#oc captain pal

[elysianightsss]

Pen Pal Price Part Two🫧🍑

nsfw ahead so I’ll cut it off at that point…reader is also described as chubby below because I am so they are too lol.

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His voice startles you to the point where you visibly flinch, it’s nothing like how you imagined it to be. First of all, you didn’t know he was British. The accent that wraps around his words so sharply is one you recognise but can’t quite put your finger on in this moment.

His voice is deep, rumbles out somewhere from within his chest. It vibrates through the phone and through you. For him your honeyed voice drips into him like the sweetest summer wine.

“Sound so pretty.” You hear him mutter, barely a whisper but definitely something he was trying to hide. Your cheeks burn as you blush hard, your bottom lip caught between your teeth while you think of what to say to the man you’ve been writing to for weeks on end.

So many words exchanged and yet now you’re at a loss. Can’t think properly, it begs the question; how will you react when you meet in person?

“I haven’t got long, I guess now’s the time I tell you what I do for a living.” He chuckles lightly and you wish you could see his face while he does.

“Sounds intriguing.” You frown though your face is still smile stricken.

“Oh you bet it is love. Very dangerous, rough. I don’t think you’d want to hear about it.”

“Excuse me good sir, I live for danger. Did I not tell you how I dangerously painted the spare bedroom the other day? Though I don’t think it went well.” You joked looking over at the room that was half done and had paint streaks pointing in all different directions.

“Are you doubting your mad painting skills?” Your heart soared at the joke, at his laugh, just all of this. Being able to speak to him properly, being able to communicate more easily without waiting a whole week for his response to arrive by post. Shifting through the mail everyday desperate to read his words. You hadn’t felt this happy in years.

“Maybe just a little.” There’s a pause, and you think you hear some background chatter, something about unit leaving and someone definitely says captain, “maybe you could help me?”

“I definitely will.” He doesn’t hesitate with his answer, it’s so sure and so final. It says a lot about him. You’re desperate to know more. “I’m sorry love, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tomorrow? Same time?”

And he does, you lunge for the phone practically jumping through the air to answer him. You chat about useless things, have silly little conversations about everyday life. There are days when you think it’s his day off work, those days he stays on the phone to you for hours. Those days are your favourite.

He tells you about the new book he got and even reads you a few chapters while you cook dinner, he makes you promise to cook him a meal sometime. You don’t hesitate to agree.

Again he loves the domesticity of it all, how prefect you are in his eyes, though his ocean blues haven’t actually seen you yet. What a perfect little wife you would make. He knows it’s far too soon to think about things like that but he cannot help himself.

The way you fly away with yourself, talking about what you’re doing that day or joking about something you saw on tv or giggling about the cupcakes you were making because the icing went wrong making what you piped look like pigs instead of the unicorns you were going for, for you niece’s birthday party.

He listens with his eyes closed, dreaming of the day he comes back from deployment. The day he comes back to you, to home smelling of freshly baked goods. His pretty lady waiting for him all smiles and giggles. He wishes.

“Um..” you pause unsure, wondering what if he says no.

“What is it love?” He asks so worried. So ready to fix any problem you throw his why. Once again though you hesitate and once more he encourages you, “Come on pretty lady, tell me. What’s up?” You let the nickname you’ve reprimanded him about numerous times slide with what you’re about to ask.

“D-Did you want t-to video call?” He grins at how fucking adorable you are. The way you stutter just asking a simple question like that. He bites back a groan at the way he stiffens in his trousers. Dirty old man.

“I would love to.” He of course then had to explain he had a flip phone. You laughed hard at him and said he would need a smartphone. You had no idea he would go and buy one just to video call you with. Another thing you reprimand him for, spending his hard earned money so easily like that. His little lady nagging him, and all he does is smile at the sound. He loves it.

Your heart hammers in your chest as the phone rings. A lot like the first time he called you. You had talked him through the set up and helped him understand what an app is and how to call on text on a smart phone. And finally, you told him how to video call. Which app to press, you were just explaining how it works when your phone begins to buzz with ‘John💕 is FaceTime you’ popping up on the screen. Your number of course being the first one he added.

You can’t help but feel nervous, checking you look semi okay on the screen before pressing the green answer button. Then your breath is knocked out of you so hard you actually choke, John fussing about getting some water and breathing for him goes in one ear and out the other. You can’t look away from him even as you catch your breath.

He’s nothing like you pictured and yet he’s perfect.

He looks like the kind of man you picture when you read romance novels and the kind of man that sneaks into the dreams that have you waking up hot under the collar and panties sticking to you uncomfortably. The little description of himself you asked for certainly did not do him justice.

“Hi love.”

“Hi John.”

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Even though you frown, you can’t stop a smile from splitting your face.

You’ve got chubbier cheeks and thicker thighs than most girls, something you’re insecure about and john can tell. But fuck you look gorgeous to him. Over the next few weeks John catches on to just how badly you feel about your body image, the way you put yourself down in favour of supermodels, the way you wear oversized clothing to cover yourself up. He finds himself grumbling, hating it each second more than the last.

He understands how badly beauty culture has fucked over women who are genuinely beautiful but are made to feel like they’re nothing. He gets it, he does. But he certainly doesn’t agree. Especially not with you. He finds himself dreaming of those squishable cheeks of yours, the way you’re so soft around the edges, he can tell.

You completely did him in last Monday, it’s the middle of winter for goodness sake, how did he know that you’d be wearing shorts when he FaceTimed you. Gym shorts that hugged your plump ass so fucking perfectly, that flashed your thick thighs to him. Christ, he’s been thinking about those pretty thighs all week long. When he’s running drills, your thighs are on his mind. When he’s planning out a mission with his unit, your thighs are on his mind. And when he’s alone at night with his hand wrapped around his swollen cock, your thighs are on his mind.

He can’t stand it anymore, it’s been agonising with how busy he’s been not calling you, not seeing you or hearing your voice. No knowing what you’ve been up to or how your day has gone. He calls and he praises the Lord above for bringing you to him, when you answer. A prayer on his lips, a beg for you to become his wife one day when you’re there smiling in the cutest silk pyjama set he’s ever seen. It hugs you exquisitely, showing off your rounded edges and all John can think about is how he can’t wait to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your tummy.

You’re clearly fresh out the shower or bath with your damp hair and freshly wash face, but John’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life, in fact he tells you so. You haven’t felt your cheeks burn the way they did then, well maybe one other occasion.

“Love?”

“Yes John?”

“Would you like to meet me for coffee tomorrow? At that cafe you like?” He’s hopeful when he asks, you can not only hear it in his voice but see it in his face. “I’m in the area for work and have a few days where I’m free and I’d love to see you.”

You can’t recall a time in your life where all you did was smile, but since you found John, you don’t remember what not smiling all the time was like. You don’t remember anything other than how happy he makes you. So you take a breath, you muster up the courage and say yes.

“I’d love to see you too John. Just tell me what time and I’ll be there.”

[cicicolorao]

This pen is so fucking good holy SHIT I already drew a bit with it it’s so fun

[hershelwidget]

Some more Octonauts doodles :3 ft. Lars

Woa! Guys!

nono its fine they’re just sleepy ok. nothing horrible has happened the ship just needs to rest ok. ok

when you look at bae

*slaps roof of inkling* you can put so much love and care and thought into this old man. step 1: give him a husband. step 2: profit

i am a particularly insane variant of the average octonauts oc maker :3

LAST THING

hold the octopus

[rxg1nald]

man im so sleepy

alright, i said i’d ramble about him here so here you go [offers crumbs]

the thing about Morice is that he’s so. isolated

throughout his years of living, he’s never really had a close connection with somebody besides with like. one person

but that whole story is complicated

so i will save it for another day

while his routine and schedules keep him busy, he has some sort of desire for a connection, even if he attempts to keep that feeling deep down inside, locked away

he’s supposed to be solitary, he knows that

but he yearns for something different

he’s just horrified to step out of the circle he has put himself in

he’s scared of starting something new because he’s never gonna know what will happen, unlike when he’s doing his routines

part of him is curious! he wonders what will happen if he changed things

[floofle-universe]

Happy Valentine’s Day 🍐💗 🐇

Dani(left) belongs to @captainsaltypear and Bean(right) belongs to me

Plus flat color alt

[limboraptor]

Ok you know what? Fuck it. Throws out my Captain OC

Meet Ventresca Cookie, AKA Captain Bigeye!! (Ref drawn by my bestie @cornkernelcorp!)

Captain Bigeye here is a renown sailor from the lower city of the Republic who takes pride in his job: Sea monster hunting! This man is ABSOLUTELY fearless, willing to sail through hurricanes to get his catch! NOBODY knows how he hasn't been killed yet. He's not part of the navy, nor does he have his own crew (NOBODY is willing to get hired because they don't want to die LMAOO)

He's also very good rivals with Captain Caviar! (they're the type to have a full-on brawl in a bar one night, but laugh and hug each other the next) Unlike Caviar, Ventresca is buddy-buddy with pretty much anyone, even pirates! Just as long as you don't threaten him or his pals!

I wanted to make an OC off of one of my favorite foods: Ventresca tuna: Specifically the cans from Ecuador, which are from Bigeye tuna! (That's where his nickname comes from!)

[opal-owl-flight]

Can you please tell us more about Neo4. What's their background.

“I need your help.”

Thing is -- I dont exactly own that character! Hes owned by @pastille-pain ... I asked them abt his deets, so here it is under the readmore!

His recruitment by 3 is also under the readmore :) (+more notes abt pre-sploon3)

(From my pal)

My Precious Soy Sauz

Aka croissant

Where he comes from is inkopolis

Lived there his whole life actually. A very sheltered kid due to being raised by grandparents that were in Octaria at one point. So they wanted to make sure nothing really happened to him

An only child but he had his cousin (Nakji, Takoyaki) of the three, he'd be the middle child with Nakji and the youngest.

He's got two friends (three if we count malachite -- the smallfrt) outside of the platoon. Dulce, and (unfortunately) Scara

He dating Melon (oc of mine), we know this

Kinda funny it started as her just battling with him cause he was good but then it turned something more

His time before the platoon was mostly

"Hey are you related to that Sauz idol?" Or "hey, you related to that Sauz wrestler?" It got annoying very quickly so he started introducing himself as croissant and nothing else

Aside from that, if he wasn't turfing he was at home reading or watching shows. Guys a very boring person

He's a pretty big OTH fan...

All this above is still the same even while being apart of the platoon minus the constant questions about his relatives and adding college into the mix

He can do some really cool shit when he's focused (like absolutely demolish competition in turf) but he's also easily distracted so I think you can imagine how that goes

His stress relief is shopping (mostly window shopping, very rarely does he actually buy anything)

He never gets too mad but we know the face if he does

Fun fact, you will never catch this man in pants

Short and anything else

Not pants

The only time he's ever seen wearing pants is in his agent gear and that's cause it's what was given to him.

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Heres a bonus too, of 3s recruitment of him!

It was a turfing match, and theyve been watching the krak-on user the whole round. They took note of how he responded to stress, to bad calls, and how he acted on his own following calls he had judged as bad. Once it was over, they followed the team into the lobby.

They stand tall against the doorframe theyre leaning against, presence as cold and as commanding as ever.

(Nevermind that Croissant is taller AND older than them, that squid is intimidating as FUCK)

A whistle, calling the team over.

"|May I have a word?|" they sign, "|Ive been watching your team turf for the last few rounds.|"

Scara, the team captain, spits a "Who the FUCK are you."

3s eyebrows raise in surprise. But they should expect it... casual turfers dont usually know their name.

They went to the smaller leagues for a reason. If something happened to a big name in the scene, and its found that they had something to do with it-

No. No. They mentally shake their head. They are NOT picking this person because they are going to be fucking canon fodder.

"|Who I am is not important. Not much, anyway.

I am... interested in one of your teammates.|"

a nod towards Croissant. "|As a krak-on user myself, his performance has impressed me.|"

"Has he now. You seen our losses?? Are you making fun of us??"

"|He has great potential.|" they sign, ignoring the outburst. "|I would like to...|" theres a slight pause. "|...train with him.|"

"I can train my team perfectly, all by myself. Get lost."

They give a cold stare back. "|Im sure that has worked very well for you thus far.|"

The captain didnt seem to want to back down. 3 continues, ear twitching.

"|This request was not aimed towards you, anyway. Im asking him.|"

"BUT-"

"|I want to hear HIS answer.|"

A test. 3 saw that Scara was pushing him around and the only reason they won the match was bc Croissant decided to go his own way. Will he go his own way now?

"Well I know he'll choose to stick with me-"

"Oh I'd love to train with you I like helping others :D"

"You weren't supposed to say that."

3 nods. "|It begins now. Come. We have much to discuss. And as for you.|"

They clack their beak. "|Captain to captain. You need to listen to your teammates more.|"

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Once they are in a more private space...

"|Training is only one part of the deal.

I apologize for not being upfront. This is a matter of national security, and I cannot mention much about it beyond base.|"

I suppose Croissant hasnt heard...or at least, isnt into much of the so-called Hero of Inkadia thats plastered everywhere in Inkopolis? If he was, hed at least start thinking of all that being like... "wait all that media was based on something real???"

(3 mentioning national security and a base may also inspire thoughts of "wow this squid's a fucking nerd...")

"|You are free to reject my request if you feel unfit for the task at hand. But where are my manners? I have yet to formally introduce myself.

Topside, I am known as FOR3VRFRSH. Here, I am the Captain of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

I suppose youve heard of such a force...? No?|

Mm.

|Just know that we keep Inkadia more or less safe from nation-destroying threats.|"

He accepts the offer... but he also wasn't thinking too hard on it cause he saw an opportunity to step away from Scara and took it immediately.

3 nods, beckoning him towards the sewer line. As they walked backwards into base, they signed to him. "|From this point onwards, you will be referred to as Agent...Four.|"

Theres a very slight waver of their hand as they signed the number.

"|You show much promise, from what Ive observed in turf. Dont disappoint me.|"

"The only person I disappoint is that guy, but he's just very critical-"*

Theres a glint in 3s eye, a look of amusement... "|...Overly critical is putting it lightly.|"

"I promise to do my best still."

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3 introduces him as the new Agent 4 and I feel Marie just scrunches her nose a bit. Then sees the look in 3s eye...

To the folks from the regions around 3s home (Callie, Marie, Cuttlefish), theyre not subtle about missing her.

[honeydewsour]

The Quibbler but as monthly shoujo magazine cover parody with wizarding world fanfic titles

(made this while ago to play around with fonts and giggles so pardon the messiness)

might become a series hopefully getting all the titles covered as the cover art or/and adding new titles …uuuh let’s see, any idea what bonus gift for the next parody?chocolate frogs?snitch keychain?? also can anyone guess which shoujo magazine i used for reference?

warning all of the titles mentioned are 18+ read the tags!

a bit of review me gushing out/screaming about the fanfics mentioned, under the cut;

A Good Man Is Hard To Find by @cloniccouer

Sebastian Sallow x Player Character | completed | post canon 7th year au | re-read worthy | characterization 10/10 | cinema | easter eggs type of writing | the more you re-read the better | banter between the characters is one of the best part | filling the hole in the canon hp universe | this is probably the 3rd time i mentioned this fic in my blog | that’s your sign to read it! |

Lace, Letters, and Lectures: Professor Sallow by @mahoushoujom

Sebastian Sallow x Player Character | ongoing | post hogwarts au | professor!seb au | fluffy | characterization 10/10 l definitely the type of fic where it’s even better when you binged it | sweet n spicy iykyk |

Lost Connection by AsphodelRose87

Harry Potter x OFC | completed | Post Hogwarts Battle au | questionable harry | questionable character(s) | questionable decisions | messy, just messy | the kind of messy i like | auror!harry au | right person wrong time and place or right place and time wrong person? |

break a sweat by @shadowtriovibes

Sebastian Sallow x OFC | ongoing | 7th year au | but iirc there is also a tumblr completed ver? if you want to read it | sports & sweats yeah | seeker!seb au | imelda best captain you can ask | inappropriate use of the room of requirement ahem |

Post War by @josiecarioca

Severus Snape x OFC | ongoing | EVELYN BLACK IS SO MOTHER | this one is masterpiece | cinema | Post Hogwarts Battle au | Snape lives au | i still read Al-Andalus part A LOT | better writing than some of tv series out there | exploring more about hogwarts founders | characterization 10/10 | especially the OCs | even the villains | altering the chemicals in my brain | prepare yourself | for this life changing event |

Unraveling of Fates by @aesopsharpstuff

Aesop Sharp x OFC | ongoing | pre canon au | ex auror OFC | werewolves | trauma | i can feel nina’s pain through the screen or am i just dramatic | unreliable ministry & headmaster black what’s new?? | 1880s hogwarts staff are baddass | not talking about a certain headmaster obv |

In The Shadow of Us by @slytherizz

Sebastian Sallow x Player Character | completed | post hogwarts au | #sebastiansallowgettingoutfromazkabanparty /jk uuuh not really but that’s the vibe | post azkaban | enemies to lovers mmm slurrp | was it a misunderstanding or was it betrayal? |

To Frame the King (of Cats) by heartsof_theround

Ominis Gaunt x OFC | ongoing | OMINIS IS A CAT PERSON CONFIRMED | nostalgic shoujo manga vibes except the 18+ part | sigh…teenagers | emotionally constipated ominis | lowkey stalkish OFC | cute cats | lot of cats | slow burrnnnn | character development | this fic might be the next art cover i will draw |

Of Paper Planes and Wildflowers by @eggymf-archived

Ominis Gaunt x OFC | ongoing? | filthy in the beginning | wholesome heartwarming vibe after that | pen pals | the letters is the best parts i still re-read them a lot | this fic lives rent free in my head | you don’t know me but eggy i miss you | idk why but i’m always getting hungry reading this | prepare snacks |

[floofyboi57]

Heyyyyyy- Indigo Park Fandom?

I made an OC—

Meet Captain Wolfheart! A scurvy sea dog with a nose for treasure! He has a Pirates of the Caribbean type ride within Ocean Odyssey

Relationship Chart and Elaborations under the cut:

Rambly - Best and only crewmate! Rambly connects to the screens within Wolfheart’s ride and he leads the riders through the adventure. Wolfheart thinks he has the makings of a fantastic pirate

Finley - Neighbors given how Wolfheart is in his area. Wolfheart constantly forgets how harmless Finley is and fears whenever he resurfaces, thinking his ship will capsize. Sometimes he’ll give Finley “offerings” of pretty shells to provide him with calm waters.

Mollie - No pirate is complete without their parrot! Wolfheart will try to coax Mollie on to his shoulder with crackers and sometimes calls her ‘Polly’ instead of her actual name. Mollie finds him entertaining, and he’s always willing to give her a ride to the main land when she crashes on an island.

Lloydford - Sea Shanty pals, not very close- but Wolfheart has appeared in some of Lloyd’s shows….as backup of course.

Salem - They have a very “You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” dynamic. Whenever there’s treasure, Salem is always there to try and snatch it from Wolfheart- letting him do all the tracking. He claims to hate them, but a part of him has a deep fondness for them. Salem, though they won’t admit it, likes him too- it’s why they mess with him so much.

[screamlet]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tag @rcmclachlan!!!

my brain has been infidelity hours 24/7 for the past week+, so here's some single dad tommy to give me some hope in humanity.

in this verse, tommy's son shawn, denny, chris, and shawn's OC bff are all the same age and school pals. this is set around the start of s2.

A few days later, Tommy and his giant morning coffee are walking Shawn to the schoolyard when Shawn gasps. "That's Christopher, he's in Denny's class and he's so cool. He just moved here from Texas with his dad and his dad's a firefighter, too!" "No kidding," Tommy says. "Wanna go talk to them?" Christopher is already waving at Shawn, who bolts towards him. The adult next to him has a hand on Christopher's shoulder, protective, and his eyes are narrowed at Tommy. Tommy gives his best helpless goofball smile before he jogs over after Shawn. "Hey, I'm Tommy," he says, offering his hand. He takes it with a tight smile, the grip a little too firm to be friendly, exactly. "And I see Shawn's already introduced himself."  "He sure has." This guy finally smiles because Shawn's devastatingly cute and earnest when he wants to be. "Eddie, Eddie Diaz, and this is Christopher. We just moved here from El Paso."

"My dad's a firefighter, too," Shawn says quickly. "He's a pilot, he flies helicopters and planes." Christopher gasps. "Really?"  The firefighter thing seems to have loosened something up in Chris's dad. "For the LAFD? What station?" "217 out of Harbor. How about you?" "I'm a probationary firefighter over at the 118." Tommy chokes on his coffee. "What? That's my old house." "The 118!" Shawn yells. "I used to be there all the time when I was a baby. There was this captain who was a total jerk—" "Not Nash," Tommy interrupts. "He's a good guy." Tommy peeks around at Shawn, turns him around a little. "And we don't use that kind of language here at school when there's new friends and their parents we want to impress." "Are you saying he wasn't a jerk?" Shawn asks. "You call him a jerk all the time!" "I'm saying don't call people jerks until you're 50 feet off school property, huh? That goes for any other colorful language you pick up, sponge." Tommy turns back to Eddie and Chris, smiling. "Seven. What an age."

[greyrain23]

Grey's selfships!

》Honkai Star Rail《

Sunday 『Sunrey』

Best friend's older brother + pen pals + lil bit of forbidden love

Lovely art by my lovely mooties - L-R: coco, Xixi, Nick

》Genshin Impact《

Neuvillette 『Neuvirey』

Oblivious to love + friends to lovers

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Dainsleif

Silent/secret selfships...

I won't be too chatty about these ones unless specifically asked or if I'm dying to share

》Kaiju no. 8《

Narumi Gen 『Rurey』 (Ruri. 'Genuine' in Japanese)

Mistaken identity (Grey doesn't recognize the first division captain) + gaming buddies

》Zenless Zone Zero《

Ellen Joe 『GreyShark』

Cuddle buddies to more

》Honkai Star Rail《

Blade 『Greyxing』 (thank you Lexi)

Immortal x mortal

》Wind Breaker《

Mitsuki Kiryu 『Kirey』 (Kirei. 'Pretty' in Japanese)

Childhood friends to lovers

》Tokyo Revengers《

Rindou Haitani 『—』

Enemies to lovers

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Kokonoi Hajime 『Eyko』

Second chance romance x first love

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Wakasa Imaushi 『Reyshi』

Opposites attract + coworkers

》Blue Lock《

Itoshi brothers 『Itorey』

Love triangle + photographer's muse + fwb (Sae)

》Link Click《

🤫

》Otome Games《

Rafayel (Love and Deepspace)

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Luke (Tears of Themis)

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+ kind of Sylus + Marius (there's something there haha)

Mydei x The Prophet

The Prophet is kind of a mix of an oc and self insert. She doesn't have a name besides Grey right now (it might change). Her information page is on my pinned.

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

The Knight In Shining Chromium (Series)

WARNING: MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol consumption, threats, mean!phasma, betrayl, slight angst, flufff?, use of ocs, Phasma being tall yk :)

part two

┌───── •✧✧• ─────┐ The Presence of The Captain

└───── •✧✧• ─────┘

sum: after Hux has taken over y/n’s kingdom it’s up to her to try and save her people from the first order and evade a certain shiny armored Captain

(Not proofread)

Y/n rested in her chambers, sitting and reading in her spot on the window seat. A soft pillow sat in her lap whilst she flipped through the page with her nimble fingers. She was relieved to finally have a moment to herself and not be constantly bombarded with the First Order. If only she had trusted her gut and banished her royal advisor, Iris Firestar, then this situation would’ve never happened.

The Kingdom of Kalisto wasn’t in shambles, unlike other planets the First Order had taken over.

The recent invasion of their home was very much traumatizing, they lost many warriors that tragic day. The war was merciless, though, some were spared. Y/n couldn’t forget the moment they had breached the walls of the great Palace and captured y/n and her remaining family, which was her two sisters.

One older sister, Lanovah, and youngest sister, Danica. Their parents had died a few years ago and everything was well, that was until Iris had got a little power hungry.

Hux had locked y/n in her chambers with no way out, except for a window that dropped at least a couple hundred feet. So, unless she wanted to die a painful death, she couldn’t get out.

Knock. Knock.

“What is it now, Hux?” The Princess huffed, shutting her book with a slam, the door opened revealing the corrupt advisor.

“Oh. You.” She seethed, crossing her arms, not moving an inch, yet Iris moved quick grabbing the girl’s arm and yanking her up, not even saying a word. Her face was expressionless as she dragged her across the Palace, the Young Princess screamed and shouted behind her doing her best to resist her grasp. Throwing the throne rooms’ doors open she pushed her inside, shutting them promptly behind her, “You sick monsters, what do you want from me now? Money?” Troops marched into the throne room with an organized fashion, another one that looked like a trooper walked in behind them. The figure commanded respect, never faltering in their confident movements. She instructed for the troops to disperse around the room, her voice was harsh, rough, but feminine in a way, they all replied with a ‘Yes, Captain Phasma.’

Hmm. Y/n knew of that name, she could faintly remember her people gossiping about a highly decorated Captain from the first order

“I’m saddened, you think so lowly of me, Princess Y/n” Armitage smirked, his hands secured behind his back, he took a step forward, explaining the situation to the princess, no one in the royal family would be left alone without a trooper with them at all times.

In this case for y/n, Captain.

“I’ve assigned you, Captain Phasma, one of our finest” He stepped aside to let the chrome armored woman stand next him, her aura never fading, it seemed that Hux was being rushed and hastily sent them off to do what ever it is the Princess needed to do.

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“So, what do you like to do?” Y/n asked, looking up at the tall Captain her armor was perfectly polished, so much so that she could see herself in the reflection. She’d tried to get to know the First Order Captain but it had been a few hours and she hadn’t said a peep. Anytime she’d need to go somewhere Phasma was always a few feet or…inches away.

She didn’t sign up for this! No, this couldn’t be happening her privacy was always something she valued. Now, it was ruined all due to that Armitage and this walking disco ball. She’d abandoned any form of manners, she prayed to the maker that she’d have the strength not to just smack the Captain in the head. Though, she was sure she’d be overpowered.

She opened her window revealing the glorious City surrounding the Palace walls. Her eyes stung with many emotions, she looked out at the city she failed to protect, she had failed her parents, her people, her oath.

She could feel the other woman’s presence in the room standing firm like a statue. She wondered what was under that perfectly polished exterior. Maybe what lay beneath doesn’t resemble the outside.

The princess huffed, throwing the book she was reading before onto a pile of them on the floor. She sniffled as tears began to resurface, Phasma turned her head toward the young woman, her face shielded her from revealing any sort of emotion not that she was going to show them any way. Her just smirked knowing that the princess realized that there was no way out of this. Surely, now that the First Order has the upper hand, this Kingdom will be a base of some sort, who knows what obstacles and difficulties the people of Kalisto will endure. Maybe, the First Order will receive a protest of some sort.

Only time would tell on how this disaster would end up.

———

Pretty short but proud of what I got together in a short amount of time!

[loosesodamarble]

Can you answer for Josele please.

(clutches heart and falls over, happy in death) 💖

DID NOT SEE GETTING MY OWN OC ASKED FOR AS A POSSIBILITY! BUT ANON, YOU ARE LOVED! BLESS!

Favorite thing about them: Balanced masculine and feminine energy! She will hunt (stereotypical men's work) and cook (stereotypical women's work). She gushes over weapons and clothes. She likes the crude jokes of Yami and Zora but also enjoys some womanly gossip with her gal pals.

Least favorite thing about them: This is my own doing but I gave her initial design (which is her cursed self) such a plain look. It makes sense that she's not putting effort into her looks. But hnnnnnggggaaaaahhhhh!

Favorite line: This line comes from the fic Don't Tell Me Goodbye. I love the way Josele shows some of her insecurity and selfishness in regards to her relationship with Morgen in this line. There's more build up, like, a whole other paragraph leading up to this but the final lines of Josele's venting is the best part of it.

Please, don’t tell me ‘goodbye,’ Morgen. I know it’s stupid and selfish of me but… I’m your girlfriend, aren’t I? Can’t you at least say ‘I’ll be back’ or ‘see you later’?

brOTP: Josele's friend group with the various (oc) wives of the Magic Knight Captains, namely Zera (@lyranova's oc shipped with William), Solara ( @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's oc shipped with Fuegoleon), and Briar Rose (@koneko-pi's oc shipped with Nozel). Somehow, these women are able to be a voice of reason for their husbands while also getting up to their own nonsense. I love the quartet. They're great together! KJDHIAEHAIEUH!

OTP: Hee hee~! More like OT3! Nacht x Josele x Morgen. I give her both. She loves both and both love her~! 💖

nOTP: Josele x Yami. I want to make it perfectly clear that under no circumstances would these two ever be romantically involved with each other.

Random headcanon: Hates slimey/sticky textures. Liquid glue makes her want to vomit. She can hardly stand cleaning gunk from a drain. Just a no-go for her. The only exception is dealing with blood. Like, she can acknowledge that blood feels sticky as it dries, but she has a mental disconnect that allows her gut a deer without any averse reactions.

Unpopular opinion: Uh... That's hard to say since, as an oc, not many people actually know about her so there's not many opinion about here. But if I had to say something that people might not want to hear... Her bond with Vanessa is one of the weakest amongst the Bulls and it's bad enough that the Red Thread of Fate has no effect on Josele (and remember, the spell still protected Luck while he was possessed, meaning that Josele has a lot of work to do with Vanessa). It's something that decided to include to give some depth to Josele's dynamics with the Bulls as a collective.

Song I associate with them: Nai nai by ReoNa. The song is about the singer feeling hollow and sorrowful, which is a big part of Josele and her curse. A few of the lyrics also voice a desire to "exist/be here" which Josele does want deep down. Overall, it's a great fit for her.

Favorite picture of them: This art that I commissioned from @cringeyvanillamilk. It shows Josele at multiple points in life and I just akdhgaisurhtartaknvirugnasrthaisruthi! It's a good summary of her! I LOVE IT!

[spookemsdukems]

TY for indulging me my darling mutuals for letting me doodle some lil fusions/kids of our characters!! Helped my brain brr today ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ JAZZ HANDS I NOW PRESENT THE KIDDOS

ON THE LEFT

Unsuur x "Builder" Just a quiet lil baby girl, her name is Opal and she talks to Wilson all the time and Captain (Who I imagine retired at some point) who became her lil support Captain cause she a shy gorl. I think she holds the sleeves of Unsuur and "Builder" anytime they walk around. Captain, Unsuur, and Opal all share a birthday. Arvio x "Builder" Oh my sweet bb Marigold who probably has a million siblings. She loves her Papa and Mama, but the fact she has her Mama's eyes scares her a lil. THEY GLOW IN THE DARK?? It's scary like the monsters under her bed! But Mama hums her songs all the time so its okay. She is real close with Aunty Amirah. Ernest x "Builder" A GRUMPY GOOSE!!! Ernest is so over the top and in love with Quillian's Mom and it drives him NUTS?? STOP Kissing mom in the kitchen every MORNING EUGH GROSS. Also stop stealing her attention blarg. Anyway he does love his Dad but GOSH annoying. He wants more siblings please, he cannot stand to be the soul witness to his Dad's affection towards Mom.

ON THE RIGHT!!

@/guatemama-satanael pls enjoy our darling lil jellyfish child in this hypothetical world! The day they visit the ocean this girl is gonna wanna be one with the sea I have this DEEP feeling in my soul. @/huni-bii IM in love with our SON he's a lil nerd who is a germaphobe, but gosh does he still love rabbits and they are his comfort animal. @/sanddusted-wisteria Demon testtube bbies, they are goblins and I adore them!! They will terrorize the TOWN LET IT BE KNOWN MWAHAHHA! LET THE WORLD KNOW I am open for more moots or new pals to give me permission to use their OCs as I will probably try to do a fictional kiddo for every bachelor/bachelorette in MTAS!

[thewinter-eden]

psycho | han jisung (6/20)

6 : the knife

Pairings: HAN JISUNG x OC | LEE MINHO x 2nd OC

Rating: mature, dark

cross posted on AO3 under the_winter_eden and wattpad under alone-at-last.

Warnings: discussions of murder, torture, rape.

Cass's notes Minho's notes

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pov : minho

How are you today?

He killed one of us last night. An eleven year old. Lily.

According to the pile of missing persons documents at the precinct, eleven-year-old Lily had to be Lilian Williams, an Idaho resident disappeared from Moscow ten months prior.

Minho adds her photo to the stack of notes that he reports to Captain Bang.

“Damn it.” Bang holds the poster loosely in his hands. He looks genuinely distressed by the news, the heavy bags under his eyes dragging at his features. “I’ll have someone check the dump sites we know of, see if we can find her body.” He shakes his head with a disheartened sigh. “Damn it. That makes thirteen.”

Has he hurt you since yesterday?

It was my turn after Lily.

What did he do?

You don’t want to know.

Please tell me.

He ripped out four fingernails.

Minho’s stomach lurches violently at the note in his hands. He feels like he’s going to puke, images of bloodied fingers and fleshy nail beds screaming through his brain.

He doesn’t know what to say back. What does one say to that? ‘I’m sorry’ seems so woefully insufficient. How can she endure it? How do any of them?

His hands shake as he pens a pathetic response.

I can bring antiseptic and bandages.

We have things to keep our wounds clean. But if you have pain medication, some of us will need it in a few days.

I’ll get some. Is something happening?

The next thing he takes is a finger.

How do you know?

He has a list. Some of the girls are farther through it than I am.

Captain Bang corroborates this information. According to all of the bodies so far, many of the girls are scarred and wounded in the same places, by the same methods. Some of them had more injuries than others, and they could now assume with some certainty that those girls had been in captivity for longer.

“We found Lilian Williams’ body this afternoon,” Bang says. “She’s missing her left ring finger. It looks like it’s mostly healed. C.O.D has been determined to be a stab wound to her throat, occurring some time during the night before last, which supports your pen pal’s story.”

His pen pal. What more will it take to convince this man that he’s truly communicating with a victim of Cain Roberts? Minho stares at his hands, watching the skin whiten and redden as he clenches and loosens his fists. “What was her most recent injury?”

There’s a moment of tense silence before Bang swallows audibly and answers. “Coroner identified signs of sexual assault and traces of semen. Based on the amount of tearing, it appeared to be her first occurrence of penetrative assault.”

Ten months.

That’s how far down the list the girls had to be to reach sexual assault.

“Were all of them killed around the ten month mark?” Minho asks at last.

To this question, Bang can offer some relief. “No. Time in captivity hasn’t been a consistent factor. We’re not sure what’s causing him to decide to kill them.”

That seems like both good news and bad news.

Minho grits his teeth. He’s tired of reading about the misery and pain down below and doing nothing about it. He’s sick of disappointing Cass, giving her meaningless reasons for their persistent inaction. It’s driving him mad. “Can we go after them now?”

They have a body. He brought proof. To any rational person, it would be more than enough.

Cassandra Young is exactly who she says she is, and she’s being tortured as they chat over sandwiches.

Though, in his defense, he hasn’t touched his ham on rye.

But Captain Bang just nods solemnly. “I’ll take this to the lead agent. He decides where to go from here but this—this is conclusive evidence. Well done, Officer Lee.”

That much is obvious.

Over the next few days, all Minho can scrounge up are copious amounts of over-the-counter painkillers, which he lowers to Cass in little cloth bundles that she can keep hidden.

He also sends down as many food items as will fit through the tiny hole in the ground and then through the narrow grate of her vent.

Her next request is for a knife. It doesn’t surprise him, but it takes a full hour of convincing the captain to allow him to give the girl a blade.

After that, he hears nothing from her. By the time she’s missed three of their check-ins, he doesn’t know where to let his mind go.

Half of him expects her to come stumbling out of the darkness to meet him, with seven girls in tow.

The other half of him expects to find her body dumped in a ditch.

But then, finally, after nearly thirty-eight hours of complete silence, he gets a message in shaky handwriting, the paper splattered with blood.

No more weapons.

He’s so relieved to get a response from her that he forgets to ask her what happened to the knife.

For the next few days, he does everything he can to supply her with food and medication, enough that she can share with the others.

He tells her about the weather, when it’s raining and when it’s sunny. He tells her what color the sky is, and when the grass starts turning brown.

She asks about his homework, which almost makes him smile. He’s a part time freshman at university, and his grades are suffering for her sake, and he can tell that she knows.

He just doesn’t know why she cares.

He tries to blow her questions off, to focus on her and more important things, but she keeps coming back to his assignments. She wants to know about his essay topics and his classes. She wants to know why he double majored, and why one of the majors is math.

He soon learns that she was supposed to be a freshman at the same university, and that she had enrolled as a student of political science. They probably would have met each other in classes and study groups, and it makes his heart clench.

So he tells her all about his classes, and tells her which ones she’ll probably have to take and which ones to avoid. He tells her about his professors, most and least favorites.

She asks him if the food in the cafeteria is any good, and he tells her about his favorite coffee shop on campus (which is also his favorite coffee shop in town).

He feels terrible, telling her all of the good things about the life she was supposed to be living, and he feels even worse telling her about the less-than-ideal things.

What does he have to complain about, when she’s living underground at the mercy of a serial killer?

But she keeps asking.

He doesn’t sleep. He barely eats. Seungmin has to physically prevent him from taking up residence in the sewer, just in case, and forces him to go home. He barely makes it to class. He misses many of his assignments.

How can he go home and sleep when there are eight girls under his feet, suffering?

Two weeks after he first discovered Cass, he lowers his first note of the day. A simple ‘good morning, Cass. Is there anything I can bring you today?’

The response is immediate. ‘Can you contact my parents? Tell them I’m ok.’

“Absolutely not.” Captain Bang refutes firmly. “If we track down and inform the families, we lose the investigation. The feds have been abundantly clear on this.”

The more he reports to his superior, the more Minho wants to throw him against the wall and hit him until he feels bones breaking. Every time he brings more irrefutable proof that these helpless girls need rescuing, Bang gives him another worthless excuse for not even trying.

“She’s asked for her parents, Captain. They have a right to know what’s happening with their daughter. And if she deserves anything, it’s to hear from her family.”

Bang raises his hands calmingly, which achieves nothing. “I know, Lee. I get it. But if I start bringing in parents, then we lose control of the situation.”

“We don’t have control of the situation.” Minho explodes. “The man just raped and murdered an eleven year old girl and you’re worried about what? Embarrassing him on the news?”

The captain’s eyes harden. “This isn’t a matter of Roberts’ pride. It’s a matter of operational integrity. I am not at liberty to tell you any more than that.”

So he has to tell Cass that the police won’t let him reach out to her parents, and he doesn’t have a response when she writes the word ‘why’ so forcefully into the paper that the pen rips right through.

There’s no answer good enough.

He hears her crying faintly through the vent, sounding a thousand miles away, and all he feels is shame.

pov : anna

Cain and Lily appear in her dreams for days following the incident. Every time she closes her eyes, her mind is pummeled with the shadowy figure of her captor and the deadened eyes of Lily. The coppery scent of blood scrapes through her nostrils and down her throat.

It’s nearly a week before she sleeps any more than an hour or two.

At first, Anna refuses to meet with the others when Han opens her door for evening meal. Instead, she remains on her cot, clutching her burned hand to her chest, and does everything she can not to think about the pool of blood that used to stain her floor.

She focuses on the sting of her ribs to keep the memories away, but it doesn’t work. It only hurts.

Han tries to get her to join the others, to gain strength from their company. He kneels by her bed and whispers empty consolation to the empty look on her face, and when that doesn’t work he leaves her alone. In an attempt to remove the pressure but not the invitation, he doesn’t close the door until it’s time to herd the girls back into their rooms.

It’s four days before she allows herself to crawl off the bed and seek the comfort of the other prisoners, and in that time she has received a matching burn on her other hand.

Han is so relieved that she’s exhibiting signs of life that he personally escorts her into their shoddy community room, a thin arm wrapped so tightly around her waist that her ribs scream in protest, and deposits her directly into Ruby’s arms.

The older girl already has two scarred over, burned hands. She welcomes Anna into her embrace like she doesn’t have enough rage and pain in her own soul to fill the halls of Hades. Ruby lets the newest captive weep into her shoulder with broken abandon, shedding her own tears in solidarity.

None of the girls are unaffected by Lily’s death.

Even Sara, who had been unresponsive the last time Anna saw her, is quick to offer a hand of comfort and commiserate the loss of a friend.

But none of them seem surprised.

“You can never stop reacting.” Ruby whispers, running her mangled hands through Anna’s hair. “You can never let your mind wander or take you away from that chair.” Her tears soak both their faces. “If he doesn’t get to watch you respond to his work, you lose all worth to him.”

Anna doesn’t get it.

She hears Ruby’s words, and she heard when Han told her the same thing. She saw the emptiness in Lily’s eyes even before the life had left them, and watched the resulting knife plunge into her throat.

But she doesn’t get it.

“Why does he do this?”

The other girls share glances. They’ve stopped asking those questions.

Ruby takes a deep breath and runs her fingertips over the scabs beneath Anna’s collarbones. “Cain has a very specific fascination with the way all of us experience the pain that he puts us through. There is no variation to his methods. He does the same things to all of us, on a schedule. We all have these,” She taps the cuts. “And these,” Her arms squeeze only slightly over Anna’s ribs. “And these.” Her hands take Anna’s and lightly touch the bandages over the burns. “You haven’t gotten the rest yet.”

Anna’s face twists in horror and her eyes trace the familiar markings on all of the girls that surround them. “Why?”

They look at her with so much pity and anger in their eyes.

“He likes to watch.” Ruby pulls back to cough into her elbow and recovers slowly. “He likes to see what he can turn us into. But when we stop showing him the progress he wants to see, he ends the experiment. The murders are his only aberration.”

Anna glances over the seven faces before her and wishes she didn’t still see the eighth in the back of her mind. “Lily was so…” Her words choke her. She pulls herself up and forces herself to look at Ruby without falling apart. “It’s like she wasn’t there anymore.”

Fresh tears slip down the older girl’s cheeks. She nods, a sour smile curling her lips. “I hope she wasn’t.”

After Cain steals Anna from her bed to crush the bones of her left arm beneath the heavy swings of a pipe wrench, one of the girls finds her during evening meal. Her name is Cass, one of the girls who has been in captivity for less than a year. In movements obscured by her own body, Cass passes Anna a handful of little white pills.

“It’s just aspirin, but it should be enough to take the edge off.” She whispers, and helps Anna throw it back with great gulps of water.

Anna takes it without question, eyes darting as though Cain might be hidden in the shadows. She wonders if it comes from one of Han’s field kits, but he’s never given her medication before. After all of his caretaking, she assumes that if he has access to painkillers, he would already be giving them. “Where did you get this?”

Cass lifts a finger to her lips, gaze jumping to the vents in the ceiling. She pulls Anna aside by her good arm and brings her face close to whisper. “You can’t tell anyone, not even Hannie. If Cain finds out, he’ll hurt him worse than he hurts us.”

Anna can’t even imagine that.

What’s worse than broken bones and seared flesh?

She finds the shape of Cass’s hand in the dark, and a new kind of horror seeps down her spine.

What’s worse than missing fingers?

Did Han have all of his fingers? Did Ruby? She can’t remember.

“Someone found me.” Cass hisses, her voice hardly more than a breath. “He drops things to me through the vent in my room. He gives me aspirin.”

Anna’s heart flutters. Someone has found them? “Is he going to get us out of here?” She can’t choke down the excitement in her voice, even if she does remember to whisper it. “He’s going to rescue us? When? What do we do?”

Cass’s hand clamps over Anna’s mouth and her eyes widen with urgency. “Quiet.”

That’s when Anna notices the pooling in her eyes. There’s no hope there, no excitement. Cass shakes her head and lets her hand fall. “The police won’t help. They know we’re here, they just…won’t help. They won’t even let me write a letter to my parents.”

Rage floods Anna’s entire body. “Screw them.” She snaps. “If we have someone outside of this place who can help us, let’s find a way out of here.”

Cass just laughs. For a little bit, neither of them say anything as the optimism falls flat between them. Her chin dips and her watery eyes focus on the floor, catching a rasping breath. She yanks a hand through the tangled strands of her dark hair and pretends the bandages of her mutilated hand don’t catch on all the knots.

“I asked him for a knife,” She says at last, and the tears fall. A sniffle punctuates her words, followed by a wet cough.

All of them have a cough by now, even Anna.

It’s hard to know if it’s because of the damp and mildewy conditions, or if it’s the stabbing of their broken ribs.

Anna’s excitement is strangled the moment it starts. “What happened?”

“I waited for the best moment, when he wouldn’t see it. I tried to kill him, I swear I did. But he just pulled the knife out of his stomach like it was nothing.” She pinches her eyes shut and something like guilt enters her expression.

“Did he punish you for it?”

Cass shakes her head. “It wasn’t worth going off script, apparently. He just went ahead and cut my finger off anyway. It was Hannie that he punished.” Her head tilts back as she tries to control herself, but the sobs keep coming. “He thought Hannie gave me the knife.”

Anna thinks back to that morning, and the day before. She hadn’t noticed that Han had any new wounds, but her mind had been on the fire of her burns. Anna bites back a rush of shame. “What did he do to him?”

Cass presses her hand to her stomach and bites her lip. “The same thing I did to him.”

Anna waits until Han brings her back into her room after evening meal to look for the stab wound. He guides her into her room and is surprised when she doesn’t immediately head for the bed and curl up under the tattered blanket. When she just turns to face him in the doorway, he falls still and stares back.

Her eyes go to the bag slung across his back that he carries their medical supplies in, and then fall to his abdomen. She can’t see anything through his sweater, though part of her expects a massive blood stain to bloom across the fabric before her eyes.

Han watches her gaze move, and he looks down abruptly at her sudden attention, like he’s expecting the same flash of crimson to appear. “What is it?” His voice is tight.

She wonders if it feels like his intestines will spill onto the floor if he speaks too loudly.

“Can I see?” She asks softly, and his hands raise to cup his stomach.

His eyes are wide at her question. “See what?”

Anna nods towards his abdomen, wishing she knew why it bothers her so much to think of him taking a knife to the gut for Cass. “The stabbing. Cass told me.”

Han’s expression lightens with understanding and he shakes his head. “I’ve bandaged it. It’s fine.” He ducks his face towards the floor and moves back to reach for the door. “Don’t worry about it.”

Before he can close her into her room for the night, she steps forward. “Please?”

Her insistence surprises him, especially after she’s spent the past two weeks holding him at arm’s length. For a second, he just blinks back at her, mouth agape.

It’s plain as day, the longer she looks at him. The way his shoulders are hunched inward, curving his spine. The way, his hand is always hovering near his stomach. The way his lower abdomen and hips tremble with every step. He’s badly hurt, and he’s doing everything he can to keep up their routine for them.

But her door is the last in the hallway, and she knows he doesn’t have anything to do but go back to his own room when he’s done with hers, so she reaches out a hand.

He looks at it and stops breathing. Questions are written all over his face when his eyes flick up to find her again, to find answers.

Her hands are wrapped in relatively clean, white bandages. Her ribs are snugly wrapped the way he secured them that morning. Her left arm is immobilized in a gentle sling that he wrapped around her neck only an hour before. She’s lashed together by his own efforts and he’s just standing there with blood actively rushing from his face, barely able to breathe.

“Please let me look.” She says again, and steps closer.

Han looks down at himself, fingertips reaching for the hem of his shirt, not sure what she wants. “I’ve bandaged it.” He reminds her. He turns just slightly to show her and his knee buckles.

A soft grunt passes his lips as he finds himself draped over her right side, her arm gently catching his waist.

He’s tiny. The bones of his spine bite into her bicep, his ribs ridged against her arm. She curls her fingers around the sharp edge of his right hip and pulls him against her. When his weight settles over her shoulder and right side, he’s far lighter than she ever thought he would be.

She wonders what they feel like to him.

His breath stutters under her touch and his body curls into the strength that she offers, seemingly without his permission. “You don’t have to—” He tries to say, but he just hunches in on himself like the words hurt.

Anna brings him to her bed and makes him sit, carefully peeling the field bag off of his back. “Does he feed you?” She asks softly, noticing the freaking Grand Canyon of his clavicle as he gasps shallowly for air.

“I eat what you eat.” He responds, which isn’t a comfort.

Bread and broth twice a day has been enough to strip the flesh from Ruby’s bones in her two years of captivity, and it’s doing the same to Han.

Anna catches his eyes for permission before lifting his shirt up away from his abdomen. He holds it against his chest so she can see the brown bandage that he’s taped over his stomach. Disgust roils in her gut and she rips open the field bag. “Is this a used bandage?”

Han closes his eyes and throws his head back against the wall. “You all need the fresh ones. I can’t take from your supplies.”

“Screw that.” Anna snaps, yanking out all of the items that he used for her cuts. The gash is shallow, as though the knife had been small.

If it had fit through the ceiling vent, it had to have been tiny.

Han hisses when she peels the bandage off of his skin and begins to clean the freshly bleeding wound. “You don’t have to do this.” His free hand is clutching her blanket, clawing a fistful of it to hold onto.

She doesn’t answer him, focused on doing her best at something that she has no idea how to do. Anger is the only thing moving her. Rage dampens the fire of her hands, fury drowning out the exploding pain of broken bones.

He’s so stupid, to use old dirty bandages on an open wound. What an idiotic boy, to wander around here carrying their weight while his abdomen splits down the middle.

She cleans it as well as she can and packs it gingerly, ignoring the way his muscles clench and he writhes beneath her touch. She wishes she has Cass’s aspirin, but even if she was willing to give away her secret, she doesn’t have any.

Han leans into her as she wraps the bandage as many times around his waist as she can and tucks it securely.

When she finally looks up at his face again, pulling his shirt from his clenched fist to lower it back over himself, his teeth are bared and grinding, face wet with tears. His eyes are closed. The way he’s gasping through his teeth drives a spear of fear through her heart, but she keeps her mouth shut.

It wasn’t a deep wound.

He’ll be okay.

Anna sits back on the floor and gives him space to recover. She hopes that Cain isn’t coming back imminently, because Han looks like he’s trying not to black out, or be sick, or both. Her focus lands on tucking supplies back into the field kit and zipping it up, wishing there was more she can do.

His gasps slow.

She places the packed kit in his lap and draws her hand back into her own.

Han’s spine loosens, lifting himself carefully from the wall that he’s been staggered against. There’s still surprised in his eyes when he drops his chin to see her kneeling on the floor, watching her knees. “Thank you,” He rasps.

She just nods, golden blonde hair falling over her face.

He braces his hands against the thin mattress and forces himself to his feet, stumbling. He slings the field kit back over his back with hitched movements, and takes a few steps towards the door.

She feels his hand touch her hair, fingertips sliding over her scalp for a second, before the touch disappears. “Thank you.” His voice whispers again, and then he’s gone and her door locks behind him.

That night, they all hear it when Sara is picked.

They hear her screams, her hurled abuse, howls of rage bouncing off the walls. Flesh strikes flesh as she fights her captor and shouts Lily’s name, over and over.

They hear Cain wrestle her down the hall, grunting against the force of her struggle.

They hear Sara wail furious accusations, and the sounds of pain and heavy impact follow.

And then they all hear the resounding silence, and a single set of footsteps walking away.

[ambasingresident]

"The Stickmin Brothers"

(Made some future government ocs out of boredom, yes they are the sons of a certain Henry Stickmin and Ellie Rose. Also this AU takes place either in the Pardoned Pals or Triple Threat ending.)

Left: Lieutenant Charlie August R. Stickmin, United States Army

Middle: Captain Lawrence Earl R. Stickmin, United States Navy

Right: 2nd Lieutenant William Monroe R. Stickmin, United States Air Force

Ages:

Charlie - 27

Lawrence - 26

William - 25

Birthplace:

Flagstaff, New Mexico

Current Location:

Charlie - Fort Bliss, El Paso, Texas/Otero, New Mexico

Lawrence - Naval Station Ingleside, Ingleside, Texas

William - Cannon Air Force Base, Near Clovis, New Mexico

Nationality:

Filipino-American (Paternal)

British-American (Maternal)

Bio:

Sons of former notable criminals, the brothers aim to bring a different legacy to the Stickmin family by serving in the military and show their full capacity in working in their respective branch.

They were unaware of their parents criminal past and their actions untill they were in their teens.

The brothers have made an agreement that when they finish high school, they will enlist in the military in order to compensate for the former sins of their parents.

They also agree that they should serve in different branches to ensure that if one of them dies, then the other can live on to carry the Stickmin surname and comfort their parents.

They are very close to their parents and each other, even the brothers have made an agreement for all of them to come to their parents in Flagstaff at the same time from time to time.

Charlie is the oldest of the Stickmin Brothers, conceived 1 year after their parents marriage. Lawrence was conceived 1 year after Charlie's birth and Wliiam followed after Lawrence's birth.

While Charlie and Lawrence are extroverted, William is slightly introverted but managed to cope with it.

William was bullied for "being wierd" but the bullying would stop after Charlie and Lawrence beat the shit out of the bullies.

The brothers can speak a bit of Filipino better than their father (Yes, I made Henry have Filipino in his blood in this AU)

Because they have the strength of their mother and the luck of their father, they managed to pass their respective military academies with flying colors.

The Stickmin Brothers were assigned to a secret project (now declassified) called "Project Future", a project by the US military where they conducted a further experiment with the usage of energy weapons, power armor, nuclear power in military vehicles and weapons, prototype weapons, and much more.

When the project was revealed to the public, they were given the nickname of "The Nuclear Brothers" or "Soldiers of the Future".

Charlie commands a unit nicknamed "The Chosen Few" or "Atom Soldiers", the first of the units in the US Military to be issued with nuclear powered power armor and energy weapons.

Charles' niece, Amelia Calvin, serves in Charlie's unit as a pilot for their transport helicopter prototype.

Charlie would sometimes argue with Rupert Price over his parents and chain of command.

Lawrence commands a nuclear-powered destroyer named the USS Gyatt-Rizzi, a namesake for the combination of the names of the two destroyer ships in the US Navy during the 20th Century. (Yes, that's the actual name of the two ships.)

Some people in the military speculate (even his brothers) that Lawrence is a closet homosexual as either because a quarter of his sailors are gay or that it's just a stereotype that all navymen are homosexuals (in true military tradition).

Some of the naval commanders would refer to him as "Lawrence of Arabia". A reference to T. E. Lawrence.

William commands a small air unit that was issued a modernised F-80 and F-84 Thunderjet that is fueled by a nuclear reactor.

William would participate in airshows in the capital and in his hometown to boost morale and to encourage others to join the USAF.

The Stickmin Brothers are involved in "Operation Eagle's Wrath", an operation that aims to wipe out the regrouped remnants of the Toppats who were labeled as terrorist by the US government after their attempted assassination of the president and attack in Washington DC.

The brothers also made an agreement that once their services are finished, they will live in the same city with their families where they will buy a house close to each other.