#oc Ava

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Lovely @eternadreeblissa has Spoken!

OC Art for it: HERE

Anywho

For context: I assumed that Lady Ava here and Wind haven’t seen eachother in a while. But they wrote letters to one another. (Mostly cause I live the idea that she’s breath taken by the sight of his older self letmehavethis)

Anywho it’s older Wind letting Ava experience the seas on his ship.

But what was special about the ship was that it was a ship specifically built for her.

Anywho, I hope you like it! (Opinions and thoughts are always appreciated)

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Ava stood at the docks, her arms wrapped loosely around herself as the sea breeze tugged at her hair. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow across the water, but inside, she still felt the weight of the clouds that had been hanging over her for days.

The thought of seeing Wind again, of escaping onto the sea, should have lifted her spirits. But the gloom that had been following her stubbornly clung to her, making it hard to feel the excitement she wanted to.

She glanced down the length of the docks again, pacing slightly, scanning the horizon for any sign of his ship. She hadn’t ever set foot on a ship before, let alone sailed with pirates, and part of her wondered what this adventure would be like.

Wind had always had a way of brightening the darkest days, and she was grateful he had thought of her when she needed it most.

Still, Ava’s heart ached with the lingering sadness she couldn’t seem to shake.

A part of her worried she wouldn’t be able to enjoy this trip, that the heaviness inside her would ruin what was supposed to be a getaway. But then she saw it.

Cutting smoothly through the waves, a sleek ship with vibrant red sails appeared in the distance.

It was beautiful, unlike any ship she had ever seen. There was something striking about it, with intricate rose motifs carved into the woodwork and details in rich, deep crimson.

The ship seemed to glow in the fading light, the red contrasting beautifully against the blue sky and sea. And there, standing at the helm, was Wind.

Ava’s heart skipped a beat as the ship drew closer, her breath catching in her throat. She had known it had been some time seen she’s seen him, but the changes since still took her breath away.

It wasn’t the young, carefree boy she remembered.

No, this Wind was taller, broader, with a quiet strength in the way he moved.

He still had that familiar spark in his eyes, the one that spoke of adventure and endless possibilities, but there was a maturity to him now, a depth that hadn’t been there before. His once messy hair was still wild, but longer, tousled by the wind.

He wore a deep red scarf, tied loosely around his neck, and his tunic, though still a shade of blue, was accented with crimson. His boots and gloves, too, bore the red that adorned the rest of the crew.

Ava felt her cheeks flush as he waved at her from the deck.

She couldn’t help but think back to the boy he’d been, full of energy and mischief, and now here he was, a man.

A part of her couldn’t reconcile the two, but seeing him now, so sure of himself, sent a strange warmth fluttering through her chest.

The ship docked, and Wind jumped down with a practiced ease, striding toward her with a grin that made her heart skip again. “Ava,” he greeted her, his voice deeper than she remembered, a bit rough due what she no doubt assumed was him yelling out to his crew, but still carrying that same familiar lightness. “Ready for your first adventure on the sea?”

She tried to smile back, but the heaviness of the past few days made it difficult. “I think so,” she said softly, her voice quieter than she intended.

Wind’s expression softened. He could see the tiredness in her eyes, the weight she was carrying, even though she tried to hide it.

Without a word, he offered her his hand. “Come on,” he said gently. “Let me show you something.”

She took his hand, and the warmth of his touch sent a small spark through her. He led her onto the ship, and as she stepped aboard, her eyes took in everything.

The entire deck was decorated with the same intricate rose motifs she had noticed from the shore.

The sails, too, were embroidered with roses, their deep red fabric billowing softly in the breeze. The crew, all dressed in varying shades of red, moved with ease and purpose, greeting her with warm and respectful smiles.

“This ship…” Ava whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the beauty around her. “It’s incredible.”

Wind chuckled softly beside her, his hand still resting gently on her arm. “It’s yours,” he said, his voice low. “Well, not yours yours, but I thought of you a lot when I made the design choices. Thought you could use a little place where you’d feel…special.”

Ava blinked, turning to look at him, her heart skipping again. “You built this for me?”

Wind shrugged, but his grin betrayed the pride he felt. “Everyone deserves a getaway now and then. Especially you.”

Her cheeks warmed again, and she glanced away, unsure how to respond. The ship was stunning, every detail carefully crafted with care.

And the fact that Wind had gone through all this trouble for her. it was overwhelming, in the best way.

“You didn’t have to…” she murmured.

“I know. So I did it knowing I just wanted to,” Wind said simply, his voice soft.

Ava’s chest tightened, her emotions catching her off guard.

She looked up at him again, her eyes lingering on his face, remembering the boy she’d known and seeing the man standing before her.

He was still Wind, still the same hero who had always come through for her, but there was something about him now that made her heart beat just a little faster.

“I—” She tried to speak but felt the words get caught in her throat.

Instead, she just nodded, her lips curling into a small, grateful smile.

Wind smiled back, his eyes warm and steady. “Come on, Ava. Let’s set sail. I’ve got a whole adventure planned just for you.” He held out his elbow at her, and shyly she linked her elbow with him. (Trying not to focus on firmness of his arms)

—-

—-

And as the ship slowly drifted away from the docks, the waves carrying them into the horizon, Ava felt the weight on her shoulders begin to lift.

Wind led Ava through the narrow corridors of the ship, the gentle rocking of the vessel beneath their feet a reminder of the ocean’s presence.

The wooden planks creaked softly under their steps, and the scent of sea air followed them everywhere, mingling with the faint aroma of the roses that decorated the ship.

Ava’s heart still felt heavy, but the further they ventured into this strange, beautiful place Wind had prepared, the more the tight knot of sadness inside her seemed to loosen.

He stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall, turning to her with a small smile. “This’ll be your room,” he said, pushing the door open with a gentle hand.

Ava stepped inside, a gasp escaped her at the sight before her.

The room was larger than she’d expected, with a wide, arched window that stretched nearly from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the open sea.

The deep blue of the ocean stretched endlessly beneath the darkening sky, and the golden light of the sunset filtered through the glass, casting a warm glow across the room.

It felt peaceful here, almost as if the room had been designed to capture the very essence of calm.

Her gaze shifted to the bed at the center of the room. It was grand, much larger than any bed she’d ever slept in, with blankets and pillows in soft shades of pink and rose.

The fabric looked so inviting, like it would wrap her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort.

The bedspread was embroidered with delicate roses, matching the rest of the ship’s motif. It was as if the entire room had been created just for her, though she couldn’t quite believe it.

Wind stood beside her, watching her take it all in. He was quiet, giving her the space to explore with her eyes, though there was a certain softness in his expression that made Ava’s heart flutter.

“Oh Link,” she whispered, unknowingly causing him to inhale at the use of his name, her voice catching slightly. “It’s beautiful…”

Wind smiled as if hearing his name spoken from her lips hadn’t affected him, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice low but full of warmth. “I wanted you to be comfortable. I figured… you could use a place like this. Somewhere you can just relax.”

Ava stepped closer to the window, her fingers brushing the cool glass as she looked out at the endless sea.

The waves rolled gently, their rhythm steady and calming. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this peaceful, even if the weight inside her still hadn’t fully lifted.

Being here, in this room, with the sea stretching out before her, she felt like she could finally breathe.

“I didn’t realize you went through so much trouble,” she said softly, turning to look at him.

Wind rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin pulling at his lips. “It wasn’t trouble,” he said, his voice as gentle as the ocean breeze outside. “I wanted to make sure you had somewhere nice to stay.” He gestured toward the bed with a nod. “It’s yours for as long as you stay on the ship. And, uh, if you ever need anything, my room’s right next door.”

Ava blinked, her cheeks warming again. He had really put her room next to his?

Her mind flashed back to the younger version of Wind, the boyish pirate hero full of mischief and charm, and now here he was, older, more thoughtful, and still looking out for her in the ways that mattered most.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling a rush of gratitude, though she couldn’t quite find the words to express it.

Instead, she smiled, small but genuine, feeling the beginnings of warmth start to spread through her chest. “Thank you, Wind,” she murmured. “This means more than you know.”

He gave a soft, almost shy laugh, his gaze flicking from her to the window and back again. “Just want to make sure you’re taken care of,” he said. “You’ve been through a lot. Figured a change of scenery might do you some good.”

Ava nodded, glancing once more at the window, the sea glowing in the fading sunlight.

The room, with its soft pink blankets and comforting warmth, felt like a safe haven,

one that she hadn’t realized she needed until now.

She turned back to him, her blush deepening slightly as her eyes lingered on his face.

He looked so much older now, more sure of himself, yet still unmistakably Wind. It was strange, seeing the man he’d grown into, knowing how much had changed, yet feeling the same comfort and connection as always.

Wind, catching her gaze, offered a small, lopsided grin, the one she remembered so well. “Get some rest,” he said gently. “Tomorrow, I’ve got the whole day planned for us. But tonight… just enjoy the view.”

Ava smiled again, softer this time, the warmth in her chest growing. “I will.”

As he left, closing the door quietly behind him, Ava sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing over the soft pink fabric.

She looked out at the sea through the large window, feeling, for the first time in days, like maybe the storm inside her was starting to calm.

—-

—-

The ship rocked gently beneath the night sky, the stars scattered like diamonds above the open sea.

The air was crisp but not cold, the kind of stillness that made the world feel quiet and safe. Ava lay in her bed, cocooned in the soft pink blankets, but sleep wouldn’t come.

Her thoughts churned in a quiet storm, memories of the last few weeks, the weight of everything she couldn’t shake, and the steady presence of Wind, who had gone out of his way to make sure she was comfortable.

After a while, the room felt too small, too quiet. Ava slipped from the bed and padded softly out onto the deck.

The moment she stepped into the open air, the breeze tugged at her hair, and the sound of the ocean filled her ears, soothing but distant. She wandered toward the bow of the ship, the wood cool beneath her feet.

To her surprise, Wind was already there, sitting on the edge of the railing, one leg dangling over the side.

His back was to her, and for a moment, she considered going back to her room. But something about the way he sat, quiet, reflective. made her pause.

Without a word, she approached, and Wind, sensing her presence, glanced over his shoulder.

His expression softened when he saw her. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” he said quietly, his voice a low murmur that blended with the sounds of the waves.

Ava gave a small nod, standing a few feet away, unsure if she should join him or not.

But Wind, ever perceptive, slid over slightly, making space on the railing beside him. “Come on,” he said gently, “the stars look better from here.”

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, sitting next to him on the edge of the ship.

The sea stretched out before them, dark and endless, but the sky, oh, the sky, was breathtaking.

The stars sparkled against the deep indigo, their light shimmering like a promise of something better, something brighter.

For a while, they sat in silence, just listening to the wind and the water.

It was comfortable, even though Ava felt the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her chest. Wind was patient, though, giving her space, as if he knew she wasn’t ready to speak yet.

Finally, she let out a soft sigh, her hands clasped together in her lap. “It’s… hard,” she began, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

“I keep thinking I should feel better by now, that I should be over things. But no matter what I do, I can’t… I can’t seem to shake it.”

She didn’t elaborate, but Wind didn’t press for more. He just nodded, his eyes never leaving the horizon.

“It’s like the weight won’t lift,” Ava continued after a pause. “Even here, on this beautiful ship you made for me, I should feel happy, and I do…but…I feel it… and I don’t know why.” She bit her lip, feeling vulnerable. “I don’t even know how to explain it. Everything’s just… too much.”

Wind was quiet for a moment, processing her words.

His gaze shifted from the sea to her, his eyes soft, understanding. “It’s okay not to have the right words,” he said, his voice gentle. “You don’t have to explain everything. Sometimes…” He paused, looking up at the stars again. “Sometimes, it’s enough just to feel what you’re feeling, even if it doesn’t make sense. You don’t have to rush to be okay.”

Ava swallowed hard, her throat tightening. “But it feels like I should be okay. Like, I don’t have a reason not to be.” She shook her head, frustrated with herself. “I should be enjoying this, the sea, the stars, everything you’ve done for me, but instead, I’m just… tired.”

Wind turned to face her more fully, leaning his arm against the railing. “Ava,” he said softly, “you don’t owe anyone a reason for how you feel. Not me or anyone. And you don’t have to force yourself to be happy just because things are nice on the outside. Feelings don’t always follow logic.”

He gave her a small, reassuring smile. “And besides, this trip isn’t about making you feel better right away. It’s about giving you space to breathe, to be… without the pressure of fixing everything.”

Ava looked down, her hands twisting together in her lap. His words sank in, but they also made her feel exposed, like he could see right through the walls she’d been trying to hold up.

She wanted to tell him more, to explain the heaviness inside her, but it was hard to put into words. All she knew was that she felt like she was sinking, even when she was supposed to be floating.

Wind didn’t push. He just sat there, his presence warm and steady beside her. “You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “I’m here. Even if you don’t want to talk about it, just… know I’m here.”

Ava felt a lump rise in her throat, her chest tightening. She blinked, trying to hold back the tears that suddenly threatened to spill over.

She wasn’t used to this kind of care, this patience. It was overwhelming in a way she hadn’t expected.

“Thank you,” she quietly , her voice breaking just slightly.

Wind smiled softly, his hand resting on the railing beside hers, close but not touching. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad you’re here. That you’re… taking this time.”

They fell back into silence, the kind that wasn’t uncomfortable, just quiet and full of unspoken understanding. Ava felt the weight still in her chest, but something about being here, with him, made it feel just a little lighter.

The stars above them shimmered, and the sea rocked gently beneath them, and for the first time in what felt like ages, she allowed herself to just sit in the quiet, to let her guard down, even if just for a moment.

Wind, true to his nature, didn’t press any further. He didn’t try to fix what was wrong or force her to explain more than she was ready to.

He was just there, steady, calm, and quietly offering her the space to be herself, however broken or tired she felt.

Ava sat in the quiet after Wind’s words, feeling the weight of her emotions swirling inside her. His patience, his gentle way of listening, it was almost too much.

She was used to feeling like she had to hold everything together, to keep pushing through her feelings, but here with Wind, she found herself softening in a way that left her vulnerable.

She glanced at him, noticing the way he looked out over the sea, his face calm and sure.

There was something different about him now, still the Wind she knew, but with a quiet strength that hadn’t always been there.

Her lips twitched into a small, shy smile as she tilted her head, her voice soft and teasing, “When did you get so mature?”

Wind turned to her, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He raised an eyebrow, playful but warm. “Mature, huh?” he echoed, clearly amused. “I guess it happens when you spend enough time out here, watching the world.”

Ava chuckled softly, a brief escape from the tightness that still lingered in her chest.

He was still Wind, after all, just with a little more depth behind those playful eyes.

They exchanged a glance, both smiling, and for a moment, everything felt lighter. But as she turned her gaze back toward the sea, the knot in her chest returned, persistent and unyielding.

She stared at the stars, trying to focus on their beauty, trying to breathe deeply, hoping it would help.

Her breaths came slow and controlled, but no matter how hard she tried, the tightness in her chest wouldn’t go away.

It felt like it was mocking her, reminding her that she couldn’t just wish these feelings away, no matter how much she wanted to. Ava clenched her jaw, blinking rapidly as her eyes began to sting with unshed tears.

Don’t cry, she told herself, her fists clenching in her lap. There’s no reason to be upset. No reason at all. She mentally berated herself, the frustration bubbling up as the tears she’d been fighting back started to blur her vision.

Just as she was starting to spiral, she felt it, Wind’s arm, wrapping gently around her shoulders, slow and deliberate.

His touch was soft, careful not to startle her, but steady, as if to remind her she wasn’t alone.

Ava’s thoughts came to a screeching halt. She tensed for a moment, her body stiffening at the unexpected contact, her breath catching in her throat

. But Wind didn’t say anything, he didn’t ask her what was wrong, didn’t push her to explain. He just kept his gaze on the sea, his arm resting comfortably around her as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

After a few beats, Ava let out a shaky breath.

Slowly, she began to relax into him, leaning just slightly against his side. She could feel his warmth through the fabric of their clothes, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in time with the gentle rocking of the ship.

The tightness in her chest didn’t vanish, but it eased, just a little. She sniffled quietly, the tears still threatening, but she kept her focus on the way Wind’s arm felt around her, grounding herself in his presence.

For the first time in a while, she didn’t feel like she had to hold herself together alone.

Wind, still quiet, kept his gaze fixed on the stars, his expression unreadable but calm. He didn’t need to say anything.

His presence alone was enough, and it allowed Ava the space to just be, to feel what she was feeling without trying to force it away.

She sniffled again, her breathing still uneven, but with every passing minute, she felt herself settling a little more.

Wind’s steady presence made things easier to bear.

She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the sound of the waves and the gentle pressure of his arm around her, letting herself take comfort in it.

As Ava leaned into Wind, she felt the warmth of his arm holding her steady, grounding her in the present moment.

Though she was still sniffling quietly, the tension in her chest began to ease, little by little.

She let herself melt into his side, even as her mind wandered to how she might look to the rest of the crew, vulnerable, teary, leaning on their captain.

Just as she began to feel self-conscious about it, Wind, still with his arm wrapped around her, lifted his opposite hand.

He made a subtle motion to one of the crew members who had been standing by, and within moments, they approached, responding to his unspoken command with quiet deference.

Wind leaned in slightly, speaking softly but firmly, his voice steady. “Can you bring us some food and drinks? Something light,” he instructed, his tone kind yet authoritative. The crew member nodded quickly, scurrying off without question.

Ava felt a flush of warmth rise to her cheeks, a bit embarrassed at being seen in such a vulnerable state.

She shifted slightly against Wind, not pulling away but feeling the weight of the crew’s attention, even though they were respectful.

But Wind’s arm stayed firm and reassuring, holding her in place without hesitation. He didn’t care if they saw her like this, didn’t care if the crew noticed her leaning on him.

He was making it clear she was safe, and that was all that mattered.

It wasn’t long before the food arrived, a plate of fresh fruits drizzled with golden honey, accompanied by a glass of vibrant, freshly squeezed juice.

The soft aroma of the sweet fruits wafted up between them, and Ava’s stomach gave a soft rumble, though she was too caught up in her emotions to realize how hungry she was.

Wind looked down at the food, then gently nudged her. “You should eat something,” he said, his voice coaxing but gentle. “It’ll help.”

Ava hesitated, glancing at the plate before looking back up at him. She felt oddly shy, like accepting the food meant admitting how much she needed this, needed him.

But when she saw the softness in his eyes, that same patient understanding he’d shown all night, she let out a small breath and gave a nod.

Slowly, she reached for a piece of fruit, the honey glistening in the low light, and took a small bite.

The sweetness burst on her tongue, and though she hadn’t expected it, the simple act of eating began to soothe her, the flavors grounding her further.

She took another bite, her body slowly relaxing against Wind’s as she ate.

Wind stayed still beside her, giving quiet orders to the crew as they went about their tasks. His voice was calm, commanding but never harsh, directing them with ease.

Ava listened to the sound of the sea, the faint rustling of the sails, and the footsteps of the crew moving about the deck, all while staying wrapped in the steady circle of his arm.

It felt peaceful in a way she hadn’t expected, and she found herself sinking deeper into that feeling, grateful for the space he was giving her to just be.

As she finished the fruit, sipping at the juice, she couldn’t help but feel a little more settled, the tightness in her chest loosening bit by bit.

Wind never once let go of her, even as he occasionally managed the night crew from where he was seated, his arm remaining a steady weight around her shoulders.

His presence was strong, unwavering, and she found herself appreciating the way he kept her close without saying a word, as if to remind her that no matter what storm was brewing inside her, he would be her anchor.

For the first time that night, Ava felt something close to peace.

[thelightone]

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[peapod20001]

Ohoho Maximus <3

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

I think Ava is gonna be a rabbit actually. originally she's a dog but I don't want that many dogs in my like. main oc cast. I need a name for their world. or at least like a title.

[slaasherslut]

An Angry Bean Rises: Ava's Side

You Aint Goin' Nowhere 1 | 2 from @bluecoolr

Red part 2 from @cries-in-latino

You Aint Goin' Nowhere 3 from @bluecoolr

Red part 3 from @cries-in-latino

The Devil in Disguise from @probably-a-plant-thing

You Aint Goin' Nowhere 4 from @bluecoolr

I Wanna Talk from @the-pinstriped-hood

An Angry Bean Rises from @rottent33th

Percy's Side from @the-pinstriped-hood

Michael's Side from @kalid-raven

This is a continuation of the stories above (the list is in chronological order, Ava's Side coming right after Michael's.)

Please message me and lemme know if i missed anything above or if anything is in the wrong order i love all of you so fucking much <3

Ava sat on the couch plucking away at her guitar strings when a heavy knock came at the front door.

"Come in!" She shouted as she continued moving her fingers. The door slowly opened and a dishevelled Vincent stumbled in. Ava did a double take on him.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what the hell happened to you!?" She threw her guitar on the couch as she quickly rose to her feet. Vincent clutched his stomach as he wobbled in the house. She quickly shut the door behind him.

"What happened? Lemme see it." Vincent gave her the OK as she gently lifted his sweater. His stomach had a massive area where a purple bruise was starting to form. She gently touched it and he winced.

"Sorry." She said quietly. "Anything feel broken?" Vincent nodded. She pulled his shirt back down. As she did she noticed a small trail of blood coming from underneath his mask and moving down his neck.

"Fuck okay come on, lets get you into the kitchen." She guided the injured giant to the kitchen and pulled out two chairs at the table, motioning for him to sit in one. He gently lowered himself into the chair with a grunt and Ava sat in the chair across from him. She put her hands on either side of his mask before looking at him for approval. It was then she noticed how swollen his eye was. Vincent hesitated for a moment before nodding and she gently slipped off his mask, setting it on the kitchen table. His face was bruised, cut and swollen. A black eye already starting to form around his unscarred eye. Several small abrasions dotted his pale face, a trail of blood flowed from his nose, coating his mouth and the inside of his mask.

"Jesus fucking Christ Vinny, you get into a fight with a brick wall or something?"

"No, Michael." He signed.

"Same thing." She chuckled as she stood to grab the first aid kit that was kept in a drawer in the kitchen. She cracked it open to make sure everything she needed was inside, grabbing a small towel from the counter and running it under the water in the kitchen sink.

"So" She started as she walked back to her seat. "You gonna tell me what happened or do I have to play twenty questions?" Vincent looked down at the floor in shame. She gently grabbed his face to face back up at her as she examined his wounds. He was going to be fine but he already looked like shit. She gently took the towel and began wiping the blood off his face. She tried to be as gentle as possible but Vincent still let out a wince every once in a while. Once the blood was mostly gone he breathed a sigh before explaining, hands moving with nervous shakes.

"I got into a scuffle with Darrell..." He hesitated, fingers curling and uncurling trying to find the words. "I tried to kill him.." Ava went silent for a moment, hands freezing before they dropped to her knees. She gripped the towel hard, squeezing out a mixture of water and blood that ran down her arm.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Ava screeched. She arose from her seat and started pacing around the room, her fingers from one of her hands raked across her scalp in frustration while the other still gripped the cloth in her hand. Tiny drops of water and blood trailed around her. Vincent was surprised when she started laughing. She started yelling, waving her arms like mad, blood flew from her hands to the wall behind her. "I honestly cant believe you, I cant fucking believe you right now, Vincent.. You tried to fucking kill your girlfriends best friend! Are you insane or just plain fucking stupid!?" His heart shattered even more than it had before. He knew he deserved this but her words just really fucking hurt.

She threw the towel down on the table and leaned against the chair she was sitting in.

"What for?" She asked. Vincent didn't move.

"I said WHAT FUCKING FOR VINCENT?! WHAT WAS SO BAD THAT YOU FELT LIKE YOU NEEDED TO KILL HIM!?" Ava was screaming now, she was absolutely fuming. Darrell was an incredibly sweet guy, like family to everyone in Ambrose. She had no idea what the fuck was running through Vincent's mind when he tried to murder him.

Vincent grunted before aggressively signing. "Hes a killer, Ava... A murderer." Ava stared at him absolutely dumbfounded. Murder had sort of become something of a normalcy in Ambrose, but she never expected Darrell to be a killer. That didn't really matter to her though. The man she lay next to every night had a kill count higher than the amount of men she had slept with. Murder was little to nothing.

"Yes and?" Ava rolled her eyes at him.

"What do you mean 'and'?" Vincent asked. "You don't care?"

Ava laughed again, even harder this time. "Okay so you're insane and stupid. My best friend is a killer, the man I have a home with is a killer, I have a killer sitting in my fucking kitchen! So no! I don't care!" Ava was so mad she almost started crying. "And you're a hypocrite if you do care. You're a killer too Vincent! So stop acting so fucking godlike You're not doing any acts of service here!"

Ava went silent, and Vincent didn't dare to say anything. Not that it would have mattered, anything he said would have just angered her more. She collected herself and walked towards the living room, coming back a few seconds later with her black purse. She scavenged through it, pulling out a prescription pill bottle with an assortment of different pills and a label that has long since faded. She poured a handful into her hand and grabbed four red and white tablets, handing two to Vincent.

"Take these, they'll help with the pain and take the swelling down a bit." Vincent accepted them and nodded his head. "The bed in the guest room is already made, you're welcome to hide out there for a while." He nodded again, signing a quick thank you before reaching for his mask.

"Leave it. Ill clean it for you." She didn't even look at him. He slowly pulled his arm back before giving her a final look and retreating to the upstairs bedroom. Ava sat back down at the kitchen table and dry swallowed the two other pills before putting her head in her hands.

"Fuck, this is going to be a nightmare."

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Ice Cold Heart

This is a Band AoA AU fic

Mentions of Ava @slaasherslut

It had been a month. A month since she had been sealed away in her own room like a richly decorated tomb that meant absolutely nothing. Her Parents keeping her away from the outside world like some disgusting little secret they desperately needed to keep. So far she had kept to her new room at the southern manor she had been taken to. The only difference being the door was always unlocked and partially cracked open. Bunny preferred the dark. It was about the only thing she was used to ever since being taken in by her childhood friend Ava and her fellow bandmates, the Sinclair Brothers. She had been encouraged to make friends, Bunny wasn't exactly sure how she had managed it but she had made one out of Vincent, the resident guitarist, bassist and lyricist for the band. Vincent sort of approached her like a feral kitten who had never been socialized. Lots of gentle movements and snacks, eventually moving onto physical touches like hugs which Bunny found she quite liked. Eventually the girl stuck to the long haired southerner like she was his shadow. Vincent figured he could get to know her better and to boost her confidence by letting her help with his work and letting her watch. Her self imposed mutism kept both of them quiet as she wrote sticky notes with morbid ideas for songs. Stuff that came out of her own tortured mind regarding her past.

Bunny shied away from Bo and Lester, Ava especially since in Bunny's eyes, Ava had abandoned her all those years ago. She didn't yell or scream, only looking at the Front woman with a sad kind of blank stare like a puppy that had been surrendered to a shelter. Her gazes didn't linger for long.

It was another long night for Vincent and Bunny was with him looking over ideas for another new song. The silence was tense, the raven haired man tapped the table to get Bunny's attention. "You should talk to her. You know she feels bad." He signed. Bunny closed her eyes, breathing in and out slowly before scribbling something on yet another sticky note.

"There's plenty to discuss. You can't keep quiet forever, it's not good for you or her. I know you're hurting, Bunny. But it's not good to dwell on the hurt. You need to move forward."

'theres nothing to discuss with her.'

More scribbles.

That stung. Seeing this girl cast herself so low. Ava had told him about Bunny when they were kids. How she was going to one day save Bunny from the Dragon and carry her away to a life of happiness. Seems that rescue came too late and that happy little Princess became jaded, cynical and cold towards her own childhood friend.

'She left me to ROT Vincent. She promised me she'd come back and never did. Not when it mattered. Not when I needed her the most. I don't even know why she came back for me now in the first place. Why would she need me? I'm a relic of her past.'

Ava wasn't faring any better. The day she finally brought Bunny home was heart wrenching. Her friend had shied away from her open arms with sneers and cold expressions, choosing instead to lock herself away again in another room. Lester found Ava in their shared bedroom, breaking down crying. She had failed Bunny, it was all her fault she hadn't gone quick enough to save her and now Bunny had closed off her heart to everyone she once knew.

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[sumbsdrawingblog]

[evelyn-art-05]

Sins of the general, sins of the soldier

[uncaringdoodles]

Some of my brain creatures. Just some funky characters that I put through hell

*slaps file* these babies can hold so much trauma

[edwire]

My Roommates Are VAMPIRES?

Happy Halloween! have a fake yuri manga cover

[cereovo]

i can draw my OCs as birds whenever i want

[gliphyartfan]

Oh my goodness, this piece is absolutely breathtaking! The detail you’ve put into the dress is just stunning, it’s like something straight out of a fairytale! The deep reds and autumn tones are so pretty~

it’s making the whole outfit feel so luxurious and enchanting. And those roses! They add such a romantic, almost regal touch, especially the ones on the bodice and gloves!!.

I’m also in love with the pearl details pouring down the dress, they add this delicate elegance that contrasts so beautifully with the darker colors. The Ava’s soft, serene expression complements the the outfit perfectly. It’s like she’s stepped right out of a story, graceful and timeless. The background, too, with its subtle, dreamy floral pattern, my opinion? add the perfect backdrop that adds to the whole piece her.

You’ve truly created a masterpiece here~ I know I always say to but it’s always true! I can’t stop admiring all the little details. Every part of it just oozes beauty and creativity! Bravo! 👏

Means I can add the heroes reactions to it now~

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Hyrule would be completely taken aback, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an almost reverent silence. He takes in every detail, his gaze lingering on the floral embellishments and soft elegance that highlight Ava’s beauty.

His cheeks flushing slightly as he finally manages a quiet, ”Ava… you look like someone from a fairytale.”There’s a soft, almost trembling quality in his voice that suggests he’s holding back a deeper intensity.

Though he tries to remain casual, his eyes would keep drifting back to her, almost as if he’s afraid that if he looks away, this vision of her might disappear.

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Legend manages to keep a collected expression, but his eyes betray a flicker of awe as he takes her in. He usually prides himself on not showing his feelings so easily, but he can’t quite hide his admiration this time.

He’s allow himself a small, genuine smile and comments in a low tone, ”You’d make anyone look ordinary next to you in that.” His words are carefully chosen, just enough to let her know she’s captivated him without overstepping.

Though he doesn’t let it show, he has to resist the urge to subtly step between her and anyone who might be staring too long. He catches himself, knowing he must appear calm and nonchalant.

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Time’s reaction is understated, but his gaze holds a depth that says more than any words. He stands a little straighter, appreciating how the elegance of the dress aligns with his view of her as someone exceptional.

“You look breathtaking, Ava.” His voice would be low, carrying a certain reverence that feels both admiring and protective. He’d be careful not to say more than that, aware of his own (weak) self control in her presence.

He’d maintain a composed stance, but there would be an undeniable weight in his gaze that follows her every movement, as if committing each detail of her appearance to memory.

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Wind’s first instinct would be to express his excitement openly, but he reins himself in, simply beaming at her with a bright, admiring gaze. He fights the urge to reach out and twirl her around to get a better view.

“You look amazing, Ava!” His words would be spoken with enthusiasm, but his voice would also be softer than usual, almost as if he’s seeing something precious and fragile. His smile would be wide, but there’s a hint of something deeper beneath it.

For a moment, his playful nature dims, replaced by a steady, almost serious admiration that suggests he’s viewing her in a new, captivating light.

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When Four sees Ava in the gown, all of his individual sides are momentarily stilled, leaving him as one whole, unified and struck speechless. There’s a moment where he simply stands, completely captivated as if seeing her for the first time.

Ava’s appearance draws something vulnerable and reverent out of Four. His admiration is so great, it’s almost reverence, his eyes do not look away as he takes in every intricate detail of her dress, from the rich, layered fabric to the delicate rose embellishments. He knows how much care and thought went into making it, and he’s in awe.

Just because he works with metal doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate and admire creations of cloth too.

When he finally speaks, his words are soft but carry a deep sincerity. “You look… incredible, Ava. It’s a sight to see you wear such a beautiful dress.” He manages a smile, warm and genuine (he fails to hide the light blush in his face)

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Each of the colors would react differently, yet they all share a mutual admiration.

Green appreciates her craft.

Red blushes shyly.

Vio is quietly captivated.

and Blue (despite his usual nonchalance) finds himself sneaking glances.

Green wouod approach her with a soft, honest smile, saying, ”You’ve outdone yourself, Ava. It suits you beautifully.” His tone would be warm, carrying a sincerity that doesn’t need embellishment.

The other colors would resist the urge to linger a bit too long or compliment her in a way that might reveal their (very obvious) feelings.

Blue mutters under his breath, ”Quite the attention grabber, aren’t you?” but there would be an unmistakable hint of admiration that betrays him. (As it should)

Red would be starry eyed and in awe. “You’re like a princess, no! A Queen!” He’s definitely internally (and or externally) squealing.

Vio would compliment her accessories, admiring the time and care she took into making them. “Yours are only surpassed by your beauty.” (He’d definitely enjoy having a closer look~ )

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Twilight would be able to only stare for a moment, a rare blush rising to his cheeks. He’s usually more reserved, but seeing her this way, so poised and radiant, would leave him momentarily at a loss.

“You look beautiful, Ava.” His tone would be steady, but his eyes would carry an intensity that speaks to something more. The warmth in his gaze definitely shows that admiration that goes beyond her appearance alone.

Though he’d keep his composure, he would have to fight the urge to step closer, almost as if to shield her from prying eyes. The way he holds himself just a bit straighter when she compliments him in the suit she made him would definitely show how focused he is towards her.

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Sky’s immediate reaction would be one of pure admiration, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he takes her in. We both know he’s always been a romantic at heart, and seeing her dressed so elegantly would bring out that softness.

“Ava… you look so radiant.” His voice is gentle, completely in love. There’s something in his tone that suggests he would do anything for her happiness (or to be the very reason for her happiness.)

Though his expression is gentle, he becomes a bit more alert, keeping a close eye on anyone who might approach her. His calm exterior hides a urge to shield her from the guests eyes (and from the rest of the chain) that feels as steadfast as his admiration.

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Warriors’ usual charismatic demeanor would remain, but there’s a sharper edge to his gaze as he takes in her appearance. (Hunter meets prey….or is it hunter finds mistress to serve? Heheh)

He’d offer his hand smoothly, adopting a charming role, but his expression of being entranced isn’t something he can quite hide.

“You look like royalty, milady.” His words would be delivered with a light bow, but his eyes would linger just a moment too long, almost as if he’s silently claiming her presence.

He’d be quick to offer himself as her escort, positioning himself by her side as though to make it clear that he’ll be the one to keep an eye on her. Though he wouldn’t say it, there’s a slight possessiveness to his gesture, protective and poised.

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Wild’s eyes would go wide as he takes her image in, clearly not expecting her to look so breathtaking. (I mean, he already KNEW she was gonna be breathtaking. But dang did she destroy any possible assumptions he made of what she would wear.)

His usual easygoing nature would fade momentarily, leaving him staring with a kind of raw admiration.

“You look…beautiful, Ava.” His voice would be quiet, almost reverent, and there’s a touch of surprise in his tone, like he’s caught off guard by just how strongly he feels.

Though he quickly returns to his usual self, Wild’s eyes keep straying back to her, taking in every detail with a kind of hunger he can’t completely suppress. (It’s all in the eyes, The others would have to nudge him to get him to control His facial expressions) It’s subtle, but his gaze holds protectiveness mixed with admiration.

The chain said there was a grand fancy party?? It's so vague Ava is a little suspicious. But if theyre allowing her to go all out, and they encourage her even, a dress like this is fine, right? There are many people shes mostly close and intimate with attending, and she shouldn't worry about any VIP strangers that she has to put up a front for either. She can let loose, and feel as extravagant and beautiful wearing that wine red ballgown for as much as she likes. Especially when her heroes are looking after her very carefully... :))

@gliphyartfan

[thelightone]

[peapod20001]

also may I have a Michael you haven't posted him since December and he's on me mind

You saw what happened to the sketch </3

I still can’t draw people holding babies rip

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

I can't write anything rn my brain isn't working but CONSIDER

"I think I may be gay."

"Yeah? What made you realize?"

"You."

[slaasherslut]

An Angry Bean Rises: Ava & The Sinclair Boys

Part two of "An Angry Bean Rises: Ava's Side"

Ava awoke from her short nap on the couch to her phone vibrating on the coffee table. The stress of today and all the yelling tired her out and gave her a massive headache, the pills she took earlier had done nothing. The vibrations caused annoyance to build up inside her. When they didn't stop, she answered.

"What?" She answered, the annoyance was obvious.

"Hey sweetpea, you doin' alright?" It was Lester and he sounded concerned. She felt bad for how she answered him.

"Hey baby, where are you? I've been missing you." She sat up on the couch and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"I'm just helpin' out around town, everyone's all in a tizzy. Have the twins been there yet?"

"Vincent is here, I have him up in the guest room. Cleaned him up a little bit, Michael really did a number on him. I think a few of his ribs and his nose is broken." Lester sighed, Ava sighed right back before she continued. "Can you come home? I need you here... please?"

Lester smiled softly, it could be heard in his voice. "Of course, ill be home as soon as I can. Okay?" She hummed in response. "I love you, Ava."

"I love you too, Les." The line then went dead. She checked the time when she hung up, looks like she was only asleep for around half an hour. She was definitely gonna need a lot more sleep than that after today was over.

She set her phone back on the coffee table before making her way upstairs to check on Vincent. As much as she was absolutely furious with him for the way he acted, he was still her brother in law, and she knew Ellie would be disappointed if Vincent went home in a worse state. When Ava approached the guest room, the door was already open halfway. She tapped her knuckles on the door before pushing it all the way open. Vincent was laying in bed seemingly in deep thought. The sound of the door opening and her footsteps alerted him to her presence, turning to face her and attempting to sit up. Ava made a motion as if to say "No, don't get up" before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How are ya feelin' Vin?"

"Still in pain but ill live." He signed.

Ava nodded. "Listen, I know today has been totally fucked up. I'm gonna try to talk to Ellie and-" The front door swung open. She assumed Les had finally made his way home until a different southern drawl called her name. It was Bo. Oh god not him too. She called down to him. "Were up here!" She gave Vincent an apologetic look before Bo made his way into the bedroom. He nodded a greeting to Ava, who was moving to stand, before looking at his twin.

"Damn Vince, you look like you got hit by a truck."

"Feels like it." He signed back. Bo stood with his arms crossed. The longer he stood there staring at Vincent the more Ava could see the gears turning in his head. He was thinking, and that thinking was starting to make him angry.

"Vin." Bo started. "I fuckin' told you not to do it you jealous bastard. I fuckin' told you not to. Ya did it anyway and you dragged me into it." Ava scoffed. She thought she was quiet enough to where it wouldn't be heard but Bo turned his attention towards her, barring his teeth and clenched jaw.

"What're you huffin' at, princess?" His voice was filled with malice.

Ava chuckled. "Jealous bastard? Really? You of all people are gonna call Vincent a jealous bastard?" She took a step closer to Bo, glaring at him. "You've killed men so violently that Vinny couldn't even use the bodies for so much as breathing the same air as Percy. You aint one to talk, bud."

"Oh shut the fuck up, this aint yer fight." He sneered.

"Aint my fight? You two are in my house and my friend was almost murdered today so yes it is my fucking fight!" Ava was, for the second time that day, yelling at one of the Sinclair boys. They're argument was so heated and loud that they never heard the front door opening and closing followed by footsteps bounding up the stairs. She was pulled backwards as Lester came up from behind her. Both parties continued to scream at each other while Vincent sat on the bed in silence watching the calamity unfold

"HEY!" Lester shouted loud enough to be heard over the screaming. The three others stopped and stared at him. All three of them have never heard Lester get so loud or angry. "Quit fuckin' screamin' in my house! You!" He pointed at Vincent. "Fuckin' stay here!" He turned to Bo. "And you! Go downstairs and shut the fuck up for cryin' out loud!"

The room fell into a deafening silence. The three were still baffled. Lester was never one to yell or even raise his voice. Ava could feel her stomach flip at his angry outburst. She was glad he did it though, she was tired of all the yelling. Bo muttered a few hushed curses before storming out the door and down the stairs.

Ava gave Vincent an apologetic look. "Sorry for all the shouting, Vin. Ill bring you up some water and a couple ice packs." Ava said before Lester closed the bedroom door as they left him to relax. The couple walked down the hall a ways, stopping at the top of the stairs before they both breathed a sigh of relief, Lester leaned back against the wall. Ava looked at him with a sly smile. He had a puzzled look on his face but his lips started to tug upward.

"Whatcha lookin' at me like that for?"

"You're kinda hot when you get all angry." Ava giggled as a blush coated his face. He grabbed her by the belt loops of her shorts and pulled her to press her body against his.

"You think so?" He asked as her arms wrapped around his neck. She bit her lip and nodded with a giggle. He pulled her in for a deep kiss when the sound of a car horn was heard coming from just outside. They separated with a sigh.

"Were finishing that later." Ava pointed at him with a wink as she started descending the stairs.

"Yes ma'am." The couple jogged downstairs, Ava headed for the door while Lester went to go find Bo. She looked out one of the front windows to see Percy's signature mustang in the driveway. Ava walked outside to meet her, walking around to the drivers side as the window rolled down.

"Hey Perc." Ava leaned her elbows against the door.

"Is Bo here?" Percy bit her lip, she looked worried. This girl could never go without her "southern tempest" for too long.

"Yeah hes inside, you gonna take him home?" Percy nodded and Ava laughed. "Okay ill go get him." She pushed herself off the car and jogged inside. Lester and Bo were standing in the kitchen talking and drinking a beer.

"Bo!" She called "Percy's here to take you home!"

Bo muttered a "thank god" before downing the rest of his beer and heading out the door, jumping in his girlfriends car. Ava shouted "Love you!" as they backed out of the driveway. The door quickly shut and the stressed out girl fell back against the wood.

"Oh thank god! I don't think I could handle another minute of all three of you under the same roof today."

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