#i would just make them my ocs but my brain immediately loses interest whenever i do that uuuuggghhhhg

[rutilated-quarz]

The tumblr sexyman polls and mcytblr sexyman bracket were super fun, so I thought I'd run a small one with my own OCs ^_^ Links to the polls will be added as they go up!

Ennui vs Ruti

Flux vs TBN

Synchronicity vs Roulette

Lumin vs Electra the Moth

Warden vs The Alchemist

Null Pointer vs Callum

Ren vs Neo

Quarz vs NitroLock

More info about the characters can be found under the cut!

Ennui

[profile link here]

Originally a D&D-inspired OC, now just a general OC

Lich that was so so shit at magic when he was alive but now that he's dead he's actually sort of decent at it

Worldhopper - he travels between universes, using a jury-rigged super powerful explosion spell to catapult himself into a different universe by destroying the one he's currently in.

He only cares about one person, and that's his demonic boyfriend Alu. Anyone else can get fucked, as far as he's concerned.

Ruti

[profile link here]

Technically a general OC, but mostly used for minecraft.

he was born on a minecraft skygrid world all alone

Body is comprised almost entirely of solid magic. He can shapeshift, but only really uses that to change if he has legs or not.

Never got taught how to control his magic, so he has to use an enchanted mask to hold his power in - this has the side effect of compressing his magical body mass enough that he has to forgo the wings while it's on to avoid spreading himself too thin.

Can eat a lot of things normal people can't eat. Like diamonds. And swords.

Flux

[profile link here]

General OC in the same world as some of my and my friend's kinsonas

Her species infects the brain of other species, appearing as a sort of ghost or hallucination until they mature enough to become physical, bursting out of the host's body and killing them in the process. They usally give their host immense bloodlust and taste for raw meat. [mmm flux hungy feed her tasty prion diseases]

On that note, the most lame and cringefail of her entire species. She's supposed to get her host to kill and stuff like that, but she mostly just annoys and makes fun of him.

TBN

[profile link here]

General OC, worldhopper.

Shapeshifts whenever it goes into a new world to match the appearance of the creator-inserts or gods of that universe. [e.g. would look like the annoying dog in Undertale/Deltarune, would look similar to the Dev Gnomes in everhood, etc.]

It chooses a different name for itself in every universe it goes into. [It's called Showtime in my JJK AU that has it, and Usurper when I put it into a Digimon world, for example]

Any world it enters immediately splits off into a different timeline with its arrival, and that timeline dies/disappears as soon as it loses interest and leaves.

It's fiction-aware, and totally chill with that - mostly because, considering it's my sona and thus an extension of me, it's pretty much in control of the narrative. If it were to ever lose that control, it would likely become incredibly paranoid and anxious.

Synchronicity

[profile link here]

Minecraft OC

One of the fair folk, lives in the deep forest and would quite like not to be disturbed.

Finds great fun in tormenting whatever non-fae might cross their path

Thought NitroLock_ was fun to 'play with', so when they got his name, they kept him around to do some work for them.

Kind of sadistic, sometimes. Usually. Most of the time.

Has stolen peoples blood to use for sympathetic magic before

Roulette

[profile link here]

General OC

Demon, under the domain of luck and gambling.

Plays the part of a carefree hedonist, but almost always knows more than she lets on.

Knows how to use people to get what she wants, and has no issues doing it.

Lumin

[profile link here]

Originally designed as a general oc, but quickly adapted into a Cosmosdex (Tegyp) OC.

Almost never wears a shirt under his open suit jacket, unless he's pretty much forced to.

Kind of an alcoholic. Tries to pretend he's a fun partyboy, but he just gets all miserable.

Very into modifying robots. He claims he improves them, but he's fucked up a perfectly good Cupid unit is what he's done. Look at it, it's got anxiety.

Electra the Moth

[profile link here]

Sonic OC, builds and codes robots for a living.

She has built a robot that she considers her son, so she could technically be a MILF, if you're into that.

Mega autism and hyperfixated on engineering. Would love to infodump about whatever her current project may be, and gets super attached to everything she builds.

Warden

[profile link here]

General OC. He's the god of space-time and oversees a large collection of worlds and thus deals with worldhoppers semi frequently, despite not being one himself as he only really exists in the space between worlds.

Has gay thoughts re: one of his coworkers/fellow gods. But he'd never admit it

Kind of stuffy and stuck-up

Dear god, I forgot he was originally based on G-Man from Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware

The Alchemist

[profile link here]

Minecraft OC, an AU of Ruti.

Basically what would've happened if Ruti grew up with other magic users who could've taught him how to use his magic.

It speaks primarily Standard Galactic.

Never calls people by their names, instead using a title/other noun ["shopkeeper" or "friend" or "thief", etc.] because names have immense power in a language as soaked with magic as Standard Galactic is, and that habit carries over into other languages.

Makes potions. Definitely legally.

"ruti" "the cooler ruti"

Null Pointer

[profile link here]

BNHA/MHA OC, but liable to become a general OC any day now.

he/she girlboything

Has the ability to lag herself out of reality for a bit; from an outside perspective, this looks like freezing in place and loosing all collision before abruptly teleporting.

Also has the ability to hack any sufficiently complex technology, as long as line-of-sight is maintained.

His mascot [the little demon dude shown next to him] shows up on the screen of any technology he hacks. Just to be cocky about it.

Generally very cocky and aggressive while fighting/sparring, or just in general.

She has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces

Callum

[profile link here]

Sonic OC, lusts after their AU's counterpart of Eggman

the gay gay homosexual gay

Sort of a bratty little twink

The type to pick fights and then be like "aah im just a little guy nooo im just a little guy and its also my birthday im a little birthday boy"

Has a cool copper [possibly radioactive] robot arm, but usually keeps it hidden

Ren

[profile link here]

OC for Monkey Wrench [by Zeurel on Youtube]

Big bear of a man [in the gay sense]

Mechanic/weaponsmith/arms dealer

Former mercenary. Would take out entire ship crews by sneaking on under the guise of a mechanic and "fixing" their ship [rigging it to blow as soon as he got to safety.]

Neo

[profile link here]

Minecraft OC, specifically for Empires SMP Season 2

Has ice magic powers, and lives in an Ice Spikes biome.

Its moral compass is a fucking roulette wheel

Tries to be nice, but has a very skewed idea of what "nice" and "good" is.

Would probably keep you as a pet if you asked

Quarz

[profile link here]

General OC

Shapeshifter, and he uses this power for evil. [Shapeshifts into whoever he's talking to in order to psych them out, though he claims it's to "level the playing field".]

Sort of a sardonic personality, often deriding others and putting himself above them. He does it to distract himself from feeling shitty about himself, but you could never get him to admit that.

Loves to inflict terrible events and circumstances on others [my ocs. or sometimes my blorbo du jour]. It is his favorite activity

Nitrolock_

[profile link here]

Minecraft OC

Dumb of Ass

Accidentally gave their name to a fae (Synchronicity, specifically) and signed a contract to get it back. Because of said contract, which they didn't fully read before signing, they now owe them a bunch of other stuff, too.

Being made to use customer service voice is the one thing that could truly break their spirit. I believe this wholeheartedly.\

so. so tired. emotionally physically mentally the whole thing.

Used to be part of a formidable PVP duo with their sibling Necrolock_, but the two of them have kind of drifted apart.

[petork]

-105 please

NB i am told this was meant to say 1-50

thanks queen <3 here we go

1. Who is your favourite ghost?

lately? it's been kitty. and i'm contractually obligated to love the captain

2. If you could see the ghosts like Alison, which one do you think would come the closest to making you want to leave the house?

the obvious answer is julian but probably actually robin, i HATE being spooked (as the asker can attest xx)

3. How would you feel if you couldn’t see the ghosts, but knew they were there, like Mike?

i'd feel mad jealous even though i'd actually have it pretty good. the other person would be trying so hard to tell me how much it sucks and i'd just be like 'but... goast.....'

4. Would you want to see ghosts like Alison, or would you rather be ignorant to their goings and doings?

again my immediate answer is I WANNA SEE THEM but i also know that might suck in many ways. at least for a while. i am not a patient person so i don't know if i could learn to live with them like alison could. but on the other hand... the chance to actually talk to people from the fucking actual past... thinking emoji!

5. If you were a ghost living in the house, would you rather be upstairs with the main nine ghosts, or downstairs with the plague ghosts?

upstairs for sure, sorry to the plague ghosts but i do not want to hang out in a basement for eternity

6. If you were someone who died in the house would you rather be “sucked off” immediately, or would you like to hang around a bit and get to know some of the other ghosts before getting “sucked off”?

i would probably just end up staying forever because i'm scared of the void of death.... <3

7. Which ghost would you miss the most if they were “sucked off” in the next series?

UNBELIEVABLE question? i'd miss ALL OF THEM. but see question 1 also

8. Which ghost do you think you’d get along with the best?

it's hard to say. i think they would all get on my nerves because as said i am not very patient. but the one who would irritate me LEAST... maybe pat?

9. Which ghost would you say you’re most like?

captain. not to be a cliche but i'm gay and repressed. and also irritable and grumpy

10. Which ghost would you say you’re least like?

JULIAN

11. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you love?

(pasted from prev answer) i don’t actually like ship it because he’s definitely older than her, but a couple of people have said kitty sometimes acts like she has a crush on thomas. which is cute to me even if she does need to get better taste (love u kitty xxx)

12. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you don’t quite agree with?

(pasted from prev answer) not so much a specific theory but i disagree with the general idea that anything of consequence went on with the captain and havers. i think it was meant to come across as just a snippet of the captain’s poor sad gay life and, as several brain geniuses have pointed out, due to the timing of germany invading france + the captain’s medals the flashback must have been from a good few years BEFORE he died. and i think the flashback was the last time they ever saw each other, so i don’t think that a) havers has any link to the captain’s eventual death or 2) anything romantic ever happened between them

13. Favourite ship and why?

captain x my cute oc boyfriend because i've tailored it to my exact needs. why ship retail when you can ship bespoke?

14. Least favourite ship and why? (Please be nice though!)

patcap as we all know. like YES i'm a contrary bitch so i don't like things that are popular and i do think i'm better than everyone else... but really idk why exactly i just don't gel with it at all. and when i've tried to read fic in the past it feels to me like their characters are kind of flattened. and i think the captain is too much of a bitch. and i think pat is serving us normie heterosexual. it's the 'cinnamon roll' ship of this fandom and i can't STAND (metaphorical) cinnamon rolls. AND ALSO pat is not the simple soft dad cinnamon roll fandom often makes him out to be! like he is a very nice person but he's also fucked up and insane like all of them. anyway my brain charges extremely low rents

15. If you could go back in time and live in the house/on the property at the same time as one of the ghosts when they were alive, who would you pick?

captain. need to know wtf's going on with him

16. Would you rather inherit the house (and its ghostly inhabitants), or just visit?

realistically... visit. i think i would lose my mind eventually if i lived there

17. Do you think we’ll ever know how every ghost died? Do you think there will be anyone whose death we’ll never learn about?

i hope we do, but i also appreciate that isn't the sole point of the series, otherwise it would be kinda boring and discovering how they died wouldn't be as impactful. if there's anyone's death we don't find out about, i think it would probably be robin? lol what if it was so long ago he just forgot

18. What is your favourite Ghosts fanfiction?

so i'm stupid and i never use bookmarks on ao3..... i've read a LOT of different fics i like but do you think i can revisit them? no! because i'm stupid! so i cannot fairly pick an absolute fave sorry

19. What is your favourite Ghosts fan art?

THIS <3

all the babies and children on here talk about horrible histories the show being 'their childhood'........ put some respect on terry deary's name. and this artist did!

20. Tag 5 favourite Ghosts fandom content creators!

honestly i'm not good with like. knowing people. but here are 5 fanfics i've enjoyed (based on the author's replies in my inbox because, again, i am too stupid to use bookmarks)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287567

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29868645

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28653192

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28067277/chapters/68761830

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26957662/chapters/65795407

21. Are there any historical periods you wish we’d have gotten to see a ghost/ghosts from but didn’t?

(pasted from other post) not to be predictable but i would have liked to see a 1960s ghost. like a mod who crashed his scooter or something. we have enough 20th century ghosts though but i believe the us remake has some kind of hippie ghost…

22. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series?

flashback to the captain getting some. like implied or whatever. i can't cope with him dying a virgin. he needs this

23. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series, but know we probably WON’T get to see?

(pasted from other post) alison meets someone else who can see ghosts, and we get to see the ghosts at THEIR house…. i always love it when we see extra ghosts but i know they probably won’t make any recurring because it would come off as running out of ideas. but i still think they should add a 90s teenager named roy

24. Which lesser-seen characters would you like to see more of in future series?

tbh there's none i can think of that i think we should SEE more of, they get a pretty good balance. there are some i definitely want to learn more about though

25. Are there any characters you wish we’d see less?

don't make me pick a least favourite child </3 but also i think thomas could probably tone it down a bit.

26. Favourite one-liner?

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, MY COMELY NUG - me whenever i order chicken nuggets on just eat

27. Favourite episode?

DON'T EVEN... i like 2x06 and 3x05 a lot

28. Top 5 headcanons for [insert character name here]?

i'm going to do the captain because obviously i am

- he may or may not have been lavender married

- he may or may not have had a drinking problem

- public schoolboy with domineering father, clearly

- IF he had a lavender wife then she spent all her time in the company of her 'odd' female friend who wore men's clothes, smoked cigars and drove a motorbike. the captain was obviously clueless

that's 4 so a cheeky one for fanny:

- she did a lot of medicinal coke

29. Whose costume is your favourite?

kitty. gotta love an ott ballgown

30. Whose costume is your least favourite?

that's an offtopic question. you have been stopped.

31. If you could do a complete redesign of one of the ghosts’ costumes, whose would you change and how?

i would give thomas his double denim

32. If you could play any of the existing ghosts, which one would you want to play and why?

i think i'd be good at playing mary. meek weird girl who says things that don't make any sense? omg she is LITERALLY me

33. Which ghost would you least like to play and why?

julian, i'm not getting my pussy out

34. What one thing would you miss most if you became a ghost and had to live by the same rules as the Button House ghosts?

FOOD. food. eating and food.

35. How do you think one or more of the ghosts whose deaths we haven’t seen died? Or, if we know the cause of death but not the reason for the death (like Mary being burned as a witch or Humphrey being beheaded), why do you think they were killed?

i think mary's execution might have had something to do with her husband's death and her being unfairly accused or something. also like, she just acts kinda weird, and we know how that often played out for women back then...

and i think the captain died in some really boring mundane natural causes way (congenital heart attack or something) but he's stuck around because a) he's never come to terms with the whole h*mo thing and 2) he was just really mad that he died so boringly

36. Favourite [insert character name here] moment?

CAPTAIN GETTING KITTY TO SMILE

37. What do you think [insert character name here] was like when they were alive? Do you think they were exactly the same as they are now, or do you think there were any major or minor differences?

ok i'll do fanny for this one. i think she was less domineering when she was alive, in death she clearly thinks of herself as above the other ghosts and bosses them around, and when she talks shit about george it's not like he can get back at her in any way. but it would be interesting to see how they interacted when both were alive

38. It’s your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

(from prev post) i haven’t seen any movies errr….. maybe austin powers because it’s so sad that julian died just a few years before it came out because he would love it and get really annoying about quoting it all the time and it would be really funny for the captain (who thought the movie was unironic) to have to deal with that. and fanny would NOT COPE.

39. Would you rather share a room with Thomas (constantly sighing and reciting bad poetry) or Fanny (falls out of the window screaming every night)?

fanny. men be quiet challenge

40. If you could do some kind of historical swap (i.e. place a ghost in a different period from their own), who would you choose and what period are they from now?

i would like to give kitty the chance to be a 20th or 21st century girl. maybe an era like the 60s or 80s that was known for daring fashions, i think she would luv it

41. Let’s settle this once and for all. Who’s the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

fanny

42. If the ghosts could eat, what is one food you would like to share with them that they might not have tried before?

doritos tangy cheese, mountain dew baja blast, 4loko. i would make thomas try a jalapeno. i would also make them try my cooking experiments because i do that to anyone i live with

43. You’ve heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn’t often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i’m putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

it's george button and his bitch ass is too scared of his wife to come down. his downfall comes when he finds out there's another gay ghost and simply has to clap them cheeks (he fails)

44. Tell me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

i think alison's probably already introduced him to them but thomas + anything by the smiths. i would also make the captain sit quietly and listen to a tracy chapman cd (for my lover...)

45. What song(s) do you think would annoy certain ghosts the most?

the smiths would annoy everyone except thomas. literally they'd all be trying to re-kill him

46. Who is one actor you’d love to see guest star? What kind of character would you like to see them play?

steve coogan as like. anyone. preferably a ghost. a roman centurion ghost if you wanna get cultural. but seriously i just want alan

47. If you could have one Horrible Histories song in Ghosts (either sung by a ghost/ghosts, or playing on the TV or computer for them to watch), which one would you want it to be and why?

that song about how no 'british' stuff is actually british. like tea. i want julian to melt down

48. What do you think the ghosts’ jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they’re all just chaotic housemates?

captain & kitty: have their own wedding planning company

julian: still a politician but instead of an mp he's like a parish councillor. handforth antics

fanny: headteacher

robin: cool off the shits teacher at same school who undermines fanny wherever possible. deals weed to students

mary: runs a shop selling like healing crystals and incense and dreamcatchers

humphrey: customer service supervisor who actually likes his job because he takes no shit and just fucks with every single customer

thomas: unemployed podcaster

pat: dogwalker

49. What is one modern invention you think [insert character name here] would be surprised or confused by?

fanny would be so baffled by any Feminine Products. when she discovers tampons it's all she can talk about for a week. the mooncup made her go into a coma

50. Name an AU you haven’t seen someone create content for, but which you’d love to read a fic or see some art for.

not to be the way i am but i'd love if anyone ever drew art or something about my au which is a modern-day au where fanny and captain are alison and kitty's divorced parents, julian and robin are captain's brothers and alison's wack uncles, mary is their childhood nanny, thomas is a student lodger at button house, humphrey is a cat and pat is just some guy. but yeah in the past i've had a couple of anons on here mention it and i did melt into a puddle... i think if someone did art i'd explode and die. in a good way like

[darkgeminisworld]

This is gonna be a rant about a probably toxic friend so if you don't wanna read it, this is a heads up.

Okay so for several reasons, most of them being that I need to move on, I decided to write this lengthy rant about a friend I'm pretty sure will not be a friend of mine for much longer, which sucks bc he's almost my only irl friend but also feels good bc he's exhausting and I'm pretty sure he's also toxic.

I've met this guy like 6 and a half years ago, and we pretty much bonded over shared interests pretty fast. The first thing that bothered me was that he'd always be late, which would be absolutely fine if he'd been honest about it. But writing that it's five minutes until he's there and then showing up 30 minutes after that, or writing "I'm on your doorstep" and taking another ten minutes to show up, almost every single time, isn't, especially since I strained to be on time the first months (meaning I'd be too early bc my brain only does too early or too late, nothing in between). And his being late wasn't just 20 or 30 minutes, several times he was over an hour late. Oh, and once when we had agreed to meet he legit wasn't home and I waited around 2 hours, which I really should have held a grudge for back then and been way more pissed at him.

The second thing that bothered me was that he was way too nosy. He'd ask if I'm free to meet and play video games or whatever and whenever I said no he'd ask what I'm doing and if I can't manage my time another way to make time for him. And the thing is, not only did I not ask several times after he told me that he's busy that day, but I actively told him, several times over the course of about the last two years, that it bothers me and asked him to tone it down. My problem here is only that he didn't stop after I asked him to, bc before I told him and asked him, how was he supposed to know.

Coming out to him went well, though he did ask me whether I'm into him, which... No. Obviously it could've gone a lot worse, but still.

The next is more a small annoyance, a small itch, although it might have been a warning sign. He couldn't handle defeat very well. In most video games he was better, but he low-key aggressively denied it when I pointed out the win-lose ratio in my all-time favourite video game series and he'd try to cheat at other games. If it was only about him being competitive I'd understand, but that doesn't mean trying to rewrite the past by blatantly lying about it and ridiculing me for pointing out that that's bullshit, especially since it's only games, played for the fun of it.

We also went to the cinema sometimes, though if it had been up to him it'd have been way more often and that's another point where he really didn't let it go after getting a no. Whether he wanted to watch a horror movie after being told, several times, that I really don't like horror movies, or just the general question of whether we'd be going to the cinema, he'd ask again and ask what I'm doing, why did I not want to go, would another time be good, couldn't I ask my parents for money (which, to be fair, I could have. But I preferred not to bc back then it was really stressful bc we had to move and renovate and I just didn't wanna add more frustration if that makes sense? Plus I wanted to get my hands on some things, which required to save up) etc. Almost every time we did end up going, it was he who initiated it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wanted to see some of the movies just as badly as he did, but... And if he can't even accept "no" from a friend of several years (also a 100% guy friend as far as he is aware bc I didn't start to address gender issues with him), I'm worried about other contexts with that word. Also we did some kind of text role play (just texting back and forth with OCs inserted into several fantasy works like the Inheritance Cycle, who would parttake in the storyline, no set rulebook or anything) and his characters did some questionable and even outright deplorable things and when I wanted his character to suffer consequences, he always wanted him to get away with it. Like, his idea for one of his characters "pranking" mine in reaction to a prank which in itself was a retaliation to his character's pranks was kidnapping and waterboarding my character. And he kept defending it as a prank and demanded that my character should just forgive his character, like... It really made (and continues to make) me wonder and worry just how much of his darker thoughts I don't know about. And I don't know how accurate it is but I once saw a post with a quote that went along the lines of "man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." (btw I couldn't think of a satisfactory way to phrase it so I ended up looking up the quote and apparently it's from Oscar Wilde)

So I spent a fair amount of time arguing with him over that and trying to explain to the best of my ability why it was wrong, and for some time it went better.

Fast forward a few months to the blm protests or more specifically news coverage of it and info I sent him. He defended cops and blamed the protestors and even justified the atrocities of the cops, so that was the first instance where we had a huge fight. I practically drowned him in links and videos etc and some weeks into that I thought I'd managed to get through to him (Spoiler: I didn't really get through to him) so I kept it in mind but continued to have contact with him and everything (bc at the time I didn't know that I didn't really get through as much as I thought).

From there on it pretty much went downhill. We had been thinking about doing a trip to London for a few days (his idea but at the time I really wanted to go, it was around 2 years ago when I still practically worshipped that one author, she who must not be named) and to this very day he's not letting it go completely. Even though the pandemic puts lots of obstacles in the way and I have more important things to worry about, namely final exams and applications. Even though London is expensive as shit and I still have no way to earn money atm. And about the vacation, I finally canceled last summer (and gave the aforementioned reasons) and he completely lost his shit and got super aggressive, insulted me and tried to guilt-trip me into taking that back and agreeing to still go on that vacation with him. Then we got into another fight where he wanted me to cancel the vacation with my grandparents, which was already planned and booked and everything in order to make time for the vacation I'd already said I don't want to go on with him anymore and aggressively demanded (he didn't ask, he sent a demand and bombarded me with exclamation marks) to know when exactly I'd be going on vacation with them. Then he went offline after I refused and ignored the next few messages I sent him and only replied when I asked "what I'd I reconsidered my stance on the trip?". I mean, baiting him with that definitely was shitty of me, but the result showed that that was basically what he wanted, pressure me into still going on that vacation. That specific conflict had been going on for weeks, bc despite me telling him that it's counterproductive and detrimental to my mental health to increase the pressure and therefore my anxiety about getting a job to pay for the trip, he kept pressuring me while acknowledging that he's giving me lots of pressure and anxiety and even using that against me.

He also didn't acknowledge that most times we try to meet, he goes offline for hours before replying and disappearing again. That would be absolutely fine if he didn't accuse me of doing that, which btw is his standard technique and it took me a long time to realize that. He always tries to shift the blame to make me look like the one at fault, and he always, always demands that I apologize when we had a fight via WhatsApp.

And when I started enforcing my boundaries and telling him to stop asking again and again why I can't meet, what I'm doing, or demanding other explanations, he started to attack me for the kind of language I use, so when I'm ever so slightly sarcastic he immediately latches onto that and creates a new conflict.

But this still isn't all, oh no. He's also basically an ecofascist, and is fully okay with sacrificing social justice to save the environment, completely choosing to ignore that the people he's protecting are the ones at fault and that the ppl who contribute the least are the ones experiencing the hardest ecological consequences.

He's said multiple times that he thinks both sides are equally bad, in the context of left and right in general as well as antifascism and fascism and that he doesn't "condone the oppressed defending themselves with any means necessary" bc that, too, would include violence. He's defending the "right to free speech" even when right-wingers say really disgusting shit, he disagrees with prohibiting demonstrations of ppl who think that Corona is a hoax, he has zero empathy for ppl who are affected, who suffer long-term consequences from infections, not even for ppl who die from it (he literally said "people die anyway, that doesn't justify imprisoning everyone else") and somehow still thinks he has the moral high ground.

And the last bit he did was explaining to me, from his endocisallohet white guy perspective, how I'm "not discriminated against" bc gay ppl in my country can get married (only since 2017 btw) and when I, despite the fact that I shouldn't have had to and that it was a real blow to my mental health, wrote him a message that was almost the length of an essay, he calmly started to question my replies with the detachedness of someone who's discussing whether pineapple belongs on pizza and demanding further explanation. To top it off, he said that marginalized ppl have to always reply to everyone calmly and politely, no matter if it was offensive bc the person asking might be unaware of that. Otherwise, he said, everyone would be right to stop listening to us. Like, he literally said that we don't deserve human rights if we're not licking the boots of our oppressors if that way of thinking is followed through to the end.

I almost forgot, he also thinks that white ppl should have a say in whether something is a racist slur, or whether something is racist in general (we're both white, but at least I'm trying my best to unlearn what my upbringing taught me instead of being the cliché of the white person who goes "how dare you call me racist, I've never been more insulted in my whole life!", which is basically his reaction)

So up until this last fight, I conceded some ground to him to end the fights and keep him as a "friend" not only bc I feel horrible when I imagine losing one of my only irl friends but also bc I was hoping I could get through to him and educate him, to the best of my ability, on how to be a good ally to marginalized people. But the disregard with which he treats my explanations why the way he talked (wrote) about marginalized people is absolutely not okay and the fact that he just told me that he genuinely doesn't see how he did anything wrong even after I explained it to him in detail is just too much to bear at this point.

Oh, and while looking through the chat to prove him a liar I found that apparently, to him a promise is a promise, no matter whether it was given under pressure or voluntarily, so do with that what you will.

[oneshotstomyheart]

The Switch

So I have been on a Weasley Twin high, inspiring this lovely one-shot. Hope you enjoy! 

Fred Weasley x  OC One Shot

Warnings: semi-smutty, not too bad. 

As smart as everyone knew she was, Ellie could be a real idiot. No matter how many pranks he pulled on those poor first years, no matter how loud he was, and no matter how touchy he was, third-year Ellie Holland had no idea Fred Weasley even existed. This was the year he finally summed up enough courage to talk to her, yet Fred couldn’t even get her to look at him to initiate a conversation. He was running out of ideas, and George was running out of patience. 

George couldn’t understand why Fred wouldn’t just walk up and talk to the girl. For some brilliant reason, Fred thought if he pulled the funniest pranks, told the best jokes, and grazed her back a few times when pushing by that she would automatically fall in love with him. Therefore there was no need to start a conversation. “Ridiculous”, George thought. But it seemed his twin was truly smitten, therefore the ridiculous schemes went on.

Day after day, Fred dragged his brother into stunts in front of the oblivious doe-eyed girl. Yet always failing to grab her attention. 

Finally, George had enough and decided to take things into his own hands. Grabbing his twin’s sweater with the big F sewn in, he threw it on. Leaving behind a snoring Fred in their room, he made his way down to the dining hall.

He had everything planned out in his head, and success was the only outcome. He was sure of it.  He knew from Fred’s rambling that she was an early bird, so surely it wouldn’t be too hard to find her. However, it seemed more people than usual were awake and it took him a minute until he finally spotted her hunched over a book at the end of the table. Not understanding how Fred could so easily spot her all the time with how well she blended in, George made his way over to the girl.  

“Hello, Ellie!” George spoke, I mean Fred, as he sat down across from her. Startled, Ellie’s head shot up to the person intruding in on her reading time. “Oh, hello there.” she smiled softly, seeming to glance around as if to look for someone. Quickly understanding he was alone, her eyes shone with a hint of disappointment. “Is there something you need?” She questioned, marking her place before closing her book. 

“Yes actually, I need you, Ellie, to go on a date with me, Fred,” George spoke firmly, leaving no room for questions. Ellie's eyes widened, shock filling her eyes as she stuttered out, “w-what?”

Feeling his initial confidence start to lessen at her reaction, George quickly decided that it was best to just get out before anything else is said. “It’s settled! I’ll meet you at Hogsmeade this weekend then!” George blurted out before jumping up and running out of the dining hall, leaving a very shocked and confused Ellie behind. 

Much to George’s dismay, Fred was already awake when he slipped back into their room. “Hey, where have you been? And why do you have my sweater on?” Fred questioned, eyebrows furrowing when George hesitated before pulling the said sweater over his head and tossing it to his twin. 

“No reason, just quickly threw it on when I went down to the common room to grab the potions book I left.”

“Where is it, then?” Fred questioned, motioning to an empty-handed George. 

“Oh, bullocks! Left if there again!” George shouted out nervously, throwing on his own sweater this time before sprinting out of the room. 

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The rest of the day got even stranger for Fred, normally he’d see Ellie in the hallways between lessons. However, today she was nowhere to be found. ‘I hope she’s alright.’ Fred thought to himself, thinking to himself if he should check the hospital wing just in case something happened. 

He never got the chance though, since at the end of the day he was intercepted by the very girl herself. 

It was when he was walking to the quidditch field for practice, and Fred was pondering over why George seemed to be acting so weird that day. First, it was the lie from this morning, then George didn’t speak to him much all day, and now he was coming late to quidditch practice because he had to study! ‘Since when did he study?’ 

All thoughts left his head however when he saw Ellie from the corner of his eye walking toward his direction. Coming to a halt, Fred stood in shock as the girl of his dreams came to a stop in front of him. 

“Hi” Ellie spoke softly, a light blush gracing her features as she stared up at the tall handsome ginger. Fred, like an idiot, just stood there. Completely frozen and completely forgetting every word in the dictionary. Scrambling to not look as dumbfounded as he felt, he muttered a quick hello while struggling to maintain eye contact. ‘Beautiful’ he thought to himself, unable to hold her gaze for too long, feeling intimidated by her beauty. 

“My name is-”

“Ellie. I know.” Fred blurted out, eyes widening in embarrassment. 

Ellie smiled, looking down for a second to seemingly gather courage. Twiddling her fingers, and switching from foot to foot, Ellie finally lifted her head to speak. 

“So, something happened this morning that struck me as quite strange. And I tried to rack my brain all day for a reason, yet I cannot come up with one. I was hoping you could help me.” Ellie brushed her hair back, missing a piece that fell back in front of her face. Fighting the urge to push it back himself, Fred tore himself away from his inner monologue once he realized what she said. 

“Of course. I’m here anytime. Always. Whenever you need me!” Fred rambled on, forcing his mouth shut when Ellie let out a small giggle. Enamored by the sound, Fred couldn’t do anything but smile at her. 

“Was George serious when he asked me out this morning?” 

Fred was so caught up in her smile that it took him a good 10 seconds to realize what came out of her mouth. Fred’s face turned as red as his hair, and if it wasn’t for his crush standing right in front of him he would have most likely used some choice words that his mother would frown upon. 

“He..did..what?” Fred gritted out between his teeth, losing all shyness. 

Ellie’s eyes widened for a fracture of a second, one hand going up to nervously twirl a piece of her hair. “Uhm well, he sort of came up to me out of nowhere at breakfast and told me to meet him at Hogsmeade, quite aggressive about it he was if I must say. Left abruptly as well, after claiming to be you.” Chewing on her lip, Ellie risked a glance at Fred’s face. 

Fuming from his very core, Fred immediately realized what his brother did. Letting out a big sigh, Fred put his face in his hands and wished the universe would just swallow him whole. 

“I can’t believe he did that” Fred muttered into his hands, connected the dots between his sweater and George’s weirdness. 

“Yes, it was sort of unbelievable. I was just hoping you could let him down gently for me.” Ellie pleaded, looking up at Fred. Fred felt his heart sink, if she was turning down his twin then she would have certainly turned him down. 

“You see, I’m afraid I’m in love with his brother.” Fred’s head shot up, convinced his ears betrayed him. 

“Which one? Is it Percy? He’s got a right stick up his arse I’ll tell you!” Fred fumed, jealously consuming him as he thought about which possible brother captured her attention. 

Ellie started to giggle before it turned into a full-blown laugh. Grabbing Fred’s arm for support while her other went to hold her stomach. After a minute or two, she managed to compose herself enough to stand up straight and look at Fred. Realizing how hurt he looked, Ellie stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to Fred’s cheek. 

Fred stood there for a few more moments just staring at her in shock before a big grin broke out on his face. “Me? A-Are you sure?” Fred stuttered out, secretly reaching down to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t in a dream. 

“Are you trying to change my mind, Fred Weasley?” Ellie smirked, before turning around to head to the quidditch field. Stumbling to catch up, Fred ran up beside her with a shit-eating grin. Grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers, Fred asked, “Wait a minute. How did you know it was actually George and not me who asked you out this morning?” 

Ellie pulled them to a stop, grabbing Fred’s tie and pulling his face down to her. “Now, if I told you all my secrets before we even have our first date, what will we ever talk about?” She smiled secretively, before laying a passionate kiss on him. Fred immediately reacted, kissing back fiercely while wrapping his hands around her waist and lifting her up. Spinning her around, Ellie broke the kiss laughing.

“Let me go!” she laughed, tightening her arms around his neck. Slowly coming to a stop and putting her back down on her feet, Fred looked deeply into her eyes. ”Never”, he said, the most serious he’s ever been. 

Ellie stared back, happiness and love in her eyes, “Good.” 

Fred grinned, grabbing her hand once more and led them away from the quidditch field.

“Hey! What are you doing, you have practice!” Ellie laughed at his playfulness. 

“I just got the girl of my dreams. Practice is the last thing I care about.” Fred spoke while sending a sweet smile over his shoulder. Ellie blushed, tightening her hold on his hand.

Sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower, they spent the rest of the day up there talking. From their families to their interests, to finally something that bugged Fred all day. 

“Ellie,” he started, “I’m just confused.” Pausing from where she was running her fingers through his hair, she looked down at his head laying on her lap. “What about, love?” Hearing the new nickname she seemed to assign to him, he grinned and sat up to face her completely. 

He looked down nervously, for the first time since they got up to the tower, causing Ellie to furrow her eyebrows in concern. “Are you alright?” 

“Yes, yes of course. Never better in my whole life actually.” he grinned, gathering her hands in his and pressing a kiss to them. “I just want to know, why you never seemed to notice me before. No matter what I did, I felt like I never had your attention. It’s why I tried so hard this year, I pranked more than ever, all so I could get you to look at me. You never did though.” 

Ellie blushed feverishly, letting out a laugh at the red-headed wizard. “Fred, I actually think I stared at you way too much. So much so that my friend told me I was being creepy and to knock it off. I’ve loved you ever since you dyed that Slytherins hair pink for bullying that first year Ravenclaw. Or maybe I fell for you when I saw how kind you were to the kitchen elves. It also could have been when you tried to give a sixth year a canary cream, only you ate it yourself because you saw me going for it. Of course I saw you, Fred, you're the only one I have ever seen. I will admit this year I sort of gave up, I never assumed you’d go for someone like me so I did my best to avoid you.” Ellie finished shamefully, gazing down at their intertwined hands. 

“What made you change your mind? I mean, you seemed awfully confident before. Not that it wasn’t a complete turn on, believe me, it was.” Fred wiggled his eyebrows, all the worry lines leaving his face, leaving complete trust and utter happiness. 

“Believe it or not, George did. I sort of connected the dots when he asked me out, claiming to be you. Your reaction only confirmed what I already suspected, and while I must admit seeing you angry was a huge turn on itself, I just wanted to kiss you. It was all I could think about.” Ellie licked her lips as if reimaging the moment. Fred’s eyes darted down to her lips, a sudden new hunger coming over him. 

Pouncing on top of her, he attacked her lips with a burning desire. Hands-on her waist, he let out a noise of surprise when she flipped them over. Laying her hands flat on his chest, Ellie broke the kiss for air. 

“Speaking of this afternoon, we aren’t just going to let George get away with his meddling, right?” Ellie spoke in a surprisingly semi-evil tone, kissing her way down Fred’s neck. Moaning from her tone and actions, Fred sat them both up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pulling her head back with it, he placed open mouth hot kisses down her neck in return. Finally finding her sweet spot, he bit down and swore he never heard a sexier sound than what came out of her mouth. 

Muttering a few curse words, Ellie ground herself down onto him, relishing in the moan she elicited from him that mixed with her own. Fred could barely get the words out, and Ellie truthfully forgot she had even asked a question.

“Oh, we will be getting him back, alright. He’ll never see it coming.” Fred grinned at her, pulling her down for an unforgettable kiss to go with their soon unforgettable night. 

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Should I do a part 2??? I have some ideas on what they could do to get George back, but I felt like I wanted at least this first part to be about them getting together. 

Let me know what you think! :)

[violentmouths]

We Can Do Bad All By Ourselves, Thank you!

So both @clevermentalitybeliever and I love each other's OC's so I thought 'Why not make them a little duo?' So I did! After a few questions I've decided that this is going to be an interesting polyamorous relationship between my oc (Grima Li), her oc (Lanea), and V.

I'm gonna take a little break from my other works to get this one going as I kind of like where this is going.

Idky but I'm gonna tag some people who might like this (idk)

Um, @birdgirl69 @skvaderarts @dhalia111 @krazy06 @lessy86 (I really love your black Harley, girl and hope to get to know you soon) @thedyingmoon

And let the show begin:

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Chapter 1: The Spider Plant and The Witch

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Went the grandfather clock, it was the only audible thing in the apartment unless you wanted to count the sounds of pages flipping and the gentle breathing.

Lanea looked up from her book to see her friend sitting on the floor infront of the large clock, unsure if she was meditating or watching the hours tick before her eyes.

Lanea rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she went back to reading. Her spider eyed friend gave her the book 'Lord of the Flies' to help past the time, and although Lanea was only a few pages in, she could see why Grima liked the book. Sure it wasn't Watership Down, but held similarities to it, such as the boys having to work together to survive on the island until help came; but most of all, it was dark.

"When do we meet Dante, again?" Lanea asked, flipping a page from the book "At Fu Inlé..." Grima whispered still looking at the clock, the sounds of the cogs inside of the clock ticking somehow calmed the little spider plant. "Rephrase that Ms. Li, I don't understand your language." Lanea grumbled, she couldn't stand when Grima spoke in Lapine. Not because it irritated her, but because she didn't know what any of it meant; it was like going to a foreign country and not knowing how to read, write, or speak the language.

You were in the dark, whether you liked it or not.

"Fu Inlé means after moonrise, Lanea... I don't feel so comfy going out during ni frith... "

"Can't you close your three eyes?"

"I like my five eyes showing..."

"But you close them everytime you're around him."

"I don't like they way he looks at them..."

"But when all are open, it's kind of hard to choose which pair of eyes to look at." Lanea laughed, placing the book mark into the book to stop her from losing the page she was on, she placed a hand on her mouth to cover up her laughter.

"Not really, no..." Grima trailed off, leaning forward and pressing her hands against the carpeted floor, she gently pushed against the ground, letting her legs slowly rise to the ceiling. "Just look at the bottom ones, like Nero does..." she added, Grima has now placed herself in a handstand. But instead of putting her feet on the ground again, she just let her feet touch her head. Lanea shook her head as she closed her book, placing it on the coffee table in front of her.

"You sure like Nero..." Lanea stated, slowly closing her eyes "I'm surprised you haven't stole him from Kyrie yet." She added, slowly opening her eyes and looking at her friend who was placing her feet back on the ground before standing up straight.

"...I see Nero like a brother, we have fun together... Although I must say he does remind me of my brother except more outgoing. I can't steal him away from Kyrie, I like their relationship. It's a sweet bond they have going on there and for me to just take him away from something that makes him truly happy, I. Think. Not..." Grima explained, Lanea couldn't help but put her hand on her mouth from that response, she didn't expect Grima to say such things. The monstress had the boys eating out of the palm of her hand, yet made no moves. "Soooo," Grima trailed off as she put her hands on her large hips, twisting her upperbody to look at Lanea. "You and Dante... He found you, and yet, no moves made there..." She said through certain clicks and croaks, Lanea scrunched her face at what she just heard.

"I could never be with such a man! He's terrible with money, he refuses to use it responsibly; his debts could be paid if he just wasted it on the bills! I could do soooo much better than that! Also- he found me after my village kicked me out... I, owe him that... He put a roof over my head. I- admire his caring attitude, as-is well as his hospitality. Like you see Nero as a brother, I see Dante as a good friend. Nothing more, nothing less." Lanea answered truthfully, looking down at her hands that she now placed on her lap. Grima nodded her head before turning around and looking back at the grandfather clock.

"I... Well, monsters stick together, we have a bond that not alot of humans can put a finger on. I got your back if you got mine, ya feel?" Grima started off, looking at the top of the clock before dusting it off, "I find it awfully amusing how you think I should get with Nero and I think you should get with Dante..." Grima trembled, Lanea's eyes widened as she slowly got up, reaching for Grima "And were both like 'NOPE' to them!" Grima laughed, Lanea sat down and grumbled at how Grima was only trembling because she trying to hold in her laughter.

Grima stopped laughing, gently rubbing at her chest "... But I gotta pay Dante back, I promised him that after the mission with Urizen..." She whispered, Lanea cocked an eyebrow at what she just heard; why does Grima need to pay back Dante?

And for what?!

"How much do you owe him? I can help you if you want, Ms. Li?" Lanea cooed, reaching into her back pocket, Grima turned her upperbody around again "I-it's not with money, Lanea..." Grima trailed off, making Lanea blush really red. It didn't take her very long to figure out what Grima meant by that. "Y-you can't be serious, M-Ms. Li! H-how did you get yourself in such a predicament?!" "I told him 'perhaps when this... Mission is done, I could pay my debt to you on a Thursday at four...? Perhaps?' And he agreed to my payment... But I haven't been able to pay him back..." Grima replied, walking into the kitchen with Lanea following behind her "Ms. Li... So many Thursdays have passed-" "I understand you want me to get this over with immediately, but I kind of enjoy a bit of 'element of surprise' I don't know when... And neither will he, let's put this to rest now shall we?" Grima interrupted, turning around to face her and smiling sweetly, causing her petite friend to blush cherry red. Lanea couldn't believe that Grima would mess around with someone like Dante, after everything she just told the monstress, Grima would still have sex with the great demon hunter.

Grima Li and Dante? What a nauseating if not luscious thought?

Lanea could just imagine her friend being ravaged by such a man, her gentle gasps and moans escaping her lips as she claws into the desk. Dante holding onto her love handles as he starts off slow before he begins to pick up speed causing her Ms. Li to moan louder. Yearning for more as he slaps her caramel colored ass again and again, making Grima moan louder.His calloused hands would go straight to her medium sized breasts, squeezing them enough to make marks while Grima's moans get louder and louder as the minutes ticked by as they'd exchange kisses whenever they got a chance. But those kisses would become sloppy, the thrusting will get harder, and Dante's cock would go deeper.

It would probably be a night Grima would never forget, but a thought Lanea wishes she could throw away as it already plastered itself to her brain...

Grima walked to the first cabinet she saw and opened it up to see endless labeled mason jars of tea leaves. "I'm feeling... Earl Grey." She said to herself as she got on her tiptoes to reach for the mason jar above her head.

Lanea stood four feet behind Grima to give her space, she still couldn't shake that image out of her head.

Lanea's eyes traveled all over her friends body, following each dip, and every curve "Then again... I bet she likes those breasts of hers squeezed." She thought "Or spanked until her round ass is black and blue..." such thoughts didn't sit well with Lanea, and she wanted to remove it so badly!

Lanea swallowed as she closed her eyes "W-what about V?!" She blurted out, waiting for Grima's response. It was silent for about two minutes before Grima slammed the cabinet door shut.

"The Black Rabbit of Inlé is not allowed to be talked about in this house!" Grima growled, slamming the mason jar down "S-Surely you'd rather have him in bed than Dante... V is really sweet to you Ms. Li, you should give him a cha-" "No, no, nope. I refuse to be seen with that mole-snouted, muckraking, hutch-hearted sheep tick. Remove this piece of the conversation away from my ears." Grima boomed, Lanea put a hand over her mouth, letting it drop after.

"But he likes you Ms. Li... You can hear it in his voice." She whimpered, Grima put her hands on her hips "A-any man who gets with you would be very lucky..." Lanea's voice started to soften, Grima sighed before looking at Lanea, "I don't just like men, Lanea... I go for women too." She mumbled, catching Lanea off guard "S-she likes women too?" Lanea thought, she could feel the warmth in her cheeks rise again. "Lanea... Do you like El-ahrairah?" Grima asked "I can hear it... In the tone of your voice." She added.

This made Lanea blush harder than she ever could, the idea of being with V never really came to mind as they were always on the battlefield; not a place to be thinking such.

Grima walked up to Lanea, placing a hand on her shoulder "Anyone who ends up with you is gonna be one lucky fella..." she whispered, smiling after. Both women were staring into each others green eyes, causing silence in the kitchen. Lanea's lime colored eyes widened as she kept a pale hand over her mouth, quickly putting the other hand over it.

"Now, tea Lanea? Or no?"

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I'm quite fond of this little series here, more chapters soon, as well as for the V Experiences since Grima's birthday is coming close... See you all soon, and I hope you enjoyed!

Oh! Pay no mind to the darkened words, my girl Raunchy likes doing this... 'Thing' where she writes it all down to receive some type of 'hidden message' when there isn't any (I think)... Anyways by now!

[akalegos]

Could you tell us a little about your characters?

Y E S !

but due to me having at least over a thousand characters I’ll just give a quick summary of the 25 I manage to dig up over 3 sketchbooks.

Y’all can pick and choose which of them interest yall or who you wanna hear more about!

Also because I’m extra, I made sketch icons for the 25 characters, info under the cut

I’ll talk a bit more about my actual Original Characters first, starting with

Aiko! Otherwise known as Echo

- A marked individual in a steampunk world that gets mixed with magic, because I like both of those things

- Echo runs an underground lab that does helps the underground world with replacing body parts, illegal surgeries etc etc

- Even though she marked, which puts a bounty on her head already, she is well respected by the community for not cheating for your money, stealing your cash, or shanking/killing you mid-surgery

- however, Echo does long for adventure and sometimes do get bored in the lab

oh yeah,, Echo like stealing eyeballs, so if you’re low on cash and wouldn’t mind losing an eye, you know who to call!!

Bonus:

Here’s Echo’s boring, undeveloped sidekick!! I don’t like her and I don’t know how to make her better. Yes, she doesn’t have a name.

here’s my god playboy that left “heaven” due to having an early mid-life crisis, I call him God boi cause;

- He goes by many names! 

tbh, he’s probably the closest character I have to being genderfluid/-neutral? I’m not sure,,

- The god has many powers, from lightning to shapeshifting

- The shapeshifting part allows him to change every part of himself, allowing him to change depending on his situation.

- God boyo, or originally Aristide, is obsessed with the idea of perfection. A god should be perfect, if a god is out of line, he is no god. 

- Same goes for him, which means whenever something is wrong with him, it affects him, extremely

However, leaving the land of gods to live among humans aren’t all perks

- Aris isn’t immune to diseases or injuries. In fact, he actually fell down and died on impact when he came to earth, being reborn into another child immediately.

- He doesn’t gain his memories back automatically tho!! He has to have a major shock to the brain in order for him to remember his previous lives

- Sometimes the shock isn’t enough either, when you have a thousand over lives, you won’t remember every single one of them. So forgotten lovers coming back to haunt because your brain hates you? That’s everyday for him!

i just,, i like playing with the concepts of god,,

Up next we got Ayeka Himura! A japanese student going to a neighborhood, but still a pretty good, school living close to poverty due to her father’s constant spending habits and obsession with art supplies. With the household lacking a mother due to wacky shenanigans, Ayeka takes care of her two younger siblings and the house, all while maintaining a very well-paid job and slowly loosing interest in actually studying for a good, honest job.

also she likes birds!!

Yes her design is heavily “based” off Toga but I love her current design too much to change it, h e l p

So like,, I suck at chinese and I made ocs that exclusively spoke in chinese to help with that but I’m still stuck at 40~marks

I forgot his scar but remembered his earring i hate myself

my og chinese kiddo! he was was first to come and I love his design ever since

he radiates fuck you energy except the girl below. He’s neighbors with her and they acknowledge each other existence ever since. he has a dumb cliche crush on her and is a bit protective of her because nothing says having issues than latching onto someone that makes you happy

Only this girl got named!! even tho she was the second character.

Li Shen, yes she doesnt have a surname, is apparently main ho now, according to my old oc chart of my “main” ocs

She’s the group’s resident sweetheart and really does not want you to do stupid shit, stop doing stupid shit. She tutors my son up there ^^ even though he’s actually smart and just refuses to do his work properly. But she still deeply cares for him.

As well as the girl below shdifhd

the last girl of the ching chong trio and the reason I had to switch up my son’s design is this girly over here! Her design was too business-y and formal so I enrolled all of them into college. A rich girl who doesn’t know how to deal with her g a y thoughts. Tried sending Li Shen some flowers once. She didn’t realize attaching her name would be a good idea and son got a good laugh.

i like paranormal stuff so they apparently look into that shit in their spare time. They’re all actually really fun characters to do prompts with I swear!! send some in and I’ll write them

I had a previous concept for son and Li Shen before last girl came and if yall want me to talk about it,,, i found my sketchbook with the old ideas,,

NEXT UP IS MY OLD GIRL ELORA!!

Elora herself used to be a fan character but I pulled her out and wow\

cant fucking believe she used to be straight for Vylad

shes the outgoing, fun adventure type! bit of mommy issues here and there tho,, I don’t want to say too much since I have an entire for her +

her now upgraded bro, Vincent

i really like the name vincent,,

also now he has mommy issues

Ead, the knight who used to have armor

I hate drawing armor 

he also have issues

AND IRIS MY SWEET GIRL IM SO SORRY

she doesnt have that much issues tho

basically I made elora and her bro have mommy issues, I’m sorry in advance if that spoils anything

I, sometimes, post about these 4 over on @eloradiesismydocsname​ and its a gay ol’ time

not that gay tho because uhh,, medieval times,, but I need prompts for a modern au of them and I am happy to talk about their personalities and even go semi in-depth for any of them!!

here we have ghoster.png,, which is her file name cause I didn’t name her,,

A horror enthusiast + film student that goes to a supposedly haunted shack to film her upcoming project with the boys. wacky shenanigans occur and the boys left leaving ghoster here to starve and eventually fall to her death. But because it’s my oc i get to bring her back from the dead, now hungry as ever and will fucking eat you, its not a kink thing, shes just that hungry and angry

tax fraud.png

a robo girl that i created during social studies cause they were talking about taxes and i just went, “what if,, a robo runs on taxes,,, and like,, she haunts you down for not paying your taxes,,” thus she was born! I don’t know what to name her but she is set in the future so-

Time to go future-apocalypse style because I love that setting too and was upset that I didn’t have any ocs in that style. So I created Alex A. ! A cybrog filled with memories of the previous generations as a sad attempt to preserve human life.

He’s accompanied by his sister/cousin idr i didn’t draw an icon for her, didnt like her design. they go on a hunt for food and to return with nothing. She gets to meet this other dude who has a plant arm im pretty sure i based him off someone’s elses oc but i cant remember. The 3 are forgotten. Kinda want to bring them back tho.

Neon! A character set in the future utopia of lazy people, where gamers rise up. its the best I can describe her story without getting too deep. She the new hacker on the block, joining the underground gang of elite hackers. She’s another one of those wacky characters that just has fun. I mean, when you know your way around codes and the world you live in is full of it, would you not take advantage of that?

as for fan characters,, uhh,, i have em

STARTING WITH MY WIFE!

Alexzandra Zara oh my god i forgot to draw her necklace and shirt

anyways,, Alexzandra is one of the more older ocs I have that didnt get a big revamp. Only an au I develop to the point I forgot the actual shows and the original cast are a little different from the source haha what? She’s the emotionally unstable german war veteran, yes the wife thing isn’t mutual, and haha shes only 27~. I cling onto her so much?? She’s hits a lot of “edgy” points but I still love her cause idk,, the story I made for her is something I hold dear cause Alexzandra was one of my first ACTUALLY DEVELOPED CHARACTER. Is it wrong to say I hold her really close to my heart? Is that weird? probably a little cringy sorry haha. I probably project a little into her which might have strengthened my love for her ack. Her story delves more into the depression very unstable needs to talk to someone side and i get scared talking about my wife’s story online so uhh, idk ask me specific questions about her, I’ll be more inclined to talk.

Dr Watts! The spoiled ass dick that stole dst Wilson’s house and yes this is a dst oc, yes im slightly sorry.

He’s just fun?? almost ran a blog with him and a friend’s oc. He’s your typical uptight old science gramps that took advantage of the fact that no one knows his real name that he calls himself a doc. He’s not. I put everything about him up to a 9-10? He’s one of those wacky characters and I love him for it! His story is really wonky tho so might need help solidifying that part 

and from the angry old man to my sweet man that will adopt you even if you’re noisy or call him ginger. Pilot here is a TF2 OC I made to interact with other tf2 OCs cause some of them are fun and i wanna join in :((

He’s the Canadian stereotype, and yes, he adopted scout, that was one of my character notes. 

Like the actual cast of tf2, there’s barely any real story to him. I only gave him a vague I don’t know my past but hey, i fly really really well. He participated in war unlike certain men but he’s still really nice and will only kill you if you hurt his family. Which he doesn’t know so he just considers the cast his family. He keeps mentioning a wife though, pretty sure he doesn’t have one but you do what makes you happy son.

Ai! an oc I HEAVILY revamped oh my god i hate her old vers. So if yall remember my random shouting of missing my og son, Aru. Here’s his bff. cause he barely has any actual friends that give a shit. And I just cant have that. but here’s your yandere revamped into a last minute addition. I actually feel like I did Ai a lot of justice. I don’t want to delve too deep cause I will start making charts. I’ll do that in a separate post if yall are keen

Isamu Aena! a mp100 oc I made by accident cause idk,, I was thinking about lolita fashion and all of a sudden, the actual oc I was going to make turned into a mob psycho oc. She’s one of my few ocs where her sexuality matters (she’s gay yeah) cause it plays a role in her storyline. She went from being “manipulated”/used to Mob’s wingwomen. She spots out things that can help him in the romantic department cause she’s into romance. A student of the school Mob infiltrated and a fantastic tailor, not to mention a pretty decent pyschic. wait where do models get their lolita stuff from,,

im gonna ignore that and move onto Lillian Yi! Who, i swear i did not meant for it, is very close to lloyd. I mean,, none of the ninjas were with him after s3, who you think he’d meet. Lillian is a survivor from the Great Devourour and yes I’m still pissed LEGO stole my backstory for Lillian to use for Harumi. FUCK YOU LEGO, i still love both of em tho,, The event did leave a big scar and it made Lillian job jumping for a bit, ending at Chen’s Noodles in S6~, where ya know,, stuff got better. She was a medalist for gymnastics and continue the activity, even after her parents’ death, to please others. She was already lost at the time so staying in the sport would help, right? Needless to say, after being rejected at a cop academy for youths, or something similar, she gave up for a while but got back into the idea of saving people by using her skills she already had. It helped with the weight and feelings and meeting the green ninja was a very big bonus. Also Lloyd dubbed her the “mysterious stranger” when she refused to speak in fear of her identity, slight shame, and maybe a bit of being star struck. It helped Lloyd too in a sense where he had something to distract him from Zane’s passing.

 Their relationship was eventually formed, strong and almost unbreakable, except for harumi but uhh thats a different story. Throughout the seasons, they stayed close and lloyd was always comforted by Lillian went times get ruff.

Also Lillian is my most light-hearted characters and I think that says a lot

Then there’s Nite “I don’t want to be your dad”. A character that is supposed to be in the ninjago world but barely interacts with the main story and only stays in his self contained plot. He was supposed to get a bf but uhhh idk. He’s the master of shifting and streams that online, taking out small crimes, and is actually really shy and doesn’t like interacting with people.

also haha fortnite

Nora Akino, the sin of despair! its an ad thing, I think. She speaks only in a foreign language that only Odin understands and is either big gay for Ava or Maggi, she can’t pick. And yes she did drink the vial, when TITAN attacks your planet and you accidentally die, how else can you meet your family again? also my grandpa walked in and said she looks like royalty. cool-

she wouldn’t leave my hand for like,, 3 days or something

Petri, a fellow troublemaker at camp campbell’s music camp. She managed to pick the camp because apparently a parent who doesn’t acknowledge your hard work don’t read the fine print! Please let David adopt her,,

LASTLY! Yukimaru Atsuko, hero name; Gummie. She goes by Yuki and is a big dick. She’s a studious student but gets more thrills on the actual battlefield. Living with her uptight grandma and her big bottom energy bro, she has the dom energy thing going. and apparently folks on G+, or the people who comment about her, thinks she’s really pretty, which was oddly a thing back before UA. She’s the dick you can like, not like Bakugou but she will definitely want to fight Bakugou. 

A gum-related quirk is not full of perks when its only your hands. I’d dive more into her like her insecurities and stuff but I’ve been here for probably 3hrs. Sorry anon.

Also I’m so sorry to anyone who reads this all the way through.

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Fight for Me (Ch.4)

↳Story Header © @softjeon (do not steal this header!)

➵ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC (feat. Kwon Ji Yong)

➵ Genre(s): Historic!AU, Medieval!AU , Royalty!AU, Knight!AU, Romance, SMUT, Humor, & Angst

➵ Words: 4.8K

➵ Summary: Once upon a time, there was a not-so-traditional kingdom. In that kingdom, the royal family had the freedom of marrying whoever his or her royal highness deems worthy. Now, of course, having that special privilege came with some interesting challenges, but that doesn’t stop a certain head-strong princess from doing whatever her heart’s desire, especially when she has her heart set on marrying her personal bodyguard. Unfortunately, her beliefs might face some hardships when a certain king sets his eye on her. Will her bodyguard continue to fight for her or is it finally her turn?

※ Previously: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3

※ Next Time: ch.5 | ch.6 | final chapter

Chapter 4: Please Don’t Fall in Love with Him

Previously

He watched the upper half slide off the cleanly from the wooden stake. Ah, the joys of being one of the top swordsmen in the kingdom.

Seokjin stood up, allowing his arm to lazily rest against his body as he gathered his breath. However, it was proven to be quite difficult since something else was on his mind.

His heart skipped a beat and not in a good way. His stomachs were in knots. His hands trembled as something indescribable entered his mind. The more he thought how his precious Sumin was spending time with another man, the more it frustrated him. The more his mind became flooded with fake images of Sumin passionately kissing Ji Yong, the more it made him sick to his stomach.

As the unknown emotion filled up his entire body, it suddenly hit him.

           “Am I jealous?”

With his back up against the stone wall, Seokjin buried his head in his hands, panting; his heart drumming against his chest. His mind was one big jumble as he tried to comprehend the concept of jealousy. There was no way that he could even remotely feel that way. Deep down in his heart, he knew that Sumin was his, so why did he feel threatened? Why was his heart telling him that King Ji Yong was going to successfully steal her away? Why was his mind creating horrific scenarios that only made him want to release his frustrations? Why was his soul crying?

A veil of silence covered the training room as Seokjin continued to sit against the wall. His eyes were closed. His breathing grew slow. His thoughts were slowly becoming normal once again.

           “I have to trust my princess… I have to have faith in her like she always has in me.” He thought as his trembling hand grabbed the hilt of his sword before standing up.

Taking one last deep breath and slowly exhaling, releasing any negative emotion that was eating away at his mind, Seokjin channeled his focus into training. He charged at the other practice dummies, imagining them as King Ji Yong, and swung his sword. Hopefully, the mindless sword practice could distract his mind— key word…hopefully.

Back with Sumin and Ji Yong, the duo was now in front of a cute flower stand. Sumin was eyeing the gorgeous yellow roses; a twinkle was shining in the corners of her eyes. She quickly asked the owner if she could smell one of them. Of course, the owner happily obliged the princess’s request and even said she could take one, if she wanted. Sumin’s smile brightened almost immediately. She loved yellow roses. It always brought a sense of happiness and complete warmth whenever she saw them in her garden. Plus—it was the flower that Seokjin gave her when he confessed his feelings for her.

She gently grasped the stem, careful to watch out for the thorns, if there any, and placed the soft petals against her lips, inhaling the sweet scent of the rose.

Ji Yong could not help but be awestruck. The light of the sun was hitting her just beautifully. It was if he was staring at an angel. No. A goddess. The way the light was hitting her created this bright aura that glowed all around. What has he done to deserve this beautiful creature as his future queen?

Wanting to be close to her, he gradually closed the gap between their bodies; his arm brushing against hers. His cheek was hovering over hers as he leaned down slightly to smell the rose.

           “Permit me to buy you a bouquet, Princess Sumin.” He politely asked, smiling warmly at her.

Sumin turned towards him; her lips almost pressing against his. She clenched her jaw but masked her action with a sweet smile. She disliked him being that close to her. She could only ever have one man close to her, and that man was back at the castle.

           “It is quite alright, your majesty. I am content with my one rose.” She rejected his offer politely, bowing her head just a little bit.

Ji Yong cocked up his brow, “Well then, I guess I have to do this instead.” He said vaguely before turning away from the princess. He then walked over to the flower owner and whispered something in her ear. Seconds later, he returned with a bouquet of flowers that was made up of one flower from each of the different baskets.

Sumin’s jaw nearly dropped the floor. Never once did she think she would meet someone who was just as conniving as her. Time to switch tactics.

She plastered on the most believable smile on her face and “happily” took the bouquet from him. She held up the different flowers to her nose and took in the interesting combination of scents. She muttered a quick thank you before walking over to the next stop of their tour.

Ji Yong chuckled to himself before following her. He placed a hand on her lower back as she guided him to the local fabric shop.

Inside the shop, the place was decorated with different shades, texture, and everything in between. If a person was looking for something specific, then he or she would most likely find it there. That was how notorious this shop was for the royal seamstress. All the fabric, that created Sumin’s breathtaking gowns, came from this shop. Only the best for the royal family.

Lightly pressing her fingers against the soft material, Sumin eyed the fine detail in each one, noting how well the shop’s workers took the time to create such gorgeous patterns.

Suddenly, she halted in her steps. Her eyes widened as a faint gasp escaped her lips. She turned her body completely towards this ivory colored fabric. She grasped the material with both hands, rubbing it in between her thumb and index finger. Soon, a small yet fond smile graced her precious lips. The idea of her wedding gown being made from this fabric popped in her brain. She imagined herself walking down the long church aisle, with her father by her side, as she slowly but surely made her towards the alter. Where, at the end of it, stood her groom. Her husband. Her king. Kim Seokjin. Her smile grew wide at the mere thought of being tied to her beloved.

           “I see her royal highness has wonderful taste in fabrics.” Sumin heard the shop owner say, forcibly removing her from her fantasy.

Sumin quickly bowed her, acknowledging the owner, “Tell me, would you have enough of this fine material for my seamstress to make, perhaps, my wedding gown?”

The owner’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Oh, of course your highness! Even if we did not, we would make sure to acquire some more as soon as possible.”

Sumin chuckled brightly; her eyes almost disappearing because of how wide her smile was.

           “That is most wonderful! I will tell my father about this the moment I return to the castle.” She stated as she looked at the ivory colored cloth once more.

The owner happily thanked Sumin before disappearing to the back of the shop, more than likely, telling the workers to not sell that fabric to anyone else.

Sumin rubbed the soft fabric between her fingers again, not noticing Ji Yong joining her side.

           “I did not know that the princess Sumin agreed to my marriage proposal.” Ji Yong closed the gap between their faces; his lips practically pressed against her ear. “Tell me princess, would you like to live with me in my kingdom or would you rather I rule over your people?” He whispered; his warmth breath fanned the outer part of her ear.

Sumin rolled her shoulders; a habit she did to show her discomfort.

           “I would like his majesty to create some space between us. We are simply friendly acquaintances, and people might misunderstand our relationship.” She said boldly before turning away and leaving the shop.

Ji Yong sighed deeply; his patience slowly waning. Hearing her say that about their relationship switched on something in his mind. His eyes flickered with excitement and determination. Seeing Sumin play hard to get ignited this fun game in his mind. A game which had her hand in marriage as the prize. If there was one thing about Ji Yong that she should have known was that he never liked to lose. No woman was out of reach for him, and Sumin was no exception. He would have her has his wife and nothing and no one would change his mind.          

           “Oh…my dear Sumin… it is pointless to try and throw other women at me.” He exited the shop and followed the headstrong princess. “It is not like they can satisfy me anyway. My heart is set on you, and I will have you.” He finished his obsessive thought as he entered the royal carriage.

To say that the carriage ride was extremely awkward would be quite an understatement. The overall atmosphere was tensed between the two royal blooded people. A person can feel a strong wall of silence between the two. That was how uncomfortable it was, especially for Sumin. She tried every trick in the book to get this deranged king off her tail, but it was ultimately proven futile. She even had the courage to bring up his dark past with his many… many mistresses, but he simply waved those statements off. He even had the audacity to tell her that once they were wedded, he would no longer have use for a mistress since he had everything he could ever desire in Sumin.

Something was not right with him at all. Why was he so adamant on marrying her? Once again, there were more willing princesses, especially from more powerful kingdoms, wanting nothing more but to wed the devilishly handsome King Kwon Ji Yong. How in the world did she capture his attention? How was it even remotely possible that this powerful king became so smitten with her that quickly? Numerous of these types of questions flooded her mind— until hearing his voice pulled her away from her them.

           “My apologies, your majesty. What was your question?” Sumin asked politely; her innocent eyes staring back at his calculating ones.

Ji Yong smiled softly, “It is alright.” He leaned over and gently grasped her hand. “I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the garden after supper? I heard there is going to a wonderful full moon gracing the skies this Summer night.” He requested; his lips pressed sweetly on the back of her hand.

Sumin fought the urge to vomit as she smiled warmly at him. She then jerked her hand back and proceeded to fold both of her hands neatly in her lap.      

           “I actually have plans with my mother this evening. Tonight, she and I are going to be reading a few novels in the library.” She paused, formulating a lie. “My father, however, would like to request your presence in his study room.” She told him.

Ji Yong raised his brow, “Your father? I guess I can spare some of my time to get to know my future father-in-law.”

Sumin smiled politely, “My father would be most happy to hear this.”

Ji Yong took her hand once more and placed a sweet peck on the back of it.

           “Anything to make the princess happy with me.” He stated warmly.

After what seemed like months of traveling, the royal “couple” finally arrived back to the castle. Sumin was the first one to dash out of the carriage. She had to get away from this stubborn, annoying, cocky king. She gathered up her skirt and ran as fast as her heels can take her down the drawbridge.

She entered through the castle gates and stood in the middle of the courtyard. The castle workers, that were out and about doing their duties outside, ceased with what they were doing and politely greeted the princess. Sumin smiled politely and bowed her head, acknowledging their greetings, even though her mind was preoccupied with finding her sweet knight. She had urgent matters to discuss with him, though… deep down in her heart, she knew something was wrong.

Her eyes scanned the castle grounds as her mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out where Seokjin would be during this time. Then, a lightbulb went off. She remembered that before they started dating, he would spend most of his time in the practice room. Honing his swordsmanship skills since he was always obsessed with being the best knight in the entire kingdom.

Just as she turned her body towards the direction of the practice room, she suddenly snapped her fingers. Sumin also remembered that Seokjin would more than likely be done with practice by now.

She muttered a profanity as she kicked her heel against the pavement. She threw her head back and whined.

           “Where is that stupid knight of mine?” She thought to herself— or so she thought.

           “Princess? If you are looking for Sir Seokjin, I saw him walk in the direction of the weaponry room.” She heard one of the castle gardeners inform her.

Her eyes snapped open, twinkling with relief. She directed her attention to the worker and with smile so wide, she happily thanked him before rushing off in that direction.

Sadly, that adventure was short-lived. The moment she stepped foot towards that direction, she came face-to-face with her mother and her ladies-in-waiting.

           “Mother!” She shrieked with a nervous smile displayed on her face.

The queen raised her brow, “Daughter, where are you running off in such hurry? I believe supper is soon.”

           “I was looking for Seokjin, which by the way, have you seen him mother?” Sumin asked; her fingers slightly twitching from anxiety.

           “I have not, my daughter, but would you like to accompany your dear old mother to the library?” The queen asked, wrapping her around with Sumin’s.

Sumin forced a smile and nodded. Yeah. She didn’t want to make her mother angry. That would only resort in losing precious time because she would be busy arguing with her. She couldn’t afford it.

Now, arm-and-arm, Sumin and her mother graciously walked towards the second-floor library. The royal women chatted about Sumin’s time with King Ji Yong at the town square. The queen couldn’t help but chuckle at Sumin’s expression and known distaste for the calculating king. If only she could do something for her precious daughter. A mother would do anything in her power to make sure that her offspring was content.

Minutes later, they arrived in front of the library. The queen dismissed her ladies before walking through the double wooden doors.

Upon entering, the smell of old books invaded the ladies’ nostrils. Something about the smell of parchment paper brought the feeling of euphoria in the ladies’ mind. The wonders of being intelligent.

Sumin disappeared off into the section where it only contained romance novels. Her personal favorites where the works of the one and only William Shakespeare. She was envious of how Queen Elizabeth had the opportunity to be in his presence. Sumin could only imagine the wonderful plays that were acted out based on his work.

With a warm smile painted on her face, Sumin trailed her index finger against the binds of each different colored book, feeling the rough exterior of them. Her eyes lit up when she saw the title of her favorite book— Romeo and Juliet.

Just as her hand reached out to take the book out of its spot, another hand clamped around her wrist. Her body flinched, and her heart pounded against her chest. When she finally registered who the person was, she let out a sigh of relief.

           “Seokjin, you gave me such a fright.” She mumbled as she held the book close to her chest.

Seokjin stared blankly at her; an unreadable expression graced his handsome face.

Sumin eyed him with pure concern, “Are you okay, my beloved? I actually needed to have a word with you.”

Moments of silence passed them by as the two of them remained still, staring at each other. Sumin could hear her heart beat against her chest. Her breathing was hard as her breasts heaved up and down with each gasp for air she took.

Suddenly, Seokjin grabbed her wrist and pulled towards an unoccupied area of the library. The roughness of his actions alarmed Sumin. Never once, in her years of knowing him, has she ever seen him do this. The cold exterior of his facial expression. The iron grip around her petite wrist. What was gotten into him?

Before she could even ask him that important question, she felt her back hit against a bookshelf as Seokjin, without warning, captured her innocent lips. His hand cupped her jaw roughly as he forcibly darted his tongue into her mouth. His chest pressed firmly against hers as he made sure she couldn’t leave him.

Sumin’s eyes remained opened as she suddenly felt fear within her heart. Seeing her loving knight become this rough, forceful person scared her. Was this the emotion of jealously that her mother spoke to her about? If it was, she did not like it whatsoever.

She quickly broke the passionate kiss but instead of having the opportunity to have a serious discussion about his insecurities and had no reason to be jealous, Sumin felt her neck being attacked. She felt his teeth graze against the softness of her skin as his hands trailed down the sides of her torso.

           “You are mine. You are my princess…” Seokjin muttered darkly as he eyed all the unmarked territory of her neck.

Something about that sentence sent shivers throughout her entire body. The tiny hairs on her neck stood up as goosebumps appeared one by one.

A sigh of content slowly left her lips as she couldn’t help but submit to him. She whispered a yes as her skirt slowly lifted up.

His hands trailed up and down her milky thighs and just as his fingers neared her aching core, the two heard a familiar voice speak to Sumin’s mother.

Sumin immediately snapped back to reality and pushed Seokjin away. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress and then undid her braided bun. She ruffled it up and positioned it around her neck, hoping that her luscious locks would cover up her marked-up neck. The last thing she needed was to have King Ji Yong questioning where she got those love bites. Though… why should she care if the arrogant king saw them or not? Maybe if he did, then he would leave her alone once and for all.

           “I found the princess.” Ji Yong emerged from a poorly lit section of the library. “And she is with her loyal knight.” He said through clenched teeth as he eyed their questionable appearances. He then walked past the possessive knight and stood in front of the flustered princess, anchoring his hands on her hip bones.

Sumin’s eyes flashed towards Seokjin briefly, feeling her heart ache for him. She had to pretend to be civil with the king, but that may entail some polite flirting.

           “I have seen that you found me. Does his majesty of someone following me?” She teased, smiling sweetly at the king.

Ji Yong chuckled as he tapped her nose playfully, “Your playful words wound me, Princess Sumin. Believe it or not, but I actually pay attention when you speak to me. I recalled you saying that you were going to the library with your mother after supper, but I noticed the two of you walk towards there minutes ago.” He then took her hand and gently placed a kiss on her knuckles. “So, I decided to follow you here and see if there were any good books to read.”

Sumin giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand as she did.

           “Well, I guess I am all yours for the evening. Of course, if my knight is allowed to accompany us.” She said; her eyes shifting from the king to her precious lover.

Seokjin smiled and bowed his head, “If my princess wishes my presence, then I will happily oblige her request.”

Her heart skipped a beat hearing him say such a sentence with nothing but love in his tone of voice.

Ji Yong clenched his jaw, hiding his irritation that her lap dog was going to be with them. Then, out of nowhere, a devious idea popped into his brain. If the knight was going to be a pest, then he might as well return the favor. Ji Yong wasn’t naïve. He knew there was some sort of bond between the princess and the knight. However, he decided to wait it out to make sure that his assumptions were right. If his assumptions were right, then it was time to switch tactics. If Ji Yong wanted to successfully win Sumin’s hand in marriage, then he needed to eliminate the competition. Now, the fun question was— how? For now, he was just going to keep his eye on the knight and study his movements.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sumin noticed Ji Yong’s face gradually close the gap. Her heart tightened as she witnessed a familiar action.

           “Permit me to kiss you, Princess Sumin.” Ji Yong said softly as his eyes flickered towards her lips.

Frozen and unsure what to do, Sumin remained silent.

Taking her silence as a good sign, Ji Yong cupped her cheek and closed the tiny gap between their lips. His lips pressed firmly against hers as he tilted his head to gain a better position.

Seokjin’s eyes widened instantly. He couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach as he was forced to witness the love of his life kiss someone else. His hands unknowingly balled into fists as they began to tremble. This hot feeling surged throughout his body as Seokjin’s breathing grew rapid. He quickly tried to calm his emotions, not wanting to assault the evil king, however, his blind rage was getting the best of him. His heart was breaking with each passing moment of them passionately kissing. Seokjin was living his worst nightmare.

Just as he about to interrupt the “lovers”, Seokjin heard the sound of footsteps coming towards their direction.

           “Daughter, it is time for— oh! I am so sorry. I did not mean to intrude on your private moment with King Ji Yong.” The queen quickly looked away; her cheeks becoming a pinkish tint.

Hearing her mother’s voice caused Sumin to roughly push the bold king away from her. She quickly wiped her poor lips, hoping that the taint would disappear.

           “You were not intruding mother as there was no private moment between the two of us.” Sumin said angrily; her eyes suddenly cold.

Ji Yong snorted softly but quickly bowed his head apologetically.

           “My apologies for offending her royal highness. I did not mean to let my emotions get carried away. Please forgive me, Princess Sumin.” He said with uttermost sincerity in his voice.

Sumin narrowed her eyes at the king; her face still cold as ice.

           “You are forgiven, my lord but please understand me when I say that I can no longer accompany you to the garden after supper. I need some time to myself after this ordeal.” She told him.

Ji Yong raised his head and then nodded, “Of course, my lady. Again, I am sorry for offending you. Excuse me. I am going to change before we dine together.” He turned away to leave.

Sumin stared at his retreating backside until he was no longer in sight. She then directed her eyes towards her knight, who was still seething from what happened prior. She closed her eyes briefly before asking her mother if she could have a word with her knight alone.

Sumin’s mother eyed the two with concern, watching the idea of these to wedded fly further away and away. Jealousy was a scary emotion, and she silently prayed that these two would successfully cross that obstacle.

           “Do not take too long, daughter. The head cook will announce that supper is ready soon.” She told them before bowing her head and turning away to leave.

Now, it was only the two of them in the library. The silence was eating them up alive as neither one of them wanted to be the first one to say something. Neither one of them wanted to accidentally spout something hurtful that it would be too late to take it back. Neither one of them wanted to say goodbye.

Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, Sumin gathered enough courage and looked Seokjin straight in the eye. A small yet warm smile graced her face as she took a step forward, closing the gap between their bodies. Once she was close enough, she placed a loving hand on his cheek and lightly caressed it.

Feeling her warm embrace caused the knight to sigh in content. Just by one action, he felt all the love she had for him, and that eased his worried heart.

He leaned into her touch as he finally returned the gaze he was receiving.

           “Do you love him, Sumin?” He finally asked the question that was plaguing his mind.

Sumin felt the urge to laugh at such a question. The idea of her even remotely liking the invading king was laughable.

           “What? Of course not. Where on Earth did you get such a silly idea?” She smiled sweetly at him.

Seokjin sighed deeply as he gently took her hand off his cheek, but still held it in his hand.

           “I have seen the way you smile and laugh at his words. It is almost the same way you do with me.” He paused, taking yet another deep breath. “I am honestly confused and completely terrified of the idea of you being his wife and not mine.” Seokjin confessed, feeling a tiny weight lift off his heart.

Instead of replying with words, Sumin simply smiled before grabbed his face and pulling him in the most passionate and loving kiss. She poured her entire heart into the kiss, hoping that, once and for all, he will know that it was him that she loved. It was him that she had countless of dreams and fantasies of them being wedded. It was him that she imagined ruling by her side. It was him that had her body and soul under lock and key. It was always him.

Minutes later, she finally pulled away, revealing a smile of content.  Seokjin returned the loving smile as he was grateful that her love for him never wavered. It was just his insecurities getting the best of him.

           “Now, do you believe me, my beloved? I could never love another as much as I love you.” She confessed; her cheeks glowed bright red.

Seokjin pulled into his chest, resting his head on top of hers, “I do. I am extremely sorry for doubting you, Sumin.”

           “It is quite alright, my love. Now, I believe it is time for supper, and I am thinking of announcing to my father that I changed my mind yet again on the idea of us marrying so soon.” She said to him as she interlocked their fingers and proceeded to walk out of the library.

Seokjin couldn’t help but chuckle at her words.

           “You do know that your father is going to grow tired of us going back and forth between marrying as soon as possible and waiting for a year or two.” He added, earning himself a playful glare from his princess.

Sumin mocked his town, “Well, do you want to talk to him and inform him that we changed our mind again?”

Seokjin rubbed his nose against her cheek sweetly and said no.

           “Then do not tease me, my dear knight!” Sumin poked his cheek as the two neared the entrance of the dining room.

Seokjin simply laughed in response, “I would never, my sweet princess.” He then untwined their fingers. “Now, enjoy supper. If you are good princess and tell your father about our decision, then I might visit your chambers this evening.” He whispered the last part in her ear.

Sumin felt a rush of pleasure as soon as he whispered that.

           “Maybe if you are good knight and behave while King Ji Yong is doing his best to antagonize you, then I might let you.” She teased back, smiling alluring at the knight as she walked away.

Seokjin could have sworn he felt his crotch area tightened. The thought of them being alone and intimate in her chambers sent his hormones into a wild frenzy.

Unfortunately, for them, someone else was listening in on their conversation.

           “A midnight rendezvous? We shall see about that, my dear princess.”

A/N: Don’t hate it when you write a villain so evil that you end up hating him and want him to back the fuck off from my main characters...? Yeah... I regret plotting G-Dragon’s character so well that I ended up hating him... OOPS! Anyway, see you guys in the next update!

Don’t forget to leave a like/reblog/comment/send in an ask on your thoughts! I love hearing them! :)

- Kim

[thedevillord-writes]

Kissed By The Baddest Bidder: Rewritten - Chapter Ten

Eisuke x OC

Belong: be the property of.

It was yet another empty morning, waking without Haruka's gentle 'Good morning, Mr. Ichinomiya'. Forcing himself out of bed, Eisuke got ready for the day and headed down to the living room where the rest of the sponsors were already gathering. Seeing their faces first thing in the morning, however, was irritating to Eisuke. Especially since it had been three days starting his day without a good cup of coffee. As he seated himself on the sofa, however, a cup of coffee was presented to him by Baba.

"What's this?"

"Coffee," Baba grinned.

"What in that pea brain of yours made you think I would drink coffee made by you?"

His words were harsh but Baba was used to it. "Huh, would you drink it if I told you Haruka taught me how to make it for you?" Eisuke raised an eyebrow, glancing over to Baba who annoyingly, had a smirk on his face because he knew. He knew, that he had Eisuke hooked just by mentioning her name. "Ah...what a waste of some good coffee. And to think Haruka spent three hours in a small kitchen, sitting right next to me so she could teach me. Her hair smelt so nice, by the way. And her hands are baby soft. She would be so disappointed to know that her beloved Mr. Ichinomiya did not want to drink her coffee."

The rest of the sponsors were having their own fun, watching as Eisuke was failing to resist the urge to have that coffee. It was made personally by Haruka but if Baba was taught by her, it could not differ much. ...Could it?

Lifting his hand to silence Baba, Eisuke finally picked up the cup. He took a sniff first, being cautious, though it smelt alright. Next, he took a small sip. It tasted similar to Haruka's coffee but it was not the same. His brows knitted together into a frown and he put the cup down. "It's disgusting," he stated. "Clearly you need a better teacher." Eisuke knew, however, no matter how many hours Haruka had to put up being in Baba's presence, she would never be able to teach him how to make a cup of coffee that would satisfy him. The reason was simple, because it still would not be coffee made by Haruka.

"Alright, so my coffee might not be up to your standard, but I am pretty sure you would be interested in this information."

Like before, Baba dangled his phone in front of Eisuke. He was sat in his office trying to work then, and even threw his phone in anger. Without a word, Eisuke took the phone from Baba. Instead of pictures, he was looking at a messaging app. Specifically, a conversation between Baba and Haruka. The whole conversation was full of nonsense, mostly just Baba teasing her. But it was the recent conversation they had that interested Eisuke, the one that Baba wanted to show him.

~

Sexiest_PA: Are you making coffee for him like I taught you?

Sexiest_Thief: Don't you worry about Boss, he can survive without your coffeeヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Sexiest_Thief: I'm more worried about you

Sexiest_Thief: Where are you going to work now? (╯︵╰)

Sexiest_PA:  Taka-san offered me a job

Sexiest_Thief: At the host club?

Sexiest_Thief: Are you sure about it? p(╬ Ò ‸ Ó)q

Sexiest_PA:  Work is work. Please make sure to take care of Mr. Ichinomiya. Make him eat and rest.

Sexiest_Thief:  Like I said, don't worry your pretty little head about him

~

"Where is this host club?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Baba smirked.

Standing in front of the club, Eisuke looked down at the address Baba gave him. The club in front of him was nothing like he had expected. What he had in mind was something more...flamboyant. He imagined huge neon lights of the club's name with loud music blasting from the inside and women dressed scandalously dancing outside to attract customers. Instead, there were no scandalous women, no loud music blasting, and definitely no neon lights. Just a simple hand carved wooden sign of the club's name hanging above a door with gentle lighting.

As he walked in, Eisuke looked around immediately for Haruka. The club was laid out in booths and in those booths were men and women sat together in pairs. There was a pathway leading to the back, possibly to private rooms. Waitresses and waiters were walking around, trays in their hands as they served drinks and food. And there she was, wearing a simple white blouse with a tight black skirt, empty glasses on her tray.

Eisuke's body moved on its own upon seeing Haruka but an arm stuck out in front of him, stopping him from going any further while Haruka disappeared into the kitchen. The arm belonged to a man about Eisuke's height, just an inch shorter than him perhaps. He was definitely a host here; Eisuke could tell from his looks. "We usually only get female customers but we welcome all," the man smiled. "Although, a man of your stature, are you really sure you want to be seen here?"

"I'm here for someone."

"I know." They both looked at the same time as the kitchen door swung open and out walked Haruka into the lounge, this time with a tray full of drinks. "I'm Akiyama Takashi. Please come with me, Ichinomiya Eisuke." The man led the way and Eisuke followed after. Although he hated the idea of following someone's order, something in his guts was telling him to follow Takashi. They walked into an empty room and the door was closed behind them. Takashi stood by the window, looking out to the lounge where everybody was. "What are you here for, Ichinomiya Eisuke? To get Haruka back after you dumped her in front of everyone?"

"I'm here to get what is mine. Haruka belongs to me."

"What do you know about Haruka?"

"What don't I know about Haruka?"

"Alright, what about her past? Her family? What she wants in life? Or what she likes to have for breakfast?" As much as Eisuke hated it, he had no answers for the man. He knew nothing of her past, he knew nothing about her family (apart from the two sisters he found out recently). It hurt him even more to admit that he had no idea what Haruka liked for breakfast either. "All Haruka ever wanted was to have a normal life. A normal life for herself and for her sisters. But her life is anything but normal.

"She started working after her mother's death at sixteen, at a maid café, to support herself and her sisters. As soon as she graduated from high school, she looked for a second job and was recommended this place. Most girls who worked here at eighteen are simply looking for a rich man to latch onto. Or hoping for a handsome host to fall in love with. Not Haruka. She took shifts whenever she could, working early in the morning until late at night. All for her sisters. Then she moved on, found a better job. One that would support herself and her sisters, working for you. You have no idea how happy she looked the day she came in to turn in her resignation letter. When I saw her again, I knew working for you was the job for her.

"You said Haruka belongs to you, but you only see her as an item. You never thought about her, try to get to know her. Did you know that she doesn't drink coffee at all? The caffeine gives her a headache. If you're here to get her back because you don't like your toys misplaced, I'd suggest you go home now. Haruka doesn't need someone can't understand what she wants or needs."

Every word that came out from his mouth, Eisuke hated it. So what if he knew nothing about Haruka's past? It was their present and the future that mattered. Haruka never spoke about these matters either, which could only mean that they were not important enough to know about. Not wanting to hear another word from Takashi, Eisuke walked around the host and left the room, walking straight up to Haruka and grabbed her by the elbow.

The woman was surprised, the cocktail glass on her tray toppling over when she pulled her elbow away, her eyes widening at the sight of Eisuke. "You're leaving with me," Eisuke stated, grabbing her hand but once again, Haruka pulled away.

"I'm not going with you," she said.

"What did you just say?"

"I'm not going with you. I'm working."

"You work for me."

"No I don't. Not anymore." She put her tray down, reaching into her pocket and pulled out a cheque to hand to him. "I've been meaning to return this to you. I appreciate the money but I don't need this much. Nor do I deserve it. Or want it."

Looking down at the cheque, anger started boiling in him. Not only did he waste a good ten minutes or so being lectured by a man he never met before, he was being rejected by Haruka and had a cheque he wrote out for her returned. He snatched the small piece of paper from her and ripped it up before throwing the pieces up into the air. "Fine. Don't take it. And keep working this mediocre job that you love so much. Mediocre suits you."

"I'm sorry, I know you probably don't want to be back here but this is probably the best place for drinking. Plus, I get an employee's discount."

With a cocktail in front of her, and Kuroba sat next to her, Haruka never thought that she would be sitting in Tres Spades' bar. Even when she was working with Eisuke, they never visited the bar for some reason. Although he could drink, Eisuke was not much of a drinker. Alcohol consumption was mainly for party purposes. But just like any other place in the hotel, Tres Spades' bar was a beautiful place. Haruka never associated bars with a calm feeling yet being in here, it was so relaxing that she almost forgot this place belonged to Eisuke.

"It's alright. I've never been in here before but it's actually really nice," Haruka smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear as she took another look around.

"So...you and Mr. Ichinomiya...is it really over between you?"

Haruka looked back to Kuroba at his sudden question, temporarily losing her processing skill. "We...it's over," she nodded. "Not his girlfriend, not his personal assistant." Even as she was admitting it herself, her words were like knives to her heart. Not his girlfriend, not his personal assistant. The reality was really settling in now; she was no longer relevant to Eisuke. She thought back to that night, when he came to the host club and told her to leave with him. She could have left that night with him, get back to the life she had been used to for the past three years. Something was stopping her, however. A simple question.

What was she going back as?

Was she to continue as his girlfriend? Or was Eisuke simply coming back to reinstate her position as his personal assistant? She did not know. All she knew was that she did not want to go with him. Not when she did not know what was on Eisuke's mind.

"Have you ever thought that perhaps Mr. Ichinomiya is not the man for you?" Kuroba asked. "That he's not the man who could make you happy." Lately, everyone had been asking if she really dated Eisuke, and if it was really over between them. They were all out of concern for her, Haruka knew, and she had given them all a standard answer. Kuroba, however, was asking something that Haruka was not expecting. "Did you ever think that perhaps...there's someone out there who could make you happy. Always."

"I..." Her voice trailed off as Haruka stared at someone just behind Kuroba. The concierge turned around to see what caught her tongue, surprised to see the owner of the hotel standing right behind him. "Mr. Ichi-" Before she even finished her greeting, Eisuke wrapped his arm around the waist of the woman he came in with, walking off without so much as another look at Haruka. It hurt a lot to be treated this way by Eisuke. She would be arrogant to ever say it out loud but for the three years she worked for him, she was the only one he would ever look at.

"You don't have to make your mind up now," Kuroba said, snapping Haruka back into reality. "I know it's a little impossible for you to instantly forget about a man like Ichinomiya Eisuke but whenever you're ready to move on and let someone else bring you happiness, I will be waiting."

Seeing Haruka with the concierge irked him.

The moment he slipped into the booth, Eisuke let go of the woman who had become too giddy for his liking. He found himself peeking out from the booth, glancing over to the bar where Haruka was sat with Kuroba. He heard everything the other man said, that Eisuke was not the man for her. That he could not make her happy. Who was that man to say those things? How dared he make assumptions about what Eisuke could or could not do for Haruka? What made that man think that he could ever give Haruka happiness?

Though, it clicked with Eisuke.

That man right there, sitting in the stool next to Haruka, he could give her the simple life she wanted. Both of them working a stable job, getting married in some mediocre hotel, have children, and live the rest of their lives not in extravagance but happy with what they have, happy with each other. That was something that Eisuke could never give her. Being with Eisuke would be the equivalent of living her life on the edge. She could get into dangerous situations, she would definitely be harassed by women (even men), and her life would never ever be normal again.

"What are you looking at, Eisuke?" the woman beside him cooed. She pressed her body right up against his, her breasts pushed up on his arm as she tried to take a look. "Why are you looking at that girl? She's got the boobs and maybe the looks but she's nothing special. You shouldn't be looking at another woman when you have me with you, Eisuke." The woman wrapped her arms around Eisuke's neck though he grabbed one of them before she could and pushed the woman away, a little too roughly. "Eisuke?"

"You are nothing special," he stated, getting up from the booth. "Get out of my sight. I don't want to see you ever again."

"All because of that woman? I'm a model, what the hell is she? She's with another man anyway, so why are you so caught up with her?"

The glare Eisuke gave her shut the woman up instantly. Eisuke stepped into the booth, backing the woman against the wall at the end and slammed his hand next to her head as he lowered himself until he was seeing her eye to eye. "You are nothing but a shallow gold digger who will probably end up marrying a man about fifty years older than you because only then would you have a chance of getting any kind of inheritance. That woman sitting over there? She is more than you could ever be in the next ten miserable lives of yours. If I hear another word from you badmouthing Haruka, I'll make sure that your modelling career ends right now and you can kiss goodbye to your chance at marrying rich. Do you understand?"

When she finally nodded, Eisuke pulled away and straightened himself. He looked over to the bar once more but where Haruka and Kuroba sat before, it was now empty. Eisuke took a quick scan of the bar though they were nowhere to be seen. He let out a curse under his breath and glared at the woman who was still glued to the wall, too afraid to move. His mood had been far too ruined for him to even enjoy a drink now so Eisuke decided to leave.

"Don't you think that was a little harsh of you, Boss?"

The bartender called out to him as he was leaving. "What are you doing here, Baba?" Eisuke asked, seeing right through the thief's disguise. He knew, however, the exact reason why Baba was there. For fun. Everything about this was just fun for Baba. It was fun for him to watch Eisuke getting agitated over Haruka. It was fun for him to watch as Eisuke, for the very first time, was losing out. "Have you been spying on me this whole time?"

"As much as I'd love to learn your womanising skills, I wasn't here for you, Boss," Baba smiled. "That was not exactly very gentlemanly of you either so I don't think I should be learning from that. I'm here for your dear Haruka. I heard somewhere that she was going on a date so I thought I should keep an eye on her for you."

"Did I tell you to?"

"No, but..." Baba smirked. "Don't you want Haruka back? Don't you miss her? Someone else is trying to get their hands on your toy. It isn't like you at all to not stop them, Boss."

"Haruka is not my toy."

"Hm? Then what is she?"

"She's...she's my woman."

[pandoralillith]

Winter Lily - Birthday Dance

“Every year on your birthday, you get the chance to start anew”

Title: Birthday Dance Series: Winter Lily Characters: Bucky Barnes, OC Type: Fluff, slight angst A/N: I have been toying with the idea of a mutant/halfling character that I wanted to fit into the MCU universe and possibly create a love interest for Bucky with. This scenario had been plaguing my mind for forever so I decided to write this down. I suppose this would make more sense once I have the origin story written out so it’s clear who Lillith/Pandora is and how she exactly fits into the grand scheme of things. At this moment in time, this “drabble” chapter doesn’t fit in any specific moment of the original timeline, it might be rewritten in the future. Hopefully, you’ll still enjoy this story for what it is right now, feel free to leave your comments or tips if you have any.

At this time, Lillith/Pandora’s confirmed powers are Illusion Manipulation and Erebokinesis, but this might change later.

The glass windows were vibrating to the beat of the music blasting out of the stereo systems, surely they would have shattered if they weren’t build to avoid breaking upon impact after the many, many attacks on the Avengers tower in the heart of New York. The only thing louder than the volume of the music had to be the chattering and laughter of the people who entertained themselves at the party that night. One thing was sure, Tony Stark knew how to throw a party.

Lillith couldn’t remember the last time she actually celebrated her birthday. If she ever celebrated her birthday in the first place. She had been in the hands of HYDRA from a very young age, the organization treated happiness and love like it was some sort of plague and would make it their mission to break you down completely and beat out every bit of happiness out of existence. It was forbidden, in the eyes of HYDRA, there could only be pain and torture. And if her birthdate hadn’t been written down in her project file, she probably wouldn’t even have known that today was her twenty-sixth birthday.

She didn’t want to make a fuss about it, she didn’t hold any value to birthdays seeing as she never had the experience and thus held no meaning. But to her dismay, Natasha made it a point to mention her birthday coming up in casual conversation which gave Tony an excellent excuse to host another Stark-worthy bash, and before she could even protest, the invited had already been sent out.

Most of the guests were no strangers to the Avengers hideout in the first place, the entire team was present, including Thor who stuck around after their last mission to retrieve a stolen artifact from the ‘days of yore’, T’Challa and Shuri who had just returned from Wakanda to supply the team with weapons and uniforms made from Vibranium which Shuri had been working on after analysing what each member needed to enhance their abilities, and surprisingly even Bucky who Steve practically had to drag out of hiding stating that relaxing and having some fun would do him some good.

Then there were the people whom she didn’t recognize, some of them were former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents as Natasha had informed her, others were people Tony just knew and had invited because - well, Tony likes to throw big parties with loads of people around so he could boast about anything and everything.

The entire night, Lillith decided to stick around the people she knew and felt comfortable with. Mostly Wanda - who felt as much as a fish out of the water as she did - or Natasha, striking up casual conversations with Shuri and ignoring Tony’s overly excited cheers whenever she was in the neighborhood. As much as she appreciated his attempts at making her feel special on this day, she felt awkward being the center of attention. It didn’t help that Natasha and Pepper had convinced her into a beaded and lace halter top dress, the top snug fitting black with a flowing white and tulle skirt attached to it. If it were up to her she probably would have shown up in comfortable jeans or sweats and a simple shirt. But seeing as this was a party - and she was the center of said party - she had to dress up.

After losing her friends in the crowd, Lillith made her retreat to the side of the room, a familiar figure catching her eye on the balcony.  Sliding through the dancing and drinking guests, she made her way to the slide doors and was immediately greeted with the soft, cool evening breeze pushing her curled mahogany locks. Another good thing about those shatter-proof windows was the fact that they contained most of the sound from inside the party, which made the balcony a perfect refuge for people searching a bit of peace and quiet.

“Well, well, well, Mister Barnes,” She spoke as she slowly approached the brooding man with arms crossed, as he slowly turned his head back to glance upon hearing his name. A playful smile danced on her lips. “Who knew you would clean up so nicely.”

A soft, amused chuckle rolled down his throat as he smiled back at her. “Look who’s talking, doll.” He teased back, letting his orbs of blue trace over her appearance for a moment as she looked about as awkward as he felt in her new outfit. “Nice dress.”

“Admittedly not my style, but I guess I pull off the girly look-” A soft giggle danced along her words as she ran one of her hands over the fabric of the skirt. She stopped next to him and leaned forward against the cool metal bars of the balustrade as her gaze traveled to the city lights below.

“So how do you feel, birthday gal?”  He turned his gaze back to the view himself, enjoying the silence compared to the craziness from inside. Parties were a lot different nowadays than what he had been used to, both in terms of music, clothes, and activities. It was a lot to take in, not necessarily in a bad way. It was just different.

“Not much different than usual, really...” She grinned thoughtfully before glancing his way with a mischievous look in her eyes. “I couldn’t possibly say I feel old in the presence of two dinosaurs and an ancient God, right?” She couldn’t help but snicker at the reaction the super soldier gave her, his eyebrows raised almost in a sense of surprise as he placed his hand on his chest to feign insult.

“Low blow, doll,” He gasped playfully, though she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just as much amused as she was. “Has no one ever told you to respect your elders?” She couldn’t suppress the laughter she was holding and broke down in a fit, shaking her head at his comment. Bucky watched her with a widened smile, almost fascinated at how cheerful and amused the young woman was at their playful banter.

He had gotten used to her sarcastic comments over the period of time they knew each other and worked together. But he had never seen the young girl genuinely smile or hear her laugh so carelessly as she did at the moment, which was a good thing. The two of them came from similar situations - both ripped out of their own environment, captured, tortured and abused by the hands of HYDRA. Both with just one mission implanted in their brains and both fearing to feel so much as a sliver of positivity or hope since those emotions were punishable by such intense torture, you’d wish you were dead instead. Seeing her genuinely happy was a nice change of pace and actually granted him with the same sense of happiness just by watching her.

“So tell me,” She continued after calming down from her laughing fit, the smile never leaving her lips. “Are you just standing out here by yourself because being mysterious, dark and brooding is your schtick?” Arching a brow curiously, she rested her emerald gaze on his facial features, he still had his scruff which she assumed was just part of his aesthetic at this point, there were a still a couple of faint scars visible on his face, but he seemed a lot less tense than she was used to seeing.

“It’s not my kind of party,” He casually shrugged it off. After all the things he had been through, all the rush and stress and violence and chaos, he had learned to enjoy and admire those precious moments of silence. He also wasn’t exactly a fan of Tony’s ego-fest which this party turned into.

“Mine neither...” She hummed thoughtfully in agreement, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she turned back to the view in front of her. “I always thought birthdays would include cake and balloons and presents-- this is just loud music and alcohol...” Scrunching her nose at her own words, a sad chuckle rolled down her throat at the depressing thought that people her age were living for those kinds of parties, hangover was their middle name. She enjoyed music and a drink from time to time, but she couldn’t imagine herself wasting all her free time living that kind of life.  “How obvious is my lack of childhood?”  

“Cheer up doll, cake and balloons are overrated, anyway,” Bucky replied, glancing down at the young woman’s facial expression with a melancholy smile. Collectively, both of them had been in captivity for about the same time if you only counted the years he was out of cryo-state and doing their bidding as the Winter Soldier. But he had been in his twenties when the whole deal started, while she had spent her life under their grasp. “But who said anything about no presents?”

As she rested her head on her arms in slight defeat, still leaning against the balustrade, she once more turned her gaze to the taller and muscular man next to her. Her eyebrow quirked up at the constant sound of the way he addressed her as doll, something she knew was a sweet nickname back in the ‘40s and she had to admit it had a fun ring to it. “What? Are you going to tie a bow around your head and sing me a birthday song?”

The man chuckled, shaking his head in reply as he let his left hand slide into his pocket, “You didn’t hear it from me, I overheard Steve talking about a gift they prepared at the end of the night but--” He paused for a moment, pulling out a small little box that was neatly wrapped with a little blue ribbon which he held out towards her. She perked up at the sight of the little box, staring at it with big emerald orbs filled with curiosity. “Maybe this can keep your spirit up for the time being.”

She accepted the box with both arms, still staring down feeling almost speechless. She hadn’t expected any gifts from anyone, but she had to admit that Bucky was one of the last people she would have expected anything from. Not that he seemed like an unkind person, since teaming up with the former assassin and getting to know him personally, as well as listening to Steve’s stories of back in the day, he seemed like a kindhearted man with the typical Brooklyn charm and guts. No doubt he had the personality and the manners to woo any young woman, but something as trivial as a teammate’s birthday was something she didn’t expect him to consider nor would she have been upset if he hadn’t.

“I gave you more than just a box, ya know!” He grinned, tapping his metal index finger onto the top of the box as she continued staring at it, speechless. “Open it.”

She nodded silently, carefully unwrapping the bow and taking off the lid to reveal a stunning and elegantly small silver chain necklace, to which a charm was attached. It was a simple silver crescent moon from which a star-shaped jewel was dangling down, the gem itself had an interesting colorful shine; a gradient of black, blue, pink and purple, it almost looked like a mini-universe. “Wow… Bucky...”

“I read about something called the Pandora’s Cluster and all the telescope pictures showed a pattern of those colors…” He tried to explain the odd colored gem that decorated the charm, he actually did his research on her alias and the first thing he came across was Abell 2744, also known as the Pandora’s Cluster. There were several pictures of the galaxy with an array of colors but the most prominent was the mix of black, blue and pink that came together in almost a shade of purple. He came across a small shop that custom-made jewelry and eventually found a charm that would work well with the theme he was going for, something that truly reminded him for her for as long as he had known her. He didn’t even know why he was putting so much effort and attention into the gift, he just felt like he had to for some reason. “Almost like a natural beauty that shines through all the chaos...”

“It’s beautiful, I don’t know what else to say...” She almost whispered, a strange wave of emotions washing over her as she continued to look at the piece of jewelry in her hands. She had never been gifted anything, much less anything as thoughtful and meaningful as this necklace. Her emerald orbs lifted to meet his gaze, a gentle smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “Will you help me put it on?”

“Sure thing, doll...” He nodded, taking the box back from her and lifting the silver necklace out as she turned around and brushed her hair aside. She caught herself smiling as she felt the cool silver charm touch her skin, waiting for him to clip the necklace before turning around.

Gently touching the charm with her fingers, she looked up at the taller super soldier and flashed him a wide smile. “Thank you, Bucky, I love it.”

“Not a bad pick for a brooding dinosaur, right?” He tossed in with a cheeky grin, giving the smaller female a playful nudge as he did.

“Who knew the Winter Soldier could be so sentimental?” She grinned, playing with the necklace in her hands as she leaned against the balustrade once more and released a long and content sigh. “So what did parties look like in your day?”

“Not that much different,” He shrugged thoughtfully as he tried to reminisce. “Everything that comes to mind when you think of the 1940’s, I suppose.” The way parties were hosted and attended didn’t much differ from the way they were now in the sense that all that was hip and happening would take place. The alcohol was different and not consumed as an activity but rather just added to the sociability. The clothes were more modest and people who wanted to show off wore their army uniforms decorated with medals and other rewards. The term class would definitely come to mind. It would be a cliché to say times were easier and more modest, but they were.

Lillith watched his expression change from amused to rather pensive and hesitated for a moment before daring to ask. “Do you miss it?”

“I mean, of course, I do...” He answered honestly, looking at her with a melancholy smile. As much as he was getting used to the world he woke up in and was basically forced to live in, he did miss home. His Brooklyn, his friends, his life when it was so much simpler, back when he wasn’t known as the Winter Soldier. He was glad that he had Steve by his side at least, his best friend with whom he shared the same experience of feeling lost in a world years beyond his time, his last reminder of the person he used to be. “But it’s useless to stay stuck on the past. I know I can’t go back so I just have to focus on a new life.”

There was a bittersweet truth about his words. There was no way to go back in time, much less change the past for their own sake. Lillith understood this, the lives they were living today were the result of the past, and for better or for worse they had to deal with the hand they were given. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t reminisce once in a while.

“Bucky… ” She finally spoke up, her gaze fixated on the stars above them. He looked up at her with a curious expression as she continued. “Do you trust me?”

“Do I--?” His darkened eyebrows knitted in a frown, not really understanding why trust suddenly became an issue or a part of their mindless conversation. “What do you mean?”

“Did I stutter?” She couldn’t help but sass him, turning her attention to the frowning man, her lips curling into a coy smile as she waited for his answer. Rolling her eyes slightly impatiently as he hesitated with his answer, she reached out and grabbed his arm, tugging him along. “Just come with me.”

Bucky still wasn’t quite sure what she meant when she questioned his trust, but reluctantly followed after her as she dragged him back inside. But instead of joining the other partygoers, they continued to the elevator and got inside. Without explaining her plans, Lillith told Friday to take them to the roof to which she obediently complied. She was humming a peaceful tune as the elevator took them to the top floor in no time and pulled Bucky with her as she walked out to the quiet and empty rooftop of the building. You could hardly hear the music from a few floors below them, the clearest sound was that of the wind softly pushing past them as it traveled through the clear dark sky.

Lillith let go of his hand and took a few steps forward, taking in a long, deep breath before turning around to look at him. “Don’t think too much… Do you trust me?”

Trust in his line of work - and with his history - was definitely a sensitive subject. He never knew who he could and couldn’t trust, betrayal was lurking behind every corner. The only person he blindly trusted was Steve because they shared the promise to stick by each other until the end of the line. He had grown comfortable around some of Steve’s friends,  maybe because he found himself relating to the young woman so his gut feeling answered. “I suppose I have no reason not to, do I?”

“Good enough!” She grinned, somewhat content with that answer as she approached him again. Staring up at the taller male, he could see a playfulness in her eyes. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“You said you trusted me, didn’t you?”

“Technically, I said I had no reason not to trust you… ” He corrected her matter of factly, though his words danced on a teasing tone, watching as her brows knitted in a slightly annoyed frown. “Calm down doll, I’m just playing with you.” She playfully hit his shoulder in as he let out a soft, rumbling chuckle before closing his eyes to comply.

“Now relax…” She hummed softly, raising her hands up as black swirls started to dance around fingers. His expression tensed slightly and she could tell he was ready to open his eyes but she continued. “Think back to the 1940’s, imagine being at a party...” He wanted to ask why but she merely hushed him, closing her own eyes as he channeled her powers into his mind at a slow and careful pace, falling into his memory as she felt his mind drifting away.

Bucky wasn’t sure what she was planning but intended on giving her the benefit of the doubt. He could feel soft stings entering his brain, almost like a tickling sensation which he almost immediately linked to her using her powers, considering how close she stood to him. He was very wary of people messing with his mind or memories after the trauma he went through as HYDRA wiped him after every mission. But again, for some reason, his gut trusted her enough to watch what happened. Thus, as she asked him to think back to one of the parties of his time. The last time he remembered was the celebration of Steve’s heroic deed as Captain America, but it was a good example of a great party and he remembered how elated and relaxed he had felt back then. A sense of nostalgia washed over his senses as he could almost vividly picture the decorations of the venue, the sound of the music ringing through his ears as a familiar scent of perfume and cigars ran through his nostrils. It was almost like he was back.

“Lillith?” He finally spoke up after what felt like a good few minutes in silence, deciding to open his eyes to see what kind of prank he had gotten himself into by blindly following her lead.

He had expected to see her standing in front of him on the rooftop of the Avengers building, but instead, he found himself in the exact venue he had just been imagining. Decorations that were very clearly from the 40’s, the familiar scent of perfume and cigars, the hustle and bustle of the people who came to party, dressed in their best outfits. The sound of jazz trumpets filling the room. It was so vivid, so real, Bucky had no idea what was going on. Glancing down at himself, his outfit was replaced by his own army uniform he remembered wearing at that particular event, complete with medals. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the length of his hair, those it was slicked back into a bun instead.

“Look at you, Mr. Barnes,” A familiar voice mused behind him, his gaze snapping around to the familiar young woman who had approached him with a sly smile on her lips. He had to blink twice to realize it was Lillith, fittingly dressed in a marine blue halter top cocktail dress as most women wore during that period of time, her hair fluffed and curled aside. She looked like she stepped right out of the era. “Looking pretty fly for an old guy.”

“How did you do this?” Bucky genuinely wondered, his eyes once more traveling around the room. It was all so real, too real like nothing had ever happened. “Is this... Is this real?”

“As real as your memory can make it,” She stepped closer to him, almost proud of what she had accomplished. While Wanda was able to alter people’s minds or give them vivid visions, Lillith was able to recreate memories and make them come to life based on how well her target focused on it. It was one of the things that had to be completely voluntarily for it to succeed and even then was a risky task. She only accomplished such a feat a few times, all of which under the influence of her captors. But never had she managed to create a situation so vividly as she had now, maybe because Bucky was almost longing for this memory. “You may not be able to go back permanently, but at least I can help you go back and enjoy yourself for a moment.”

“You are truly amazing, you know that?” His lips parted in the most genuinely happy smile she had ever seen, not a hint of sadness or awkwardness in his eyes. She could truly see how relieved he felt being able to relive a moment in time where he felt at home and she was thankful that she was able to give him that.

“Tell me about it, sugar,” He quirked a brow at her nickname, a playful grin tugging at the sides of his lips as she merely laughed at his reaction. “It was either that or sweet cheeks.”

“Sugar works fine,” Another amused chuckle rolled down his throat, truly enjoying this playfulness between them and the fact that she seemed to fully emerge herself in his era, as he held up his hand in offering. “Care to join me for a dance?”

Lillith glanced down at the hand he held out to her, noting that both of his hands were still made of flesh. It somehow surprised her that he was still able to picture himself in this setting without his hand, but it made sense since his memory took place long before he lost his arm and disappeared.

It wasn’t until he followed her gaze that Bucky figured that the Vibranium arm had disappeared as if he never lost it in the first place. He stared at his left hand, almost admiring it in a sense, before she drew his attention back as she placed her hand in his. The touch of her skin on his felt so surreal, something he had not felt for a very long time and had almost forgotten while her soft touch tickled his own. He met her emerald stare and subconsciously mimicked her soft smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Lillith was surprised how much of - what she assumed was - the real Bucky shone through as he lead her onto the dance floor. The way his blue orbs almost seemed to bury through her own emerald gaze and into her soul, his face carrying a soft yet crooked smile that showcased part of his charm. He seemed confident and at ease, right in his element. She was glad this part of his humanity hadn’t been destroyed by HYDRA’s tight regime, this was exactly the type of person she had imagined after hearing Steve’s stories. She was entranced with his expressions as they moved to the music, a slow song coming on as if on cue. Lillith wasn’t the type to dance, but she naturally let herself go with the flow and back in the day it was more than natural for men to take the lead in any dance.

Bucky was thankful to be able to relive a moment he longed for all this time, though the sense of disappointment still lingered at the thought that this was just temporary, it was exactly what he needed after all he had been through. She seemed to fit right into his world, the style complimenting her features and beauty in a way he had never considered before. Aside from their joint experience as weapons of HYDRA and their fight for redemption while protecting the Earth, all he knew about the young woman was that she was sassy and stubborn and - quite literally - out of this world. But the more he fought with her, spoke to her, spent time with her, the fonder he grew of her in a way he never imagined he was able since waking up out of his time. She had given her a priceless gift, however, and felt at ease being in her presence.

It was interesting how a simple dance could become so intimate, but both former assassins kept eye contact through the entire slow dance. Hands tightly held together, his other hand carefully resting on the small of his back as her hand was placed on his right shoulder. Both expressions peaceful and softened, communicating without words. It could have been an impulse of circumstance, but as they continued swaying to the music, Bucky slowly leaned in closer towards her. He hesitated and unexpectedly felt his heart race at the urge that crossed his mind. She hadn’t flinched or moved or reacted as he inched closer, she merely continued to look at him with that soft smile, her cheeks coloring a soft shade of pink. Making up his mind, he closed the distance between them and carefully pressed his lips against hers. She didn’t seem to fight it, instead, she leaned into the kiss and returned it to both their surprises. She could feel her cheeks flushing, burning as she returned the kiss and almost admired the sensation of his lips against hers, his scruff tickling her sensitive skin but she didn’t seem to mind.

For a brief moment, the two stayed connected in the kiss, her head was reeling with the sensation as their surroundings quickly fading in and out of existence like some sort of glitch in a holograph. Breaking the kiss, Bucky quickly glanced around with his brows knitted in a worried frown as the venue faded in and out of view again in just a brief second before pulling them back to the 1940’s, “What the hell was that?”

Lillith took a deep breath, it was only now that she realized how everything around her felt like it was spinning at a rapid pace, her vision slowly blurring as a soft thud was pounding in the back of her head. Keeping the mirage going took a lot of concentration and energy, but as her attention was drawn to the moment the two were having, she slowly lost her grasp on her creation and hadn’t realized how much it was actually draining her. “Sorry…” the apology almost slurred out of her mouth as it took every drop of energy just to speak. “I think my mind slipped out of it.” 

His eyes dropped to her face, still carrying the worried frown. Her face was flushed from color, even the soft shade on her cheeks had disappeared, the paleness even reaching her otherwise warm colored lips with an alarming sight “You don’t have to keep this up, it’s hurting you.” She shook her head stubbornly, not wanting to ruin this moment of happiness she managed to give him, but he insisted. “It was fun while it lasted, baby doll, but I think it’s time to go back.” Carefully brushing a stubborn curled strand of hair behind her ear, he could have sworn he saw her lips curl up into a slight pout.

“N-no, I can still...” Her voice sounded both tired and disappointed as her sentence got caught off, closing her eyes for a moment as she was unable to keep her grasp on the temporary reality she created and collapsed onto the ground. 

Bucky felt a shock in place, a jerking sensation like the rude awakening after falling in a dream, and in a blink of an eye the entire venue disappeared, the scent disappeared and the music died out, finding himself back in the darkness on top of the roof. The disappointment he had anticipated earlier washed over him for only a brief moment, releasing a content sigh before his focus was drawn to the young woman slumped in front of him. He immediately kneeled down in front of her, carefully brushing some strands of her hair out of her face. “Are you okay?”

She lied in reply, nodding her head carefully as she tried to ignore the throbbing in her head. The world behind her closed eyelids was still spinning beyond her control, a scary feeling which she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Her entire body was shaking, aching as though screaming at her for starving herself from energy. She felt her mind grow fuzzy and wander off, longing to give into the fatigue.

“Lillith, stay with me...” His voice subtly cracked with concern as he noticed how her breathing became more shallow and her arms, upon which she had rested the weight of her upper body to try and keep her somewhat upright, were faltering. “Hey. Hey! Look at me!” His voice broke through the haze in her mind as she felt his strong arms supporting her shoulders, the touch of his Vibranium hand cooling against her almost burning skin, shaking her softly to try and regain her attention. “Open your eyes, baby doll. Look at me.”

She continued to fight the urge to give into the screaming fatigue and pounding sensation in the back of her head. Bucky’s commanding voice growing louder and louder as she slowly snapped out of her dizzy spell and peeled her eyes open. He gently placed his fleshed hand underneath her chin and forced her to gaze up to meet with his, finding herself almost drowning in the intensity of his steel blue stare, which only hardened at the alarming sight that her gaze had grown distant. As she focused on him and him alone, the pounding in her head slowly drifted away and the world seemed like it stopped spinning at an abnormal pace, regaining her balance once more as her heartbeat slowly but surely steadied. “There she is...” He offered her a careful smile amidst his worry as he noticed her focus returning, her body stopped shaking in his grip. There was a sense of guilt that continued to grow within him, he never asked her to use her powers to such an extent but neither did he stop her and part of him felt responsible for the state she was in. “You’re with me, right?”

“Yeah...” Her voice sounded weak, almost like a whisper as she felt her energy slowly dripping back, “I’m sorry I ruined the moment...”

“Hey... We don’t need the past to have a moment...” He softly chuckled in an attempt to make her feel at ease once again. The moment they shared was special, it might not have happened ever if she hadn’t sent them back into his memory, he wasn’t even sure what the moment meant in the first place since it all happened so suddenly. Not that he regretted it and it was comforting that she reciprocated. “Are you okay? Think you can stand up?”

She swallowed harshly, mustering up the confidence before nodding, reaching up for his hand to support her as she carefully got back to her feet. The blood in her head rushed down, obscuring her vision as she struggled to keep her balance when a strong hand rested on the small of her back to keep her steady. “Talk about a rush...” She muttered, her eyes traveling up to meet his. 

His blue orbs moved over the soft features of her face, the color in her cheeks had yet to return but her skin was considerably less pale as it was just a moment ago, hints of the stray tears still lingering on her lashes as her expression still screamed exhaustion. And even in that state, she looked beautiful to him. Like he had described the cluster of stars that shared her name, he found a sense of beauty in chaos. “You keep surprising me, doll.”

“Do I?” Her eyebrow quirked up as her lips curled up into a playful grin. She wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was referring to but he took it with jest anyway. “There’s a lot more where that came from, sugar.” A teasing hum rolled down her throat as she continued to look at him, the sheer happiness that radiated from his expression made her heart leap in a way she never imagined to be capable. Bucky deserved a break, he deserved a piece of happiness and she was glad to be the one that could grant him that much. It surprised her how much she was drawn to him in what seemed to be an innocent exchange, it was a sensation she hadn’t experienced before, and the sudden kiss was just the last piece of the surprisingly amusing and soothing puzzle.

Her posture was alluring, the coy tone of her voice drawing him in once more as their eyes connected as they did before. She had immersed herself into a seductive person that knew exactly how to speak to his instincts. The kiss on the dance floor was an almost careless move he made that reminded him of the heartthrob antics he used to partake in. His senses were overcome with a feeling of enlightenment as he had not a single care in the world, or so it felt. And here she stood - back in their present day, recovering from a gift so precious to him that he forgot it affected her like a curse. Her emerald gaze burning through his own, connecting with him in a way he feared he would never be able to again. There was something about her that fascinated him, drawing out the Brooklyn charmer he thought was long gone. It felt nice not being treated like a weapon or a monster, it was comforting to connect with a person who truly understood him. He wanted to make the first move but she was just one step ahead, already leaning in to press her soft lips against his.

Lillith surprised herself at how quick she gave into the attraction that flooded her senses and took over her better judgment. It felt like a second nature to approach the tall and brooding man whose eyes for once were filled with a sliver of hope. She had never experienced this sensation, it frightened her because it was so unknown, but even more so because it felt so right at the same time. She realized the man before her, whose lips were rough but somehow seemed to comfortably fit onto her own, hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary of how people often treated each other. He was kind to her when he wanted to, curt with her when he needed to, but most importantly he gave her a sense of worth that she so desperately longed for. She had been weaponized, plagued by her past and her destiny. Cursed by her origin and unable to escape no matter how desperate - no hand could end the torture she had to bear every second she was awake. And then there was Bucky, a man with an equally complicated past and an unsure future, who treated her like any other human being and on this very evening - despite the fact that it should have been her special day - made her feel home and at ease in a situation where she felt like nothing more but a fish out of water.

Bucky gently pressed his hand against the small of her back, pushing her closer to his own body as they deepened the kiss, sending a chill down her spine. Parting their lips, their tongues intertwined in a playful dance as she carefully reached her hand up and rested it on his cheek. Again, her head was reeling but in a positive kind of way as he stole her breath away. The rugged, brooding man caressed her with such ease and kindness that one would forget how dangerous and violent he once was. It was a perfectly blissful moment that neither wanted to break, but the need to breathe reminded them that all good things would come to an end.

She slowly pulled back, smiling against his lips before completely breaking away. Eyes closed, she let the feeling linger for another moment before releasing a slow breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her eyelids fluttered open, meeting with his warm blue gaze which colored her cheeks with another shade of pink. He smiled down on her as the same sensation had filled his heart and rushed through his veins, at this moment it was just the two of them connecting, their longing for a normal life fulfilled by the other. But another feeling lingered in the back of her mind, one that she had encountered before, one she often tried not to give into. It was an ominous feeling that almost slapped her in the face as a sort of reality check, there was a reason why she never experienced true happiness or joy - because that very sensation was often followed by something terrible.

“What’s on your mind, baby doll?” The way her expression changed so suddenly naturally didn’t go unnoticed, a frown now forming above his wondrous blue eyes. He was worried she was going to collapse on him again, dealing with the aftermath of using her powers.

She released a long sigh, stepping away from him with a guilty aftertaste. She wasn’t sure how to explain her troubles since it didn’t make any sense at this point. There was no captor that would tase her, stab her, shoot her, sedate her or torture at any moment if she were to give into the warmth that had trickled into her heart. There was nothing that would stop her from finally experiencing what normal people would, without fearing the outcome. Sure, this mutual attraction was strange, new and very exciting, it was unknown territory for the young woman who believed all her life that she was nothing but a monster.

“Did I do something wrong?” When it came to courting or romance, Bucky was just an innocent soul who meant to harm but to love unconditionally. After all he’d been through, it was something he longed for the most. He wasn’t sure if love was the proper way to describe the events between them, but he was certain that there was chemistry that he was very willing to explore and experiment with. But at least he had some experience, he had fallen in love before - or at least experienced infatuation. “I’m sorry if I--”

She snapped around almost immediately, her eyes widened as she vigorously shook her head at his implications. Bucky had done nothing wrong, there was nothing he could do wrong when all they did was kiss and she had initiated the second one. “No! No, no, no! It’s not you, it’s me!” Her nose scrunched up as the words were ringing in her own mind, realizing the only times she heard those words in movies was when they were uttered nearing a break-up. “Wait! I mean… I-I love this, this- whatever this is,” She nearly stuttered, waving her hands almost frantically, an exasperated sigh rolling off her lips at her own inability to explain herself. She didn’t want to label whatever it was that drew them together, because she honestly had no clue what to label it as. “It’s just... Every time I inch closer to that feeling of happiness, bad things happen… And that scares me...”

Bucky watched the girl wave about her arms in frustration as she tried to explain what was on her mind, an adoring smile creeping up on his lips as he understood her perfectly. “You don’t have to worry,” He assured her with a calm voice, taking careful steps towards her as he took her slowly chilling hands into his own. “I promise you, nothing bad will happen. You’re safe - we’re safe. An as for us...” The playfulness returned to his voice as he gave her hands a soft squeeze, toying with the thought of there being an us to refer to in the first place. “We are in no rush.”

She pressed her lips together, wanting nothing more than to believe his words. She wanted to explore being happy, she wanted to explore what was brewing between the two of them, she just wanted to be sure that nothing was going to happen that could jeopardize this experience - that could hurt him. “James Buchanan Barnes, brooding dinosaur and part-time poet.” She managed to rekindle her sassy demeanor as she took note of the cute little rhyme to his words, it was unrelated but managed to lift the mood.

A loving laugh rolled down his throat at her comment, shaking his head, closing the distance between them once more. “Shut up, birthday gal.”

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Ghost of you, 11/?

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 11/?.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).

Synopsis: "I was a simple neurologist working for the great Maxence Spitz. This man is certainly a clever one. The cleverest of us all. I admire him; this is no secret to anyone, and working for him is a great honour."

A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while. I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it. I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.

“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.” - T.S. Eliot.

CHAPTER 11:

Seventh day of October. Day 1751 since the infection. Tegan Smith video log. Lot of things have happened since the last time I recorded something here. New results have fallen. New specimens have been delivered. Even the hierarchy here has changed. I was a simple neurologist working for the great Maxence Spitz. This man is certainly a clever one. The cleverest of us all. I admire him; this is no secret to anyone, and working for him is a great honour. He treats me better than my old boss who was constantly belittling me and giving me tasks that didn’t fit my abilities. Maxence let all my competences come out and exploited them the right way. His team is family to me and for someone who has grown up in an orphanage, that’s something really important. I fit in this team, in this family, and they accept me for who I am and never make any mean remarks but actually explain what I’ve done wrong and show me how to fix it. I’m evolving in the right way this time. Every step I take is a new progress to me. Well, until Maxence went out for this mission. I can honestly say that I hate the person who forced him out of his lab to go on the field. Catching a living specimen… It really was a stupid idea and a suicide mission. Only someone who didn’t know about the reality of things outside could ask for such a stupid thing. It could only go wrong and it did. It was a real disaster. Some would say that it could have gone worse than it did. Only three men are down on the ten that were on this mission. One death, two infections. To me, it’s a huge mistake to have sent them outside. Event if it was for a good cause, finding that damn cure, what we’ve lost isn’t worth what we’ve gained. Our leader, my mentor, Maxence Spitz, has been infected when a nightwalker bit his neck. Xavier died protecting him from a possible slaughter and Allegro… Allegro kept Maxence safe until they could come back here. Maxence has turned into a complete nightwalker. He has come back here in a crate and was transferred in a cage immediately after they arrived here. Allegro is infected though he has no symptom. He was transferred anyway. This obviously caused a huge mess in the hierarchy of our lab. We didn’t have a boss anymore and the chief of our security teams is down too. New leaders needed to be named. Maxence had picked his favourites before leaving. Wise man. That’s what I was thinking before I heard that I was now the leader of this team. Me, out of other people like Jack or Rose or Clara who deserved it more than me. Jack thinks that’s because Maxence had seen something special in me. I’m wondering what it is honestly. I’m perfectly aware that I wasn’t born a leader. I have the feeling that all my decisions are wrong. Was it a good idea to name Rory captain of all the security members? To have created that small cell working on Maxence? I’ve always been afraid of failing and right now, it’s worse than ever despite the support I have from the very same team I’ve created. Especially from Jack who is a better ally than I thought he would be with his changing mind and his extravagant personality. He clearly knows his limits. Rose worries me a lot too. We can’t deny that it’s her husband we’re working on and it’s seriously affecting her. We can’t pretend that we don’t see that she’s not okay but she’s kinda avoiding us so we won’t force her to talk about what is weighting her heart and ours. We can’t say that she doesn’t do her job properly because it would be wrong. She’s doing it more than right but she’s taking inconsiderate risks by always be around Maxence. We still don’t know how the virus gets from one person to another. If there’s any problem, we would lose another brilliant mind and this team would be lost. However, this proximity they share is also a good point for us. She was first to notice that Maxence wasn’t like any of the other nightwalkers, that he still had that part of humanity inside him. After further researches, Jack, Clara and I had come to the same conclusions. His DNA isn’t totally corrupted and his blood and brain are partly working like they used to before the infection but his primary needs like water and food and sleep are off. That’s what is making the nightwalkers aggressive and stupid. We had to sedate him to get clear scans of his brain. He was refusing to stay still even after we’ve tied him down which made him rather furious. He already was when we’ve put him in the crate to carry him to the scan room. It hadn’t been easy to catch him at all. He absolutely refused to come to us and had put as much distance as he could between him and us. He was avoiding us and when he felt cornered, he attacked. No one was harmed thankfully but we all were the witness of his intelligence. He ran straight to the palm reader. We haven’t thought of forbidding him the access because we never thought he would actually do something so clever in his condition. Zach was quick to lock the airlock thankfully. That’s a mistake we won’t do ever again. It could have had such disastrous consequences for us all. We were luck enough on that one. We may not have a second chance if we mess up once again. The sedative has had some interesting effects on his system. The humanity, what’s left of it in him, is increased by the sleep. I’ve noticed it on the scans before and after the sedative. Rose had noticed that his eyes were slightly losing their black colour. The original colour of his irises was showing up. It disappeared with the last effects of the sedative. I’ve seen that Rose recorded another entry in her video logs, an entry where she gives details about his vital signs while he was sedated. They weren’t normal but they weren’t very abnormal either. They were in-between but it’s a good sign for us. If we can ‘force’ his brain to feel the primary needs again, it could maybe reverse the process. It’s not gonna be an easy task obviously but we already fixed his sight today. We have forgotten that Maxence was short-sighted with all of that. It didn’t get better with the noctiagus but we gave him his glasses back and he looked better with them on. As if it had really changed something for him. We’ll see the results in the near future. I won’t post this video on the public interface. It’s more like an entry to my diary than an actual scientific report and it’s better if no one sees it. I just needed to vent and it’s done. End of the talk. Tegan sniffled and wiped his nose with a paper tissue. He was being emotional again. He hated being like this. He took a deep breath in to try and release the tension from his shoulders. This promotion was hard to live and he was restlessly wondering if he was doing things right. It even kept him from sleeping. He was exhausted but just couldn’t sleep. Not like Maxence who didn’t feel the need to sleep. Tegan rubbed his face and met the stubble growing there. He hadn’t shaved in days. They would all look wild if they didn’t have time to take care of themselves. They probably wouldn’t take the risk to shave Maxence. It would be giving him a weapon and it was dangerous to let something like a blade in his hands. Who knew what he would do with it? He was compelled to live with the growing beard on his face. Tegan smiled sadly at the memory coming up to his mind. He was remembering the first time he had met Maxence. A day he would never forget. Back then, he was working in the NINE, one of the most famous labs of this country. NINE stood for National Institute of Neurological Engineering. At first sight, you would say he was on his field but if you looked closer, he clearly wasn’t. His job there was only to keep his eyes on a screen and read lines of codes that weren’t related to neurology. He had learnt how to decipher those data and to report whenever there was a problem in a technology he could only dream of using.

– Flashback –

Tegan was leaning in his chair, bored. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of this screen in hours and there was nothing to report. This machine was working too well and it was burning his eyes to stare at the screen. He was having a hell of a headache once again. He had developed a tendency to violent migraines with this job. Even the meds he was taking couldn’t relieve him and he didn’t have the time to go and see a doctor. If he was absent for one second, they would fire him and he couldn’t lose this job even if they were treating him miserably and barely paying him. That’s the only thing he had at the moment and he didn’t want to lose the small flat he was renting. He rubbed his eyes and face as if it was gonna take his pain away. He hadn’t shaved in days and the hairs growing there were itching. It was the least of his troubles though. He had the feeling that someone was hammering nails right behind his eyes. How could he work correctly in such a condition? He glanced at the screen. Still no sign of a flaw in the codes. He grabbed the scientific magazine he had bought in the morning. With all of that, he hadn’t had the time to even open it. He had bought it because there was an article about Maxence Spitz’ new project and works. The man himself had a picture on the front. In a small frame on the side, but still. He admired this man and what he had done so far in scientific community. He was the greatest genius of this era. His colleagues here were mocking him, pretending that he wanted to be in a relationship with Maxence. It wasn’t like he would refuse if the man wanted to have a one-night affair but he knew that Maxence Spitz was straight and married with another genius of this planet. Anyway, for Tegan, Maxence would be the scientist who would change the whole world with his discoveries. He was so clever he could find a cure to the biggest and most lethal diseases this planet could count. And there were a lot of them. He put the magazine aside when he heard a knock on the door. It was rare to have someone knocking on his door. Not because he didn’t have many visits – the developers were maybe afraid that he would screw their precious codes up and were always checking – but because no one thought necessary to show him a bit of respect by knocking on his door while he was working. Sometimes, he was locking it just to be in peace and he was being yelled at for this but they weren’t sacking him for this. It wasn’t big enough of a mistake. Today was one of these days. He sighed and got up. He unlocked the door, opened it… and stumbled backward at the person standing before him. He thankfully managed to grab the side of the door to keep on his feet but the man before him was divided between a worried and a bemused face. “Are you alright?” Tegan would have recognised that northern accent anywhere. He had gone to lots of conferences just to hear the theories of its owner. Maxence Spitz. Doctor Maxence Spitz was standing before him. “Y-Yeah,” stuttered Tegan. “You surprised me. Didn’t expect you to be behind that door. Not many people knock around here.” “They should. Surprising a scientist while they’re working could be dangerous.” “I’m afraid I’m not doing anything that dangerous.” “That’s why I’m here. Can I come in?” “Sure.” Tegan let go of the door and gestured to Maxence to come in. He was slightly shorter than Tegan thought he was but he was compensating with his presence. This man certainly knew how to impose himself. Tegan offered him his desk chair and sat on an old wobbly stool. He was nervous and he had to stick his hand between his knees so it wouldn’t show. Maxence took his time to glance around him and his eyes fell on the magazine. He grabbed it and smiled. “They begged me for this interview,” he chuckled, opening the magazine to the page he was. “I honestly hate being the centre of attention. My wife thought it would be a good idea though. Like wearing this awful tie.” He played with it for a moment. He hated ties as much as he hated suits but Rose had forced him to wear one for this interview. He wasn’t very comfortable in those clothes and it was clear. Tegan moved nervously on his stool. He was wearing the same tie. He cleared his throat . Maxence looked up at him and his face showed how embarrassed he was. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that it was awful. It’s just that I’m not a suit and tie man. I’d rather wear a t-shirt and jeans. But it’s not professional.” Tegan was surprised to see that the man he admired was someone so normal. Someone like him in the end. It was quite funny to witness but if he didn’t get back to work, he would be in troubles. “Don’t you mind me interrupting you but… you said you were here for professional reasons… implying me?” “Oh… yes! Yes, absolutely! Like I’ve said to these reporters, I’m working on a new project, which is still confidential, and I’m looking for my own team members. It appears that you’re the best neurologist in the area. I’ve come here to poach you. Your director doesn’t know the chance he has to have someone as talented as you since he’s not using your potential the right way.” Maxence pointed to the lines of codes still flashing up on the computer screen. Not a job for a neurologist. “You can have me. Right now. I take the job.” Working for him would be a big honour and Tegan would make sure to never disappoint him if he was taken in his team. Maxence chuckled at Tegan’s eagerness and serious. He definitely was motivated for the job. “Your contract is ready on my desk. I’ve just come here to let your director know he was gonna lose an important member of his lab and to meet you personally.” Tegan was so surprised to be hired so easily without any job interview or tests that he would have fallen if he wasn’t sat. Maxence stood up and stretched his body. He gave a smile to Tegan and held a hand out to him. The neurologist shook it absently. He was too shocked by the situation. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. 8, in my office. No obligation to wear a suit or to be clean-shaved, unless you like it.” Tegan acquiesced. It was like a dream come true. He had a new job. A new job with a boss treating him decently. A new job where he would do what he loved. And all of this was thanks to Maxence Spitz. God must have heard his prayers.

– Fin –

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Camden McCarson was an old grumpy Scottish man. It was the description he was making of himself of course. He would rather think that he had attack eyebrows because the world was doing everything to make him cross. It wouldn’t come to his mind that he was just a bitter paranoid man who had suffered from so many ordeals in his life that he preferred being as pessimistic as possible and making mean comments whenever people were getting on his nerves. He was always on the move, always travelling as far from home as he could. To the question what was he looking for, he replied that he would know when he would have found it. So far, he couldn’t say he had found anything that was fitting his expectations. He still couldn’t put words on what he was looking for but the adventures his job was creating was enough to make him forget. He was making money by finding stuff and people that seemed to have disappeared from Earth. Once, he was working on a rather tricky case that had led him in the middle of Chiswick – something about a sat nav who had been stolen from the army, a sat nav full of secret information. That was the day he met Donna Noble. This red-haired woman had burst out in his life like a fury because he supposedly had collided with her car. It had appeared – after she was done yelling at him and hitting him – that they were working on the same case. Him, because he had been hired for it. Her, because she was bored in her life and had heard of this very important sat nav lost in nature. The medias had heard the rumours of this disappearance and it was all over the television and newspapers. Everyone was looking for a person to blame and the medias were worsening the situation. Of course Camden’s bosses had already tried to reach him but he hadn’t taken the calls. He wasn’t the one who had leaked the information and he certainly wasn’t gonna let anyone yell at him for something he hadn’t done. He would rather be sacked than being accused of something. His bosses knew better than to sack him though. He was their best element and he could be insubordinate and impolite and grumpy as much as he wanted because they wouldn’t take the risk of losing someone like him. So, when he had brought Donna to them asking for her to be his sidekick – ‘I’m no one sidekick!’ had she barked at him – because she was really good – not better than him but close enough – they had hesitated only the time to hear their final report on the matter they had worked on together. She had been hired based on those results. Camden wasn’t an easy man to work with but he had quickly learnt that Donna was no woman to be led around by the nose. She would rather have a go at him than accept his orders. They were always bickering on how to do some things but their work was done right and that was what mattered the most in the end. Plus, Donna knew she was indispensable to the man. She had taken him out of the loneliness he was burying himself into and she was often checking on him and taking him out of his office whenever he was locking himself in there for days just looking for a new interesting case, waiting for his boss to call him for a new inquiry. He reminded her a lot of Sherlock Holmes when he was like this. But mister Holmes was far from being as good and clever and arrogant as Camden McCarson could be. His office wasn’t what Donna had expected either. She was imagining him more in an old room with ancient furniture, libraries full of books and secrets, and maybe some painting portraits of past family members on the wall. His name seemed to have some nobility in it after all, but if it had any, Camden McCarson didn’t care at all about it. He was living his own life with his own rules and no one could change that. His office was surprisingly modern, all in stainless steel and blue and orange neon lights. He indeed had libraries full of ancient books and it was fitting strangely well in the middle of this office. There were two tables with four computers on them and flat screens hung on the wall just above. The computers were analysing the deep and dark web and the screens were silently displaying the news from all around the world. The best way to find good news to use. To complete it all, there was a huge desk in the bottom of the room. It was facing the door and turning its back to the large window although the owner of the place loved turning around to catch the spectacle of the sky when the sun was either rising or going down the horizon. He could also spend nights looking at the stars through the lens of the telescope set by the window. Camden McCarson certainly was a man full of knowledges and a great collector of weird objects that didn’t make sense to the beginner she was. She had learnt that asking questions could sometimes give answers. As long as she wasn’t asking about the woman that was on the picture he kept on his desk. He never replied to this question but she had often seen him lost in his thoughts while he had his eyes on this photography. When she stepped in his office that day, he was leaning in his chair, his feet crossed on his desk, his hands folded behind his head. A smile grew on the corner of his lips when he saw her. It was night outside but thankfully, he had offered her a room in the gigantic manor he was living in so she hadn’t had to go through the dangerous streets to meet him when he had called her at over 4am. Which was making rather moody to be honest. She hated being woken up by the mad man. “Don’t you ever sleep?” she grumbled. She had taken the time to pull on some clothes before coming. He would never seen her in her pyjamas. He was already being an arse with her normal clothes so if she did show herself to him in pyjamas, he would either choose to ignore them or make a comment that would infuriate her. Better not take that chance. “Barely.” “Yeah, I’ve noticed that.” To be honest, she had never seen him sleep. Whenever she was seeing him, he was up to something and he never seemed tired. But once again, it was a question he never really answered to whenever she dared asking him why he would stay up all the time. “What is so urgent that requires me to be up in the middle of the night?” “We have a new case.” “You’ve finally found something worth your talent?” “Someone sent me an email from London.” “There are survivors somewhere in the capital.” “Seems like it. Listen to this.” He brought his laptop closer to him and started reading the mail he had left opened. “Mister and Miss McCarson…” “Hm,” disapproved Donna. “I know, as if we could ever be married or even related.” “Oi, watch it old man!” Camden preferred ignoring the remark and not raising it. Their clients were always thinking that they were related in some way because of their ‘similar personalities’. They must be really blind to think such a thing of them. They were barely friends so to think they were relatives or married… “My name is Tegan Smith and I’m working at the London Centre of Researches for Contagious Diseases. As you might know, there is a virus spreading in the world and all the labs around the world have been requisitioned to find a cure against it. I can’t say more through this mail as our mission has to remain a secret to the people who aren’t working on this case. However, my colleague, the doctor Jack Harkness, has found something that needs to be examined by a professional detective. He highly recommended your services. Would you agree to a meeting with the doctor Jack Harkness and myself in the days to come in our lab? Please, let me know your answer quickly. Patiently waiting for your reply. T.S.” “This guy sounds like a newbie promoted to the head of his team by these dark times.” “What surprises me the most is that I know Jack very well and I also know he’s been working for one of the most brilliant minds this world can count.” “And that mind isn’t Tegan Smith.” “Oh, no. That’s why I wondered what happened to the real boss of this place.” “So, you wanna go just to see what he’s up to?” Camden put his computer aside and uncrossed his legs. He put them down and bent forward in his chair, leaning his head on one hand. He gave Donna another smirk. This was one of the reasons, yes. Maxence Spitz was a very interesting man and Camden couldn’t resist fighting another brilliant mind. He liked challenges and this looked like one. “We don’t have much work lately, don’t you agree?” “I’m not surprised at all since the world is coming to an end. Do you ever watch your own screens?” She pointed her thumb on the screens displaying the news from all around the world. Different channels but the news was the same: the virus was spreading, there were less and less survivors, less and less hope to find a cure. Some were even saying that the end of the world had come like the Mayas predicted millions of years ago. How many times the end of the world had been announced over the decades? It would be astonishing to have one being true in the end. “So, are we taking this case?” “We are.” “I’m preparing our luggage.” Donna quickly left the room. She wasn’t reassured by the fact they would have to travel through Scotland and England to reach that lab requiring their help but she guessed that security means would be established for them to travel safely. Especially since the situation had gone so critical in the last few days. To the doctor Tegan Smith’s attention: My associate, Donna Noble, and myself have examined your request and concluded that we were accepting the case you’re offering us. We can be there tomorrow. We leave to you all the organisation of the security means to guarantee our safety until we reach your lab. Cordially, McCarson & associates. The mail was sent and now, Camden was too thrilled to even find sleep. This mission was a real opportunity for Donna and himself. They better not screw it all up. So, while Donna was taking care of their luggage – more hers than his since she wasn’t his dogsbody – he made sure they would have a flight for London with his personal jet. No need to take risks and travel in public planes. They had to get to London quickly and discreetly and he hoped that Tegan Smith would make sure their security was guaranteed or it would cost him a lot…

To be continued...

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So she had been promoted into their private team. It was no surprise to Rose. Adam had been on the field, so had Allegro and Emily and Kyle. With the events of the last few days, they would need a psychological help. They only had doctor Amy Burnley. She hadn’t been hired by Maxence but that didn’t mean she wasn’t good. Rose just wasn’t into therapists. She had seen a lot of them after what had happened to her over fifteen years ago. They wanted to help her they had said but none of them was able to do so. Only Maxence had been able to and now that he wasn’t there anymore, she had no one to protect her against her demons.

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Flux

General OC in the same world as some of my and my friend's kinsonas

Her species infects the brain of other species, appearing as a sort of ghost or hallucination until they mature enough to become physical, bursting out of the host's body and killing them in the process. They usally give their host immense bloodlust and taste for raw meat. [mmm flux hungy feed her tasty prion diseases]

On that note, the most lame and cringefail of her entire species. She's supposed to get her host to kill and stuff like that, but she mostly just annoys and makes fun of him.

TBN

General OC, worldhopper.

Shapeshifts whenever it goes into a new world to match the appearance of the creator-inserts or gods of that universe. [e.g. would look like the annoying dog in Undertale/Deltarune, would look similar to the Dev Gnomes in everhood, etc.]

It chooses a different name for itself in every universe it goes into. [It's called Showtime in my JJK AU that has it, and Usurper when I put it into a Digimon world, for example]

Any world it enters immediately splits off into a different timeline with its arrival, and that timeline dies/disappears as soon as it loses interest and leaves.

It's fiction-aware, and totally chill with that - mostly because, considering it's my sona and thus an extension of me, it's pretty much in control of the narrative. If it were to ever lose that control, it would likely become incredibly paranoid and anxious.

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For YOUR EYES ONLY. Understand?? Because I MIGHT delete it after you read. OR, I might lock the page and you’ll be the only one with access.

This be my OC because it fucking bothered me that ALL THESE OCs ARE WHITE. So, sue me. LOL 

Being the daughter of Hades was never easy for Hazel as she felt a constant need to prove herself. Beyond the fact that the only reason her name is Hazel is because the Ruler of the Underworld, himself, was so mesmerized by her pristine hazel eyes that he thought it would be the perfect name. It was partially because of that, that she was so determined to prove that she was worthy of being Goddess of the Underworld and that she was nothing like her father. One out of two didn't seem like a bad deal as Hazel would start to realize, at a very young age that she was very much her father's daughter. Not only had she inherited most of his abilities, but she inherited his ruthless temper and a few of his most famous personality traits. Despite being unable to use most of her true abilities, thanks in part to the magical barrier surrounding the Isle, Hazel found other ways to prove her worth. Although, she didn't see herself as evil or a villain. Not to say that she was nice, by any means. But, she liked to see herself as being in the Undecided category, which would leave room to maybe pursue the good act down the road. Gotta keep my options open, as she'd often refer to that particular decision.

At the very young age of eight, Hazel took an interest in sword fighting to fill her time. While most of the other kids were studying and trying to become the spitting images of their parents, Hazel was honing her skill. She was very competitive, but she was also a graceful and calm fighter. Rarely did she let her emotions drive her sword, which easily intimidated a lot of the other kids. Among the Isle inhabitants, most of them feared her for the fact that no one could beat her. Try as they might, she remained undefeated. But, there was one boy who was determined to beat her in combat.

Harry Hook, son of the Captain Hook, took a shine to trying just that. But, his interest in Hazel only came from the goddess' irrational loathing towards him. Since they were mere children, even though she was just a few months older than he was, Hazel was never shy about how she felt towards the hook-handed, pirate boy. To everyone else, she either seemed unpleasant or perpetually irritated. But, to Harry Hook, she was determined to keep the boy as far away from her as possible. Going as far as to hiss in his direction whenever she'd felt his presence near her. Of all the inhabitants, Harry was the only person who seemed to drive the girl to the point of rage that the blue streaks in her hair would ignite at the sight of him.

Though, nobody ever really knew or understood why she had such a reaction to him. As far as the rumors would go, some speculated that he'd pulled a prank on her in school; and Hazel being Hazel, instead of snitching on the boy, she held a grudge over it. Other rumors assumed her hatred of the boy was as irrational as a bull seeing the red of his coat and becoming enraged enough to lock horns. But, among those rumors were the ones that actively lead Hazel in pursuit of her hatred for the pirate. The inhabitants started to assume she was simply jealous of the other Villain Kids as they'd all had something that would undoubtedly link them to their parents.

Mal had her mother's eyes and her spellbook. Evie had her mother's weird obsession with hearts, mirrors and castles. She would argue Evie's obsession with being a princess, but immediately chalked it up to the obsession having more to do with money than the Prince or King that would come with it. Uma had her mother's necklace. Gil had his father's brains and brawn. And Harry. Harry was almost the spitting image of Captain Hook with his red coat, his tricorn hat and the hook he carried around. In truth, it made Hazel laugh at how hard they all tried to be like their parents. She didn't need any of the excesses of her father. She had her own flare with a simple black, leather outfit with knee-high boots to complete her look. Sure, she had the blue, fiery streaks in her hair; that she'd tried a gazillion times to have dyed away. But, thanks to Harry Hook, her rage would burn right through the dye. Every. Single. Time.

But, this didn't matter to Harry as he often found solace in provoking Hazel. Over the years, they'd met each other numerous times in combat, Hazel managed to win each and every one. This lead to part of the reason the inhabitants feared Harry as well, as he was the only one who wasn't afraid to fight her. Despite him constantly losing to her due to his reckless ways. Most of the time, no words were ever needed as they'd clash swords on sight. The two had fought so often that the inhabitants would either clear the area entirely or they'd watch from the shadows. Harry and Hazel's rivalry was notorious throughout the Isle of the Lost as neither of them was afraid to spill blood from the other.

On this particular day, Harry was simply making his rounds before he first spotted the familiar, cat-like leather suit that was only donned by Hazel. Then, his piercing eyes traveled up her figure to lock on the streaks of blue in her hair. She hadn't yet sensed him near and Harry took that opportunity to stroll up beside her. She was standing at a cart in the marketplace, perusing the fruit, which were either spoiled or bruised and picking the bruised ones was enough to irritate her immensely. Her hand grazed a cantaloupe as an arm snaked over her shoulders and in the corner of her eye, she recognized the hook before she recognized the arm it belonged to.

"How's my favorite little goddess, eh?" Harry, being Harry, saw the beginnings of embers igniting in Hazel's hair as she let out a warning growl. That hadn't stopped him from cooing right into her ear. "Awwww... Don't be like that, lass. Once more with feelin'."

Before he could relish in her discomfort, Hazel growled out at him again. "Get the fuck away from me, Harry." With her words, she shoved her elbow into his ribs, making him step back. But, it wasn't enough that he'd release her. Today, Harry was feeling especially in the mood to annoy the fiery goddess.

Uma who'd been standing not far away called out to him. "Harry! Do you really have to do this? Every time?" To which, he tossed a maniacal grin her way and tipped his hat to her.

Turning his attention back to his nemesis, he continued to murmur to her as if he were whispering sweet nothings. "Uma's right, ya'know? We don't have to have a go at it every time we meet. By now, I thought ye'd have warmed to me. Ye don't call me Hook anymore."

Hazel, finally turned and locked her eyes with his that were heavily outlined in black liner. Half the time, it made him look deranged and it made it easier for her to gauge which mood he was in. She was seething and Harry was eating it up. She dropped the cantaloupe she'd been inspecting back into the cart before sending a harder elbow into his ribs, this time making him release her as she drew her sword right under his chin. In the distance, they could hear Uma and a couple others muttering about them going at it again while the previously quiet street suddenly became filled with chatter.

"I told you to get the fuck away from me. You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were either hard of hearing or you're seriously looking to get your ass kicked. Again."

Harry simply smiled as he pressed the base of his neck against her sword. It was a tactic he always went for with her, just to see if she was truly as pissed as she always came off. Seeing as she never took the opportunity to slice at him, he always figured she couldn't hate him all that much. "Come on, lassie. Ye'd threaten to cut open a man who isn't even armed?"

Hazel scoffed as her gaze dropped to his hook and she twitched an eyebrow up at him. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of threatening an unarmed man. But, you on the other hand? You get special treatment." As she said this, she made a swipe with her free hand with intentions of knocking his hook from his grasp. Though, she knew it wouldn't work as he always has a death grip on the damn thing. She never understood what it was about it that made it so special. To another point, it's how she always won their battles. This time, she figured she'd get the obvious out of the way. Only this time, Harry was prepared for it as he spun around, unsheathing his own sword and swiping it at her.

He let out a sickeningly cackled Oopsies as he managed to slice a few tips of her hair with his blade and she knew it the second it happened. Letting out a wild growl as she glanced down at the fallen strands, to her, that was all it took to bring them to an all out war in the market area.

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Swords clashing and clanging along the street, Hazel managed a boot to Harry's sternum that nearly knocked him off his feet as he swiped at her with his hook. Nearly catching her and nicking her cheek, the once calm, combatant Hazel almost lost her shit. But, she hid it behind a smile at his efforts.

"Oooooh. Looks like someone's been practicing. Tired of getting beaten every time, Hook?!" She glared at him with a prideful gleam in her eyes as her last naming him took him slightly off guard, at least long enough to kick his sword from his hand. As Harry made a dive for it, Hazel managed to meet him before he could take it and kicked it out of his reach. Only to then catch him with a booted heel to his chest. For the time being, Hazel had Harry right where she wanted him. With his only available weapon being his hook, he pulled up a good fight against her.

"Awwww... Hazel, ye sound rather disappointed. Surely, ye 'aven't thought I would always be easily beaten. Did ye? Or are ye losing yer touch?" His smirk was as wicked as the quickness of his tongue as he made another swipe with his hook.

Drawing back with her sword, Hazel attempted to send a backwards jab to his smug jaw as she quipped back. "Meh. No matter if I'm losing my touch or not. You're cocky and you think because you can keep up with your hook that you have me on the ropes." She made a swipe at his abdomen, which he dodged only to harshly butt his forearm into her ribs.

When she let out a pained grunt at the sudden rush of pain, he laughed before cooing at her. "Doesn't feel so nice now, does it, lassie? Ye'll 'ave to do a little better than that to best me now." His words caused her to seeth even more and he took advantage of her enraged roars. He lead her sword without her even realizing it as he swiftly spun and swiped his hook at her. Catching the lapel of her jacket, Harry managed to mangle the leather material just a bit as he let out a fake, surprised gasp followed by a sinister chuckle.

Still, Hazel didn't take her eyes off him. She knew full well that he was aware of where his sword laid and she wasn't about to let him get to it. And as if he could hear her thoughts, he sent a boot her way, that caught the side of her knee and knocked her off kilter to one knee; forcing her back to turn on him. Instead of going for his sword, he swiped at the back of her jacket just as she was pulling herself up and the move was brutal enough to mangle the rest of the material to ruins. He swung his hook as if his own life depended on it and if it weren't for Hazel's leather jacket, the damage would have definitely been far worse. Thankfully for Hazel, he hadn't caught her back as she'd felt just how brutal the gash would be.

At realizing her jacket was now ruined, Hazel let out a angered, warrior's screech as she flipped from her calm, combative style to one much more dangerous. "You. Are gonna pay for that, asshole!"

Harry simply snickered at her as she came towards him. He was ready and the training he'd been killing himself and the pirate crew with was finally paying off. Never had he gotten this far with the skilled goddess and he was determined not to let pride overshadow his own skill. Now, Hazel was intent on drawing blood from the hook-handed pirate. She thrusted a boot at him, which he dodged, but she was ready for it as she landed a hard elbow into his gut before raising it and landing another to his jaw as the move forced him forward. Just as he almost doubled over into her, she managed to get a kick to the back of his leg that would effectively take him down a few pegs.

She growled out as she stared down at him with rage-filled eyes. Harry, somehow found the sight to be hilarious and bursted into a fit of maniacal cackling. "Is that all you've got, darlin'?"

At that moment, Hazel did the one thing she never did in a fight. She stopped and shrugged the tattered leather material off, revealing her gray tank top. All it took was for her gaze to drop, giving Harry just enough time to make a break for his sword. Though, she tried to stop him again, it was too late and the second she got to him, he'd brought both his sword and his hook up in a defensive move. The dark-haired girl was thrown off guard as Harry was able to get the upper hand in the fight. As she'd done to him before, he raised a boot and sent a vicious kick into the center of her sternum; not only knocking her on her ass, but momentarily knocking the wind out of her.

Harry didn't feel as much pride in the move as much as he did in realizing he'd finally beaten his greatest challenge. She was down and he stepped towards her. Stooping down next to her, he nicked her sword as he stared down at her. Both of them breathing heavily, he laughed at the sight while waving her sword above her. "I would say this counts... as a victory, yeah? Now, if ye'd like yer sword back ye know where I can be found. I can't wait to continue this little squabble!" Reaching over, he patted Hazel's head before pulling himself up to his feet. Glancing around, he hadn't even been aware of the large crowd that formed to watch their battle. The onlookers were oddly quiet and Harry took it as they were mourning his opponent's loss to him.

But, it didn't matter now. He pushed his way through the crowd with intentions of going onto their ship and into his room. Uma, however, stared at her first mate in both wonder and pride as he passed her on his way. He wouldn't admit that on the inside, he was dancing. Hell, he was practically doing a can-can. But, on the outside, you'd swear he just had the battle of his life. The only thing was, Harry knew this fight wasn't over. He also knew that when Hazel was back on her feet, she'd be on an absolute warpath with intentions of serving his head up on a platter at the Chip Shoppe. Thus, he would wait her out in his room. It was only a matter of time before she'd come looking for him.

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It wasn't long before Hazel was already catching her breath and pulling herself up out of the dirt to dust herself off. Though, she was out of it, she'd heard every word Harry uttered to her. And as she picked herself up, she was monumentally pissed. A moment passed by where the dark-haired girl considered making him wait. She thought making him sweat it out as she wouldn't show up would serve to piss him off. She relished in that thought, but she remembered he had her sword. Her lips twitched with anger as she gazed around at the crowd of faces.

'What the hell are you all looking at? Don't you have jobs to get to?" Baring her teeth at them, more out of pain than anything, she hissed at them all. Abruptly, the crowd started to disassemble as she stalked her way towards Uma, still unmoved from her spot. Uma was also feared among the Isle, but the only other person who wasn't afraid of her was Hazel. In a truth she would never admit, Hazel was quite fond of the sea witch. Staring the teal-braided girl in the eyes, her rage sounded like gravel in her voice. "Where is he!?"

"Hazel, maybe you need to take a breath. Chill." Uma, had a duty to her first mate. She would protect him at all costs as he would for her. Even as she wanted to in this second, Harry had already thrown out the bait. He wanted to be sought out and though the sea witch was protective of Harry, she knew he wouldn't take too kindly to her thwarting his plans. Whatever those were at this time. With a solid roll of her eyes, Uma jutted her chin along the path the hook-handed pirate walked only moments ago. Hazel said nothing, but pushed passed her. There was one of two places the pirate could be and her gut feeling told her it wasn't Ursula's Fish & Chips. So, she made her way to their pirate ship while yelling along the way.

"Har...ry! I'm gonna find you. And I'm gonna gut you with your own damn hook! Do you hear me?!" She made her way onto the ship, finding it odd that their crewmen let her through with the fit of rage and hollering she was doing. She assumed Harry put them all on notice to let her and she found herself cackling maniacally at the thought. She was going to find him and when she would, it wasn't going to be pretty. She passed through the barracks and banged on each door as she continuously shouted Harry's name. All ranging from Harry to Hook. And all the way down to You Hook-Handed Raccoon. By the time she got to that one, she found the only door that had a familiar tricorn hanging from its handle. Even she would recognize that hat anywhere and knew she'd found him. With the butt of her fist, she pounded against the door.

"Open the door, Harry! I want my sword!"

One set of pounding knocks. Two sets of pounding knocks. Three sets of pounding knocks later.

The door finally creaked open and Hazel didn't take a second to ball up her fist and send a hard-handed punch to the pirate's chin. Letting out a pained grunt, Harry stumbled back in surprise, though he wasn't sure why he would be. She shouted like a banshee all the way down here. In truth, it was exactly what he'd wanted. Hazel then pulled back to send another blow to his face, but the element of surprise was broken and he grabbed her fist, pulled her into the room and slapped a manacle around her wrist. Then, did the same with the other as she attempted to double up and sock him with it. Maneuvering to kick the door closed behind her, Harry pushed her against it as he raised her chained wrists above her head; holding her there.

Harry's face came not even an inch away from Hazel's as he stared deep into her. Both, once again breathing heavily, rage leaked from her gaze to his as he wedged a knee between her legs. He wasn't about to give her the room to send a knee to his precious jewels. But, it took a few moments of staring into his oddly calm, blue eyes before Hazel snapped out of the surprise and tried wriggling out of his grasp.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Hook?! Let me go!" Hazel tried wriggling her chained wrists from him, but the pirate was simply stronger than her in this regard as he leered at her.

"Not until we've had a little chat." Glancing upwards, Harry used his span of reach to hang the chain of the manacles up on a hook-like peg that seemed to be freshly installed at the top of his door. This forced Hazel off the backs of her boot heels and prevented her from being able to get herself free. Though she tried like hell, Harry was very instrumental in using her short height against her. He had her right where he wanted her as he grazed his fingertips down along her outstretched arms.

"Are you fucking insane? What could we possibly have to talk about? Just give me my damn sword and let me go!" Her intention was to shout her words loud enough so that anyone would hear and come to break up whatever Harry had planned for her. Using her leather-clad hips, she tried to nudge him away from her, to which he didn't budge an inch.

His gaze was filled a creepy eeriness as he grazed his nose along her cheekbone and muttered. "I've heard worse. I assume ye'd know this by now." He couldn't help himself as he chuckled in her ear. However, Hazel wanted no part of this. What the hell is he playing at?

"Why do ye dislike me so much?" His voice was soft against her skin as the most confused expression crossed her face and she found herself squirming in an attempt to get away. Though, she knew that wouldn't be happening.

"You seriously chained me to your door to ask me why I hate you?" Hazel rolled her eyes and just as Harry caught the motion, he simply nodded as if whatever would come out of her mouth would either make or break his resolve. "Gee, why the fuck do you think I hate you, Harry? Come on. I'll give you three great guesses."

"Mm...No." He simply groaned out his response as he brushed his lips along her jawline before pushing his face into her neck. To say that Hazel was beyond confused was a vast understatement. But, she vividly felt his lips part before closing around her skin. Hazel's eyes widened and Harry suckled the spot as if they hadn't just tried to kill each other just minutes ago.

Shaking her head, Hazel tried to keep her equilibrium as she honestly didn't know what to make of all this. "Wh-What the hell are you doing, Hook? Get off me!" To this, he only shook his head against her.

"Not until ye tell me why." He'd released the patch of skin he worked on just to mutter and blow against the spot, sending strings of goosebumps to run along the goddess' body. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation and she was completely dumbfounded by this as she attempted to squirm again.

"Harry, you can't do this! This is wrong!" Her eyes widened more as she couldn't believe the words left her lips. More to the point of what she was insinuating.

Harry only chuckled at her before pressing feather-light kisses against her skin while cooing in his accent that suddenly had her squirming for different reasons. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. No... This is manipulation." His hands moved torturously slow down the length of her arms and down her sides as he reached around her to grab her ass through her leather.

The blue streaks in Hazel's hair began to come alive, but not for the same reasons as she'd had before when it came to Harry Hook. She squirmed and tried, hard, to keep her wits about her. She'd even tried convincing herself she wouldn't let his tactics get to her. "What is the damn difference right now? You've chained me to your door; even though I came here to kick your ass and get my sword back. And, might I add, you're holding me against my will."

He could tell she was trying to sound annoyed, even angry and the thought teased him more than she would know. But, he abruptly pulled his lips from her neck and moved them to the shell of her ear before his voice poured in. "Would ye prefer I stop?"

Hazel's heart pounded in her chest as her legs trembled. But, every reason she could come up with for him to stop evaporated from her mind as soon as they'd make an appearance. She feverishly bit into her bottom lip as Harry slyly slid the tip of his tongue along the edge of her ear and she adamantly shook her head. He chuckled as he moved his eyes back to hers. "Tell me, lass. I want to hear ye say the words. Would ye prefer I stop?"

"No. Nooo. Don't stop." Her words fell in a tremor from her lips as her gaze locked with his. She couldn't fucking believe this. Her nerves were bundling and doing backflips in her stomach all because of Harry Hook; and the most disturbing part of this development is that she wanted him to keep going. In truth, she was wound as tight as the leather and hands, belonging to her pirate nemesis, that currently hugged her ass.

Harry let out a laugh as he searched the want in her hazel eyes. "So, ye prefer bein' manipulated like this? Shall I continue?"

"Yessss." Her voice fell in a wanton whisper as she found herself gripping at the chains she'd almost forgotten about until Harry took it upon himself to drop to his knees in front of her. He would first lift one of her leather boots before untying its laces and pulling it off, then he'd repeat the process with the other. Her gaze locked on his as she pulled against her restraints. FUCK. The sight of him knelt before her made her nerves sing louder and a fierce need would settle in the pit of her stomach. As he set her other boot aside, he added his many rings and his gloves before shrugging off his red leather coat and proceeding to gripping the band of her leather tights and peeling them down her long, slim legs.

He took a moment to sit back on his haunches and gazed up at her. One would think it was the sight of Hazel's black, lace panties that set him off, but no. It was the simple fact they were nearly drenched and it was by far the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed.

"Do ye have any idea how beautiful ye are?" Harry sighed as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He saw how surprising this all was for Hazel, but it was equally surprising for him as well. When he'd gotten the idea for the manacles, he had only planned to confront her about why she's hated him all these years. His only intention was to get her to talk to him without trying to murder him. Never in a million years had Harry thought he'd find either of them in the position they were currently in. Him on his knees as if he were worshipping at her feet and Hazel nearly bare in front of him as if she was an exquisite painting that he was hiding from the Isle.

Their eyes caught as if they held a silent conversation and he leaned in to trail nibbling bites up along one of her legs, only to repeat the same attention to the other. The second time, he didn't stop until he met the apex of her thighs. He tugged at her lace with his teeth as he let out a low, animalistic groan just to feel her shudder from it. Then, he took the lace material in his fingers before swiftly sliding her panties down her legs. He discreetly pocketed them with a sly grin to the restrained goddess and she managed to nudge him with her knee.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, Hook, but you are not keeping those."

"Well, I beg to differ, lassie. Tell me what I'd like to know and I might consider it." Harry flashed the dirtiest grin up at her as he trailed his fingertips back up the length of her leg. Clicking his tongue as he admired the softness of her skin, Harry lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder at the knee, bringing his lips closer to furthering his manipulation tactic. Hazel's mouth fell open at the sight of this only to squirm and tug at her restraints. This pushed Harry's buttons as he continued. Flicking his tongue at her, while feeling every quiver that currently ran through her, he leaned in to flick his tongue along her swelling clit. Hazel let out a sharp moan as her grip tightened around the chain.

Harry thought about teasing her to the brink without actually diving in, but his pants were tightening and becoming more constricting than he anticipated. Hazel's wanton moans drove him mad and he yearned to hear more. Thus, he slid the tip of his tongue through her drenched folds as he intently gazed up at her; watching her carefully. Hazel moaned out and shook the chain connecting her wrists and keeping her upright against the door. This only made Harry work more as he tasted her divine sweetness and began to vigorously spell his name through her folds. He chuckled against her wetness as he circled his o's around her clit and suckled the nub; effectively pulling a mangled, moaned cuss from her.

"Ohhhh. That feels...so...fucking good. Please...don't...you dare...stop." The girl drew her head back against the door as her eyes locked on the ceiling above them. An ocean of trembles scoured down her spine as he sucked her clit more and she couldn't help moaning out as he allowed her slick folds to graze through his teeth. She licked her lips as if it were a mimicking motion of the pirate's tongue exploring her sensitive clit. Her legs quivered for more and Harry let out a sickening chuckle as he lifted her other leg onto his shoulder. This drove the girl insane as she moaned and cried out into the air that seemed to be filling with heat.

"Say it. Say my name." Harry murmured against her skin as he traced his tongue around her opening, he ate her like she was his last meal; nearly pushing the girl's eyes to the back of her head.

But, she was quick to comeback, though her words were barely a whisper. "Isn't that Uma's thing?"

He shook his head, which added to the sensations he was driving through her core. "You're distractin' yerself. Aren't ye?" As he asked this, he raised his hand just under his tonguing action and slide two fingers into her. This made Hazel buck her hips wildly against his mouth, actually thankful he gave her legs a rest. All the while fighting the scream that built in the back of her throat.

But, that didn't stop her from squeezing her thighs around his ears, moaning out. "I'm trying not to pop your head like a damn melon!" Hazel's toes curled so hard behind the pirate that they both heard their popping sounds bounce off the walls. A sign that she was nearing her climax and this prompted Harry to speed up his fingering and suckling. Hazel cried out as she gripped the chain of the manacles as her orgasm built up, ready to destroy everything in its path. And still, she would deny his name to fly passed her lips.

Harry felt her walls clench around his fingers and knew there was only a matter of time before she'd explode for him. This drew a sly laugh from his lips as he shook his head up at her. Pulling his lips from her pulsing clit, he withdrew his intrusive fingers and Hazel nearly convulsed at being denied her orgasm. "What...the fuck?! Don't you do this...to me! I was just about to-"

"I know, lass. I know." Harry simply laughed in a breathless way at her while muttering and his accent did nothing to calm her buzzing nerves. She glared daggers at him as he sat back on his haunches once more. "But, not just yet."

Hazel glared down at him, the question written in her eyes as she silently pleaded Why?! Harry took great pride in this. Not a second had gone by that he didn't think about the fact that the girl who was never shy about her dislike for him was here. Though, she was here under the ruse of getting her sword back, she was at his mercy and nearly pouting at not being allowed her release. Harry licked his lips as if savoring the flavor she left on his tongue as he listened to the mixture of moans, inhaled gasps and frustrated growls that all made their way from Hazel's pretty, pink lips. He was relishing in her silently begging for him to continue. It gave him a sick pleasure while making him unbelievably hard. He watched her shake the chain that connected her wrists and the sight of her teeth biting down on her lip.

"You're such a fucking asshole. You know that?" Hazel attempted to tighten her legs around his neck, but the quivering that rocketed through them prevented that. She groaned out in frustration as she pulled her leg back and pressed her foot against his chest. She sneered at him as she made to kick him backwards, but Harry had since had it with her surprise attacks. Swiftly, he grabbed her ankle before biting at it and trailing slightly harder bites up to her knee.

"I think ye know by now I never learned to fight fair, darlin'. Why does this surprise ye now?" His blue eyes bored into her as he toyed with her. Slowly, he set bite after harsher bite along her torso, slyly raising her shirt for the moment, as he pulled himself back up to his booted feet before wrapping her legs around his waist.

So, Harry Hook is a biter. As if I needed to know this. Hazel rolled her eyes at him and knew his biting was meant to leave the perfectly reddened evidence that he was here. Though, her body betrayed her every thought as she locked her ankles behind him once his nose grazed her own. Scoffing between them, he'd pressed himself so hard into her that she wasn't sure if it was her heart that beat with fury or if it was his. "I thought you never learned to count. There seems to be a lot of missing lessons in the Hook household, huh?"

"And still, ye won't tell me why it is ye dislike me so much?" Muttering as he brushed his lips against hers with every word, he wouldn't give her the chance to respond. He knew she would only refuse him. Instead, his own response was to smash his lips against hers. He did it in such a way that almost convinced her that this was no longer his way of manipulating the truth out of her. Hazel moaned and at first, she refused him entry. But, Harry took that as a challenge. Sliding his hands around her, he made sure to raise a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. He grabbed her ass once again, but his hands wouldn't stay there. Instead, he trailed them up her back and grazed his fingertips back down. The tingling sensation caused the blue streaks in Hazel's hair to come alive once more and before he knew it, she was parting her lips and letting a moan fall in.

There was a shudder of glee that fluttered down the pirate's back and the second he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she curled hers around it with a yearning neither of them expected. His kiss tasted of salted chips and a sweeter saltiness that Hazel only assumed came from his perusal of her wetness. Her toes curled as she replayed the feeling in her mind and because of this, her own tongue grew hungrier for his. Harry relished in her suddenly wild and brazen kiss as he figured she was fighting him for dominance and to soothe her bitter heart, he let her win. But, only for a moment as he moved his hands from her back and pushed them in between them. He deepened their kiss to a feverish level that sounded all around his room. The sounds of lips smacking and the exchange of frustrated groans filled his usually quiet bedroom.

Harry worked his belts off and blindly tossed them with the small pile of their belongs that'd formed. Hazel tugged at her manacles as her thighs tightened around him. Her tongue wrestled his as she moaned into his mouth. She knew what he was doing and a fiery bolt of nerves shot through her. She was both nervous and anticipating the inevitable. I knew he and Uma hooked up at least once. The only reason the thought came up was because right now, Hazel was convinced he had to have been hooking up with someone to know all these little tricks. The vision of Uma in the very position Harry had her in painted itself in the back of her mind and it made her chuckle against his lips. Simply for the fact that if you know Uma, the situation would definitely be reversed. She chuckled against and Harry pulled back with a quizzical look in his eyes.

Hazel simply nudged her forehead against his as she murmured, almost out of breath. "You know, this would be a lot easier if you'd just free my hands, Hook."

"Oh, would it now?" The pirate hadn't stopped his work on his pants as his hard-on sprang free and he wasted not a second in grazing himself against her drenched folds. This forced a gasp from the goddess' lips as her mouth fell open. No matter what they would do, the elephant would never leave the room. They were both easily and constantly reminded that the fact still remained that not even an hour ago, they just dueled through the street. Harry chuckled at the mental reminder as he pressed another kiss against her parted lips. Her hair ignited in bright blue once more as he teased her entrance with his cock and as he felt a deep shudder leaf through her, he pushed his lips to her ear in a sinister whisper. "Nice try."

The word try left his lips in a deep grunt as he breached her entrance and filled her drenched walls with his thrust. Hazel cried out in a moan that seemed to drag from her mouth and Harry's face dropped into her neck as they froze there. The new sensation, the feeling of fullness surprised the hell out of Hazel, but the snug feeling Harry experienced sent a vibrating shiver down his spine. All that could be heard from them were shared groans as they both relished the feeling. Hazel's toes curled with the sound of harsh crackling while Harry's hands gripped her sides before taking their stay at her back. The pirate was the first to move as he pulled back, only enough to draw a breathy curse from Hazel before he slammed back into her. This forced his face to retreat from her neck as his forehead found itself resting against hers again.

"....Fuck..." Harry closed his eyes as the curse left his lips in a tremor. He didn't know what to make of it. Was it the fact that Hazel had felt so good to him? Or was it that she hated him and he found some sick pleasure in making her moan? Then, he grew determined. His thought process was still on making her confess the truth, but as a side quest, he wanted to hear his name in those moans she let out. He yearned to hear her scream his name in a way that wasn't murderous. It was sinister and downright evil, but there was no turning back for either of them.

Hazel let out moan after moan as he rammed into her. His hands dug into her skin as he moved them from her back and down to grip her hips. How in the hell is this even happening? Her thoughts banged and clashed around her mind like their swords as Harry filled her cunt like there was no tomorrow. His thrusts were deep and powerful as they managed to rattle the door they were pressed against. As if it would be of some help, Hazel gripped the chain of her manacles, but the only effect that had was making an even louder banging noise.

"Someone...is gonna hear us...!" Her head dropped back against the door as Harry's face had returned back to her neck. He sucked and nibbled at her skin to prevent his own moans from escaping. As far as he knew, as long as his mouth was occupied, he could maintain his handle on the situation. But, he couldn't stop his laugh at her obvious worry.

Pulling his lips from the purpling mark he was making on her skin, his blue eyes met hers as he moaned out his words. "...Everyone...will hear us..." He thrusted into her, hard and deep, making her cry out and her thighs tightened around him as if begging for life itself. His hands dug so deep into her skin, she was certain they would bruise and in this moment, she didn't care. Her gaze met the ceiling once more as the tingling sensation of her orgasm began to build again. She felt the knotting of her stomach unraveling and Harry only seemed to deepen his thrusts by dipping his hips, perfectly angling his erection to drive his name from her loud mouth. In his own rights, Harry was usually very loud, himself. Usually, he didn't care who'd hear him pleasuring someone or himself. Even though he'd always make sure no one was ever on the ship to eavesdrop. But, this was Harry on a mission to get something he wanted. Somewhere along the line of feeling her walls clench tight around his cock for release and pushing deeper into her, Hazel's mouth fell open.

Loud screams started ringing from the goddess' mouth. "...OHHHH! FU-" Before she could top off  her scream, Harry's hand clamped over her mouth and he abruptly slowed his driving thrusts; so much that the chain quieted. They'd felt the handle of the door jiggle from the other side as a muffled voice called out.

"Harry! Buddy, you know your hat's out here?" The voice belonged to no one other than Gil, son of Gaston, and Harry's face turned beet red as the boy tried to push the door open. "Yo! I know you're in there, buddy! You never lock your door. Let me in, man!" Harry pressed his face into the side of Hazel's, who was trying her hardest not to squirm. What Gil obviously had forgotten was a rule of the ship. If you want your privacy, leave an article of your belongings outside your door. The only reason Harry chose to leave his hat was so that Hazel would know where to find him.

They were both panting heavily as Gil continued to spill nonsense outside and Harry hoped to hell the boy would catch the hint and leave. Hazel, however, stared at Harry in a way that meant You're gonna have to say something to get rid of him.

"GIL!" Another familiar voiced carried in the distance and if Harry could be even more mortified in this moment, it was the fact that the voice belonged to Uma. "Put the hat back and get out of here. Obviously, Harry wants to be left alone."

There was a long pause of silence and Harry knew the boy was trying to register the situation. "OHHHHH! You mean the privacy rule?" Uma's laugh sounded closer as she lightly tapped at the door. She hummed a small tune that Harry knew meant he was busted. Of course, Uma would grasp the fact that Hazel came onto the ship on a warpath to possibly kill him and still hasn't left. If anyone could and would put two and two together, it's Uma. She rhythmically stomped her feet like she was letting Harry know that the coast was all clear. And the second her footsteps reached their faintest, Harry pulled his hand from Hazel's mouth. He let out an almost roared breath as he dropped his face to the other side of her neck. But, Hazel had already seen how red he'd gotten.

"Harry Hook. Are you blushing right now?" She breathlessly teased as she finally let herself squirm between him and the door. He let a soft laugh fall against her skin as he bit down, causing a yelp to climb from her lips. Harry Hook was absolutely mortified and it forced him to mentally retrace his steps. Gil's interruption momentarily threw him off his game, but he hadn't forgotten his plan. He traced harsh bites up the side of her neck and right under her jawline. Not only was Harry a biter, but he discreetly discovered that Hazel liked being bitten. Pulling his face back to hers, he stared at her. Not in the way that he had been, but almost as if he was staring through her. This forced Hazel to acclimate the fact that she was here for a reason. "Where's my sword, Hook?"

That took him off guard as his stare seemed to shift. He pressed his lips back against hers as he pushed a deep thrust back into her, pulling an unsuspecting gasp from Hazel. He pulled one of his hands from her hips to reach up and unhook the manacles from the peg that kept her where he wanted her. At this, Hazel's eyes widened and she assumed he was about to let her go. Instead, he pulled the chain over his head; letting it rest around his neck. Harry stared deep into her as he thrusted into her again.

"Ye'll tell me why ye dislike me?" He'd finally broken his silence as he rammed his hips into hers, effectively driving his hard-on through to her g-spot and she cried out at the sensation. It was as if she'd been hit with a ton of bricks and her hands found their way into his wildly, messy hair. His hair only added to his lunatic aesthetic and she tugged, hard. Harry let out a growl and he rammed into her again as if his thrusts were his question on repeat.

"Why is that so damn important to you?" Her frustration came out in a rush of hungry, breathlessly groaned whispers as he thrusted into her like he was giving her a warning to watch what she'd say next. But, Hazel wouldn't budge, even as he literally took her where he stood. "All these years...and you never seemed so intent on wanting to know."

Harry's eyes searched hers as his hips worked up a pace of driving his cock balls deep into her. Simultaneously, he wanted to shut her up, unless it was to give him what he wanted or to answer the question that he'd never admit had started to eat away at him over the years. He rammed his impressive length deep into her drenched cunt once more and Hazel's fingers tangled within his mass of locks.

Truthfully, Harry had always been a little curious about hair pulling. He just hadn't thought about what it'd feel like to have his own hair pulled the way Hazel had as he felt her nerves building up along with his once again. This time, it was Hazel's face that fell against his. Her mouth gaped as she let out shrill cry after cry. All filled with curses that seemed to reach the ceiling above them. Once Harry was certain she was bound to break, he growled at the fact that she still refused to moan his name. And as punishment, he stopped his thrusts again. He stopped all movement, yet he wouldn't pull out of her snug cunt.

This pulled a rage-induced scream from Hazel's parted lips as her face was pressed against the side of his. She attempted to bite him back as she growled. "...What...the fuck? Why...do you keep stopping?" Harry couldn't help the laugh that'd leave his mouth if he tried. She was begging for him and still denied him the ecstasy of hearing his name off her wanton tongue. This started to fuck with the pirate, deeply. It managed to make his cock harder, but it also drove his determination. Gripping her hips with one of his hands, he pushed them off the door before carrying her over to his bed.

As if either of them needed a full reminder of how deep his length was buried in her, Hazel's fingers gripped and tugged at his hair until he climbed onto his bed with his knees. Laying her down on the covered mattress, she moaned out a soft Please to him as his body covered her own, due to the manacles and her hands still tangled in his hair. Roughly, he reached behind his neck and grabbed the chain only to stretch her arms along his bed. He held her by the wrists as he rammed his hard cock into her once more.

"Tell me. Why." His words came out in a grating plea as his thrusts became more deliberate, more relentless and stronger. As if he was intent on eviscerating her beneath him, he held her in place while Hazel didn't seem to gather the determination leaking from his gaze. With one hand, he dragged his fingers along her arms before reaching her gray tank top. He was torn on if he wanted to rip it off her or to simply push it up her body. And in the spur of the thought, he did just that; pushing the material up along her arms until it joined the manacles clamps around her wrists.

Keeping her bound wrists in one hand, he grazed wandering fingers down the length of her arms before taking one of her small breasts into his palm. Her nipples were so hard, Harry thought he'd explode just from the sight of them. Teasing one between his index and thumb, Harry's mouth furiously watered for them, but he wouldn't let Hazel witness his yearning. His hips pounded into her with a purpose that was heard in Hazel's mangled cries and the thumping of the bed against the wall. Of course, the bed had been a permanent fixture on the ship, but that somehow didn't stop the sound from ringing around them.

"...Don't stop! PLEASE. FUCK..." Hazel's legs tightened around him before Harry pushed his knees further up on the bed with dripping hints of impatience, forcing her thighs to part, which would drive his cock deeper into her wetness. Her cunt swallowed him like a dream and he was rapidly losing himself in her. He was reaching his own climax and the closer he got to it, the further his goal seemed to be. Hazel's melodious cries began to cloud his mind as his cock twitched with need inside her. This forced Hazel's toes to curl in the air, which he got the full show from his peripheral.

"...Say...my...name..." Words grit out from Harry's clenched teeth as his moans became harder to suppress. Hazel wrapped so snugly around him felt divine and as he pounded into her, forcing loud moans to fly passed the goddess' gaped lips, his own followed as they fought the current of their approaching orgasms. Only this time, Harry had no intentions of stopping. However, Hazel realized the pirate was too far gone for his own undoing and managed to capitalize on his moment of giving himself over to his impending release. She yanked her manacled hands from his and grabbed onto the torn material that made up his shirt. She let out a maniacal giggle as she wrapped her thighs back around him and used the strength she had to flip him onto his back.

"Still...so...very...reckless..." Straddling his hips with her own, Hazel hissed her moaned words down to the bewildered pirate as she pushed her manacled hands under his shirt. She bucked her hips with a searing purpose and managed to pull a loud, crashing curse from Harry as he stared up at her. She let her hands wander over the lines and sinews of his stomach and a groan followed as she pressed her hands against his chest for leverage. He recognized her sudden look of determination. He knew it too well. Yet, it was usually aimed at trying to kill him or voicing her disdain for the pirate. He was fucked. Literally. A frustrated, yet breathy groan sounded from his lips as he pushed his hips up into hers and she eagerly returned it with the curling thrust from hers.

"You wanna know...why...I hate you...so much?" Hazel gritted out through moans as she fucked him with an intensity that even surprised her. But, to both of them, the grind of her hips and the way she dug her nails into his chest was obvious. She was fucking him like she hated him and it wasn't any further from the truth. But, Harry wasn't having it. He wasn't gonna be dominated in his own scheme. With one hand, he reached across his bed as if to grab something and with the other and in another swift movement, he sat up under her while pulling the manacles back over his head. The move brought his face just about an inch beneath hers and he gnawed at her jawline with his teeth.

"...Oh, ye will tell me, lass. But...ye'll not be takin' over..." As his accent grated against her heated skin, she felt Harry grin as if he couldn't be prouder that he snapped the control right out of her hands. Hazel was about to retort when she felt something scathing along her back. It was cool and pointed and as Harry's teeth drew more marks along her skin and down to her breasts. Marks that she was certain would be obvious for all the Isle to see once she'd leave the ship. She let out a heavy, moaned gasp at the realization. He pulled the hardened nipple he teased just moments ago into his mouth and suckled it while grazing his hook along her spine. He felt her shivers and the lines of goosebumps it drew in its trail. Harry chuckled maniacally as she excitedly bucked her hips into his.

"That...damn...hook...!" Hazel's moans were almost growls as she drove her hips deeper onto his. She pulled his cock deeper into her and the feeling, each sensation he was giving her was driving her out of her mind. But, the pointed feeling of Harry's hook was almost like the last straw. Harry's lips moved from one of her nipples to the other and he suckled them like they were the most divine candy he'd ever gotten his hands on. But, a fiery need settled in the pits of his stomach as he felt her confession bubbling under her skin. Turning his hook sideways, he dragged the cool silver down her spine and made it a point of drawing the tip all the way back up. He did it on a loop and Hazel's hips quickened as she cursed into the air.

"You were...always... And I mean...ALWAYS...such...a cocky...little...shit... You thought...you could get...whatever...you wanted... All...because you had... that damn...hook...!" Though, her words were mangled and feverishly moaned to him, she punctuated each and every one with a bucking thrust of her hips. As if it was her way of driving her points home to the pirate. But, Harry was relishing in what sounded like her confession.

"...Mhm... Tell me... more, lass..." He moaned as he nibbled her peak with his teeth before trailing nibbling bites back up along Hazel's neck. He'd seen the telltale marks he was leaving all over her skin. Marks that would surely not leave within a day and he smiled like he was being told the secrets to getting off the Isle. All the while, Hazel's body buzzed with her impending need for release and every sensation Harry pushed through her. Her hips still made the point of punctuating her thoughts, her words and her moans with deep, pounding thrusts that pulled his cock deeper into her.

"That hook...formed a chip...so big...on your shoulders... I was sure...you'd drown...in your own ego..." As her moaned words fell in tremors from her lips, Hazel dipped her head so that her lips were pressed right against Harry's ear. She chuckled deeply as she took it upon herself to nibble at the edge of it as he continued grazing his hook along her spine. Her skin tingled as strings of goosebumps raised in its trail. Harry, relished in all of her. He moaned out as her hips rode him like she was riding him through the barrier itself. But, most of all, Harry was losing himself in her. In all of her. What is she doin' to me? Harry's mind rattled in all directions. The reminder that the girl now nibbling his ear with soft, sensational moans of pleasure, that he gave her, absolutely despised him. His cock somehow managed to stiffen more as his thoughts rattled his being. And as if Hazel could sense the pirate's wandering mind, she slid her fingers back into his mess of hair before tugging him clean out of his mind's spiral.

"And...I wanted...to wipe...that smug...ass...smile off your face... I needed...to knock you...off the thousand...pegs... you built... for yourself..." Hazel grit her words out through what sounded like angered moans against the pirate's ear. Harry, being Harry and partially, if not completely, insane; he ate this confession up like it was candy stolen from a baby. Hazel's true anger began to seep through the fluid rocking of her hips as the meat of the matter began to come to light. But, the picture still wasn't very clear for Harry as he teasingly dragged the point of his hook down her spine.

"...Mm...You want... the whole truth... don't you...?" Making a point to bite the edge of his ear, Hazel purposely let his skin graze through her teeth and she chuckled as she felt Harry's body tremble beneath hers. With each thrust of yearning they gave each other, she felt hIs heart beating wildly right against her chest. His lips were parted with the sounds of low, hungry groans seeping free and he relished in the way her thighs hugged at his sides. But, he wanted more. He needed to know what was left of Hazel's confession. That's where Hazel had Harry right where she wanted and she wasn't even sure he realized it. Until she tried to slow her angered thrusts. Harry only chuckled in that sinister way of his as he shook his head beneath her chin. A sexily muttered No flew from his lips to her skin as he furiously gripped her hip with his free hand. He eagerly rocked his hips upwards into hers, managing to ram his cock into her as her she cried out at the sensation. Her lips parted against his ear and he was so close to his explosion, he was practically running on fumes. How long can I hold out?

"But, why?" With harsh growls and a harder graze of his hook, Hazel's cries only heightened as she retaliated by quickening her thrusts. Only this time, she pulled his hair until his eyes were locked on hers.

"Because...I wanted...to be...your...nightmare... You had...that hook...and you... Fuck...did you...become...unbearable... You...robbed...me... You...threatened...me... And I... Oh...how...I promised...you...would...pay...for that... That's...why." Though, laced intoxicatingly with moans of pleasure, Hazel's words rained down on Harry with a fury and the hatred of a thousand suns he'd never see. He reveled in how her hips bucked into his when she felt particularly strong about what she was saying, but he felt her words like tattoos etching his face. He made to trail bites long her jawline, but Hazel managed to maneuver her manacled wrist until she was able to grip his throat in her gifted hand. She didn't squeeze in a way that was meant to kill him, as her tone might've suggested, but it allowed her the leverage to take control of their rocking hips. She quickened the rhythm as if she was threatening to bring Harry to the edge of his orgasm before letting him finally pop. The pirate wasn't oblivious to this and was so riled up with the anger leaking from her hazel eyes, he almost came just at the sight.

Harry was a sick and twisted boy. He enjoyed the anger and contempt she held for him. It definitely raised the bar of his resolve as he was already struggling. He tried to remember the incident she spoke of, but he honestly couldn't. Do ye know how many I've robbed over the years? His thoughts rattled in his mind and he actually worried that if he voiced any kind of disassociation to such a time, she would definitely strangle him with his own manacles. Instead, he dug the tip of his hook deeper into her skin as he drew it down her back. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it was more than enough to satiate the goddess' excitement for pain as she gifted him a deeper curl of her hips.

"...FUCK...HAR...RY..." She let out the most satisfying cry of his name and it took everything in him being not to climax right then and there. Since they'd started this, the thought of her moaning his name ran rampant through his mind. But, he began to think she wouldn't bend. Not to this particular whim. Should've dug a little deeper sooner. As his thoughts taunted him, Hazel's body began to tremble with each hard thrust he'd drive into her. She was closer and he felt her cunt scream around his cock as her fingers tangled and pulled his hair for life itself. Chuckling through his own gratifying moans, Harry drew the hook along her spine once more and that was it.

"OHH...GO-....HAR-...FU-...!" Hazel's blue streaks came alive once again, only this time they flamed bright blue. The clear sign that her climax hit her harder than Harry had anticipated, and he couldn't stop himself. None of her words finished themselves, but one thing was very certain. His name tumbled in a shattering chorus from her gorgeous, pink lips and it set his orgasm off on every heated cylinder the pirate possessed. Harry dropped his hook beside them as his moans escalated to intense growls before his hands dug into her back. They'd both froze in place as their orgasm rocketed between them like a kinetic wave of energy neither of them expected. Harry, knowing that Hazel is Hades' daughter assumed this was what her ignited locks and he couldn't contain his excited. His lips were pushed into her neck while her own were darted towards the sky as they remained locked in a mass of quivering limbs. They were both spent beyond recognition.

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Harry's eyes slowly opened as he became perplexed of where he was. He recognized the significant darkness of his room on the ship as he peered up at its porthole. The light that shone through had drastically changed and he was certain it was nighttime. The only thing is he wasn't sure how deep into the night it was. His mind raced with vivid imaginations of Hazel and he was almost certain the entire affair was the makings of a wet dream. That's not to say that Harry would evade admitting that he dreamt of the fiery-haired goddess from time to time.

All his thoughts shifted once he further drifted out of his sleep. Long enough to notice the girl now sleeping soundly against his chest with his other arm wrapped snugly around her.. If Harry's eyes bulging wasn't enough to wake him up, this was. The moonlight made her blue streaks seem as if they glowed and the pirate was momentarily awestruck. But, he had to pull himself out of his gazing. What he experienced was definitely not a dream and somewhere after their shared climax, they'd obviously both fallen asleep.

"Well, aren't ye a talented one, Hook?" He muttered to himself as he mentally tried to retrace how they'd gotten here. Even as he found himself gently stroking Hazel's hair, Harry was completely dumbfounded. He glanced down at their mass of tangled limbs and realized that at some point, he'd released her from the manacles; yet had no idea where those were now. Hazel being as bare as the day is long quietly snored against his bare chest, indicating that he'd taken his shirt off; yet had no clue as to where that was either. But, his pants were still undone, with the addition of Hazel's hand hidden within them.

How was he gonna get himself out of this one? He'd actually felt more comfortable than he expected and that managed to fuck with him. Harry stared down at the girl, whose face seemed to resemble a peace that might've been foreign to her. He had the urge to kiss her forehead, but silently cursed himself for the notion. Slowly, he traced his fingers down Hazel's bare back and couldn't fight the smile that crept along his face. There was no doubt about it. She was absolutely breathtaking. Not that he wouldn't have admitted that beforehand. Harry always considered her beauty; even when she was hell-bent on slicing him up.

As he drew tiny circles along her back, Hazel began to stir. Harry couldn't believe he was melting from the tiny, groggy groans she murmured against his chest. Though, he made no move to retract himself from her, he watched the goddess' eyes open before she would go through the same ordeal he had. The pirate would never admit that it was cute watching her retrace their steps before finally noticing and pulling her hand from the opening of his pants.

"Uggh. What time is it?" She turned her face into his chest as her arm pushed along his stomach. Clearly, she wasn't fully awake and the pirate chuckled heartily at the sight.

"I've no idea, lass." His voice was slightly raspy, which made his accent sound even rougher and Hazel's eyes snapped up to meet his. Letting out another groan, she hadn't in a million years thought she'd be greeted by Harry Hook's sleepy voice and it shook her more than she expected. But, as she became more conscious of their situation, she was determined to save face.

"Mm. Right. You wouldn't." Hazel began pulling herself up from his bed and the pirate grew a little testy at this as she seemingly started to look around for her belongings.

"Ye don't 'ave to go now, lassie. Mornin'll be here soon." Harry squirmed as he shamelessly stretches his arms out to her once she snaked away from his side. Hazel threw him a glare that made him drop his arms to his sides before making to close the fastenings of his pants.

"You want me to wait until all your shipmates are awake so they can see the blatant evidence of this?! Yeah. I don't think so." Hazel had a thought as she leaned back over towards Harry. She flashed him a slick grin as she snagged her panties from his pocket before climbing over him to sit at the edge of his bed. "I told you, you weren't keeping these."

"T'was worth a shot, don't ye think?" Harry laughed as he actually had forgotten that he pocketed those earlier. Should've hid them when I 'ad the chance. Admiring the fiery little goddess, Harry reached over to draw his fingers along her back. He watched her find her shirt before putting it back on and stepping into the lace. Hazel's skin flustered as she felt his wandering fingers and tossed another glare at him.

"Harry, let's not pretend we suddenly care about each other, alright? This was a one time thing and I'm still wondering what the hell you were even thinking?" Her voice sounded annoyed, but they both knew that it wasn't towards Harry as she meant it to be.

"I was thinkin' I wanted to hear the truth from ye. Why ye disliked me so much." Even as Hazel stood to pull up her lace, Harry's hand lingered in the air for a few moments as he watched her. "But, wantin' to learn the truth turned to somethin' else entirely."

"Yeah, no shit. Where's my sword?" She made to roll her eyes before Harry pointed across to his chair in the corner. Propped up against the desk was her sword and she let out a hefty sight at him for it.

A matter of gathering her clothes later

It didn't take Hazel long before she was dressed again. All the while being very aware of the pirate's intent gaze on her to whole time. Mostly, Harry stayed quiet as he didn't feel like taking the risk of sounding like he actually cared about her. In truth, Harry didn't feel much hate towards the goddess to begin with. Harry'd only started to fight with her once she made her dislike known. He was actually intrigued with her and the fact that she'd go to such great lengths to spurn him.

Harry watched as Hazel got herself back in order. Except for her obvious mess of hair that would paint an interesting picture for anyone who knew she was on the ship. Once she felt she was presentable, she reached to grab her sword before turning to the pirate, still lying comfortably in his bed. Aside from the warmth that Hazel had provided him.

"I don't hate your hook, Harry. I hate the way you wield it. You've become an exceptional opponent with your sword. That, I admire. But, you've gotta learn how to not be so damn reckless. You didn't need to boot me to win." Without another word, Hazel tried not to look back as she quietly left Harry's room and snuck off the ship.

In true honesty, Hazel didn't quite know why she felt the need to acknowledge his skill at all. But, the truth was, she admired his hook. Often times, she was jealous of it. There had been a time when she'd have gladly taken it off his hands just because of the way he swung it around with reckless abandon. It was obvious the pirate only carried that thing around for the aesthetic of it all. She felt sorry for it more than she did for Harry. Over the years, she'd watched him use it for petty thefts, as he'd done to her once upon a time. And she always laughed because they would give in to his tactics, though there was very little damage he would've done with that hook.

-A number of One Time Things later-

Months had passed since Hazel and Harry's first intimate incident. Seemingly, nothing had changed between them. They still held their usual banter that would often lead to Hazel pulling her sword on the pirate. Only now, Harry won their duels more often now that he was learning to switch up his tactics. As Hazel had started doing as well once she figured out that he was learning her techniques. Though, their duels seemed to be held out of spite, those like Uma and a few of her pirate crew knew better. Though, she never spoke freely about it, only in passing with Harry, Uma figured out since their first incident that something deeper happened between them. She didn't seem as jealous as Harry would have assumed, which is why he never brought it up.

But, as time went by, Harry and Hazel's one time thing slowly turned into two, then three, and then four. More often than not, Hazel found herself sneaking onto their ship while Harry started taking back alleyways to get to her place. To the inhabitants, who weren't as blind as the pair thought they were, they'd all assumed their continued fighting was their form of foreplay. And in many ways, it was. They both knew they got off on the heated battles they put each other through.

Often times, Hazel found herself wrung up on Harry's door, while the pirate would find himself chained to Hazel's bed. In the streets of the Isle, the pair never let on about their lives behind closed doors. Though, more and more inhabitants seemed to be privy to the rumor mill picking up speed. Neither one of them made any moves to play into what others thought they knew. In public, they remained bitter enemies with a score to settle between them. While it wasn't a matter of saving face for anyone who would try to prove them different; their constant dueling made them better combatants. Harry's reckless style kept Hazel on her toes. While Hazel's calm and graceful tactics made him a much sharper pirate and first mate to Uma. Not to mention that the sea witch recognized this.

Now, Hazel's once again found herself chained to the pirate's bedroom door. Only this time, instead of her leather catsuit, the goddess' managed to scrounge up a pleated, leather dress with a skull cut into its back. When Harry laid eyes on her, despite the fact the pirate couldn't find words, he mentally decided he wasn't taking her out of it. He grew anxious at the thought of seeing the skirt raised up along her back. For the most part, Harry tried to behave as he had something in mind. But, the pirate had to admit that there was no such thing as behavior when she looked like that while being chained to his door.

Harry forced his lips to part and remove themselves from the purpling spot he eagerly worried into the skin of Haze's neck. This made the goddess laugh because she could tell he was a little nervous about something. Only she couldn't figure out what he could possibly be nervous about with her. For a moment, Harry pulled himself so far from her that his breathing was heavy when he stepped away from her.

"Awww... Don't you dare go catching feelings on me now, Hook. You never pace. At least, not with me. It's not like I'm going anywhere." Hazel chuckled as she watched the pirate pace a small path in front of her. Harry, however, quietly muttered to himself and it was so low that the goddess could barely hear him. To a point, it was cute that something about this made him nervous. She squirmed against the door while her eyes wandered over his moving figure before he stopped and stared at her.

"Now or never, righ', lass?" The look in Harry's eyes was a little deranged, but not his usual madness and Hazel had no idea what he was talking about. He paced once more before firmly nodding and the gesture seemed more towards himself than it was towards Hazel. Though, it was a short distance, Harry's boots moved with purpose as he walked over to his desk. He rummaged as if he was stalling for time before eventually pulling one of the drawers open. Hazel attempted to crane her neck as if to peer over his shoulder, but the bulk of his height made that impossible. And as if he could feel her hazel eyes boring into his back, Harry glanced over his shoulder at the restrained goddess.

"Oh, for the love of it." Harry suddenly smacked himself in the head as he seemingly reached back into the drawer for something else. That, he brought into view and it was a simple cloudy, glass bottle. Hazel easily recognized it as Harry's moonshine and her mind began to wander. What the hell is this even about? He pulled the cork from it before aimlessly tossing it on the desk while he took a swig. It was months ago that Harry let her in on the secret that he makes the ship's moonshine and that it's more of a process to scrounge up the supplies than it is to actually make it.

Eventually, they'd share random conversation and a bottle instead of rushing to escape one another. Though, neither of them would admit it, they saw vastly different sides of each other during that time. After weeks of Hazel teasing him that she assumed he made his moonshine in a toilet like she'd read in some books, the pirate fessed up that most of his process happened on a stove at Ursula's Fish & Chips. Hazel preferred her version better, to which Harry teased that he'd never kiss her again if that were the case.

But, never had Hazel seen Harry drink with intent to calm himself or whatever uneasiness he seemed to be experiencing now. Slowly, he turned back around to face her, seeming to be significantly calmer than he was. His smug smile adorned his face as he walked back over to her; bottle in hand. The moment he stood before her, he pressed the rim of its neck against her lips and without hesitation, Hazel parted her lips for him. There was only a swig left and he gifted it to her. She licked her lips as he pulled it away and replaced it with a hard kiss.

"Harry... You realize you're acting strange, right? What's going on?" She pressed her forehead against his as her fingers gripped at the chained manacles. But, with his smug smile back in place, Harry raised his finger to press against her lips.

"No talkin', alrigh'? Ye'll be listenin'." He was definitely more confident than he was before as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Hazel let out a relieved laugh as she assumed his motives were with a naughty intent, until he pulled one of his knees back up. From his back, he presented her with a tiny, red, velvet box and Hazel's eyes widened as if they'd pop clear out of her head. Harry chuckled as he pretended not to notice as he took a deep breath. "Would ye-"

"Harry, NO! I don't know what you think you're doing, but NO! Absolutely not!" Aside from the immediate igniting of her blue locks, Hazel's heart pounded furiously in her chest and the swig of moonshine Harry had given her seemed to knock her off kilter. Harry, being the annoying pirate he is, pretended to be hurt by her rejection, though he was dancing on the inside. It took everything in him not to laugh as he saw every thought practically skitter across her forehead. Where the hell did he even get that? Her thoughts banged around her mind as other thoughts poured in. You managed to find a dress that hasn't been severely tampered with and you're wondering where Harry Hook found a velvet box?

"Ye didn't let me finish, lassie." There was an amused twinkle in Harry's eyes as leaned to press a calming kiss against the goddess' knee. That only managed to make her squirm and he found it amazing how her body responded to him over time. He raised an eyebrow at her as if asking permission to continue, and though her heart still beat thunderously in her chest, Hazel nodded.

Mimicking the nod, Harry focused his attention back to the small box in his hand. "Now, ye worry wart." He had to chuckle his rising nervousness away as he made to open the box, but was intent on his dramatics. "Would ye do me the honour of bein'-"

Harry's eyes sparkled up at Hazel as she'd now begun worrying her lip. Her mind wrestled itself into submission as she stared on. I swear, if there's a ring in that box... Harry, being as attuned to her as he'd become, opened the tiny box as her thoughts ran into a brick wall. It wasn't a ring. But, it was a gold coin with a decal that looked monstrously close to his hook on its face. Hazel's face scrunched in a mixture of relief and curiosity as he presented it to her. "Hazel, Goddess of the Underworld, would ye do me the honour of bein' my hookmate?"

Staring long and hard, it took her a massive minute to gather her thoughts. What!? From Harry Hook, it was both a grand, yet corny gesture. Both, which Hazel couldn't even deny was adorable if she tried. Harry did what Harry does best and poked his lip out at her, which was meant to bring her back. Letting out a loud chuckle, she rolled her eyes before nudging him with her knee. "What would people think, Harry? What would Uma think?! Don't think I'm stupid, Hook. You two haven't gotten together because things like this are frowned upon."

Harry simply pulled himself up to his feet, reached up to push the velvet box into her palm before unhooking the manacles and tugging the chain over his head. Staring deep into her, he wrapped his arms around her as his smirk appeared in place of his dissipated smile. "Ye're distractin' yerself, aren't ye?" As he asked this, he pressed a kiss against the tip of her nose and was glad when it earned him a giggle.

"Yes! This isn't some small thing, Harry. This is us. I'm supposed to hate you!" To say that Hazel was in fact distracting herself from making a decision, was an understatement. One that Harry saw right through as he stole a heated kiss from her cheek, then one from her neck before finally pressing one against her lips. He brought his icy, blue gaze back to hers and simply shook his head.

"Don't ye go worryin' 'bout the others, lassie. Uma..." The pirate sighed deeply as he had considered what his captain would think of all this. At first, he imagined the fury that would flash across her adorable face at him for possibly throwing away what they meant to each other. He thought about how, for as long as he could remember, he worshipped the ground she walked on. And the fact that he still does and probably always will. This wasn't Harry disregarding what could've been and, on several occasions, almost was with Uma. But, he was embracing that what could've been just wasn't in the stars for them this go around. That maybe they would find each other in another time.

Right now, Harry had grown to feel something for the girl who, at every turn, would openly admit that she hated him. And he could tell, just by the way she looked at him and the way her hair lightly ignited, that she was on the same page. He embraced that maybe this whole "Faith" thing did exist. The first incident in his room could have happened in a much different way. They very well could've killed each other that day. But, in a weird spur of the moment, what happened is maybe what was meant to be.

Harry shook his head, realizing he drifted as he pulled his full attention back to Hazel, who seemed to be admiring the coin over his shoulder. He chuckled, but he felt greatly relieved that she was silently considering him. He places a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth. "Come back, lass."

"What? I'm here. You're the one getting lost in your words." She chuckled and wrinkled her nose at him. "And before you finish, I'd like to point out that I actually like Uma. I'm not sure how I would take her trying to kill me for thieving you away."

Harry, however, couldn't contain his laugh if he tried. But, it reminded him of what he wanted to say. His fingers squeezed at her sides as his eyes searched hers. Not for reassurance. He didn't need it as he watched the lightly, ignited flames dance in her hair. His smug smile back in place, he grazed his hand up along her back until his fingers tangled in her hair. "Uma'll understand. But, I won't go on pretendin' this isn't real."

As the word real left his lips, Hazel's eyes pulled to his and the fact that it was the farthest thing she imagined him saying was obvious. She made to open her mouth to speak, but was momentarily dumbfounded. She'd realized about a two weeks ago that keeping up the bitter enemies act was getting harder and harder to pull off. Of course, it was a rush and that's often how they landed in either his or her room. But, she was finding less and less excuses to start an all-out fight with the pirate. Adjusting her arms over his shoulders, Hazel pressed her forehead against his while placing a heated kiss against his lips.

"Harry... It's been incredibly hard to pretend that I hate you. So, if you're really serious about this. Then. I guess I have no other choice."

"So..." Harry tried to hide his eagerness, but even he was certain his smile would crack his face at a moment's notice. But, the sight of Hazel's spreading across her lips made the pirate happier than even he had anticipated.

"Yes! I'll be your hookmate." Hazel laughed at the term, but she laughed even harder as Harry lifted her off her feet and swung her around his room. Neither of them knew how this whole "dating" thing worked. Harry had only heard about it in a book Uma read to him once, simply because he was curious and she scoffed at the idea. All the while trying to hide her blush. But, the situation wasn't so different for Hazel either. She'd read numerous old books that depicted it as "courtship" and she found herself scoffing at the idea.

Harry swung Hazel around his room once more, only to land her on his bed where he pulled her into a deep, heated kiss that seemed to last longer than any they've ever shared. The idea of Harry being her pirate and Hazel being his goddess was one they had never thought would be possible. A year ago, had they been told that eventually they'd end up together, Hazel and Harry, most likely, would've raised their respected sword and hook at the person brave enough to conjure such an idea. But, here they were. All spite and animosity turned into something neither of them ever expected to be.

The End