming against the wall, pillows were being knocked over from the force, the bed creaking from the unyielding and rapid pace of his hips, and your and his’ moans were almost deafening particularly the curses you and him uttered with each surge of pleasure on your lower halves.. there was no denying the fact that the crew heard both of you very well, loud and clear. the victoria soon got emptied, all of them tried to get far away from that god-forbidden room.

you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, fingers brushing by his veiny arms as you reached for his cheek. in that silent moment, no words were spoken but you two felt your hearts tight against your chests for each other. he buried his face in the space between the mattress and your neck as his hips moved in a sinfully fast pace that drained all of the sanity left in you. his breath was hot against your ear as he muttered, “i’m so close.” 

his hips started to stutter and your throbbing core clenching around him as you both later reached your climax. it took a while for him to pull out of you, the two of you furiously panting and chasing your high to calm down after. his breath against your neck raised goosebumps on your skin as your chest heaved, trying to recover from the numbness of your lower half because goodness was his girth phenomenal. and for some reason, you two broke out of laughter as he plopped himself beside you. 

“goddamn.” you both said in unison. 

you looked to your side, admiring the domestic look of him. you sat up despite your throbbing lower half and got on top of him. his hands fixed on your hips as he admired how your features glowed from the dim light on his desk. “so are we gonna come out and keep up the façade or you gonna start acting like a man?”

“you see,” he propped himself up with his mechanical arm while his good arm was roaming the span of your skin. palms wandering about your tummy, your mounds which he squeezed on each harshly, to your neck where his entire palm wrapped around, and to your face where his hand lingered as he got lost in your eyes. “i want to have my treasures all to myself, i want what’s mine to be only mine.” he licked his lips, savoring the bare sight of you on his lap. his grip tightened by your hips, “now that i’ve got my hands on you, i can’t let anyone else have you, madam. and i gotta let the world know that.”

“greedy.” you replied, “keeping me all to yourself, huh?”

“now that i’ve known what it feels like to lose you, you bet your sweet fuckin’ ass that i’m never gonna let you go.” he pulled you closer by the small of your back and connected your lips once more. pulling on your hair as he bit at your lower lip to pry your mouth open, not getting enough of you. until midnight up to dawn, you two had stayed in that room with no contact from the outside. memorizing the splendor each other’s moans, each scars that made one another even more beautiful, each curve of your bodies, each other’s warmth and scent, and how your eyes’ shine from the pleasure of each other. 

OMG DON'T CANCEL ME FOR THE TRIBESPEOPLE PART I HAD TO MAINTAIN THE PIRACY ESSENCE T^T anywho this was so fun to makeeee kidd being humbled was a nice trope HIHIHI

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Lowborn!Aemond x Highborn!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of Prince Daemon and a close friend of Prince Aegon who, like your father, is notorious for sneaking off to the streets of flea bottom. The one time you decide to join him on his nightly endeavours, you run into a charming yet mysterious someone who’s as beautiful as the sapphire that’s replaced one of his eyes.

Daemon being the cool dad. A bit of angst too, sorry.

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3

Aemond was a blushing mess by the time they made it back to the dragon pit. He was thankful for the lack of light, though he wasn’t sure how long he could keep himself from smiling.

"Did you have fun?" you asked him as you were undoing the buckles of the saddle so that your dragon might get a comfortable and some well-deserved good night's sleep.

"Why y-yes of course I did" Aemond tried to keep a calm composure despite his heart quiet literally beating violently against his chest. You found it adorable how he was a mess, unable to form sentences without stammering.

As soon as the saddle slid off with a loud thud, Sephtis immediately turned from you to coil away and submit to sleep.

You wasted no time in turning around and wrapping your arms around Aemond, pulling him in for a kiss to which he first reacted with a surprised grunt but then later hummed against your lips as his arms slid around your waist. For some reason, you found kissing him rather addictive. Your fingers ran through his dusty blonde hair as his hands grabbed and pulled at your waist while his lips moved expertly against yours.

"The sun will be up any minute" you managed to speak as he gently nibbled your bottom lip.

"Hmm" he hummed into your mouth "I know"

"Unless you want to be found like this" you pulled away slightly with a giggle "I suggest you make a run for it before they take your head off"

"Oh I'll be killed you say" he grinned and you almost leaned in to capture his lips in yours again "for being found tasting the princess' lips with my own? What a way to go"

You laughed at this, a sound that Aemond seemed to want to hear more of. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer though, as much as he wanted to. He had never really thought or been bitter about not being born a noble until this very moment. If he were a highborn, he wouldn’t have to meet you in secret, kiss you when no one could see, or leave you each time before the sun arose.

With one final kiss, the boy gave you a mischievous wink before he sneaked off through the passageways you both had used to get there.

The blush that dusted your cheeks still remained even after his departure and for some reason you had that silly smile still plastered on your face as you left the pits to head back to the keep.

You ran into Aegon first who was surprised to see you in such a good mood; you were known to be the grumpy one during the hours of the morror just as much as he was known to be the sleepy one.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" he curiously asked "you look like you've drowned a glass of wine with the way you're smiling"

"I'm just happy" you beamed at him that caught him even further by surprise. You then tugged his arm and lowered your voice until it was nothing more than a whisper "If anyone asks, you were with me when we went for a short flight with Sephtis"

"Huh-" he sounded puzzled "I never left the castle last night. I don’t know who you were with all night but you most certainly can’t use me as your scapegoat. Mother had me wake up earlier than usual for my lessons of the faith so she knows I never went into the city"

"Gods, maybe no one knows I was out?" you hopefully asked. If you couldn’t use Aegon as your alias then you were practically out of options apart from the fact that you could lie and deny that there was no one with you on dragonback; that is, if anyone even saw you. There might be a possibility that the guards never saw Aemond.

As if the timing of the whole thing was planned, your father walked toward you down the hallway.

"Good morning perzys" (flame) He greeted but he had no smile on his face like how he normally did each morning when he greeted you "a word?"

You gulped and Aegon offered you a nervous smile before he gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder, as if to say 'good luck' and walked away to let the both of you talk.

"Yes, kepa?" (Father) You timidly asked, ready to hear the scolding but instead he said something completely different.

"I was made aware this morning of your little trip around the city on dragonback accompanied by someone" he sighed, keeping his voice down "I do not care if you are having a fling of some sort, you have my permission"

You opened your mouth to say something but daemon raised his finger to let you know he wasn't done talking.

"But please do not be so reckless that you are seen by the others" he continued and you were surprised by how little he cared about it. Then again, he too was known to be a frequent visitor to the streets of silk so it wasn’t that much of a shocker when he seemed to be okay with you having risky endeavours of your own "and just to be sure, have a cup of moon tea after your... nights of fun"

"What- no!" you immediately blurted out, mortified that your father concluded you were entertaining boys into between your legs "no, he's my friend"

"A friend, not a fling?" Daemon repeated, not convinced "and is this friend worth risking your reputation for by sneaking off into the city?"

You didn’t know how to tell your father that you had taken a fancy toward this 'friend' of yours. How would you even explain that a dragon had fallen for a lowborn?

Daemon seemed to already have a hunch of this since his next question was:

"Do you fancy this boy?"

Gods, this was not how you thought your morning would go. You were expecting a warm bath, not a conversation with your father in which you would have to discuss about your lover; a forbidden one.

"Will you be upset if I say yes?"

Daemon sighed before he lovingly placed his arm on your shoulder. How could he be upset at his sweet daughter for simply liking a boy?

"I'm not upset, sweetling" he gave you a tender smile as he rubbed your shoulder reassuringly "but you must know that you cannot afford to have hopes when it comes to this friend of yours. You are a princess, a dragon and well, he is merely your subject"

You knew that every word he spoke was the truth but it still stung. From the very beginning, you knew what a dangerous game you were playing when you sneaked off to meet him, when you lost yourself to daydreams about him, when you kissed him. There was never a chance for the both of you and yet, you still went after him.

"Does every marriage have to be for a political advantage?" you huffed in annoyance "am I simply a prized mare to be bidded off to form alliances?"

"Y/N.." Daemon sighed.

"This is so unfair" for some reason you found yourself on the verge of tears even though you knew all of this beforehand.

"Perhaps it would be best if you ended this... propinquity now before you grow any more attached" he sadly told you. Daemon wasn’t one who played by the rules and he hated seeing you sad but he knew in this case even his hands were tied "the notion of wedding a mere lowborn is an impossibility"

You were sure Aemond knew that his relationship with you was never going to lead anywhere. And yet, the idea of having to tell him, and then to further suggest that the both of you shouldn’t meet was soul crushing.

"I'm sorry my dear" Daemon kissed your forehead "had he been a man of high station, even a baron who falls in the lower end of that list, I might’ve been in your favour but you and I both know there is no chance for the both of you"

The thought of never again seeing him broke your heart. You had grown so accustomed to meeting him almost every evening that you now couldn’t think of going on a day without seeing him.

But you knew you would have to tell him, you knew one day this would end; you just never expected it to be this.. soon.

When night came and you adorned your simpler clothes, you left the castle to meet Aemond. In truth you were hesitant, afraid even. A part of you wanted to just continue whatever was going on but the sensible part of yourself knew that this matter needed to be addressed.

Aemond awaited your arrival at the usual spot which was at a generous distance from the exit of the passageway. He had his signature boyish grin as he lovingly gazed at you, arm outstretched for you to slip your hand into his like how you always did before he led you off to show you some fascinating part of the city. He seemed to be smiling a lot more than normal and you knew it was because of that kiss you shared just the night before

Gods, you didn't have the heart to tell him.

"Beautiful as always Y/N" he kissed your knuckles as soon as you gave him your hand "I discovered this lovely place that-"

"I don’t think we should meet each other any more" you blurted out. It pained you to see the sudden shift in his expression from eager and happy to confused and dejected.

"Why?" he asked, the pain in his voice evident. His confident and joyous demeanour faltered as he gazed at you, hoping this was some sort of un-funny joke "what- why?"

"This is only going to hurt us if we continue" you did not want to do this "I'm a princess and you.."

You couldn’t finish your sentence.

"You can say it, I'm a lowborn" he huffed a sigh "but I was always one, you knew of our stations from the start. So what changed now?"

"Nothing Changed, this was inevitable, sooner or later we would have to part ways" you cried out, still holding his hand, afraid that if you let go he might disappear "I knew this wasn’t going to lead anywhere-"

"We both knew that" he interrupted "we both knew that one day this would end. I just never thought it would happen right after you kissed me"

"I didn’t want for us to stop at all" your voice faltered "i-I.. I wanted you to be my forever, i-if that makes any sense. And that’s why we have to.. you know.."

Aemond was hoping this was some nightmare. He knew this day would come but he expected it to be months later when you would be married off to someone- wait..

"Are you going to be wed?" he asked.

"No, I am not promised to anyone yet" you looked down as you shifted your weight from one leg to another "I had a fleeting thought of.. it does not matter"

A fleeting thought of marrying you, you thought.

Of marrying me?, Aemond hopefully guessed but you never finished your statement. It was foolish of him to even hope for that to be your response, why would you imagine wanting to marry a man with nothing?

"Why did you kiss me?" he softly asked. He wanted you to say it, he desperately needed to hear you tell him in your own voice that you felt something for him. That he did not just make up this entire romance in his head, that for once someone loved him regardless of his appearance or penury.

You looked up and gazed into his eye, filled with so much hurt that it almost made you cry.

"I fell for you" you answered in a gentle voice, taking a step forward "I never thought I would and it wasn’t because of your station. It was because no one has ever made me feel like you did. Everyone I've ever met treated me like I was some creature of gold they were trying to lure for their gain. While you, you treated me like I was a person, like I mattered on my own without the accompaniment of a title"

"You say my station is the only thing keeping us apart, something the court of nobles will not overlook" he took a step toward you as well "What about you, are you affected by my lack of wealth or a title?"

"I have never cared about those things" You replied honestly, never tearing away your gaze from his "I've always wanted you for you"

Aemond's hand left yours to cup your face, closing the distance between the both of you as he crashed his lips into yours. In response, your hands went to rest on his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt. He kissed you with such urgency and you responded with the same level of passion.

Neither of you wanted to pull away, knowing that this was the last time you would be in such close embrace but eventually you both had to break the kiss for some air.

"I will leave for Ashai, tomorrow" Aemond breathed out, his lips brushing against yours "there isn’t any reason for me to be here"

"Ashai? well, will you write to me?" you hopefully asked, slightly taken aback by how quickly he came up with the decision.

"Thought you said it was best we do not consort" he chuckled sadly.

In truth, you did not want him to go but you wouldn’t ask him to stay especially since you'd just told him that you both shouldn’t see each other again. You gently slid a ring off your finger, a dainty one made from Valerian steel which had a purple gem stone, a similar colour to your eyes.

"Here," you placed the priceless piece of jewellery in the palm of his hand "something to remember me by"

"I won’t need any help remembering, princess" he told you as he closed his hand into the fist before pocketing the ring "you should get back, t-to the castle"

"Yes" you breathed out, suddenly feeling very empty as he took a few steps away from you.

"Oh and Y/N" he turned around to look at you, offering you a playful smile though the sadness in his eye betrayed him "don’t go wandering the streets by yourself when I've left"

You smiled sadly at his comment before heading back to the keep, choking back sobs. And unbeknownst to you, Aemond too was furiously wiping away a few tears that were streaming down his face.

To be continued >>>>

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[razorblade180]

Ignited 5: Hidden Attack

Ch 4 <-

With no major distractions and vigor to spare, Yujin continued running through the Forever Fall, occasionally coming across pits with future peers trapped inside. She knew better than to completely tank her time but that didn’t stop her from snapping tree limbs and tossing it one at an angle.

“Climb it and then pay the favor forward!” She yelled as she ran. There was a high chance the others would follow the example. Maybe not for righteous reasons, but for the fact that they were all being recorded. No way they would pass if they were caught being too incompetent to escape a deep hole and ignoring others.

Jael kept watching the performance but in all honesty, it wasn’t much. Yujin hardly came across anything worthy of displaying real combat skills. Nevertheless, she watched. Several other contestants had made their way back to the beginning, including the boy in the fox mask. She was only familiar with the boy under it from last year’s departure. Why he was wearing a mask, she didn’t know. Wasn’t keen on asking why either. That was until he approached her to watch as well.

“Sup.” Tenzen said casually. “We really haven’t been properly introduced. My family knows your family and all that jazz. I’m Tenzen. Currently being called-”

“TZ.” Her gaze shifted to him slightly. “What’s with the mask?”

“Oh this old thing? Hehe, I’m a street performer that’s decently sized online.”

Jael vaguely remembers hearing that alias before. Her mind hasn’t been on many other hobbies or interests for awhile now. “That doesn’t make much sense. A group of people called your name earlier, so the mask isn’t hiding much.”

“Oh you misunderstand. People know me for my mask. Not my face. I came here pretty conspicuously but with all the eyes Yujin and her family drew, I went ahead and took some of the heat off.”

“Hmm.” Jael went back to focusing on the screens. “Lucky for her she has so many in her corner.”

Her tone was rather dry and lacking any enthusiasm. Even so, Tenzin got a weird vibe. He only really knew what Yujin told him about Jael. The girl definitely didn’t get out. Lack of communication was to be expected? “Looking for someone in particular? A friend maybe?”

“They already made it through after you. Watching your competition pays off.”

Okay, maybe her social skills were fine? He just wasn’t expecting her to be the super serious type. “That’s true. If you ask me though, nothing is more important than keeping yourself loose until the final moments. All rigid things snap under tension.”

“Or become compacted. Then they become the pressure others bear. But yes…your words have merit.”

“Yeah…” he trailed off, walking away to leave the girl to her own devices. “See ya around.”

“Probably.” Jael barely gave him the time of day. Although, he was pretty keen on the uptick. She made no effort to hide who exactly she was looking at on the monitor. It was a real shame she couldn’t see his face though.

Lilith watched the entire interaction from afar with Canary. She looked at her future teacher to see a level of scrutiny in her gaze. “Something the matter?”

“That girl rubs me the wrong way. It’s common for some people to be calm during examination, but unbothered? I can understand boredom; I definitely was. This though…”

“Maybe it’s your natural biases? Worried she has a grudge against half your family tree?”

“Pfft, depends on the half.” She crossed her arms. “Are you really telling me you don’t feel anything? I’ve been told you have quite the intuition.”

“It’s nothing worth bragging about.” Canary wasn’t wrong to feel tension though. From the looks of it, their esteemed guests were all operating on a different level of tension. “I’m not privy to the ins and outs of every single detail, but there’s definitely something in the air that’s dying to rear its face.”

“So you agree? Regardless, we can handle it. That I’m certain of.”

“Should we though?” Lilith raised a brow. She put her hands behind her back and cocked her head to the side.

“What does that mean?”

“I’ve noticed that despite this being your first time in a while being on this side of Remnant, you would rather speak to me more than the family you have several feet away. And when you do, it’s rather…peckish.”

“Umm, y-you’re point?” Canary wasn’t expecting Lilith to become suddenly off putting.

“You clearly have your own tension you could probably confront now, but like most clever people, you want to do it unimpeded. Correct?”

“I’m also working right now. This is sorta on the job training.”

“And this Jael girl is taking a test. I’m sure whenever she chooses to act, it’ll be on her terms. We could become hurdles much like this course, but there’s only a way around.”

“No offense, but it sounds like you’re content with watching.”

Lilith gave a full grin. “Isn’t that the job? Don’t forget, I’m still a student at the end of the day. Drama among peers is interesting; but don’t worry. Count on me to make sure nothing gets to the point of being irreversible.”

Her words didn’t exactly inspire confidence, but Canary couldn’t say she wasn’t interested. To think so many people around her had something more than meets the eye.

“I’d believe her words if I were you.” Glynda said, maintaining her gaze on the students and the paper she grades them on. “Lilith has an annoying way of being correct more often than not.”

The girl couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she placed her hands on her hips. “Why does it have to be an annoyance exactly?”

Canary could see why her cousin had a soft spot for Lilith. The girl had an odd but attractive personality about her. “Birds of a feather.” She mumbled, turning back towards the screens.

xxxxx

“Alley oop!” Yujin cried out, flinging a straggling beowulf into an incredibly thick wall. She had seen the obstacle back at the other wall, but now that she was up close she could tell an incredible punch would be pretty mediocre against it. Not to mention it was smoother than the last one.

“C’mon. We have a brain for a reason.” She looked both ways to see it stretch out forever. If there was an end, which there had to be, it would eat up too much time to get around it.

A few people she helped had immediately started to climb or even warp short distances up. It would’ve been nice if her kindness was returned in this moment, but Yujin knew it really is a matter of circumstance if anyone could help her. The more she thought out about the singular reality made her ponder if this test was also meant to give a pretty brutal insight of their shortcoming. “I’m in deep water now.” She groaned.

Years of not designing firearms into her weapon suddenly felt like a dumb idea. Tenzen probably rocket jumped! Oh well. No use crying over spilt milk. She had to think of something soon. That’s when a different problem arrived….

“HEEEELLLP!” Cried a girl that was no older than her. She came running out of the thicket and would’ve hit the wall if Yujin didn’t grab her.

“Wow wow wow! Why are you shaking!? The girl’s eyes were shaking with fear and her clothes were covered in mud.

“I- I can feel it! It keeps stalking me! Always getting closer! Eating the grimm!”

Yujin couldn’t believe her ears. A chill went down her back. “Eating?”

The girl nodded furiously. “We need everyone to leave! I’m not cut out for this! I’m only alive because I can feel it!” She tried getting out of Yujin’s grip but she wasn’t going anywhere. “Let go! It’s still stalking!”

“Slow down! What type of grimm!?”

“I don’t know! But it’s huge! The vibrations, I feel them! It’s my semblance!” The girl felt like she could die on the spot, eyes flooding with tears. “It’s getting closer!”

A semblance that involved vibrations. Yujin has been vigilant and she doubted the faculty would leave a grimm in the area too dangerous for a novice to kill. That only left one terrifying thought; Yujin looked down at the dirt. A second later, the minerals trembled more than the frightened girl.

“Shit.” Yujin tossed the girl sky high in the direction of the wall and onlooking participants. She was glad she acted when she did, because now the ground at her feet was gone; shattered to pieces as a massive Death Stalker came lunging out.

xxxxxx

“YUJIN!!” Yang yelled as she watched the screen in immediate horror.

Raven immediately grabbed her hilt but a golden portal opened with Lilith already dashing through it before Raven could draw the blade.

Lilith came sliding out with her auburn bow and drew the golden string back, ready to fire at the beast; her eyes widened in shock to see that while Yujin was in the right pincer, she wasn’t exactly in danger. “Wow…”

Yujin held both sides of the crackling claw open with pure strength. Lilac eyes glared into the many golden eyes of the monster as it tried clipping her with the left claw. Yujin was fortunately still quicker than it, hoisting herself out of its hold and jumping over the second attack. It’s tail flicked rapidly, prompting her to cross both her arms before taking a stab. However, as it struck, a blinding gleam of light flashed by them, severing the stinger. Yujin landed safely and turned her head left as she heard a tree thud. Standing on a branch was Jael sheathing her sword.

The young swordsman looked at the girl with indifference. “Shouldn’t you move now?”

“Uh right!” Yujin grabbed the huge stinger and jumped back. The Death Stalker tried to charge at her but immediately howled in agony as a barrage of arrows blinded several eyes.

It raised both claws to dig down again, yet found no dirt as it struck a glyph. Canary came diving out of the portal with Harbinger crashing down, cutting off a pincer before changing to scythe mode and raking through several legs. The beast only screamed louder until it was silenced, choked by a stinger that was beamed right into its mouth. Canary looked back to see Yujin still in a spear chucking stance. “Nice throw.”

The girl's eyes went back to blue as she took a breath and shrugged. “Yeah? Well y’know?”

Lilith saw the Grimm begin to fade so she turned her gaze to her future peers who looked from the wall, spotting the worried girl who was thrown. Looks like she was physically safe. “I trust all of you are physically well? Please continue and take this moment to understand where you are trying to get accepted into. With all that said…I apologize for this disruption.”

It was the first time today that Lilith actually sounded somber. It wasn’t her fault a Grimm this dangerous was hiding underground. Still, Canary doubts that fact would make her feel better. Instead she put attention on Jael. “Hey? While I appreciate a quick call to actions and am grateful you aided my family, I have to ask you to refrain from doing anything reckless. As talented as you might be, you’re not even a student.”

“Yet.” Jael added confidently. “The portal was opened right next to me. It only made sense to move in.”

Yujin smiled cheerfully. “Can’t argue with that. Not that I needed the save, but I appreciated it all the same! Thank you!”

“It’s nothing worth mentioning.”

Jael jumped down from the tree and made her way back to the portal. Yujin really didn’t think much of it. Jacquelyn did say that Jael needs her focus. Although with skills like hers, Yujin couldn’t imagine why. She didn’t even see the blade, only Jael putting it away. Definitely Adam’s kid.

“Soooo…” Yujin batted her eyes at the two people in charge. “Do I get to walk through the portal? I handled this situation pretty well after all.”

“Tah!” Canary scoffed, “So now you want special treatment. From what I heard, you didn’t even have to take this test since you got a recommendation letter! Sorry squirt, handle the wall!”

“Hehe… worth a shot. No big deal though. I have my ways.”

Canary and Lilith were planning to head back but watched curiously as Yujin made her way towards the wall with a fist raised to the sky!

“Lil? What’s the likelihood she’s about to break her hand on that wall?”

“You tell me. She’s your cousin. Also, Lil?” We’re onto nicknames already?”

Yujin took a deep breath before swinging downward. Not at the wall, but the ground right next to it and under her feet. The single blow was enough to rattle the ground, reducing the spot into rubble and making a crater. Yujin looked straight ahead and sure enough, it was nothing but more dirt ready to be obliterated.

More sounds of tremendous force shook the rock at Lilith’s and Canary’s feet. The former couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hahaha! Well that’s one way to do it! Points for creativity.” Lilith starts walking to the portal.

Canary followed her with a smile on her face. “You make it sound like she needs those points.”

They both returned to the starting area and Canary looked at her family to see that calm expressions returned to them. “I am amazed that no one else ran through the portal with the way you screamed.”

Yang’s face went completely red. “Well…you two missed the part where she caught the claw. After that I may have realized I may have shouted a little too loudly…” She kicked a rock.

Jaune was perfectly calm the entire time. “I knew she could handle it. I’ve caught her in the rain fighting bears before.”

“You mean…the Ursa’s on Patch?” Ruby asked, only to see her father, Jaune, and aunt sigh heavily.

“No.” They said in unison while Tenzen tried to keep it together. He may have a few ridiculous videos to share later.

Not long after, The girl of the hour came walking through the proper portal. Her gloves were covered in soil and she smelled like nature, but she was here.

“Wait…” she blinked twice, realizing where she was. “That was the last obstacle!? It just loops back here!?”

Glynda handed her a green slip of paper. “Congratulations on passing. You will move on to the final portion.”

“I would hope so after what happened! It feels like involuntary extra credit!”

“Welcome to Beacon.” Glynda smirked and walked away. Lilith gave a silent nod to Yujin that basically said, “yeah pretty much.”

With the stragglers arriving and the second portion coming to a close, Glynda gathered in front of the screens as the second group was soaring into view “Alright everyone, well done to those who have made it this far. You will be flown to the next and final destination where you will have a proper chance to recover, eat, and prepare for the next challenge.”

“Is that another lie?” Marcus asked, his voice drained of energy.

“A well deserved question, but an unnecessary one. I’m not in the mindset of deceptive word play, unlike certain people.” She looked at the two culprits. They didn’t even look guilty.

Yujin leaned closer to Tenzen. “I don’t think it was that deceptive.”

“Oh, yeah you missed the funny part. Apparently the people who chose to prepare in town didn’t fail. They’re on their way now.” He pointed to the distant airship.

The girl fell silent, blinking twice as she realized she hasn’t the foggiest clue about how they are being graded if the second group is about to run a used obstacle course. “Elite schools are insane.” Yujin raised her hand. “Headmaster?”

“Yes? Is something the matter?”

“I trust your words, but can we have a show of good faith? What is our final challenge exactly?”

Glynda raised a brow. “ It’s the same as it is every year. For confirmation of that, look no further to the alumni.”

The aspiring heroes turned to the adults. Ruby and Jaune casually took a step away from everyone. “Don’t look at us. We got in on special terms.”

“Tah! Special terms you say.” Glynda scoffed, specifically at Jaune. “Ms. Rose did indeed stop a crime. What was yours, Mr. Arc?” Her eyes narrowed, knowing exactly what he did.

Fortunately Nora was there to pull everyone’s attention. She raised her arm up and chanted, “Hahaha! Aptitude Sparring!”

Those like Yujin, Tenzen, and even Jael were actually aware of this, but it was clear many others found themselves caught off guard. Though the confirmation was reassuring to Yujin. In the grand scheme of events, this exam checked knowledge, practical environmental skills, and combat.

Glynda continued explaining to the crowd. “In this line of work, battles never stop at Grimm unfortunately. It only makes sense to see how you all go against people. I recommend you all take this seriously. You may find this challenge to be the hardest one yet. That is all.”

This is it. At last, this is it! A golden opportunity to face Yujin. Jael could barely contain her enthusiasm, which became increasingly evident with the way her hand gripped the hilt of her blade. Jacquelyn noticed this and couldn’t stand idly by.

“Jael…remember why you’re here.”

“I know exactly why I’m here.” She said immediately. “I would’ve come last year if I didn’t know why I personally chose to wait, and you know that too.”

“There’s a dozen reasons why last year’s plans fell through. A vendetta wasn’t one of them for me. If it was then I wouldn’t have trained you.”

“What’s with the virtuous act all of a sudden?” Jael faced her mother and looked her right in the eyes. “Why are you acting like you aren’t upset, or like you have no clue what my motivations are? I’ve made no effort to truly hide them; unlike my name.” The venom in her voice leaked through in those final words. “I’ve been nothing but patient and obedient. Are you saying it’s been for nothing?”

“I’m saying don’t let it be for nothing! You don’t even know if you’re facing her so stop getting worked up and don’t do something you’ll come to regret. I have no right to tell you to hold in your rage, but understand I will always fundamentally disagree with you if you choose to direct that anger harmfully. Don’t waste your future by being your father’s past.”

Jael’s eyes widened, her heart murmuring from the accusation. “I thought you would have more faith in your daughter. This isn’t anything like he’s done. I thought you of all people would understand remotely just what type of anger I have. However, unlike you, I won’t erase a bloodline.”

Jael walks off without looking back.”I’ll settle with the death of a dream.”

A quiet tension remained in the air. Jacquelyn didn’t even find the opportunity to bring the girl’s blade. She had unsheathed it for the sake of dealing with the grimm but something about it felt…unnatural. Almost as if she was rushing to put it away. The entire thing left Jacquelyn feeling more uneasy. For a moment, the carefully crafted mask Jacquelyn displayed began to slip as her eyes flickered. She took a deep breath, concealing the internal storm. Although now she wondered if the mask was of any use? It clearly wasn’t fooling her youngest. As for the oldest…

Jacquelyn let the air in her lungs escape mournfully. “Stay strong…”

xxxxxxx

It was a silent prayer but a prayer nonetheless that was meant for the girl who quietly sat in a hidden hospital room with her tear stained face resting on the bed; her soft eyes keeping their gaze on the man so still that you could mistake him for a corpse. Her stomach remained empty all day, and her strength only appeared to hold the man’s thin, frail fingers.

Her voice was dry and quiet, the same as it was countless years ago; back in that dark, dark place. “Dad, please…” once again, tears greeted her face and her vibrant white tiger ears fell. “Please…wake up.”

[drama--universe]

Late Night Confession

Requested by anonymous: Hi! I just watched FIYS and can you do an imagine about K? Uhmm, maybe an AU where Tong Yao* has a sister who also games with the alias “Heartbreaker” and K unknowingly plays with her while Tong Yao smiles to herself when she saw K lost against her sister and made her sister visit at the dorm during University breaks and both K and Tong Yao’s sister slowly start to fall for each other?

Pairing: K x fem!reader

Word Count: 3496 words

A/N Sorry for the long wait on this one, I was a bit busy... Hope you enjoy this one, it is a bit longer than normal.

Btw, after this I'm taking a break again, because I got exams coming up. after that I'm back for requests :)

The game was boring, something that was clear to most fans as they watched K's live. He was sighing loudly, his fingers lazily tapping the keyboard as he moved his mouse while also rolling his eyes every five seconds. The people he played with and against were no good, their messy playstyle just gave K a headache and it was clear that even his fans were annoyed. So he left the game halfway, searching for any other game room that were still open. When he finally found one, most of the players being high-level like him, he clicked on the icon before waiting as it started. When the count down started, he quickly went over the other team's players and one player immediatley caught his eye.

First it was their name, the name 'Heartbreaker' didn't seem like a normal name in between the other names, but then he noticed the level they were on. He had yet to see someone on the normal server with a rank higher than his, except for other professional gamers of course, but apparently 'Heartbreaker' had.

Mumbling something to himself, he was unaware as Tong Yao rolled into the camera's view and watched the screen before snorting and rolling away again. K looked to her, frowning before rolling his eyes and continuing to stare at his screen. He kept playing, his teammates long forgotten as he killed his opponents. It wasn't long until he saw the name 'Heartbreaker' flash across the screen.

Before he could even move his fingers to attack, he watched as the 'You Died' screen took over instead and he let his hand drop on the keyboard with slightly wide eyes. Not saying anything, he waited until he respawned again before searching for 'Heartbreaker' again and trying again, only to die again seconds later. Clenching his teeth, he waited again before retrying once more. He smashed the keys and mouse, hoping to himself that he'd beat them. One hit, then a second and then he died again. Not getting a third respawn, his screen just showed his team playing and losing as he sighed loudly.

It was clear to anyone how annoyed he was, his fans were quick to point it out in the comments and trying to reassure the gamer that 'Heartbreaker' must be using some kind of hack. He knew this to not be true, the game had been programmed to ban everyone once a kind of program was spotted on the computer, even when it wasn't in use. Unfair, but it worked.

"Got beat?" Tong Yao asked as she rolled closer again, appearing in the camera's view with a broad smile and K turned his head to look at her, clearly getting more annoyed at the girl's teasing.

"Stop acting like you'd know I'd lose." "I did, though." Tong Yao teased, pushing her chair back so she'd get out of view, eyes returning to her phone as it dinged. She started to type to reply to the message., unaware of the lingering stare. When she finally noticed that K was still staring at her, she paused and pointed at his screen.

"I know Heartbreaker, she's a natural talent when it comes to games." She pointed out and K sighed, rolling his eyes before turning to his computer again. He quickly ended his livestream, sure that he'd get scolded by Xiao Rui afterwards because of the short and blunt goodbye, and searched out 'Heartbreaker' in the ID search bar. When he found her, he clicked the 'send friend request' and waited for a conformation. Not even seconds later, he got a request back which he accepted quickly before he watched as a message popped onto his screen.

'Sorry for beating you!'

He sighed and he could hear Tong Yao snort again, giving her another glare before staring at the screen. He then typed in his own message, replying with a 'You play really good' before sending it, receiving a reply seconds later.

'Wish I could say the same :)'

He couldn't help but chuckle at the reply before he send another. The messages kept going for a few minutes before 'Heartbreaker' logged off.

You logged off because of school, a bit sad when you couldn't talk to your new friend anymore. It was quite fun to hear how he reacted to your messages from Tong Yao, you couldn't help but smile as she sent you pictures of a flustered K. You quickly texted Tong Yao to just give your number to K before you put your phone away and getting ready for school.

So Tong Yao did, pulling K's phone from his desk and adding your number under the name 'Heartbreaker' before handing it back to K with a smile. He glanced at the phone in confusion before clicking on your icon, texting you before pocketing his phone and getting up to go out.

You had already left your house, ready to go to school and dressed into the warmest clothes you had with a large shawl thrown around your neck that hid most of your face. You didn't feel like getting cold.

After a couple of minutes, you entered your classroom and sat near your friends before getting your phone again. You quickly checked K's text before sending him a quick selfie, half of your face still covered by your scarf before putting your phone down and focusing on your lesson.

K checked immediatley once he got the notification and smiled as he saw you, smiling as he finally somewhat saw what you looked like. He just sent a text saying 'You're pretty' before going back to shopping and waiting for your response, a bit disappointed when it had been an hour already and you hadn't even seen it.

Something which was obvious to Tong Yao when she saw the man enter the dorms, face glum as he put his stuff away before he sat behind his computer. When she saw this, she also was quick to send you a picture. When you saw it, you couldn't help but smile before you quickly changed to text K and your face flushed as you saw his text. Not wanting to seem flustered, you decided on a 'You're quite good looking yourself' before you put your phone away again.

An hour later, you received a text from Tong Yao, asking you to come by next week and you agreed while also still gaming. Somehow, K had seen you were online again and immediately send you a game request, but this time to play with you and not against. He stayed near you must of the game, watching you while also killing anyone who came near you while you tried to destroy the base.

While all this happens, he was also listening to your ranting through your call. He hummed in agreement every now and then, just to let you know that he was still listening to your story. It took about an hour of you to finish your rant and once you noticed that, you started apologizing immediatley, feeling guilty that you kept him for so long. He just shrugged it off, telling you that he didn't mind listening to you and you felt your face heat up slowly.

"Shut up... Anyway, how was the rest of your day?" "Not much happened, I just went to the grocery store to get some stuff. Beside that, not much..." He answered before logging out of the game and you could hear him talking to someone else.

"I'll talk to you some other time, bye." He didn't even let you reply as he hung up and you pouted to yourself before shrugging and closing the game as well.

A week later, you still hadn't heard from K again and he also hadn't been online for awhile. You didn't mind too much, after all you were visiting today and he was probably also a busy person. Nonetheless, today was the day you'd visit, so you dressed warm before you exited your house. You wished was it was bit warmer, but winter was never that kind and thus you were bundled up in 3 layers of clothes and a thick scarf to make sure that your face remained warm as well. You made your way through the streets until you finally reached your destination, Tong Yao already waiting at the gate in her own winter coat. When she spotted you, she only smiled brightly before sprinting at you, engulfing you into a tight hug.

"I missed you!" She whined loudly as she pulled back, inspecting you from head to toe.

"You got thin." "That's what college does, young sister." You commented at your small sister, who only gave you a pout before pulling you inside of her dorms. Even though you were only a year older than her, she acted more like your older sister.

Inside, everyone was sat at their computers and you could Lu Yue shouting loudly at his older brother about something. You hung up your coat and scarf before following your sister inside, immediatley drawing everyone's attention as the room grew silent.

"Ignore them." Tong Yao said as she continued to guide you to the kitchen area, forcing you to sit down before getting some food and dropping it in front of you. You rolled your eyes, but ate the food anyway. No way you'd deny free food.

As you ate, you turned around to watch what the others were doing only to be greeted with the stares of everyone. You gave a wave, swallowing your food before speaking up.

"I'm Tong Yao's sister, pleasure to meet you all." You commented and they all nodded before returning to their games. All except for K, who just looked at you in confusion. You just gave him a wink before turning around when Tong Yao called your name.

"I haven't told him yet." "I figured..." You said with a smile, taking a sip of the drink that you had received before turning around again. You took your phone out of your pocket and started a call to K, waiting for him to pick up. You saw his eyes flash to his phone before he quickly picked up, turning in his chair as he got up. He seemed confused when you didn't say anything and asked if you were alright.

"Left." You answered and he frowned, turning left before he noticed you again. You waved your phone with a smile, showing his name ID on your phone. He lowered his phone slowly, staring at you before checking his phone again. You couldn't help but snort, getting up from your chair and turning your head to Tong Yao for a second.

"I'll be back in a second." You said before walking past K, grabbing his collar as you passed him and dragged him outside. Once you stood outside, you quickly closed the door behind you before turning to face him.

"Didn't expect that, did ya?" You asked and he raised an eyebrow at you before sighing.

"So, you're Heartbreaker..." You nodded. "And you're also Tong Yao's sister?" You nodded again before sitting down on one of the chairs and looking at him again.

"You not going to say anything?" "You're prettier in person." He answered and your eyes widened at the sudden compliment, chuckling softly.

"Thanks... Likewise." You commented and he frowned at your comment, so you quickly explained that Tong Yao was kind enough to sent you pictures of him while he texted you.

"She what?" He asked and you laughed again before pulling up to pictures that she had sent you, showing them to K with a smile and enjoying the

"Just a second." He said before storming inside and you flinched when you suddenly heard a loud scream from inside that sounded like your sister before K walked back outside with a calm look.

"Did you just kill my sister?" "She's fine." He answered and you frowned, looking inside to see Tong Yao on the ground in shock. She looked fine...ish?

"The pictures weren't that bad." You commented and he rolled his eyes.

"If you wanted pictures so bad, you could've asked." He commented as he sat down and you gave him a smile.

"I'll remember that then." You said before getting up.

"How about getting some drinks?" You then asked and he agreed quickly, following you out. All the way to the café and back, both of you just talked about your interests and you only discovered more similar interests.

Once you arrived back in the dorms, you gave everyone their drinks while still talking to K. He didn't move back to his computer and instead sat on the couch with you, sipping on his own drink as he continued to listen to your ranting. You didn't even notice that you were ranting, but once you started going about something you were passionate about there was no stopping you. Yet he just listened to you, eyes full of adoration. This was something that was quickly noticed by Tong Yao as she watched the two of you with a broad grin, seeing the adoration in his eyes for you.

So of course, she had to embarrass him.

"Hey K?!" She exclaimed and he turned his head, clearly giving her a dead stare as your ranting stopped. Tong Yao only beckoned him over and he got up, even more annoyed now as he stood next to her. She beckoned him to lean down to her height and he leaned forward until she could whisper in his ear.

"Stop looking at my sister like she's the love of your life." She whispered before watching K turn red from embarrassment while also keeping an eye on you. You hadn't heard anything, just waiting patiently on the couch as you typed on your phone.

"Instead of acting like she's the love of your live, make her the love of your life." She then said before pushing him away and he could only walk back to the confusion, sitting back down next to you.

"What she say?" You asked and he shrugged before asking you to continue your story. You smiled slightly before going back into your rant and K went back to listening while staring at you again. This time, however, it didn't go unnoticed to you. You noticed the stare and couldn't help but feel your face heat up as you kept talking, trying to finish the story without stuttering. Once finished, you looked at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?" You then asked and he scoffed, his face heating up once more as he turned away from you.

"We should go get some food." Tong Yao then commented and everyone quickly agreed, all of them quickly getting ready to go out while you and K stayed downstairs.

"So why were you staring? Am I that beautiful?" You teased, faking your confidence a bit as you made the comment, and he just gave you an annoyed look.

"Am I?" You teased again and he sighed. "Yes." He then answered and you were a bit taken aback by his sudden answer. He just rolled his eyes at you and got up from the couch as everyone gathered at the front door. You all went to a restaurant with classical Chinese food, on request of Lao Mao and Lu Yue, and of course, you were sat next to K again. Tong Yao had somehow gotten the others to join in her teasing, all of them making comments about how you looked together. Every time someone did, both you and K looked at them with a deadly glare and it only made everyone laugh again at how synced you two were.

You could only groan in response.

The rest of the dinner was quiet, but you only felt anxious with all eyes on you. So you were glad when it was over, walking at the back of the pack as you searched for an hour that your bus would come. K was next to you, watching over your shoulder before pointing at your bus icon.

"Tomorrow at 6... Nice." You mumbled before quickly walking to Tong Yao and asking if you could stay the night, to which she responded with a sure.

It was 4 or 5 in the morning when you woke up, your head aching and you suddenly remembered that drinking alcohol always gave you huge headaches, and you had drank 3 or 4 glasses last night. Rolling out of the bed, you unwrapped Tong Yao from your waist before slowly waddling downstairs. You entered the kitchen and stopped when you saw someone else, not being able to tell who it was. You just trudged to the freezer and pulled open the door, grabbing a bottle of water before glancing at the person again.

It was K, now visible because of the fridge lightning, and he also held a water bottle in his hand while trying to keep the light out of his eyes. You closed the door again before hopping on the counter.

"Why you up?" You asked and he sighed, nodding before sipping from his drink.

"You?" "Headache... I apparently drank a bit too much." You commented and he snorted, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at you. You just rolled your eyes at him, drinking from your own bottle before looking back to him.

"I didn't get to say this earlier, but sorry for Tong Yao earlier." You said and he looked up before shrugging at the comment. You fidgeted with your fingers, sighing softly before looking at him again as he spoke up.

"I don't mind it that much. They tease me about that a lot." He said and you frowned at that, leaning forward as you put the bottle of water down.

"They tease you a lot about... liking me?" You asked cautiously and you could see the wheels in his head turning before he realized that he basically exposed himself. Even though you didn't see much, you could see his face turning red as he looked annoyed at himself.

"So I'm right? You like me?" You asked as you leaned back again, leaning against the side of the fridge as you waited for an answer. He only rolled his eyes, walking to the fridge and pulling it open to put his bottle of water back. Once he closed it and attempted to walk off, you only pulled the back of his shirt until he stood in front of you. He gave you a look of annoyance, which quickly melted away as you kissed his cheek softly.

"This is going to be really awkward if I read that wrong..." You mumbled as you pulled back, but he didn't let you continue as he kissed you again. He moved to stand in between your legs as his hand moved to your neck while pulling you closer, his other hand resting beside your leg. Once he pulled back, you felt like you had lost your breath and he only smirked at you.

"Shut up, I didn't expect it. That's all." You said and he leaned forward again, only for you to lean back.

"What are you doing...?" You asked as your head bummed against the cabinet, his nose still touching yours and he only gave you a smile.

"Can I not kiss you again?" He asked and you pushed him away, pouting at him.

"So... What are we then?" "I'll be your boyfriend, no?" He asked and you smiled, nodding happily before freezing when the lights went on. On the stairs stood Tong Yao and Lu Yue, both lights sleepers and probably woke up from the loud chattering between you and K. The looks on their faces were quite funny to see, but seeing how you were sitting with K standing in between your legs must have looked weird to them.

However, K did not move away and instead just leaned his head on on your shoulder with a frustrated groan. You just chuckled, weaving your fingers through his hair before turning to the two on the stairs.

"Morning..." You said and Lu Yue was the first to rush off, probably off to get his phone while Tong Yao just stared at you before just shaking her head and walking back to her room.

"I think we just ruined her morning..." "I don't care." He replied, head still placed on your shoulder before slowly raising it to look at you.

"Shouldn't you get ready?" He asked and you turned your head to look at the clock that hung off the wall, seeing that you had 30 minutes before your bus would arrive. You hopped off the counter, kissing him once more before walking upstairs to get dressed. You passed Lu Yue, who seemed a bit disappointed as he saw you next to him instead of downstairs.

Once you were dressed, you went downstairs again, seeing that everyone else had miraculously woken up and sitting downstairs. You greeted K once more with a kiss on the cheek before saying goodbye to everyone, then rushing off to catch your bus. Tong Yao turned in her chair, kicking K's chair to catch his attention.

"Do not ever do that again in the dorms."

[cresvalkyrie]

Hauyne, the Liberator

>>> Basic Info Name: Artemis Viator Alias: Hauyne, Light (by Marianette), Little Dove (by Karen) Species: Sidhe/Aura Wielder (Eikon) True Form: █████████ Age: 19 (physical), approx. 700+ (chronological) Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her (sing.), they/them (plural) Birthday: December 22 Height: 5'9" Attribute: Light Trainer Class: Liberator

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TW: misogyny, implied domestic abuse, mentions of death in childbirth, stillbirth, child abuse and neglect, child murder attempt, mutilation, transphobia, alcoholism, depression, suicide attempts, death of a family member, bullying

[Birth and Early Life] Hauyne, born Artemis Viator, was not a planned nor was she was wanted child... at least, in her father's eyes. To him, life was already perfect: a beautiful subservient wife, and a high-achieving son that he was confident would one day walk in his footsteps as a military man. He never wanted a daughter; girls were weak, overly emotional, took too much money and effort to raise, and would ultimately become a burden to the family, he thinks.

So when his wife defied him and adamantly insisted on keeping the unplanned child, he was floored. He could not understand why his wife would want another, when they already have the perfect child. But despite his strong feelings on it, he eventually acquiesced, grudgingly letting his wife have her way if only not to disturb the peace in the household.

Unbeknownst to him, his wife and son did not share his lack of enthusiasm over the new arrival. If anything, they were overjoyed and excited; his son, Orion, had always wanted a little sibling to spoil, and his wife had always wanted a large family. A wish that went unfulfilled because of the threats of pain and violence.

However, it was not all smooth sailing. Her mother had always been sickly, and her condition had only worsened when she got pregnant with her. By some miracle, she managed to carry her until the end... or rather, she would have, if tragedy had not struck in the form of a fatal accident. The culprit was never caught, and the stress of it all caused her to go into labour prematurely.

The child that she gave birth to was born dead, killed when she was still in the womb, while the mother herself was barely clinging on to life in spite of her mortal injuries. It was a miracle, doctors had marvelled. A shame her child did not make it, they had said. Yet, what no one knew was that she had a secret: a secret that she had sworn to take to her grave, known only to her flesh and blood.

Her mother was not human. Neither were her children. They were all Sidhe, Eikons to be specific. And for her, she was special, because she possessed a remnant of Arceus's power within herself. And for the sake of her stillborn child, she will give up this power - the very thing that's keeping her alive - to her daughter, so that she may live.

It was a shame that the only ones to witness her passing and bade her farewell for the final time were her two children, Orion and her newly revived infant daughter. With her final breaths, she made Orion promise to take care of his sister for her, before her strength finally ran out.

Ever since her birth and her mother's passing, their lives went on a nosedive. Her father did not hear the news until much later, and when he did, he was devastated. He blamed his daughter for the death of his wife, and drowned himself in alcohol out of grief. On the days he was not intoxicated out of his mind (which were many), he would take out his rage and grief on his defenseless daughter, using whatever flimsy excuse that came to mind to justify his senseless acts of cruelty. Some days, Orion was able to intervene, although it meant him taking the blows for his sister's behalf.

To make matters worse, she was frail and sickly as a child, constantly falling ill and having to make frequent visits to the hospital even as a baby. Her father, of course, would turn a deaf ear to her cries, and would simply beat her to silence her if it got too much for him to take. Because of this, Orion was the one who raised his sister despite his young age, and the two shared a close bond for this reason.

Things eventually came to a head when Orion first came out as a non-binary when she was 5. Their father was furious beyond words when he found out, calling them a "f*ggot" and tried to make them take it back in his drunken rage... until little Artemis stumbled into the scene, oblivious to the disaster unfolding in the room. Immediately he locked on to her, pinning all the blame for his misfortune onto the girl and went after her in a dark rage.

It was only thanks to Orion's intervention that it did not escalate to a full-blown murder, but they did not act quickly enough to prevent him from blinding her in her left eye. Their father was arrested for that murder attempt soon after, and it was only weeks later that he was found dead in his cell (the cause was declared to be a brain aneurysm, but the truth was that he was ganged up and beaten to death by the other inmates).

As their legal caretaker was out of the picture and Orion still not of age yet (they were 17 when their father was arrested and sentenced to jail), the two siblings went to live with their maternal grandfather in the countryside, their only living relative left.

However, yet another tragedy struck. The train they were boarded on derailed as it was crossing the straits, plunging into the waters below. Orion vanished during the accident, and there were no known survivors. None, except for her, by some divine providence. She was found days after the accident on a beach, unconscious and somehow unharmed aside from a few bruises. After her recovery, she was sent to a foster home system, where she remained for two years - bouncing in and out of homes who treated her harshly, sometimes being forced to go to the streets - until her grandfather was finally contacted and came to collect her.

[First Childhood] Her first childhood was spent in the same fishing village her mother grew up in, with only her grandfather for company. She was shunned and ostracised by everyone, whispering hushed rumours about her being a "devil's child" for living in the supposedly haunted manor at the edge of the village... or mocking her for her unnatural white hair and making her life downright miserable. Her only safe space was the manor she lived in, for no villager was foolhardy enough to test the veracity behind the haunted manor rumours, and so she was left alone in peace as long as she remained inside.

Over time, the solitary life and the repeated bullying she faced made her withdraw into herself, no longer making any attempts to reach out. The only time she would come out is to help her grandfather manage his traditional medicine shop, and that was only when she isn't occupying herself with her studies or whatever she had busied herself with. Even then, there were stretches of time where she her childhood illness acted up, leaving her bedridden for days if not weeks.

It was during this time she picked up on a certain Pokemon fangame... and many others, in fact. And she was enamoured with it, for reasons she could not put a finger on. These games were what helped her get on with life, alleviating the crippling loneliness of her life even for a brief moment, but it was enough to keep her going. For a while, things were bearable...

But then came the day her grandfather passed when she just turned 12. To say she did not take it well was a gross understatement; up until then, he was her only companion and role model, and to lose her only loved one just like that? It was devastating. So devastating, that it was the final straw for her. And with yet another one of her episodes, she simply let herself starve to death, hoping to finally be free of this torturous nightmare... but it did not happen. At some point, she had blacked out from pain, exhaustion and hunger, and when she awoke the episode had subsided... along with a warm meal by her bedside and the door suspiciously open when it was left closed and locked the whole time.

It was baffling to her. Who would even save her? Why did they do that? She had not wanted to live any longer, so why...? Regardless, the unexpected act had gave her some hope, restoring some of her will to live despite everything. So she continued to persevere, enduring the dark life of solitude for some years to come.

When she was 17, she stumbled upon an odd silhouette hidden in a thick blanket of fog while she was wandering around the forests near her home. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, but a part of her urged her to follow the silhouette, and she did, if only on an impulse. She pursued the silhouette for what felt like an eternity, until it led her to a moonlit pond in a clearing... and the silhouette nowhere to be seen.

Curiosity piqued, she starts to investigate the pond, feeling an odd sense of deja vu with it that made her want to approach the waters... until suddenly, she felt someone shove her from behind, pushing her into the pond. And before she knew it, she was falling out from the sky... and blacked out.

[Variya's Contract, and the First Cycle] In her dream (or was it?), she was approached by Variya who proposed a contract to her. Variya wished for her to become the Interceptor of this world, to save them from a fate of oblivion and destruction. While she was initially reluctant to do so, not wanting to get caught in a destiny as large as this, she was eventually persuaded to do so after Variya brought up an enticing possibility: the chance to finally meet and befriend the people she had known from a distance for so long, this time for real.

Unable to resist that notion, she accepted the contract, thus becoming the Interceptor... and she awoke in the S.S Oceana. The first incarnation of the cruiser, in fact. In the body of none other than Aevis.

The events to come after would play almost exactly as v1's plot, but after she tried to board the train to Route 2 in pursuit of Melia... she blacked out, only to awaken once more in the S.S Oceana, back to the day she first arrived at Aevium. The cycles have officially begun.

[Endless Cycles, and the Truth] So just like that, she was trapped in a never-ending cycle. Every time she would reach a certain point, she would be forcibly returned to the start of the cycle. On a few occasions, the entire timeline of events would be different (i.e. version updates, in an out of universe context), and rendering her prior knowledge useless. A pattern she found out was that for every two major cycles, her body or "host" would change. For the first two, it was Aevis. The next was Aevia, then Axel, and then Ariana, followed by Aero and finally Alain before she was able to keep her own body.

However, there was another thing to the repeated cycles: the more times she underwent the cycles, the more integrated she became with this world. At some point, in what she would call the eighth major cycle, she was set as one of the orphaned Mieran refugees who was placed under the custody of Phoenix Academy and becoming part of the six protag's friend group.

From then on, every time a major cycle begins, she would start again as a malnourished orphan and forced to relive that part of her life until she was brought back in the S.S Oceana. After that, the minor cycles would begin from this point onward.

Eventually, unable to take the endless cycles, in the thirteenth major cycle she attempted to deviate from the "script" as much as she possibly could. All in the desperate hope of breaking free from the purgatory she and her friends were trapped in. Unfortunately, all it did was made her journey even more difficult than it should, before it ultimately met its end through the Xenpurgis breaking containment far too early and destroying everything in its path (including its creators).

She had only managed to destroy Xenpurgis by absorbing the Archetype's powers, ascending to a god, but it was already too late by then. The world was now a barren ruin, reality fraying by its threads and the Core damaged beyond repair. All that was left of this ruined world was herself.

Unwilling to accept this as her fate, she began the painstaking process of rebuilding the world, brick by brick. Once it and the Core were rebuilt, she stripped most of her powers away from herself to be used as an energy source to power the Core, before resetting the world. This would be the first and only time she had started a brand new cycle of her own free will, using her own power.

Thus, did the fourteenth major cycle begin. The current cycle, and this time, she will set everyone free. No matter the cost.

[deadsnothere]

End of the barrel

Synopsis - Instead of Lockwood and the end of Fairfax's gun it's Alias?

Masterlist

WARNINGS! - Involves threats with a gun, talk of experimenting on people, and death of a family member.

Request - No! BUT PLEASE REQUEST!!!

Word Count - 2k

Speak Ali! - I started writing this two weeks ago finished it at an craft fair for my aunt. I'm dying i'm so exhausted.

I, Alias Kipps, am not scared of death.

I've been surrounded by it since I was young, I've been to over 20 funeral’s in the 17 years of my life. I've seen and witnessed the most terrifying deaths from touching sources as someone else's test subject.

so when Fairfax held a gun out, with me at the end of the barrel, I could say I almost felt free.

This situation was interesting to say the least, Lockwood was hiding behind a table along with Lucy, while George was hidden behind a chair. Hopefully, None of them had been seen when Fairfax himself caught me. “You know it's dangerous to be “alone” in a house like this, Alias, But to be fair in this house you're never alone, are you?” His assistant stood tall beside him. “You! You broke into our house to get the ring!-” we’d just figured that out not long ago. “And by the way bitch- Get better perfume, with a job with a man like that, I know you can afford the good scents-”

All in one sudden moment, Fairfax had shot a gun he pulled from his back pocket. “Woah buddy be careful with that thing you might just get hurt-” I chuckled as he pointed it at me, “Where is the ring Kipps?” I put my hands behind my back, smiling at him. “Wow, last names? how formal for a man I've known my entire life.” He laughed right back at me. “I still remember how sad you were at my wife’s funeral…to bad I killed her.” On the inside my pulse was beating, my heart was going miles in seconds but not because a gun walked with me as I paced, but because I could see Lucy holding Lockwood back in the corner of my eye.

“Really? You cried with us and everything! shocking honestly.” Well now I see why he was in show business. “Ya know John we’re not too different. I'm about to be in a musical as a “bad girl” and you're going to be in jail with your name in the paper writing you, rightfully, as the bad guy!” I spoke enthusiastically, he rolled his eyes and scoffed at me. “Oh please, Kid we both know you don't wanna die so just give me the damn ring!” I raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I have the ring?” He laughed right back at me. “No one is stupid enough to leave something at home after someone has attempted to steal it already, so hand me the ring kid. Or I will shoot, and I'd hate to shoot my test subject.”

I laughed along with him. “See John you have almost everything right up until one little underestimation.” I let a smile twist onto my face again. “What is that, little Alias?” That nickname made me want to hurl, but I couldn't show it. He always called me that nickname after he would experiment on me. Put me in rooms with type 2’s and 3’s to see if I could survive, he went too far one day, and it all happened because I was selfish and scared of death.

I walked towards him, slowly. Taking my rapier out of its sheath and flinging it in the direction of George watching it hit the chair sticking inside of it, George hopefully a-ok on the other side. The closer I got the more nervous you could visibly see Fairfax get, But it all had to be an act. I stopped once The gun touched my forehead. “I'm not scared of death.”

He cocked the gun, “bye bye, Little Ali.” I turned around facing the other members of the agency, a bright smile on my face, as I could feel the shake of him pulling the trigger. The plan here was to flip around before he could pull it and unarm him, but it never happened. “HEY FAIRFAX-” Well that plan went out the window…

Lucy shot up, She was the one who had the locket with the ring inside it, I know she did because she slept with it on at night and dropped it, (And I gave it to her) I already knew what it was of course, i'm the one who designed the locket, and put the ring in there. “Lucy, let me handle it!-” I’m sure if any of us were thinking straight, we would’ve been freaking out but I felt great!

“You want the ring?- Take your damn ring.” she threw down the locket and watched it crack open as it slammed onto the floor, the ghost of Annabel screaming out.

I wish I could remember the rest but…all I can remember is the feeling of someone's hands on my head after I fainted. The weight of the explosion finally kicking in.

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“Alias!- Alias we need you to sign this?!- Alias wake up.” I don't remember much from this either, Mostly the feeling of the cold van on my body, except for my head it was laid on Lockwood’s lap. I signed some papers with hopefully my signature, and immediately went back to sleep.

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When I woke up again, I wasn't sure what had happened. I was incredibly confused and had a huge headache. The sunlight was beaming down on me in- LOCKWOODS CLOTHES- Wait wait wait- Now that I got a proper look around the room I realized, I was in Lockwoods room.

“So you finally woke up?” The door opened to a tall man standing in the door way, Anthony. I nodded with his words sitting up in the bed. “Yeah…so- What happened exactly?” he shook his head at me, almost like he couldn't believe me. “Alias, I almost watched you get shot in the head. Can you remember that..?” I went quiet playing with my hands. “I-I’m sorry. it's my fault I know..and I should've told you guys I knew him before- just please…anthony, don't run away now.” I sound pathetic, but words were slipping out of my mouth like water glides with sand.

“What?” He was confused, you could tell by his facial expressions and his hand movements. He always played with the seam of his pocket when he was nervous. “Don't leave me please.” It was quiet coming out of my mouth, but the words spoke so much more. “Alias why would-” I cut him off. “Please anthony. Just say it- Say you won't leave me.” He finally got close enough to stand beside me. With a closer look I could see how distressed he looked, Tousled hair, eyebags deeper than a soup pot, and oil stained casual clothes on. (my fault)

I grabbed his hand and put it to my heart. “I need to know if I tell you why, If I tell you what happened with Fairfax as a child. You won’t leave me.” It's happened before, my last lover. Anthony looked at me with pure feeling in his tears eyes, which I can't tell but it was there. “I promise you Alias, I will not leave you. I will sit here and listen to your story and I won't pity you.” I can't say I'm shocked, I think I’d be more shocked if he didn't say it. “I’d sit down..and this is your own bed, so come on-” I patted the spot beside me, letting him sit down and get comfortable, his hand immediately moved to my waist to give us both some comfort.

“When I was young, my parents and Fairfax had a deal, if I gave up myself to use as a test subject I would be someone with one of the best touch abilities in years.” Which obviously didn't work well. I leaned onto Anthony, his arms were hesitant to pull me closer but they did.

“He would put me in this ghost room, where they’d slide a source in and uncover it after it was secure in the room. I have so many cuts and bruises from that room,” When around the house I normally wore long sleeved shirts or jackets to cover up my arms, no one asked questions so I never told. There were many scars on my arms. Big, small, wide, thin. And a long one that went down both of my arms and across my chest. Anthony's hands traced the scars like they were art on canvas.

“Four years of pain and torture…but when I turned 10, He put a type three in there with me, it was a normal experience, at first I’d scream and cry but soon I’d just finish the job. What they failed to tell me was they’d also be adding my sister to the experiment-” Anthony wanted to throw up the second I said it, He looked like he did at least. And when he looked at up at the ceiling I could tell he was trying not to cry., but it wasn't out of pity, it was Sympathy.

“She was pushed into the room and I did what I normally did hiding behind the bed, but she wasn't scared. She was too young to be scared.” We both wanted to throw up now. “I was too scared to help her because she was too reckless. I was terrified of death and because of that, she ended up where I was scared I would-” He drew his arm around my shoulder putting his mouth to my temple softly. “-She died, Anthony. And I could've prevented it because I was supposed to protect her, I was her big sister-” We were close, she always said it was stupid of mom and dad to hurt me like they had. To make her watch, She was right, she was always right. “meant to be, forever and always.”

“Are they going to hurt you Ali?” Lainey was holding onto my dress for the life of her. Scared of the man standing in front of me, shaking my parents hand. “No Lainey, they don't hurt me.” I knew she didn't believe me but I had to keep it up. “Then why are you crying?” I tried my best to laugh it off. “Because I'm just so happy it's me and not you, Lain.” She stood up tall, finally letting her grip go on my dress. “Alias, are you always gonna be able to protect me?” … “Always and forever Lainey.”

“She meant the world to me.” Neither of us spoke for a minute. It was a minute exactly, I counted. “That's why I'm not afraid of death.” It was a simple statement that made Anthony flinch softly. “And maybe when I saw Fairfax pull out that gun I wasn't scared, because me and Lainey would be dying to the same hands.” Anthony finally looked me in the eyes, We we're holding eye contact for second. A tear prickled down my face, I didn't even realize I was crying.

“I love you Ant.” He didn't say anything until I went to stand up. In one quick motion he stood up and grabbed my hand. “I love you to Ali. I've been in love with you long before you moved in with me, I was in love with you when we were kids.” He looked almost relieved. “I've loved you since I moved in. You said I always had a spot in your bed if i couldn't sleep and I think right then I wanted to pass out-” …We both started to laugh. “Ali..can I kiss you?”

“Of course Ant-” We got close quick, my hands were on his shoulders, his are on my face. We both closed our eyes it was magica- “Oh i'm so sorry!-” Our noses bumped eachother, us both bursting out in laughter. “Wanna try that again?” I nodded back, still giggling. This time we succeeded our faces slotted together perfectly, our hands played together the tips of our fingers played together, and so did our lips. Now this was magical, absolutely magical.

“...wow-” I started to giggle again. “Wow?” He questioned. “Yeah wow- that was amazing.” He laughed at me. “Better than our first kiss?-” “That was not a kiss!” when we were kids we accidentally fell into eachother bonking our heads together and making us kiss. Anthony said that was his first kiss, I said it didn't count.

“I kinda want some tea?”...“We should make some tea!” I was grinning lazily, almost as if I was high. “Making some tea with my boyfriend…i'm so cool.” Anthony raised his eyebrow. “Boyfriend?” I nodded. “You have no choice! Love confession = boyfriend!” we were giggling at each other, He never disagreed so as I see it, he's my boyfriend. We finally walked out of the room to make ourselfs some tea.

I'm dying :D Pls request more guys, I need motivation 🫶🏼

[doudouneverte]

Two Side

a/n : i was doing my homework and i thought about it so, voilà

*not my GIF*

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Readere

Summary: Natasha and you were a happy couple, you have a pretty girl daughter and a beautiful life. But you're an agent from an another orgnaisation and the worst enemy of the SHIELD and the Avengers, so what could go wrong when one of your mission goes wrong ?

Types: Angst

Warning: No happy ending

word count: 3212

Part 2 HERE

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You met Natasha when she was a SHIELD agent. You didn't know she was a spy, and honestly, you didn't mind even now; you met her in a bar after a mission. You worked for an organization that's called the HEAD. It's like the SHIELD, but for the 'bad guys', you joined them when you were 18 and since you became a very good agent. You had a special ability that helped you with that; you could control the shadows and move through them, which is pretty cool.

One year before the incident in New York, Nat and you got married, which was the best day of your life, and one year later you learned that she was a hero. Nat didn't really ask you about your past; it was a sensible topic for both of you. You had a lot of common points with your wife; you were the best agent of your organization, and you knew how to keep secrets and how to hide things. Even after the first assembly of the Avengers, you were a secret for them; at least Y/N Y/L/N-Romanoff was a secret for them.

Like your wife, you had an alias, Queen Shadow, and you didn't really mind, but you quickly became one of the biggest threats to your second wife's family. They tracked you every day, but you were too smart to be caught, and even Fury, Maria, and Clint, who were here for your wedding, didn't suspect you. You were the perfect wife, with a common job, and after Ultron, with Nat, you decided to have a child together. Rose was your little sunshine; you were the one who was pregnant, and of course you were dismissed for your function as an agent during your pregnancy. Fury and Stephen, your boss, were the godfathers, and even if they secretly hated each other, they don't know who they were. which was quite funny.

Your life was peaceful until this day. You drove Rose back from the school, and she said, "Mommy, the school set up a school trip to the Avengers Tower tomorrow." She was very excited. "Do you think mama will be there?"

You looked at her and smiled. "Of course, she'd never miss a chance to spend time with you."

And it was true; since Rose's birth, Natasha had been more at home; she only went to missions if they needed all the team; she was so happy to have both of you.

She didn't tell the avenger about her personal life yet, but that's okay for you because that meant you didn't have to be the perfect wife in front of them; you already fought them, and each time you succeeded in running away, but you were always a little injured, so you would rush to your house and heal your injuries alone and obviously clean after to not alarm the old redhead, and after that, she would come one or two hours after you and you cleaned her bruises and injuries like nothing happened.

Back home, you received a text from Stephen.

Stephen : the avengers have a weapon who can be useful i'll sent the details later. to make short this weapon can erase mind temporally, so you'll have to bring this weapon asap and you'll go tomorow, you'll be support by 3 super soldiers. good luck agent Y/L/N Me: but tomorow Rose have a school trip and i have to prepare her lunch and everything else Stephen: *link of a pdf file* Stephen: sorry but it's a one of the most important mission and ther is no other agent good as you for that and your wife is a avenger so it will be easy

You rode the file and found more information on the weapon and even a plan of the tower. You didn't like to fight the Avengers; they were not the mighiest heroes of the hearth for nothing, but you hated most to fight against your wife and even Clint; he was always good with Rose and you, and he was like a big brother for Natasha. But the orders are the orders.

Later that afternoon, Natasha came back earlier than usual. "I'm home, detka," she said while she hugged you from the back. You were lost in your thoughts about the mission, Rose, and your wife. Noticing your lack of comment, the redhead started to be concerned. "Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" 

You snapped out of your mind and looked at your wife. "Hey honey, I didn't hear you come. Are you okay?

"Yes, and you?"

"Oh, you know, with the work, it's tiring, but yeah. Oh, and I think our little princess had something to ask you about tomorrow; you should go see her; she's in her room; she had some homework to do." Natasha gave you a peck on your lips before going to your daughter's bedroom.

You looked at your phone and the details for the mission again. The rest of the day was good as usual, even better because Rose was excited about tomorrow.

Later that night, on your bed, you were about to fall asleep when the Russian whispered something "Y/N?" You hummed, and she continued, "I think it's time for you to meet the team."

Your eyes were now wide open, and you looked at her "Sorry, what?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time since we've been married, and Rose is 5 now. I think it's time for her to meet her other uncle and auntie except Clint, Maria, and Tarah." Tarah was your best friend; you knew her since you were five, and she joined the HEAD one month before you, and you were really close. She's like a sister to you, and she was truly happy to know you dated Natasha. She was the cool auntie for Rose, and she liked her like she was her own daughter.

"Yeah, why not? That would be cool, but you'll have to give me a date because next week will be busy at  work."It was not really a lie; if you succeed in your mission, you know they'll spend the next week doing experiments, and of course they would want you to be here at least to see what they do.

"I'll tell you," she kissed your neck. "I'm impatient to introduce you two to them; you'll love them" if they don't try to kill you after they discover you're one of the biggest threats they have to fight, maybe.

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The next day came pretty quickly. You didn't sleep the night; you were thinking about what the ex-assassin said. You made the breakfast for Rose and Nat, and when they ate and left for school and work, it was your time to leave.

Three hours later, here you were, in front of the Avengers' tower, your biggest enemy HQ. What could go wrong?

Everything went wrong. Your mission was not so easy. A few seconds after you caught what you had come for, an agent activated the alarm, and you killed him. Now you had to escape before-

"It's been a long time since the last time we saw you." You turned around and saw Wanda and Tony. Oh no, it couldn't have been worse. The young redhead has hated you since the last time you fought because you knocked her out before she could use her magic, and you left a little scar on her forehead. And Tony, he hated you since the first time you saw him like the OG Avengers.

"Hey, you two." You smile awkwardly. Thanks to your mask, they didn't know what you looked like. "I really want to stay, but I'm a little hurried right now, so see you soon," before you could use the shadow to disapear, you heard Friday say.

"Mr. Stark, the children are stuck in the lab; there was an explosion, and three super soldiers entered the tower. I sent the iron legion." Oh, man, when will it be better?

It's been 25 minutes now since you started to fight Iron Man and the Scarlet Witch alone. You were good at hand-to-hand fighting, but it was pretty hard to contain Wanda when Tony was here to shoot you. You managed to find a way near the lab; you need backup, and the super soldiers were here for that. In the lab, they were just your teammate asleep on the roof. No backup in the the enemy's HQ, you had known best moment. You wanted to run to the door when you heard a sob. You looked around and found a redhead girl in a corner of the lab; you knew her. You rushed to her and caught her in your arms. "Hey baby, it's mommy; do you hear me?"

Rose looked at you and said, "Mommy?" Before she could say anything else, you did something you were sure you'd regret later.

"FRIDAY that's it?" You asked loudly.

"YES?" the AI said.

"Tell Natasha to join me in front of the tower asap, please." You didn't hear her say anything more; you put back your mask and rushed to the exit.

Here you were outside of the tower, and you smiled at yourself. Rose fell asleep when you tried to escape, and you were about to let her go with her teacher when you heard a familiar voice yell after you.

"LET MY DAUGHTER GO NOW!!!" You saw your wife, and the anger in her eyes was totally unfamiliar. She had never been angry after you two met, and now she held a gun to your head. You were a little happy to know she could do anything to protect your daughter, but you reminded yourself why you were here, and before you could do anything, you passed out.

You woke up later in a dark room; your hands were tied up in the back of the chair where you were forced to sit, and the handcuffs didn't let you use your power. You groaned; it was the first time you were caught, and honestly, it was pretty degrading. You were the best agent of the HEAD; you always cleaned up your mission without any problem, but now you were in the Avengers Tower, and you didn't know if your little princess was alright. Two minutes later, the door in front of you opened, and you saw Wanda, Steve, and Tony enter. You knew what they were doing: Stark would be the good cop, Roger the bad cop, and Maximoff a lie detector. Captain America pulled your mask off, and Iron Man started to speak.

"I didn't know the infamous Queen Shadow would be a pretty girl like you," you glared at him, and even after a half hour of interrogation, you didn't speak. Wanda was upset, and you knew that, but you will not reveal anything that they could use to hurt your second family, so you have to distract them until the rescue comes.

"I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty," you said, and without saying a word, they left you. You looked around and saw a camera in a corner of the room. You smiled at the camera and started to try to distract yourself.

In the meeting room, everybody was tense; you easily broke the security system and nobody knew how, and when they were arguing, the door opened and they saw the Black Widow with a girl in her arm, which made them confused.

"Nat, who's that girl?" Sam asked.

"My daughter," she replied. "I tried to contact my wife, but she didn't reply; it's unusual." She took a seat and watched the screen, which showed your figure sitting on the chair with your head toward the floor. "Did she say anything?"

"So nobody will question the fact that Romanoff has a daughter and a wife?" Tony asked, but the Russian glared at him to let him know that was not the moment. But when Steve tried to continue the meeting, Rose looked at the screen and spoke loudly.

"Mama why mommy is here ? And why's she tied to a chair?" Everyone looked at the girl, then at Nat, and finally at the screen. Even in the dark, you sensed something was wrong. You looked at the camera and tried to figure out if there was a mic. And now your wife saw you—your eyes, your lips, your face—it was you. She wanted to scream and cry, but she couldn't, not in front of her teammate or her daughter.

She stood up, and all the eyes were on her now. She held Rose to Clint, and without a word, she walked to where you were. When you heard the door, you were about to make some jokes to anybody who would come, but when you raised your head, you froze. There was a silence; both of you were too shocked to say something, but Natasha did. "Hi detka," her voice was more broken than after any fight you had. You saw tears in her eyes before your vision became blurry. She sat in the chair in front of you.

"Hey, honey," you replied.

"I thought you were at work," she said.

You looked at your suit, then at her. "I was." She wanted to say something, but you cut her off. "Do you remember when Rose was in the kitchen and the second you turned away, she was on the couch near me?" you asked.

"Yeah, of course I was afraid. I looked everywhere to find her." You both started to laugh at the memory.

"This time when I was on the couch, I felt something, like a warning, and before I could find what it was, she was lying on top of me. She was really cute, and I realized something: Our baby girl has power." She smiled and let you continue. "I wanted to tell you, but then I remembered why she was like that." Nat looked at your suit an then at your face again. "It was a gift from her mommy, and when I thought about telling you, I knew that I'd have to explain all the bad sides of your perfect wife. The fact that after I lost my parents when I was five, some scientists did some experiments on my body and my DNA. I was afraid because if I told you about my power, I knew you'd put the pieces together and find out who I really am."

"After the attack on New York, you said, 'no more secret between us' do you remember?" She asked, and you nodded. "And now I find that my daughter has powers, and my wife, at least the woman who I called my wife, was one of the worst villains that I had to fight." The last part hurted you.

"I didn't have the choice, honey i-"

"We always have a choice, Y/N!" She cut you off. "I trusted you. I told you everything about me, my past, my fears, and you…you betrailed me; you betrailed your daughter; you betrailed us!" You din't say anything, and she continued, "I loved you more than anyone before Rose's birth and even after you were one of my priorities. You met Fury and Maria; Clint let you play with his children. You were the best thing in my life," you wanted to answer, but you didn't want to upset her more.

"How is she?" you asked shyly.

"Good." The answer was dry and cold.

You looked at the camera and asked, "Can she hear us?" Natasha nodded. "Okay. Baby girl, listen to me. I'm really sorry for that. I wish I could have told you, but I had to keep this secret just to make sure no one would harm you." You chuckled, and the spy glared at you. You spoke again, but this time directly to the camera: "Both moms have a lot of enemies, but you know what? It doesn't matter because your mama will always protect you; she's a super hero." You looked at your wife(?) "She is my super hero, and that, even before she fought some aliens or a robot who wanted to conquer the world, Natalia Aliana Romanova, I love you, and I'm so sorry. I wish I could tell you how sorry I am, but I will need a lot of time, and I don't really have time." Natasha frowned, and you whispered, "Can you cut the mic, please?" She looked at you.

"Friday, cut the mic, please," and after the confirmation of the AI, you spoke again.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I lost my parents when I was five, and after that, the orphanage where I was sold me, Tarah, and two other girls to Hydra, and they did some experiments on us for 13 years; me and Tarah were the only survivors, and after that, I joined the HEAD, an organization that formed assassins and  hitmen."Natasha clinched her fist. "I had only Tarah in my life, and one day Stephen found us and treated us like his daughters. I'm the best agent of the HEAD, like you and the SHIELD. When we met, I came back from a long mission and wanted to stop everything, and I thought the world would be better without me, but you proved me otherwise, and you made me the happiest woman in the world when you said 'yes'." You paused and braithed, "After our wedding, I wanted to tell you everything, but you were always out, and then I found you working for the other side. Stephen wanted to force me to break up with you, but I said 'no' and it was the best decision of my life. You gave me all your love and your support when I was pregnant and after. I really love you, and I would want to tell everyone that I'm the wife of the black widow and the mother of her daughter."

Your eyes were wet. "Despite the fact that I killed a lot of people, when I came back home, all that didn't matter anymore; you were my little part of peace in this world. When Ultron attacked, I tried to convince Stephen to help you; maybe after that we could be happy together, but he said, 'your love makes you weak and a fool'." You chuckled at the memory, and she took your hand. "He was wrong; you are the best thing in my life, even after Rose's birth. Any other woman could be a mama for my little girl, but you, Natasha Romanoff, are the mama she could have. I loved you, I love you, and I'll always love you."

She wanted to say something, but Fury and Maria entered the room and took you "Where do you bring her?" Nat asked, but neither of them responded.

Rose ran to the Russian and started to cry. "Where do they take my mommy?" Rose said with a sob, but nobody knew, not even Steve.

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You spent the next two weeks in a cell where nobody was allowed to see you. And then it was time for your trial. You were in the car, and the ride was quiet. The car stopped at a traffic light, and a second later it exploded.

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ABOUT

Full Name: Mariana Valerio Cabrera

Nickname: Mari (preferred), Mariposa (Spanish for butterfly - her nickname from her mom & stepdad)

Age/DOB: February 18, 1991 (33)

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Gender: Cis Female

Place of Birth: Briar Ridge, SC

Neighborhood: Downtown 

Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual / Biromantic

Religion: Agnostic, doesn’t really have any relationship with religion

Occupation: Songwriter, Former Event Coordinator at Firefly Brewery & 1/2 of the band Palmetto Drive

PERSONALITY

Goals/Desires: to learn to play the drums, to be comfortable playing in a group/duo again, stop using an alias when she writes songs for other artists, take more photos, stop leaving her favorite sweater at her best friend’s house

Fears: loneliness, death, heights, spiders, snakes, frogs 

Hobbies: binge watching 90s/00s tv shows, reading trashy romance novels, playing the guitar, songwriting, learning different instruments, paddle boarding

Likes & Dislikes: the sound of scratching vinyl, waking up to a sun drenched room, bonfires on the beach, the smell of honeysuckles, a freshly restrung fiddle bow, walkable distances, highland cows, soft music playing while it rains // the dentist, traffic, lying, being early anywhere, taking down her christmas tree or any holiday decorations, instruments that are out of tune, when you know the word you’re looking for but can’t remember it (#writerproblems am i rite??), mosquitos, stage fright dreams, blueberries

QUICK FACTS (quick is subjective tho bc idk how to tldr anything very well)

Trigger Warnings: parental death, car accident, infidelity

Born & Raised in Briar Ridge

Dad died when she was 2 years old in a car accident

Her mom met the man who’d be her step-father a few years later in a single parents/grief support group and they married shortly after

Had a great childhood, is very close with her step sisters and tbh doesn’t consider them ‘step’ anything - they’re just her sisters

Was always really into music, her dad used to play for her when she was in her mom’s belly

Took up guitar to feel closer to her dad when she was in elementary school because he used to play, but the instrument was too big so she opted for the fiddle

Was a bit of a progeny when it came to the fiddle and her ability to play it so well and her love for it only furthered her relationship with music

Once she hit 8th grade she decided to put her focus back into learning the guitar- she took private lessons with one of her dad’s friends until high school, when she threw herself into it completely and took Guitar as an elective

It was here she met Rhett Dawson, a boy a few years older who would take her seemingly mundane, black and white world and throw it into technicolor

Initially, their relationship was strictly platonic. He was nothing more than an older student teaching her guitar lessons, but she felt an instant connection with him she’d never experienced before or since, and their hour long lessons quickly morphed into curfew breaking sessions and a blossoming young romance she hadn’t been expecting

Mari got through high school alright, graduating with a respectfully average GPA but school was never her true focus - that was always music

So it was no surprise that instead of heading off to college, she went on the road with Rhett, ready to take the music world by storm as the duo Palmetto Drive

And for years they did just that- traveled together while making and sharing their music with the world. She was living out her dreams and she couldn’t have been happier

But as the old adage goes, all good things must come to an end and this one came to a screeching halt as it hit a brick wall

Palmetto Drive was just getting their big break when her romantic and professional relationship with Rhett ended, essentially erasing the future the two had been planning together all these years

She’d caught him cheating with their opening act, an up and coming country artist, and it all snowballed from there. In the ensuing fight Rhett admitted that this wasn’t the first time he’d cheated on her, Mari’s entire world seemingly collapsing around her as he dismantled everything she thought she knew with each admission

It was after this fight and revelation that she left. She left the tour, her dreams, the love of her life- all lost in less than 24 hours as she took an overnight bus back home to Briar Ridge

After she left the tour she came home, spending months curled up in her childhood home, heartbroken

On top of it all, Rhett continued to play the songs she’d written, songs they’d written together, and capitalize on their growing success- except now as a solo artist and with his new girlfriend on his arm

It was as if in the blink of an eye her entire world had crumbled around her and she was left staring at the ruins of her dreams and her heart, with no idea on how to begin to rebuild any of it

But as time went on things got easier, she used her connections and her knack for tossing a party together to get an event coordinator job at a family friend’s brewery, where she built their customer base and filled their event calendar for four years

In that time she was able to reconnect with her roots, make friends who knew her without Rhett and the ghost of who she used to be, and move forward into a new era of her life that didn’t revolve around the boy who broke her heart

On a whim (and after quite a few glasses of wine), Mari applied for a songwriting camp in Nashville. She completely forgot about it until a month later when she got her acceptance, and suddenly she was leaving Briar Ridge once again with a dream

The move to Nashville was terrifying and was supposed to only be for the duration of the camp - two months and then she’d be back home. But as soon as she got there Mari knew she was where she was supposed to be at the time

She found somewhere she instantly felt like she belonged with a group of people who lifted her up and inspired her to find her voice and passion again

So instead of the two months she’d planned on staying, Mari stayed in Nashville for a year. Writing and recording music, reconnecting with an industry that she thought she’d never find a place in again, and once she got to a place where she could be doing her work anywhere she chose to come home again, to be with the people who know her heart and who deserve to see the best of her once again

POSSIBLE/WANTED CONNECTIONS

MISC — childhood friends, writing partners, old crushes, fwb, neighbors, open mic night regulars from when she ran it, old firefly brewery coworkers, friends like family, friends from her year in nashville, people she met while touring with palmetto drive, new friends- anything and everything, really!

EX — about a year or so after she got home from the tour that broke her heart, mari decided she was ready to date again (spoiler alert: she wasn't). she and this character started a very casual relationship that turned into something way more serious than she was ready for at the time. they were together for a year when mari, regrettably, cheated on this character with rhett when he came into town (hurt people hurt people, y'know?). their breakup was rough and mari takes full responsibility for it. it was actually this relationship that had her swearing off actual commitment. she's afraid she'll hurt someone again and she doesn't want to do that.

PLATONIC SOULMATE — this is mari's best friend ever since childhood. they have no secrets, no boundaries. they are the friends everyone assumes are sleeping together (maybe they are mind your business), strangers assume they're married. it's truly just all love. they fight but they always make up. her anchor in the storm that can be her life. maybe at one point they tried something romantic but really, they're just meant to be in each other's lives. just besties. ride or die. idk let's talk about it!

RHETT'S FAMILY — her big ex, the boogey man in her romantic life, the first person she ever loved and the one who seemingly ripped her heart out of her chest, is also from briar ridge. his family goes way back so i think having someone (or someone's!) who're related to him that mari, in her healing and revamp era, is going to have to learn how to be around. maybe the two used to be close! maybe this character knew about the cheating and mari feels betrayed. maybe they feel slighted bc mari came back to town and avoided them. so many options!

[ask-the-becile-boys]

What can you tell us about the bots before they died? I’m interested in their lives before being robots

Not a lot of information was initially set in stone by the AU's original creator Surge, and I was always a little hesitant to expand on their previous lives. But I have some ideas, and hey, no time like the present?

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We'll start with Frank, because he had the least info on him of the original three as far as I can recollect. Frank Saddler was an African American man who grew up in southern Appalachia. His father was a preacher for a small church. Frank was a good student as a child and his father tried to get him as much access to an education as possible. Unfortunately, their church was the target of arson when Frank was about twelve. Frank got out by smashing through a window, though he was left with some scarring from the glass. He lost his faith after that, and his relationship with his father became strained. The rest of his childhood, he lived with a few different branches of his extended family, mostly going where extra hands were needed. He was older than Tony by maybe 7-8 years; he was about twenty-four when the flyers for the Dandy Candy mines caught his attention and he took the jobs overseas and twenty-six when he met Tony and Jack. He worked in the processing factories more than the mines, though he did both. He was killed when a Copper Elephant collapsed a smokestack.

Tony Sapienti was the first born States-side to an Italian immigrant family in Chicago, who grew up to be a trans man. His deadname was something very American/English sounding, a pattern that would be later repeated with Jack; even though his family didn't cut their children (Tony, Jack, and a middle sister named Patience) off from learning Italian (which would've been hard in their community) they were pretty adamant about their children being 'successful Americans.' Tony chose his name to sort of snub that. He went to school until he was thirteen, but as he dealt with the one-two punch of puberty and realizing he was transgender, he dropped out to try and recreate himself. His parents were not accepting of his new identity, and he drifted in and out of his family's life. He wanted more than anything to be a singer, but never found an opportunity. He took the Dandy Candy mining job when he was eighteen, hoping for both a legitimate job and a clean slate among people who didn't know him. He suffocated after a cave-in during the Weekend War.

Jack Sapienti was Tony's younger brother by three years. His parents held him to high expectations as their "first son," so much so that they doomed him from the start. He was frail and nervous from a young age, and the ADHD that plagued his schooling hadn't even started to be defined by Western medicine. However, he did stay in school until he was fifteen. Tensions then came to a head with Jack and his father, and Jack fled from home. He went looking for Tony, who he'd always admired and considered safe, only to learn he'd just missed him-- Tony was headed to the shipyard to go overseas to the Dandy Candy mines. Terrified to return home, Jack rashly lied about his age and got on the ship after Tony, only revealing himself to the dismayed Tony after the ship had left port. When they got to the mines, it was obvious Jack was not cut out for the general work, so the foreman assigned him to be Tony's assistant. This is how they came to be in the same area when they died; Jack was crushed by the cave-in.

"Locke Smith," or Balthazar Ash, was a born and bred English businessman-- not aristocracy, but pretty damn close. Born in the 1860s, he had full schooling, including higher education, and had a successful early career organizing mundane goods trading. By chance, he discovered the true magical nature of one of his client's dealings, and being both discrete and shrewd, he began to ingratiate himself in the hushed world of magic trade, creating the alias "Locke Smith." He was no magician himself, but he soon became a popular figure in European magic circles for his ability to connect resources to patrons. Demand grew, and he unscrupulously dipped into darker and darker artifacts. This got him into enough trouble that he fled to the United States, eventually settling in San Diego specifically to supply the more "discerning" members of the Cavalcadium-- which eventually included Thadeus Becile. Locke provided the materials for Dee's construction, and then later volunteered himself to Thadeus to become a Rock Candy powered robot when he became terminally ill.

Dee was once Della Stanek. Della lived in the Everglades, south of Lake Okeechobee, the daughter of farmers who grew up on the cultural cusp between early agricultural developers and the Gladesmen, with some Seminole heritage. She grew up wild, an only child with little schooling and little care for ambition. As she grew older she became a talented wood-crafter, handy-woman, and hunter, her skills refined through the necessary self-reliance of living in a remote area. She tended to go barefoot whenever possible, though this was mostly at home due to the dangers of snakes and sawgrass. She had a daughter, Hannah, with her Gladesman beau Cliff out-of-wedlock when she was twenty-two. She never traveled far beyond her home region during her life. Both Della and Hannah perished in the Okeechobee Hurricane of 1928, when Della was twenty-eight and Hannah was six. Della had no connection to Thadeus before becoming Dee; it was simply bad luck that his spell, when it couldn't find Delilah Morreo's soul, plucked Della's from the beyond.

*Fun Fact: Hare's New York accent and The Jack's English accent are the result of cross-contamination with other Rock Candy!

[harveybwabbit92]

Spiderman Black Cat OC: Màiri Kim

Full name: Màiri Kim

Alias: Black Cat

Occupation: Student (formerly) Clerk at her father's pawn shop and Anti-hero.

Ethnicity: Scottish/Korean

Age: 18

Gender: Fem

Pronouns: She/her/they

Orientation: Pan

Height: 5'5"

Weight: is around 140.

Hair:  Shoulder length black, but she likes to add neon streaks to it.

Eyes: Màiri has heterochromia, her right eye is gray and her left eye is brown

Skin tone: She's has a olive complexion, though she's gotten a little paler due to staying in a dimly lit room all day and only venturing out at night or when her parents want her go outside and touch grass. Hobie often jokes that she's becoming a vampire and might spontaneously combust if she ever comes into direct sunlight! 

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Likes: Coffee, Going to the pub, hacking, Seeing Hobie's concerts, and playing video-games, She also likes watching 80's horror and sci-fi movies. 

Her favorite foods are Bibimpap, Tteokbokki, Hotteok, Forfar bridie, Cranachan, Blaeberry pie (all made dairy free of course). 

Her favorite animals are bunnies and dogs (she has pet rabbit named Gizmo) and she likes looking out for the weak by causing chaos in the system.

Dislikes: Cops, corruption, the government, needles, being force to socialize and anything made with dairy.....*She's lactose intolerant*

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Bio: Màiri is a childhood friend of Hobie Brown's who moved to New London from Scotland, they were pretty much inspirable pair until Hobie had became Spiderman started he distancing himself and stopped coming to school, leaving an already socially awkward Màiri feeling alone and abandoned by her friend, So she filled the void in by burying herself in her home and computer work. 

Then one day while studying alone in the library; Màiri was approached by her science teacher Jack Hardy; who she thought was going lecture her for hiding indoors and not socializing with her peers again, but to her confusion he explained how he had noticed her talents with computer hacking (She may have tweaked with a few of her grades) and stealth skills, Màiri would often sneak in and out of class without being noticed...(or at least she thought she was unnoticed.) Instead of turning her into the school’s dean, the teacher encouraged her behavior and allowed her to continue her work.

Over time Hardy gained Màiri's trust and it wasn't long before the teacher told her that he was the infamous burglar known as the Cat! However there was a problem, he was currently dying of cancer and was looking for someone to be his successor, seeing so much hidden potential in Màiri he chose her.

Màiri who was tired of the same game day in and day out; blindly agrees and follows her teacher’s every move. Being young and impressionable Màiri believed she was doing good by helping her teacher break into museums, secret labs and shady companies to steal back what was stolen and unbury secrets hidden from the public.

Then she found out that Mr. Hardy was actually selling stuff they'd 'rescued' to other corrupt people and organizations like; Hydra, the Kingpin, A.i.M. etc. etc... Màiri was disgusted and horrified by it all and wanted to put a stop to it.

So she devised a plan.

The next time she and The cat went on a heist, she purposely botched the hack job and tripped the silent alarms; putting the whole building on lockdown and trapping her former mentor inside which got him caught by the authorities.

She also made sure to drop the locations of where they stashed all of the loot long with a list of his customers and finally Màiri made sure to erase any traces of her involvement with the situation before reintegrating back into a dull and quiet life....

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Just kidding!~

She took up the mantle of Black cat; though in this case she's not an outwardly malicious burglar driven by greed but is instead more of a public nuisance if anything; She crank calls the emergency lines by dropping hints that she’ll be conducting a robbery from the Museum; getting everyone riled up and ready to rumble then not showing up, or has already done the heist and flaunts her achievements publicly before abandoning her loot somewhere for civvies or police to find rather keeping or selling it.

Though there have some exceptions to this. Like if Màiri any evidence about possible Drug smuggling, weapon deals or human trafficking ring, She'll send that data to the proper authorities (Or put a stop to it herself.), or on rare occasions Màiri is hired to find illegally purchased artifacts once found she will then steal it back and have it return to the rightful owners.

When she's not doing that she's often butting heads with Spiderpunk or trying to mend the rift between her and Hobie.

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Relatives:

Yeong Kim: Father

Aileen Kim (nee: MacAlastair): Mother

Ha-Eun Kim: Paternal Grandmother

Jeong Kim: Paternal Grandfather

Liam MacAlastair: Maternal Grandfather

Edith MacAlastair: Maternal Grandmother (Deceased)

Deacon MacAlastair (Cousin, they are not speaking terms.)

Dana MacAlastair (Maternal aunt and Deacon's mother)

Relationships:

Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk (Childhood friend, crush and super-rival)

Oscar Meyer {Best friend, her man in the chair.}

Connie Yong: (close friend, Oscar's fiancée)

Anne Townsend {Ex-girlfrend, Anne cheated on Màiri (With Màiri's cousin Deacon.)}

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Language Skills: Growing up in a Scottish/Korean household Màiri is bilingual, but due to her parents speaking mostly English around the house her Korean has gotten a bit rusty...like she can still hold a conversation, but brain farts do happen so she often has used a translator app to help her out.

Though the only people she ever speaks Korean to are her grandparents, who live with her parents. And her grandma only ever wants to complain about Màiri's mother which makes her very uncomfortable... But Màiri's grandfather on the other hand is a total sweetheart, which makes her wonder why he ever settled for her shrew of a grandma?

Tech skills: Màiri is a gray-hatter hacker she not a genius or anything special like that, she just has really has good faith in her skills, Oscar on the other hand. Hhe won’t deny that he is waaay better then her and could run circles around her.

Gymnast/parkour skills: Màiri used to be on a gymnastics team from age 10 to 15 and was almost scouted, but was thrown off the team after one of the girls framed her. Claiming Màiri had pushed her down some stairs and broke her foot to get her out of an upcoming competition, it was later found out to be a lie when the girl made a marvelous recovery in time for the competition....But by that time it was too late to get Màiri back on the team.

Musical skills: She knows how to play the violin, her grandpa on her mother’s side taught her, After getting kicked out of Gymnastics, Màiri pretty had nothing to do after school except help her Grandpa on his farm. 

Then she found his old violin hidden away, he had stopped playing after her grandma died but decided to come out of retirement to teach his Sweet-pea the ropes... Màiri often plays when she needs to think on things.

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Powers: The previous Black cat injected Màiri with a watered down version of the super soldier serum, that gave her a healing factor and super human endurance while also boosting her agility and flexibility....

Fighting style: Màiri/Black cat prefers to go up close and personal when in combat, without any experience or martial art skills, she runs in head on like a complete amateur. Every time she fights, she will attack without a plan, showing that she is a complete amateur.

However, the more Màiri fights, the more she learns on how to adapt and going a step ahead from her opponent, she always manages to outwit her opponent by becoming stronger and is capable enough to block, evade, and attack at the right moment. This makes her a formidable and very unpredictable opponent.

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Equipment: A white Kevlar trench coat and a black armored bodysuit.

Cat eared headphones: that are designed to hack into private calls, communication lines and radio chatter,

cat-eye goggles: a pair of tactical goggles that have x-ray, thermal and night vision.

Retractable clawed gloves: these allow her climb and grapple onto walls, the blades are strong enough cut through glass and most metals.

Cat tails: which are a pair wrist mounted retractable wire ribbons they're very strong and have high elastic qualities that Màiri can use to swing around the city and keep up with a certain Spider.

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[bruh-anator3000]

Special shout out to bae @thehistoriangirl for getting the kettle ready, we got a long story ahead of us. I actually wrote out an entire story but then realized most people dont want that, so let me break it down to the best of my ability. I hope you enjoy, and thank you to the 5 people who showed interest, I love you, like for real.

Warnings: severely unedited, Drug/substance abuse, inhumane product testing, death, probably bad writing at diseases (im working on it), child abuse/neglectance, daddy issues, crime, that should be all

Anisa Hardy was born with albinism and an autoimmune disease

Her premature birth gave both her and her mother serious issues, one that her father, a renowned surgeon and geneticist tried to undo

He tested his genetic reversal on Anisa when she was 7, trying to find the perfect formula to save his wife

He had a prophetic dream that he should splice their dna with the creature told to have 9 lives, so that if his wife did die, she could be reincarnated again

The splicing worked on Anisa but her mother died during the genetic sewing

Walter Hardy blames Anisa for lying to him that it worked

Her older sister ran away from home when Anisa was 16, leaving her the advice 'trust no one but yourself.'

Anisa stayed in school for the one reason of being better than her father

As her father went insane from losing his true love, he created a drug ring, and sold his company as he grew to become Nueva York's largest crime lord, under the alias of 'The Black Mask.'

Given her increased stealth, agility and strength thanks to the spliced cat dna, Anisa was forced to work as his number 1 robber, stealing things for him under the name of 'the Child of the Mask' (father's idea, not hers)

Got noticed by Alchemax as she entered college - the company Walter *used* to own

Met Miguel O'Hara when she interned with the lab cooperation

The typical trope of they couldn't express their care in any other way besides picking on each other

Anisa would bring Miguel his exact coffee order every morning though

He caught onto the fact she never had any real food to eat, and when he asked, she just snarked 'unless you bring me somethin else, I'll stick to my chips."

So he brought her homemade empanadas the next day

He was rewarded with one of the less noticeable stolen jewels her father made her take. Leaving it on O'Hara's desk without a word. This back and forth continued for a while

While in the labs, Anisa created a drug called 'Nine Lives.' A purple substance so strong, it could bring her back to life. It could only be used 9 times since it would slowly take over the blood stream 10% each dose.

However, Anisa made 10. Knowing full well her body would rupture if she ever took this drug ten times. She planned on it, in case one her last leg, she wouldn't be able to survive again

Miguel never really noticed, too caught up in his own research to care

The two never got to address their growing romantic feelings even after 2 years

And when Anisa thought she was ready to commit to the asshole of a coworker and finally ask him on a proper date, her father had the crazy idea that a spider's dna could bring his love back to life.

She was instructed to get Miguel alone and locked in the labs so that his men could take him out for testing. Because clearly, a healthy and strong young man's reaction to this would definitely be the same as a dead woman's

Anisa was inches away from the door when she broke down, running over to Miguel and begging him to leave. To trust her, and to walk out the lab doors and never come back

Obviously, he thought it was some stupid prank, an attempt to get him out so she could copy his work

That was until the glass behind them broke and a posion dart shot Anisa in the back of the neck, having her fall near dead asleep in Miguel's hold

Smoke filled the room, and as he tried to haul himself and Anisa out, three more darts landed on his back, knocking them both out clean

Anisa gained her vision, unable to move anything else as she helplessly watched her father's men drag Miguel away

She never returned to the labs

The next few nights, she paced, trying to figure out a way to get Miguel out of this mess

Thats when she adapted the 'Black Cat.'

She made her own suit, far different from the crappy skin tight shit her father threw at her, a mask that was inspired by Miguel's nanotechnology he tampered with, and broke into her father's labs

She found Miguel motionless, still dead asleep as a computer read how close his dna was to completing it's splicing

She ripped all her father's work apart, finally getting the revenge she's wanted for years and dragged Miguel's limp body out of the building

It was tough but she managed to get them back into the labs, where she set to work on making a neutralizer, similar to the one she had to take to contain the more... feral parts of her split blood

She created it, basing it off of her own but with spider calming elements instead and wrote it down for him. She injected him with it, watched as he sat up screaming, and disappeared, unable to face him

Guilt heavy as she wondered day and night; maybe if she tried harder, Miguel wouldn't have to live like her. Maybe if she was better, she could've saved him... and her mother

News of the black cat caught on, especially since she would steal for her father under his given alias, then take it all back a week or so later under her more fitting identity

She never talked to Miguel again, ignoring his calls, too ashamed with herself to even think of him

It wasn't until she was robbing one of the more secure banks of the city (technically un-robbing it by putting jewels *back*) that she met another vigilante, Spider-Man 2099

A ridiculous name, she taunted, her mask giving her words more confidence.

As they fought, and he told a smidge of his story, she caught on quick

She knew he was Miguel from the very beginning

I mean, who else has spider dna?

Suddenly, she didn't know what to do and nearly got herself kicked off a building and into the road

As time went on, Black cat was the only mask Anisa wore, stealing the artifacts or secret chemicals from their establishments before her father could get to them

All Walter knew was that his horrible daughter finally went missing - unaware his own creation beat him at his game nearly every heist

Spider-Man was the real issue. Choosing to fight Anisa instead of listening to her side

It was the labs all over again. Arguing without even caring who was actually right, just caring that it meant the spent more time together

Miguel would catch Black Cat just 'strolling' along rooftops where he was patrolling

He found himself sitting with his nemesis, splitting street food as they watched the city bustle beneath them

He didn't find out about her identity until he almost got her killed

Use one of nine for her concoction of 'Nine Lives.'

Miguel had found Black Mask's house of operation, and ignored the pleading of Black Cat

He refused to give up on this mission, needing to ensure Black Mask couldn't harm the world again

A failed fight later, the only way to stop Miguel from being shot dead was Anisa ripping off her mask to calm her father

But being seperated from him for so long, she forgot the rage that would boil over him everytime he saw his daughter's face - too similar to her mother, too similar to the wife she killed

He shot her 5 times in the chest without blinking, walking away as Miguel crawled over

He truly thought he lost another one to Black Mask. First, his uncle, the only one in his family who cared about him - and now the girl he ever considered close. Dare he say, a friend - maybe more.

On the brink of death, Anisa brought his hand down to her belt, revealing a purple vial with two needles at the end. Like fangs, with a shot mechanism

Rolling her head to the side, a silent invitation to inject her with this vial, right into her major pulse point

Miguel almost didn't do it. Terrified it would make things worse, but he had to take a chance

And after watching her bullet wounds heal over with fake purple skin, Anisa shot up, gasping

They grew closer then, after Miguel snappes at her for her criminal activities, and almost dying

The Black Cat and Spider-Man, working together?! Was on every headline for a few months

Then, Miguel disappeared

Completely gone, like he had fallen off the face of the earth, and Anisa couldn't do anything

She tried every resource, every gang, every possible thing, unwilling to loose someone like that again

But she couldn't find anything. Miguel was gone

It wasn't until three months later when one of her sources notified her of his pressence back in Nueva York

She immediately ran to a museum, stealing the largest Tomb there and waited anxiously for Miguel to come after her

He did, and she nearly tackled him with excitement

She quipped on and on, teasing him for leaving, but Miguel didn't respond to a single taunt, not even a grunt

When she lowered her guard, and her mask to sincerely ask what happened, a red web caught on her midsection

Slamming her face first into the concrete of the roof, breaking her nose immediately

He grabbed her chin, unfazed by the blood streaming down her face and yelled

But he didn't exactly yell, his voice just so angry, it was cold against her ear as he told her that hes seen things she could never comprehend

That there were worlds, far greater and far less than theirs, that they meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, that Anisa meant nothing. She never did.

And that if she kept trying to steal and be a criminal, he would no longer be the one to save her from her doom. That he wasn't going to spend his life chasing a lowlife like her. That shes already wasted so much of his time, that nothing she did mattered. It never did

And then, he left

Miguel left Anisa on the roof with a broken nose, the words of her sister ringing like a bell in her head

'Trust no one but yourself.'

For a while, Anisa let it be. Angrier than ever, upset that she let herself get hurt again, she went to work with her father again

Receiving tasks under a fake identity - Walter Hardy still believed he finally killed his daughter

But she grew bored, her anger needing closure or else she was going to bash everyone's head in Nueva York against the very asphalt they walked on

Like any normal not really ex - she stalked Miguel

It was hard finding a lead at first, but what she found was astonishing. Miguel had created an entire society

A society of spider people, from apl different dimensions

Naturally, she mapped out the entire building and filled all the air systems with a sleeping gas that knocked all the spiders out, expect for Miguel

His vents filled with paralyzing smoke, leaving him unable to move, but to witness the woman he never thought to see again walk through his complex building like she owned the place

Barging into his lair, she pressed on his wrist until a red web shot out

Grabbing it, she wrapped Miguel in his own webbing, and threw him into his chair before pressing a knife to his neck

"Anisa," he gulped out, "good to see you,"

"Ohhhhh," Anisa's head whipped around. Finding other spider with a five o'clock shadow slumped over. "You know her? Veryyyy cool." Peter B chuckled, slobbering running down his face as the paralysis kept his muscles still

They eventually work it out after he has Lyla do her explainy fhingy while hes limp and tied to a chair (lyla took photos) and Anisa would eventually get over it and understand

She would later go on to finally stop her father with the help of Miguel

Later, she would take over as Nueva York's largest crime lord - pissing Miguel off until he realized that crime actually went down since her rein began

She only took over because she knew if she didn't, someone worse would, and she uses her status as a way to demand criminals to get therapy and better jobs

She would also be granted max security for the spider society, and be allowed in whenever she wanted - always to meet up with Miguel, sometimes to help him, other times to just lay around and be a silent menace

Okay! Now with her story out of the way, i get to share the smaller details!

Anisa was born a second generation immigrant on her mother's side, from what was once known as Iran

Due to her albinism, she has silver hair and purple eyes, and she's smaller than a lot of people from being born prematurely

After the dna spilce, she gained some melanin back, and was given the opportunity to be a more average height/weight from it

She had to curate her own stabilizing serum since her father gave up on it, working closely with one of his scientists who helped her understand what was going on

The cat dna improved flexibility, agility, endurance, stealth, speed, heightened senses, and oddly, her chances of luck

Has claws and fangs very similar to Miguel, on both her fingers and toes. Her pupils also gained the ability to shrink and expand like a cat's, giving her an odd slit pupil look regularly

Bc of that, and her albinism, she's very very sensitive to light, often wearing some sort of eye wear to keep her safe

Her hair grew thicker too, excessive hair growth that was darker than her normal silver. It's odd trying to explain why near her temples/roots, its darker than the rest of her hair - explaining your mad scientist father spliced your genetic code with a black cat isn't easy

Makes biscuits whens shes deep in thought, and her claws get stuck on fabric and she cant pull away unless she grabs her wrist to manually detach her claws

Her tongue is textured too, and she came to that realization after licking ice cream and it left a really concerning pattern

She has to be very careful with what she wears, anything could tick her off with her hypersensitivity

I actually can't decide if I want her to grow ears and a tail yet so its in my mind as concept design still lmao

Really close to her sister, Emelia, and Anisa listens to her voicemail of her whenever she gets sad

Grew up used to people bullying her for her different appearance, so even if she wanted friends, no one dared be near her

Ironically enough, she's actually deadly allergic to seafood, so though her feline insticts go off when she smells fish, she cannot risk eating it

Her father signed her up for any extra curricular she wanted, Martial arts, sword fighting, gymnastics, anything to keep her away from him

Got in a lot of trouble with the law as a juvenile, an act of rebellion towards her father

Ordinarily, Alchemax wouldn't have hired the daughter of the insane scientist, but Anisa forged documents and changed her last name to her mother's

People tell her that she does have a very similar appearance to her father, and it makes her go crazy, wanting to rip out every part of her

Her skin is very sensitive, even more so bc of the heightened senses, so it scars really easily - it doesn't help she's picked up picking at scabs as a habit

Was lowkey in love at first sight with Miguel until he finally opened his mouth to tell her she was wrong with her formulas

They were apart of a group of roughly 10 other interns, but the rest requested a transfer not long after Anisa and Miguel started fighting over everything

The one thing that kept Anisa's interest piqued was that whenever someone made a diss about her appearance, calling her unnatural or a genetic mistake, Miguel would get on them in an instant

He backed another intern named Mark into the cart of petri dishes, breaking them all - Anisa would've started a fight on it if Miguel hadn't used it to his advantage to get the guy fired

Miguel was also quick to notice the bruises she'd come in with (being your father's main robber, only to then rob him to unrob the banks wasn't easy)

He only knew how to argue with her but he didn't want to make her feel bad about the scars or bruises, so that's when he brought up nutrition

And he didn't hesitate to make her lunch from then on. He didn't even explain why or let Anisa question him. He would simply silently hand her a paper bag as she handed him his morning coffee

After the whole testing incident and stuff, he planned on coming back to work and to ask Anisa what she knew about it, but was devastated to find her gone

As Spider-Man, after their maybe 6th run in, Anisa stopped what she was doing to teach him how to control his claws and fangs, tired of being smacked with a handful of talons

It was awkward as she would dig her fingers into his hands and above his lip, helping him feel the motion of retracting them, but it worked

She also tried to teach him about the sixth sense, the spidery sense bc she had a cat sense

Only to find out that she could lob foam blades at him all day and he wouldn't be able to sense it

Literally could not stop laughing as she made him stand there, eyes closed, and threw fake weapons at him, and he couldn't sense where they were, grumbling

Anisa progressively got more flirty as time went on, her hidden identity making her way bolder than normal - even though she's never actually done the deed

(She didn't trust anyone enough to, especially not with how incredibly sensitive she was. Claws come out when unchecked, just saying)

While on patrol, he found Black Cat just sitting and joined her, unknowingly starting a habit of them both grabbing street junk food and watching the city together

During these times, she would joke how she knew his identity, but never had the courage to actually say it, so she would compare him to old movie stars just to see him get offended

He found out Anisa was Black Cat - or at least really started to suspect it when she responded the same to his question of eating better - "unless you make me," in the same almost forgotten tone

Their relationship did progress into a grey area of romance, both of them knowing they couldn't reveal their identities so being together outside of their little game of cat and mouse

She never did more than aggressively makeout with Miguel on the rooftops, refusing to. Miguel understood but he was always perplexed how someone could flirt so heavily then not be hot and bothered like him

Anisa is obviously very smart, and was able to copy Miguel's digital watch, the hologram aspect of it at least

Also copied his nanotech designs, obviously, and would often try messing with his to understand how it all worked

Was shocked to find out it wasn't nanotech, but a bunch of unstable atoms to create a hologram

1000% stops mid battle to follow stray cats, often making Miguel come with

Does the cat kicking litter move on him when hes late to their chase, often mocking him by asking how he was gonna let pigs beat a spider

After her whole shot in the chest and died thingy, Miguel asked about her 'Nine Lives' substance and she walked him through the process of making it and how it reacts to her blood only while laying in a web hammock he made

She explained that because she was the only one in charge of keeping her genetics human - besides the one other scientist - she was constantly trying to improve her serum, which led to the creation of Nine Lives

Teased her once with a fish cake, and nearly had a heart attack when she gurgled out how deadly allergic she was to it before trying ti claw it out of his grasp

He threw it in a randomw alley and had to web her to a wall to get her to stop trying to eat it

Once he caught on to the way Anisa's eyes slitted in focus whenever his webbing would first shoot out, he would use the string to mess with her until she gave into the feline urge to chase it

Same with lasers, its very embarrassing for her but Miguel loves it

His 3 month disappearance was when he switched places with his alter self, going to take care of Gabriela before her world collapsed

Which is why he was super angry when he came back, furious Anisa could be making jokes at a time like this (she didn't know what time it was, just that her super hot not really boyfriend came back)

Given her abilities to copycat most structures or devices, Anisa spent an entire month mapping out the spider society, just so she could send them all to sleep

And it worked, spider senses or not, no one could escape the sleeping smoke when it came from every vent

Peter B was very thrilled to find out Anisa was Miguel's Black Cat, unbothered by the fact he was in the lime of fire, falling to the same paralysis Miguel did

Lyla absolutely ate that shit up, barely keeping herself together as Anisa wheeled Miguel around in his chair so he could explain things better

When she finally forgave him, he took her on a tour of the society

Something awoke in Anisa everytime Miguel would get slightly harsh in tone, telling any spider that approached them that she was *his* Black Cat

Made her feel very special

When she became crime lord, Miguel didn't talk to her for weeks, feeling betrayed without even listening to why

Then he noticed he wasn't called on his Earth for missions anymore, able to focus on the multiverse a lot better

Thanks to Anisa

Who spent all her time handling actual villains for him, and helped the ones who felt they had no other option get stable jobs

I.E kicked the shit out of Green Goblin (Miguel's brother, whoops) and helped his minions find secure jobs that would financially keep them stable

The spider people love her for her ability to calm Miguel down (they have a separate training room that they use to tear into each other after 24 hours of no stabilizing serum)

She gets really heartbroken when she hears the other canon Black Cat events, and takes her time to notice them so she can discreetly derail them from happening, a silent attempt of keeping Miguel in her life

And that's all, so far! I'm sure theres plenty I forgot, I really tried to cut as much as I could so it wouldn't be a long read but... I'm a writer at heart, I couldn't help it. Please, please, please ask questions! I would love to tell more about her! Thank you to those who read it all, I hope your leftovers are heated evenly and your pillow is cold on both sides <3

[the-weirdos-mind]

Estella Garcia: Wild West AU

AU belongs to @anxious-twisted-vampire (and she knows some of the lore for her 🤭)

TW: RACISM!!

Alias: The Desert Siren, Daughter of Mystery, and Magic Secret Keeper

Occupation: Saloon Girl (formerly), Outlaw (Currently), Leader of Cryptic Destruction

Weapons: A pair of duel pistols

Associates: Ramshackle, Crypic Destruction

Backstory:

Estella was born into a family of both lawmen and outlaws. Some of her family are on the run while some aren’t, and she was born into the law fearing side. She was blessed with a beautiful singing voice and started performing at the Pomifore saloon when she was old enough to be hired. During one of her shows, she caught the eye of Riddle Rosehearts.

After coming to the saloon to watch her perform for weeks, he finally asks her out. The two date for three years until Riddle pops the question to her. She accepts and they become engaged. Mrs. Rosehearts doesn’t like Estella, due to her being Hispanic. When she first met her son’s then girlfriend she said a racial comment. Estella brushed it off, not wanting to start anything with her boyfriend’s mom. However they more they met, the worse the comments got. The older woman even threw in some racial slurs. Thankfully, when the slurs started Riddle would openly defend her against his mother.

Mrs. Rosehearts hated what has become of Riddle and when she discovered that the two were engaged, she had a fit. She wanted her gone but knew that murdering her would only drive her son away. She did the next best thing and framed her for a crime. She stole something of value from Crowley’s house and planted it in Estella’s in the middle of the night. After discovering that the item was gone Crowley demanded the Heartslabyul lawmen to find it. Mrs. Rosehearts suggested that it might be in his fiancée’s home. He doubted it but still went to investigate as it was a bit of a lead.

To his dismay he found it. He and Estella started fighting when he told her she was under arrest. The fight grew physical when he tried to place the handcuffs on her. She managed to knock him unconscious and said that they’re done. She took off her engagement ring and threw it at his unconscious body. She later went to Ace’s home and explained everything.

Ace quickly gathered a bag of supplies for her and let her have a horse. A brown one named Garnet and told her to run. She asked him if she could tell Deuce goodbye before riding off in the desert. Ever since she became an outlaw and her wanted poster is plastered all over the town. Estella knows that nothing she says will change their minds so she became what they believed her to be.

She started robbing, murdering and committing other crimes, often using her voice to lure people to their demise. She then joins the Ramshackle outlaw and became friends with them.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @achy-boo @abyssthing198

[ccastellanos]

❛❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 , of an empire. you smile and lick it off . that'll be what makes them fear you . –––––––––––––

FULL NAME. Castor Emery Castellanos

NICKNAMES. Cas, Athos (his professional alias)

BIRTHDAY. September 18, 1986 ( 38 )

OCCUPATION. Tracker & Mercenary

RESIDENCE. Downtown

GENDER / PRONOUNS.  Cismale ∘  He/Him

HOMETOWN. Nottingham, England

PINTEREST ╱ CONNECTIONS

personality .

zodiac chart: -- sun, -- moon, -- rising

mbti personality: intj

moral alignment: neutral evil

ennegram: 5 x 2 (maybe 5 x 6 as well)

hobbies / interests: chess, hacking, technology, hunting

positive traits: perceptive, bold, adaptive, skillful, quick learner

negative traits: diabolical, doesn't show concern for others, isolated, closed off

family .

parents: angelina castellanos ( mom ), ivan castellanos ( dad )

siblings: younger sister named iris ( wc )

children: none

other: tba

breakdown .

tw: disappearance, murder, guns, trauma

Castor was born to nomadic parents who settled in the farmlands of Nottingham, England. Later, they welcomed his baby sister into the world and their family of four had finally become complete.

For most of his adolescence, the Castellanos were known around their small town as the mythical "swamp people" because they didn't believe in conformity and resisted modern technology and civilization. They were firm believers that in living off the same land their ancestors sprang from, they remained the purest versions of themselves.

This often meant that Castor and his sister were pretty much seen as social pariahs in their community and were often targeted by local teens who would make the trek out to where they lived to taunt them for "fun."

Meanwhile, all they wanted to do was be normal. To go to school, to make friends, to essentially live like modern day citizens. Unfortunately for them, that wasn't in the cards. At least not yet.

One night while Castor and little sister Iris were playing, they stumbled along the dirt road of their nearby town and witnessed a grizzly murder. Horrified, Iris screamed behind the bushes they hid behind, attracting the attention of the sleek, mesmerizing assassins. Shortly after they made their way toward them (to silence them), Castor urged his sister to run while he bought her some time.

He returned home later that night soaking wet and exhausted to parents who berated him for putting himself and his younger sister Iris in danger.

For a short while, it seemed like the dust had settled after that night. Until one of the gun slinging, assassins stumbled upon their home in his search of a phone or way out. When Castor's father Ivan, refused to offer him refuge or help, he got angry and killed Ivan's wife right in front of him and his two children.

Following that fatal night, something in Castor snapped and he had never been the same since. Taking a life, especially in front of that young of an age had lasting, traumatic effects. Just to cope, he would sometimes disassociate and imagine he was somebody else. It helped to combat the nightmares that flared up, until eventually they all went away. Or were replaced by a growing list of new ones.

As their family got older, Castor developed insane hunting skills thrust upon him by their father. He no longer longed for a life he would never get to have. His father taught him how to survive, how to enhance his tracking abilities to an almost borderline supernatural degree.

Unlike Castor, Iris however, distanced herself from her brother and their father. She still craved a modest, civilized life. Which is why at age 17, she disappeared from their family without a trace. She stayed hidden for a good while until Castor caught up with her following their father's death in 2018.

They stayed together long enough to catch up on their time apart and to lay their father's body to rest. But after a year, she was gone again. And this time, she made sure not a trace of her would be found.

In her absence, Castor decided it was time to put his skills to good use by developing his own personal business. One that operates by his own set of rules and not that of anyone else's.

He now uses his skill set to find missing persons all across the country to make up for not being able to locate his own remaining flesh and blood.

This has led him to becoming a tracker and occasional mercenary for hire. Not only do the gigs pay well (being that most of the rewards typically start at 10 grand and upward) but, it's a way for him to satiate the inner monster he's indelibly become. The same monster that he won't acknowledge, his father had made him into.

headcanons .

character inspirations. colter shaw (tracker), silver sable (marvel universe)