#oc female

[wonopia]

THE PHOTOBOOTH ! sunghoon x fem!oc

[synopsis] . on the way to work, your friend asks you to check the prices to pay for a photo at the new photobooth located in the local mall. as you pulled the curtain to the side, a boy was already using it. it wasnt until the next day that you realized that he went to your school. you were offered a chance to earn more money if you became a tutor, for the extra money you accepted it. coincidentally, it was 'the photobooth guy' that needed your help. will their friendship grow or will she just be a simple tutor in his eyes?

[genre] . hs -> college au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers (kind of), slowburn, fake dating, written series with some smau parts.

[warnings] . swearing, dark humor, lowercase intended, not proof-read. mentions of drinking, rape, sa. more will be added

[status] . on hold ! (taking me a min to post)

profiles -> singles only + jay ! mission: get the girl ! not slim but shady ! powerpuff girls !

AU. same au as SUMMER TROUBLES

CHAPTERS . 001. PHOTOBOOTH GUY ! 002. TUTOR ! 003. HIS BRILLIANT IDEA ! 004. NEW RELATIONSHIP IN TOWN ! 005. GROUND RULES ! 006. FRIENDS ! 007. DAY ONE ! 008. WTF JAY ! 009. HYPED FOR COLLEGE ! 010. YOU CAN TRUST ME ! 011. NEW BEGINNINGS ! 012. ODD FEELINGS ! 013. NO ONE BELIEVES ME ! 014. I WANT TO GO HOME ! 015. DREAMS ARE JUST DREAMS ! 016. NEW GROUPCHAT ! 017. I BELIEVE YOU ! 018. INTIMACY ! 019. .. ! 020. .. !

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[magnoliataylorr]

William Afton NonCon

It was a late, Friday afternoon, and you and your dad were expecting his old friend, William Afton, to show up to the house at any moment now. 

Your dad told you that William was having troubles with his wife, and that he needed a place to stay for the weekend. And since you remember William being one of the sweetest, funniest guys you had ever met when you were just a kid, you were happy to make him feel at home. 

But you hadn’t seen him in years, so a part of you was a little nervous too. 

It wasn’t long before you heard a knock on the door from your room. It was getting dark, so you were just lounging around in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. You decided to change just to look a little more presentable, putting on a pair of low rise carpenter jeans and a fitted, off the shoulder long sleeve. A little sliver of your mid-drift was exposed but your outfit was still fairly modest. 

As you emerged from upstairs, you saw him. Tall and thin, William stood at at least 6’3, basically towering over your dad. His hair was dark and perfectly styled, he even snaked a few fingers through it as he spoke to your dad. 

You stopped in your tracks, taking in his appearance. You had never noticed how attractive he was. It intimidated you. 

“Oh, here she is!” Your dad chirped. William turned around so you could now see his face. Wow. His jawline was sharp, almost as if it could cut glass, and his cheekbones were high. His nose was straight and defined, and his eyebrows were thick and low, almost menacing. His silver eyes bored into yours as he stared at you, before flashing a charming smile that sent butterflies swimming in your stomach. 

“Well, look at you,” he said, his voice calm and collected, “You’re all grown up now!” 

You laughed nervously, intimidated by his appearance. “Hi Mr. Afton!” You finally managed to spit out words. 

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nonsense,” he teased, “Call me William.” 

“O-Okay William!” You exclaimed, gulping. You hated yourself for being attracted to a man so much older than you, but how couldn’t you be? 

“I was just telling William that we’re about to eat dinner,” your dad said, “You feel like ordering in?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “Sure, anything sounds good,” you answer. You felt William eyes still burning holes into you. You couldn’t lie to yourself — It made you a little uncomfortable. 

Your dad ended up ordering some Chinese food, a classic that you and your dad order quite frequently, and soon headed to the bathroom, leaving you and William alone in the kitchen. 

“So, tell me, what does a girl like you do for fun?” William asked you, leaning over the island counter, eyes piercing through your soul. 

Your heart raced. Something about him made you extremely nervous. “Uhm, well,” you started, racking your brain, “I like to play soccer, I play varsity at my school.” 

William smirked. “Varsity, huh? How old are you now, anyway?” 

“I just turned seventeen,” you answered. 

“Huh,” William huffed, looking you up and down. It made your body shiver in discomfort. Whether it was his smug look or attractive appearance or even both, something about William made you extremely on edge. “You look much older than seventeen,” he chuckled. “You must have all the boys at school fighting for your attention, hm?” 

You blushed, looking down with an awkward laugh. “No,” you mumbled. 

“Oh, really?” He questioned, his expression still smug, “No boyfriend?”

You shook your head, feeling humiliated. Was he trying to embarrass you? William opened his mouth to say something else, but quickly stopped himself when your dad walked in. 

“So, William, what’s new? Haven’t seen you in what feels like years!” Your dad said. 

William and your dad began talking, and you figured you could leave them alone until dinner came. As you retreated from the kitchen, William’s eyes locked with yours, and he gave you a small smirk before looking back at your dad and continuing their conversation. 

You went back up to your room and quickly put on a sweatshirt. The way William was looking at you made you feel like you were basically naked. You figured that most of his time here you would either spend in your room or outside the house. Even though you were wildly attracted to William, he somehow managed to make you feel very unsafe. 

It was only a matter of time before the food showed up. Your went back downstairs and made yourself a plate, attempting to go back up to your room. But your dad insisted you stay. 

“Don’t be rude,” he told you, “We have a guest.” 

You paused, looking over at William who smirked at you. You forced a smile and gulped, sitting down next to your dad and across from William. 

The three of you made conversation, and you tried your best to ignore William’s stares. He brushed his foot up against your calf a few times, but you chose to ignore that too. You quickly finished your food and asked to be excused to finish your homework, even though you had already finished it earlier. 

Your dad excused you and you went back up to your room. You chilled in there for a little bit before taking a shower and changing into your pajamas. Usually it got very hot in your room at night, so your pjs were very exposing. But it didn’t matter to you, you were only sleeping anyway. 

A few hours passed until you finally fell asleep. But right downstairs, William was still wide awake. Your dad had gone to bed earlier too, but William couldn’t stop thinking about you. He had already gone to the bathroom to touch himself while thinking of you, but it just wasn’t enough. 

So he creeped upstairs, navigating the way towards your bedroom. He slowly opened your door and peeked through. His pants tightened at the sight of you sprawled out, asleep, wearing a loose tank top that had ridden up, exposing a little bit of your tummy, and a pair of boy shorts. 

His jaw clenched. Your body squirmed a little, you were dreaming. He grinned at the sight; You looked absolutely perfect. 

Without another thought, William stepped into your room, closing the door behind him and locking it. His heart raced with excitement as he approached your bed, staring down at your body. The covers were completely off, exposing you fully. 

“You poor thing,” he mumbled to himself, slowly climbing onto the bed over you. His hands explored your thighs, tracing his fingers gently against your soft skin. You shivered in your sleep, which only added to William’s arousal.                                  

He groaned to himself a little as he carefully adjusted himself against you, slowly grinding his clothed hard on against your crotch. He slipped his hand under your back and pulled you closer to his chest as he grinded into you further. 

He sniffed your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. He moaned a little, not caring if you woke up or not. If anything, he wanted you to wake up. 

His hand roamed over to the zipper of his pants. He effortlessly took them off, releasing you from his grip and sliding his hand down his pants, taking in your tiny frame. He found you so sexy, so helpless, so small. 

He stroked his dick a few times, mumbling your name to himself. God, the things he wanted to do to you. 

As he touched himself, his free hand tugged at your boy shorts, pulling them down and exposing your pussy. 

How perfect. You were all shaved too. 

William chuckled to himself, just as impressed as he was excited. He lined himself up with you, brushing some hair out of your face to take in your beauty. 

You were almost too good to be true. You were made just for him. It’s a shame he hadn’t gotten the chance to do this before, but better late than never. 

Slowly, he slipped himself inside of you.

“Wake up, princess,” he groaned in your ear as he began to fuck you slowly. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and he grinned, quickly taking your wrists in his hands and pinning you down so you couldn’t escape. 

“W-What—“ You were confused at first, but then you realized what was happening. “N-No, William, please stop—“ 

“Fuck, say my name again,” he muttered, his grip tightening onto you even more. 

“N-No, please! Dad! Da—“ 

He quickly covered your mouth with his hand, shaking his head with a few clicks of his tongue. “Oh, no no no,” he taunted, licking his lips, “Your father’s sound asleep. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” 

You sobbed into his hand, which only pleased him further. Fear gripped you more and more as the minutes passed, and he groaned into your ear, mumbling your name. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned to himself, then looked you right in the eyes. “You must be so scared, huh?” He grinned, his eyes flashing a wicked glint. 

You shook your head, eyes wide with terror as he continued to fuck you slowly. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head, “You’re so much better than my wife.” 

You continued to sob, mind reeling. You were still in utter shock. You just wanted it to be over, but he was going so slow that you figured he had barely even started. 

His head dipped into the curve of your neck, planting a few soft kisses. “You’re my special little girl,” he whispered, his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. 

The more he fucked you the less your body tensed, and you eventually gave up the fight. 

He chuckled. “Giving up so soon, hm?” He teased, his hand leaving your mouth and moving down to grope your chest. “Not even gonna call out for your daddy to save you?” 

You just laid there and let it happen. You figured it was helpless to scream for help. Your dad’s room was all the way downstairs and he was a deep sleeper. There wasn’t a chance you’d be saved anyways. 

When William realized that you had truly given up, he let out another laugh, speeding up the pace. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, “You make it so easy for me.” 

The arousal was beginning to set in, which you hated but you were almost thankful in a way. At least it was some form of lubricant to ease the pain. 

But your tears still wouldn’t quit. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see his face. But he didn’t like that. 

“Open your eyes sweetie,” he whispered, but you refused, shutting them tighter. “C’mon, open your eyes for me. I shouldn’t have to ask twice.” 

So you obliged. You opened your eyes, and he grinned, licking the tears off your cheeks. 

“You know, I could fuck you for hours,” he told you, his grip of your breast tightening. “A tight little thing like you must a virgin.” 

You stayed quiet. You hoped this was a nightmare but you knew it wasn’t. You just wanted to hold onto some kind of hope that this couldn’t be real. 

You could feel him getting closer and closer to finishing, and in a way you were grateful. At least it was almost over. 

“I’m getting real close sweetie,” he panted, almost sounding humorous, “Just a little bit longer. You can handle me for a little bit longer, can’t you?” He taunted, his hands brushing up and down your waist and stomach. 

You shook your head, but he just laughed. 

“Awe,” he pouted, “That’s just too bad.” 

He groaned in pleasure as he fucked you harder and harder before finishing inside you. He collapsed on top of you, holding you down while breathing heavily. 

“Fuck that was good,” he mumbled, groping your breasts once more. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about that.” 

You laid there, shaking, mind reeling with shock. 

“W-Why?” You finally say, letting out another sob. 

He grinned, brushing your hair out of your face. “Because,” he said, “Why not?” 

[d3adlyromb3ar]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。sinking lily pads master list

— series synopsis. he thrived in the sorcerer world, she was forced into it. how could two people that strayed so differently from each other become so close?

— series pairing. gojo x oc!fem!reader (main), toji fushiguro x oc!fem!reader

— series contents. heavy child abuse, torture, neglect, abandonment, angsty asf, injuries, blood/gore, depressing thoughts, suicidal ideation, dissociation, ptsd, mentions of death, jjk violence/fighting (to be added)

— series status. in progress.

oc character inspiration

chapters.

♡ chapter one. moon dair

♡ chapter two. lives left

♡ chapter three. no point in forgetting

♡ chapter four. lost fragments

♡ chapter five. this is who you've become, a monster

♡ chapter six. fear driven

♡ chapter seven. wounded

♡ chapter eight. more alike than we thought

— notes. more chapters to be added 🤍

[jinkojinx]

I've been felling bad lately so I decided to draw something stricly for myself.

oc: Katie

[layla4567]

Until the birds stop singing 🐦

Young!Coriolanus!Snow x OC!Fem!reader

Summary: Soleil come from district 8, the textile district and she have been chosen for the hunger games. When she hear her name she hesitates whether to approach or not but since she have no other option she go up to the podium. What the girl don't know is that from the screen sapphire eyes are observing her carefully, wondering if she will be his tribute or not. Warnings: Everything is probably too inaccurate with the Hunger Games universe because I have no fucking idea what the movies are about, I've never seen them, sorry!-- I have a lifeguard complex so Coriolanus may not be such an asshole in this fic-- the typical "i can fix him" (no you can't)-- first time using an OC and not Y/N-- basically Soleil replaces Lucy--not proofread--english isn't my first language--injuries and blood--spoilers I think Wc: 4.6k

divider not mine, credits to whom it may apply (I don't remember the user, sorry)

Coriolanus was with his body upright and tense in his seat, staring at the screen and trying to maintain a calm breathing. Next to him, Sejanus looked at him askance, but his classmate didn't return his gaze. It was an open secret that everyone was tense about the hunger games and knowing what tribute they would get, everyone wanted the prize and others needed it more than others. But Coriolanus would never admit it, he preferred to starve before saying that he needed money, he didn't want to compare himself with the poor of the district.

The screen showed people from different districts, all of them standing in rows according to their number. Some mentors had already been assigned his tribute except for Snow, he felt nervous and lightly rubbed his fingers on his thigh to calm the anxiety and stress. Suddenly the presenter put the microphone to his lips and uttered words that someone wished they didn't hear.

"From District 8, Soleil Allen!"

The young girl's blood turned cold as ice and she felt her breath hitch for a second. On the other hand, Coriolanus leaned in his chair, approaching the screen without being able to believe what he saw and heard. Soleil was behind a tall woman so the camera couldn't capture her.

"Come on Miss Allen, don't be shy and come closer"

She sighed deeply and with hesitant and trembling steps she moved away from the rows and slowly approached with almost ceremonial steps towards where the presenter was. People watched her pass as they watch a bull pass to the slaughterhouse. The closer she got, the slower her steps and the more distraught her face became. Her clothes drew attention wherever she went, you could clearly see that they were sewn by hand, for some reason she came from District 8. The camera focused on her worried face and on the screens Snow looked at her for a long time, she had soft and sweet features as a fairy, but her upward frown gave her the look of a scared puppy

When Soleil gently climbed the stairs her gaze went straight to the floor, scared and ashamed. She definitely didn't want to be there, she didn't want to be chosen, she was just unlucky.

"aww is the girl scared?"

A girl who was close to Coryo mocked Soleil, pretending to be compassionate, but her laugh sounded poisonous. Coriolanus looked at her frowning for a second and then turned his face to the screen swallowing nervously, if that girl was his tribute he would be doomed.

"Alright Soleil Allen do you have anything to say to the civilians or the camera? We are recording you right now!"

Soleil kept looking at the floor and wringing her hands like a little girl, some citizens laughed at her and others looked at her with pity. Suddenly she slowly raised her head and looked at the people and then at the camera. Coriolanus on the other side didn't know why but he felt that those eyes were looking only at him. Soleil's eyes showed regret and pain like those of a sheep in danger. Suddenly she approached the presenter and looking at him begged him.

"Please take care of my mother, she is alone…please"

The girl's request and the urgency in her voice caused the presenter's charming and bright smile to fall for a few seconds. Coryo through the screen frowned in confusion while he kept looking at her. Why would she ask for something like that? Doesn't she know that's not possible? Seriously, would she be so delusional to think that someone from here would care about someone from a district? Even Coryo knew that deep down he considered the people of the districts inferior, like animals. Around the room where young Snow was sitting there was also confusion.

"Uhmm well Miss Allen I'm afraid that won't be possible, but thank you for your suggestion!"

The look of sadness that the girl's eyes expressed caused something in Coryo, a certain discomfort that he couldn't identify but the situation bothered him and he didn't know if it was because of the girl's request or because of her reaction when it was rejected. The presenter smiled again as usual and some men took Soleil by both arms, dragging her like a sack of potatoes, she moaned fearfully and looked at the camera again as if she were looking for help, and again Coriolanus felt that she was asking him for help even though she didn't know him.

Young Snow remained still in his seat watching as the girl was taken away until she was just a blurry dot on the screen. The tributes continued to be announced but Coriolanus was not paying attention, his head was somewhere else, very far away. He couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened to his tribute, he didn't even seem to notice when they announced the tribute of his friend Sejanus. For the first time Coryo felt that the situation was slipping out of his hands. He who always felt prepared for any adversity now felt like he was losing control and the games hadn't even started yet. The room began to empty little by little and only Snow was left standing in the middle of the room with his gaze fixed on the already turned off screen, even so he could continue seeing Soleil as if it were on. Sighing, he slowly walked away with languid steps and went outside.

Coriolanus Snow in his scarlet red uniform was standing in the middle of the train station alone. He had decided to receive the girl with a welcome and a white rose, a rose that he now held in his hand, turning it over thoughtfully and anxiously. After thinking about it for a while and analyzing what he had seen on the screen, he said that Soleil needed to trust someone and that someone was none other than his mentor. If he did not achieve this he risked losing the opportunity to win the Plinth Prize. Snow had to achieve a favorable and calm environment to calm the waters, she is probably scared and confused now so he will be her anchor, her lighthouse in the storm.

Meanwhile, Soleil was sitting on the floor of the train car with her knees bent up to chest height and her hands clasped in front of her legs. She had her chin buried in her knees and her gaze was empty and lost. She made great efforts not to cry, but she told herself that she was not weak or cowardly and that no matter how ugly things looked, she would always know how to find the light. Precious and sweet memories of just a few days ago came to her mind, she and her mother sewing dresses together singing happy songs of yesteryear. Or years ago when she was a girl of only 10 and her father was still alive and taught her to dance, but since she was very short she always ended up resting her feet on his while her father made her spin around until she burst into laughter. These memories were like a balm for her heart and she allowed herself to smile shyly. She looked around at the people next to her in the car, poor, dirty-looking men and women who were in almost the same situation. Their faces did not reflect any comfort or joy in all this that was happening. You couldn't even make friends because in the end in the arena it will be a pitched battle of all against all. And to be honest, even if it had been possible to establish some kind of friendly relationship with those people, she would not have been able to due to her introversion.

Suddenly a little girl looked at Soleil, at first shyly but then she smiled warmly and Soleil couldn't help but smile too. The girl approached her walking slowly due to the constant rattling of the train. When he was close enough he greeted Soleil.

"Hi!"

"Hey.."-She smiled, speaking softly.

"You're Soleil Allen right?"

"Yeah I am"

"My name is Wovey."

Now the little girl smiled with all her teeth, causing her eyes to narrow in a tender way. Soleil smiled more calmly, at least of all those people there was someone kind enough to introduce themselves.

"What a cute name"

Wovey seemed delighted and thanked him while bowing slightly.

"Why did you say about your mother?"

Soleil's smile faded little by little as she remembered her little "speech" and she became sad when she remembered her mother. The girl had a huge heart and great compassion and she couldn't think about anything other than that her mother was okay. Since her father left, the two of them had learned to be alone and take care of each other and Soleil couldn't imagine how empty her mother must feel now without her by her side.

"I- well...uhm.."

Soleil's eyes felt wet again and she looked away so they wouldn't see her crying, she hated crying in front of everyone. Wovey's face turned serious, fearing that he had made a mistake by asking that question.

"Come Wovey, leave her alone"

A man in a beret took the girl's hand and led her away from Soleil until he returned to her side and sat with the boy. As the train shook faster and faster, announcing that it was about to reach its destination

Young Snow grew impatient as he waited for the carriage and turned the rose faster and faster between his fingers. Suddenly a familiar beep woke him up from his daydreams and he saw the train loaded with passengers stopping right in front of his eyes. The young blonde tensed and adjusted the folds of his suit. A peacekeeper grabbed his hand on the car door and roughly slid it open. A few people got out, men and women of different ages. Coriolanus looked frantically around the train car hoping to find you. When I was beginning to lose hope, a somewhat short and thin girl with short brown hair down to her collarbones emerged from the car cautiously. She walked with slow but elegant steps, looking at everything around her in surprise as if she were on another planet. The peacekeeper snorted irritably and impatiently.

"Are you getting off the train or not? I don't have all day."

Soleil blushed embarrassed by the reprimand and nodded timidly. First he sat on the wagon and then jumped down, bending his legs and shaking his clothes. Coryo, who was a few meters away from her, noticed that she was even prettier in person than what the cameras showed. Her clothes seemed timeless, a shirt with long, puffy sleeves that left her shoulders exposed, a tight corset tied towards the front adorned her chest and highlighted her waist and hips, the flowered pattern looked like a rustic fabric. At the bottom she wore a long soft pink skirt that reached just above her knees and on her feet she wore simple brown boots. Yes, you could definitely tell that girl was pretty. Young Snow saw that the girl was looking everywhere lost trying to look for someone, when she was about to walk away he walked in her direction calling her.

"Soleil Allen, wait!"

The tribute turned around abruptly upon hearing her name and among the crowd of people she saw a mop of platinum blonde hair and beneath that hair the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life. A tall boy dressed in red approached her confidently, pushing his way through the crowd. Who was that handsome and distinguished boy who had called his name? What did hers want? Despite being a girl who does not think badly of people, at first a small distrust settled deep inside her being.

Now the rose that Coriolanus was holding began to tremble slightly in his hand at the side of his body, he had made a little speeches about what he would say to his tribute but now when he had it in front of him and looked into her eyes he fell silent and his mind remained silent. in white. If he had the bluest and most crystalline eyes, she had the brownest eyes I had ever seen, almost the color of honey, or the golden sun when reflected in the water. And her thick, long eyelashes seemed to simply complete her look. He suddenly felt his palms sweat, and he wished she didn't notice.

"I'm Coriolanus Snow, welcome to the Capitol"

The boy raised his arm and brought the flower to her face. Soleil's face transformed completely, first she frowned in confusion and then her face relaxed until her lips formed a big smile. She inhaled the perfume of the rose with her eyes closed, even though it was not open, the smell was still sweet. Coriolanus seemed relieved that he liked the white rose and smiled softly as well. Soleil opened her eyes by gently batting her eyelashes and looked at the blonde boy.

"Thank you very much, it's beautiful"

Soleil tilted her head, still smiling, and lovingly massaged the petals of the fragile rose. Snow couldn't stop watching her movements, always delicate like those of a princess and smiled even more, something inside him tingled and for a moment he forgot what he really thought about the people of the districts. But he decided to suppress those thoughts and emotions that he didn't know where they came from and he didn't want to find out, the people of the districts were still inferior to him, this was just a gesture to gain the trust of his tribute… right?

"Umh maybe you don't know it but I'm your mentor, I'll help you win the hunger games"

"To win? and how exactly?"

"Well with strategies I guess, we'll see about that later"-He tried to look confident but quickly scratched his neck.

Soleil nodded when suddenly two uniformed men grabbed her by both arms, lifted her off the ground and took her away, leaving Coryo surprised and confused. She kicked and screamed while in the air without her feet touching the ground. In the midst of all the commotion she dropped the rose into her hands. Young Snow rushed to grab it and chased after the men.

"Stop! Don't take her, I'm her mentor!"

Other peacekeepers quickly did the same with the other tributes. They were dragged as if they were light as feathers and were pushed onto a garbage truck-like transport. Screams and commotion echoed in the air and deafened Coryo's ears but he followed your trail closely. He couldn't lose his last ticket to win the prize. At a time when the men dispersed to catch more tributes Coriolanus quickly climbed onto the truck and entered without hesitation. The doors closed and before he realized it he was already fully in the lion's den. Soleil was scared to see his mentor there, his bright clothes made him see a red ant in the middle of warm and dark colors. Soon the other tributes rose from their seats or the floor and looked at him with frowns. Soleil was afraid that they would do something to the blonde boy so before anyone else could move she approached him.

"Why did you get on the transport? You shouldn't be here!"-She said with a thin voice

"Well, I'm your mentor, I can't leave you alone…"

Coryo's gaze moved nervously around the place and became more uncomfortable when he saw that a robust guy was approaching dangerously towards him.

"And who is this clown?"

Young Snow was going to say something but Soleil quickly did it for him.

"He's my mentor, he's supposed to help me win the games."

After saying that, the girl quickly realized that she made a serious mistake. Now others will think she was cheating or something like that. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, wishing the earth would swallow her. The other tributes looked at her offended and murmurs of disapproval arose. The sturdy guy behind her moved even closer to Coriolanus and pushed Soleil away with his arm, which displeased the mentor.

"So the rich kid is going to help the 8 win huh? And what the fuck is going on with the rest of us?"

The man had Coryo cornered against the wall, yet he cleared his throat and did his best to maintain a calm attitude.

"I promise you that everyone will have a mentor who will help you"

The guy laughed sarcastically, looking at the others who also started laughing as if Coryo had made a great joke. Suddenly the robust man turned around to look at him, this time completely serious, and grabbed him by the lapels. Soleil, scared, put a hand on the boy's arm, trying to calm him down to no avail.

"Well, I think the pretty boy is lying."

Before anyone could say anything Coriolanus received a strong punch in the face, leaving his lip split and bloody. As if a spring had been activated in her system, Soleil shouted No! and with one jump he climbed onto the back of the man who had hit his mentor. She clung to him like a circus monkey and placed her hands on his head and eyes, preventing him from seeing or moving.

"Leave him alone!!"

The man turned and made great efforts to get the girl off of him but it was useless, she held on tightly as if her life depended on it. Coryo, recovering from the shock of the blow, looked at his tribute with amazement and some admiration. He began to think that maybe you weren't so weak and useless. Soon the other tributes approached helping their companion and trying to remove Soleil and without thinking it all turned into a small fight because Coriolanus separated the others as best he could so that they would not hurt his tribute.

Out of nowhere a strong shock like an earthquake caused everyone to fall to the ground with a thud. The transport was moving from left to right as if it were going to overturn and the people inside were pushed like potatoes towards the walls, causing several bruises. When everything seemed to get worse the door opened and everyone was thrown like garbage into a zoo. Soleil tried to grab onto something and reached for his mentor's hand, who was still clinging to the door, refusing to fall, but another jolt caused the tribute and mentor to fall silent, hitting rocks and scraping their hands as they passed. The fall was hard and the girl felt her palms burning and when she looked at them they were red and she had some cuts with blood.

Soleil felt the veins in her temples throbbing strongly and her face felt hot from the shock. Gasping and squeezing his eyes shut, she stood up slowly and unsteadily, trying to maintain her balance and figure out where she was. She shook the dust off her clothes and to her horror saw that they were locked in a kind of zoo with thick iron bars. Did they really see them as animals?

The girl with light brown, almost hazel eyes looked around at the other people who were with her. Some were still injured on the ground and were getting up as best they could or with the help of someone, but there was one thing in common, and that was that no one knew or understood why they were in that place. The young tribute looked everywhere for her mentor but gave up on that idea when she saw the girl from the train who had greeted her sitting on the floor crying with her injured knee. Soleil felt her heart sink and she didn't hesitate for a second and trotted towards where the little girl was.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm here."

Soleil carefully wiped away the tears that were rolling down Wovey's cheeks and tried to smile so that the girl would understand that everything was going to be okay…or so she hoped.

"That's it, that's better. Now, would you like to tell me where it hurts?"

Wovey with a pout pointed a little finger at her knee. Soleil moved the fabric of her skirt and saw the bruised skin. It was scratched and red and bleeding a little. She quickly tore a piece of the hem of her skirt and gently cleaned Wovey's wounds. She then improvised a bandage by wrapping the cloth around the knee. At all this Coriolanus found her tribute first after looking and searching everywhere, he saw her crouching helping the girl on the train and tried with all his might to suppress a smile but he couldn't. He decided not to get closer but watched her from afar.

"There, this should be enough."

Wovey looked at her bandaged knee and could smile, Soleil saw her finished work with satisfaction and pride. It wasn't the best bandage but at least it would help prevent the wound from opening further. The girl smiled warmly at Wovey and stroked her chin.

"I wanted to see that smile, you are very brave, you know that?"

The little girl giggled in response, which infected Soleil. Suddenly a clearing of the throat behind her surprised her and she turned around to see blue eyes looking down at her in amusement. She stood up quickly happy to see her mentor but then her smile faded when she saw Coryo's busted lip, she remembered the brute man who had hit him and frowned. Coriolanus noticed that she was looking too closely at his lips and became nervous.

"What's wrong?"

Soleil did not respond and instead placed her hands on the sides of Coryo's face and moved closer to get a better look at the wound. His first instinct was to back away but he suppressed it.

"Your lip is bleeding"-she said running her thumb slowly over the cut to which he grimaced-"I'll see if I can heal it…"

The tribute grabbed her skirt again and was about to tear the fabric when Coriolanus's firm hand stopped her.

"No! You don't need to ruin your clothes for me, besides it doesn't hurt that much"-he lied

She was going to protest but a grimace of pain prevented her. Suddenly a burning sensation in her hands reminded her that she was hurt. She looked at her palms that were red and full of dirt. Frowning in concern, Snow pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered to clean her hands. Coryo's eyes were on her hands but Soleil only saw his eyes. When he finished he looked up smiling satisfied and she looked down embarrassed not wanting to be caught looking at him.

"Thanks…"-she mumbled

"No problem"

Suddenly he remembered something and raised his index finger in a sign of waiting and took out of his jacket pocket the rose that had fallen earlier at the station. It was a little crushed but still just as beautiful. He looked at Soleil and gently placed it behind her ear. Her honey eyes pierced his ocean blue ones. She thought he was just being nice and wanted to gain her trust because he was her mentor and she was supposed to help him win the prize and in turn he was supposed to help her win the games. But still she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach.

The sound of a microphone startled them both. A man was talking to a camera held by another man. The one holding the microphone seemed excited to broadcast live what was happening on the other side of the bars, as if the tributes were aliens who had just landed on earth. Soleil didn't like all this at all, she felt helpless and vulnerable and instinctively sought the protection of her mentor as if it were her father. She wrapped herself in his arm and clung to him like a little girl. Coriolanus Snow frowned in surprise and confusion but then he saw her scared face and placed a hand on the back of her.

The presenter was still talking to the camera when he turned around and saw Coryo. It was so easy to spot him, his clothes bright red not only because of the color but because he dressed more elegantly than the other people there.

"Excuse me, little boy, yes, yes, the blonde in red. What are you doing here young man and what is your name?"

The camera got dangerously close to Coryo who began to sweat and stutter slightly. He looked for help in his tribute's eyes but she was as mute as he was. Coryo cleared his throat and simply said

"I'm Coriolanus Snow but why don't I introduce you to my tribute, instead?"

The blonde boy pointed at Soleil with one hand and invited her to come closer to the camera. She looked at him scared but he winked at her. He knew this was the best way to start winning over the public.

"Excellent, excellent!"-exclaimed the man enthusiastically

And quickly he brought the microphone as close as the bars would allow to the girl's face.

"Tell me, you're Soleil Allen, right? The one from District 8."

Soleil swallowed and, trying not to look at the camera, answered.

"Y-yeah, it's me"

Coriolanus squeezed her arm to give her courage and to make a good impression and she thanked him with a smile.

"Oh, but what do I see here! Is that a rose you're wearing behind your ear?"

The girl blushed and quickly took off the flower and squeezed it in her hand. The man with the microphone seemed happy with the nervous gesture of the tribute.

"Oh ho ho and may I know who gave you that rose? Was it your mentor?"-he winked mischievously

Mentor and tribute were getting nervous when some children of 5 to 6 years old approached the bars to say hello, they were like angels sent from heaven to save them from the embarrassing situation. The girl approached and placed her hands on the bars.

"You're pretty"-she said to Soleil in a childish voice

Soleil Allen crouched down to the little girl's height and smiled with all her teeth.

"Thank you sweetie, so you are"

Coryo looked proudly at his tribute, with her natural charm and genuine kindness she was winning over the crowd even before the games began. The girl ran her fingers through the tribute's blouse.

"I like your clothes"

"Oh really? I made it"

The presenter looked at the camera again, smiling like never before.

"What do you think of that? Soleil Allen, the girl from 8, is tenderly earning the trust of two little children!"

Soleil looked at the boy who had his hands in his pockets.

"What's your name?"

He hesitated before answering. "I'm Pontius"

"And I'm Venus, his sister!"

"What beautiful names"-she smiled

Pontius looked at Coryo for a long time and then said innocently

"Your girlfriend is pretty"

Soleil opened her eyes and blushed as she looked at the boy. Coriolanus just smiled

"Thank you"

Soleil looked at him confused and he smiled calmly again. The presenter kept talking to the camera.

"Very well we will continue to report on the other tributes later, don't miss the 10th annual Hunger Games!"

With this the man said goodbye and left the zoo. While a peacekeeper led Coriolanus by the arm. Soleil, worried about being alone, clung to her mentor's hand. It was becoming a tug-of-war when another peacekeeper abruptly removed Soleil's hand and pushed the girl aside. Snow wanted to protest but they mercilessly dragged him out of the zoo. Soleil quickly approached the bars and gripped her hands on them as she stuck her head out through a gap.

"Will you come back? Promise!"

"I promise you"

Coriolanus's cry echoed as they took him away and Soleil felt emptier than ever, even more than when she had to leave her mother alone at home.

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✰ All I Know ✰ (Series Masterlist)

✰ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC/The Winter Soldier x OC

✰ Series Summary: Takes place right after the end of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky hides out in Bucharest. Without being controlled by HYDRA, he starts to receive flickers of memories. Who is this girl he keeps remembering?

✰ Series Warnings: dark themes, angst, trauma, torture, self harm, PTSD, panic attacks

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY | 18+

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Chapter One

→ Bucky decides he’s going to run, leaving Steve on the shore of the river. Meanwhile, you get a glimpse at how this girl lives in the clutches of HYDRA.

Chapter Two

→ Time has passed and the girl is still alone, haven’t seen anyone is so long. Even more time passes, and Bucky is starting to remember more. Most importantly he remembers a quiet girl from his time in HYDRA.

Chapter Three

→ Bucky and the girl from his memory finally meet, him finding her broken and confused. He has to find out who she is, and why she’s still here in the abandoned HYDRA facility.

Chapter Four

→ Bucky brings the girl back to his place with caution. He doesn't understand why, but he feels protective over her. He continues to learn about her, and help her find out who she is considering she has little memory of anything.

Chapter Five

→ Problems arise when Bucky over hears the girl mumble something in her sleep. There's something off about her.

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❪ ៸៸ EDITS FOR CAST ▌MY FANFIC ✰ EUDAIMONIA • tuffnut thorston x mildred of sulmoco ❫

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Botanical Attachment

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Mimosa Weatherhill x Olive Appleby (original female hobbit characters)

Olive Appleby is a quick-witted barmaid at the Green Dragon. Her usual night takes a turn when she meets Mimosa Weatherhill. Olive is struck by Mimosa’s beauty and shy demeanor, and their brief encounter leaves both yearning for more.

Because of the traditional values and prejudice in the Shire, Olive and Mimosa have to keep their blossoming love a secret from everyone; it's not something anyone in the Shire would necessarily want to see - a relationship between two women, that is.

While struggling with being wooed by male suitors and sneaking around, the two grow a deep connection; one they never imagined they could have.

READ ON AO3

Status: Started

Keywords: Forbidden wlw romance, sercet love, lgbtq+, fluff, possibly smut, angst

All the chapters might not be released in order of their story: I write the part of their journey I want to explore.

[its-in-the-woods]

The Woman Who Couldn’t Die Part 11

master list

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x Original Character

Synopsis: Our rambling pair finds a comfortable spot for a night, but ends up trapped there

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning: This is based on Fallout expect typical horror as well as: Blood, Self Harm, scars, mention of SH, lovely dovey, fluffy, horror, death, drugs use, soft!cooper, angst, slow burn, hurt/comfort, Dead dove,

Note: Thank you for all your patience this one was a battle! But I think I like how it turned out!

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Jade sits in the middle of the crossroads, they’d pushed hard the last three days, including walking nearly blind through the night. Today had been the first day they hadn’t heard that thing, having crossed some invisible boundary between the forest and the grasslands. Whatever it was, Jade had started calling it a Regen, it seemed that its power was tied to the forest. Jade had been watching the Ghoul closely, he had been doing the same, he never went out of her eyesight. His shoulders had finally slacked a little, the tightness between his brows relaxing, he had even slowed down on the chem for a moment. 

As Jade sat on the dirt and gravel she wondered what the man was thinking. They had traveled in near silence for the last three days, leaving Jade more on edge than normal. She also wasn’t positive he had actually slept at all, not that he seemed to need it. She was hoping there would have been somewhere to camp tonight, but at the moment it looked like they were out of luck. 

“Think we should make camp here,” Jade states, if she tried hard enough she could sleep right there. Maybe they could make a fire now that nothing was following them. 

The Ghoul sighs, looking south, his head tipping slightly as he listens ahead of them. “We should move, looks like there’s some wreckage we could use as shelter. Plus somethin' else is out here.” 

Jade lays back onto her pack with a groan, “You go,” She waves her hand in the general direction, “I will get there eventually. I am sure they are far enough away for me to get a nap in. ”

The Ghoul walks over so he is looking down at her, “Really? Think I'm going to let you out of my sight like last time?”

Jade frowns at him, sitting up and crossing her arms, “Fine. I am just tired.”

He rolls his eyes holding his hand out, Jade reluctantly grabs it as he pulls her up. She straightens herself, the Ghoul watching her, he was always watching, but the hard mask of self-control was hiding him from her. She didn’t like it, she wanted to ask him what he was thinking. Yet every time the words get caught in her throat. Hopefully, they’d get to a town and he could relax some, and get the rod out of his ass. 

“It’s not far.” He grumbles, starting down the southern path with his usual swagger. 

Jade jogs after him, catching up so she is side by side with him. Her fingers itch to grab his, but don’t, hating how much she was second-guessing everything. Feeling like something had broken when she decided to take off from the shack, even if it had been the right thing to do. 

They continue walking, the sun now starting to dip behind the line of trees. Jade’s fingers clutch at the straps of her bag, her footfalls on the dirt a steady thumping rhythm. Ahead of them, there is a pile of old cars on the side of the road. She guessed that was where they’d be spending the night, maybe there would be a few with seats, better than the ground anyway. The itch on her left hand grabbed her attention, she’d been avoiding it, but tonight might be the night to finally unwrap and see the damage that was there. It was still weird not having any fingers, even though it often felt like they were still there. 

“We should look at your hand,” Ghoul says as if he can read her mind. “Make sure it’s healing properly.”

“I am sure it's fine, but I’d appreciate it.” Jade swallows, rubbing at the numbs. “It’s really itchy.”

“Probably healin',” He shrugs, putting his hand up to stop her. “You go left, I will go right, meet in the middle.”

Jade nods, pulling out her machete, and making sure her clip is full. It had taken a bit to get used to handling the machete with fewer fingers, but she was still skilled with it. Moving as quietly as she could, hoping that reivers or feinds wouldn’t jump out at her. As she came around the corner the only thing she saw was the Ghoul. He was leaning against the hood of what was once a truck, somehow looking both relaxed and annoyed. Jade came to stand closer to him, looking at the truck hood waiting for him to move.

The Ghoul grips the top of the car hood and pulls it to the side, Jade’s mouth falling when it opens up, revealing an inner space. He gestures for her to go, she walks down a metal-lined corridor that leads into a somewhat roomy space. There were old seats that had been laid out into makeshift beds, the cars had been positioned so that there was a central space open to the sky, but the beds were covered from any rain. Which meant you could make a fire without having to worry about anyone seeing. Turning back Jade watches the Ghoul pull the piece of metal back into place before pulling down a large metal bar that slipped into two U-shaped latches. 

“Let me guess. You knew about this place?” Jade asks, dropping her bag on one of the benches. 

“Somethin' like that.” Ghoul shrugs, dropping his own bag, he digs into one of the cars pulling out some wood. She wonders how many other hidden compartments were in this place. The man crouches down to start working on a fire, Jade relaxes on one of the benches. Taking a moment to undo her boots and flex her toes, she hadn’t taken them off since finding them. 

“I appreciate the accommodations. Nice to have a fire for a change.” Jade chatters rubbing at her sore feet for a moment, watching him as he carefully sets each piece in place. 

“Was travelin' with another acquaintance, and they were kind enough to show me this spot.” The Ghoul said as he used an old metal lighter to light some small kindling. “There are dozens of these scattered all over if you know what to look'or.”

“Didn’t know you traveled with companions.” Jade stretches, enjoying the comfort of the somewhat soft bench. “Figured you were more of a lone wander type.” 

“Sometimes a job requires a second.” He says quietly as the fire starts up. “Though, I rarely travel far with anyone.” 

“Is that why you’ve been counting the days?” Jade asks, happy to enjoy some conversation again.

“Just like keepin' track of time is all,” Ghoul says, the dismissive tone not lost on her as he refuses to look at her.

Why couldn’t he just be open and honest with her? She sighs, her eyes closing as the place heats up. Her mind drifts to the Inn with that hot shower, what she’d do for a hot shower. Her head rests against a cushion behind her, mind slowly drifting away.

A hand touches her, Jade jerking up, her hand caught mid-swipe at the Ghoul. A smile crosses his lips, his hand holding her wrist up. The two stared at each other, barely inches between them. Jade desperately wanted to close the space but waited for him to move. Her stomach twisting, she couldn’t remember anyone ever making her feel the way he did.

“Easy there, Tiny,” The Ghoul chuckles, fingers moving over the bandages. “Just wanna take a look at your hand, k?”

Jade nods, a twinge of disappointment pools in her stomach as he moves away. She lets out a breath and relaxes against the wall. “Yeah, sure. Umm, sorry I am just tired.”

The Ghoul just grunts, as he crouches down to unwrap her hand carefully, each layer slightly cleaner than the next. The skin is an entirely pink and red color, Jade is surprised to see that there are nubs pushing at the skin. She holds it up and wiggles it, watching the nubs move in the firelight with her other fingers. 

“Huh,” The Ghoul turns his head, carefully removing his gloves, he gently takes her hand and runs his textured fingers across them. Jade feels herself shiver a little at the touch, watching him as he carefully inspects each part of her hand.

“Are those my fingers?” Jade asks, flexing her hand and in awe as they move. 

“Your fingers were cut to the knuckle, there was barely enough skin to close it.” He said watching her move them. “Whatta they do to ya at the Enclave?”

***

The Ghoul was perplexed as he watches Jade move her fingers. Well the nubs of her new fingers, the skin felt new, incredibly soft. It didn’t look like a mutation, or ghoulification, it looked like it was regrowing. His mind ran back to the critter, the Regen as Jade liked to call it. That had been able to piece itself back together. The only problem was Jade didn’t bleed black, and there was no black crawling into her skin. 

“I don’t remember a lot from Enclave.” Jade blinks, fingers running over the new flesh. “I’ve been cut before.” She lifts up her shirt to show scars, the Ghoul swallowing as he looks at her flesh, noting each pink-gray scar. “They always scarred, never regrew, and definitely didn’t look brand new like this.”

The Ghoul huffs, digging around in his bag to find a new bandage. Jade wasn’t lying, she was covered in scars and marks, some looking like they’d taken huge chunks out of her. So why was she healing now? What has changed? 

“Do you think it was Regen?” Jade asks as he wraps up her hand carefully, making sure to give room for the growing appendages. “I did cough up some of that goop.”

The Ghoul thought back, remembering when Jade had finally woken up how she’d coughed up the black goo. Was that enough to have changed her? To give her abilities to reheal? Was that even a possibility? He’d walked this land for so long, yet there was always something new to discover.  

The Ghoul pulls out a small knife, now that he has finished bandaging up her hand. Watching as Jade looks at it, before looking back at him. “Should we test it?”

Jade held her hand out, “If anyone is cutting me, it’s me. I’ve been cut up enough.”

“Fair,” He flips the knife around with practice ease, his stomach twisting as her face darkens. “I meant no harm.”

Jade shrugs, “Didn’t think you did. Just.” Jade licks her lips looking away as she grabs the handle of the knife. “Just not ready for anything too kinky.”

The Ghoul let out a chuckle, happy that she didn’t take it to heart, “Will save that for the second ate.”

Jade also lets out a laugh, he would never get tired of that sound. She moves the knife in between her fingers, Jade rolls up her sleeves and finds a spot with an old scar. Letting out a breath she quickly presses and slides along the mark. Red blood pushes past the skin, Jade grimacing as it starts to bleed. The Ghoul watches for a moment, happy to see red, normal blood coming out of her. He reaches to grab a rag to cover it but Jade stops him. He watches a few drops fall and can smell the iron in the air. To their surprise it slowly stops bleeding, it clots quicker than it should, the skin starting to knit itself closed. The old scar is now replaced with a neat red mark. 

“So you can heal.” The Ghoul watches, running his finger over the top of the clotted blood. Utterly fascinated with what was occurring right in front of him  “That’s unexpected.”

Jade laughs, “So my fingers are going to grow back. My skin is healing, does this mean I am going to become a ghoul?”

He felt his body go stiff at the statement, he sat down beside her groaning as he stretched out. Trying to cover how much that thought bothered him. The thought of Jade turning into a Ghoul was the stuff of nightmares. The ghoulification process was not something to want, it was more than painful. It was like being peeled alive and put back together over and over again until you couldn’t feel it anymore.

“No, you are not turnin' into a ghoul. It would scar. Take it from one, you’d know if you were.” Ghoul said, grabbing her bag digging out a can, and handing it to her.

Jade takes the cans and puts them by the fire. Grabbing her bag to pull out a sweater. The Ghoul strips off his duster, being able to feel the heat was a luxury he wasn't going to squander. 

“Would it be that bad if I turned into a ghoul?” Jade asks as she turns the cans over with a stick. The Ghoul wants to lash out at her for continuing to push the question, and for being so naive.  

He grits his teeth, biting back a harsh remark. “You aren’t dumb enough to want this.”

“You've lived for centuries. Why is that so bad?” Jade protests, playing with some of the embers.,

The Ghoul grabs her chin, turning her to look at him. She flinches but doesn't turn away, lips set in a firm but defiant line. Green brown eyes staring directly into his. It was something he’d always liked about her, her ability to not back down from anything, even him. It also irritated the heck out of him too. 

“I've lost everythin'.” He growls at her, “My family, friends, seen whole cities burn to the ground.” He makes sure to keep his gaze firm. “I wouldn't wish this curse on anyone,” He makes sure to put emphasis behind his words. “You deserve to live a life free of this torment.”

Jade just nods, leaning her head against his hands. She kisses his palm, her eyes looking past him, like she is trying not say something. Jade moves, and for a moment he thought she’d kiss him again, but instead, she fishes the cans out of the embers, rolling them to rest near the bench. The silence feels colder than it should, making the Ghoul want to climb out of the place. He doesn’t want the distance that has grown between them to keep growing. 

“You are all I have Cooper. If this healing thing means we get more time together I am not going to waste that,” Jade finally speaks using a shirt to place the cans in between them. “You can be as stubborn as you want. But-” Jade takes his worn hand in hers. “But this isn't something that comes around very often.”

Ghoul feels his heartache, hating how right she was. Whatever this was, Cooper wasn't going to dwell on labels much, it was something good. Something good in this shit world, he just wishes he could give her more. The urge to wrap her up in his arms and never let go made his hands twitch against his worn pants.

“Should eat, try to get some sleep,” Cooper swallows, opening the cans up with his knife quickly. He ate one-half of some green beans, Jade ate half of something close to chicken. The two swapped with each other like they had started to do nightly.

Once full of food Jade gets up smothering all but a few embers. The Ghoul gets up and grabs another bench seat, sliding the two together to make a makeshift bed. Jade crawls on top using the sweater as a pillow, gun above her head. Cooper scoots in, gun at his hip, using his duster to cover both of them. The girl quickly snuggles herself against him quietly. Cooper allows himself to wrap an arm around her. Waiting until her heartbeat and breathing had slowed down, his hand running up and down her back. Feeling the various scars, where different bones poked, how her muscles moved. He squeezed her a little tighter, not really knowing how to feel about any of it anymore. 

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The banging at the metal door has Jade up, the Ghoul was already standing looking down the corridor. He looks at her putting a finger to his lips, Jade nods quickly packing their stuff and shoving her jacket on. She grabs her trusty machete flexing it in one hand, while she grabs the pistol in the other hand, the two of them both listening carefully. 

“Let us in,” Someone hollered from outside the door. “Please!” More banging, the door rattling but neither of them moving. “They’re coming.” The cries echoing in the hall, Jade wants to go and open the door and let them in. The Ghoul was standing stock still, shoulder tight, shotgun in hand, there was no way he would let her open the door. 

Cooper gestures for Jade to come closer, she moves quickly to stand beside him. He leans down keeping his eyes on the door, “Across from us, roll the window down, there is a lever that will close the roof.” 

Jade swallows and moves over to the opposite side of the shoot, she finds the window looking it up and down until she sees a handle. Grabbing it she rolls it down revealing a large switch, looking back at the Ghoul he nods his head. She grabs the large lever and starts pulling it down, a lot of screeching happens, both turning up to watch the iris of metal start to close. Jade grunts as she pushes it all the way down, a snapping sound as it hits the bottom. The banging outside stops as Jade quickly moves through the blackness. The only light small beams from seams and holes of the pieced-together metal. 

“What was that,” Jade whispers as she comes back to the Ghoul. Her eyes slowly adjust to the dimness. She peers past him down towards the metal door. Rattling now starts all the way around them like they are climbing up the sides of the structure.

The Ghoul looks up and around them, his face set in a firm line as he listens to the chatter. It was like the place was getting pelted by a hail storm, the whole place nearly vibrating with the thumping. 

“Not sure,” He walks over to the center of the room, the metal shutters vibrating as thumping continues. “But I think we are staying.”

Jade lets out a groan, “Damnit, could we get out of one place without something going sideways.” 

The Ghoul chuckles, “This is the Wastes after all. And you have a habit of drawing attention.”

“I do not,” Jade grumbles kicking her boots off, “Not any more than you do. You suggested this place.”

“So the roadway would have been better?” The Ghoul snaps back at her, walking around the place and touching various surfaces. Jade doesn’t reply instead grabbing her bag to go through things. Wondering how long they could go before they would have to find a way out. 

The rattling slowly stops, as the Ghoul opens up a door that has a small amount of cans in it. “Well, at least we won’t starve to death.” 

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The banging had been going on for what feels like ages, the Ghoul had found a total of four more hiding spots. Unfortunately, no way out besides the door and the chimney. Jade had laid out all their supplies, carefully noting how much they had. Food was okay, water was another matter, and chems. Not low enough to be a worry for a few days, but any longer and it was going to get worse. He knew they were only a day at most from a town, but how long would they be stuck in here? 

Rubbing at his face he tosses his hat down on the bench, he already feels like he is stuck in a coffin. The rattling was not helping either. If it was just him, he’d be out the door already guns blazing. Jade would follow him if he asked, that was the danger. He paces the room one more time before going to sit on the makeshift bed bedside, Jade. She was lying down on the far side, her head covered by her sweater. 

He wants to reach out, drag her closer, kiss her, feel her kiss him back. Cooper’s hands clenches against the cushions, he was trying to put distance and it hurt more than it should. He was trying to stay focused, once they were in a town, they could figure out what to do next.

Cooper nearly jumps off the bed when Jade’s hand runs over his lower back. She lets out a small chuckle scooting closer to him, she leans so her head is near his hips, fingers resting on top of his thigh. Her other hand goes to his lower back rubbing up and down against the worn material. He does his best to relax against her touch, his instincts telling him to run in the other direction. Why couldn’t he just enjoy a little comfort? 

“They’ve stopped banging against the walls,” Jade says, voice mostly muffled by the cushions. “Think we could escape?”

Ghoul goes to push Jade’s hand off of him, instead he slots his fingers over hers. “No, I don’t think so. Could be waitin' for us to leave.” 

“I have an idea,” Jade says quietly, he hears her shifting around, so he scoots down so she can move to sit beside him. Cooper looks her up and down and she wiggles to press herself against him. “If you’re interested.”

He narrows his eyes at her, “Do yah have a shovel in your pack I didn’t know about?”

Jade groans, resting her forehead against his shoulder. “I was thinking of somethin' a bit more interesting. Way to pass the time,” She stands up in front of Cooper, leaning forward so her hands are on his knees. 

“No,” The Ghoul states, despite the heat in his stomach, and the way his stomach knotts up in anticipation. “We need to stay on alert,”

Jade stands back arms across her baggy shirt, walking away and circling the small room a few times. The Ghoul could feel the frustration radiate off of her as she stops and stands in front of him again.

“Is this some old-world thing that I don’t know about?” Jade asks, waving her hand in the air. 

“What?” The Ghoul replies, just as confused as she is. 

Jade moves forward so her legs are touching his knees, “Why you won’t have sex with me? Is it an old-world thing? Or do you not want that from me?” 

The Ghoul rolls his eyes, “We are currently stuck in a ramshackle stack of cars, that is surrounded by somethin' trying to get to us. It isn’t exactly what I would call romantic?” 

Jade puts her hands on his shoulders pushing at them, he refuses to move, Jade pushes off walking away. She throws her hands up, finding another bench to lay down on. 

“I live somewhere that is called The Wastes. I have no family, I have no job. My last, sort kinda, relationship was with a guy who locked me in a closet, pumped me full of chems, and sold me to randoms.” Jade muttered, shifting around on the bench, and staring up at the ceiling. 

Cooper gets up, peeling off one of the cushions, he places it on the ground beside her, groaning as he sits down. There was still no knocking happening, the place almost seemed too quiet. As if the walls were listening to them. 

He grits his teeth, fiddling at the worn frayed pants, “Jade.” He closes his eyes, “You deserve softness.”  Cooper twines his fingers with hers, “And before you start,” Jade lets out a huff of annoyance. “I don’t know what I want. But I know you deserve more than a ratty bench, a bed at least.”

Jade stays silent still looking up at the ceiling, her thumb rubbing over his skin. Her eyes close and her face goes slack as she squeezes his hand. 

“I don’t know if I deserve that, but I am not going to deny, a bed would be nice.” Jade sighs, bringing his hand up so she can kiss his rough skin. “You deserve softness too.”

PART 12

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Prologue: Blood Rose

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Aelora Targaryen

Content Warning: Possible mentions of the following death, betrayal, intense levels of gore. If these don't bother you wish to proceed to read it. Do so at your own risk. OC house inserted to some degree. If you don't like that, I express this as my only warning.

Rating: MA15+

Links: Dividers / Masterlist

Words: 1.6K

Summary: The beginning of House Raengyreon and House Targaryen. The history of the two houses joining together. Meshing together as one.

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Aelora Targaryen.

Aelora Raengyreon Targaryen.

Her parentage?

Vhaelys Targaryen and Rhaenar Raengyreon.

Rhaenar Raengyreon is the son of an ancient dragonlord of Valyrian house. House Raengyreon, it is an old house. It is just as old as House Targaryen. According to some people, mythic legends, it might have been older. Even then, it entirely relies on the storyteller. Depending on what myth is told. How it is told. Along with what details are left in and taken out.

Entirely shaping how someone else could see House Raengyreon. Some feared it. Some became suspicious. Others loved to hate them for whatever reason they might have had. One thing was clear. Every telling about them? No two are ever the same.

Raengyreon known for its love of preserving of every possible part of Valyrian culture. Including its militia, warships, art and music. Anything and everything Valyrian deemed deserving of preservation. The mindset of preserving everything they could. Echoing into the descendants of the house.

Adapting while preserving as much they could. Loving their past while adapting for the future. Hand in hand like a story of two lovers doomed to die together. Like a comet falling from the sky and killing people if it lands inside a city with a large populace.

Either way. They loved both the past and the future. Letting go of one would be akin to severing a limb from their body with a rusted, serrated blade. Leaving chunks of flesh behind. Barely hanging on, dangling from the mutilated limb like a piece of string.

Months before the betrothal would become official. Rhaenar serenaded Vhaelys. Often singing valyrian songs to pique her interest. Frequently giving her rather lavish gifts in a colour of her house. House Targaryen. Red ruby necklaces with silver. Black extravagant dresses. Which would fall down to the floor.

His own dragon unlike Vhaelys's dragon is a sea serpent. He introduced to her as Vermith. To create a connection with her going beneath the layers of a typically normal courtship. Vermith, his sea dragon. Deemed long enough to wrap around Dragonstone twice. Almost three times.

He knew of her House, he knew of how they valued their dragons and their might. He knew it was another way to speak to her on a different level entirely. Not only that, but he valued her dragon as well. Often praising Jēda, Vhaelys's dragon, in Valyrian. As much as he could and whenever he was able to.

Dragons were his passion as well. He felt as if every dragon no matter how big or small deserved to be praised.

Vermith, he is normally passed down to firstborn children to help them adapt to dragons and their care. To ensure children knew how to treat a dragon with proper care and respect. In doing so, they would know how to care for their own dragon once they reached a proper age. Normally, when the child would reach the age of 16.

Aelora's older brother, Aelor, given Vermith. Once he had reached the age of 16. As it is his birthright as the firstborn. Adamant in showing him off to his younger sister, Aelora. In turn, she loved it more than anything else. Seeing something huge, powerful and ancient like Vermith fuelled her imagination like a frantic poet wishing to love something she could not have. “He is so huge.” Aelora gasped, her voice filled with awe and wonder.

“When you get your own dragon. I'm sure they will be just a beautiful.” Aelor reminded her.

“You think so?” Aelora Targaryen tilted her head at the notion of her own dragon. Her older brother, Aelor Targaryen. “I hope it is just as pretty as Vermith.”

Aelor chuckled, ruffling his sister's hair. “Even prettier, little sis. Maybe it'll be silver and shimmer like moonlight.”

“Like moonstone or opal?” Aelora pressed, thinking of the possibilities. “Perhaps even like the stain glass windows in the septs?”

Aelor, the patient loving brother, knelt before Aelora, bringing himself to her level. “It could be all of those things, and more,” he said, a smile gracing his lips. “Imagine a dragon with scales that shimmered like moonlight, catching every colour like a living kaleidoscope. Or maybe its wings would be translucent, like stained-glass, their hues deepening and lightening as it soared through the sky.”

Aelora's eyes sparkled with excitement. A dragon like that, so unlike the usual blacks and greens of their family's mounts, felt fantastical, almost mythical. “Do you think such a dragon exists, brother?” she whispered, her voice filled with a childlike wonder.

Aelor grinned. “There are tales, whispers of dragons from the Valyrian Freehold before the Doom,” he explained, his voice hushed with reverence. “Dragons with scales that shimmered like twilight and eyes like molten gold. Perhaps your dragon will be a descendant of one of those magnificent creatures.”

“That would be so cool.” Aelora's mind buzzed with ideas. “Like the story mother said about the large creatures of the sea. Like the big prehistoric sharks.” Sharks were her favourite creature. Ironic, since Vermith was a sea serpent.

“I like to think there are as many types of dragons as there are sharks.” Aelora confessed to Aelor. As if it was some kind of dark and hidden secret. “From flying ones to the ones in the deep sea.”

Aelor's smile faltered slightly. “Dragons,” he corrected gently, “are a whole different story, Aelora. They are intelligent creatures, not beasts like sharks. They choose their riders, and the bond between them is unlike anything else in the world.”

“I… I… I know silly.” Aelora replied. “There are many….many breeds of sharks. Some we do know about and the ones we don't know about. It stands to reason that there are dragon types we may never know about. Think about it. A deep sea dragon of bioluminescence or like the fish with a light that lures their food or even one that has transparent body that would reveal their squishy insides.”

Aelor laughed, his earlier apprehension melting away. “Alright, alright,” he conceded. “Maybe there are some deep-sea dragons lurking in the shadows, feasting on bioluminescent fish with their squishy insides.” He teased, making a face that contorted his features in mock horror.

Aelora giggled, shoving him playfully. “See? You can imagine it too!”

Aelor chuckled, dodging Aelora's playful shove with practised ease. A glint of something akin to admiration flickered in his eyes. “You have a very.…imaginative mind, Aelora,” he admitted. “Perhaps you should be the one writing the dragon stories, not me.”

“Maybe I will,” Aelora countered, a spark of determination lighting up her face. “My deep-sea dragon could be a real terror of the deep! Imagine, with razor-sharp teeth and glowing scales that could blind its prey!”

Aelor tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Intriguing. But wouldn't a glowing creature be easily spotted in the dark depths?”

“Aha!” Aelora exclaimed, her eyes widening with a new idea. “Then it could have bioluminescent lures, like those angler fish! It could attract its prey with a beautiful light display, then BAM! Dinner!”

Aelor threw his head back and laughed, a rich, genuine sound that warmed the air. “See, Aelora? That's why you should be a storyteller! That's brilliant.”

Aelora beamed, basking in his praise. “So, do you believe there could be deep-sea dragons now?”

Aelor considered this for a moment. “The world is a vast and mysterious place, Legends often hold a sliver of truth. Who knows what secrets might lie hidden in the uncharted depths?” He winked. “Perhaps one day, you'll be the one to discover them, Captain Aelora of the Deep!”

Aelora's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and a strange, thrilling anticipation. “Captain Aelora of the Deep,” she repeated, savouring the sound of it. A mischievous grin spread across her face. “Maybe… I… I… I will.”

Aelora drew pictures of deep-sea dragons. The art journal, large enough to be the size of a map folded in half. She had books of encyclopedias of deep sea creatures around her. She would take inspiration from the large, heavy books.

The picture of a future warship, she called it “The Defiant Blood Rose,” or simply “Blood Rose,” depending on what name someone would have called it. It bore a massive valyrian steel blade in the front to cut through ice, ships and sea creatures that would dare to attack it. The main wood used? Combination of oak, teak, and mahogany to create a strong and resilient hull. Her idea to the shipwrecks of older ships to create a mosaic of reclaimed wood, each plank whispering tales of past voyages and battles.

The figurehead made of marble in the shape of a siren at the back of the ship to ward away potential thieves. In a scribbled note, “A sign there is danger here. Enter at your own peril.” and the massive blade, “To cut through a ship or chunks of ice like a knife through butter.”

Canons either side of it, spewing fire and lead in a deadly dance meant to emulate the bioluminescent lures of her deep-sea dragon. A captain's quarters with a massive window overlooking the ocean, a sprawling map covering most of the known world, a sextant, and spyglass resting on a sturdy table beside a comfortable armchair. The bed? A bed nook, built into the hull of the ship, facing the window, allowing the Captain to wake up to the sunrise over the waves.

"Someday this will be a real warship. Someday it will exist. Someday I, Aelora Targaryen, will sail the Blood Rose across uncharted seas, a captain not just of men, but of the very legends whispered on the wind."

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SUMMER TROUBLES ! yang jungwon x fem!oc

[synopsis] . as summer arrives, you're in desperate need for someone to talk to. due to all your complaints, your best friend sets you up with their mutual friend on the internet. at first, it was just an escape from boredom until the pair grew a desire to meet up in person. will they still like each other when they meet?

[genre] . hs au, stranger to lovers, slowburn, fem!reader, smau series with written parts.

[warnings] . swearing, dark humor, intended lowercase, not proof-read, fluff (kissing and stuff), cringy.

[status] . on hold ! (writers block sucks)

profiles -> incognito queens n kings ! singles only + jay ! delulu kingdom ! AU . same au as THE PHOTOBOOTH

CHAPTERS . 001. READ ! 002. FIRST NAME BASIS ! 003. SLEEPOVER ! 004. BONFIRE ! 005. GROUNDED ! 006. WORTH IT ! 007. UNGROUNDED ! 008. DISTRACTION ! 009. NAIVE AT ITS FINEST ! 010. FACETIMING 24/7 ! 011. AT SOOBS ! 012. .. ! 013. .. !

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Here's a colored version of an Ann sketch I randomly decided to finish yesterday. Since she is one of the main characters in the project I am working on, I will need to draw her a lot more and maybe do a reference sheet.

In addition, I experimented a bit with colored lineart. Still not sure about it, I am so used to crisp black lineart that putting color on it just… doesn't feel "me." In any case, I will prolly have to buckle up and draw more once we hit 2024.

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Cerra Killian. Maree the Archivist.

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The true colors potion - Chapter 1 - springrose44 - Trolls (DreamWorks Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M , Gen

Fandoms:

Trolls (DreamWorks Movies)Trolls - Fandom

Relationships:

Branch/Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Poppy (Trolls)Branch & Creek (Trolls)Branch & Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Branch & King Peppy (Trolls)Branch & The Snack Pack (Trolls)Poppy & The Snack Pack (Trolls)King Peppy & Poppy (Trolls)

Characters:

Branch (Trolls)Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)Poppy (Trolls)King Peppy (Trolls)Biggie (Trolls)Smidge (Trolls)Creek (Trolls)Guy DiamondDJ Suki (Trolls)Satin (Trolls)Chenille (Trolls)Original CharactersFuzzbert (Trolls)Cooper (Trolls)Original Male Character(s)Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Grey Branch (Trolls)Branch Needs a Hug (Trolls)Alternate UniverseRomanceSlow RomanceCharacter DeathSecretsPotionsFamily SecretsMinor Original Character(s)Background Character DeathAlternate Universe - Canon Divergence.

Summary:

After losing his colors due to grandma death branch trun to temporarily solution to solve his gray situation problem he make a potion that will let him have his true colors for about 12 hours before the effects of the potion wear off so branch detriment that none of the trolls know that he truned gray drinks this potion daily as well as he have a supply of this magic potion so he can never run out .

What if branch had a close family friend to some how look after him after his grandma death ? & what if that family friend knows of branch secret ?

Poppy have a feeling that this shy , akwakard teal blue troll isn't what he seems she have a feeling that he's hiding a big secret from all the trolls and poppy is so determined to find out what it is

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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!!!!

Sorry I didn't make a more detailed drawing, but that's what we have today. I wanted to do more of my OCs or even Canon characters, but I'm a little lazy (the bad thing for every artist), so here goes my killer baby Vanessa/Silk Touch. I hope you enjoyed! ^^💛

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