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therend · 4 years ago

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Hi! Two things: firstly, I read and saved your awesome posts about Farsi endearments, thank you so much for those they were so informative and awesome!! Secondly, I was just curious if there were any names you particularly like (in general) ? Or like headcanons for the newest Carstairs baby’s name? I ask because I’m writing an AU fic centered around Alastair and Cordelia when they have more siblings, and I have too many awesome options for potential names. Like damn linguistics is beautiful haha. thank you for sharing any knowledge or input!! Have a wonderful day😊🥰❤️

Hi! thank you for your ask, you don't understand the amount of happiness it gave me. And sorry for how terribly long it took me to answer, my exams just finished and now I'm finally back to Tumblr after a long time because school sucks.

When talking about what to call a new baby, there are not only lots of different names, but different categories to choose from, and everyone has their preferences. I would name my child something related to nature (i have reblogged an amazing post about nature names with an additional long list of Persian nature names. You can check it out here, if you want.) or a name rooted in the poems of people in love, like my own name – Negar. But well, we're not talking about my choice of name, but Sona's.

We already know her taste in names. All their Persian names – Sona's, Cordelia's and Alastair's – are rooted in Shāhnāme (or The Book of Kings), which as you might know, is a long epic, and the most important source of Persian mythology. Turan is a very important land in the book (It's weird that it's actually a name but it is. I don't know why anyone would name their child or their character Turan though. Uh.) The word Katāyoun means "the queen of the world", and in Shāhnāme Katāyoun was this very wise and cool and independent queen of Persia, and she was also the mother of Esfandiār (which, as a word, means "pure creation"), a clever and hot warriors prince with daddy issues. All their names being from that book makes a lot of sense, because look at this:

In Shāhnāme, Rostam is known as the most legendary hero of – well, the world. He is wise and strong and brave, and a great warrior, and a smart strategist and a really high functioning leader. He's kind and caring and soft-hearted and patient too, when he needs to be. He's also a very sarcastic bitch, and a dumbass (though I'm the only one you'd hear this from). when talking about Persian heroes, Rostam is the first who comes to mind. He's mostly praised for being a genuinely good person, having morals, not fighting against people weaker than him and stuff like that. Rostam is basically the heart of Shāhnāme and If Sona is a descendant of him, it's understandable that she's proud of it and wants to name her children things to show their heritage.

So, here are some names from Shāhnāme (i will put a * after the ones i particularly like slkaka). i will not be telling their story, because it will make the post unnecessarily long. Just what they were famous for and their personalities.

Rostam. Well, you know this one. No one actually names their child Rostam now, but i think it used to be pretty common back in the early 20th century. The word means tall and handsome (:|).

Tahmine. The word means brave and strong. She was a princess, beautiful as a feary, and Ferdowsi (the guy who wrote Shāhnāme) says that she had a lot of knowledge on every subject that was there. She was Rostam's wife.

Sohrāb*. He is Rostam and Tahmine's only child, and has his parents' traits; so he's admired and respected by everyone. His name means young and healthy and rosy-cheeked (these names have weird meanings It's not my fault). His life was kind of a tragedy, though.

Gordāfarid*. She is just. Chef's kiss. I love her so much and she's my wife. Her name means hero or something and she's this badass warrior with long black hair and a will of iron, and when none of the men of her army had the courage to face Sohrāb, she was the only one who volunteered to fight him and he actually considered her a challenge.

Ārash*. He's another one of my favorites. He was a legendary archer who put his life in an arrow to end a war and give back his nation's dignity and sense of home. He died a hero after shooting that arrow. His name, which is a pretty common name, means glamorous.

Homā*. Another favorite. her name means blessed, and she was a monarch, who ruled Persia for 32 years of happiness and peace for all the people. And Ferdowsi describes her as an artist, and a very wise and knowledgeable person (also very beautiful because this man can't write anyone ugly).

Bijan. Some young, rebellious and adventurous boy. His name means pure, and the story of him and Manije is one of the most important love stories of Shāhnāme.

Manije. The name means beautiful and modest. her personality is kind of similar to Shakespeare's Juliet. she's fine.

Siāvash*. The name means someone with curly black hair, or someone who has a black horse. This is Rostam's adoptive son who he loved with his whole being. He raised him away from the shittiness of the palace (Siāvash was a prince) and he taught him everything he knew; and he became handsome young man with a vast knowledge of things, a good heart and good personality, and Rostam's fighting skills. He is a symbol of innocence and virtue because he was falsely accused of sexual assault, and he was forced to walk through actual fire and step out of it unharmed to prove he hasn't done wrong – by his own father. It's mythology, so he did, in fact, walk through big fires and didn't burn.

Poorān*. Another cool female monarch who bought piece and happiness to the land with her work of wisdom. Fun thing about her is that she did exist outside of Shāhnāme and ruled Persia for a period of time (her name is written as Buran or Boran though).

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cosmiceverafter · 4 years ago

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My @malexsanta Secret Santa gift for @gra-sonas 🎁🎄 I was thrilled to give you a Malex gift this year. You're one of my absolute favorites and such a dear friend. You wanted all the holiday cheer: Christmas ornaments, cookie recipe, market, and FLUFF! I hope this domestic fic truly delivers, brings joy to your holiday season, and fills your heart with warmth during the hiatus. I love you, hun! Xoxo. ❤️️💚

(PS: there's a little surprise in this fic, just for you, inspired by you)

***

Christmas Cookies & Holiday Hearts

"You know, this will be our first Christmas together. Officially."

As Michael says the words, Alex glances over at him, and his heart skips a beat. How is it that his alien still manages to take his breath away after so much time?

Alex smiles and gradually runs his fingertips up and down Michael's strong arm, feeling the smooth skin there. "You're right, even though I know you've tried to get me under a mistletoe for years."

"I mean, yeah...." Michael beams. His tan shoulders shrug as he kisses Alex's chest softly, "You aren't wrong, babe. Who could deny those luscious lips?"

Michael's fingers slowly trail up Alex's chest, which currently has imprints of his lover's glowing handprints left lovingly due to their intimacy with each other.

When he sees them, Alex knows with certainty that their love can move mountains and is capable of expanding through galaxies.

As Alex feels the calluses of Michael's hands on his body and now his lips, he closes his eyes to embrace the effect it manages to bring. It's as if a spark of electricity courses through his veins and ignites his soul. That's the only way he can explain it.

Nothing ever compares to this—what they have together in these silent moments. Alex will always cherish this peace with his loved one.

After a moment of soft loving caresses, Michael's smile disappears. Alex knows he's traveling deeper into that intelligent mind of his, the way he always seems to do these days. "But here's the thing, I want it to be special, meaningful. Christmases were never something to be excited about for me, you know? Just another shitty day."

Alex holds his breath but nods. Unfortunately, he knows precisely what Michael means. Though different, the events of their past, parallel each other in many forms worth forgetting. Alex's upbringing was painful in its way. Still, Alex wishes Michael, his sweet, brilliant alien, could have been spared the misery.

All Michael Guerin has ever wanted was a home, to feel like he belongs on this planet, and Alex wants to spend the rest of his life giving him precisely that.

"So, you've never done anything memorable during the holiday season? Not once?"

Michael raises an eyebrow as if to announce come on, but then he suddenly laughs as a memory resurfaces, "Well...there was that one time Sanders and I attempted to bake Christmas cookies for his customers."

Alex smirks as he imagines how that scene played out. A younger Michael Guerin, who was in-and-out of the foster system, and the older man with one good eye, baking in a small trailer. "And uh, how did that turn out?" Even though he can take a wild guess.

Michael shakes his head as his golden curls bounce and sway. He holds up his arm, "Badly, I have a battle scar from the process."

There is a slight white mark on the inside of Michael's arm, which looks a bit like a four-leaf clover. Alex has always wondered about it. "Damn, and here I thought that was a lucky birthmark."

"Darlin', the only good luck charm in my life is you. Never forget that." Alex feels his heart flutter in his chest at Michael's words, and Michael gently kisses Alex's forehead. But before Alex can return the sentiment, his love continues, "But yeah, Sanders' oven was old as hell at the time, and I guess no one taught me not to stick my whole damn arm right on the rack. Sanders felt awful about it. Poor guy."

"Were the cookies at least good?"

There's a sparkle in Michael's eyes as he says, "You know what? They were. I need to find that damn recipe—it has to be somewhere. Then maybe I can take the old man one, even though you are the better baker." His fingers lace together with Alex's, and Alex gives him a loving squeeze.

"You're right, I am," Alex smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows. "But I would be happy to help you. Sanders would seriously love that!"

Alex looks down at their hands still together. He is so happy that Michael now spends so much time with Walt. It is not a boss-employee type of relationship, but more of a familial one. After everything they had both been through, this progression felt natural. And if he's honest, Alex loves seeing Michael finally opening up to others, the way he does with Alex.

Michael nods and grins, "Done." His caramel eyes gaze at Alex, and he turns over to his side. "But I want new memories, too. Truthfully, besides the cookie disaster, I've never had anyone to share the holidays with."

Again, Alex knows all too deeply what he means, "I know the feeling, my love. I've always admired Christmas from a distance, and it seemed...well, always on the outside looking in." He squeezes Michael's hand tightly through the sheets once more, "I'm thankful to have you by my side. We're both on this journey together."

"Baby, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share the memories with." Michael brings the back of Alex's hand to his lips, "Always and forever."

****

The next day, Alex and Michael decide to go Christmas shopping for their friends, who were more like their found family at this point.

Roswell had turned festive overnight, and it warms Alex's heart as if he were sitting by the crackling embers.

Truthfully, he loves the magic that comes with Christmas: The twinkling lights aglow; the cheerful, upbeat, and often, repetitive music; the smiling faces of those who don't wait till the last minute to shop; the smell of cinnamon sugar baked goods; and the falling snow—when they were lucky enough to get some.

For the first time, Roswell has even set up a Christmas Market like the ones you'd see in Europe. Alex's desert town has turned into a quaint storybook village.

Somebody has strung up multicolored lights between the small buildings, with brightly colored booths, side-by-side. There are reindeer attached to strings high up in the air, and a magnificent tall Christmas tree is sparkling within the town square. Above the tree is a halo of orange lights, symbolizing their golden desert sun.

It brightens both their spirits to witness the magic created. As Alex and Michael walk around, they hear the soft holiday music surrounding them, which only rekindles their melody passion.

They travel to each booth as they look for treasures to buy for their loved ones. Alex also keeps his eyes open for something unique he can get his Michael, but nothing quite captures his glance.

"Look at this!" Michael calls in the distance. He's standing in front of a lovely booth with peppermint designs on the awning and dangling glimmering white lights.

Alex sees what Michael is holding—it's a beautiful guitar ornament. Painted on the guitar are swirls of green, blue, and black, sparkled with stars symbolizing the night sky.

"Wow..." he says in response. "It's breathtaking."

Michael winks and bumps his shoulder lightly into Alex's, "Pretty cosmic, eh?"

"I'll say," Alex agrees as his grin widens.

"It was clearly made for us," Michael acknowledges as he wraps a strong arm around Alex's waist, "I think it would be the perfect ornament for our first tree together."

Alex kisses Michael softly on the lips, "I couldn't agree more, my love."

****

"So, you have no idea what you're getting him?"

Michael looks over at Isobel feeling exhausted, not at all how he felt when shopping with Alex, "Obviously not, that's why we're here, Iz."

"Michael, Christmas is less than one week away, and we're sitting in some random store, shopping for the love of your life, and you don't have a clue about a special gift for him?"

"Yup, that sounds about right."

Isobel shakes her lengthy blond hair back-and-forth. "Have I taught you nothing over the years?"

Michael groans, "Remind me again why I asked you to come with me?"

His alien sis just shrugs, "Because I'm brilliant, and it's obvious you need me. I would even add the word 'desperately.'"

"No...I don't recall that being the reason," Michael teases as he slings his arm lovingly over her shoulders. "You just love this stuff."

"You're right, I do. It's the best holiday these humans celebrate!" They both laugh, but Isobel kisses his cheek, "Listen, deep down somewhere underneath that dirty white tee of yours, you've gotta have an inkling of what you want to get him."

Well, if he had a clue, he would know it, wouldn't he?

But then Michael freezes as he sees something across the store, "Um, wow...that was fast, but you're right, I do."

Isobel pops a hip out, "Told you so."

"Yeah, the only problem is I'm not sure how he'll react to it."

Isobel smiles genuinely, "You know your man; you always have. Go with your instinct, Michael. I mean, word around this town is that they call you a genius or something." She gives him a look as she ruffles up his curls. "But pull away from that mind for once and go with that heart of yours. I, for one, know it's a pretty damn good one."

Michael snickers but truthfully feels loved, "You could write a self-help book, you know that?"

She winks and bites her red-stained lip, "Who says I haven't already?"

"Give your brother a signed copy. He'll appreciate it."

"As if," Isobel rolls her eyes, "You know Max wouldn't read it. That poor miserable fool who I love dearly." She pauses but adds, "So, Mr. Guerin, what'll it be? You going to listen to your heart?"

Michael narrows his eyes at the prize. Already knowing the answer to her question, he decides to let his heart follow the lead.

****

"A little to the left, babe!" Michael calls out to Alex as they attempt to fit the oversized tree through the cabin door. "Darlin', my left."

They spent the evening looking for the perfect tree, as it was their official first Christmas together. However, they ended up going with a taller sparse, and lopsided pine because, truthfully, life wasn't perfect, and neither were they.

Life is what you make it, and Michael is confident they can make this tree as bright as his heart feels when he's around Alex.

"There, perfect spot by the window," Alex smiles beautifully, pulling Michael back into the present moment as he nods in agreement.

"I should've tried harder not to get it through the door, though. Those muscles of yours are worth staring at a bit longer."

"Well, hold that thought, Guerin, because I'm hungry for food at the moment," Alex replies as he wraps his arms around Michael. "I'm thinking of soup; it's chilly tonight. Maybe it'll even snow."

Michael runs his fingers on Alex's thick biceps, feeling hungry for something else, "I doubt it. The forecast didn't show it. And knowing our little city, we'll probably end up having a heatwave tomorrow."

"Hey now," Alex remarks, looking deeply into Michael's eyes, "you never can know future outcomes."

Michael smiles mischievously, "I dunno...I think your future looks pretty damn bright tonight, babe."

"Is that a promise?" Alex asks, clearly flirting back.

"Always, darlin'.'"

They lean in to share a long lingering kiss, but before it turns too heated, Michael's belly moans in betrayal. Alex pulls back as he chuckles, "Raincheck for later, okay? I'm going to start dinner. Can you set up the tree so we can decorate afterward?"

Michael glares down at his stomach for the interruption but nods, "Absolutely." He moves his fingers, "I do know how to use these hands."

Alex grins in that sexy way of his as he walks into the kitchen, "Don't I know it."

Michael loves this. He loves that he decided to take the leap of faith and move in with Alex. This cabin has become their oasis, his true home. And here with Alex, he feels like he finally has a place here on earth.

Everything they had been through, even the pain, was worth it to get to this moment. Michael can't help but feel tears form in his eyes as he feels overwhelmed in gratitude.

While Alex moves around in the kitchen, Michael cheats a bit to get the tree set up. His powers hover the pine in the air as Michael uses his hands to set up the tree stand. As he moves the small box of ornaments and lights over from the closet, Michael smiles as he hears Alex humming a new song as he cooks.

Michael wants to live here in this domestic bliss forever.

Alex brings out his home-cooked meal, and damn, Michael thinks as he eats, his man knows how to cook. After they eat the delicious soup, Michael scrubs the plates as Alex makes them each a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows, just the way Michael likes it. When the kitchen is clean, they sip on the chocolatey warmth as they string lights and decorate their tree.

"Here's our new one," Alex says as he holds their new cosmic ornament in his hand.

"That's a special one that needs to go right in front," Michael replies, as he hangs it up, hand-in-hand with Alex. "There."

Alex leans over and kisses his cheek, which warms Michael's heart. "It's perfect."

"You're perfect," Michael states as he leans his head onto Alex's shoulder. Alex slides his arm around his waist. Their movements are continuously in sync, and they are always somehow touching.

As Alex's fingers softly graze over the skin on his hip, Michael knows what kind of touch he desires right this moment, "Now, how about we curl up by the fire, and I show you just how talented my hands can be?"

"Yes, I could use the reminder," Alex responds with a slow grin.

They quickly light the fire, then Alex gives Michael the look as he pulls him towards the couch.

Being so helplessly caught up in each other, they miss the first few snowflakes that fall in Roswell.

****

It's cold out, but worth the trip. Alex gives the nod towards Michael, who taps gently on Sanders' trailer door.

Michael shifts uncomfortably, but Alex is proud of him for facing the emotions he knows his love feels inside.

After Sanders admitted to trying to adopt Michael, it indeed did something to Michael's heart. He opened up more, and Alex knew that Michael slowly realized he was always wanted and truly loved where it counted. It did something to Sanders too. Alex could almost see the young boy Walt coming through when they spoke now. There was a twinkle in his eye, and he would share memories with a smile instead of sadness.

They felt like a family.

That's why they had talked before coming to the old man's house with the cookies. There is something big that Michael wants to do, but Alex knows he's scared.

Alex is by his side the entire time.

Sanders opens the door with a smile, "Oh, Michael! Alex! Welcome! I wasn't expecting you." He shakes his shirt with a look of embarrassment.

"We wanted to surprise you!" Alex says with a grin. He shakes the old man's hand.

Sanders pats the back of his hand lightly, "I'm glad you did. Please, come in, you two. It's actually cold out."

Michael takes a big breath and follows Sanders inside.

When inside, Michael hands him the cookies, "Merry early Christmas."

"Oh! These look delicious," Sanders says admiringly.

"I'm not sure if you remember, but these are the exact cookies we made that one Christmas together."

Sanders looks up at Michael with surprise, "Truly? The... 'burn on the arm' year?"

Michael nods with a jokingly wince, "The very one."

Sanders blows out hard, "Well, it always pained me that you got burned on that damn old oven of mine, but I must say, those cookies were superb, weren't they?"

"They were, burned and all."

"And you baked these all by yourself? Uh, should I be scared?" Sanders teases with a nudge.

"Nah, I had some guidance," Michael mentions as he casually puts his arm around Alex.

Alex shrugs, "I barely helped at all. Michael here did an excellent job. I tried one, so I can promise you that you'll survive." He winks at Michael.

"Oh, phew! That's a relief," Sanders chuckles. "Michael, where did you find the recipe?"

"In the garage, it was in a wooden box on one of your shelves. The one that's slightly tilting. I remembered you putting it in there." Michael taps his head, "I'm pretty observant if you haven't already noticed."

Sanders sighs with a lopsided grin, "You get it from me, I think." He pops one in his mouth. "Wow, absolutely delicious." After he chews, he looks towards Michael with an expression of gratitude. "Well, thank you, son, this means a lot to me."

Alex knows what the word son does to Michael, its effect on him, and Michael shifts awkwardly. He looks over to Alex for reassurance, and Alex holds his hand, comforting him the best way he knows how.

His strength, after all, is linked to Michael's. They go together in every way that matters.

"That's not the only thing I brought for you," Michael whispers. He reaches into his back pocket and hands Sanders the envelope.

"Oh, a Christmas card?"

"Um, well, not exactly," Michael replies as he squeezes Alex's hand tighter.

Sanders puts on his reading glasses and switches the lights on brighter in the trailer. He opens the envelope and starts to read. The small smile on his face begins to fall, and he becomes nonplussed.

Alex acknowledges that Michael gets uncomfortable, maybe even nervous, but Alex knows that Sanders is touched.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Sanders looks up, and his eyes are full of tears. His voice comes out raspy and hoarse as he asks, "You sure? You want that?"

"More than anything," Michael responds, his voice also full of emotion. "If you'll have me, of course."

"It would be an honor, son." Sanders sets the adoption papers onto his small wooden table and pulls Michael tightly in his arms. "You've always felt like mine, anyway."

"I think my mom would be happy about this," Michael cries, letting the tears fall down his face. It's the most beautiful sight to witness, and Alex can't help but let go, too.

Sanders nods and closes his eye as he holds his son, "You know, my boy, I think she would."

****

A few days before Christmas, Alex and Michael decide to throw a little festive party at the cabin. They spent the morning stringing up lights outside, getting the drink station ready, and preparing their friend's gifts around the tree.

It was perfect.

Isobel is the first to arrive, of course, and she brings so many gifts, she can hardly get through the door, "Hello? A little help here, Michael?"

"I'm coming. I'm coming!"

Alex finishes up in the kitchen, and even though the feast smells delicious, Michael's man looks good enough to eat.

Soon after Isobel has her martini in hand, the others follow suit.

Liz and Kyle come together, hand-in-hand, and Michael prays it won't be awkward with Max. Gregory shows up, and Isobel immediately wraps her arms around him. Michael and Alex share a knowing smile, especially when she holds a mistletoe above his head. Then Maria and Mimi head inside with a few bottles of wine. With holes in the top, Rosa brings a large box inside, making Michael wonder what it is, but Arturo follows with a banana cream pie from the diner, and the rest is history. Sanders joins, of course, and Michael can't help but hug him longer than the rest. And finally, his boy Max.

Luckily everyone gets along perfectly. The group has been through so much together that they make a toast for a fresh new beginning.

Everyone at the party finally knows about the aliens being, well, aliens, and swore to protect them. The secret has bonded and united them in ways Michael never expected.

The group mingles as they sip their drinks, and Michael looks around the room at his friends and family, feeling lucky. He made a life for himself in Roswell, and as he looks towards the love of his existence, Michael knows it's time.

He takes a moment to just stare at Alex, and suddenly he's beyond grateful he listened to his heart.

Alex is the one for him. Michael now understands that this human was his reason for coming to this planet—they were written in the stars long ago, destined to be together.

This is why Michael stands up bravely, walks towards Alex, and gets down on one knee.

Michael opens the little black box he got in the store with Isobel and reveals a silvery gray tantalum band, one he knows will fit Alex perfectly.

Isobel hushes everyone down and clasps her hands together as she sends Michael a wink from across the room. Max also gives Michael an encouraging nod, which provides him with the strength he needs at that moment.

Michael stares up at the man he adores, and Alex's perfect mouth falls open. Taking his love's hand, Michael finally finds his voice, "Alex Manes, you are my whole world. When we were teens, you looked at me in music class and sparked something deep inside me; something I didn't quite understand, but it was there with me all along. And when we kissed for the first time, you woke me up to the life I had always dreamed of having. You are that dream, Alex. You are my family, and you've given me a place to call home. I have loved you from the beginning, and I'll love you to the very end." Michael takes a deep breath, "I would be the happiest alien on earth if you would yes. So please, darlin', will you marry me?"

Alex gleams as tears fill those beautiful eyes, "We truly are linked...."

"What...what do you mean?" Michael whispers, but Alex immediately joins him on the floor, kneeling in front of him.

Alex pulls out an emerald velvet box and opens it. Inside is an engraved bronze band that matches the color of Michael's eyes. He holds his breath as the rest of the world fades away. "I mean, you beat me to it even though I've had this ring since we officially got together." Alex places his hand to Michael's face and strokes his cheek gently. "I was waiting for our first Christmas together because I wanted to give us both a happy memory to erase all the bad ones. The plan was going to ask Walt for his approval, which he wholeheartedly gave." They both look at Sanders, who nods with a loving grin. "And then I'd get down on one knee in front of all our loved ones and ask if you'd continue to create this life together with me, a true home." Then Alex holds Michael's hand again, "All I can say is that I love you more than I could ever begin to put into words, and I'm asking you if you'd do me the honor in marrying me?"

Michael doesn't realize he's crying until he feels the drops land on his outstretched hand. "Oh my God, Alex...."

"Is that a yes?"

Michael laughs softly as he strokes the back of Alex's hand gently, "I believe I asked you first, darlin'."

Alex nods with a breathtaking smile, tears flickering those beautiful dark eyes, "Of course I will. A hundred times, yes!" He leans in closer to Michael, "And you?"

"That would be a hell yes, baby!" He hears a whoop from one of his friends in the background, but then Michael gets serious. "It's always been a yes for me." Michael cups Alex's face, "You're my human, Alex Manes."

"That's Alex Sanders if you don't mind."

Michael looks over at his adoptive father again, who's now wiping his eyes and positively glowing. Michael kisses Alex's lips, "I don't mind a bit."

As they finish their first engaged kiss, their friends cheer, cry, and hug them both tightly, then Isobel giggles, "Is now a good time to give you two our gift?"

"Go for it, Scooby Squad," Michael exclaims as he takes Alex's hand in his own, never wanting to let go.

Isobel looks to the room they had closed, "Okay, Rosa, bring her out!"

Michael and Alex exchange a look. Bring who out?

And before Michael can overthink it, Rosa comes out holding a beagle puppy. "It's a rescue. The shelter I volunteer at found her abandoned on the side of the road."

"We thought it would be perfect for you two, plus, remember that dinner we had a couple of weeks ago?" Isobel says as she looks towards Alex. "You practically said you were going to start looking for one. I remember you saying, 'the cabin is much too quiet, I think we need to get a dog.'"

Alex laughs and takes the small puppy into his arms, "I don't recall those were my exact words, but it doesn't matter; she's perfect."

"Lost without a family," Michael says, petting the puppy's long ears, "sounds like the two of us all right."

"You mean a found family!" Liz calls out. "Just like all of us."

Alex looks at Michael and nods. Michael smiles back, "We love her. Thank you, everyone!"

"I knew this pup would be a part of your future," Mimi exclaims, and Michael watches Alex wink at her. "She's a gentle soul. I'm happy she'll have you two."

"Best dog daddies ever," Maria smiles happily. Everyone in the room has what seems to be permanent heart-eyes. "We will miss her, though! She's been staying with us."

"Well, you know you all are welcome here anytime!" Alex says.

"What will you name her?" Gregory asks as Isobel leans back into his arms.

"How about Kyletta?" Michael laughs as he looks towards Kyle. "Kyletta Barklenti."

"Real funny, alien boy," Kyle responds, as he rolls his eyes looking reasonably amused. He looks over at the food, "How about Bagel? You seemed to be pretty obsessed with those today, Guerin. I mean, how many did you actually eat?"

"I was hungry!" Michael retorts, "You didn't bring nearly enough to share."

"Okay, okay," Alex intervenes as he shakes his head. Michael enjoys ruffling Kyle's feathers, but Michael doesn't mind the guy beneath his human annoyances. He's a good friend to Alex, making him a good man in Michael's book.

"So, what are you going to name her then?" Max asks from across the room.

"Yeah, I mean, you don't actually have to name her after a food," Kyle teases.

"No," Michael grins, "you know what, Doc? I like it. Bagel. It has that—"

"Bagel! Yes, call her Bagel. I love it!" Isobel interrupts.

"Not again..." Michael groans quietly. Isobel + anything bagel = interruptions, which is a no-go, especially when it comes to Alex.

After they finalize the name, everyone gushes over the puppy and their rings. They eat, share stories, and finish opening gifts.

The day is perfect in every way. Even on the Hallmark channel, they don't make them better than this.

Michael holds Bagel in his arm and takes a break from the crowd. He sits on the couch in the living room, and the puppy folds up into his lap, falling asleep as Michael rubs her ears.

After a moment or two, someone strokes his shoulder lightly, and he looks up to see his fiancé's beautiful face. Michael feels immensely grateful, not for the first time this holiday season.

Alex scoots in close and whispers in Michael's ear, "So, my love, would you say this Christmas is worth remembering?"

Michael pulls Alex in his arms, "Yes, darlin'. I've never been happier in my life." He takes Alex's hand with the ring and kisses it. "Our family is already growing."

"It sure is," Alex says, putting his forehead against Michael's as he strokes Bagel's soft fur.

They sit there for a while, just the three of them, with the comforting hum of loved ones surrounding them.

"Wow...Look, Michael." Michael looks out the window to see it snowing. The snowflakes fall to the ground in a swirling dance. It reminds Michael of their life together, new and old memories, coming together in a story of love.

Michael feels complete peace in his heart as Alex says, "Merry Christmas, my love."

It was merry, and their future, well, Michael knows it will be very bright as long as they always have each other.

"I love you," Michael answers.

Alex's reply is the kiss they share and would continue sharing for the rest of their days.

#malexsanta #malexsanta2020 #malex #roswell new mexico #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin

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god-of-identity · 4 years ago

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i’ve been listening to way too many creepypastas.

@irrelevant-proxy-bitch as promised, my creepypasta sona/oc origin story. hopefully it meets the standards, heh

Genesis Caveat Origin

or, How I Became a Proxy

That thing is watching me again.

I first noticed it after a particularly boring day of school. I hadn’t paid attention in most of my classes, instead opting to scroll through Tumblr, mess around on Discord, and listen to Creepypasta readings on Youtube. I’m probably failing most of my classes at this point. I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t bring myself to care about much of anything these days. Fiction is the only thing that piques my interest, those made-up worlds are so much more entertaining than the boring one I’m stuck living in. That’s probably why I like writing so much, I can create and destroy whole worlds with no consequence to me, I can control everything and nothing, and it can be as entertaining as I want it to be.

I’m getting off-track. Sorry.

I’d been ignored all day, as per usual, so when I was walking home and felt someone watching me, I was confused and more than a little curious. I normally walk at a fairly quick pace, but I slowed my steps a little when I felt I was being watched. I turned to look behind me, but no one was there. The sidewalk was empty. Actually, the whole street was empty, which is what caused my anxiety to spike. There were no people, no cars, even the storefronts looked empty. I turned back forward and picked up my pace again, walking quickly all the way home. It wasn’t until I’d reached my front door that I realized the feeling of that stare had vanished the instant I’d turned around.

Since then, I’ve felt that stare every time I walk home from school.

After the first day, I didn’t bother looking back. Something told me I wouldn’t be able to see anyone if I did. I was more than a bit creeped out by the whole thing. Why was someone spying on me? How long had they been watching me before I noticed? I was half-convinced I’d been singled out because I’m a textbook wallflower- no one at school would know if I went missing, and they definitely wouldn’t care. If someone snatched me while I was on my way to school, my parents wouldn’t find out until I was late getting home, and by then their frantic calls to the school and police wouldn’t do a thing- I’d probably be long gone.

I guess I was right about that part, heh. Just not for the reasons I thought.

. . .

I’m getting ahead of myself. Where were we? Ah, right.

It’s the seventh day of me being stared at as I’m walking home from school. For the past week, caution won out over curiosity, and instead of trying to spot whoever’s stalking me, I’ve just gotten home as fast as I can. I also made a habit of texting my parents when I leave school- they know how long it’s supposed to take me to get home, so if I get kidnapped they’ll know sooner. Same as when I head to school in the mornings, because I’ve been feeling the gaze on me then too.

I think part of me always knew it wasn’t human.

Shit, sorry. Focus.

Anyway, walking home. Seventh day in a row. Blah blah blah. Only this time, my curiosity outweighed my caution. Maybe I was just so damn bored of the life I had, that I’d do anything to mix things up. Actually, I’m sure that’s what it was. Suffice to say, as I walked down the eerily empty street, this time I slowed my steps instead of speeding them up. Then I slowly turned my head to look behind me. And saw it. The thing that was stalking me. I only caught half a second’s glance before it vanished, but that was enough. The details flashed in my mind. Tall, freakishly so. Black suit, torn sleeves. Something like tentacles raised up behind it. And the face- no face. At least not that my mind allowed me to see.

Then it vanished.

I spun back forwards and sprinted the rest of the way home.

The minute I got home I locked myself in my bedroom, drawing the curtains closed and booting up my laptop. A barely comprehensible entry in the Google search bar was autocorrected in seconds, and with a shaking hand, I moved the mouse to click on the images tab. Photoshopped pictures, fanart, and blurry photos stared back at me.

“I knew it.”

Like I mentioned at the start of this narration, I listen to a lot of creepypasta readings on Youtube. So I’m familiar with some of the stories. Laughing Jack. Jeff the Killer. Lost Silver. So many others. And of course, the one that started it all.

Slenderman.

“Holy fuck.”

I was being stalked by Slenderman. Why? And why hadn’t he killed me? I needed answers. Luckily, the internet is a magnificent place. I curled up in my swivel chair and started typing away, searching up everything I could about Slenderman and his proxies. Even the stuff I already knew, I read or listened to again. I took in as much information as possible. It’s said that knowledge is power, and for some things, the more you know, the more danger you’re in. But in this case, well. I’d seen him. He knew I’d seen him. What did I have to lose?

The next time I look at my clock, it’s nearly five in the morning. I’d done about all the research my brain could handle, even with my hyperfixations running at full throttle. More info probably wouldn’t matter anyway.

I’d made my decision, my plan.

Now, to execute it.

I empty my backpack of school supplies and pulled out a Sharpie. Lowering the felt tip to the fabric on the inside of the backpack, I let out a slow breath. With things like this, power always came from belief, at least that’s what the stories told me. I’d seen him, I knew it was real, it was all real. Now that I knew that, anything was possible. The line between fiction and reality is blurring.

As an author, it’s my job to break it.

I scribble a phrase on the inside of the backpack and capped the sharpie. Then I reach over to one of the books I’d stacked in the ‘bring with’ pile and drop it in.

The book hit the bottom of the bag and vanished.

I grin and reach in, hand passing through a cool sort of veil. I feel around, grabbing the book, and pull it out. It worked. It worked! I giggle, flapping my free hand in excitement. Pocket dimension backpack, success!! I start piling the books into it, all the stories I will carry with me. Then my sketchbooks and drawing supplies. My laptop, chargers, wallet, phone, anything I think I might potentially need. Even some of the food and drinks I’d snuck into my room. My blankets and pillow. Some clothes I’d grown attached too. Hell, let’s bring my stuffed animals and collection of keepsakes too, why not? It can all fit! I empty my shelf of little knick-knacks into the backpack. Nearly everything that I can lift in my room has gone into that pack.

Now… to wait.

7am. I make my move.

I stand in front of the mirror in my room, looking myself over. I’m wearing an outfit I wear almost every day. Grey jacket with a red upside-down heart on the chest, grey shorts with red on the edges, boots, a long red scarf, and a pair of fingerless gloves. The only difference is that now, all my clothes have been altered by my newly discovered ability. I’m calling it “author powers” because that’s the closest I can get to properly explaining it. Now, my entire ensemble is fireproof, waterproof, and much harder to cut through that ordinary cloth. My boots are much more comfortable and molded to my feet. Everything fits just right.

Oh, one more thing. I pick up the blue-light glasses I’d left on my desk. I don’t even have to write on them to alter them, but it’s a fun little gimmick so I might just keep doing it. A couple lines on the glasses, and they’re suddenly much more useful. They’ll function as sunglasses now too, as well as a night vision and heat-seeking mode. And they’ll stay on my face without falling off. I push the glasses up my nose and look back into the mirror.

I guess the function wasn’t the only thing I altered. My ability has a lot to do with intentions.

Instead of glasses, I’m wearing a black mask with turquoise lenses. The mask only covers the upper half of my face. But that’s not the only thing that’s changed. Instead of my hair being the usual dirty-blonde and down to my shoulders, it’s pink, shorter and sorta spiked up- at least that’s the best way to describe it. Not spiked, that’s too sharp. But I can’t find another word right now, so we’ll stick with it. It was a transformation I hadn’t anticipated, but one that I’m sure to keep. I grin, showing teeth sharper than normal.

“This is gonna be fun.”

I hear someone in the kitchen. My dad, getting ready for the day. It’s Saturday, so he doesn’t have work. We don’t have a foster kid at the moment, so mom will be sleeping in. And my sister is still asleep in her bedroom. Perfect.

I raise a hand, seeing the black claws that now extend from the ends of my gloves. I’d been wondering how I’d get to a knife, but I guess now I won’t need one. I tighten the straps of my backpack and step out of my bedroom.

“Heh. Time to raise hell.”

Six days later. Thirteen days since this all started.

It took me for-fucking-ever to find the mansion. Even longer to get there with the burden I’m dragging along. But here I am. It looms over me, giving off the same creepy vibe I got from my stalker. I know he’s there, and he knows I’m here. Someone will answer the door soon, I don’t even have to knock.

The smell of blood isn’t as bad as I thought. I’m glad I made my clothes stain-proof, I’d hate to have to throw away my gloves. As I’m waiting, I tap my foot idly and inspect my fingers. I have a nasty habit of biting the skin around my fingernails, which shows even with my claws. Oh, there’s blood on my claws. Not quite dry, so I just lick it off. Huh, doesn’t taste that bad either.

Someone’s moving inside. I straighten up slightly, hand dropping to my side. I nudge one of the bodies next to me with a foot, then take a half-step away when an arm flops to the ground. I look back to the door, arms crossed (carefully, to avoid cutting myself) as I wait. The door finally creaks open, revealing someone I don’t recognize. I assume it’s one of the proxies, but it’s not one that I’ve read anything about. Only one way to find out.

“You’re one of his proxies, I assume?” Even my voice is different, with the mask. I like it.

The proxy laughs. “Fuck yeah, I’m the number one proxy bitch. But you can call me Irre.” She pronounced it like ‘eerie’, which I thought was fitting.

I snort with amusement and take a moment to look the proxy up and down. She has pale blue skin, long hair that faded from black into red, and silver eyes. She’s about my height, maybe an inch shorter, with a healthier-looking build than the almost-too-skinny twig stature I see every time I look in the mirror. She even looks to be about my age too, give or take a year. She gives off a chaotic sort of presence, but in a way that’s almost difficult to perceive. I’m reminded of my school days, blending into the background. After a few people told me my stare was creepy, even though I’d just been looking at them, I didn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Apparently I had an intensity others found unsettling, but only if they noticed me. I’m reminded of that with this proxy, only with chaotic energy instead. I smile slightly. We might just get along.

“Well, nice to meet you, number one proxy bitch,” I respond with a chuckle. “Speaking of proxies. Where do I sign up? I brought a peace offering.” An idle hand gesture draws her attention to the bodies sprawled next to me. Two bodies, carved up with precise markings, and very much dead. What remains of my parents. My claws had marked them, turned their corpses into a work of art. I’d saved the blood, bagged it and put it in my backpack. I might need it later.

Irre looks the bodies over and grins. “I think you’ll fit in just fine here. Course, that’s not my decision.” She glances back at the house. “The others will get curious soon. Last chance to turn back.”

“I’m not going back. Besides, he sought me out first,” I admit. “Took me awhile to figure it out. But I’m here now.”

She nod in understanding. “In that case… what’s your name?”

I grin, showing sharp teeth. “I am Genesis Caveat.”

#creepypasta #creepypasta oc #tw death #tw blood #gen writes

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thomaslightwoodenthusiast · 5 years ago

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hello all!

as many of you know, i mentioned that i was working on a thomastair fic. well, recently i gained the confidence to finish the chapter and i finally have! i’m going to upload it here first to get some opinions, and after that it will all be going on wattpad. if you like what you read and don’t use wattpad, please let me know! without further ado, here it is;

ethereal - thomastair, ch1

Thomas Lightwood did not enjoy parties. However, he was attending this one. One of his best friends, James Herondale, was celebrating his engagement to his long term girlfriend, Cordelia Carstairs. Thomas was happy for them; of course he was. But deep down, he wanted something like what they had. A love so strong, so beautiful.

He would never comfortably get it.

"You ready then, Matthew?"

Matthew was bubbly as usual. Something about him felt slightly...off, though.

"Of course! Yes. I can't wait!"

Thomas grabbed his cousin Christopher and the three left. James was already at the Devil's Tavern with Cordelia and Anna, Thomas's other cousin. Anna had given Cordelia a dress -surprising, as Anna herself never wore them.

The celebration was to be small; The Merry Thieves, Cordelia, Anna, Tessa & Will, and Sona, Cordelia's mother. Elias Carstairs was not going to be there, as he was still 'unwell'. As for Alastair, Cordelia's permanently MIA brother, he was still not going to be there. He never was. Cordelia had been sad; she loved her brother and would have loved him to come. But there was something 'odd' about him. She'd explained it in short once before:

"I do have a brother -Alastair. I love him dearly. But none of you will ever meet him- at least it's highly unlikely. He has sworn off ever socialising with anyone other than family."

"Why?" Christopher had asked, with genuine curiosity.

"He hasn't told me exactly what it is. Until a few years ago we were close, but now he just shuts everyone out. He's always been terrified of emotions. Acting like love is a weakness. I want him to meet someone, to fall in love and be happy, but any time I ask him if he's met anyone he just replies with 'To love is to destroy'. It's like his mantra or something."

"He isn't possessed is he?" asked Matthew.

"Of course not you idiot! But he might as well be. All I know is, whatever this damn curse is I don't have it."

Thomas had become fascinated. He played around with the theory that Alastair was one of those ethereals he'd always heard about. He knew the stories, and to be honest had always wanted to meet one. None of the other Merry Thieves believed in them, so Thomas usually kept quiet.

"Guys! You're here!"

The trio of boys were immediately absorbed into hugs.

"Wouldn't want to miss it. Congrats!"

"Thank you," said Cordelia, blushing.

"Your dress is...beautiful. Where did you get it?" asked Matthew.

"Me. I gave her it," Anna responded, with a smirk. "I have them lying about my apartment. Never would wear any, but I like to keep them in case," she ended with a wink.

"ATTENTION, ATTENTION, I DEMAND YOUR ATTENTION," came a loud voice from the other end of the room. Thomas sighed and smiled when he saw who the voice belonged to.

Of course it was Magnus Bane.

"NOW THAT THE BOYS ARE HERE, I BELIEVE WE MAY BEGIN THE PARTY!" he said, ringing a bell.

"Why does he have a bell?" whispered Thomas.

"Seriously. You looked at him and the first question you asked was about a bell?" Anna replied.

She had a point. Magnus was well known for his outlandish and elaborate dress sense, and today was no exclusion. Somehow, he managed to look incredible no matter what he wore. Which in today's scenario, was a dark purple velvet jacket, some (leather?) trousers, a pair of extremely glittery boots, and a satin shirt of baby blue.

Matthew stared at him. "I can't tell whether I want to be him or be with him. I-"

"Adore him, we know. Why don't you go talk to him?" Thomas proposed.

"Absolutely not. I am not going to risk embarrassing myself, especially after the river incident with James that one time. I believe I will mingle with the ladies instead," Matthew concluded, approaching Sona. She began laughing.

"Christopher you haven't spoken a word. You okay?" asked Anna.

Christopher looked shocked someone had even spoken to him.

Even though Anna was his sister.

"I'm fine. You know I don't really like parties though. Too many people," he said, nervously laughing.

"You can stay about with me if you want?"

"No! You love partying. I don't want to be a hindrance-"

"Hindrance! Chris you're my brother! I can sacrifice one party for your sake. And besides," Anna cleared her throat, "I know all the girls here. No one interesting or single."

Christopher shrugged. He and Anna started talking to each other. Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas could see Cordelia glancing towards the opposite end of the room, and almost immediately darting towards it. Had she seen something?

Someone?

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Alastair Carstairs did not like hurting his sister. Unfortunately, he felt like he had. So that was why he went to the Devil's Tavern. He'd snuck inside through the back room, and was standing to the side, hoping to go unnoticed.

Alastair loved his sister. He was so fiercely protective of her -had been ever since childhood. So when that fateful night occurred four years ago, it had been hard for him to come around to.

Alastair thought about what had happened. Why his life was so different now. He was so scared and confused at the time -just fifteen years old. A man had come knocking at their family home door, asking for him. Sona was terrified -who was this randomer to come to her door and demand to see her son? But Alastair had woken up and had agreed to speak with him. He was tall, very very tall, Asian, and...beautiful. So beautiful. He didn't look too much older than Alastair himself, which was odd.

But the beauty.

It struck you in the face.

It was indescribable.

Alastair had recalled feeling unnaturally comfortable with this man, like he was a brother or some other male relative. He told Alastair that he was special; that there was something slightly different about him. He told him of the 'ethereals' -a community of people all across the world. They were a beautiful people. Not majorly different to normal people, but nowhere near the same. They had an immediate attractiveness that made them literally impossible to resist regardless of a person's feelings towards them. This, however, proved bad at times, and often ethereal relationships did not work out. They loved with their entire soul; if this love was not returned, their loved one was, well, it was awful really. Ethereals could have relationships with each other and they could even be with normal people if they wished. However, that was not recommended nor respected by other ethereals.

Alastair faintly recalled the man telling him how he felt about that rule/idea.

It was clear he did not like it.

But he assured Alastair that he was okay, and that he was there for him. One thing Alastair thought was unfortunate was that he couldn't remember his name- it was a unique one anyway.

As if thought became reality, Alastair returned from his daydream to see that the man he'd met all those years ago was here. At his sister's party? Odd. He thought he would've seen him again at least once if they were friends. He thought about talking to him, but he still wanted to stay unnoticed.

You can't always get what you want, though.

"Alastair?!? My brother?!"

Cordelia was standing right in front of him.

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Cordelia threw her arms around her brother, hugging him tight. "Why did you come?"

He gave her a glare, but couldn't help but smile. "I felt truly awful. I thought I would upset you, and so I snuck my way here. I still wish to remain unseen by the others, however."

Cordelia's smile faded a little. "Couldn't you meet them? Just introduce yourself? Please. Just once?"

"No. I am not quite sure they would like me anyways," he said, tailing off a little.

"Alastair. What are you afraid of?" Cordelia inquired.

For a moment he was silent.

"That man, the Asian one, he's the man who came to our house."

"Magnus Bane?"

"Yes, him. I wish I could ask him questions."

Because lord knows how many I have.

"I can bring him over if you like?" The younger girl offered.

"No," said Alastair, shaking his head. "I don't want to make anyone suspicious."

"Daisy? Where'd you go?"

"Oh, I am so sorry. That's James. I have to go. But thank you, Alastair. Thank you for coming. And hey; loosen up a little, alright?"

Alastair only smiled in response.

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Thomas was still standing chatting with Christopher and Anna, although he hadn't entirely been paying attention to the conversation. He was watching Cordelia. He could definitely see her talking to someone, but whoever she was talking to was extremely well hidden. Then he heard James call out for her, and she turned and dashed off, returning to him with a smile. He tried his best to see if he could make out a person, but it was virtually impossible.

"What's got you staring off into the distance? A pretty girl?" joked Anna.

Blood rushed to his face immediately. Thomas wished to tell Anna the truth; that he did not care for pretty girls. That he cared more about pretty boys. Anna was his cousin; and not only did he know she would support him she was also, for lack of a better word, the other way inclined.

But something was stopping him, and he wasn't quite sure what.

"I was joking, by the way, in case that's why you haven't replied," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"I- yes. I mean not as in yes I was looking at a pretty girl, I mean- actually I'm not quite sure. I'm too tired."

That was partially true, however Thomas wanted an excuse to investigate Cordelia's secret friend.

Christopher looked delighted. "If you're tired, we could leave together?"

"Oh my! Christopher, mine own brother dear, do not sound so excited to be out of my presence!"

Christopher panicked. "I didn't mean it like that!"

"I know you didn't kid. It's fine. You two leave, we'll see you tomorrow."

Thomas and Christopher left, waving to Anna. Once outside, Thomas turned to Christopher.

"Hey, there's one last thing I want to do before going back. Do you want to wait here for me, or do you wish to walk home alone?"

Christopher shrugged. "I can stay here and read."

"Are you sure? It's quite cold."

"I'll stay here for as long as I can, but if I begin to think you are taking too long I shall vacate the area and make my advances toward home and a warm bed."

Thomas laughed. He adored his family; and Christopher was no exception. He may seem odd to others, what with his obsession with science and lack of social skills, but Thomas didn't care. He and the Merry Thieves would stand up for him even if it meant losing their legs.

Thomas gave him a reassuring smile and snuck back inside the Tavern. This time, he decided to sneak in via the back in case anyone saw him entering and re-engaged him in conversation.

He certainly did not expect his chest to collide with someone's head.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know that anyone- hey!"

The boy he'd collided with shoved his way past Thomas angrily. He was significantly shorter than him, but to be fair so were the majority of people. Curious, and to be honest- slightly offended, he followed him.

He called out to him, only to be met with an intense glare and for the boy to continue walking away.

Thomas got a glimpse of his face. It wasn't much, but the glare lasted long enough for Thomas to figure out who it was. He looked incredibly similar to his sister, save that he had pitch black hair compared to her ruby red. He called out again, this time using the boy's name.

"Alastair!"

Alastair's head snapped back to face Thomas again, like a deer caught in headlights. Thomas approached him. "Hey! You're Alastair, aren't you? Cordelia's big brother?"

Alastair spoke for the first time. "I do not see why that is of any worth to you. Also, your chest collided with my head, and now it hurts."

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone would be there. I just wanted to-"

"I have no reason to be concerned with what you are about to say, so if you may allow me I shall be on my way. I have places to go and things to do and talking to a stranger is not one of them."

“Alright, no need to be rude. I'm only trying to be friendly-"

"With all due respect I don't care."

Thomas was getting frustrated. "Listen, Alastair. Your sister told us that you aren't a people person and I get that, but being unnecessarily rude is not the way to go. You could at least pretend to care about your sister-"

"You have no right to talk about me like that. You know nothing about me. I do care. I care a lot more than you think. Now, I will be taking my leave."

As Alastair turned to leave, Thomas still called out to him. "But aren't you curious who I am? Don't you at least want to know my name?"

"I know your name. I do actually talk to my sister, you know."

"Then why are you never here for her? Why do you never bother to make an effort to talk to her friends or to get to know any of us? I think you're-"

Alastair was seething. "Thomas Lightwood, I suggest you stop talking and leave me alone. You have no idea what you're speaking of and I intend to keep it that way."

Thomas changed the mood of the conversation, and spoke softly. "What are you afraid of? Why are you so scared to talk to people? Are you afraid of falling in love? Is that it?"

Alastair opened his mouth to make another snarky reply, but instead he bit his tongue.

"I'm cursed, okay?! I have this thing, this burden that was put on me when I was just fifteen. It makes me weird, and I hate it. I hate everything. All I wanted was a normal life and a normal life I did not get. Goodbye, Thomas. Enjoy the rest of your night."

In his mind, that was an answer to the question Thomas had been thinking about for several years now.

“You’re not weird. You aren’t cursed either.”

“What do you mean?”

Thomas paused, and Alastair turned to walk away.

"Ethereal," he whispered.

If Alastair was surprised Thomas had said that it did not show.

"I don't know what you think you know about me, Mr. Lightwood, but what I do know is that it's best I never see you again."

Thomas felt a small pain in his chest as Alastair finally started walking away. He was so curious about him.

And still offended. He started walking back to Christopher.

"Oh and Thomas?"

"Yes?"

"If any single one of you even thinks about hurting my sister, you'll have a spear through your neck."

Thomas raised his eyebrows.

Spears were an odd weapon choice, especially to have lying about the house.

#shadowhunters #lgbtq #thomastair #alastair x thomas #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #the last hours #chain of gold #fanfic #author #new fic #ethereal

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graphite-gotdamn-everywhere · 4 years ago

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so,, I think iss about damn time I start making myself an Arcana aaapprentice sona sorta thing or at least put down some stuff about em even though i haven't finished all routes yet. rlly I only started Asra's

Name: Fortuna (since they're a persona i thought I'd give them one of the names I use, Fortune, and change it a little.)

Pronouns: he/it/they

Age: in their mid 20s.

Sexuality: pansexual

Songs: Moscow - Autoheart || My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone || Get Cool - Stray Kids || The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy || HAHA - Lil Darkie

Physical appearance:

Fortuna is pretty damn tall, almost rivaling Muriel in height but really lanky. Their hair is naturally a whiteish blue, wavy, thick and cropped short. They have tan skin and light greyish blue eyes.

Clothing style: They enjoy baggy, flowy clothes. Most of the time they don't even bother to put shirts on, just some bandages around their torso, harem pants and then out into the world they go.

Accessories: They love jewelry and shiny stuff. Absolute sucker for it, owns at least a few dozens between necklaces, chokers, bangles, rings etc., maybe stolen maybe not... but like, who cares? If they're stolen, they're from someone who can afford a replacement.

They always wear a bandage around a side of their face. They're hiding something.

Personality:

Fortuna is outgoing, loud, sometimes overbearing and a bit too fun-loving. They're a really nice individual and have an unending reserve of love for literally everybody they meet

They absolutely hate injustice and if they feel that someone they care about has been wronged they will make sure the wrong is fixed one way or another.

If anyone asks them to take off their bandages, they will get immediately defensive and if pressured further they will lash out and run. The only one who's seen under the bandages is Asra.

Hobbies: Dancing, drawing, singing even though they're bad at it. They're getting better though! And they enjoy hanging out with any animal they find.

Familiar: A magpie!

#the arcana #oc #the arcana oc #the arcana apprentice #apprentice #Fortuna #The Fortune-Teller

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agodsmachine · 4 years ago

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Jhin leagueoflegends and Lorenz fireemblem for the ask game cause I'm exposing you

jhin, the virtuoso:

sexuality headcanon: demisexual! but good luck staying alive long enough for him to devolp feelings for you WHEEZE

gender headcanon: non-binary!!

a ship i have with said character: draven & jhin (this ship is contagious), and ashe BUT ONLY IN THE DARK COSMIC AU— i just think they look sexy together, ok? and they have history too 👀

a brotp i have with said character: none that i can think of right now!

a notp i have with said character: jhin & sona because the age gap bothers me

a random headcanon: he's pretty god damn tall for an ionian

general opinion over said character: sexy

lorenz hellman gloucester:

sexuality headcanon: bisexual

gender headcanon: trans boy!

a ship i have with said character: claude & lorenz is good, you can't change my mind

a brotp i have with said character: sylvain (and it's your fault, @sentimentalallofyou), though it's more of a love-hate relationship, hah!

a notp i have with said character: i don't remember most of the support conversations and i still need to see a lot of them but uh, i'd say anyone who's underage— or leonie, but that's more because i don't like her character

a random headcanon: he's the one to teach lysithea how to ride a horse in order for her to become a dark knight

general opinion over said character: i love you so much b uT YOU TRY ME EVERYDAY, BOY!!!

#nans speaks

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hazbincalifornia · 4 years ago

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Welcome

This is just some practice with the characters and trying to figure out Shade, my oc/sona. (She’s a slime-type shapeshifter.) I just kind of have writer’s block and figured chipping at a new fandom might help. If I do another one it’ll be meeting Alastor.

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“Hmm. Hmmm.” Lilac fingers drummed against Shade’s chin, and gooey bits of that chin stuck to those fingers as they pulled away. “I should have decided before I got here, dumb, dumb, dumb…” The harness between her breasts pulled them up as she stretched, body morphing upwards and hair shortening into a pixie cut. “Tall and skinny? Drug addict, maybe? No, Dust has that covered. I’d hate to be redundant.”

Shade paced in a circle beneath the tattered fabric of the circus tent above the front doors, body melting back to the stout, curvy woman she’d been before. “Okay. Magne was- she looked professional. Maybe she’d appreciate someone who looks nice?” A bow tie oozed out of her neck, and she pulled at it, glancing up at the hotel with all six eyes before sighing. “I just can’t know my audience on this one before I go in, and then it’s too late to change, of all the- gah!”

“Hi!” A blonde head popped out of the stain-glass doors, beaming. “What can I help you with? Are you here to check out the hotel?”

No, no no no she didn’t have a face on- but Charlie was just standing there with a slightly tilted head and bright, excited eyes... Shade sighed.

“Yes, actually.”

That noise was either an orgasming balloon or the princess being excited. Given context clues, Shade’d put her money on the latter. She didn’t have any time to think before her hand was seized and she was dragged through the front door. “Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Charlie was furiously shaking Shade’s hand, sending her whole arm flying up and down until it nearly tore at the shoulder, goo oozing all over her claws. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here- Vaggie!”

“H-hey, I didn’t know I was going to get a whole party-” Shade sputtered, but a gray demoness poked her head out from behind one of the doors. She smiled too, although it wasn’t as cheek-achingly wide as Charlie’s.

“Hey, welcome! Are you here to check in?”

Charlie still hadn’t let go of her hand, but Shade nodded. “Yeah, I just-”

“Oh, you’ll love it here! We have activity nights and special chips for sobriety for a whole bunch of different drugs, including unsafe sex!” There were cute little pink marks on her cheeks, like she was a porcelain doll, but how far her toothy smile spread was uncanny and made Shade uncomfortable the longer she stared at it.

“Right. So- how do I check in?”

“That would be with me.” The gray one (Viggle or something?) held up a clipboard.

“Isn’t Husk front desk now?” Charlie tilted her head, and Gray One’s expression fell to annoyed. She rolled her eyes (or eye, considering only one was visible) and pointed with the pen to some kind of cat-demon who was slumped over a bar with a bottle dangling loosely from his claws.

Upon following the point, Charlie winced for a moment before perking right up again. “Well, Vaggie, you know the drill. Let’s get them set up!” She rocked on her heels, hands behind her back. “The Happy Hotel will be your first and last stop on your way to redemption!”

Gray One flipped over a few pages on the clipboard before handing it to Shade. “This won’t take long to fill out, then we can get you set up in your room.” She’d started smiling again. “We really are glad to have you here. You’ll get room and board in exchange for coming to a few activities of your choice. We have some general recreation rooms of the non-sinning variety, like swimming and music, but we’ll take suggestions for whatever would make you the most comfortable.”

Shade started looking over the sheet with her main eyes while the top two looked around the lobby. There were paintings around of the Magne family and other faces she vaguely recognized. Powerful demon families, likely. From somewhere down the hall, there was the crackle of a radio.

Welcome to the Happy Hotel, your first and last stop on your way to redemption!

Huh, it must be their motto or something.

What’s your name? Shade.

Pronouns? She/her.

How long have you been dead? The current year is 2020, if it’s over 100 years, feel free to make an estimation. A couple of years. I’m pretty new, I died around 2015.

Any addictions? I picked up weed while in Hell but it’s not really an addiction since I only do it like once a week and I don’t want to drop it, it helps me relax. She tapped the pen on the clipboard. Minor sex addiction, I guess? Picked that up while down here too. Oh, internet addiction might count. That one was from when I was alive.

Did you murder anyone or were an accomplice to murder while alive? I think so, but my last day was pretty fuzzy. The first time I got drunk was the last time, might have killed my girlfriend’s awful ex. At least I haven’t met him down here. Yet. If this hotel thing works hopefully I never will, ‘cause he wasn’t going to Heaven.

Did you murder anyone or were an accomplice to murder after dying? Twice. Once was a homophobic sleazebucket and once it was self-defense.

Do you have any loved ones here in Hell, from either your previous life or met here? I’ve had a few girlfriends here, but none lasted too long. I’ve only met one guy I knew from the living world but he was a dick. There’s this kid who begs in the street corner I share doughnuts with sometimes if he shares gossip with me.

What do you think damned you, and thus you might need to work on? Shade had to think on that one, tapping the pen on the clipboard again. I dunno, if I did kill Jason, maybe that? I don’t regret it, though. I was kind of a bitch at points and I died pretty young so I didn’t have a chance to really correct any of it. I was a pretty boring bitch, though. No drug addiction, didn’t party, wrote a lot of porn. Also I broke off from the church when I was like 13, I don’t know if that matters?

Is there anything else we can do to make your stay more comfortable? Pets, favorite foods to stock ingredients for, large personal possessions you’d like relocated to your room, ect? I’ve got a cat I’d like to keep with me. I also want a do not disturb sign for the door.

She sighed, standing up and holding the clipboard to her chest. Charlie and Gray One were standing on the other side of the lobby, foreheads pressed together as they talked in harsh whispers. Gray One pecked a quick kiss on Charlie’s cheek and ran a hand over the back of her hair.

Oh. That was always nice to see- queer people and homophobes or transphobes had to mix a lot down here, so knowing Charlie and her- girlfriend maybe?- were alright was a definite load off her mind.

“You’re done?” Charlie asked, darting over to peel the clipboard out of Shade’s hands. She skimmed over it, bouncing on the tips of her toes as her eyes darted over each line. “Yep, yep, yep, okay, that’s fine.”

Gray had made her way over, and she looked over Charlie’s shoulder. “Wow, you’ll probably be a lot more managable than Angel.”

“Vaggie, we don’t discourage the guests to each other!” Charlie chastised, and Vaggie crossed her arms.

“You know I’m right.”

“...Maybe a little, but that just means he’ll be even more of a success story when we turn him around.” Charlie cleared her throat before throwing her arms around Shade. “Anyway, enough about Angel, let’s show you to your room!”

Shade squeezed her back. One step at a time.

#shadow writes stuff #shade #charlie #vaggie #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel

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admutual · 5 years ago

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any hayley or steve childhood headcanons hell add stan if thats ok!!

oo !!

hayley ones:

hayley was always bringing weird animals inside and trying to convince stan and francine to let her keep them. multiple instances of her running inside, covered in dirt, and holding a garter snake begging ‘please please can we keep her??’ while steve screams in terror.

that hc i mentioned of francine always standing up for the other kids ,, hayley inherited that trait. my god she was The Most protective kid during her school years, she absolutely refused to let anyone get walked over when she knew they didn’t deserve it.

hayley was a wolf girl growing up,, change my mind. and black wolves were always her fave.

hayley definitely read animorphs growing up. those books shaped her and her fave character was cassie,,, also once she got more comfortable with living with roger she bullied him for not looking as cool as an andalite or a hork-bajir.

hayley went through an emo phase during her middle and high school years. she tried really hard to get an emo fringe, she was always blasting mcr and the used and three days grace, and her first job was at a hot topic.

hayley and stan were obviously tight-knit buds back in the day. like ,, she’d set up tea parties for them in the backyard, going out to movies was almost a weekly activity for the two of them, they were always planning picnics together,, they were really close. also every time they went to familyland together, hayley was always trying to drag him along with her to the more Extreme rides. francine kept telling her she’d go since she knew stan wasn’t the biggest fan of those rides like she was, but hayley kept insisting and it’d always end with stan near traumatized. big cia man goes on scary missions daily but he can’t handle a little roller coaster.

hayley’s hair was . pretty often a Mess when she was young. it was staticky, always sticking up at some angle, she often got too excited that she never took the time to comb out her hair in the mornings. plus it’s always been a habit of hers to play with her hair whenever she gets too excited or nervous, so even if she got it all straightened out it’d still turn into a mess by the end of the day.

hayley was always covered in scrapes and bruises. there was never a day where she didn’t have a bandaid somewhere.

she was a really tall kid during elementary school. she was almost always the tallest kid in her class. around high school everyone outgrew her though and now she’s . really short compared to most people her age, but yeah when she was little . Tall Girl (2019).

hayley skateboarded in middle school, and she was really damn good at it. she got in loads of trouble for skateboarding on school property and she thought she was the coolest kid for doing it.

stan and francine tried really hard not to curse around hayley when she was little (once steve came around they gave up trying), but occasionally something would slip out and hayley would always parrot it. stan looking at a bill and muttering ‘shit’ and then in the living room hearing what is obviously a toddler screaming ‘SHIT’

hayley, like steve, was always kinda lonely during her school years. steve eventually found friends in snot, barry, toshi, and roger too once he moved in, but hayley never really learned proper social skills as she was often pushed away for being the loud rowdy ‘annoying’ kid, and they always viewed her attempts to try to get close to others as too ‘desperate’. she has found friends in her adulthood, but yeah during her childhood she mostly just stuck around her family.

hayley was That Kid who would always use those fake clip-on earrings you’d get from claires, as well as cutting up the spiral from her notebook to use as a fake lip piercing, and she’d spend all day trying to convince her classmates ‘yeah no it’s real’

hayley liked stealing her dad’s camera and using it to film fake vlogs. they have multiple reels that go from cute family videos, to hayley making lps vids and fake cooking tutorials.

hayley drew a lot growing up and francine still has dozens of her drawings magneted to the fridge. hayley’s always cringing and asking her to take them down, but tbh francine’s never going to.

hayley’s always loved being outside at night. occasionally she’d sneak steve out with her to play in the backyard and it’d always lead to them in the treehouse, and stan catching them because they kept shining their flashlight against their bedroom window.

steve ones:

steve’s definitely adhd, autistic, and dyslexic. (the latter’s literally canon, and the two former ones are hcs that to me feel so obvious that i’m always a little hesitant calling it a hc). i really like imagining his parents being really patient with him in this area, even stan learned to be more composed and gentle with him when it came to this, and the two of them helping him find ways to cope. francine especially enjoyed nights helping him read.

steve’s interest in birds has been with him for pretty much his entire life, i like to imagine it’s always been his biggest special interest. also i’ve noticed there’s random scenes where stan’s displayed a bit of an interest or at least an appreciation of birds, so i kinda like to imagine stan used to take steve to the park for birdwatching trips when he was young before steve started going with roger. sometimes francine and hayley would tag along, but mostly it was just stan taking steve out and listening to him ramble about all the birds he’s spotting,, every time steve had a bad day stan’s immediate solution was to take him to the park.

when roger first moved in, he and steve were inseparable. steve was obsessed with learning everything about him and his species and his home planet, while roger saw steve as the one safe person to be around (francine, hayley, and klaus were still anxious towards him while stan was too strict and controlling for him). for a good few months until he started bonding with the rest of the fam roger would get really mopey whenever steve would go to school or leave to hang with his other friends, and the second steve walked through that door roger would excitedly hug him and try to lead him off to go do something together.

@a-d-lesbian got me into the hc that steve’s a theater kid and like ,, i’m always thinking about steve getting a tiny little background role in a 6th grade christmas show that they were required to do as a class, and he just loses his mind. he convinces stan and francine to let him invite the grandparents, he has francine film every scene he’s in where he just . Stands There. and then after the show when they get home he makes them all rewatch them all because he’s really damn proud of himself.

steve’s fave books growing up were always xenofiction. stuff like warrior cats and guardians of ga’hoole and redwall. he loved that shit. like i’m just imagining him trying to get his friends to larp warrior cats but none of them read it so they don’t know what he wants them to do, and he keeps assigning them warrior cat sonas and calling them by warrior cat names at school,, and he keeps calling god ‘starclan’ (which makes stan. Mad). am i projecting? that’s a secret, i’ll never tell.

steve was absolutely the Anime Kid in middle school. the amount of times he got yelled at for naruto running in the hallways was far too much. and his faves were fruits basket, nichijou, and k-on.

i’m so obviously projecting with my steve hcs here but i’m not gonna stop and i’m gonna say steve’s a trans guy. i know it makes no sense in canon, but canon’s dead it’s mine now. anyways he’s known since around the time he started middle school, and stan and francine love him and support him and i don’t have much else to say without getting Too Projecting, but yeah steve’s trans.

steve was pretty socially anxious growing up. he did get better as he grew older obv, but when he was little he was A Mess in school.

steve loved making flower crowns when he was little. he learned how to in his 2nd grade art class and just obsessed over it for a good few years and he was always making them for the fam. francine, stan, and hayley didn’t mind, they thought it was cute. i can see hayley learning to make them too and the two of them exchanging crowns,, and francine probably learned how to make some too during her college years and steve would always get really excited whenever she tried making some with him. poor roger though, once he moved in, steve took him as his new model and roger was forced to suffer through sitting in the hot sun while steve covered him in flowers.

steve never stopped singing. oh my god, stan loves him but he eventually reached a point where he started hiding their disney movies because steve would always loudly sing along and he just wanted some peace and quiet to work.

i like to imagine klaus has a sibling-esque relationship with pretty much the entire fam, but especially with steve. he was always pretty protective of him despite not really being able to do anything if he got hurt, and klaus was always there to talk to whenever steve needed it.

steve’s always liked to help francine bake. originally it was just so he could claim the mixer of batter before hayley could, but he quickly got really invested and he still loves helping out.

and in general for the both of them:

steve was the type of kid who bonked his head against the table a little and would spend the rest of the night crying while francine comforted him,, while hayley was the type of kid who could fly down the stairs and leave an actual dent in the wall and she’d still jump up assuring everyone ‘i’m okay!!’

hayley and steve used to play pokemon together growing up. hayley was more casually into it while steve was more obsessed (i like to imagine it was a special interest of his growing up). nowadays hayley doesn’t play it too often, but every now and then some big news will happen like new starters getting revealed, and steve will show her and hayley still can’t help but get at least a bit excited each time.

francine tried to do cute little family halloween costumes a few years. the idea of them doing an addams family group costume is precious.

francine always took them out for christmas photos every year. just dozens of photos of the four of them in the tackiest sweaters. they don’t do it as often anymore (or at least they don’t take as many photos outside of a few while they’re setting up the tree) but they still have framed photos of them that they set on the fireplace mantle every year.

listen …….. there were definitely multiple instances when they were really little of stan coming home from work ,, and steve and hayley excitedly tackling him,,,, and stan dramatically acting like he’s being attacked and losing ,,,

despite roger being a Dick, he was super protective of the two of them back in the day. either of them come home from school with a bruise, and roger’s already planning out an elaborate revenge scheme.

as for stan ,,

i’m adopting @stancine’s hc to say he was definitely a country boy. i kinda like to imagine his uncle on his mother’s side lived on a farm, and stan was really close to him growing up and it just sorta became monthly to take weekend trips to see him.

stan loved horses. he was definitely a Horse Kid, and his fave breeds are clydesdales and friesians.

sheep too!! one of his favorite yearly activities is during the springtime when his uncle helps him out with shearing the sheep.

also stan loved camping. he loved going out on walks through the woods and he especially loved fishing, but the second the sun went down he cowered in the back of the tent next to his mom because he was terrified of the noises coming from outside.

stan was a really quiet kid growing up. he sucked at properly standing up for himself, that’s kinda the reason he’s so harsh on steve for accepting mistreatment because he knows how hard it is and he doesn’t want his son to go through the same shit he did.

mother’s day was always one of his favorite holidays. he’d be obsessed with planning the whole day around trying to make it perfect for betty. making her breakfast in bed and saving up his allowance to buy her a gift, and he’d always make elaborate art projects for her every year.

stan . tried to learn how to ride a motorcycle in high school. it was this random obsession he got for no reason where he just really wanted one, but he always panicked whenever he got the chance to try one out. never even got his permit because he was so scared.

stan had a lot of pent-up anger as a kid that he never even recognized as anger until he got older. because of that he often broke his toys on accident because something wasn’t working correctly, and sometimes he’d snap at teachers on accident. obv he still had a problem with it but at least now he knows what’s going on and can at least try to work on dealing with it.

betty used to read to stan at night when he was really young. they didn’t have many books around so it was just stan listening to her read the same four dr. seuss books over and over. he didn’t mind though.

stan’s always loved writing and a good chunk of his free time was writing little short stories. he took a creative writing class in high school and he almost immediately became the teacher’s pet.

stan was a pretty lonely socially inept kid and i like to think growing up he tried getting a lot of his ‘advice’ on how to interact with others through television. one time he tried to get a girl’s attention by doing the ‘throwing pebbles at their window’ trope, but he fucked up and got too big a stone and threw it too hard, and just shattered this poor girl’s window. and stan spent the rest of the night crying in his room before caving and turning himself in.

i can see him being really into superheroes when he was younger. just him bounding around the house with a blanket for a cape, acting out random scenes he read out of the latest issue he bought.

stan was obv a dog kid. he’d often find himself going to the adoption shelter near his house just to see the dogs there whenever he was feeling down. and his fave breeds were golden retrievers, pit bulls, and shelties.

god i have tons more for all of them but i’m gonna stop because this is already long enough as it is.

#i’m so sorry i didn’t mean for it to get this long djbfdjdkdkd #i'm tired too so i'm pretty sure a lot of this is Worded Weird and Awkwardly and i won't find out until tomorrow #anon #asks #long #american dad

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milasartblog · 5 years ago

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Winter holidays (part 2)

Anoli and Chris were preparing some food in the kitchen while talking about Anoli's past and a bit about angels and demons.

Chris: So, you were human before?

Anoli: Yes, i was a student and used to live with parents. We were not so well-endowed, so i had to help my parents somehow. And one day i got into car accident, and my body was damaged heavily. I thought that i will never be able to come back. But one day one angel came to me and offered me a deal: I will help other people as an angel messenger, and yet still be able to live. At first it was scary to me, but it was a chance for me to see my parents again.

Chris: And so you agreed.

Anoli: Yes. And that's how i became a messenger of support.

Chris: I'm so sorry that you had to go through this. If we only could meet each other before, maybe we could help each other.

Anoli: It's okay, i'm still glad that i'm able to help people like this. Plus, if not this, who knows, maybe i would not meet Liya, Nazeel, Axel...you.

The last word she said a bit low with blush, as Chris got blushed a bit too, but then focused on chat.

Chris: Well, I'm still so glad that i met you, Anoli. Even like this.

Anoli: Really?

Chris: Of course! Everyone would be fascinated to have such amazing friend like you .

He smiled to Anoli as she smiled back to him, blushing.

Anoli: You're so sweet, Chris.

Chris: I'm just myself. So, your friend Liya is angel too?

Anoli: No, she is a demon.

Chris jumped for a moment as his face was covered in sweat. Anoli noticed such look as giggled softly.

Anoli: Don't worry, she is not a bad person. She also got resurrected liked me.

Chris: Really? But why demon?

Anoli: She had an unfair life and behavior towards her. Because of this, she suffered all her years and commited suiside. God didn't accept her as it was a great sin for Him. And so, demon found her and resurrected her.

Chris: Oh damn....i'm so sorry for her. How world could be so cruel to her.

Anoli: Sadly, it is. And yet, she still tries her best to be good demon.

Chris: Well, i can't be sure for now, but i trust you and i will believe that it's like this.

Anoli: Thank you, Chris.

She smiled as Chris blushed again. He couldn't imagine how Anoli could be so sweet and kind.

Chris: Oh, i forgot to ask, who was the demon, who resurrected Liya?

After such question Anoli got nervous. She hesitated to tell at first, and yet she knew she couldn't lie to him. It would be not by her nature. She tried to collect her thoughts.

Anoli: Before i tell you, promise that you will be not too surprised or scared.

Chris looked puzzled at her.

Chris: Well....i will try my best? Why so?

Anoli: You see, the demon, who resurrected Liya is-

She couldn't finish the sentence as a sudden rang sounded.

Chris: Another guest? Did you expect someone else?

Anoli got nervous. She didn't invite anyone and yet she guessed who could be behind the door.

Anoli: I will open the door.

Chris: No need to, i will do it. You take plates and put them on the table, okay?

And Chris went to open the door.

Chris: I will open, don't worry!

Liya: First check, who is it!

She shouted from other room as she and Axel found a champagne. Chris checked a bit and....got astonished. He opened the door and saw a tall man with black and red hair, grey shirt, light blue feather necklace and dark pants.

Lucifer: Oh, hey there~ New guest?~ Nice to meet you~

Chris stood astonished as couldn't say any word. Was he astonished by how tall he was? Or how handsome he was? Or just why did such man come here?

As he stood silent, Sona started to bark and Anoli, Nazeel, Liya and Axel heard it. They looked towards the way bark was sounded and noticed Lucifer.

Anoli: Lucifer?

Liya: Hey there~

Nazeel: Uncle Lucifer!

Nazeel said happily as ran towards Lucifer. Chris kept standing astonished as looked at our crew.

Chris: L-Luci-??!

Lucifer: Hey, everyone~ How is the best boy in the world doing?~

Lucifer stood on a kneel and opened arms for hug as hugged Nazeel.

Nazeel: I'm so happy to see you, uncle Lucifer.

Lucifer: Me too, buddy. And i see we have a new guest here.

Nazeel: It's momma's friend Chris. He works at restaurant and he is helping us with preparations at home.

Lucifer: Oh, nice~ Together is fun~ I hope i didn't disturb or come in wrong time

Nazeel: You're just in time, uncle Lucifer. Let's go, i want to show the decorations we made!

Lucifer: Sure, would love to see

He smiled as petted Nazeel's hair and stood up. He saw that Sona was barking and waving his tail.

Lucifer: Hey there, buddy~ I will not hurt your owner, promise~

He waved to Sona and walked with Nazeel to living room where decorations were. Chris closed the door as kept being shocked. Anoli and Axel came to Chris, trying to calm his shock down.

Anoli: Sorry, Chris, i tried to explain beforehand. Don't worry, i will explain now some things.

Anoli smiled a bit nervously while Axel petted Chris's shoulder.

Axel: First time? Feel ya, buddy.

Chris: ....I think i need some fresh air. And some explanations.

Anoli: Of course.

And they continued preparations while Anoli and Chris came back to kitchen. Chris wasn't expecting the Ruler of Hell himself appear in front of him. How will he handle such info?

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And that's the second part of winter storis^^ Poor Chris didn't expect such turn of life qwq Let's hope that Anoli will help him figure things out ^^"

Anoli, Liya, Axel and Lucifer belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Nazeel, Sona and Chris belong to @captainthane

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan @captainthane and @jenny626

#my art #oc #oc character #anoli #angel #liya #demon #lucifer #axel #chris #nazeel #nephilim #sona #winter holidays #guest #okaria et feria

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lucifer-kane · 5 years ago

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it’s... pretty long... but that famous luca au that got to 5 pages before my brain blanked. but it was fun with what i have and i kinda... wanna revisit this au if i throw something into one of the sona zones bc it’s fun! Posting a lil bit longer than a snippet but i like it so wha

“Holy shit are you Luca Moon?” The shorter one asks and Luca looks up, a little surprised, his face quickly flushing a bit as he nods. He still didn’t know how to react when people noticed him, it was odd, luckily he wasn’t a big enough famous person to actually get recognized constantly.

“I… I uh am yeah. Hi.” He nods and waves, oh so awkwardly, but he didn’t know how to be anything but that. There’s a laugh from the taller man beside him.

“He loved you in that romance movie you did, the cheesy one.” Luca chuckles and grins a bit.

“Still one of my favorite parts, that one. What did you think of it, Shotgun?” Sammy narrows his eyes after looking shocked for a moment and he shakes his head.

“You listened to that garbage?”

“Not much else to do when studying when you didn’t have television.” Luca shrugs and pockets one of the little keychains. “I can tell I like this show much more.”

“Ha! Don’t give them any compliments, you’re just hearing the garbage in the daytime!” The smaller one, Ben, as he reads from a little plaque saying the name of the show, practically stands on the dinky table they have all their stuff on, to yell.

“Pete!! If you don’t wanna listen to the show, just walk like a hundred feet, you’ll be deaf by the shitty music the SI booth is playing.” Luca can’t help but snort as he laughs, watching the exchange.

“This normal?” Luca asks Sammy, watching as he grabs Ben by the back of his shirt to yank him back onto the ground.

“More than you know.” Sammy deadpans.

“I love this already, I might have to tune into your actual show sometime.” Luca says with a smile, taking a little plain looking business card with the shows phone number, station number, and twitters on it.

“What are you even doing in our town anyways?” Ben asks, eyes wide, practically bouncing on his heels.

“Parents wanted to come see the event, we haven’t been here since I was a kid, and I’m looking at a house for rent down the road a bit too.”

“Woah, you’re moving to King Falls?”

“Most likely, I remember liking it around here when I was a kid.” Ben looked confused again. “I grew up in Big Pine, came here a lot in the summer.”

“Oh shit that’s cool! Did you know anyone from around here, like we probably saw each other at least once because I was always at the events.” Luca chuckles and gives a little shrug at the question.

“Maybe? You do remind me of a little kid who was way too hyperactive, but it was cute.” Sammy laughs and nods, patting Ben on the back.

“That was probably this one.” Ben pouts.

“Yeah probably….. Anyone else?” Luca taps his chin for a moment and takes a second to think, there was some others he did remember a little bit, one stood out more than anyone else.

“I remember fishing here when I was a teen a lot, so I got most of my supplies from the bait and tackle shop around here.” He can’t help the smile that crosses his face. “I remember a boy, pretty much the same age as me, and damn I liked him a lot. Didn’t realize it was a crush until way later. But I just knew he worked there, long dark brown hair, brown eyes.” Luca flushes and shakes his head, chuckling. “Wish I remembered his name.”

“Ron! That has to be Ron.” Ben says quickly after he finished.

“Yes! That’s it! Is… is he still around here?”

“Yeah! Runs the shop now, best damn guy in town!”

“Hm… I’ll have to remember that.” The three of them talk a little while longer, before they’re back on the air to talk more about something or another that Luca has no idea about. He makes his way around the lake, looking and stopping at almost all the vendors that are there, getting some terribly amazing fair type food that he hasn’t had in years. It’s a short walk before he comes up on a familiar little place, now with what seems like an extension on it that wasn’t there when he was younger. The sign is still the same, reading ‘Begley’s Bait and Tackle’ that was rustically faded. He’s drawn to it almost instantly.

Inside is a little different, but still as comfortable as he remembers. As warm and inviting as a fishing shop can be in the middle of a small town, it was stocked full and seemed to also be a little gift shop as well. He gravitates towards a cute little plus of what looks like a mythical sea creature, a little tag around the neck that reads “Kingsie” and he remembers who that is easily. It was cute, and he tucks one under his arm almost instantly, keen on buying it then and there. Luca takes a bit of time to look around the rest of the shop and then makes his way up to the counter and rings the little bell there for service. It’s only a moment before a tall man comes out from the back, standing almost a head taller than Luca and he’s already grinning wide.

This has to be Ron Belgey, he remembers the man easily because he was always smiling when he saw him as a teenager, always loud and happy. It was almost contagious, that smile.

“Well damn, looks like I got a real celebrity in my little shack!” Luca flushes and shakes his head, putting the little plush toy on the counter.

“Oh gosh, please don’t.” He’s smiling as he says it though, pulling out his wallet for the money to pay for the toy.

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