#m; Avelyn

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Did a lil thing with OCs, lol. anyone else wanna do this? These are all my main character OCs currently (not counting D&D characters)

We go into a lot more details under the cut, and compare every OC with their Love interests so...

So, let's go into it more, we have Dragon Age first:

Marian is on perfect forehead kissing height for Merrill. Marian is a half-elf rogue, in my Medievalpunk DA2 crossover fic, where she tries to navigate all the hostilities of Kirkwall while keeping her family safe, and catching very unexpected feelings for the Dalish elf that fell into her life. Fic(s): Tender Love warms Cold Hearts (Rated E for gore, NSFW scenes are marked to skip easily)

Faith is a film student moving to Kirkwall, where she meets Merrill in her class. the fic is largely a meditation on religion, with Faith struggling to find her identity as a half-elf, and where she fits in with the Elvhen religion because of it. She was shunned by the elves in her hometown, but Merrill is very eager to make her feel included. Faith can also comfortably nestle herself under Merrill's chin, making for very comfy cuddles. Fic(s): Have Faith in Me (Rated T, does not contain violence or smut)

Cassidy appeared to me in a dream, so doesn't have a firmly rooted story yet, but towers over her girlfriends, and is very comfortable cuddling with them both piled on top of her. No fics yet

Almithara reluctantly took up the position of Inquisitor, and Sera was one of the few levities that made the job bearable for her. She fell in love quite quickly, and does anything to keep her archer safe. No fics yet, but hopefully soon.

Jane has always given everything to help others, and neglecting herself in the process. but Liara can cut through that, and recognizes the deep emotional needs inside her. Fic(s): Stolen Nights among the stars: A M rated one-shot about Liara strugglign to keep the relationship hidden from the rest of the crew Orbitting the Shadow of my Twin: A M Rated longfic, with two shepards on opposite sides.

Kate Shepard towers over both of her lovers, even if she is slightly shorter than her twin sister. She is ruthless, not holding back to obtain her goals no matter the costs. But Thane makes her see the parts of life worth loving, and Samantha reminds her that she is someone who deserves to be loved regardless of the situations she is thrust into. Fic(s): Make me forget my worries: An E rated very smutty one-shot with her emotional vulnerability around Thane. Orbitting the Shadow of my twin: A M rated longfic, with two Shepards, where Kate is forced to go after her own sister.

Demi is the main character of my original work Untethered, that I honestly think hasn't aged greatly and am tempted to rewrite. She has DID, and discovers this, and meets her headmate Avelyn around the same time she develops her crush on Jess. Fic(s): Untethered an E rated fic that, honestly, in my own opinion is too smutty and needs to be toned down. That was a masterlist of all my OCs, in case anyone is interested, I'd love to see other people's OCs, so feel free to tag me Tagging some moots now: @breadedsinner @mxkelsifer @poetikat @seraandthebees

[ascientificmagic]

"So, we're beasts huh?" Ren though about what Avelyn had said so long ago. "Is that why we end up the way we do some nights? Tearing at each other's clothes so we can get some satisfaction out of it? Or are we more than that?"

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“You’re asking like it’s a bad thing. I feel like it’s more than just nature, but so what if it’s just instinct?” Ave leaned back in her seat, the issue at hand not really phasing her. “You enjoy it. We both feel good. That’s what’s so great about being beasts. It’s simple. Way simpler than being human. That’s why we’re better than them.”

“But all you need to know is this: I’m yours, and you’re mine. It doesn’t get much simpler than that.”

[cor-ardens-archive]

I was trying not to talk too much about Mysterious Skin because reading the book was such a miserable and gut-wrenching experience. But I can’t stop thinking about one scene in particular (that also made into the movie, but the book descriptions are somehow even worse), when Avalyn calls Brian to a field and shows him a mutilated calf. I tried to exclude the passages with more obvious descriptions/implications of CSA, but the connection is still very clear. So TW: implied csa, & graphic descriptions of a dead and mutilated animal.

“The calf was dead. When I understood this, I looked at the full of its body. There was a gash in the calf’s neck, a smile wedged into its flesh. Most of the animal’s form was unharmed, but under its stomach was another cut, this one an immense gouge between its legs. The calf’s genitals had been severed.

(...)

Avalyn lifted her hand from the calf, and it landed on my own hand. “Feel this”, she said. Together, we reached toward the wound in the calf’s underside. I ran my fingers over it, feeling a meaty organ, a mass of guts that coiled around my fingers like cooked onions. “This is what’s left,” Avalyn said. “They take the sex organs away, the udders and the slits on the females, the you-know-whats on the males, even their anuses. The aliens experiment on cows, because animals can’t complain, they can’t voice themselves like humans.”

Something was building from deep inside my throat, something rising toward my mouth that could have been vomit or a scream but felt sickeningly like a fist, a fist slowly opening. Avalyn continued, her voice muted and far away, as if spoken from behind a mask: “Us, on the other hand, they can’t kill. But we have to live with the memory of what they do. And really, it’s what they do to us that’s worse.”

(...) I moved closer to the calf, shuffling my knees forward in the grass, and as I did I drew my hand from Avelyn’s. With no reason, no reason at all, I pried my fingers under one of the exposed organs, probing deeper inside the wound. The innards were bloodless, but still as damp and sloppy as sponges. They closed around my wrist, accommodating my hand. I moved farther inside the body, searching for any remaining drops of blood.

Within minutes, I was up to my elbow. I closed my eyes, and at that moment the clouds across my mind broke. Something like this, I knew, had happened before.

(...)

I lost hold on the fact I wasn’t alone, must have briefly forgotten Avalyn and Patches and the cow beside me, because I started crying. I tried to hold it, but the sob broke like glass in my throat. Avalyn held me, her arm around me as shocking as icy water. (...)

Her right hand gripped my shoulder, and then, gradually, her left hand snaked into the wound. I felt the warm slide of her skin as her fingers reached, reached slowly up, searching higher into the calf’s carcass until her fingers stopped to intertwine with mine.”

[avelynchan]

Obey me Oc: Avelyn

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General Information

Name: Avelyn Tway

Nickname: Ave

Race: Half-Human, Half-Fire Nymph

Birthday: 13th April

Zodiac: Aries

Gender: Female

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Appearance

Hair Colour: Strawberry-Blond

Eye Colour: Purple and pink gradient

Height: 168,2 cm

Weight: 70 kg

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Personality

Avelyn is a liberal minded, empathic and adventurous woman. In the beginning she seems to be retiring but knowing her more it is the polar contrary. Ave isn't disrespektful, she's very protective towards her friends. Although she loves to tease them but in a way they don't get hurt.

Avelyn gets really angry if somebody mistreat her friends but also when her friends fighting each other.

Because of ADHD many people think of her as weird. But she learned to live with it and don't get on top of that.

To be a Fire Nymph is hard for her. Other nymphs don't like her because of her clumsiness (she set for example a few forests on fire by mistake *cought cought*). She also hated her looking as nymph and that's why she pretended to be a full human after all this changed while being in Devildom...

Fears:

▪︎Spiders 😵

▪︎Suffer a loss

Likes:

▪︎Watermelon 🍉

▪︎Raccoons 🦝

▪︎Cherry blossoms 🌸

Dislikes:

▪︎Tomatoes 🍅

▪︎Shopping alone 🛒

▪︎M-A-T-H-S

Strengths:

▪︎Being Weird

▪︎Empathy

▪︎Material Arts🥊🥋

▪︎Confident

Weaknesses:

▪︎Troublemagnet

▪︎sometimes too naive

▪���ADHD

Hobbies:

▪︎Dancing

▪︎Doodling

▪︎Singing

Good Habits:

▪︎Laughs a lot

▪︎Never gives up

▪︎Respectfully

Bad Habits:

▪︎Smoking

▪︎likes Alcohol

▪︎sometimes oblivious

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✧･*ﾟirish female names

under the cut are a mix of 219 traditional and modern irish female names. names are listed in alphabetical order with my favourites in bold, just because. as always, it's a good idea to google pronunciations (some of them might surprise you!).

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A

abaigh, abigeal, adeline, agnes, aibreann, aideen, aifric, ailbe, ailene, ailis, áine, aisling, alannah, alicia, alma, aloisia, alvy, aoife, aoileann, arlise, asna, attracta, atty, aubrey, augusteen, aurnia, avelyn

B

barduv, bairbre, bedelia, bernadette, bessie, betha, bevin, blanaid, blanid, blinne, brannagh, breanne, brenna, brianna, bridget, bridie, briona, bronagh, bryna  

C

cadhla, caer, cailin, cairenn, caitlin, caley, caoimhe, caragh, cathleen, catriona, ciara, cleona, clodagh, cobhlaith, cora

D

danna, darby, darcy, darina, davina, deirdre, delaney, dervilia, dervla, dervorghil, diana, doreen, dorothy, dorren, dymphna

E

eabha, earlana, ealga, eavan, edna, edwina, eileen, eilish, eimear, einin, eithne, elva, emer, ena, enda, enid, enya, erin, etain, ethenia, ethna, etna, euna, evelyn, evin, evir, eymur

F

faife, fáinne, fallon, farrah, farvila, feena, feenawn, fenella, ferelith, fia, fiadh, fianna, fidelma, finola, finore, fiona, flann, fola

G, H, I, K, L

gael, gelace, gillian, gitta, glenna, gobnat, gormla, grace, gráinne, honora, ida, idelisa, iona, iseult, keelin, kerry, kira, kyla, kyna, laoise

M

madigan, maeve, maire, mairead, maolisa, marion, meabh, meara, meaveen, meeda, mella, meryl, minit, molly, mona, monica, moreen, morna, morrin, muirenn, muriel, myrna, mór

N, O, P, R

neala, neasa, nessa, niamh, nola, noleen, nora, noreen, nuala, onora, oona, orla, orna, pegeen, peggy, regan, regina, rinach, riona, riley, rosaleen, rossa, rose, ruari, ryanne, róisín 

S

sabina, sadhbh, saev, saoirse, searlah, shanessa, shay, sheelagh, sheema, sheenagh, sibeal, siobhan, siofra, slaney, sonya, sorcha

T, U, W, Z

tara, teagan, tierney, tríona, tualah, tullia, uainionn, uallach, uasal, ultana, whiltierna, withypol, zaira

[aevly]

‘‘ M-Morticia?... ( @skullydoods) ... V-Vicky? ... ( @kisuru ) .. A-Anyone?’‘ Sometimes Avelyn loses her teammembers, who help her through the trial. Since she’s scared of the dark.. and a killer is on the lose. she has no idea what will pop up-

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[autochthonousone]

Shadows Beyond The Wall: Leaving The Past Behind

Shana Deftarm ( @the-worst-mercenaries ) was tense, folded arms gripping in what would have been a white-knuckle death grip if her hands weren't covered. She was scowling, glaring at the wall, before looking one way and then the other as if searching the horizon for something... though it didn't appear to be there by the way her frown deepened or the way she blew out her breath in an annoyed half-groan.

Barengar Armsbreaker ( @autochthonousone ) had been out within the Shroud doing some work for the Wailers, mostly scaring off poachers from their camps, when he caught sight of a vaguely familiar looking individual on the road. Curiosity got the better of him, following the woman off the road as she made her way to overlook the Castrum. Barengar's chin lifted slightly as he closed some of the distance, a subtle grunt leaving his chest; announcing his presence.

Shana flinched, whipping her head around at the sound behind her. She narrowed her green eyes, relaxing after a moment she recognized the man that probably hadn't meant to sneak up on her. "Armsbreaker," she said with a polite nod in greeting. "Found work this far out from Ul'dah?" Shana waved a hand, motioning at the forest. "Hope the pay is worth it, Gridanians still haven't grown on me."

Barengar shrugs a single shoulder and bobs his head to the side slightly, a noncommittal gesture. A stiff grunt was quick to follow as he took a few more steps forward and shifted his gaze to look out over what it was Shana was observing. "Plucks ta be found everywhere. I ain't been ta a place that's ain't got 'em. Just takin' the work I get 'm 'ands on." He side glances toward the woman, "Take it yer not out here doin' the same though."

Shana shook her head, looking down at the ground before flicking her eyes to the wall. She sighed again, hand dropping and settling on her hips at the end of the exhale. "

"No. I've a reputation to keep as worst mercenary on the roster; can't do that if I actively go for work." Shana managed to say after cracking a half smile. She paused a moment, looking back at Barengar beore shrugging. "I was hoping to find Avelyn and Adun; just checking up on them. Its been... a while, since I saw them last. We don't usually go so long without a word between us. Adun and me, anyway."

Barengar grunted lowly at her quip, lifting his right should up so that the large axehead resting upon it slides free and finds itself plummeting into the soft soil below. The mercenary gave a firm push, securing it deep into the ground before pulling his hand away and rolling the same shoulder back. "Figure if you suspect they're stickin' there nose into the Castrum ya've got plenty ta worry about." he grumbled quietly.

Shana frowned shaking her head. "Adun's not that much of a love-struck idiot. Not yet anyway. And Avelyn wouldn't be such a fool." She shrugged, watching the same shoulder move with a quirk of her eyebrow. "I heard her say the Resistance was growing more active here, or moving... something," she waved her hand again as if pushing it aside. "I can't remember, but I thought maybe I would have found them. But they aren't here, or I just don't know how to find them."

Barengar grumbled quietly to himself for a moment before taking in a slow breath and, finally, turning his head to look directly at Shana. "Ya din't hear wrong. Seein' plenty o' Mhigan lookin' plucks snoopin' 'round the area." He dips his head to the side slightly, "S'far as I've been noticin' any'ow." He lifts a hand and rubs the stubble on one cheek, "I ain't seen those two though."

"None of them brave enough to get too close it seems." Shana said with a murmur, eyes scanning the far-off wall. Even from here it seemed large, imposing. "This is near the spot we came though," she finally said after a long moment, frowning and letting her shoulders sag. "When the Wailers found us, we spent the night over in Hawthorne hut. I keep wondering if they ever patched the hole he found/"

Barengar bobs his head from side-to-side, "Supposin' they saw ya use it? I figure they did." The man briefly flicks his gaze toward the wall before returning it to Shana, grunting, "Either they ain't brave 'nough or they ain' dumb 'nough."

"I suppose." Shana said with another sigh. She was quiet again, letting the silence stretch and drag though she didn't seem to mind it terribly. "Do you want to go back? Do you even remember what Ala Mhigo looked like before Garlemald got its claws dug in, knuckle deep?"

Barengar snorts slightly, looking away from the woman and settling it back upon the Garlean fortress. He was silent for quite sometime before he slowly lowered himself to settle down next to his earthbound axe. "No. Can't say I do want ta go back. Ain't anythin' there fer me waitin'. 'member jus' enough o' my time b'fore the Garlean plucks ta know that it weren't much nicer'n the time af'er 'em."

Shana couldn't help but crack a smile, folding her arms once again but seeming far more relaxed than the beginning of their conversation. "It's..." She dropped off after a moment, shaking her head. "Anytime sister mentions the Resistance it takes all of my self control to not run from the room," shana finished with a chuckle, though there was almost a frown set in her eyes. "... it feels almost un-Ala Mhigan to say I'd be happier staying here. I'd worry less about family."

Barengar blinked. He hadn't really expected that. So many of the Ala Mhigan's the found themselves hovering around Avelyn seemed like they had fire in their blood for marching on Gyr Abania. Once the shock of her revelation had passed Barengar simply grunted in reply. At least at first. A short moment later he looked over at her, "Ya ain't wrong ta feel that way." he grumbled, "Speakin' fr'm experience. I ain't got any desire of puttin' any more meat inta that grinder."

"We lost Ala Mhigo a long time ago." Shana continued, still frowning. The set of her jaw seemed more sad than angry, or disappointed. "But when they go to try and push the ashes back together, I won't be far behind." She sighed, smiling to herself. "But that's family. Even when I don't agree."

Barengar furrowed his brow slightly, recalling something that didn't seem to sit well with him. The man grunted with a distinct sound of discontent before looking away and out over the castrum. "Good way ta wind up six-fulms deep if ya ask me." he replied in a low tone.

Shana looked down at the man sitting to her side, curious but quiet. "True," she said after a while, before looking back at the wall like she was staring through it. "Sometimes its just better to let things be. But some can't ever seem to let go, can they?" She was smiling again, the habit she'd picked up to ease tension both in herself and those around her. "But you've done well for yourself this side, atleast. That's no small accomplishment."

Barengar grunted, tipping his head toward the woman, "Suppose so." he grunted, "Ain't no bed o' roses." The warrior's fingers drummed along his boot idly as he kept his eyes trained upon the high walls. "Takin' turns ta establish a reputation tha's meanin' anythin' an', even then, yer windin' up havin' ta filter out all the bleedin' contracts that ya ain't keen on doin'."

"Like I was sayin'," he grunted, "Ain't no lack o' scummy plucks no matter where yer endin' up."

Shana sat down, nodding. "Makes sense. Everyone think their problems are more important that someone elses'." She sat back, legs stretched out in front of her while she rested on her arms.

Barengar grunted, a touch amused, "Ain't so much that as much as it is all the contemptable work ya see gettin' throw in yer direction. Round'n the belly merchants that ain't got a damnable ounce of decency in their blood." he heaved a sigh that ended up sounded a bit like a hiss, "An' yet I'm findin' tha' preferable ta settin' m'boots down 'cross that wall 'gain. Ain't figurin' that they'd be too keen on seein' me do so either any'ow."

"It's easier to kill the beast you know than fight the ones you don't," Shana summed up quietly, looking down at her hand and pushing a few pebbles around in the dirt. "... All the people I've spoken with, they just..." She trailed off, blowing the hair out of her eyes. "They have an unreal belief that its the same way it was, 20 years ago. Or they can dig out the Garleans like they're just ticks and been establishing themselves for twenty years. That they haven't been trying to breed us out."

Barengar slowly turns his gaze over toward Shana, eyeing her quietly for a moment before a low grunt serves as a subtle sound of his agreement. "Ain't often I find m'self speakin' as I am wit'out 'avin' ta bob outta th'way o' a lashin' fist. Let'lone hearin' similar sentiments in kind." he admitted in a notably uncertain tone, "Ya ain't been this side o' the wall long, yeah?"

"Not long, no. A few moons," Shana answered with a shrug. "Adun and Avelyn are the Fists. I accepted Ala Mhigo's fall, /I was there/." She reached up and pushed the hair from her face, though it seemed more to keep her hand busy than it actually being bothersome. "I could have spent all that time over there undermining Garlemald, got caught and killed for my trouble. Or I could let the hells-damned dogs have that patch of dirt and rock, and survive." She sounded agitated, "We didn't need Ala Mhigo to retain our identities, but I suppose some of us did."

Barengar tips his head back, eyes glancing toward the sky as he mulled over Shana's words, "Ain't gonna hear contrary fr'm me." He replied in a deep rumble, "Paid my dues ta tha' so called 'Resistence'. I ain't payin' anymore." The man idly rolled his left shoulder back several times, "If'n some pluck needs a patch o' dirt to give themselves meanin' then I ain't so sure they're meant ta be long fer the world."

Shana smirked, looking over at Barengar. "Is it that bad? I visited Little Ala Mhigo once; it was painfully awkward, considering I was more interested in leaving to find more amusing venues."

Barengar bobs his head slightly, "Dependin' on who ya ask, I figure, but I ain't a fan o' them as much as they ain't a fan o' me." he shrugs his left shoulder, "I ain't about ta blame ya fer wantin' ya keep yer time there short."

"You can't help people that don't want to climb out of the gutters." Shana said quietly. "... and I got the feeling that the people in that hole were so deep into clutching old pride they're content to stay down in the mud having their pity party." She snorted, shaking her head. "Even the bloody Corpse Brigades' there to keep up the old ways and remind everyone what a disappointment they were."

Barengar clicks his tongue quietly, nodding his head along quietly, "I figure ya ain't wrong about that. C'n take a hell'va lot ta change a mind. An' that's before ya fill it wit' inklin's o' somethin' that ain't likely ta be existin' anymore." he grunted, closing his eyes briefly before opening them once more and looking over to Shana, "Ain't supposin' yer lookin' ta turn that reputation o' bein' the worst merc around are ya?"

"Maybe," Shana chuckled, turning to look fully at Barengar. "I've spent too much time just wandering around aimlessly. Its time I actually contribute. But I do favors for friends, if you ever need an extra hand. Or lance." She sighed, getting heavily up to her feet. "If I keep staring at that damned wall I'm going to go crazier than the King."

Barengar tips his head to the side, snorting at the mention of the King of Ruin. The man rolls his left shoulder back several times before reaching out to grab the handle of his land-lodged weapon with his right hand. He uses it to heave himself back to his feet and then rip it from the ground and return it to its place upon his back before turning to face Shana, "I ain't about ta ask favors but, supposin' yer lookin' fer work th’ Captain’s got m’re th’n ‘nough jobs that ain’t proper ta be handled solo." he paused a moment, glancing toward the woman, " Supposin' tha's somethin' o' interest."

Shana nodded. "Might be good to do some real work." She reached up, tying back her hair and glancing at the man. "Just grab me over the Blades' pearl. It was a good crossing paths, Barengar." She half bowed, grinning at him.

Barengar bowed his head low in return, grunting a curt farewell, "Good seein' ya too, seems. I'll be seein' ya 'round, I figure."

[ascientificmagic]

Ren's just gonna bite Avelyn, right on the neck. Is he feeling her up too? You bet he is.

@jvdicatum

Avelyn gasped and giggled and purred as she felt his teeth and hands. It always came back to this. It didn’t matter if they fought. It always seemed to her that Ren just couldn’t get enough of her. He could never stay away for long. It was hard to tell if it was habit, instinct, or genuine feelings, but things always ended like this.

“Are you still mad at me then?” she teased, stroking his cock over his pants.

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

The Coffee Shop

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by AshieApplebee

Bucky is a retired military veteran suffering from PTSD. He meets Avelyn, a headstrong entrepreneur, one day at her cafe with Steve and then everything changes. (Avengers AU)

Published on Tumblr under the same name by @quietpoeticheart

Words: 301, Chapters: 1/22, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s)

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[kinmury]

Capítulo 4

Mientras tanto en la realidad, mis amigos “me” invitan por WhatsApp a quedar donde siempre.

- Chicos, ¿y si quedamos donde siempre?, ya que es el último día que tenemos de vacaciones, vayamos a disfrutarlo al máximo. –Propone Tamara.

- Venga va, ¿por qué no? –Responde Avelyn.

- Me apunto. –Acompaña Joseph, Valey, Lax Y Xi.

- Yo iré pero no me podré quedar todo el tempo que yo quisiera ya que tengo una cena familiar a la que asistir. –Expone Keria.

- No pasa nada. –Dice Avelyn. –Tú vente todo el tiempo que puedas, luego el resto seguimos con lo que hacemos normalmente.

- Venga va –Responde Keria.

- Btw, ¿Nero vienes? –Pregunta Avelyn.

- Eso, ¿te vienes? –Le sigue Joseph.

Es en este momento en el que Dante y Vergil toman mi papel, y al parecer no lo hace para nada mal, hasta superaron mis espectativas y todo. Con esto me refiero que a todo lo que vaya a hacer a continuación son respuestas elaboradas por Vergil y/o Dante que son identicas a las que diría yo.

- Por supuesto que asistiré. ¿A qué hora? –Pregunté.

- Pues… ya que estamos todos libres, ¿por qué no aprovechamos al máximo y quedamos como a las 4? –Propone Tamara.

- Estoy de acuerdo. ¿Y dónde será el punto de encuentro? –Pregunté.

- Propongo que sea enfrente del Renfe, así de paso damos un paseo todos juntos y pasamos por el chino. –Propone, esta vez, Keria.

- Afirmativo, allí nos veremos. –Concluí.

- Sí, me parece bien. –Contestan el resto del grupo.

Pero, Joseph, al ver mis respuestas escritas, se quedó un poco extrañado, ya que estaba escrita de una forma demasiado “formal”, hasta para mí. Fue entonces cuando escribió…

- Oye Nero, ¿Y esa formalidad? –Me pregunto con ironía, con el objetivo de fastidiarme, como viene ser de costumbre.

- ¿Por? ¿Hay algún problema el que intente ser más educado? –Contradecía.

- No, no es eso. Es que no sueles ser tan “formal” como la mayoría de las veces. –Responde Joseph.

- Nah, son solo imaginaciones tuyas. –Respondí. –En fin, nos vemos dentro de 2 horas. –Concluí, ya que “tenía” hambre, y estaba de camino a la cocina a comer.

- Si venga, que me tengo que ir a comer. –Me siguió Avelyn, Valey y Tamara.

- Chao. –Respondieron el resto.

Con esto yo me fui a comer. Lo que tocaba hoy era algo delicioso. ¡Macarrones! Una de mis comidas preferidas.

Después de haber comido, me fui a mi habitación a ver si habían puesto algo más por el grupo. Y da la casualidad de que sí.

- Oye chicos, y si jugamos al juego de tirarnos bolas de agua. –Propuso con picardía Tamara.

- Nah, te mojas, y como que paso de tener que irme a cambiar luego. –Se queja Avelyn.

- Venga Avelyn, que por una vez no pasa nada. Además, yo puedo absorber toda el agua de cualquier superficie, secándolo del todo. –Comentó Xi, intentando convencer al resto.

- En ese caso sí. –Responde Avelyn.

- Pero vamos a tener que traer ropa corta. –Se queja Joseph. –Yo que tenía pensado en llevarme pantalones largos.

- Oh vamos, por una vez no te vas a morir. –Responde Valey. –Que yo también tenía pensado en venir de otra forma, pero como ves, yo también tendré que ir en pantalones cortos.

- Vale, vale, perdona XD. –Responde Joseph.

- Bueno, ya podemos ir yendo de camino al coliseo. –Concluye Tamara.

- Cierto, Adiós. –Responden el resto.

Al parecer esta conversación se había llevado a cabo hace unos 2 minutos. La verdad, al saber que teníamos a Xi para absorbernos el agua, iré como siempre iba. Y por casualidad, era la única forma que tenía que ir si debía seguir las normas anteriormente planteadas.

Una vez termine de arreglarme, me fui. Pero antes de nada, Vergil y Dante me informan.

- Chico, escúchanos por un momento. –Me llama Dante.

- ¿Sí? ¿A qué se debe vuestra llamada? –Pregunté, parando el entrenamiento y tratando de no respirar tan agitadamente, pues en ese momento estaba entrenando.

- Tus amigos nos han invitado a quedar, y ahora estamos de camino. Vas a poder descansar por un tiempo, y divertirte con ellos. –Me informó Vergil.

- Pero, como comprenderás, es imposible darte el completo uso de tu cuerpo, vas a estar todo el rato sabiendo que está pasando, pero las acciones las realizaremos nosotros, y tú nos vas informando de lo que quieras hacer. –Me dijo Dante.

- Lo entiendo, pero al menos podré pasar un tiempo con mis amigos antes de empezar el instituto. –Me alegré yo.

Sin más preámbulos, nos pusimos de camino hacia el coliseo. Pero cuando nos íbamos acercando al lugar de encuentro, Vergil sintió una extraña fuerza, y de inmediato hico un portal llevándonos a lo alto del edificio que estaba al lado de nosotros.

- Noto una extraña fuerza proveniente del círculo que se encuentra en frente del coliseo. –Informa Vergil.

- ¿En la rotonda dices? –Me sorprendí. –Pero si no veo nada. Es porque aún no ha pasado nada.

- Mira, es la oportunidad perfecta para que practique fuera del Palacio Sangriento. –Dijo Dante. –Venga chico, “Lock-Out”, y ve hacia el objetivo. –Me animó Dante.

- No podemos, no está preparado. –Se negó Vergil. –Podría hacerse daño.

- En ese caso, ya que estamos en su interior, si vemos que pasa algo, tomamos el control en ese instante para salvarle, y el sigue con la pelea. –Propuso Dante.

- Además yo me siento capaz de poder vencer a lo que sea con estus puños que tengo. –Apoye a Dante.

- Mmh. –Se lo pensó un momento. –Venga va. Pero prométeme que serás precavido y no te la vas a jugar más de lo que debes. –Me amenazó Vergil.

- Tranquilo Vergil, sé cómo “Yolar”, y cuándo debo hacerlo. –Respondí

- ¿Yolar? –Me preguntaron ambos a la vez.

- Yolo es la palabra que define el acto de jugársela, y yo la transforme en un verbo para poder abreviar un poco las conversaciones.

- Aah. Buena esa chico, me gusta la idea. –Me dijo Dante.

- Aunque no es recomendable que lo uses en contextos inapropiados. –Me advirtió Vergil.

- Si, ya lo sé. No es la primera vez que uso el término. Ni la última. –Concluí la conversación riéndome.

En ese momento fue cuando me transformé. Me veía mucho mejor que en el Palacio Sangriento. 

–Eso es porque allí se te acomoda para poder entrenar mejor. –Me interrumpe Vergil en medio de mis pensamientos. –Aah vale, eso lo explica todo.                –Respondí.

Lo que no entendía es por qué seguía sin tener armas. 

- ¡A cierto! No tiene armas el chico. -Informó Dante, viendo cómo tocaba mi cintura y espalda en busca de posibles espadas o armas.

- Mmh... No puedes ir a luchar con puños así, sin más, tienes razón. Te daremos la espada “Red Queen”. -Dijo mientras hacía un gesto con su mano en el aire.

- ¡Gracias! -Dije ilusionado por tener un arma. Estuve unos segundos mirando a la nada esperando la aparición de un arma, pero no pasa nada.

- Esta en tu espalda. -Informó Vergil, viendo mi confusión.

- Ah vale. -Palpé mi espalda en busca de lo que creía que era un espada, sin resultado alguno.

- Pff, claro, sabía que se me olvidada algo. Te explico. Tus armas no son visibles y no las tiene en tu “espacio”, por así decirlo, sino que estan en una cuarta dimensión. -Explicaba Vergil.

- ¿Cuarta dimensión? ¿Te estas refiriendo a la dimensión “Bolsillo”? -Preguntó curioso.

- Precisamente. ¿Sabes hacerca de su existencia? -Se sorprendió Vergil.

- No exactamente, nuestra profesora de Física y química nos contó eso en una clase. -Respondí.

- Bueno, al grano. Lo que debes hacer es concentrarte como lo hacías para transformarte, y el arma en cuestión aparecerá. Como vas a tener más de un arma, es necesario que pienses concretamente en qué arma quieras que aparezca. Por esta vez te ayudaremos y la invocaremos por tí. -Concluyó Vergil invocando a Red Queen.

Era una espada de tamaño mediano. Un filo muy brillante con una zona que parecía de cuero al inicio del filo, que se unía al peculiar mango. Digo peculiar porque tenía una parte que es característica de las motos y bicis. Exacto, un freno.

- ¿Un freno? -Me quedé confuso de nuevo.

- No es un freno, aunque si que tiene el aspecto de uno ahora que me paro a pensarlo. -Comentó Dante.

- ¿Y si le doy que pasa? -Dije mientras lo presionaba.

Y al segundo salió una llama de gran tamaño. 

- WOW. ¡Qué me dices colega! -Me sorprendí al ver que mi espada podí lanzar llamas.

- Como habrás podido obervar. Tu espada puede lanzar llamas, aunque has lanzado una llama un tanto grande, en realidad has lanzado un 20 % de lo que puede llegar a lanzar. 

- ¡O M G! Menuda espadita que me habéis dado. -Dije sarcasticamente mientras la depositava en mi espada. Aunque desapareció al momento.

- Además de lanzar llamas, puede absorverlas y lanzarlas de nuevo. -Informó Vergil.

- Bueno saberlo. Y ahora, vamos a la rotonda.

Una vez terminado mi descubrimiento, me encaminé a comprobar esa extraña fuerza proveniente de la rotonda anteriormente mencionada.

Cuando llegué pasó algo extraordinario. Conforme me iba acercando, el cielo se nublaba y en el suelo comenzaban a aparecer crietas y, en algunas de estas grietas, salía lava por ellas.

- *FSHUUUUUUUH*

De repente surgió un gran agujero, por el cual salió lava y fuego intenso que casi me consigue dar.

- ¡NOT EVEN CLOSE BABY! -Grité notando la adrenalina que iba surgiendo en mi interior.

Estaba en un edifício que daba a la rotonda. En el medio de esta, había un gran agujero de lava incandescente por el que iban saliendo monstruos similars a los que me enfrenté en el Palacio Sangriendo y otros que no había visto antes.

Unos segundos de mirar la escena, del mismo agujero del que salieron los monstruos, salió uno muchísimo más grande. Lo primero que salió fue una cabeza de león con cuernos, seguido de un toso lleno de escamas, entre los que salía fuego y lava, y terminaba con una parte trasera de un caballo, también recubierto de dichas escamas.

Una vez que se salió del agujero, me detuve a observarlo más detalladamente. Tenía un cuerpo similar a la de un centauro, su cuerpo estaba todo sumergido en intensas llamas, y más que mitad hombre, era mitad demonio, ya que su cabeza tenía el aspecto semejante a la de un león demonio, pues tenía dos cuernos alargados. Sus brazos eras musculosos, y en uno de ellos, sostenía una gran espada hecha de rocas por la que iba saliendo su fuego.

- ¿Qué narices es eso? –Pregunté a Vergil y a Dante mentalmente.

- Ese es Berial, es un centauro mitad demonio mitad caballo. Este es peligroso, ya que tiene el poder de controlar el fuego y la lava del ifnierno, mucho mñas poderoso que el de tu mundo. –Explicó Vergil.

- Nah, no es gran cosa. Si has entrenado lo suficiente podrás ganarle sin demasiadas complicaciones. –Dijo Dante.

- Si es así, creo poder ganarle. –Dije.

- No te preocupes N, aunque aparentemente estés controlando el cuerpo, en realidad, lo estamos controlando nosotros. Tus movimientos los estás haciendo en tu mente y nosotros los reproducimos en tiempo real. –Informó Vergil.

- De acuerdo. Entonces hagámoslo. –Dije con decisión a entrar en batalla.

Fue en ese momento cuando me lancé desde lo alto del edificio en el que me encontraba, y empecé a darle golpes a Berial.

Después de varios golpes intercambiado, en los que ninguno de los dos pudimos dar al otro, me paré frente a él. Acto seguido empezó a hablar conmigo:

- ¿Quién eres?... Eres mucho más fuerte que los otros bichos a los que me enfrente. –Expone Berial.

- Mi nombre es Nero, y para que te quede claro, voy a acabar contigo. –Exclamé con fuerza.

- Ha, no te creas la gran cosa, aun no has visto nada. –Se rio él.

Al acabar la frase, de su cuerpo salió gran cantidad de fuego, que hico que su espada, no solo se recubriera de fuego, sino que también tuviera la posibilidad de lanzar ese fuego que recubría su filo.

Empezó a intentar golpearme, me lanzaba fuego de sus manos, hacía que saliera lava del suelo, con tal de darme a cualquier precio. Pero no consiguió darme en ningún momento ya que yo podía ir a unas velocidades enormes en un corto periodo de tiempo, solo impulsando con una superficie que creo yo mismo.

Tras varios intentos de darme, Berial se quedó sin fuerzas y desapareció su fuego, quedándose solo de su piel dura de negro y rojo carmesí. Fue en ese momento en el que me acerqué y le di varios duros golpes con mis brazos.

- ¿Cómo es posible? Yo soy Berial, general del ejército demoníaco. Tú eres solo un simple humano.... No... ¡NO PUEDE SER! -Empezó a gritar Berial.

- Oh oh... -Comentó Dante.

- ¡¿Cómo que “oh oh”?! -Grité en mi interior.

Justo en ese momento, Berial entra en furia.

- YO, BERIAL, VENGARÉ A LOS CAIDOS DERROTANDOTE A TÍ, DESCENDIENTE DE... -Mi cuerpo se movió solo. Vergil tomó control de mi cuerpo y golpeó, con mucha más fuerza de la que yo usaba, la mandibula del centauro.

- ¡CON QUE ESAS TENEMOS, ¿EHHH?! ¡PREPARATE PARA MORIR NERO!

Había perdido el control que me había otrgado y ahora lo estaba usando Vergil. Tomo su espada y se preparó para la batalla.

Berial, con fuerzas renovadas, se avalanzó sobre mí, pero Vergil paró la estocada con la Red Queen, sin siquiera haberse movido de posición ni variado su postura.

- Este es tu fin. -Sentenció Vergil.

- ¡¡¿¿CÓMO??!!

Vergil, utilizando el mecanismo de frenado que tenía la espada, absorvió gran parte de su fuego y, a base de estocadas, se lo iba devolviendo, debiliando más y más, dejandolo a tal punto que a duras penas podía moverse.

- ¡DESGRACIADO! ¡¿CÓMO OSAS VOLVER A ENFRENTERMA?! En su momento me obligaron a retirarme, ¡PERO ESTA VEZ NO HUIRÉ! ¡ENFRENTAME SPA...!

Justo antes de acabar su frase, Vergil le propina el gole final, haciendo que se volviese a caer en su agujero.

La lucha habá acabado, habíamos ganado. Pero Vergil parecía cansado.

- ¿Qué pasa Vergil? ¿Estas cansado? -Pregunté muy curioso, pues me estaba controlando a mí, no estaba usando su cuerpo para realizar el esfuerzo físico.

- Si... controlar a otra persona no es facil. Venga... vamonos...

Pero, justo cuando disponía a retirarme, en el cielo, iban apareciendo un conjunto de caballeros voladores, similares a los de mi entrenamiento, surcando el cielo y esparciendo terror a los ciudadanos del alrededor.

- Pero... no puedo irme ahora... -Dije mirando cómo iban a por los civiles. 

- Nero no es el momento. -Dijo Vergil ya serio. 

- Lo siento Vergil, pero no me voy a quedar de brazos cruzados.

Sin pensarmelo dos veces, tomo de nuevo las riendas de mi cuerpo y empiezo a moverme a una velocidad impresionante. No era consciente de lo rápido que iba, pero lo que síera consicnete esque iba derotando, uno a uno, los caballeros con alas con un puñetazo.

Tras derrotar a unos nueve caballeros, el resto de los caballeros se reunen enfrente mía, en el centro de la rotonda.

Aunque quería seguir luchando, estaba empezando a cansarme, aunque no haya peleado contra Berial, si sentía el cansancio fisico.

- Tienes que retirarte, ¡AHORA! -Me ordenó Vergil.

- Tranquilo Vergil. -Tranquilizó Dante. 

- ¡¿Y tú cómo uedes estar tan tranquilo?! -Preguntó aun serio Vergil.

- Mira atrás tuya chico. -Me pidió Dante.

- ¡MUEVE SI NO QUIERES SER DISPARADO! -Me gritó una voz femenina. Sin dudarlo ni un segundo, sal´te sobre una plataforma y me aparte de su zona de disparo.

Por lo visto, eran unas siete personas reunidas, dispuestas a luchar.

Y así comenzó la lucha entre os caballeros y el equipo que había aparecido de la nada.

Yo estaba expectando la batalla que estaba teniendo lugar en ese sitio cuando, un miembro del equipo, se me acerca a mí.

- ¿Quién eres y que haces aquí? No parece que seas de este lugar. –Me dijo la chica que se me había acercado. El resto del equipo ya casí había terminado con el enemigo.

Dante decidió tomar posesión de mi cuepro y librarse de la situación en la que me encontraba metido.

- No soy más que un viajero bella dama, y ahora, si me disculpa, tengo cosas que hacer. Bonsoir. -Me despedí de la chica y, aunque intentó cogerme del brazo, me lancé a la “fuga”, y digo fuga porque me escapé de lo que podría haber sido una sanción.

Me alegé una distancia prudencial, me paré en el sitio y me volteé para atrás para ver si me seguían. El grupo en sí me parecía extrañamente familiar, pero no tenía una idea clara de quienes podrían ser.

Me dispuse a retirarme y prepararme para la quedada a la que estaba por asistir.

[ao3feed-mythology]

Touch

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by The Muse (jennyhagan4)

Avelyn is beginning to feel different. Poseidon struggles with whether or not he should tell her who she really is.

Words: 1500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Empire of Our Own

Fandoms: Greek and Roman Mythology

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ποσειδων | Poseidon (Hellenistic Religion & Lore), Ἀμφιτρίτη | Amphitrite (Hellenistic Religion & Lore)

Relationships: Poseidon/Amphitrite

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Dead of Night

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by Flawed_Masterpiece

The First Order is in chaos.

Hux is still out there.

And Avelyn and Kylo have started anew.

But with the so called "capture" of the First Orders Force users; the newest Republic is an uproar. Kylo and Avelyn should be dead with the blood of hundreds on their hands. They should be tortured and then left to die for all the heartache they had caused.

Leia Organa has different plans.

Kylo and Avelyn know The First Oder like no one else; they know Hux better than anyone else. In exchange for their freedom, they must help the Resistance defeat the Order once and for all.

But a ghost from a past long ago might put a stop to that.

Words: 54, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Monsters Have Mothers Too

Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars)

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Original Female Character(s), Kylo Ren/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Kylo Ren Redemption, Kylo Ren in Love, Fluff and Mush, Original Character(s), POV Third Person, Tags Are Hard, Avelo, Kylo Ren Needs a Hug

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