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ivywing · 2 years ago

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A snippet written for @trashyourash, with her OC Aska Palestar and two of her F/Os, Darius and Alador

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There's a soft kiss on her shoulder. That's the first thing she notices upon waking up.

"Mm... Aly?" she murmurs, turning over. Sure enough, it's her lover, a soft look on his face. She presses her lips to his, ignoring the gross taste of morning breath from the both of them. The dark bags under his eyes are never really gone, but they've lightened up in the past few years, ever since that whole debacle with the Collector was finally put to rest. She runs a finger over the newest scar he's acquired, a jagged slash across his chin from a bit of flying shrapnel.

As soon as they break apart he presses his face into her neck, inhaling deeply. "I don't want to go to work today," he gripes.

"Bullshit," Aska chuckles, booping his nose gently. "I know that you've been focused on that new biokinetic whatchamacallit thing for the Beast Tamers."

"Adaptive prosthetics," he explains patiently, for the ninth time in five days. Aska doesn't even pretend to understand, but she always enjoys listening to him talk about it. He gets this look in his eyes, a fire that's so full of light that it makes everyone around him want a piece of the action.

As he explains the prosthetics to her again- combining Abomination ooze with his existing mechanical parts to make a self-healing, self-adjusting artificial limb for injured or amputated beasts, able to correct for size differences between different animals- that spark comes back, putting more energy and life into him until he's gesturing broadly, swinging his hands around as he elaborates on the issues he's facing in making the matter both solid enough to keep its shape and liquid enough to adjust itself as necessary. Aska nods along at the right points, handing him his glasses- he's needed them in this last year, as his years of working under sub-optimal conditions have made his vision weaker.

"Okay," she says once he's taken a moment to breathe, "but if it's that interesting, why do you want to stay in bed?"

"Why do I what?" he repeats, and she giggles into her hand. He can be as scatterbrained as he is hyperfocused at times, which she loves.

The door creaks as Darius comes in, three cups of coffee balanced precariously in the container in his hands. "I come bearing libations!" he purrs, setting them down on the bedside table.

Aska grins. "Yes!" she growls happily, grabbing the cup with the 'AS' written on it. She's taken to the substance recently, more for the taste than the sensation of caffeine. Sure enough, it's loaded with cream and caramel drizzle, a delicacy that their recent treaty with Earth is providing. She can't help the little moan as she downs a good third of it, the sweetness helping to take the bitter edge off.

Aska tries to pull Darius into a kiss, but he cringes away, shaking his head even as he laughs. "Not until you brush your teeth!" He stumbles, just enough for Alador to capture his lips for a second. Darius coughs and wipes his mouth. "Ugh! Any other time, but not when you still have plaque and gunk in your mouth."

Alador pouts, pulling Aska into his arms. "Boyfriend... betrays us?"

Aska, catching on, whimpers, putting on her best puppy eyes. "Boyfriend reject us?"

Darius rolls his eyes. "Don't you start."

"BOYFRIEND INCAPABLE OF LOVE?!" Alador and Aska repeat together, before breaking down into giggles together.

Darius sighs. "Why did I even enter this relationship in the first place?" he wonders aloud to himself.

"Because of the amazing sex?" Aska suggests.

Darius laughs at that. "True, but no. I love you, dearly."

Alador grins. "And we love you." He stretches and takes his cup, taking a long sip. "Did you add-"

"The chocolate dust? Of course I did, I'm not a heathen." Darius gives him a swat on the butt, smirking at the yelp that escapes their boyfriend. "Now get to work, before Ederwolf comes hunting for my hide for distracting you again."

"Bossy," Alador grumbles, but it's light. He presses a kiss to Aska's cheek, and one to Darius' glove, which the other man accepts with nary a displeased sigh.

Aska doesn't realize she's crying until Alador's already left the room and out the door, but Darius takes her face in his hands gently. "Lover, what's wrong?"

Aska laughs wetly, pressing her hand against his. "I just- I didn't realize I could be this happy." It's true. For so long, her life revolved around a monster, a man who saw her as a distraction and nothing more. She spent so much time dedicated to someone who felt no guilt when he was leaving her to her death.

But it's been years now, years of being free of his influence. She has two stepdaughters and a stepson who, for all their awkwardness, seem to actually like her. She has two wonderful, amazing, loving boyfriends who choose her every day, who wake up next to her and kiss her with love as well as passion. She has a safe place to rest her head, a home she can call her own, a garden out back to grow whatever she pleases.

It feels so freeing, to be this alive. She never thought she would ever be this content.

And she wouldn't give it up for anything.

#oc x canon #aska palestar #my writing #deliberately kept it vague as to what exactly happened with the collector just in case the last episode contradicts me #in my mind this is taking place about four years after the end of the show #this was written in one long take #so bear any spelling or grammar errors with grace pls #my post

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train-wrecc · 4 years ago

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ALPHA.

• hamish duke x fem!reader

warning(s) ⚠️: none? somewhat angst (not really), death, mentions of blood

pairings: vera x niece!reader, hamish duke x reader

summary: y/n is vera stones niece who had been inducted into the hermetic order of the blue rose 4 years ago (senior in college) however when reviewing books in the reliquary/vault for an assignment she stumbles upon a certain fur coat, the hide of alpha.

wc (word count): 2.2k

gc (gif credit): unknown/google

y/n had barely set foot into the temple before alyssa almost tackled her to the floor. "geez, medicum, watch where you're going."

"magistratus! you're just the person i was looking for! im so sorry for bumping into you but uh, " the blonde gestures behind her with a hand, "the temple magus would like to see you..." she says, before plastering an awkward smile and walking off.

"and i thought today couldn't get any worse..." y/n mumbled.

y/n walked down the corridor before stopping at the large doors which the temple magus who just so happened to be her aunt, sat behind.

the doors opened before her, and she was met with her aunt and a large older man. "temple magus." y/n said nodding her head, glancing at the man that was stood beside her aunt in confusion.

"magistratus, welc-" vera was interrupted by the older man beside her.

"vera quit with the formalities, she's your niece!" he chuckled.

"edward coventry, the grand magus." edward extended his hand out for y/n to shake. she embraced his hand with hers giving a firm shake.

"your aunt has told me a lot about you y/n,"

"all good things, i assume." y/n responded.

"yes, of course, you could say im intrigued... meet me in the temple tomorrow afternoon. I have an interesting assignment for you."

the door clattered open as alyssa made her way into the temple where y/n and a few other magistratus' stood.

the others glanced in shock, "what is a medicum doing here?" selena questioned as she snickered at kyle as alyssa walked past the group.

"she's here like the rest of us, the magus wouldn't have allowed her to be here if she hadn't proven herself." y/n said in an attempt to get selena to shut up.

"are you sure? the only reason you're a magistratus is because of your auntie." selena continued.

y/n rolled her eyes tired of dealing with selena, "you're right, who else promotes us besides the magus? selena, why don't you keep your mouth shut, before i shut it for you, after all, my aunt is the temple magus."

before selena could utter a snarky remark edward strode in.

"okay! vera says that you're the ones with the most potential. potential will get you into the door, but it will not guarantee you a seat, " edward rips off the cloth which was obstructing the view of what appeared to be an obsidian block, "at the table." he continued.

"this obsidian block is estimated to be between, mhm, 1,500 and 2,000 years old." he gesticulates to the block.

"but spoiler alert. this is no ordinary... hunk of rock," he says, dropping a bug onto the rock which in turn burst.

"something is inside this obsidian that people don't want others to have. i want you to reverse engineer the magic protecting this stone."

y/n notices alyssa begins to write "deleatur?" on her notebook, as kyle glances at the word on the book before speaking up.

'of course he would, arrogant prick....' y/n thinks to herself.

"magus?" kyle steps forward, "with your permission?" he continued, as edward motioned towards the rock, as a signal to continue.

kyle raised a knife to his right hand before slicing it and muttering "deleatur", flicking his wrist toward the stone.

shortly after the flick of his wrist, his right forearm collided against his upper arm, his limb broken now, bone sticking out.

he gasps in pain, which puts a small smirk on y/ns face, 'serves him right...' roaming in her mind.

"you know how to heal that?" edward breaks the silence. kyle responded with a shake of his head 'no'.

"right. my driver will take you to the hospital."

kyle walks out of the room, hunched over, cradling his right arm the best that he can.

edward picks the obsidian up from its frame, "now that you know what you're dealing with, impress me." before he follows behind kyle.

"alyssa. make sure the temple gets a proper cleansing." are his last words.

"at once, magus." alyssa replied.

"now we know why she's here." diego called, his arm around selena's shoulder calls, a smirk on his face as she laughs before they continue to make their way out of the temple.

a sigh falls from alyssa's lips.

"don't worry about them medicum, you're not here for that. they just feel threatened by you." the y/h/c (your hair colour, i.e. brunette, blonde) girl spoke up.

"thanks, magistratus." alyssa responded.

y/n simply nodded in return, before stalking off to go pester her aunt, she had an idea about an incantation that might work on reversing the magic which was protecting the obsidian.

next day...

y/n's fist met the door as she knocked.

she could faintly hear the word "aperiatur" slip from her aunt's lips, as the doors opened.

"magistratus." vera greeted y/n.

y/n rolled her eyes, her aunt had always been so persistent in remaining professional at the temple, so that other members never thought y/n only got in due to vera.

"hey auntie vera," y/n says her words practically covered in honey.

"one. what did i tell you about keeping our professionalism and two. what do you want?" vera smirked knowing her niece too well.

a sigh came from y/n's lips, knowing her aunt had caught on.

"you're aware of the assignment of edward's that i'm apart of?" her aunt nodded in respond to the question.

"well i need to get into the vault, and before you interrupt me there's a book in there that i want to examine and see if i can find an incantation for the assignment." y/n explained, she had been planning on talking to her aunt the day before but something had come up.

"no." vera gulped knowing well she had given alyssa, a medium, access to the reliquary the day before. however the vault is different she reassured herself.

"of course, god forbid you do me one favour." y/n said her voice sour, her head nodding in false understanding.

"y'know ive worked my ass twice as hard as anyone else to be here, and yet i'm always getting criticized the most for every simple mistake that i make which aren't very many..." y/n began, her aunts answer irking her.

"and you decide to do alyssa the kiss ass a favour and give her access to the reliquary when she's a medicum, however, you can't do me a favour and let me use the vault once." y/n finishes brows furrowed, done with her aunt at the moment.

y/n began to stalk off before vera stopped the girl.

"y/n. you may use the vault." vera murmured.

the y/h (your height i.e. short, tall) girl returned to the room silently.

she handed y/n a necklace with a pentagon-shaped charm attached to it. "repeat after me. sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit." vera says the incantation.

"sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit."

with the movement of vera's hand, the bookshelves began to separate and opened to a corridor.

"y/n, sweetheart, you know i love you. the only reason i criticize you, harshly at times, is because i know you have the potential to be twice as great as you already are. greater than me." her aunt said dripping in sympathy and love.

however, y/n doubted that.

"of course i know because you remind me so often." the words slipped from y/n's lips, filled with sarcasm.

y/n made her way through the fear corridor and into the vault clutching the pentagon necklace as vera watched from the entrance.

y/n had been searching for the incantation for a few hours now and had yet to find the incantation.

she had rummaged through all the books that were out in the open and visible before deciding maybe there were some in hiding.

she had scoured high and low for books and had nearly given up before her eyes caught a rugged brown chest of some sort.

"this has to be it!" she exclaimed to herself, noticing the lock on the latch of it.

she'd assumed vera had left a while ago, and figured she'd have to talk to her about it the next day.

however, before she could even reach for the lock, it burst and the top of the trunk rose.

all she could see was some kind of fur coat before it had engulfed her and her vision was captured by darkness as she gasped.

(a/n: thank the lord she's a werewolf now, we can now get to the good part!!!!! 🥳)

a groan emitted from the y/h/c, as she began to stir. she felt like she was repeatedly getting pricked by something.

sweat dripped down her trembling body, teeth chattering from the cold. her eyes peeled open, vision fuzzy before it cleared. she wrapped her arms around herself, her arms met her bare chest.

her eyes widened in realization, she was naked.

eyes gazing down, she took in her bare body, painted red. her fingers met the dark red, substance. blood. blood, that was not her own.

"no, no, no, shit! what the fuck did i do?" y/n says in disbelief, hands twitching, as panic fills her veins.

she retrieves herself from the dirt of the forest as she makes her way through the large trees, hiding behind them every so often in order to not expose herself in case anyone were to be in the forest.

she nears a tent not too far from where she awoke and evaluates the area for anyone. it appeared to be vacant, so y/n made her way toward the tent in search of something to cover her bare body with.

however, when she neared the tent, her vision was once again met with blood. on the ground lay a man a hole where his heart should be. her vision became blurred by the tears that filled her eyes. this was the persons life she had took. a young man, who had his whole life ahead of him.

and it was put to an end because of her.

his blood was on her hands. literally.

though her hands trembled y/n had managed to rummage through his things, and find a change if clothes which we had immediately put on.

the pieces of cloth, which caressed her body, aided in warming her. she didn't waste another second and got to work quickly, digging somewhat of a grave for the male.

once she had covered the now cadaver-filled hole, y/n gathered a few leaves which took the place of which would ideally be flowers.

she sniffled, viciously blinking to try and rid her eyes of tears. y/n gently pressed the leaves into the soil, before getting up from her knees.

next came getting rid of any evidence that the man had ever set foot in the woods. she used a simple incantation to rid the small area of any objects.

after she had done so, she mad her journey near the edge of the woods, which she was quite familiar with, being in the order and they tend to venture in the woods often, especially when recruiting neophytes.

however, around fifteen minutes had passed, and y/n's eyesight was no longer a captive to the never-ending trees.

she no longer knew where she was... she'd never seen a house on the outskirts of the woods. she wondered if it had always been there.

y/n hadn't thought up a plan, before she knew it her legs were carrying her to the front door, and her curled fist met the wood of the door.

she truly hadn't thought about what she was gonna say, until she had knocked on the door.

what would she do? how would she explain her dishevelled appearance? the blood... oh god she had forgotten that she was practically drenched in the dark fluid from head to toe.

a/n: y'all this is so bad I'm sorry and it's on the longer side and like for what reason? 🤨😂

like literally nothing happened im so sorry this is literal shit... obviously there WILL be a PT 2,

& sorry if the spacing is weird i’m on the mobile app...

also this is the only part that’ll be in third pov, i normally write first person but i was trying something different & i didn’t like it

& IM SORRY HAMISH WASNTIN THIS PRT HE'LL BE IN THE NEXT ONE I PROMISE !!!! 😔❤️🤞

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