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hoerror · 4 years ago

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I'm pretty bad at introductions so this might be a mess but, you can call my Blair. It's not my real name but it fits well with my theme. I'm new here and have no idea of what the hell I'm doing.

If you can't tell from my blog already I am completely obsessed with yanderes and the universe surrounding them. I'm also very big on horror. I made this blog mainly to talk about my garbage ocs and meet other people and their ocs, hopefully. I'm an introvert dealing with my own inner trauma and anxieties but I am a pretty laid back and easy to talk to, just a little rough around the edges. This is way for me to cope with my mental health and insecurities and trauma.

My ocs are more interesting than me and hopefully people will take interest in them but if not that's fine too. I just want to have a place to write and post about them. I have a lot more ocs but I only wanted to post one for now in case, I don't know, people didn't react well to it?...even though yandere is home to the twisted lmao.

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Name: Silas Damarion

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Height: 5'8"

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: CEO

Story: Silas is the Ceo of the Demarion Agency. After his parents sudden and mysterious death he was appointed the position of CEO to the surprise of no one. Silas is the youngest of of his siblings having three older brothers. As the youngest of his siblings he was doted on by everyone and had everything handed down to him on a silver platter. The apple of his parents eyes and the source of his brothers affections. Whatever Silas wanted growing up he was given. His family smothered him in the finest of luxuries that most could only dream of. All throughout his life he has been praised by all who know him for his intelligence and natural leadership. This praise of course went to his head which caused him to develop a superiority complex and the worlds most inflated ego. To Silas, he was better than everyone and there was no one who could touch him. He might as well thought of himself as a god.

Personality: Silas Damarion to the public is a charismatic man who is able to charm all with something as small a smile, a wink, and a wave. He was born with a silver tongue that pulls people in and makes them submit to his every command. Silas likes to reel people in, butter them up, learn everything there is to know about them - family, aspirations, insecurities, etc, etc. He hones in on these things to use to his advantage. He loves nothing more than to build people up and break them down piece by piece. He loves putting people in their place and showing them who in on the top of the world.

Likes: Money, Fame, Attention, Sex, Traveling,

Dislikes: Being Ignored, Being Disrespected, Lower Class, Disobedience, Children

Yandere Type:

Clingy:

- Silas is very clingy. He wants to (HAS TO) be the only one his darling has eyes. He needs constant affection and cannot stand to be ignored. If you even think of showing someone that isn't him the slightest hint of attention he becomes enraged and that person becomes as good as dead. There is no such thing as privacy when you're with Silas. Every waking moment of your life is spent with him and only him. Kiss your friends and family goodbye because the only one in your life from now on is Silas.

Manipulative:

- Silas is a master at manipulation. He will make you question anything and everything. He will guilt you, he will shame you, he will break you apart and leave you to pick up the pieces, watching in sick satisfaction as you stumble along the way. He uses his status and money against you - showering you in luxuries and wealth while stripping you of any financial independence so you have no choice but to depend on him. Without him you're nothing. You have no family, no friends, no money; you're nothing. He's used that silver tongue of his to ruin the lives of those who got in his way and he has no problem doing the same to you. It doesn't matter what other people think of you - his is the only opinion that matters.

Physical and Psychological Torture:

- Behind Silas's business persona he is downright cruel and manipulative. He treats those beneath him like dispensable tools that he's quick to get rid of whenever he bores of them. He enjoys causing people physical and mental pain -- it's his biggest turn on. Nothing excites him more than seeing someone sniveling on the ground as he stands over them. No one is safe from his torture, not even his beloved little darling, in fact the abuse they face is much more grand than anyone else. You're the most beautiful to him when you're groveling to him on the ground, skin covered in bruises old and new, and tears streaming down your bloodstained face. He adores it. The sight of you crawling to him so very desperate for his praise and approval, begging and pleading for him gets him immediately hard. He'll let you suffer for a while before fucking you senseless (don't expect him to be gentle) to point you're on the verge of passing out. Only when he's had his fill of you will he get you the proper attention you need and even then, he’ll be counting down the minutes until he can do it all over again.

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In short I hate him with a passion but would gladly give him the gluck gluck

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#Yandere #Yanderecore #Yandere Community #Yan core #Yandere OC #Yandere x reader #Yandere x you #tw: yandere #Yandere oc intro #tw: manipulation #tw: abuse

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ike-sol · 5 years ago

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n o a h

I absolutely love family tropes, so here’s a little fic about Jonah meeting the child he’s going to adopt. Mention of Jonah x OC, but the central theme is about exploring Jonah’s character, especially as a father. I haven’t posted OC profiles yet, but I hope you enjoy! Happens 8 years after the war.

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“From the top, now- one, two, three, four-!”

The children began to sing on Jonah’s cue. He kept beat with a baton, leading in the sopranos six measures after the altos. They weren’t necessarily the best, but they sang with so much soul that even Jonah felt like tearing up. Those could have been tears of pride, though - they’ve come a long way since he first started giving singing lessons at the orphanage.

The children too young to join the choir, and those who simply had no interest whatsoever, gathered around anyway, drawn in by the sound of music. It was good for the choir, too, to practice singing before an audience, even if the audience were their friends. It would prepare them for the performance on the upcoming holiday - the 8th anniversary of Cradle’s peace.

He glanced at the children, some old enough to remember the warring days, some who had been born years after the peace treaty. A promise for the future. He looked over each face while keeping beat, listening to their notes, and, for half a moment, someone in the ‘audience’ caught his eye - Luka?

No.

Of course not.

His younger brother was an impressive man, now, too, with a family of his own. And yet, there was something about that little boy standing off to the side, something that made him double-take. Jonah hadn’t seen him before. He looked to be about 3, with a mess of black hair, and light blue eyes that betrayed a deep haunting. It made Jonah’s soul ache. He knew the look the boy carried in his eyes. The one that, if god was real, should never exist in someone so young.

He’d looked upon it in Luka’s eyes when they were young, when their parents’ negligence drove them to find comfort in one another, to try to make sense of the world they were so irresponsibly cast into. Sometimes, in the mirror, he caught it staring right back at him.

It was a look he hoped to never see in his own children. Spilled tears over broken toys and stolen sweets (though both very real problems to Nellie and Gil) were depthless, inconsequential, in comparison to that profound sadness the boy held. Loneliness. Isolation.

The song came to an end, and Jonah offered them all a huge grin, “Great job! It’s getting better and better. We’ll be ready in time for the performance.” With practice over for the day, the children began to disperse, and the Queen was about to go back to red territory, but first--

“Hey there.” Jonah was kneeling down by the boy before he even fully realised what he was doing. “What’s your name?”

The boy had been staring at him (nothing new for the Queen of Hearts), and must’ve been taken by surprise, pulled out of his monologue of thoughts. He blushed and cuddled closer into the teddy bear he was holding as if to hide his face, as if to disappear into his shyness. But he didn’t walk away.

Jonah recognised the bear. It was one of the gifts he’d bought for the orphanage last Christmas. It came from the best toy shop in red territory (he’d be damned if his donations weren’t top tier!), where each animal was specifically tailored with such detail and dedication that no two were alike. Like snowflakes. He’d bought both his children stuffed animals of their own, along with dozens of other toys, from the very same shop. The teddy bear was light brown, soft and fluffy, though its fur was already a little matted from constant cuddling. The little button-up shirt it wore was frayed. One button hung loosely, while two others were already long lost. Once white, it was now a soft grey.

But its eyes held the same sort of warmth as loved toys do, worn down with affection, but with thousands of stories to tell - each full of adventure. It was as well-loved as Nellie’s sheep, as Gil’s cat.

“What’s your teddy’s name?” He asked with a gentle smile.

“...Fluffy.” The boy murmured, peeking over the top of his head to - for a moment - look Jonah straight in the eye. He thought he saw a shadow of a smile grace his lips - but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. He wanted to see the boy smile, with the same unrestrained glee that all children deserve.

“And what’s Fluffy’s favourite color?”

“Purple.”

“Oh yeah? He has good taste.”

He’d be patient. It was a skill Jonah was forced to learn over the 5 years of parenthood he’d had so far. Soothing Nellie’s cry over her scrapes and bruises, coaxing Gil to eat his vegetables, listening to them both sing the same song over and over and over again-- Rose had always had more patience than he. But he’d learned, and he wasn’t the same testy man he’d been years ago.

But he was as stubborn as ever. He’d set his mind on getting this boy to open up to him. To show him a genuine smile. To make him feel safe.

~*~

The next time Jonah visited, he found himself looking for the little boy from last time immediately. He usually came to the orphanage once a month or so, when he had a day off while Rosie worked (or they came together, but that was rarer now - they’d rather spend the day with their family). But Jonah couldn’t help himself - he was back here a week after his last visit.

He didn’t see the child, though. The thought crossed him that, with his shyness, the boy usually stayed away from visitors, and that’s why he hadn’t seen him before. But he pushed those thoughts aside for now, and took to another task - reading. The older kids were off at school, but those not quite old enough for it, but old enough to want to start reading, were delighted to have a buddy. He sat down by a boy, just about Nellie’s age, and opened the picture book he’d brought with him.

For a moment, a wave of bitterness overcame him - he should be home with his own kids right now, flipping through picture books on his lap. But he had a responsibility here, too. These kids deserved just as much love as any others. He’d shower his children in adoration the moment he came back, until the moment they drifted off to sleep. Besides - they were surely off playing with their friends at this time.

“Dog!” The boy interrupted Jonah, pointing to the word in big letters. He was just learning to read short, easy words, and the pride Jonah felt must have rivaled his own.

“Very good!” He praised, and the boy beamed, even as they continued to read it out loud.

He’d noticed then, quiet footsteps, a muffled gasp. From the corner of his eye, Jonah recognised the boy he’d been looking for, carefully hidden behind one of the bookshelves. Gilbert, too, was naturally shy, hiding behind his mother’s skirts and, when his father picked him up, hiding his face against his chest, so Jonah knew not to frighten this little boy away. Though Gil never shied away from his own parents, he knew what to do in theory. He watched him watching him for a moment, but didn’t move his head at all, and quietly savoured the feeling of the boy’s growing confidence.

It was only when the picture book was finished and the boy scampered away to play with his friends that Jonah turned and acknowledge the dark haired boy.

A smile. “How’s Fluffy doing?”

Slowly, hesitantly, the boy stepped towards Jonah, still clutching the same brown teddy tightly to his chest. “...Good.”

Single word answers, Jonah noted. But even so, he’d count this as a success. “I have a gift for Fluffy.”

He watched the boy’s eyes widen at the irrefusable offer of a gift, and then - just for a moment - curiosity seemed to overpower the hesitance he held.

“What is it?” He took a step closer, and another, and another.

“Here,” Jonah held out his hand with a small cloth pouch, “Will you open it for him?”

He nodded and took it from him with his little hand, and, shifting the teddy to fit snugly between his arm and chest, pulled on the ribbon of the pouch. He fished out a little shirt, made for a teddy bear. It was white cotton, edges embroidered in rich purple, with buttons and a bowtie to match. The boy’s eyes widened, and after a moment he held it out to Jonah, whose heart fell - was he giving it back? did he not like it? - until he realised he was holding out his teddy as well.

“Can you put it on?” He asked shyly, and a moment later, as if remembering himself, added - “Please.”

“Of course.” Jonah’s expression softened into a smile, and he took both items from the child. He took off the old shirt, which was practically falling apart in his hands, and expertly dressed the teddy again, deft fingers buttoning it up and tying a neat bow beneath his collar.

And as the boy took Fluffy back into his arms, he turned to Jonah and nearly blinded him with the brilliant smile he wore. “Thank you, mister.”

It was as bright a smile as his brother’s, as his wife’s, as his daughter’s and son’s. Its warmth seemed to melt away, if only a little bit, the cold exterior on the boy. A ray of sunshine tugging him out of his shyness. For a moment, Jonah was rendered speechless. It was almost jarring to see this joyful expression, from however simple means, on a face that had been so desolate before. This was exactly the sort of expression a child should be wearing, he thought. And so, he’d try again--

“What’s your name?”

“Noah.”

“Noah,” he repeated. A good name. It fit him. “Would you like to read with me?”

~*~

“Rosie,” Jonah began one day, about two weeks later, as they were getting ready for bed. Nellie and Gil were long asleep in their own rooms, exhausted from a full day of playing and following Laurel around like puppies. “Do you still want to adopt?”

She was braiding her hair for the night, and stopped halfway to turn to glance at her husband. Her expression - borderline dangerous, as if tensing in anticipation to fight him. Okay, maybe he should have worded that a bit differently - he knew exactly what she was thinking.

“I do.”

They talked about it since before they were married. Rosemary had insisted from the very beginning that she had the intention to adopt at least once, and if he didn’t agree - they just wouldn’t work out. She’d been very clear on that. It hadn’t been the easiest conversation, way back then.

Jonah had told her about how he and his brother were bullied mercilessly, just for being pretty; he couldn’t imagine what torments a child adopted into the Clemence family would have to face. He didn’t want to put anyone through that, ever. Not if he could prevent it. But no matter how protective, no matter how vigilant, he knew that they as parents would only be able to do so much. It would be unfair to the child, to take them in, knowing what difficulties awaited.

But Rosie had insisted, and said that she’d have been willing to go through that, so why not try? A loving family, no matter the other difficulties, was better than no family. And so they compromised. They would adopt. But not as their first child, for the added burden of Queen (and all the bureaucracy surrounding it) would be far too much for anyone to handle, at least in this generation. But an adoption nonetheless.

And then she’d gotten pregnant, with Nellie, half a year after their wedding. Gilbert came two years after her. She was almost six, and he just turned four. And - they were expecting another child now. Rosie was just barely beginning to show, now in her third month.

Careful to say the right words this time, Jonah walked over to his wife, leaning down to press a kiss against her cheek. “In that case, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

#ikemen revolution #jonah clemence #ikerev jonah #ikerev #oc #i love family fluff #jonahs gonna be such a great dad #proud #spoil his kids #shower them in love every single day #i'll set up proper oc profiles for my babies soon i promise #if anyone's interested at all lol

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justaramblingromantic · 6 years ago

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Thriller Night

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou, Tsukasa Eishi, Tsukasa Hi’en (OC), Tsukasa Chouko (OC)/EiRin

Type: Canon-divergent AU, Post-series, Peerless-verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 4022

A/N #01: Tsukasa!Family shenanigans: Halloween Special! It’s the spookiest time of the year and the whole family gets ready for a frightful night out!

“Rindou, I need help-”

The redhead lifted her head by the dresser where she had been putting on the final touches for her makeup, just in time to see Eishi wander into their bedroom, fussing over the rather unusual design of his bowtie. Like her, he had already changed into his costume for the evening, and in his case, he was dressed smartly in a black pinstriped suit with a snowy white dress shirt, that which subtly emphasized his long, graceful limbs, his masculine, whipcord lean build.

He was fiddling distractedly with the black, bat shaped cravat with the long, elaborate, spindly wings as he wandered over to her, bewilderedly trying to figure out how to wear the elaborate accessory, hopefully without poking someone’s eye out in the process. Rindou set down her makeup brush after filling in the last of the details on her face…her blue face. Eishi paused briefly and did a double take once he glimpsed of her amused, impish features…that beloved, familiar expression presented in a way he had never seen before.

She stood up and did a quick, prancing pirouette for him, preening mischievously and showing off the full effect of her cheery patchwork dress and the intricate detail of her costume makeup.

“How do I look~?”

He gazed at the black needlepoint ‘stitches’ that she had penciled and shaded in along the seams of her rose tinted lips across half her cheeks as well as down one side of her face, from forehead to jaw. There were even lines of the faux amateur sutures circling the circumference of her slender neck and stretching across her slender clavicles, before disappearing down the modest neckline of her charmingly simple ragdoll dress. Dramatic black eyeshadow smudged her twinkling gold eyes and made them glow in a mesmerizing, near preternatural shade, and a coat of dark mascara over her dense lashes further accentuated that dramatic doll-like effect. Her long crimson hair fell in lustrous waves down her back. She was also powder blue from head to toe, in the spirit of keeping as true to the character that she had chosen to portray this year. More haphazard lines of needlework drawn over her arms and legs with black body paint completed the rest of her appearance, further adding to the illusion of a true ragdoll.

“…Very spooky,” he solemnly gave his verdict at last.

She grinned at his stamp of approval.

“Good! ‘Coz I’m done, so now’s your turn. Ah, don’t bother with the bow tie yet, Tsukasa! I gotta put on your face paint first~”

He mentally resigned himself for what was to come ahead. But Halloween was a once a year event, so they usually went all out and in the process he was always roped into joining the festivities. Nobody actually asked him if he wanted to be in it or not; he was just automatically included, for a very obvious, redheaded reason. He didn’t dislike all the fuss, though. Rindou always made it fun or at the very least quite entertaining. There was always something different to look forward to every year…and this time was no different.

She pulled him to sit down on the edge of the bed, and then she turned briefly back to the dresser to prepare her concoction of paints from all her little colorful pots and palettes that a visual makeup artist friend had recommended, and he got ready to become her living canvas. His only consolation was that he wasn’t the only one. The other two had turned out decently enough…though they probably wouldn’t mind too much even if she doodled prolifically all over their little faces.

“I leave myself in your capable hands.”

She snickered with a maniacal glee that wasn’t really very confidence inspiring. “Yes, please do~” She turned back to him brandishing a small tub of white paint and a clean brush.

“Now, close your eyes and be still!”

Fifteen minutes later, she finally set down her brush, took a step back, and surveyed her handiwork with satisfaction. She sighed happily.

“I’ve got the most handsome husband in the world.”

He opened his eyes cautiously and gazed upon her pleased expression. Even now, after all these years together, her easygoing, random praises still had the ability to make his heart beat a little faster.

“Why are you saying that after you painted all over my face, though.”

She smirked at his mildly exasperated query.

“’Coz you’re still the most handsome even after I’ve drawn a giant wiener on your forehead~! I’ll gladly look at this gorgeous mug for the rest of my life even if the ink never rubs away-”

“…What.”

Dawning horror quickly replaced vague bemusement, and then he moved so quickly to the mirror to verify the authenticity of her statement, he practically teleported. She burst into laughter at that priceless expression on his face. She also hadn’t seen him move that fast ever since that time Chouko suddenly professed the urge to potty when they were at the beach and the nearest restroom was a good half a kilometer away.

There were no wieners to be found, however.

She peeped over from his shoulder, appearing in the mirror innocuously beside his reflection, mirth reflected in her bright gaze. “Trick or treat!” she chirped, laughter still evident in the lilt of her voice. He met her eyes through the mirror with chagrin.

“Rindou…”

There were no penile-shaped anything drawn on his bone white face… No, literally – his lean, angular face was now bone white. Eishi blinked. He paused again to study himself. His new eerily alabaster complexion extended all the way down past the neckline of his equally white shirt. The only other contrasting color on his pallid appearance were the black face paint that were carefully smudged over the hollows of his lavender eyes. A grotesque, jagged line of black also ran across the seam of his pale lips and over half the length of his cheeks, painting a faint, ghostly smile on his face.

He looked grimly…dashing…in a ghoulish, macabre sort of way. Even his hair seemed to compliment his entire appearance.

She poked his shoulder with one finger to regain his attention, grinning faintly. “Now we fix your bow tie and then we’re ready to get this party started.”

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“Adorable offspring, time to go~!”

Rindou stood with her arms akimbo and hollered cheerily down the hallway. It didn’t take long before she heard the muffled response from the two youngest ones in the family.

“Coming!!”

“‘Kay-”

She turned back to the living room where Eishi was just tugging on a pair of gloves to complete his costume. The articles in question made his graceful, adroit hands look downright skeletal – the back of the black gloves were embedded with pieces of faux finger bones for a creepily authentic 3D effect.

Pitter pattering footsteps thumped down the hallway not too long after.

“Chou, please don’t run,” the little girl’s father rebuked absently just as she popped into view. Chouko skidded comically to a stop when she saw her male parent, her lavender eyes wide, her mouth falling open with amazement at his cool, debonair appearance.

“Papa…?”

The seven year old still looked visibly surprised by her stunning discovery, as if she had just learned something new and bewilderingly unexpected. “…Papa is…handsome?”

Rindou snickered at her daughter’s innocent proclamation, whereas Eishi was trying not to sigh. Next time anyone remarked upon his ‘astonishingly modest and down-to-earth’ character, he would be sure to give due credit to his family, namely his wife and daughter in particular for their exceptional ego-deflating ability.

His only other ally in this family plodded into view then, as usual looking like he had just been disturbed from a nap, even when Eishi knew that was not the case. Like his sister, he, too, paused briefly when he saw his father. Slit pupiled gold eyes gleamed with interest and appreciation.

“Awesome costume, tou-chan,” the younger redhead remarked. The nine year old was at the age where things like the undead, zombies and skeletons were extremely exciting subjects to explore and think about.

Meanwhile, Chouko had wandered up to him and was tugging at his pants. When Eishi looked down, she raised her arms expectantly, wanting to be picked up. She was starting to become a bit too big to be carried around, but no one seemed to have shared that memo with her doting papa, who unhesitatingly lifted her and held her in his arms readily enough. If anything, Eishi was acutely aware that it would not be too long now before Chouko herself would no longer want to be coddled like that ever again, so he might as well make the most of it until that time inevitable crept upon them.

Small hands patted his cheeks affectionately, and lavender eyes the exact shade as his own peered at him. “Papa is sooo cool,” Chouko declared with a firm nod after a solemn inspection of his newly upgraded features. It was amazing what a bit of (costume) makeup could do, isn’t it. Eishi could not help but feel his chest puff up a little at his mini lookalike’s heartfelt praise. In a few years’ time, Chouko might likely revise her opinion when it came to her parent’s level of ‘coolness,’ but for now her father was more than happy to take that compliment.

“Thank you, Chou.”

“Is Chou-chan not afraid of papa when he looks like this?” Rindou asked, grinning. Chouko shook her head loyally.

“Papa is papa! Chouko’s not scared at all! Papa’s only scary at work; Izumi-nii says so!”

…What was his sous chef telling his daughter now, Eishi wondered exasperatedly. Rindou was less reserved; she burst into laughter again.

“That Kenjiru always was a funny one, huh,” she chortled merrily. “No wonder you like him so much, Tsukasa.”

“…I never said that.”

“No, of course you didn’t~” But she could tell all the same, when he found people he genuinely enjoyed working with. He was more reserved now when it came to letting people in too close, compared to back when they were still in Tootsuki, in the sobering aftermath of all that went down with Central and Nakiri Azami. There was a distinct line between professional respect and friendship, and Eishi was careful never to mistake one for the other again.

As such, anyone in the same field who could exasperate Eishi to the point of breaking that glass wall by sheer personality alone was perfectly alright in her books. Heaven knew that Eishi certainly needed more interesting characters to spice up his daily life.

Hi’en pressed into Rindou’s side, content to be silent and let his family’s conversation flow over him like a warm, fuzzy blanket. Sometimes, it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention to anything at all, but his gaze was clear and alert as he eyed his parents and sister, and he observed all of their interactions with an astuteness and a level of comprehension that was uncannily mature for his age. Rindou rested her hand on the top of her son’s crimson hair and affectionately combed through the tousled strands. Predictably, he leaned into her touch more, and she gently ruffled his hair some more.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, puppy,” she remarked fondly. “We still need your cute face to go trick or treatin’.”

Chouko gasped loudly at the highly likely possibility of her nii-chan drooping off. She swiveled in Eishi’s arms to frown down at the older boy.

“Nii-chan, you promised no nappy until we finished trick or treatin’!” she reminded him with as much fierceness as her current gaptoothed appearance could let her. Her front center teeth had recently fallen out, making way for the adult set to grow in. She was a bit self-conscious after being teased about her missing two front teeth in class, but it was her parents’ completely unbiased opinion that her shy, lopsided smile was cute as all heck. “We’re goin’ home wit’a mountain of candy this time!”

Rindou cheered at Chouko’s ambitious agenda. “Yep, we’re gonna conquer the neighborhood and come back with the largest bounty ever!! Awesome House of Tsukasa, let’s do our best!”

“Yeahh!!!” Chouko rallied enthusiastically, wiggling to be let back down now. Her amused papa obliged. His youngest child scooched off to her brother’s side and bounced antsily on the back of her heels, eager to start.

“Let’s do the roll call before we head off!” Rindou declared. “Tsukasa family, who are we this year?”

Chouko’s hand shot up. “Me, me!! I wanna go first!” the white haired girl was more than eager to introduce her character and show off her costume.

Like her papa, her cherubic face was painted to look like a skull. Unlike Eishi, her design was less austerely gothic and more sweet and colorful, like a sugar skull. The bone white background were interspersed with bursts of flowery lavenders and dark pinks that complemented her big eyes. Cheerful, stylistic lines and curves bordered her forehead and danced across the bridge of her button nose in graceful inked outlines that randomly bloomed into florets and ferns, and tiny little black butterflies fluttered across her cheeks whimsically. A pretty ring of flowers sat upon the crown of her fluffy white hair, and she wore black tights with prints of a skeleton’s legs underneath her pastel lavender tulle princess dress with a poofy chiffon skirt.

Despite that cute cotton candy appearance, she made a comically aggressive pose. It was coincidentally the same pose that their sensei in Aikido class had taught her for throwing people.

“I’m the Pumpkin Princess, defender of Halloween! Hyahh! I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!! Whoever tries to take Halloween away, I, the Pumpkin Princess, will beat up with no mercy!”

Rindou had whipped out her phone and was happily snapping photos every which way. Chouko was also more than willing to oblige her mama, gleefully making various poses to show off her costume, pleased that her attire was being thoroughly appreciated.

“Way to go, Pumpkin Princess!!” she cheered. “Beat ‘em all up!”

Eishi gazed at his beaming wife and daughter. Usually, ‘beat ‘em all up’ was the last thing he wanted to hear when it came to his daughter’s upbringing, but in this case, it seemed appropriate. Questionably appropriate.

“Do your best tonight, Pumpkin Princess,” he added, and Chouko was so happy she was practically glowing.

“Haiii, Chouko will~!”

“You’re up next, favorite firstborn!” Rindou called.

“I’m your only firstborn, kaa-chan,” Hi’en pointed out.

“Yeah, but you’re also my most favorite firstborn~” Rindou insisted with cheeky smile.

Hi’en wanted to sigh at his mother’s noisy boisterousness, but his lips was twitching upwards on their own somehow. As per the Halloween tradition of the Tsukasa family, he started to introduce his character.

“I’m the Pumpkin Prince. I like candy and people with common sense. I dislike trouble. If you give me a treat, I’ll let you keep your brains,” he uttered calmly.

“Nii-chan, you’re so boring. You gotta be more exciting than that!” Chouko rebuked, poking her sibling in the side. Hi’en poked her back immediately, eliciting an indignant squeal of laughter from the younger girl as she danced away out of his reach.

“I’m a zombie. Have you seen energetic zombies?” he retorted. His sister stuck her tongue out at him.

The nine year old wore a black leather jacket unzipped over a tattered white shirt that had been stained with fake blood. His blue jeans were ripped and dusted with chalk at some places to give it a dirtier look. His face was pale from the white face paint and there were even darkening purplish blue bruises on there to emulate stages of decomposition. Red were smudged liberally on his chin and pallid lips to imitate blood, and there were even bits of material that had been soaked in dark crimson dye stuck to his cheek and around his mouth that looked startlingly like flecks of raw human flesh.

Hi’en had made all the costume modifications himself after searching for all the related information online, and had even insisted on carefully applying the visual makeup on his own. He was rather pleased with the overall grisly effect. Next year, he would like to try an even more challenging style.

Kaa-chan was always very encouraging and enthusiastic when it came to helping him with his exploratory projects. He had been interested in the topic of death and decomposition lately so his cool kaa-chan had brought home an actual flying fox skeleton when she came back from one of her travels the other day, and they had learned to identify the anatomy of all the parts together. That skeleton was currently mounted on his wall inside a special frame, and it was his most treasured possession at the moment. All the boys in his class were envious of his luck – they would never be allowed to bring this sort of macabre things into their houses.

When he mentioned to his parents in passing that he thought that it was interesting to study dead things, tou-chan had taken him and Chou to the natural history museum to view all the amazing exhibits and fossils displayed there one day after school. Kaa-chan had wanted to go too but she had work, and besides, random strangers sometimes liked to stop them to talk to kaa-chan and take photos with her when they all went out together, so maybe it was just as well she wasn’t able to tag along. The three of them had spent the entire afternoon wandering through the halls of the museum until closing time, exploring all the treasures and secret knowledge that the building guarded, telling of stories and factoids derived from the remains of beings that had once lived a very long, long time ago. Even Chouko who tended not to find old, dead things fascinating (unless she could eat them), had been captivated and had made tou-chan read every exhibit signage they came across aloud and explain what each meant.

His friends were wrong. He wasn’t just lucky. He also had the best parents in the world.

“I’m so proud; my ‘lil brain muncher is growing up so fast,” Rindou was saying. “I remember just not too long ago when you wouldn’t go to bed without your favorite stinky pillow and cried up a storm when your tou-chan could not take it anymore and snuck it away to wash-”

“Kaa-chan. Stop.”

Chouko was giggling so hard at her nii-chan’s quietly aghast expression that she was snorting like a little piglet. Nii-chan was usually always so laidback so it was funny to see mama ruffling his feathers so easily.

“Kaa-chan, are you recording?”

“But of course! I’ve got all the videos of you and Chou-chan in your Halloween costumes from the years you were born till present,” Rindou chirped, beaming from behind her phone and looking very proud of herself for this achievement, considering how busy both Eishi and her work schedules were. “Do you know; you were ‘bout six months old when you attended your first Halloween party? We swaddled you up real nice and snug and placed the cutest little sunflower beanie on your little head. Your tou-chan carried you around against his chest in a baby carrier. You were such a huge hit at the party – most popular baby ever…and you slept through the whole thing!”

Hi’en silently eyed his father with weary accusation at the embarrassing recollection which he had absolutely no memory of, but Eishi only shrugged. “Your mother’s idea.”

“It’s ‘coz you’re our precious little sun, En-chan!”

Hi’en could not help but feel his cheeks flushing at his mother’s happy words. He had never met anyone more openly loving than kaa-chan, and could only admit defeat before her boundless affection.

“…”

Eishi rested his hand on Hi’en’s shoulder, and squeezed subtly. He recognized that flustered expression – it showed on his own face often enough, after all.

“Mama, what ‘bout Chouko?” the seven year old demanded to know next, not to be outdone when it came to being loved by their parents. “If nii-chan is the sun, then is Chouko mama and papa’s precious little moon?”

“Yes, Chou-chan. You’re our sweet little moon~ The cutest one!”

Hi’en took his mother’s phone from her and directed the camera right back at her. It was a little embarrassing to be fussed over so much by their parents. “It’s tou-chan and your turn to do the introductions.”

His parents glanced at each other. Rindou’s lips lifted. Eishi’s head tipped to the side. It was as if the two of them were having an entire conversation even without having to speak.

Then, Eishi moved first. He sketched a slow, elegant bow before the beautiful ragdoll.

“Good evening. Jack Skellington, at your service.”

Rindou was trying not to smile at his solemnness. She lifted the skirt of her patchwork dress to her knees and returned his greeting with a proper curtsey.

“Good evening to you too, Pumpkin King.”

He straighten from his bow and met her eyes. He lifted one gloved hand towards her, quietly seeking her favor.

“…My dearest friend… my dearest Sally, if you don't mind... I'd like to join you by your side. Where we can gaze into the stars...”

A delighted grin grew on her face at his recital of a very familiar quote. She stepped towards him and took his hand, allowing him to draw her close. Their fingers entwined, and he cradled her palm against his chest. Eyes shining, she joined him to finish the rest of those words.

“…And sit together, now and forever. For it is plain, as anyone can see. We're simply meant to be.”

Chouko clapped her hands to her mouth, her shoulders quivering as she tried to contain her giggles at her parents’ acting.

“Whaddya think, kiddos? Think we can win the ‘Papa and Mama Best Couple Costume’ competition like that?” Rindou asked, still grinning, cuddled up happily against their father. The siblings exchanged a glance.

“Papa should also princess dip mama at the end!”

Eishi broke character and looked briefly dubious. “…Dip your mother? Did that happen in the movie?”

Rindou concurred. “No, I don’t think so. ‘Sides, I’m not too sure ‘bout your papa’s dipping skills…”

Eishi was vaguely offended by that. “My dipping skills are not that bad…”

“The only thing you’ve been dippin’ a lot all this time is meat in marinate, I reckon,” Rindou teased back, which of course naturally incited his competitive nature. His arm tightened around her waist.

“I’ll show you a great dip-” Without warning, he tipped her right over, as low as he could go, much to her startled shriek of laughter. She of course ended up grabbing at him for dear life, and she pulled at him so hard they ended up overcompensating-

Eishi’s eyes widened. “Rindou, stop-”

They went down in a messy tangle of limbs; Eishi barely had time to cup his palm over the back of Rindou’s head before they hit the ground. Not that she seemed to have registered his efforts to save her from a concussion; she was so amused by his spontaneity that she was still cackling her head off.

“You really suck at this dipping thing,” she was telling him in between chortles. “You need to dip me more often.”

Chouko’s cherubic face popped up on the corner of the phone screen amidst the chaos. “Nii-chan, still filming?”

“Yes…”

The graphics on the phone blurred briefly as Hi’en shifted and turned the camera around until the entire family could be seen; he and Chouko in the foreground, their parents still halfheartedly untangling themselves at the back. The youngest Tsukasa immediately made peace signs and grinned a friendly gaptoothed grin at the camera while her brother was a picture of bland placidness.

“Tou-chan, kaa-chan look over here-”

Eishi and Rindou lifted their heads just in time for Chouko to start off the countdown, their startled expressions plain as day once they realized what was going on.

“What-”

“Wait, wait-”

“One, two, three!”

“Happy Halloween!!”

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A/N #02: Soooo hard to think up another canon otp with EiRin’s coloring, but I settled on Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas in the end because if you think about it, their story is very similar to EiRin’s! The Pumpkin King who’s weary of doing the same thing over and over again and wants to experience a ‘new world,’ as well as the sweet, brave ragdoll who’s worried about her dear friend and wants to save him from his unhappiness - he recognizes her efforts and her feelings in the end, and they grow even closer together...it’s a perfect choice!! <33

Hi’en and Chouko are growing up so fast too - I feel like a nostalgic grandma all over again, lol.

#Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #Shokugeki no Soma #Tsukasa Eishi #Kobayashi Rindou #eirin #EiRin: Peerless AU #my fics #freestyle

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Birds of a Feather Chapter 6: Familiar Faces (A Prompto x OC Soulmate AU)

Chapter 5 <-/AO3/-> Chapter 7

Word count: 3,291

Hoo boy, this is a long one. But it needed to be so things would stop being so dang slow, gotta make sure this story stays interesting! From here on, some parts are going to be skipped as they’re not gonna be important to the story, and I don’t want this fic to be too long, you know? This is Katia and Prompto’s story after all, can’t let it be too cluttered. I will say that it’s kinda hard having to write the build-up to things when you really want to get to the juicy stuff, but I must control myself and get through this! Plus it’ll be that much more fun when the time for the juicy stuff does come around!

Tagging @themissimmortal, @blindbae, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @takuahijackedthetardis, and @mini-moogle-queen. I’ll gladly tag anyone who wants to keep up with future updates.

The sight of Lestallum amazed Katia. She'd never seen a place like it before. Sure, it wasn't as big as the Crown City, but compared to the sights she'd been seeing for nearly two weeks it certainly felt huge. "Wow!" she heard Prompto exclaim beside her. Turns out she wasn't the only one dazzled by the city.

"This place is pretty big." Noctis said, mirroring Katia's own thoughts.

"It sure feels that way at least." she said. She made a mental note to try and draw some stuff while she was here.

"Haven't enjoyed the city life in a while." Gladio pointed out. He wasn't wrong, the most civilization they'd encountered were outposts, Galdin, and the chocobo post. This was the first real city they'd seen since leaving Insomnia. No doubt most of them were thinking of ways they could spend their time here.

"They've even got a cable car!" Prompto shouted with excitement. Katia couldn't help but giggle, it was kinda cute when he got all excited about something.

"I think I saw an ice cream shop or something!" Katia said, her own excitement getting the best of her. Though considering how humid it felt here, ice cream was probably a good idea.

"Guess we'll have to stop by there at some point." Noctis said. The car was parked expertly, and the group stepped out. Just as Katia was preparing to step out, Prompto's hand was extended to her. He had a nervous smile that Katia met with a chuckle.

"And they say chivalry is dead." she joked, taking Prompto's hand and stepping out of the car. Once she was out, he bowed to her.

"I'm only behaving as any gentleman would." he said.

"Since when were you a gentleman?" Gladio laughed, lightly punching the smaller boy on the arm. "Enough fooling around, we gotta meet up with Iris."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Katia said, rolling her eyes. She'd only heard them mention it at least twenty times now. "So where're we meeting up with her?"

The group began to walk into the city. "She's at the Leville, let's go. We can sight-see later." Gladio said.

As they made their way to the hotel, Katia's eyes just kept wandering. There was so much to see and probably so much to do. She couldn't help but overhear people talking about the heat, the Disc of Cauthess, even just mundane things like what people were going to do after work. It reminded her of Insomnia, and how a number of people here were refugees. Once again her thoughts began to wander. What if she hadn't left the city when she did? Would she have been brought here? Could she have saved her dad? Or would she have befell the same fate as him? So many potentials, but no answers. She took a deep breath, snapping herself out of those thoughts. At least she didn't have to worry about looking for anyone she knew here.

She felt something nudge her arm, and turned to once again find Prompto by her side. "You alright there, Kat? You had a weird look on your face?" he asked, keeping his voice down so the others wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff." she said with a smile. No reason to worry Prompto when nothing was wrong.

"If you say so," he said. "So you ever met Iris before?"

"Sorta? I mean, she'd pop up sometimes when Gladio was helping me train for the Crownsguard, but I never really got to know her or anything. We've barely spoken to each other, but she seems nice. What about you?"

"Eh, pretty much the same. I know her, but not that well. She was always more interested in Noct anyway."

"Ohhhh, so she's got a crush on him? Gotta remember that for later, I need to tease him over this."

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"Oh come on, with how much he gets on our case for being close I deserve a little payback."

"Alright, if you say so. Just don't say I didn't warn you when Gladio gets on your ass over it."

"Oh please, I think I can take Gladio. I used to spar with him, remember?"

"Whatever. It's your funeral."

"Oh shut up," Katia tried to lightly punch him, but ended up hitting him hard enough that he winced and a small red spot was left on his arm. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry, Prom! Are you okay?"

"Woah, don't worry, it's nothing. I can handle much worse than that," Prompto reassured her. "It just surprised me, that's all. Plus it's the same spot Gladio hit me in, so it's probably just that. Now let's hurry. We're falling behind and I kinda wanna check out that ice cream place."

"Alright, if you're sure it's okay." Katia tried to smile as the two ran ahead slightly to catch up with the others. She suddenly felt a small pain in her own arm, but ignored it. It was probably nothing to worry about.

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"You sure you're alright, Noct?" Katia asked as they sat inside the hotel lobby.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. It was just a brief headache." Noctis insisted. But Katia wasn't having it. She knew how bad headaches could get, and the fact that it happened the same time as that earthquake did couldn't be a coincidence.

"Well don't come crying to me if it happens again. You know I don't have anything that can help with those." It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't had a single headache since she'd left Insomnia. It wasn't as if her headaches were frequent, but the fact that she hadn't had one in so long felt strange to her. Especially since it'd been a while since she'd had one at all. Not that she was complaining, but it just felt strange.

Noct opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of a girl's voice interrupted him. "Gladdy!" Standing on the stairs was a young girl, waving to the group of five eagerly. No doubt it was Iris Amicita. She ran down the remaining steps and walked over to them. "Look at you guys, holding your own out there."

Katia drowned out the conversation for a bit, feeling just a bit jealous of Gladio. He still had family to come back to, unlike the rest of them. She knew Noctis was in the same boat as her, but she didn't know about the others. She knew little about Ignis and he never spoke about his family. And Prompto, well, she knew his parents weren't exactly the kind of people who cared. If they were alive, they wouldn't tell him.

"Oh, I didn't think you were here too, Katia!" Iris addressed her directly. Katia snapped out of her thoughts, giving the girl a smirk.

"I just joined up with them yesterday," she explained. "It's a long story."

"If you say so. Let's head upstairs, you guys probably want to rest soon."

Iris lead them upstairs, taking them to an open room. It was certainly nicer than the standard motel was. Prompto looked in and saw two large beds, letting out a quiet sigh. Looks like there was gonna be another sleeping situation, and no doubt someone was ending up on the floor. He could only hope that person wouldn't end up being him, or Katia for that matter.

Two other people joined them, an old man and a child. "Jared and Talcott! Is it good to see you." Gladio said.

The young boy stood forward with confidence. "Prince Noctis! Iris is safe with me!" he declared, causing both of the girls in the room to laugh. Katia couldn't help it, it just felt too adorable how this kid was ready to protect someone so much older than him.

"Please excuse my grandson," The old man said. "He has yet to learn his manners."

"I like it." Noctis said.

"So do I," Katia added. "And I'm sure he'll do a great job of protecting Iris," The boy smiled from the praise. The two quickly left, wishing Noctis a good night's sleep before they went.

The group sat down around the room, as Noctis asked Iris just what had happened in the Crown City. Katia could only listen, the images described playing out in her mind. Iris brought up that Lady Lunafreya had been in the city, but that she'd made it out alive, at least that news report of her death had been false. She left as well, seeing that there was already enough people in the room, letting them know if they needed any more info they could ask her.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Katia said. "Who's sleeping on the floor tonight?"

The boys looked at each other, silently thinking it over. "I don't mind doing it." Gladio spoke up. For some reason it wasn't a surprise that he was okay with it.

"Well, if that's the case, I suppose we'll leave it at that," Ignis said. "We should get to bed soon, I have a feeling we have a long day ahead of us." No one disagreed, so they all got prepared to sleep.

Katia, who had once again found herself sharing a sleeping space with Prompto, couldn't get sleep to come as easy as the night before. She had a strange feeling that not just tomorrow but the next few days, were going to be long. Like something was telling her their time in Lestallum wasn't going to be all fun and games. Maybe it was the earthquake and Noct's headache from before. It hadn't felt natural at all. But the only thing she could do was wait and see what would happen.

She closed her eyes, trying to sleep and not worry about what might happen. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she felt a sudden warmth wrap around her, welcoming the cozy feeling as she did the night before.

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Just as she suspected, the next few days were anything but ordinary. After having a look around the city and doing a few nearby hunts, Talcott had told them of a sword behind a waterfall. He had been correct, as an icy cavern had held one of the royal tombs they'd been searching for. But after collecting the weapon and informing the young boy that he was correct, Noctis was hit with more headaches. And Katia was right about them not being ordinary, he said that he'd seen the Disc of Cauthess while they happened. So with that, they had all decided to go to the outlook in hopes that seeing the Disc themselves would give some answers.

As they walked there, Katia couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. Obviously what was happening to Noct wasn't right, but it was as if there was something telling her that things would go wrong. She didn't object to anything, the sooner they figured out what was wrong with Noct the better, but the bubbling anxiety was impossible for her to ignore.

It was when they reached the outlook that her anxiety reached it's peak.

"What a coincidence." A man who'd been looking at the meteor said, looking over at the group. Katia froze where she stood, only able to stare at him. His messy wine-colored hair, his heavy looking clothing that seemed old, his smooth velvet voice, it put her on edge. Despite standing in the heat of Lestallum, she felt a chill run down her spine. This man was familiar to her, she was certain of it. But she'd never seen this man before in her life, right? It couldn't have been someone she'd seen at a glance, she wouldn't be feeling so afraid if that were the case. So why was this stranger so familiar to her and why did the mere sight of him give her goosebumps?

"I'm not so sure it is." Gladio said. Wait, the guys had met him before? Then she realized, Prompto had told her about "some strange dude" who told them the boats weren't running and left them with a coin while only saying he was "a man of no consequence". Was this him? What was he doing here?

The man walked closer to them, causing Katia to back away so she was hopefully out of his line of sight. She didn't want him to notice her. "Aren't nursery rhymes curious things?" he asked.

Katia suddenly felt her left hand in a tight grip. She glanced over and saw Prompto, standing slightly in front of her. His hand was holding hers tightly, it felt more firm than he usually would. It was almost as if he was trying to protect her from this guy. Before she could say anything, he whispered to her. "I don't know why this dude's got you all freaked out, but I got your back, okay?" Katia just nodded, letting herself be calmed by the warmth of his hand.

"Like this one: 'From the deep, the Archaeon calls... Yet on deaf ears, the gods' tongue falls. The King made to kneel, in pain he crawls.'" The man continued to speak.

"So how do we keep him on his feet?" Prompto asked.

The man walked past them, and Katia could swear he had glanced at her with a smirk. Her attempts to hide from him were futile. "You need only heed the call. Visit the Archaeon and hear his plea," he instructed. "I can take you."

The last thing she wanted was to be around this man for much longer. The boys huddled together, contemplating his offer.

"We in?"

"I don't know."

"We take a ride..."

"...but watch our backs." At least she wasn't the only one who didn't trust him.

"Fair enough."

"Let's do it."

"Alright then." Katia said, not wanting to draw suspicion from the other three. Prompto could tell she didn't like this, the last thing she needed was being the one to hold them to hold them back just because she felt uncomfortable.

"I'm not one to stand on ceremony, but such an occasion calls for an introduction. Please, call me 'Ardyn'," The man said. Ardyn... Katia knew she'd heard that name before, it did little to remove her worries about him. "Come with me to the car park. That's where I left my automobile. She's a dear old thing. Pales next to your Regalia, but she's never let me down," They followed him, every word he spoke making Katia feel more on edge. Something was strange about this guy, she just couldn't figure out what it was. "So we'll take two vehicles-a convoy of sorts. Shall we?"

After making it to the cars, and Ardyn assigning Noctis as their driver, they were off to the Disc following behind Ardyn. The man had given them strict instructions not to pass him and to stay behind him, Katia didn't mind that. If it meant she wasn't near him she was perfectly happy with it. The others began talking about this being their second run-in with him, so Katia stayed silent. She just wanted this to be over with.

"What d'you think Kat?" Noctis asked, trying to involve her in their conversation.

She took a deep breath, she needed to stay composed. "If you ask me, I don't think that guy can be trusted. I don't know what he wants or why he's following us, but it can't be for good reasons. He feels really creepy." She decided not to bring up the familiarity she felt around him, they had enough questions about him as is. At least the others agreed with her on the creepiness. None of them trusted him, but he was their only way to the Disc. They had to follow him even if they didn't want to.

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This was the last situation Katia wanted to be in, though really none of them wanted to.

After stopping at an outpost along the way, Ardyn had insisted upon them staying at the caravan for the night. Together. The creepiness factors just kept growing. But he refused to move forward, leaving them with no other options. As long as he stayed away from her, Katia thought she'd be fine. But things never went according to plan it seemed.

Katia and Prompto were sitting out on the patio furniture, playing King's Knight with each other while the others were elsewhere. Prompto had insisted he stay by her side, he could tell she was freaked out and said he didn't feel safe leaving her by herself. Which had turned out to be a good decision. Ardyn walked over, taking a seat in one of the free chairs and looking at Katia. "I don't believe I saw you the last time I met these gentlemen. I believe I would've remembered a pretty face such as yours, my dear. Might I know your name?"

Katia didn't want to tell him her name, she didn't want him to know anything about her, but she had to say something. She didn't want to make her fear so obvious. "It's Katia. Katia Ferrum."

"Katia Ferrum? Interesting," Ardyn said, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "I must say, it's a rather lovely name for such a lovely lady." Was he flirting with her? Katia sure hoped not. She wasn't used to it, but compliments like that would usually leave her flustered. But coming from this mans mouth, she only felt disgust.

"Th-thanks." She managed to say. As much as she wanted to walk away, she felt that doing so would be a bad idea. If she had to deal with this creep, she was going to avoid any unnecessary conflict.

From his chair, Prompto felt a strange anger building up in his chest. He didn't dare say anything, but the way Ardyn was acting combined with Katia's clear discomfort was making him irritated. He didn't know what he was planning, but the moment he thought Katia was at risk he'd be ready to drag her inside the caravan and away from Ardyn.

"Now tell me, just what brings you here exactly?" Ardyn asked. "Clearly you must be well-acquainted with these men if you're willing to risk your life alongside them, hm?"

"They're my friends. I came along to help them out. That's all."

"Is that so? Well I'm sure you're already well aware of the risks this journey brings. But are you prepared to handle them, my dear?"

"I know what I'm doing."

"Do you? Are are you just tagging along thinking you'll find some purpose in life by doing so?"

Okay, this was enough. She was not dealing with this anymore. "That's not-" As she spoke, she felt a sharp, throbbing pain in the right side of her head. What? Why now? Why was she having a headache right now? She clutched her head, begging silently for the pain to stop.

"Kat!" Prompto shot out of his chair and ran over to her, helping her stand up. He knew exactly what was happening and knew she needed help.

"Oh my. Is there something wrong with her?" Ardyn asked nonchalantly. Almost as if he didn't care about what was happening.

"I'm fine..." Katia said as Prompto held onto her arm. "It's just a headache..."

"Kat, you're not fine. Let's get in the caravan so you can lie down. It's bad enough Noct is having headaches after all." Prompto insisted. Besides, it was a good excuse to get away from Ardyn. Not feeling like arguing, Katia slowly nodded her head and allowed Prompto to lead her inside. Ardyn continued to sit in his chair, smirking as he watched the pair leave.

"Well then, this just got much more interesting than I thought it would."

#Prompto Argentum #Prompto #Prompto x OC #Final Fantasy 15 #Final Fantasy XV #Prophet posts #Soulmate AU #Silver and Iron

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