#oc: wow I��m feeling guilty

[dollfaceksj]

Can #7 be of Jungkook getting seriously jealous and making oc cry with mean-ish words? Maybe? Please?

i hear u loud and clear 🫡

gonna tag some warnings: y/n is a bit out of line/out of character cause of alcohol consumption & sorry for the angst…. this kinda takes a serious turn unlike the crack-vibes we’ve had so far. + its pretty long. sawry <3333

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #7

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sunday evening, ur chillin’ at home, watching how to get away with murder with a bag of chips on your stomach and your legs thrown up on the table

your phone starts ringing and you groan

who the hell is calling u rnnnn

you reach for the remote to pause the show before raising your phone to look at your screen

oh it’s eunbi

…

wait

IT’S EUNBI

you shoot up and chew the remnants of the chips in your mouth quickly, swallowing it down with your can of soda

you pick up the phone and put it to your ear

“hey–”

“i told you not to tell him!”

NO

what

NO NO NO

“what?”

“don’t act stupid! jungkook! you told jungkook!”

fuck fuck fuck

how are you gonna explain that you really didn’t!!

“eunbi i swear i didn’t!”

“then why did he come by to tell me he doesn’t like messing with people that can’t keep it on the down low? you’re the only one i told!!”

just to tell her? does that mean he just went there to break their little fling off and he didn’t fuck her?

but

why…

would he…

hm

“i swear i didn’t tell him. you can ask him yourself!”

“well i can’t anymore, he wasn’t very fucking happy, y/n. now he thinks i’m a dumb bitch that can’t help but run her mouth.”

well

she kinda is?

just calm her down

“you’re getting worked up over someone that has a gaming set up with twin monitors and a chair that lights up.”

she quietly chuckles and then says, “well, he has amazing dick.”

oooof. it worked

you roll your eyes. “you can find so many better, eunbi. don’t let that guy walk all over you like that.”

rich coming from YOU

she sighs quietly. “sorry for yelling like that. i just…”

she suddenly trails off

hm?

“you just?” you encourage her to finish her sentence

“how do you know he has a gaming set up? even i don’t know that.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

oh right

yeah

well

you’re fucked actually

now how the FUCK are you gonna explain you’ve been to his apartment after he just broke it off with her

SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU MADE HIM BREAK IT OFF WITH EUNBI FOR YOU

“what?”

wow very smart

“how the fuck do you know that, y/n?”

just calm down

think logically

“eunbi, he��s literally a damn gamer. it was a stereotypical joke but i’m pretty sure he does.”

GOOD SAVE GOOD SAVE

it’s quiet on the other line for a moment

“right, right, sorry. i’m being paranoid.”

“paranoid for what? u’d hate it if i did something with him?”

“well, i wouldn’t like it to be honest but i guess you can do whatever you want. it’d just be a shitty thing to do.”

???

“why, though? like you said he’s fucking everyone and their mother. you weren’t seeing each other romantically and y’all weren’t on platonic terms either. it was just sex.”

the other line is quiet

you conclude, “unless you… unless you’ve caught feelings for him.”

silence

eunbi is dead silent

“really eunbi? a JUNIOR?”

“ughhhh it’s not my fault, okay! he’s just so…” she deeply sighs. “he just knows what to say.”

yeah

yeah you know what she means

“i’m sorry he broke it off like that.”

“it’s okay. maybe it’s better before i actually catch some real feelings.”

you sigh and rub your forehead. “you’re in uni to get your degree, not let guys walk all over you and ESPECIALLY not geeks that are younger than you.”

she softly chuckles, “right. well anyways, i gotta go. i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay…” you quietly sigh as you hang up the phone and slam your phone down onto the couch besides you

for fucks sake

if you didn’t already feel stupid for playing this stupid game with jungkook, you feel guilty now

but why? they weren’t a thing

they weren’t anything

you could’ve very well already been sleeping with jungkook (gross!) when she told you

so does it matter in the end?

it’s just a matter of circumstances

worse than the circumstances you find yourself in right now

clubbing on a friday evening with tae and his mates

wearing the tightest little skirt you own

a long sleeve shirt that plunges almost all the way down to your belly button, cleavage on display

makeup and hair done the way you like it

you look absolutely stunning (u always do bae <3)

tae came to pick you up and now you’re standing in a club, hugging your phone to your chest as you wait by the bar

joon, yoongi, tae and seokjin are present

and yoongi looks mighty mighty MIGHTYYYY good

his long black hair is slicked back and he’s dressed in all black like he walked off the set of a mafia movie

you’ve taken just two shots so far but taehyung hitting The Shoot to a song that it doesn’t fit on whilst recording it for his insta story is enough to turn your babysitter instinct on

but

your phone buzzes

instagram notification

probably taehyung tagging you on his story again for the nth time tonight

you glance at your phone anyways

📸 @.jungkook97 has requested to follow you!

?

??

???

what the fuck

what the literal FUCK?

why is he

WHY IS HE ????

Oh for fucks sake

shit shit

what do you do?

accepting and declining his follow request would both just look like you’re still playing his game

and ur NOT!!!

swear

your thumb hovers over the confirm button

girl just accept his follow request and he’ll see how unbothered you are thru ur story

NO

decline and put him BEHIND you.

nooooo just accept :))

decline.

accept!!

DECLINE

before you can even accept or decline

an arm brushes against your elbow and you snap your head up to look at the person

is it .. who u think it is ..

“you don’t look like you’re enjoying your night,” he says as he nods towards taehyung

oh shit it’s yoongi

his voice is so deep and gravely. goodness gracious.

what perfect timing

you really needed something to take your mind off of all this bs

“i’m babysitting a grown man,” you chuckle, crossing your arms as you lean back against the bar

“he’s not your responsibility so you’re a good friend for that.”

hmmm

what a sweet thing to say :(

“thanks, yoongles.”

he chuckles and shakes his head. “what did i say about calling me yoongles?”

hm hm hm

you quip, “want me to call you something else instead?”

WHERES UR DECORUM???

TWO SHOTS AND UR LOSING UR MIND

he glances at you. “i’d blame the alcohol for your boldness but you had water the other day and you were still on demon time.”

???

you giggle and shake your head. “i’m fine. i’m just having fun, yoonie.”

“don’t call me that either.”

you should really listen to him but why are you such a fucking lightweight MANNNNN

you lean into his face. “you know, you have really pretty lips. like you could be a mouth model.” your eyes are glued to his lips and his eyes are staring down at you as you close your eyes in on his lips

“that so?”

(guys his lips…)

“like they’re so pink and plump. and soft. wow, you could totally be a mouth mod–”

yoongi chuckles and shakes his head before he cuts you off. “just kiss me.”

PAUSE

RECORD SCRATCH

WAITTT

you blink at him a couple times. “my lip combo cost me–”

“38 bucks, i know. you make them look that good and expect not to be kissed?”

DAMN

wow

that was so

smooth wow wait

uhhh

you

you kinda want to

so maybe you should

your eyes ping pong between both his eyes, a slight pinch on your brows. “i mean,” you pause, “it’s just a kiss.”

and before you know it, you’ve gently pressed your lips against his.

wow

his lips are so damn soft

so so soft

you cup his soft cheeks and pull him a but closer, lips messily painting his

but he doesn’t seem to mind when he holds you close by your waist, lips moving against yours in your own rhythm

you part your lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue through, gently licking into your mouth and allowing himself to taste the alcohol on your tongue

you move your hand down to his chest, other arm wrapping around his neck

suddenly a tap on your shoulder makes you jump

fuck fucj

who is that who is that

pls don’t be him

you pull away and glance over your shoulder

to be met with

none other than

oh.

it’s tae

WHEW

why are you still worried he’ll catch you? he doesn’t even go clubbing and he wasn’t here with tae or any of the other guys

he starts tugging on the both of you

“GUYS. dance on the dance floor! not at the bar. y’all look STUPID.” he slurs his words and you realize he thinks y’all are dancing and not … making out

what a dumbass

yoongi glances at you and chuckles, making you reach up and wipe his lips clean of the gloss you just smeared on his lips with your thumbs

you pull him to the dance floor, back turned to him

and so, you lead his hands to your hips as you continue to sway your hips to the song

he grips your hips and presses the side of his face against the side of your head

you close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the music and the beat pumping through your veins

you needed this

no thoughts right now

you lean your head back against his chest, cranium grazing his collarbones as he continues to respectfully keep his hands on your hips

you dance with him for a few songs, allowing yourself to forget about everything. you’ve been acting a fool lately and yoongi is making you feel okay

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

that is until yoongi stops moving behind you

just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you see

you see him

him

him

him

Him

HIM

h

i

m

“can i borrow her from you?” is all you hear as you stare at his lips, watching the lip rings move as he talks

what the hell

“sure, man.” yoongi pats jungkook on the shoulder before smiling at you and disappearing in the sea of bodies

no

yoongi, don’t leave

no no no

your heart is beating in your ass.

jungkook closes the distance between you and swiftly turns you around by your waist, holding your back close against his chest

your heart is definitely beating through your back and he can feel it through his chest, you’re sure of it

why the hell is he here?

he never goes clubbing

what is going on????

“no one likes a tryhard, y/n.” he says into your ear as he sways left to right

????

what?

no literally what

“you’re so pretty, so elegant. you could have the world at your feet,” he continues, hands respectfully dropping to your hips as he holds your hips and sways them for you

because

you

are

literally

fucking

frozen

“and yet, you’re seeking attention like you don’t matter.” his words are literally creating a dry lump in your throat

you literally did nothing wrong today

you didn’t do anything to get a reaction out of him

and yet he’s tearing into you???

you don’t deserve it this time

that’s enough

you’ve had enough

you slowly peel his hands off your hips and turn to him, glaring right up at him

he tilts his head to the side as he stares you down

everything happens

at once

you realize what’s going on

when you’re staring at the side of jungkook’s face

his cheek that’s reddening

and a clench in his jaw

right

you just

slapped him

you watch as he slowly nods like he knows he deserved that

he slowly turns his head to look at you and you’re vibrating with rage

“fuck you, jungkook. you absolute fucking asshole.”

you watch him open his mouth to respond but you don’t let him speak

you continue, “the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you but you know why you think it does?” you give him a moment to think about it.

but this time he’s not saying anything. he just stares at you

“because you’re a damn narcissist and you think any and everyone is out to get dicked down by you.” you bring your hand up to wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand

girl … you’re tearing into him

“but you’re just a fucking loser that games all day and gets his dick wet by girls who are also just looking for a release. you’re not anything fucking special, there’s nothing you can offer anyone except for good dick and your math notes.”

you can’t seem to stop though

“yeah, i admit, i sat next to you that day and talked to you like that with questionable intentions but that was because i wanted to see how far you’d be willing to take tae and joon’s ‘warning’, not because i fucking want you cause i don’t. i said it before and i’ll say it again but you gross me the fuck out.”

wrap it up before he cries… or before you cry

his big black eyes are staring straight at you, lips slightly parted and just a look of shock on his face

his cheek is decorated with a red print of your hand

“at the end of the day you are absolutely,” you pause as you narrow your eyes, “nothing but a fuckboy.”

by the clench in his jaw, the pinch in between his brows, the squint in his eyes and the quick scrunch in his nose, you can tell he doesn’t fucking like that

but you clearly don’t give a fuck anymore

he had it coming

tears prick in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall in his presence

what gives him the right to make you feel so small and humiliate you like that?

and with that, you shove your hand against his shoulder and push past him

you stumble all the way to the restrooms and book an uber

you wait for the uber’s arrival in the stalls

and leave without another word to anyone else

jungkook: 2

you: 1

to be continued

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[taegularities]

i am guilty of not remembering muchhh bc of my short term memory 🤓🤠 so i skimmed the previous chapter and was refreshed hehe ANYWAYS wow it really has been a while since the last chapter but while reading blooming and starting palette,,, i felt this sense of familiarity with them and it's hard to describe but it's so good!!! It's like fav dramas/series/books that even when you forgot some details or a lot 😅 u have this instant bond/happiness and u still have these amazing feelings for the characters and the story!!! I'm not sure if ur getting me Rid aha it's the yapper in me but i guess the tldr is that i felt that "WE ARE SOOOO BACK MY BESTIES" like i REALLY felt it lol. And i was really happy to read cmi again ❤️‍🩹

While I do agree with others that this is also my new favorite chapter,,,,, I think that's also not true for me??? bc every chapter is my fav!!! It's really really really literally the whole story since then and everything u write is a favorite 💜

Aside from all the fluff that i loveeee, so much love for this chapter which included their friends and in a trip setting bc it's so wholesome and in relationships esp if ur the type to always go out with friends, it's fun to see everyone getting together 🫶🏼

Nowww some of my fave lines:

His attention is directed towards Jimin, the main organiser of your trip; everybody’s been posing questions today as if he’s studied the town and journey to the tiniest detail. Jimin rubs a palm over his tired eyes, sighing before he speaks. this is so funny bc MOOD

HEAVY AFFECTION!!!!

“People climb mountains, watch the world from above, need to see forests to figure out how good life can be. And that it can be worth living,” he says, his voice velvety soft. “But I feel that way with you every day, you know? I do… I do love you so much.” 🥲🥲🥲

“Huh?” he breathes out, moving to look up at you. His eyebrows still suggest slight pain, but there’s something so loving in his worn voice when he says, “You want kids with m—” I LOVE HIM PLSSSSS

And a lot more but those are what I instantly copy pasted lol. Also the "fight" at the end starting with jimin was so chaotic and funny to me lmao. It was all just so real + with oc and jk sorting it out in the middle of the road lol.

Anywaysss wow i think it took me 2 hours + to read and im not complaining bc i had fun savoring every word. I think i always say this but i (and i know the others too) am really thankful that you're here and continuing to share your ideas and writing with us 🫶🏼 the writing is always topnotch, its crazyyyy, good crazy 😇 and ig in behalf of us who aren't always here and even from the silent readers, thank you!! You'll always have our heart and support. I hope that during times that it gets quiet here (and i hope it wont) you remember that there's a lot of us who adore you 🫂

kAT 🫂 it's okay lmao even i forgot a lot and had to reread 😭 there's just a lot of info in those 370k words. and yeah, i totally get that… time may pass, but once we return to the fictional world we love, it feels like coming home. i was so relieved, too, once i dove into cmi again 🥺 and pls yap away, i vibe so much with yappers 😂

yes, ikr!!! i was so damn excited to write this chapter bc of the new dynamics and deeper friendships. this trip really brought them a lot closer. and babe, your favourite lines plsss 🥹 the mountain one has my heart… i think i wrote it literally months and months and MONTHS ago :') and i see, the kids one is really affecting people 😂 the fight was skfajksdf she was just so tired and it affected her mood and then jimin's just an idiot, too lmao 😂 ty for literally copy pasting lines??? this is always so flattering to a writer 😭

2 hours is still pretty fast, tbh!! it took me days to edit the chapter, so hahaha :') thank you so so much for providing me with this much love and warmth, kat. i appreciate your words to bits, like :( the last paragraph, i'm gonna sob 🥹 i adore you sm, too, ty for always being here, love 🤍

[re-ikrmso]

random ocs i wanna talk about

 OHHOHOHGHGH. I have too many stories. and damn i wanna talk about them. So i will talk about some of the ocs i rly love/like that ive made (and also about some universes) I’m going to only include my “main three” in this post but i may tlak more about other stories i was a part of/created

(RT Intervals: the ‘main’ universe I’m workin on. the story’s gonna be really downbeat. it centers on 3 people with varying problems and maybe the problems never get fully solved but character development is slow and perhaps underwhemling but YAY!  Time to talk about some of my fav. characters (ones ive actually devleopeed so far //sob)

-c!Blue- NOOOO BLUE BELOVED :( they are so nice (well they try to be) and m gonna serve em a world shattering deconstruction of thiere beliefs yay! they try to be nice but may end up patronizing instead but shes trying so much to be helpful :( shes so soft (kinda). 

c! “Scarf”- Hello, person that kinda holds moral superiority but also doesnt at the same time! they are tired but they cant describe how, and damn i love them sm they just lay there and want to do something but decides that nothing they do is 100% benefcial so they decide its better to watch from sidelines but they actually have a backbone.

-c!Mangie : are they evil? nah. maybe? Are they here to help? maybe. Do they feel guilty for anything????? MAYBE. they convinced themselves that they are litteraly the most shit person ever and does not actually wholeheartedly accept that cause if they did they’d break down lmao.  theyre still a jackass though and a lot of the things are do are not good. at all.

All three of the above litterally try to avoid thinking too hard about they actions cause if they did they’d shatter into a milion pieces 

=c!Nocide: so tell me, what is nuetraility? what is a sign of nuetraility? A time of piece? Apathy? A lack of action? Unification? a lack of fighting? Nothingness? Well, they don’t fucking know either! local eltrich abomination also takes random pegasus as thier middle school project ohohohoh

=c!Dark: in a way, he’s fight or flight. An emboiment of fear and violence-- but not destruction. Also, another local eltrich ambomination takes a cyborg as thier “project” just to spite other eltridiich ambomination. also fun fact! my pfp is actually a drawing of them i rly liked ;) heheh

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ORIGINAL RT COMIC: this story is based off a comic i did on paper a long time ago when I was younger. the characters like like..beta/other verisons of my main story. not fully completed ever, but this comic took on a more comedic tone with everything unlike RT Intervals where a majority of the cast’s actions would hold some sort of implications, though the comic would eventually shift to a darker-ish more serious tone in some moments

-c!Mangie(Original): Wears an identical jacket to c!Blue(original), except the fur lining is scuffed. they do shitty things but by the lines of sitcom logic and are 10% less of a jerk than RTI!Mangie. basically comedic sociopathy.  //but they actually still do care about some people like c!blue//. 

c!Blue(original): is currently trying to strangle c!mangie for the amount of property damage they’ve done. Wow, a version of Blue that actually has a backbone and morals. They still hang out with C!mangie though, so how moral they are is really debateable but its more like they stick around to act as damage control and cause DAMN THEY ARE BESTIES (HOW THO????) theyre a lot more reliable, but a lot less “pragmatic” than c!mangie.

c!Draconoir: I really couldn’t think of a better name for this guy. LMAO but hes a weird-ass dragon/pony hybrid with a SAADDDD past but for once that has no effect on whatever his plans are for today. Current chief of police for where c!mangie and c!blue lives. has plans for c!blue and c!mangie...

more charatcers but they’re kinda eh.

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RP DM/RPD: A rp I was apart of, back in 2019-2020ish. It had some good times. Some times bad. I still curse the man who deleted the character storage becasue i now no longer have a timeline of events, summares nor analyses of ANY of the characters... It orginally was meant to be chill but thanks to me and another person it devolved into chaos. the story is finished, and was meant to have an...”alternate” season that would help explain any loose ends left inthe oringal but ah...thinkgs feel apart. for the better,to be honest. I will attempt to describe each major character the best I can, which is hard because accounts have since become deleted and people have played more than one character at a time. There will be some mild spoilers, concerning charcter development and identities but ill try and keep them to a minimum.

c!Ikari/Mangie (Me): chaotic reality bender that is genuinely delusional (in-universe) but in meta terms, they are techinally right. //they have this vauge belief that there is a “narrator” that dictates events that happen, and that the “narrator” has chosen to go against them whenever shit goes down. In universe, they’re wrong-- everything is truly of thier own will and of everyone’s own will but meta-wise...yea. They bend reality using cartoon logic (things like jump cuts, pulling things from “offscreen”, entering a cabinet to end up tumbling out of another house’s cabinent , etc). they believe a “perfect” world does not exist and if it did, it is thier responsibility to ruin that world. they have a book that is about to revive people and are implied to have formed a pact with demons.

C!Cart : a gangster hunted by multiple gangs, often gets high on weed and is ironically the most sane of the group. He has an affinity for weed, and is often dragged into a bigger picture by association, if hes not under hiding from eneimes. He’s not so above it all though, and due to his time as criminal (and from his time being associated with the other charatcers) he takes many things in stride, and is nonchalant about most things. ...too nonchalant sometimes.

C!Jade: Cart’s love intrest that serves as a mediator for whatever insane situation is going on. Due to her association with cart, she comes under fire from cart’s enemies as well. she takes a lot of what happens very hard (and like. is terrified of normally terrifying things.)

c!Asuka: A girl that has problems, and is...c!nate/c!eleven’s love intrest. she is a skilled sword-fighter and has like anime powers or something. faces problem with trying to find peace but also being haunted by something that causes her to destroy.

c!nate/eleven (this is one of the harder people to describe) : Nate and eleven were brothers, but eventually nate ended dying. both of them were superheros and had a very black/white mentaility which always made them the good guys. they oftentimes put either themselves or asuka on a priority list for what they want. 

=god i want to include some world-building tidbits and lore but this post is already so long

- - - If you have any questions about any of my worlds/characters ask me cause damn. i like sharing details. 

[cyro-starfire]

Cyro meeting Lemon Monster for the first time - Lemcy fic

⚠️WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: OC X CANON, VIOLENCE, CUSSING, KISSING, CRINGE⚠️

Character colors

Blue - Boyfriend

Red - Girlfriend

Green - Pico

Pink - Cyro

Orange - Lemon Monster

The night was still young, the stars shine brightly throughout the night sky, the full moon also gave a brilliant light that made the night seem less dark. Pico, Girlfriend, Boyfriend, and Cyro were having as friend's night out, just the four of them. They generally used their time in the night to goof around and have fun, visiting parks, getting ice cream and just messing around with each other.

As the night grew they decided to sleep over at Pico's place for the night, Girlfriend told her parents about it so they wouldn't panic if Girlfriend didn't get home tonight. On their way to Pico's house Pico noticed the mansion that Girlfriend's parent's had owned, the same one where Bee and Gee met the spooky kids Skid and Pump.

"Ayo, Bee, ain't that the same house you met those kids in?" Pico asked Boyfriend. "Hrm?" Boyfriend looked over and noticed the house. "Oh yeah, it is, what about it?" "Well ain't it also the same house where you told me you like dissed a weird lemon headed monster thing?" Pico added. "Uhh...y-yeah...? Where are you going with this Pico?" Boyfriend asked slightly nervous of what Pico's intentions could've possibly been...

"Well, it's been a long ass time since I had a good scare, not even Cassandra's stupid ass could scare me, you said the guy was genuinely terrifying, I wanna be the judge of that shit!" Pico exclaimed. "DUDE! ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE? THAT FUCKER WANTED TO EAT ME AND BAE!" Boyfriend responded with a shocked screech. "Dude come on, how bad can it be for me? Besides, Gee can't die remember?" Pico tried to remind Boyfriend. "But he was still fucking creepy, even for a dearest like me." Girlfriend admitted.

"For real?" Pico asked, astounded by Girlfriend of all people admitting that. "Yeah dude." "Well if that's the case, i think it's about time you introduced me to him!" Pico chuckled. "DUDE NO! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?! PLUS WHAT IF CYRO GETS HURT?!" Girlfriend states to Pico, obviously not happy that he would want to do something this reckless and life threatening. Pico looked at Cyro and felt bad that he almost forgot that they were there..."Well...you guys know I'll shoot up anything hostile." He responds bluntly. "Come on, it'll be worth it, i wanna meet this fucker" Girlfriend and Boyfriend looked at each other and then looked at Cyro for their input.

"o-o-oh uhm..." Cyro was taken aback by the situation being suddenly focused around them. "Do you think you'll be able to handle this shit Cy?" Boyfriend asks the alien in a gentle tone, as to not put more stress on Cy. "w-w-well i-i m-m-mean uh...i-i guess it sh-shouldn't b-be too b-bad if P-Pico is the o-one protecting us..." They replied quietly but not too quiet to where Bee and Gee couldn't hear. "You sure?" "I-I'm p-positive! P-Please don't w-worry about m-me too m-much!" Cyro reassures the two. Bee and Gee look at Cyro for a while and sighed. "Alright just...stay close to us alright?" Cyro nods in response.

Girlfriend finally responded to Pico "Okay, fine we'll go in again..." Pico cheered. "HELL YEAH! LES FUCKING GO!!!" Pico screamed out in joy as he immediately darted towards the mansion and wasted no time to get in, the other three followed but not as enthusiastic as Pico, they were more reluctant if anything, especially Girlfriend...

The inside of the mansion felt as dead and haunted as the first time Girlfriend and Boyfriend went inside it together for the first time. "I still hate looking at the inside of this hellscape babe..." Boyfriend shuddered. "Me too honey bun..." "Awe come on you guys are pussies!" Pico giggled. "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY MAN, YOU FUCKING KILLED A HUGE ASS ALIEN WHEN WE WERE IN FUCKING SCHOOL!" Boyfriend screeched at Pico in anger only making Pico laugh more. Cyro was shaking like a leaf, clinging tightly onto Girlfriend's red dress. "Y-You okay Cy?" Girlfriend asked, worried about the shivering alien. "i-i-i-i-i'm g-g-g-good..." Cyro whimpered silently.

"Okay this was obviously a bad idea, I'm pretty sure this place alone is gonna make Cy have a huge panic attack.." Boyfriend sighed but was cut off by Cyro. "N-N-NO! I-i-i-i-i'm okay, i-i promise...i-i-it's j-j-j-just c-c-cold here..." "You sure Cy?" Pico asked, concerned as well. "Y-Yeah...t-trust me g-guys i-i'm fine!" The alien tried their best to reassure the three, which only resulting in Pico, Bee and Gee sighing in unison, they couldn't just back out on this so quickly...right...?

After some time of exploring the mansion, it did take some time for Pico to get genuinely spooked by the place... "Wow...y'all weren't fuckin around..." He chuckled nervously. "This place is creepy as fuck...why do your parents even own this place to begin with Gee?" Girlfriend shrugged "I don't know man, sometimes they don't even make sense to me..." She responds. "Wait, so you admit your scared then?" Boyfriend asks with a slight giggle.

"WH-WHAT?! N-NO?! I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED BEE!!" "Ya sure Pico?" Boyfriend giggled even more. "Your sure acting like your scared!" "THERE'S A FUCKIN DIFFERENCE WITH BEING SCARED AND BEING CREEPED OUT YOU FUCK NUT, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK ASS HEAD!" "Okay but your stuttering, your clearly pissing yourself dude." "NO I FUCKIN AIN'T!" "Yeah you are!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Pico screamed. And thus, an argument began with the two boys, Girlfriend sighed. Some things never really do change, do they? Cyro looked away from the arguing boys only to be met with an odd looking shadow in the distance. "h-h-h-huh?"

"g-g-guys...?" Cyro tried to get everyone's attention but they couldn't be heard over Boyfriend and Pico so they had to try again "G-Guys?" Still not being heard over, so Cyro took a deep breath and reluctantly scream to get their attention. "GUYS!" With them finally being heard all three of them turned their heads to look at the quivering alien. "Is something wrong Cy?"

"u-uh y-yeah, WHAT TH-THE FUCK IS THAT?!" The alien screeched in terror pointing at the lemon shaped shadow that was hiding behind a door. "What's wh- oh...oh no..." "B-B-Bee...?" "What the fu..." The shadow suddenly had a visible smile and finally spoke. "Well, well, well~ what do we have here~? A three course meal~? How thoughtful of you all~!" The voice was deep, soothing, and mesmerizing. The creature slowly opened the door and stepped out.

As seen through the shadow it had a yellow, lemon shaped head, it's eyes were huge with wide pupils within them, it's teeth were uncomfortably crooked, it's neck was a velvet red and the rest of it's body was a pitch, raven black, it had two fingers on each hand, and it had only two toes on each foot. The creature was very tall in compared to the four other beings within the room, it towered over all of them.

"It has been quite a long while since i have seen you two~! And i see you've brought that little schizophrenic ginger friend of yours~! And-" the monster paused to look at Cyro behind Girlfriend, still scared out of their mind. "Well now~! Who's this little friend of yours~? They look rather...appetizing~ in more ways then one if i must be so bold to say~!" He said, attempting to slowly approach Cy but was stopped by Girlfriend. "Don't go near them...O R E L S E . . ." She warned it with a growl, which only made the lemon headed monster roll its eyes in annoyance. "And you still don't know how to not be so RUDE..." The monster growled.

"Better not try jack shit bitch, i know how to use this thing." Pico aimed the gun towards the monster which only made it boom with laughter. "You think a puny little weapon like that scares me? How adorable~!" It chuckled before lunging at Girlfriend and attacked her which made Pico start firing bullets at the creature, and Cy ran as fast as they could into an empty hallway. Boyfriend stood still, he didn't wanna engage in the violence, he didn't sign up for this shit man...

After the monster and Girlfriend fought, monster while doing a number on Girlfriend decided that enough damage was done and went after Cyro. Pico and Boyfriend, instead of knowing Girlfriend can easily heal, and going after the monster and making sure he doesn't hurt them, went to Girlfriend to see if she was okay, Cyro was sobbing and whimpering while running, wanting to be home right now and not here.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA WHY DID I TRY TO LOOK BRAVE FOR EVERYONE HHHH!!!!" The alien screamed internally and wished that they were just honest so that none of this would be happening right now, after some running they found themself in a dead end, and what was worse is that they could hear the monster's footsteps. "NONONONONONONONONONO PLEASE PLEASE OH PLEASE I DON'T WANNA DIE, WHY ME, WHY ME. WHY ME!!!" As much as they hated themself, but they were still terrified of dying, especially like this...

The monster got closer and closer until he was visible again which only heightened Cyro's anxiety, their heart was pounding through their chest and their breathing was rapid, they could barley think straight at all. "There you are my dear~!" The monster cooed. "p-p-p-please leave m-m-me alone..." They whimpered quietly. "Oh don't worry dear~! I won't kill you~! Will i possibly hurt you? Maybe, but then again..." He got closer to them and pinned them against the wall, he slowly put his two fingered claws against their face, and caressed their face gently.

"I would feel guilty if i caused any sort of harm to an adorable and beautiful creature such as yourself~!" It whispered in their ear making Cyro blush deeply and shudder they were so confused by this behavior. "You know, i normally don't have such feelings for prey...but you...your different..." The monster explained to Cyro. "wh-what d-do you m-mean...?" "I mean what i mean my sweet cherry cake~! Your seem like such a delicate creature~!" The monster slowly moved it's claws under Cyro's chin and began to rub the bottom of their chin gently. Cyro couldn't help but purr at the sensation.

The monster chuckled at Cyro's purring, they were so adorable. "Perhaps i won't eat you~ your so sweet, I'm afraid that if I eat you, I'll get a cavity~!" The monster joked. Cyro didn't respond, they only continued to purr at the monster rubbing their chin, until he took his claw away from their chin which only made them whine. "wh-why'd y-you st-" they were interrupted by the monster giving them a soft and gentle kiss on the lips, which surprised Cyro at first, but they slowly sunk into the kiss and kissed the monster back. There was some time before they broke away from the kiss, Cyro panted softly while looking at the creature

The monster chuckled. "While i would love to keep you, i fear that i have aggravated your friends enough, so unfortunately this will be goodbye for now, but i will be back soon, my little prey, until we meet again~!" The monster whispered to them beore giving them a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the shadows again. Which only left Cyro in confusion but at the same time, they felt like they've fallen in love again.

After some time Pico, Boyfriend and Girlfriend found Cy, fortunately for them Cyro was okay, and the four of them darted out of the house as soon as fucking possible. Cyro never really forgot about that day ever since...

[another-miracle]

Under 1000 Words

Fic by @claudeng80​ [Rating: No Rating]

For how short it is, you’d be surprised how much pain it invokes, gosh. The sadder single Dad!Obi AU, but with so much love for Shirayuki still!

A Fic That Got You Invested in Fandom

An Economy of Suffering by @sabraeal​, @bubblesthemonsterartist​, and me! [Rating: T]

I remember never intending to contribute / participate in this fandom at the early stages, but I stumbled upon the then-series (now first 2 chapters of this fic) for this idea, and I was like, omg I’m so gonna write an angsty Obi continuation of this. It was only after I’d posted it that I realized I just kick-slammed the door into the playground of the biggest writers in the fandom??? HAHA Jen and Joanna graciously let me play though, and in the end, it is the fic it is today. 

Made You Laugh Out Loud

Dessert & Reward by @sabraeal​ [Rating: T]

I L I VE for Obi being totally out of his element and being pushed around by his butler and his housekeeping staff. It’s absolutely adorable. And I giggle-snorted at how completely intimidated by Kiki he is, and how Yori finally could gain the upper-hand with Kiki around. Love it! (also there’s lots of pining and omg it’s the best

Action-packed Fight Scene

Love and Other Monstrosities by @vivianvivi1​ [Rating: T]

Referring to Chapter 2 of this fic, and not exactly a fight scene, but definitely action-packed as the gang fight for the survival of Obi’s sanity. I remember bookmarking this fic early on when it was still a one-shot (to my delight, the author added a first chapter!). The angst hurts so good and my heart just pulls for Obi and Shirayuki in this fic.

Canon Divergent

I am become death by @bubblesthemonsterartist​ [Rating: M]

Oooohhhh boy. Absolute poetry. I completely fell in love with this fic when it came out. I remember it being such a foreign way of narrating that was so very intriguing - that made me both uncomfortable yet glued to the words. I remember also being delighted that a second chapter was added! Amazing amazing work.

Steamiest Kiss

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by @sabraeal​ [Rating: E]

This is probably the 1000th time this fic is gonna get recc-ed under this category *side-eyes Jen* but the category speaks for itself!! Other than that, the continuation is absolutely adorable as Shirayuki continues to explore her sexuality as well as her future alongside Obi, who is strung along like a lovesick puppy (despite having admittedly more experience than she does). Beautiful.

Wept Real Tears

Ever After by @bubblesthemonsterartist​ [Rating: E]

What’s more heartbreaking than everything you’ve been working for in canon to fall apart post-canon? Especially at the cost of your beloved friendships. Astounding AU-building of what happens when you trap a brilliant mind in a role not meant for her. Also, I will never not cry at the idea of Obi falling out of the habit of ‘returning home’ then realizing he has home to return to with Shirayuki.

Favourite Fan-made OC

Bob & Gayle from Wide Florida Bay by @sabraeal​ [Rating: E]

 Look. I know nothing about American culture - let alone idk Southern(?) American culture. But seeing Obi being parented by these two is crazy and something I never knew I needed. They’re absolutely adorable (and *spoilers!* I love that it’s while meeting them that Shirayuki realizes she loves Obi) Adorable!

First AnS fic you read

If You Want Him, You’re Going to Have to Fight Me by @bubblesthemonsterartist​ [Rating: G]

I can’t be 100% sure this was my first AnS fic (it could have been something of Jen’s as well), but this was definitely one that left the biggest impression on me early on. I’m such a sucker for Hurt/Comfort fics and there’s just something about a person finding comfort and safety in the arms of another, and being able to fall asleep from that. Absolutely lovely. 

Favourite Minor Character

Haki from Seven Suitors for Shirayuki by @sabraeal​

Man, I never thought that I would love a character who is barely shown in the manga (maybe like, 5 panels at most?) Loved her snark and the unexpected camaraderie she found with Obi. I loved how Jen has written her to not only support the main pairing, but to really be a source of comfort and a force of sorts to help them see not just the good in each other, but in themselves. Solid character creation. So good.

WIP

Saint Elmo’s Fire by @infinitelystrangemachinex​

Wow, this fic just broke my heart. Though sad that it’s a WIP, but it also has a bittersweet sense of completion to it. Obi’s POV is truly heartbreaking and to see him try so hard to help his Miss survive, when in the end, she was doing the same for him at her own expense - ugh *chef’s kiss* Absolutely absolutely breathtaking.

Canon Compliant

Fugue in Three by @infinitelystrangemachinex​

This fic must have been (as it should) recommended a hundred times over at this point because it’s SO. DAMN. GOOD. Gosh. The feels you get from this fic. I remember describing it to the author once as “tearing skin from bone” - it just gets beneath your skin and into your flesh, and you definitely feel like a different person after reading it. One of the pillars of the AnS fic archive imo. A must-read.

Oneshot

Fussing with Firedrakes by @leewritingrecs​

This is buried in one of her one-shot series, and it is indeed a treasure to be found! (do read her other fics too, they are gold) A very cute AU, with an interesting twist. Kiki and Obi as dragons!!! What could be better! Very cute.

AU you took a chance on (and loved)

Shift by @xaphrin​

A modern AU - much like Jen’s WFB - I never liked modern AUs until I joined the AnS fandom. It never seemed like people could do it right in other fandoms, but gosh darn it this fandom has an absolute talent for it. Shift in particular is really cute and lovely, with angst sprinkled here and there. It isn’t complete from what I remember, but still lovely to read through. (hi xaph!)

Favourite trope

A Dress for Shirayuki by @traditional-with-a-twist

So a super super guilty pleasure of mine is reading when dudes are completely awe-struck by their love interests in beautiful dresses / an outfit they don’t usually wear (or their own clothes idk; i just like it when they’re awe-struck). Gosh this fic. I remember reading it and just sitting there staring into space thinking about what I’ve done to deserve to read this. I love it, and it comes with a underlying layer of angst too which is - ugh, perfect. So so good.

[demon-never-leaving]

Levi Character Study

Tagged by @nereol​ Thank for the tag! I’m only gonna tag @v-stands-for-vega​

Layer 01: The Outside

Name: Levi Doe. Vi or V to most people, but close friends can call him Levi.

Eye Color: Organic Eyes were Amber, but his optics are Red.

Hair Style/Color: Natural Black, in it’s natural curly style usually. (I couldn’t find a decent cyberpunk equivalent.)

Height: 6′3 (1,62 m)

Clothing Style: Tight shirts, jeans and boots, plus bomber jackets/The Samurai Jacket.

Best Physical Feature: His Tig Ol Biddies

Layer 02: The Inside

Fears: Being forgotten, Being abandoned, Being hated.

Guilty Pleasures: Bad Movies, Junk Food, Stealing things

Biggest Pet-peeves: Being made fun of for when he starts to stutter, making fun of his weight or his history as a streetkid

Ambitions For The Future: Becoming a legend, settling down and perhaps having a few children.

Layer 03: Thoughts

First Thought Waking Up: “OH WOW, 6 AM!”

What They Think About Most: The current job at hand, or his mistakes he’s made

What They Think About Right Before Bed: “Another Day...”

What They Think Their Good Quality Is: Being a good friend.

Layer 04: Either Or

Single or Group Dates: Single

To Be Loved or Respected: Both

Beauty or Brains: Brains.

Dogs or Cats: Cats.

Layer 05: Do They…

Lie: Not to friends, but to clients and strangers he will if he has too.

Believe In Themselves: No.

Believe In Love: He didn’t always, until he met his first love and he knew he loved her.

Want Someone: Levi wants several people. My friend Parker’s OC Vega, Alt, Evelyn, Johnny and Rogue.

Layer 06: Have They…

Been On Stage: Yes. He’s played music here and there. In one AU he’s even the bassist for Samurai.

Done Drugs: Yes. But only stuff like weed, he doesn’t like hard drugs.

Changed Who They Were To Fit In: Sometimes, but he learned people love him for who he is.

Layer 07: What’s Their…

Favorite Color: Cherry Red, White, Orange and Navy Blue.

Favorite Animal: Lions.

Favorite Book: He has no idea.

Favorite Game: Never really played them but he likes VR Shooters.

Layer 08: Age

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: June 13th 2077

How Old Will They Be: 28

Layer 09: I…

I Love: My partner(s), my friends

I Feel: Nervous, but loved.

I Hide: that I'm afraid people won’t need me anymore.

I Miss: A lot of things.

I Wish: I could make everyone okay.

[ahh-fxck]

Warrior’s Blues Ch 11: What Would I Do Without You?

WOW! It is finally here, the much-awaited chapter 11 of Warrior’s Blues! As @stressedspidergirlsfandomblog​ (most excellent editor and co-creator of this fic) can tell you, getting this chapter into shape was uphill both ways in the snow. I am super pleased with how it shaped up though, and I think you guys will like it, too!

Jaskier shows up to work after Yennefer’s visit drunk, and his best friend is there to help him sort himself out. CW for smoking, drinking, implied death of an OC, grieving

Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged (or untagged) for future updates!!

@astouract​ @ladyknight-keladry​ @yes-im-the-violin-girl​ @smolpoe​

Rating: M

On the day of Yennefer’s visit, Jaskier arrives at work on a bicycle. He’s late and on a bicycle for the same reason, which is to say, he is drunk and cannot drive his car. He is drunk because he’d been so full of mixed emotions after Yennefer left that he’d sat down to eat the rest of the fruit and whipped cream. Somewhere in there, it had seemed like a brilliant idea to pour half a bottle of bourbon after it. 

It was not. Luckily for him, the person working the bar tonight is Julia.

She is a stocky woman in her mid-forties. She has tawny skin and skeptical hazel eyes, and there’s a kind twist to her lips that she often hides. She has a tuft of cropped blue hair and wears a denim vest with a white t-shirt. Even though she is exasperated when he staggers through the door, she feeds him a sandwich and coffee while she fills him in on the meeting he missed. From there, she lets the crew in for the night. 

Jaskier feels like the whole world is an itchy sweater, even after the sandwich and coffee. It’s like his brain is on fire, and he can’t quite settle into the usual friendly chatter that his job requires. He passes an irritable and lonely night out by the door. By the time it’s time to clock out most of the staff is eager to clear out from underfoot; Jaskier is a great boss, but when his nearly infinite good humor runs out he can be a real asshole.

The only one who doesn’t give a fuck is Julia. She knew from the second she saw him wheeling in the door that it was going to be a late night, so she lets the rest of the staff out before pouring herself a big glass of gin. Then she settles her elbows against the bar, watching Jaskier mop the dancefloor. He is flailing wildly with the mop, clearing the floor with brutal inefficiency. Internally she begins to count down the time until he knocks the bucket over. Sure enough, a moment later he does just that. She nods in satisfaction, pleased that her timing is still on point.

Jaskier throws his head back and lets out a shout of pure frustration as his poorly-contained feelings boil over at last. Julia smirks and grabs a bunch of towels, then ambles over to him and starts tossing them on the floor to soak up the mess. 

As she does so she says nothing, but the look she gives him makes him feel transparent. Jaskier avoids her eyes as he tosses some towels down onto the puddle. 

Julia gives a little harrumph, unimpressed, bending to help him clear the towels away. They right the bucket and clean the floor in silence. When they’re done, she turns to him and gives him a long look. 

“So… What’s eating you?”

Jaskier grumbles and straightens. “Nothing.” He hauls the bucket away, fills it with water, and returns. Without making eye contact he begins to mop again.

Julia hums, crossing her arms. “Yeah, and nothing made you stink like bourbon, too. Cough it up.” She leans against a nearby wall, giving him a skeptical look. He looks at her from under the fringe of hair that has fallen over his face. Something about the wide-eyed, guilty glances that he keeps shooting her makes him look sixteen again. She smirks. “I think you wanna tell me but you’re embarrassed, so how about I start making guesses?”

Going pale, Jaskier groans. “Why are you so hell-bent on pushing my buttons?” The last thing he wants is Julia making guesses about what is bothering him. She has a terrible habit of being accurate and she has a memory like an elephant.

“Because you’re not a dumbass kid anymore and you haven’t shown up drunk in years. You missed an important meeting! What the fuck, Jaskier? Don’t make me call you Julian, I swear to fucking god I’ll break out your birth name.”

“Julia…!” Jaskier protested. “I d-”

“Julian Alfred P-”

“Fine! Stop! Oh my god, you are merciless!” Jaskier cries, but secretly he’s glad that she cares enough to needle him. He stops and holds the mop for a moment, blowing his hair out of his eyes as he gathers his thoughts. Then he starts pushing it across the floor again. “I’m sure you heard about the man who rescued Pride this year.”

“Heh, I feel like I’ve met him. Yarpen won’t shut up. Heard from him recently?” She narrows her eyes at him, sure that she’s about to hear some sort of horny idiot story. 

Jaskier blushes hotly, confirming Julia’s suspicions. “Well, funny thing about that.”

“What did you do now?” Julia asks, smirking. She retreats to the bar and picks up her tumbler of gin, then lights a cigarette. 

“We-e-elll…” Jaskier prevaricates.

Julia gives him a long look, and he folds. 

“Um, so I might have brought him back to my house after Pride.”

Julia barks a short laugh. “Color me not surprised. What’s the problem? Is he why you were wearing that birdy when you came in?”. 

Jaskier’s flush deepens. “I meant to take that off before his wife showed up. After that my day got all sort of… muddled.”

“You mean you got chewed out and then got drunk, right?”

“No! You know what, Julia? She yelled at me when I met her in the hospital, but when she came to my house she was…” He pauses, seeing the bewildered look on Julia’s face. “All right, let me back up and explain. He broke his hand, and I had to take him to the hospital. Two weeks later we go for his followup appointment and his wife is there waiting for him. Tracked him down all the way from fucking England! Got the third degree from her there, but the wildest part is, she showed up at my house the next day to talk. About me dating him.”

Julia laughs again, harder and longer. “What the fuck, Jaskier?”

Despite himself, Jaskier breaks into a rueful grin.“Right? Seriously though Julia. If I talk to you about this it stays strictly between you and me, got it? All of it. He’s in the closet and no one else here needs to know any of this.”

“You got it. No gossip. Your secrets are my secrets.” Julia smiles crookedly, sipping at the last of her gin. She’s been keeping Jaskier’s shit to herself since he was a teen. At first, it was out of a desire to not get involved, but by now she genuinely likes the dingbat. He’s dumb but sweet, and he’s been good to her. “So what’s the deal, kiddo?”

“So what it all boiled down to is that she’s not mad at me for sleeping with him… she’s mad I slept with him so fast. Turns out she’s okay with me seeing him again.”

Julia puts her glass down on the bartop, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Okay, that is a new one on me, I gotta admit. What’s the story there? She into watching or something?”

A surprised laugh escapes Jaskier. “No, thank fucking god, I don’t think I’d survive. This woman… oh Julia, you should have seen her. She’s like, five foot four inches of lightning in a bottle. A total force of nature. I think she could snap me like a twig.” A wry twinkle comes into his eye as Julia’s eyebrow goes up.

Smirking, Julia taps some ash off of her cigarette. “Sounds like a hell of a woman.”

Jaskier snorts, cutting her an amused look. “She is, but I don’t think you’d get very far with her. She’s asexual.”

“Oh? The plot thickens.” Julia grins wolfishly, leaning her chin on her hand. Jaskier had a way of getting up to his neck in crazy situations, and it had become something of a spectator sport for her over the years. 

Flushing with embarrassment, a crooked grin flickers across Jaskier’s face. “Yeah, well.” He turns his glass in a full circle. “So it turns out, they uh… have a kid together. And I want you to understand how terrifying this woman was because there was no way in hell I was going to ask for more details. But. What she told me was this. They got married because of their daughter, but Geralt… her husband, the man I was sleeping with… He’s gay.”

“Oh man, you really have a way of finding them, don't you?" This is top-notch Jaskier fuckery, it really is. She’s glad she’d stayed to get the story out of him, even though she knew it meant that she’d be dragged into his shit sooner rather than later. 

“I really do,” Jaskier agrees with a little groan. 

“What’s her name?” 

“Yennefer.”

“Hm. Nice names. Yennefer and Geralt. So she got mad at you for sleeping with Geralt so fast, and then what?” 

“And then, Julia! She told me that she’d always hoped that he’d find someone special. She looked me dead in the eye and said, ‘maybe someone like you’ and I just lost my mind. Just- Pow!” He makes an exploding gesture out from his head with his hands, then shakes his head and returns to mopping. 

“Wow. That was not the reaction I was expecting.”

“Yeah. Yeah! No kidding! Apparently, he’s always been free to choose his lovers. He’s never wanted to bring one home before, though.”

Julia lets out a low whistle, her eyebrows going up. “So he likes you, likes you. And his wife is… okay with this?”

“I don’t think she likes me very much, Julia, but she gave me the phone number to their hotel room. Says I should have a real talk with him before I think about dating him.” He stalks past her into the kitchen to dump out the dirty mop water.

“Just like that?” Julia laughs, leaning in the doorway.

“Threatened to bury my dead body if I didn’t treat him right, in those exact words,” Jaskier says over his shoulder.

Julia leans against the doorframe, shaking with mirth. “Oh my fucking god, Jaskier.”

“I know!” Jaskier cries, flinging his hands up. “This is absurd, Julia! And you know what’s even more ridiculous? I really think I could fall for him, I really do. He’s just so…” He sighs, tossing the mop and bucket in their corner and washing his hands.

“Yeah, Yarpen wouldn’t shut up about him. Six feet plus, white hair, amber eyes, stacked? Sounds very striking.” Julia drawls, eyebrows arching. 

“No, Julia- Well, I mean, yes, but…” He walks back out to the bar, flopping onto one of the tall stools.

“But what?” She smirks, returning to the bar and tapping out her ash.

“Well, I was gonna say beautiful, but I didn’t mean it like that.” Jaskier puffs, drumming his hands on the bar top, trying to find a way to put it. “Like… ohh, I sound like a fool, but he feels like a warm hearth. I just wanna curl up next to him with a book and a cup of tea and fall asleep because I feel so good around him. Safe. And don’t you go telling me he’s a stranger-” Jaskier breaks off as Julia rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to speak. “I know that! I know, and that’s what makes it so weird, Julia. But like, good weird.”

Julia hums thoughtfully, tipping her head to the side. Jaskier has been getting more self-aware as he ages, and for once, she’s inclined to believe that he remembers this guy’s a stranger. “Have you called your therapist yet?”

“For once in my life, yes. I called her before I came in. Hopefully, she’ll have gotten back to me by the time I get home.”

“Good for you. So this is why you came in here drunk off your ass this morning? This whole mess?” She pours him a shot glass of rum and passes it to him.

He takes it with a nod of thanks. “Yeah… I guess I got a little freaked out after his wife grilled me this morning, didn’t cope with it well.” Taking a sip, he frowns. “Julia, I’m in over my head. I don’t really know what to do here. He’s never had a boyfriend before.” 

Letting out a low whistle between her teeth, Julia stubs out her cigarette. “Ain’t he about my age?” 

“Yeah… He’s… I guess he spent his whole adult life in the military and never let himself have one. That’s what his wife said.” Jaskier worries at his lip, blue eyes wide as he shoots a glance at Julia. His glass scrapes on the bar top. 

Annoyed by the sound, Julia tosses him a coaster. Then she hums thoughtfully, swirling the dregs of gin in her glass. “That’s a long time to be lonely.”

Puffing out a long, slow breath, Jaskier nods. He draws the coaster over and sticks it under his drink with a guilty look. “Yeah.” Slumping to the bar top, he puts his chin on his hands. “She said… if I cheated on him it would crush him. She said… ‘Please don’t make things worse by being irresponsible with his very fragile heart.’” Putting his face into his arms, Jaskier gives a little groan. 

Julia sucks in a breath, watching Jaskier crumple in front of her. He’d at least grasped the concept of fidelity by now, but until recently his romances had never been particularly stable. Her heart goes out to him. She finds herself walking around to the other side of the bar to stand awkwardly by his side, her stocky frame only coming up to his shoulder where he sits on the stool. She awkwardly pats said shoulder, then gives it a squeeze. “That’s gotta feel pretty big to you. How are you doin’ with it?”

“I’m feeling massively intimidated, Julia. He’s gorgeous and I really want to date him, but I’m really afraid I’m going to be bad for him. I don’t exactly have the most amazing track record.”

Julia hums, sucking her teeth thoughtfully. She rubs a gentle circle between Jaskier’s shoulderblades, an unusually affectionate gesture for her. “Kiddo, you know I wouldn’t say this normally, but you’ve put a damn ton of work into your personal relationships. I trust the man you’ve grown into, and I think you should try trusting yourself for once. See how it works out for you. It’s been a long time since you let anyone in.”

Jaskier sighs, leaning into the touch. “I know. I worked so hard, and Rue didn’t even get to see much of my life after the dust settled. I hope she’s proud of me.”

A smile lights Julia’s face, but as she speaks a note of grief creeps into her voice. Her partner Rue had passed two years ago, but the pain was still fresh and hot. Rue had been more than a friend to Jaskier, she’d been his absolute favorite person. He missed her almost as dearly as Julia herself did. 

“She’d be proud of you all ‘round, kiddo. You’ve really shaped up. Hell, you stepped up when I needed you.” She gives Jaskier a little shake. “You might be a dumbass, but it matters that you try to get things right. It matters more that you do your best now to fix it when you don’t. That’s all anyone can do.” Julia’s hand moves back to his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re a good man, and I think she’d tell you that, too.”

Jaskier nods, swallowing hard. As Julia’s hand closes on him he realizes all of a sudden how much he misses Rue. His heart contracts with terrible grief. “Oh!” He gasps, surprised by the abruptness of the pain. Reaching back to squeeze Julia’s hand, he can feel his throat tightening. “I feel really lost right now. She’d know what to do.”

A crack appears in Julia’s heart. She nods and steps closer to Jaskier, reaching around his hip and pulling him close. Jaskier leans into her and she grips him tightly with her strong arm. Her cheek presses against him and she squeezes her eyes shut, nodding. “Me too. I miss her like hell.” As she grips Jaskier, silent tears dampen his cheeks. Before long, Julia’s eyes begin to well over too.

Rue had been the center of both of their lives. Julia had been in love with her since they met one hot summer on Coney Island as teenagers. They had kissed in the rain under one of the piers, and that had been it for her. By the time they’d moved in together as adults, Julia would have gone down on one knee and married her in a heartbeat. 

Every summer they took a long vacation on Fire Island, where Julia would pick up part time work as a bartender. They’d met Jaskier one summer there when he was just sixteen years old. He’d been a disaster of a baby queer, but gregarious little Rue had seen something of herself in him. She had taken him under her wing, and he had thrived.

When Rue was diagnosed with ovarian cancer four years ago, it had been at a quiet time in Julia’s life. Jaskier had gotten a therapist a year before and was finally out of her hair. The bar was thriving. Rue and Julia had settled into their home just the way they’d liked it, tea settees and all. Julia remembers looking at this yellow, gold, and cream-colored doily on their tea table after they got home from Rue’s diagnosis. The little sunburst pattern had seared into her mind as she sat in shock. 

The following two years had been hell on a plate. The bar came closer to folding than it ever had as both Julia and Jaskier bent themselves completely out of shape trying to get Rue the care she needed. In the end, that had meant hospice and a funeral. Jaskier had ended up having to plan it for her, and he’d stepped up to the role with a seriousness that she hadn’t thought him physically capable of. It changed something about his personality. Julia watched him go almost overnight from a happy-go-lucky kid to a closed-off and responsible adult. The only exception had happened shortly after Rue’s death. 

When the fuss from the funeral had died down, Jaskier had disappeared for the better part of two weeks. Scheduled everyone in, made sure payroll was cued to go properly, and just… vanished. He’d come back with a bloody lip and fear in his eyes, and Julia had been too heartsick to ask questions. That night they’d grieved Rue together, sitting next to one another and crying their eyes out. Jaskier had fallen asleep on their dinky little couch, and she’d tucked one of Rue’s crocheted blankets over him before she went to bed. 

Since then Jaskier had been eerily quiet. At least, until Pride. After that his mood had been so pleasant that it was making Julia downright nervous. She’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Now, at last, it had. 

Jaskier takes a few napkins out from under the bar top, passing them to Julia. They wipe their faces in sticky silence, and afterward, Julia pulls out a smoke and hands him one too. The click of her lighter is loud in the silent bar, echoing off the far walls. 

“Can you imagine what she’d say about this mess?” he asks, a soft huff of laughter escaping him as he shakes his head. His wide blue eyes turn up to take in the fairy lights over the bar, the smoke twisting among them.

“Oh! I can just imagine.” Julia chuckles damply, shaking her head. “She always said you found love in the strangest places.” 

Jaskier smiles crookedly. “She’s not wrong.” Smoke drifts from the cigarette between his long fingers, swirling eddies forming as it rises. 

Julia nods, then blows a slow, lazy smoke ring. “She’d say… don’t listen to your heart anymore. Don’t listen to your head. You’ve heard enough from them for now. Go find someplace quiet, where the silence can slip in through the cracks of you and fill you up. Sometimes the answer slips in alongside the silence." 

The damp groan of chagrin that escapes Jaskier makes Julia smile. "That's right,” he replies, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And I would say, I hate silence, it makes me nervous."

Julia nods, amused. "And she would say-" Jaskier's voice joined Julia's and they finished together, "There's your problem right there." 

With a damp chuckle, Jaskier shakes his hair out of his eyes and blinks away the last of his tears. “Oh lord, Julia. I’m glad you’re still here. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Suffer.” Julia jokes, knocking back her gin. “Suffer and die, probably.”

“Crash and burn, at the very least.” Jaskier snorts. He knocks back his glass of rum, then rises at last from the bar. He stubs out his cigarette as he rises. Then, with a soft clinking, he gathers all the glasses and takes them back to the sink to wash. A hush falls over the room, broken only by the splash of water against the metal sink.

Julia turns to watch him, leaning her elbows against the counter. Her head tips to the side as she watches Jaskier dry the dishes, then start scrubbing at the already-clean sink. He takes sanitizer and sprays it on a towel, then starts trying to evict the microscopic grit left around the base of the faucet. After a while, she stirs. “You think this guy might be it?” she asks, her eyes soft as she tips her head to look at her friend.

Jaskier looks down at the wet towel dripping in his hands. “I don’t know. I just… he’s different. I feel really different around him. I think I want to try, but I’m trying to just...” He grimaces, tossing the towel into the bin with a little too much force. “Take a minute to look before I leap.”  

Julia breaks into a wry smile, hazel eyes sparkling with gentle humor. “Good for you. Does that mean I’m gonna be staying late a few more nights?” 

“Could you? I could use the company.” Jaskier looks at her out of the corner of his eye, moving on to wipe the counter. 

Julia scoffs, but there’s a playful note in her voice. “Fine, but you gotta cough up those kreteks you've been teasing me with. You owe me.”

“Oh! I actually have those back at my house, thank you for reminding me!" Jaskier exclaims, smacking his forehead. "I can't believe I forgot. I’ll bring them in tomorrow, I got you a whole case. They came in from Indonesia last week and I just spaced out about them what with everything else going on.”

Eyes lighting up, Julia socks Jaskier affectionately on the shoulder. “Hey! My man! That’s what I’m talking about.” 

Jaskier laughs, rubbing his shoulder. “Anytime. It's the least I can do.”

Julia takes one last drag off of her cigarette, then turns to stub it out. “Listen. You want a ride home? It’s late.”

Jaskier wavers, then turns to look at the storeroom where his bike is. It’s a long ride home in the cold and dark, and he’s heartsick as all hell. It’s hard to turn her down. “Got room in your trunk for my bike?”

“Yep. No sweat. I’ll pull the car around front while you shut down.” Julia pats her pockets, making sure that her wallet, keys, and cigarettes are all in place. 

By the time she’s parked in front, Jaskier is locking the door of the bar. They wordlessly wrestle the bike into the back of the car together, working with the ease of practice. In the car, Julia flips on the stereo and pops in a Patti Smith cassette. Patti’s smoky, dry voice floats through the car, twining through the bouncing and jangling guitar riffs of the opening song of the album. Oh, she looks so fine… I’m gonna uh-uh, make her mine… 

They drive home in comfortable silence. Julia pulls up behind Jaskier’s car and parks. She eyes the white truck in the driveway silently, finishing her smoke as she considers it. Jaskier sits beside her, making no move to get out of the car. Finally, she stubs out her smoke and says, “Is that his?”

Jaskier nods. “Engine keeps overheating. He knows what’s wrong with it but I don’t have the tools for him to fix it, so it’s gonna stay there until I can get them for him. Honestly I don’t have the faintest idea what he wants, it all goes in my ear and then out the other. If he’d just let me take him to the store it would be fine but no-”

Putting her hand on the door, Julia eyes Jaskier kindly. “Kiddo, I don’t need every single detail. It’s his truck, I get it. Let’s go in.”

Jaskier puffs as he’s thrown off track. Then he smiles crookedly, face catching in a bar of orange light from the streetlamp outside. “Sorry. You go on in, I’ve got to bring the bike around back.”

Flourishing her keys, Julia nods. She ambles around the front of Jaskier’s house and unlocks his door, letting herself into the dark entryway. Flicking on the lights, she looks around. The place is uncannily clean and stinks of floor wax and furniture oil. Jaskier’s home usually looks a bit rumpled, like a bed that’s been slept in and then had the covers thrown back into place without being smoothed or tucked. Not dirty, precisely, but not clean. Lived in. This, though… she gives a low whistle under her teeth. Her friend had been understating the distress he’d been experiencing. His home didn’t get this tidy unless something really got under his skin.

She kicks her boots off and heads to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee going, then snags a pudding out of the fridge. As she’s digging around for a spoon, she hears the jingle of keys announcing Jaskier’s arrival through the back door. 

He notes the pudding cup in her hand and the very corner of his mouth turns up, but he doesn’t comment. Instead, he slips past her to drop his bag in his bedroom. When he returns to the kitchen he smiles at her, leaning against the fridge.

“Better?” she asks, tearing open the plastic lid.

“Better,” Jaskier agrees, eyes dancing with a teasing light. “Still like the taste of stolen pudding?”

“Tastes better if you swipe it,” Julia grins unrepentantly. She settles on the stool with her pudding. “Gonna cough up those kreteks?”

Jaskier grins. “You’ve got it. Just a minute, darling. I have to figure out where I put them.” He turns on his foot and bounds off to the other end of his house, rummaging around until he remembers where he stuck the package. It turns out it’s still next to the front door in plain view, hidden on a shelf by the other oddities it’s been stuck on top of. Jaskier’s house is unusually clean, but it isn’t that clean. Making a triumphant noise, he grabs it and heads back towards Julia. 

Pleased, Julia opens the case up in a few quick movements and takes out a carton. She flicks it open, smelling it with great satisfaction. The rich smell of clove and tobacco wafts up to her, and she sighs in contentment. “Ah, that’s the good shit. Thanks, man.”

“You’ve got it. I’ll order more tomorrow, you deserve them. Takes them a while to import but we should be seeing them in the next month or so.” 

Julia laughs. “Man, I’m earning them signing up to listen to your shit like this. Go check your message machine, I ain’t subbing in for your therapist.”

Jaskier huffs a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Fine, fine, I’ve got it.” He pours himself a cup of coffee, then ambles over to the message machine and picks up the receiver. He punches in a code and waits, then jots something down on a pad of paper next to it with a brief smile flashing across his face. He turns back to Julia, wiggling the notepad at her. “Got an appointment tomorrow before I go to work. She shoehorned me into her lunch hour.”

“Huh,” Julia grunts, amused. “Better bring that poor woman lunch, she’s a saint for taking you back like that on short notice.”

Jaskier looks chagrined. He settles himself back on a stool with his back to the refrigerator. “Yeah, you're not wrong. Best kind of saint. I thought I’d bring her Thai from that place up on Market street. You know the one with the little golden treasure bag dumpling things?”

“Man, she gets treasure bags? Do I get some?” Julia teases.

“If you come hold my hand tomorrow, you get anything you want.”

“Mm, no dice. I’m doing enough hand-holding as it is. Speaking of which, you could still bring it to me at the bar...” she grins over her mug, eyes sparkling playfully.

Jaskier rolls his eyes and sighs. “Extortionist.” 

“You love me,” she snorts.

“I do,” he breaks out into a smile, leaning against the island top with his elbows. “Thanks for running me home.”

Julia shifts in her seat and sighs, leaning forward onto her elbows and giving Jaskier a frank look. “I got you, it’s no problem. It’s not every day you get blown out of the water by something like this. You gonna be ok?”

Jaskier considers his mug with a thoughtful moue, then nods. “I think I am, Julia. I’m sorry about this morning, it won’t happen again.”

Smirking, Julia shrugs. “Just do better.”

Fluffing the hair on the back of his neck, Jaskier nods. “You got it.” He takes a thoughtful sip of his coffee, then asks, “How are you doing?” His voice is gentle as he asks the question, sensitive to the ongoing nature of her pain.

Julia shifts uneasily, squinting at her mug. “I dunno. I’m making it. Don’t wanna look for a new place yet, but I know it’s gonna be time soon.” She casts a short, hard-to-read look at Jaskier. She appreciates him asking, but she’s also not sure how much she wants to talk.

“When’s the lease up?” Jaskier asks, his eyes soft. 

“Uhm…” Julia cleared her throat. “June.”

“Julia!" Jaskier gasps, exasperated. "That was over a month ago! You didn’t just sign a new one, did you? Why didn’t you talk to me first?” 

“I didn’t wanna talk about it,” Julia growls, scowling.

Jaskier rolls his eyes. “Oh, don’t get all growly with me. You’re miserable there! Rue is all over that place, darling! I can barely turn around twice in there without bumping into something that breaks my heart, I don't know how you go and live there every day."

Julia presses her lips together, tapping her carton of kreteks between her fingers. She shrugs. "I can't imagine being anywhere else. All I have left is there."

Heart breaking a little, Jaskier sighs. He regards Julia kindly. "You can't hold on like that forever." 

Scowling, Julia shrugs. That might be true, but she didn’t have to like it.

Pursing his lips thoughtfully, Jaskier looks her over for a moment. He hesitates, then says, "Why don't you just start looking? There's no harm in at least checking the paper…" he nudges her gently. "Worst that can happen is you don't fall in love with the first place you see. No harm, right?"

Julia shuffles uncomfortably, taking a big gulp of her coffee. She frowns at her cup, then looks out of the corner of her eye at Jaskier. “I can’t afford to break the lease.”

“Nonsense, you’ve got plenty of savings to cover shit like that,” Jaskier replies, still exasperated. “Besides, even if you didn’t, I’d cover you. You know that!”

“I know…” Julia grumbles, “But-”

“So what you mean is, you’re still stuck and you’re not ready to go yet.”

Julia scowls. She wants desperately to argue with him, to lash out and protect herself, but the impulse passes before the words can even form. She shrugs. “Maybe so.” 

Jaskier sighs. “Julia darling, I’m convinced there’s a place in the world for you. Somewhere that will feel good and be just for you. Who knows, maybe you’ll even meet someone soon? Stranger things have happened.”

“Stranger things can eat my ass,” Julia snaps.

Unimpressed, Jaskier shrugs. “Okay.” He pops open his pudding cup and spoons up a mouthful, sucking it off of his spoon thoughtfully. “Mm. Should you ever decide to come out of that suck-ass hedge-maze of grumpiness you’ve built for yourself I’ll be here. I love you, despite all your best efforts to turn into an unmanageable troll.” 

“Oh what, and you’re Prince Charming?” Julia scoffs. “Puh-lease, you little drama queen.” They both eye each other for a moment, wavering, then break out in quiet laughter. Jaskier reaches over and pats her hand, and Julia smiles crookedly. She drains the last of her mug, then sets it down with a final-sounding ‘thunk.’ “All right, mijo. I won’t keep you talking all night. Thanks for the kreteks, I hope you work everything out. Call me if you need me.”

“I will. Same goes for you, darling. My phone is always on for you, and my door is always open. I don’t care what time it is, if you need me you come. Ok?”

Julia eyes him uncertainly, then nods. She had taken him up on the offer before, showing up at odd hours eaten alive by grief and unable to be alone with it anymore. “Ok. See you tomorrow.” She punches his shoulder affectionately, then heads for the door.

“Good night, Julia. Safe drive, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

~*~

Jaskier puts himself back together during the intervening days. He attends therapy, brings Julia her takeout, and things return to normal at the bar. Sunday morning he rides his bike, but this time he’s sober, more himself. At the end of the night, he pulls Julia to the side as she sighs in exasperation. 

Jaskier gives her a sheepish smile, leaning back against one of the counters. “Sorry, I’m not going to keep you long tonight.”

“Yeah? Good, my fish are starting to worry I’m seeing someone new,” Julia cracks. “What’s up?” Her eyes travel to the closet where the bike is and back to him. “Car ok?”

“What?” He looks over his shoulder in the direction she’s indicating. “Oh! No, it’s fine. I just wanted to take a long ride tonight after work, maybe catch the sunrise out south of my house.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s Geralt. I finally decided to call him. I think I’ve got my head on straight and I still wanna do it.”

Julia sucks her teeth thoughtfully. It’s sweet to see him excited, but she worries about his heart, too. He doesn’t always guard it as carefully as he should. “You sure? From what you’re telling me, it doesn’t sound like you’re lookin’ at a walk in the park. He’s married, he’s got a family halfway across the world, he’s in the closet…”

Jaskier sighs. “I know, Julia. I was there, I remember.” 

Julia arches her eyebrow at him but doesn’t comment. 

Jaskier chews his lip. “I know it’s probably stupid, and I know we could break each other’s hearts, but…” he ruffles his hand through his hair. “I don’t meet men like that every day. Besides. I will definitely regret it if I don’t at least see him one more time.” 

Julia rolls her eyes, but a fond smile creeps across her tawny face. “I’ll give you wanting to see him again one more time, you two really should talk. Just try not to be a dumbass, ok? Go slow. You’ve gotta take care of yourself, you’re not twenty anymore.”

The look on Jaskier’s face softens thoughtfully, and he nods. “I know. I’ll try to be good.”

“Good. Where are you planning on taking him? This doesn’t sound like public conversation material.”

“Well… that’s one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you. I was thinking maybe the best place would be the bar.”

“What, don’t want to use your house?” Julia asks dryly. 

“Nnnoo, uh…” Jaskier rubs the back of his neck, turning red. 

“I get it.” Julia cuts him off with a quick gesture, smirking.  “You wanna keep it on the up and up. Don’t you have somewhere else you could meet him though?”

“Mmm… I mean, there are some parks I could take him to, but that feels weird for a private conversation, you know?” Julia nods. Jaskier continues, “He’s staying with his wife at the hotel, and I feel like it would be rude to ask him to kick her out so we can talk. Most of my friends have these teeny apartments so I can’t exactly borrow space from them. The bar seemed like the best place.”

Julia hums, then nods. “I get it. Not like I have a porch I could offer you or anything.”

“Yeah. So…?”

Shrugging, Julia stuffs her keys into her pocket. “Go for it. Just don’t fuck all over the furniture or I’m gonna fire you,” she cracks.

Jaskier laughs. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She might not be able to actually fire him, all joking aside, but Julia has a way of finding truly horrifying tasks to saddle him with. He isn’t about to try her and they both know it.  He pushes off of the counter, then digs a faxed receipt out of his back pocket and unfolds it. “Kreteks are on the way, by the bye. Here’s the tracking number.” 

Julia lights up, making grabby hands as Jaskier hands the receipt over. She scans it, then gives a satisfied smile and folds it up to stick in her wallet. “Great. All right, I’m gonna head outta here. Let me know how it goes, ok?”

“As if I’d leave you out of the loop,” Jaskier hums fondly. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Am I gonna lose a hand if I try to hug you?”

“Yep,” Julia says with a chuckle. She reaches over and slaps Jaskier’s shoulder companionably on her way out the door. “Good night, mijo.” 

“Good night, Julia. Drive safe.” Jaskier says to her retreating back, smiling. He turns away as the kitchen door swings shut and makes one last circuit of the bar. When he gets outside he closes up; there is a satisfying click as the tumblers lock into place. It has been a good night, and tomorrow is full of possibilities.

[monsteronfire]

Dragon Hart | Pt 24 (Final)

Hybrid!JM x Reader/OC x Hybrid!JK

Dragons are the most rare, sought after hybrids in the business. Considered the most dangerous of the hybrid class, they are categorized by very specific personality traits and are owned only by the highest standing of society. When Hart finds a pair that are considered “defective” because of their personalities, she knows they could be killed and feels obligated to take them in despite never having owned any before. Still a dragon is a dragon, can she really survive owning two at once?

———

“They should be arriving pretty soon here. Just depends on how well Tae takes to the stairs.”

Yoongi waits for some kind of reply, but when not even Hobi makes an effort to speak to him, he sighs and leaves the room. He knows Hobi doesn’t mean to ignore him, but the guy has plenty on his mind with worrying about Tae and Hart, and then having to care for the hybrids.

He makes his way through the small cottage and up the short flight of stairs. He spends most of his time in his room while he’s here, not yet feeling like he can sit with those guys and not feel guilty for what he’d done. Plus his room had a nice big window he could slide open and watch the front of the house with. Most days he just sits there waiting for people to arrive.

“Who the hell keeps a house up stairs like this!”

He doesn’t recognize the voice right away, but after a moment he remembers it’s Tae’s. They’re close then. Just as he’s standing to go tell the others, he sees them cresting over the edge of the last flight of steps. He makes his way back through the house and to the front door, stepping outside to greet them.

“Wow, this place is really nice for how small it is.”

That voice he does recognize. Immediately. He looks up wide-eyed and with a racing heart, spotting her there between Jin and Tae. She’s smiling a little and he’s not sure what to do. Should he run? Greet her? Hug her? Of course he wants to run to her and hug her, but is that really his place?

“H-Hart?”

“Surprise!”

“What...”

“Early release on good behavior. Well and they were getting over capacity with worse inmates coming in.”

He can’t help himself and shoots in her direction, wrapping her in his arms before he or anyone else can change his mind.

“I’m so sorry, Hart. I’m such a terrible friend, I’m sorry I was so horrible to you.”

She’s stiff for a moment, but finally relaxes in his hold and chuckles. She pats him on the back a few times before he releases her and pulls away a bit.

“I know. It’s okay. I’d say we’re even since I almost got you killed.”

She smiles a little and he makes a silent vow to make it up to her.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to see my boys.”

She looks eager and for a moment his heart twinges with jealousy, but he quickly squashes it and steps aside instead.

“Towards the back, they usually hang out on the back porch.”

She goes ahead of them, Tae following behind next and they all file into the house.

“Well, you’ve been lucky so far, Kook. You’re going to grow horns eventually though if you don’t stop retreating into yourself like this.”

Horns?

You find the back doors open, Hobi spotted just outside, sitting on the edge of the porch. Jungkook is next to him, facing out towards the trees while Hobi looks over him. The younger hybrid looks a little unkempt, his hair a disheveled mess and his body slumped. Jimin stands further out in the yard, playing with your cat. Your heart thumps at the sight of them, afraid for a quick moment that this happiness isn’t real. It’s only been four months, but now that you see them it feels like a lifetime.

“So dragon hybrids can grow horns?” You question, smiling when Hobi fails to recognize you right away.

“Yeah, they can when they... wait.”

He turns wide eyes on you and you smile, waving a bit.

“Hart?!”

Jimin turns to you immediately and while it takes Jungkook a moment to process your name in his head, he turns and gives you a similarly shocked expression. You don’t even get a word out before both hybrids are scrambling up and basically tackling you to the floor, engulfing you in their hold.

“Miss Hart!”

Jimin buries his face in your chest, immediately beginning to tremble with soft sobs. Jungkook just squeezes you tightly, his forehead agains your temple. You chuckle and press a kiss to the top of Jimin’s head.

“My boys,” you say affectionately.

“Tae!” Hobi shouts as the others file in and he jumps to his feet, both men laughing while they embrace each other.

“Thanks for taking the heat for me, man.”

“No problem. Four months wasn’t so bad.”

“Miss Hart, I missed you so much,” Jimin practically blubbers, his eyes watery with tears when he looks up at you.

“I know, honey. I missed you guys too.”

Eventually they let you sit up and you all settle in so you can explain what happened. Despite how small the house is you all agree to stay the night and with the warm weather you decide to fall asleep outside with Jungkook and Jimin, watching the fireflies float about the backyard and trees. Jungkook leans back against the wall, you resting in his arms against his chest and Jimin in yours. You pet Jimin’s hair absentmindedly as you all drift off.

“Noona,” Jungkook whispers into your neck, “... what happens next?”

“We can’t stay here. They’re still looking for you and I don’t want to keep you guys locked up anymore. You’re my boys, I love you, I want you both to have good lives. Not live being afraid all the time.”

You feel Jimin stiffen under you, his body going so rigid that you stop petting him.

“Jimin? Are you okay?”

He slowly rises, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Jimin?”

“What did you say?”

“I... That I want you to have a good life?”

“Before that.”

You blink a few times, raising an eyebrow.

“I love you.”

And the string snaps. Just like with Jungkook, you feel it before you really know what’s going on, but when Jungkook whispers into your ear that he’s imprinting you recognize the feel. He doesn’t lunge at you like Jungkook did, infact you think the simple act of saying that is what sealed the deal.

“You love me?”

His voice sounds whispy- dreamy.

“Of course I do. You’re my boys.”

Tears suddenly form in his eyes and he leans in to kiss you gently. It’s delicate, soft and loving, and you feel all the emotion he’s been hiding all this time. How long has he felt like this? Has it always been this hard for him? When he pulls away, you tug him back into place in your arms.

“I took you to keep you safe. You’re mine and I love you both.”

You all fall asleep holding each other tightly.

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Trust

Marvel

Bucky Barnes x Frankie Winchester (oc)

Warning: fighting, curse words

Specifics: comedy, romance, fluff, one-shot, oc

People: bucky barnes, steve rogers

Words: 1,826

Requested: By @the-gang-makes-a-tmblr for a prompt i was thinking they first get together after they save the world in some way, and it's kind of fluffy, and it's basically how they can relate in some things in their life being difficult. And that's part of what draws them together in this. But just gonna start with them getting together basically.

Authors Note: i kinda changed up the prompt a bit so instead of them fighting to save the world i just made it that they fought something small since this is just them meeting. i really enjoyed this oc and writing this it was super fun and forgive me for taking so long to write this. 

“Hey bonehead, you think you can go any faster?” Frankie asked impatiently. Her heels of her boots constantly making contact with the floor making a clicking sound. 

“What did you call me?” The man turned around, anger evident on his face. Frankie smirked as the two waited in line at Frankie’s favorite bakery. 

“I’m sorry I just didn’t realize you were deaf...bonehead. I called you bonehead. You keep looking at the menu for five god da*m minutes like just pick something. I’m starving and haven’t had any breakfast and I gotta run somewhere so hurry.” Frankie crossed her arms. 

The man stopped ordering and tried to punch Frankie. Frankie dodged the blow and instead caught his arms in a death lock. The cashier lady already used to Frankie’s attitude smiles as she gives Frankie her special order. “Extra berries like I asked?”

The lady nodded and Frankie smiled, “thats why you’re my favorite. Gotta love ya! Here take this,” Frankie hands the cashier girl a tip but the lady denies it. “You are our best customer, you know you don’t need to pay.”

“I know lady but I’m trying to be nice and everything so just take the da*m money already, alright.”

The lady chuckled and took it, mumbling, “stubborn.”

Frankie let the man go and walked out with her order, putting her sunglasses on. 

She moaned in delight taking a big bite of her pie. The movement of the car got some of the filling on her outfit. “Sh*t.” 

Frankie missed her brothers, it was almost as everything reminded her of them. 

As Frankie parked the car on the side of the road trying to take out the stain she remembered when she was little and how her brothers used to play dress up with her. They would treat her so specially. All she wanted to do in life was be like them. 

“Lets put some music on,” she looked through her discs of her favorite music. “Which one do I want?” She tried to decide between Fall out Boy, or Green Day but she was interrupted by a phone call. 

“Who is this?” 

“Um Frankie,” Steve Rogers said, sounding serious on the other end. 

Frankie sat up straight, worried, “what happened Steve?”

“I think it would be better if you come here.”

“Okay I’m on my way.”

Munching on the rest of her pie she sprinted indoors of the Avengers Tower, wiping off the residue of breakfast onto her clothes. She could hear talking on the other side of the wall. 

“Steve! Steve!” She was greeted with, “Bucky?” Her eyes wide with surprise. Steve was behind Bucky, a guilty look on his face. “Yeah, hi Frankie.”

Frankie looked between Bucky and Steve, “hey Mr. America, can I speak to you in the back...alone?” Steve nodded and Frankie gripped his arm tightly, knowing she was not hurting him but getting her point across. She lead him inside his room, closing the door. “What the he*l Steve? What is he doing out there?”

“Look I know Frank this is weird-”

“Don’t call me that-”

“But he’s my friend,” Steve continued on, “he’s gotten better.”

“Steve, you know what he does. What he’s like. He’s bad, like really bad. Worse than this pain I’m feeling in my stomach from-”

“Too much pie,” Steve answered for her.

“Wow...is it that obvious.”

Steve grinned, “no, I just know you that well.”

“Steve, me and you are friends, he is not. He has tried and succeeded in killing so many people. He is one of the bad guys and now you want to let him into our life and what you just expect me to just accept him?”

Steve was quiet, peering down at his shoes. 

“Oh my god thats what you were thinking!”

“Frankie, its more than that. Even though he’s done terrible things I just can’t leave him alone. He is terrible and has done terrible things but I suspect if we help him, if we cure him he can be the Bucky I used to know.”

Frankie touched lightly Steve’s cheek, “the Bucky you used to know is not here anymore, Steve. He’s gone and you have to understand that and let go of the past.”

“You want me to let go of the past? Well, I don’t see you letting go of the past about your brothers.”

Frankie gasped. That was a personal, private topic she never liked to discuss but she trusted in Steve so much that she told him everything. He knew he shouldn’t have crossed that line. Steve knew he went a little too far, “Frankie, I’m sorry.”

She put her hand out, “no, you’ve made it very clear who’s side you’re on.”

She left the room, trying to hold back her tears. 

Training was a great stress relieve. Frankie would just imagine either someone she hated as the punching bag or the issue in her life, trying to knock it down physically and figuratively. 

Sweat dripped from her forehead as she repeatedly kept punching. Her arms were numb but still she kept at it. Finally with one last blow the punching bag flew and ripped in the middle, clean. The sand that made it heavy poured out, “sh*t, gonna have to get another one.” She wiped her forehead as she ripped the bandages across her knuckles off. 

“Has that happened before?” A foreign voice called out to her. Frankie turned to see Bucky, the enemy. Frankie thought to keep silent but instead answered him with a growl, “yes...why are you here Bucky?”

“What? Can’t see a pretty lady like yourself fight?” Frankie looked at him, rolling her eyes. “I see, not really into that type of talk, noted. How did you do that though?”

Frankie shrugged, “do what?”

Bucky pointed at the punching bag, “how did you learn how to fight like that?”

Frankie sat down on the bench and took a swig from her water bottle. She smiled, “my brothers taught me. They literally taught me everything I know.” Bucky sat beside her and could see the love and happiness she had as she talked about her family. 

“And your powers?”

Frankie chuckled, “long story bud, but my powers are basically I can fly and I can beat the sh*t out of people with my superhuman strength.” Frankie created a fist as she showed her muscles, smirking. Bucky chuckled lightly, “I can tell you’re a tough one.”

Frankie playfully hit his arm, “oh really? Who told you?”

Bucky grinned widely, “you know Steve talks a lot about you...” The air was thick and silent. Frankie almost forgot about that man sitting next to her. She almost forgot about what he had done to people. She held onto her water bottle tightly, almost popping it. The anger she felt when Steve chose Bucky over her had risen up again. She stood up but Bucky held onto her hand, “please Frankie, I know I did terrible things but...that wasn’t me. You need to understand Steve is in a hard place right now.”

Frankie looked deep into his blue orbs and shook her head. Her blonde pony tail shaking with her, “I can’t Bucky. I just can’t trust you.” She brought her hand back and proceeded to leave.

From that day on Bucky had tried to get closer to Frankie. He would converse with her about her childhood, about her life. Her dislikes and likes. He wanted to know everything about her, he wanted to prove to Frankie that she could trust him. 

She even opened up to him about her past, and how difficult it was. In some ways Frankie and Bucky were the same. They both had gone through terrible things in their lives and still made it. Frankie had to admit that Bucky had been through a lot and sometimes she found her self admiring his strength and perseverance. 

“Guys suit up. We got some men around near the warehouses. Trying to steal military weapons,” Steve announced.  

Frankie got her suit together noticing the way Bucky was staring at her with big eyes. 

“You think you’ll be okay?” He asked her, grabbing Frankie’s arm. Frankie scoffed, “what, you think I won’t be? I’ve lived without you for while, I think I can handle this myself.”

The team went to the area and Steve teamed up Bucky with Frankie. “C’mon Steve, I don’t want to babysit.”

“Guess you’re stuck with me,” Bucky grabbed his guns as he tried to take control. 

“Who does he think he is?” Frankie mumbled as the two met up with the group of men. One group went to a truck and sped away leaving Frankie flying after them, “I’m going after them, Bucky you keep an eye out for these guys.” She points to the rest of robbers. Bucky fights them while Frankie flies over the truck. The men inside try to shoot at her but she dodges it or breaks the bullet. “Is that all you got?”

The men bring out a machine gun and Frankie pauses, eating her words, “oh.”

They shoot at her non stop but she dodges all of the bullets. “You good Frank,” Steve asks through her ear piece.

“Again, don’t call me that, and yeah, I’m good, still alive at least.” Frankie flies under the truck and with her super strength lifts the truck, throwing it upside down. It crashes into tanks with an explosion and fire. Frankie up in the air laughs victoriously and flies below. 

Of course some men are dead but one man is still alive, coughing and trying to get out of the truck. The flames almost consume him but he makes it out. With ashes on his face he is sneaky. He creeps up on Frankie, who thinks all of them are dead. “Well it looks like my work here is done.” She places a hand on her hip. 

“Look out!” Bucky calls to Frankie. Frankie turns around and sees the man that is still alive lift a sharp piece of the truck and is about to stab Frankie. Frankie is too slow and does not protect herself but Bucky runs to her aid and pushes the man away. Bucky punches the man in the face knocking him unconscious.

Bucky so worried runs to Frankie, “hey are you okay? He didn’t hurt you right?”

Frankie is shocked. Surprised that Bucky would do such a thing and cared that much. Bucky wraps her up in his arms and for once she lets him. She lets him in, and is slowly but surely trusting him more and more. She’s starting to open her eyes and see the real Bucky. 

“Bucky...you....you saved my life.”

Bucky helped her in getting up and back to the tower. “I couldn’t let anything bad happen to you Frankie, I just couldn’t.”

Frankie smiled and accepted the hug, embracing him harder, “thank you Bucky.” The two walked hand in hand back to the tower. 

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chapter three: goodbyes and old memories (part one)

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pairing: Stiles Stilinski Black!OC

word count: 8,454

warnings: kate argent, abuse, pedophilia, trauma, swearing, implied PTSD, mention of a panic attack, slight violence, slight assault, mention of hunting, slight mention of bullying, mention of deaths via fire

"You have six minutes," the Peacekeeper informed us and shut the door behind my family. It was silent for about four seconds as my father, two sisters, Derek, Cora, Laura, William and Talia all stared at me. For some reason, those four seconds felt like an eternity and I thought the peacekeeper was going pop his head in any second now to tell us our time was up. Shockingly—but at the same time not shocking at all—my father was the very first to speak.

"Aurora?" He said, his voice trembling. I didn't know what to say. The look on his face—the look in his eyes brought my walls down.

"Daddy," I said, tears already beginning to roll down my face as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and ran to him. I ran into his waiting arms, wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me back, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I didn't care if they all saw me crying, looking like a big baby in front of them. I needed to feel safe, even if it was for a second. Either way, they're all family anyway, so it shouldn't even matter.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry. I couldn't let Alise go up there, I-I just couldn't. I'm sorry," I sobbed out.

Bubba shushed me as I sobbed, hiccuping and all. He pulled away and gently wiped my tears away.

"I'm scared, Daddy. I'm terrified. I-I-I d-don't wanna leave you, I don't w-wanna kill chil-children. They're gonna m-make me kill kids, Daddy. But I-I... I don't... I don't wanna die. I'm so scared, I don't know what to do," I rambled, hiccuping like crazy and honestly at this point I felt a little embarrassed to be this emotional in front of the Hales. They've never seen me like this.

"My baby girl, my brave, beautiful baby girl," he began, and he looked at me with, so much love in his eyes, it made me feel like my heart was breaking all over again. "I'm scared too, baby. But you have a shot, okay? Remember, you have a lot of people waiting for you to come back. And you must come back to us, you understand?" I nodded, gripping his shirt like as if the Peacekeepers were about to come in any second now and take me away, and my Bubba's lip trembled.

"God, I love you so much. You have to be brave, okay? Just as brave as you were out there, you have to be in there. And the killing... no one will look at you differently, you won't be killer, okay? You have to do it to survive, Aurora. It's... messed up, you know that the most out of everyone, but in these conditions, it'll be okay. You gotta do what you gotta do to get back home," he told me firmly. I nodded and he continued, "no one will view you differently, baby girl. I'll make sure of it."

I nodded again, knowing damn well he couldn't force others to think I wasn't a murderer but I let it go for now. That's a different conversation for a different time, a time that I might not live to see, or a conversation I might not live to have either. He sighed and tears began to form in his eyes as he looked me over once again.

"God, you remind me so much of Rose," he commented and I smiled because, for the time being, I guess I could see what he meant. Mama would've done everything to protect her children, just like I did. He kissed my forehead and hugged me once again. I breathed in his calming, familiar scent and as I did, I heard him whisper in my ear.

"Hopefully now you can realize that you truly are a good person and can stop blaming yourself for a death that wasn't your fault," I pulled away from him, like as if I was burned and I stared deep into my father's eyes and he gave me a knowing look. I don't think he can even begin to comprehend how much those words are affecting me right now. I looked down in shame, suddenly feeling guilty for an unknown reason, and he tilted my head up, looking up at him once again.

"I love you, Aurora."

"I love you, too, Daddy," I replied, hugging him tightly for the last time, sniffling into his shirt, silently thanking him because for once in five whole years, I didn't feel the guilt of my mother's death on my shoulders. Even though I knew it wouldn't last all too long, since I have long accepted the weight of the guilt and allowed it to make a home somewhere deep within me, it was nice, at least for now. I unwrapped myself from his body and turned to face my sisters and, honest to God, I had literally one nanosecond to register the fact that Alise and Amara running at me. Literally running at me.

"God, why would you do that?!" I heard Alise say and she was quickly interrupted by Amara.

"Oh my God, you idiot, are you okay?!" Amara bombarded me. And then she, as well, was interrupted by Alise's screams.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THA-" Alise screamed at me and I couldn't take it any longer.

"Alise!" I cried out, causing her to stop talking and I pulled away from both of their arms and crouched down to level myself with her crying face.

"Wh-why-why? Why would you do-do that?" She cried, hiccuping as she hugged me tightly.

"Alise, I would rather die a million times over than to watch you be in those Games," I informed her. She looked at me like she understood but I know she's incredibly stubborn, she wasn't having it. "When I heard your name be called I nearly lost my mind, I thought my ears were literally playing jokes on me."

"You have to win, you have to-to try, you have a chance," she whimpered out. I sighed, knowing this would be a hard conversation to have.

"I do have a chance, everyone's always told me I'm smart all my life. I'll definitely try, okay? You have my promise, Alise."

She nods and I kiss her forehead, hugging her tight.

"Don't let Beau forget about me..." I commented trying to lighten the mood, smiling at her. Alise laughed, sniffling as she nodded at me. I went to stand up but Alise stopped me again. I looked down at her expectantly and I felt her slip something metallic and small into my left hand. I opened my hand and I saw it was a golden pin; a golden pin of a Mockingjay holding an arrow in its beak

I looked down at Alise in confusion, why is she giving me this?

"It was Mom's pin... I made it a while back. I knew she loved Mockingjay's. It was her favorite bird. She told me once when she dies she wanted to come back as one of them. After she passed... I didn't what to do with it, so I just kept it on me all the time," Alise explained and I felt my heart break at the mention of Mom. I was also slightly taken back at the fact that Alise had managed to forge a literal metal pin but at the same time, I still didn't understand why she was giving it to me though...

"Alise, why are-?" Alise cut me off.

"Just take it, so you know we're with you, always, even when we aren't there. Even Mama, she's gonna be there with you, too. Through the pin," Alise rambled out and I nearly melted at the sentence. I wanted to break down into tears once again, but I had to stay strong, for my family. I quickly wiped the tears that escaped and nodded my head at Alise, putting the pin in my pocket.

I turned around to face Amara and I truly took in her appearance, like as if it would be the last time I would be seeing her and I wanted to capture the beauty that is my sister. She's crying just as much as she was when Alise's name was called, and probably not more than Alise currently is. I wondered if she had the same moment I did when she heard Alise's name and saw me go up on stage.

'Do you think she wanted to replace the both of us? Volunteered for us?' I thought to myself. It must suck for her not to be able to do anything, just stand in the sidelines and watch her siblings get sent to literal Hell. I think I would've literally lost my Goddamn mind if I knew I couldn't have done anything about to save Alise.

"Amara-" I started but she cut me off.

"Just come back, Rory. Please, come back," Amara whispered to me as she pulled me into a bone-crunching hug. She finished with; "I don't know what I would do if I watched... if I watched you get ki... get mur..."

I cut her off, knowing she was struggling with finishing that sentence, "you won't. I promise."

I pulled away from her hug and looked at the Hales. Cora and Laura were crying and so was Talia, which was a rare sight to see. William looked troubled, probably keeping it together for his weeping family and I looked next to him and my eyes landed on the last Hale, Derek and- wow. Derek was actually crying.

Derek and I had a nice relationship, which I'm proud of. He is a very silent, loner-type of guy. Reminded me so much of a hermit. He was a very closed person, never really wanted to let anyone in, never wanted to show that he cared. The fact that I managed to sneak into his life, slipping in through the cracks of the walls he has built around himself and that he allowed it, was a pleasant, almost satisfying feeling. It felt like a weird accomplishment, like a trophy. Especially since he basically acts like he despises everyone, and just barely tolerates Boyd, Erica, and Isaac—even though they still, very clearly annoy the shit out of him. He's super nice to me, Alise, his family, and my father—duh! And it annoys the shit out of Stiles, which is the best part too. And don't even get me started on he acts when it comes to Amara. Lord, the only time I've ever seen a love that deep and profound was when Mama was still alive. Bubba treated her like as if she was his entire world, which she was. Derek treats Amara that way and it what she deserves. I do pick them good, don't I?

The story of Amara and Derek began when I was twelve years old, almost thirteen. I had asked Amara, who had turned sixteen at the time, why she stares at this specific boy at school so much and she had admitted to me—after about five minutes of her making me super-pinky-promise not to tell a soul about her lil' secret—that she liked the boy. And after watching the boy myself, wanting to see what the hype was about, I noticed the boy was a year older than her but he was indeed cute. And I even tested him, acting all clueless and asked him to walk me to class because I was "lost". And he passed it because he did without a second thought, even it was about five months in the school year. He's a lil' clueless but it's whatever, his beautiful hazel eyes make up for it. He carried a nice conversation with me the whole time in which I learned that his name was Derek Hale. And he didn't forget about me either, which I personally thought was adorable, he would say hi to me in hallways all the time. So I knew he was a good person—and most importantly good for my sister.

But Amara never did anything to act out on her feelings. And I wasn't going to force her either. Mama used to say that if something is meant to happen, it'll happen, that fate works in mysterious ways. So nothing happened, no matter how many times I told her "stop waiting for something to happen out of nowhere and to do something about your feelings" or how much I wanted it to happen, Amara was too shy, too scared of being rejected. And soon it was too late.

The Hales were a big family and they lived in a pretty big house. They had many family members; cousins, uncles, and aunts. But then the Hale Fire happened, four years ago when I was still twelve. The only survivors were Talia, William, Laura, Cora, and Derek.

The Hales were a family of twenty-two.

Derek closed himself off from the world. He lost nearly all his friends, which was a disgusting thing, only five of his family of twenty-two survived and you leave him? Yeah, better not to have those people in his life but it's such a wrong time to leave him. I felt so bad for them and racked my brain for days, trying to find a way to help them out.

I remember a couple weeks, probably one or two, later, I overheard Bubba talking to Ms. McCall about the fact that the Hales were struggling food-wise and that they wanted to help them out. I decided that the next day I would hunt as much as I could give it to them. It took all day and I lost a lot of bows and knives and Scott and Stiles wouldn't stop complaining but I managed to catch four bunnies and two ducks and one squirrel. I even managed to get Alise to ask the Dunbar's for two pieces of bread that morning, which she got thanks to how adorable she was.

The next day I went over to their makeshift home at the time with five bags and a timid smile on my face when the door opened. Mr. Hale, whose name I would learn later on is William, answered.

"Sorry to bother you, Sir, my name's Aurora Galloway, daughter of Hudson and Rose Galloway, and I feel really bad for what happened to your family. You may be a stranger but my Mama... she used to always say our house is always open to those in need, even if they are strangers. And you are a stranger, in need. Hopefully, this helps," I proclaimed and I handed the bags to a very confused looking William. Once he looked in the bags the man broke down in tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, also please don't tell the Peacekeepers I hunt," I begged the man, confused as to why food of all things is making him cry, hoping that he wouldn't rat me out because I hurt his feelings. He then dropped down to his knees and hugged me, thanking me profusely.

Out came Derek and Talia, I didn't know her name either, at that very moment, from inside their makeshift home, probably wondering what was taking the man so long or why he was on the ground. Now that I think about it, that view from inside the house was probably terrifying to them. They came running over and Talia spoke first when they reached William.

"William...? William?! What happened?! William, what is it?!" She yelled at him. Derek looked long and hard at his father and then at me and I saw anger flare in them. He then proceeded to grab me by the shirt.

"What did you do?!" He yelled in my face and recoiled back, trying to get out of his grip, scared at what was happening.

"Nothing, I didn't do anything! Well, I don't think I did anything! I just gave him this! I promise I only wanted to help!" I explained, trying desperately to remove Derek's hands from my body.

"Derek, let her go, now," his mother ordered and Derek looked torn but he begrudgingly let me go. I took a couple steps back, fearing what his mother had in store for me. At that moment I was terrified of all of the remaining Hales. What the heck is wrong them all? Are they vegetarians or something? Oh my God, what if they are vegetarians?

"Thank you, thank you so, so much!" Their father yelled, now up from his knees and literally picked me up off the ground, hugging me tightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Hale take one look at the meat in the bag and she gasped.

Mr. Hale put me down and Talia crouched down to my level.

"Did you get this... for us? How...?" Even though the Hales were showing me kindness, they still pretty much terrified me, so I cut her off.

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone or I'm gonna get in big trouble says my Bubba! And I can't say, it's a secret. Well, gotta go now! You're welcome, bye-bye!" I rambled out, trying to get out of that conversation as quick as possible. I ran away from the Hales without a second glance.

I unknowingly began my relationship with the Hales after that day. A week later, William came to my house and Bubba answered the door. I was standing at the kitchen, absolutely terrified that Mr. Hale was going to tell them what I did and get us all in trouble. But he did the opposite; he thanked us, he told my father that what I did basically saved them, helped them out a bunch. He told Bubba that he should be glad to have a daughter like me.

Bubba ended up giving me a stern talk about hunting and how I was supposed to keep it a secret but I could see in his eyes that he was proud of me. I remember being so happy that day.

But what I personally believe really formed my relationship with Derek was the whole Kate fiasco. God, that crazy bitch.

Shortly after the fire, Derek had gotten involved with a woman. Her name was Kate Argent. Lord, did that break poor little Amara's heart. She assumed he wasn't on the market because of the fire so she hadn't made a move because he was still healing. When I told her that he was seeing this Kate lady, the look on her face said it all.

I felt bad for Amara, she really fell for this boy. And I know that I hated Kate because Amara is my sister and I have to hate whoever is hurting her, even if they don't mean it but this Kate chick was just... off to me. She gave me a bad vibe, one that said 'steer-clear-of-this-bitch!'. I had no idea what Derek saw in her.

I found out that they were a thing when I saw them making out in the woods when I went to do everything; hunt, practice my knife-throwing, my archery and hang out with Stiles and Scott when we weren't beyond the fence. They dated for about three months before I realized something was seriously wrong in that relationship. She had this grip on Derek that was... something I can't even begin thinking of the proper word to explain. She refused to let him do any work with any girls, have any friends, barely talk to family, it was bad.

Talia came over to my house one day and talked to Mama about it.

"I just... I don't know what going on anymore with him, you know? He was so open with me, used to talk to me about everything... and now, it-it's like I barely know my own son," Talia cried, laying her head on my father's shoulder as Bubba comforted her, trying to calm her down. She had shown up that night randomly at our doorstep, crying. I had answered the door. My father took her in immediately asking if she was okay. She explained that she hadn't to do her husband because he was "too worried about his job and he didn't need more on his plate". It was at that moment, after watching Talia sob into my father's shoulders, I decided I would put an end to that relationship, and possibly create a new one.

After spying on them for about a week or two, I realized that this Kate chick was using and abusing Derek.

I found out she was using him while walking to the Townsquare, for a little trading action. I had unintentionally eavesdropped on a conversation Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze were having. Mrs. Hazel Farway and Mrs. Primrose Evergraze were two little old ladies that had retired and spent the rest of their days watching others work, giving advice to others and, mainly, gossiping about the district. Always. Like gossiping was literally all they did. I had no idea how they got all the information they spoke of since they barely moved from those rocking chairs they basically lived in but everyone knew, when they said something, it was either true or going to happen.

Mrs. Evergraze was talking about how the Mayor had felt bad for the Hales and had made an arrangement with the Capitol to get them some money to get back on their feet.

"When will that Derek boy open his eyes and realized that slimy Kate is only with him for the money?" Mrs. Farway sighed. My eyes widened. First off, how the hell does she know they're together? And Kate's only with him for money? What money? I decided to continue my research later on that day, with my father because now he and Talia are constantly coming over each other's houses, quickly becoming best friends.

Later on, that day, before I went to bed I saw Bubba in the kitchen, reading. I decided to question him.

"Bubba?" I remember asking him quietly. He looked up at me, his brown eyes eyeing me curiously and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, Rory?"

"I got a question, I was wondering if you help me understand..." I explained vaguely, beginning to wonder if this was the right thing to do.

"Of course, what's going on?" Bubba asked, setting his book down on the dining table and motioning me over to him. I walked over and sat on his lap.

"I heard the Hales are getting money from the Mayor... is that true?" I had asked him, tentatively. Bubba's face changed almost instantly, going from curious and slight worriment to an almost angry look.

"And where in the Hell did you hear that from? Were you spying on my conversation with Talia?!" He interrogated me and instantly I regretted asking him anything at all. I remembered I made a mental note to trust my gut feeling always.

"No, no, Bubba! I heard it from Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze earlier today..." I explained myself, hoping not to get in trouble because of some gossiping old ladies.

"Gosh, those ladies do love to talk, don't they? Well, no one is really supposed to know but yes, they are. And honestly, it's great for them. It'll really help them out," Bubba explained and I nodded understanding. I then decided to ignore my gut feeling once again and ask him about Kate.

"And also, who is Kate Argent and why did they call her 'slimy'... is she a bad person?" I remember asking Bubba again and I also remember his eyebrows raising in shock or surprise, I don't know but it was one of those two.

"Kate? Did she talk to you?!"

"Bubba, no! It was Mrs. Farway and Mrs. Evergraze again! And no, she hasn't spoken to me! Is she really that bad?" I asked again, wondering what she did that was so bad.

"Oh goodness, you nearly gave me a heart attack, Aurora. Stay the hell away from those women, Rory, you're too naive, they'll confuse your little mind. But Kate Argent... is not a good person, at all. She's known for being a thief. She stole from everyone at the market, even assaulted Mr. Cornell when he caught her. But that was years ago, anyways her father, Gerard Argent, got her out of those accusations those, he's 'close' friends with the Mayor," Bubba tried to explain, using his hands to do the quotation over the word "close". I nearly recoiled back in shock at the new information.

"The Mayor's gay?! Doesn't he have a wife?!" I asked Bubba, now incredibly confused. I don't hate gay people, not at all, I'm literally bisexual. I believe all people have the right to love whoever they want to love, regardless of gender, but this man has been married to his wife like a thousand years now... and they have kids, too—and to this day I still laugh at the look my father gave me when that sentence came out of my mouth.

"My Lord, Aurora! No, he blackmailed him!" And afterward Bubba had to explain what blackmail was to me and after getting a stern talking for being a little snoop, I was sent to my room.

While laying in bed, after being banished to it by Bubba, I tried to figure out a plan on how to help Derek but nothing came to mind. I decided I would confront him after school.

And that's exactly what I did the next day. And after taking an entire day to explain the whole situation, what I was doing and what I was planning on doing to Stiles, I managed to get him on board. After I begged him for help for like ten freaking minutes.

"Derek scares me Aurora, let him suffer in peace, please, for the sake of me, pretty please?" He begged me, his arms flailing everywhere—a thing he still does to this day, you can't have a Stiles conversation without he waving his arms around like a madman—and I shook my head at him.

"Quit your begging, peasant boy! You made a pinky promise you'd help, and you're keeping it. Stop being such a coward," I argued, in a weird posh accent. I remember thinking that Stiles needed to calm down, he was acting like as if Derek was going to kill us.

"Aurora, come on-"

"Fine coward boy, I'm going on my own then," I had interrupted him, being fed up with his stubbornness. I had turned around to walk away from him and I was suddenly yanked back, a hand grabbing my arm. I turned and saw it was Stiles. I stared at him in confusion.

"I don't want you going on your own though," Stiles admitted, looking extremely conflicted. I glared at him. He wasn't giving me any leeway in this situation.

"Stiles, what the hell? Dude, I'm going, whether you like it or not. And I don't understand you couldn't just come with, it's not you had to talk to him," I tried bargaining with him, feeling a little bummed because I really wanted to spend some time with Stiles and I thought he was going to come with me but he didn't want to do this and I obviously wasn't going to force him too either.

"Fine, let's go," Stiles groaned out, finally giving up. I broke out into a big smile because thank God, I really didn't want to do it alone.

"Yay!" I cried out, grabbing Stiles' wrist and dragging him out of the school. We managed to find Derek speed walking down a neighborhood and I had a feeling I knew where he was going. We hiding behind Ms. McKenna's house, sneaking glances at him from a safe distance.

"Wait, so how exactly are you gonna do this? Just go up to him and say, 'Hey, your girlfriend is a scummy, gold-digging bitch with a serious history of theft and you should dump her for my sister,'?" Stiles whispered, mimicking me. I smacked his arm for his language and sighed because he was right.

"Just follow my lead," I whispered back and I ran up to Derek, coming up to him from behind.

"Hey Derek, how you doing?" I said, greeting him loudly. He jumped, obviously getting scared by my sudden presence.

"Aurora?" He asked, looking confused. I wiggled my eyebrows at him, smiling.

"In the flesh," I responded boastfully, striking a lil' pose for him. I turned my head, wanting to see where Stiles was and spotted him right behind me. I winked at him and turned to face Derek once again.

"What do you want?" Derek grunted out, his eyebrows scrunching up and his eyes glaring holes into my face. He eyed Stiles up suspiciously too. I decided to continue my lil' innocent act.

"Why are you assuming I want something? Can't I just talk to my old pal?" I lied to him, shaking my head at Derek.

"Who's the boy?" He questioned. I felt Stiles get closer and grip my arm from behind.

"None of your business. Anyways, back t-" I retorted quickly, trying to change the subject from Stiles back to whatever it was I was trying to do. I was still trying to figure out a plan and I only had like twenty-three percent of one at that moment. But Derek cut me off.

"I gotta go, don't talk to me," he grumbled, shutting me down completely. He turned around and began walking once again. I began following him and Stiles followed me.

"Derek, come on, don't go. Derek!" I pleaded, trying to get him to stop but he was ignoring me. I huffed and suddenly an idea came to me.

"How's the house-money treating ya? You just gonna not talk to me because you gonna be rich now?" I quipped, knowing damn well that would get his attention. 'Try ignoring me now, bitch,' I had thought to myself and then I quickly chastised myself for swearing.

Derek whipped around, causing me to stop abruptly, apparently too abruptly for Stiles because he ran right into me, causing me to stumble forward a lot and nearly fall on my face. He grabbed my arm from behind once again, stopping me from making a complete fool of myself.

"How do you know about that?" Derek questioned glaring at me harder than before.

"Don't need to worry about that, Derek, but just know, I'm not the only one," I said, smirking at him as I managed to finally figure out a plan and I had him exactly where I wanted him.

"Who else knows?" He interrogated me, stepping closer to Stiles and I. I stood my ground because if he even thought I found him in the slightest bit intimidating, he was going to be very discouraged and very soon. I decided to still answer his question though.

"The only people I know who know apart from myself and your family are my father and some big-mouthed old ladies. But maybe you should ask your girlfriend, maybe she knows someone else who does..." I hinted, trailing off at the end. I remember seeing something flash across his eyes and face, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared before I could analyze it.

"How do you know about her?" He asked once again, deciding to get in my face, probably hoping that would get some answers from me. I could basically count his eyelashes from how close he was. Stiles at that moment decided to do something besides stand off to the side with his tail between his legs and that was to get in between Derek and I. He pushed me back and stood protectively in front of me. I couldn't see his face but it must've been a scary one because I honestly, at that moment, I thought Derek would swing at him for his bold move but Derek stared at him for about five seconds and then backed up.

"Y'all suck face where I hunt," I admitted, sneering at him. How dare he get in my face, has he lost his damn mind? I began to get mad because what the hell, why is he being so freaking mean? What happened to nice Derek? What does Amara even see in him anymore? But then I remembered the conversation my mother had with his and I remembered Kate. This is what his mom meant by "I don't recognize my own son anymore," He's acting like this because of her.

"Whatever, I gotta go. Don't tell anyone what you know or else," Derek said, threatening me. I was pissed but I decided to let it go. He went to turn around but I quickly began talking again.

"Wait, come on, Dere-bear, I just wanna talk, why you in such a rush?... Wait, are you in a rush to see her?" I said, realizing that I was right earlier, he was rushing to see Kate.

"Aurora, I really need to get going-" he began to say but I wasn't letting him get away that easily, so I cut him off.

"Yeah, get going out of that relationship!" I interjected in a witty way.

"Shut u-" I cut him off again because don't ever tell me to shut up. Fuck you.

"You're scared of her, Derek. I see it. I've seen what she does to you, what she tells you to do. My Mama told me that in a relationship the couple loves each other. What you guys have... it isn't Love. Hell, it's barely a relationship, Derek. I know you see that." I affirmed, looking him right in his eyes, trying to get him to see what she was doing, trying to get him to see that Kate was a bad person.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he claimed and I rolled my eyes at him. He's more stupid now for thinking I'm just as stupid as him.

"Derek, you're observant, you're smart, I know damn well you are. I know you see that she isn't a good person, I know you know about her not-so-secret past as a literal criminal, I know you know she's using you to get to that huge stack of money you're about to receive, and I know you know that she's turning you just as rotten as her and that this rotten version of yourself is hurting your family, especially your mother," I stated, glaring right at him. His eyes widened and I quickly continued, "And you're just ignoring that because you don't wanna face the consequences yet."

Derek stared at me and I could tell he looked defeated so I knew I was getting through to him.

I continued, "but the funny thing is, there are no consequences, Derek. If you explain what happened, your family will understand, you know that. They'll forgive you and they'll help you. You know they're there for you always."

"But she'll do something, her... her grandfather is... not a good person," he explained, looking at the ground.

"I know about her grandfather, but you shouldn't suffer through this because of some raggedy old ass man. Now go and break up with that scummy, gold-digging, pedophilic, slimy bitch," I finished, quoting Stiles a lil' bit, walking up to Derek placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and I smiled at him.

"Now? But-" I cut him off.

"We'll go with you, if you feel like you can't do it on your own, she won't be able to do anything, we some good, innocent, adorable ass kids," I advised, pulling Stiles close to me and pressing my two pointer fingers into his cheeks, making it seems as though he had dimples. 

"But Aurora-" I cut him off once again, finally getting fed up with his stubbornness.

"Dude, don't do this for me, do it for your mom. She's hurting seeing you like this," I mentioned, knowing I was hammering this home.

Derek looked as though he was thinking it over and I mentally patted myself on the back for accomplishing this. Stiles looked at me with this face that clearly screamed, 'what the hell else did you just get me into?' And I smiled innocently at him. Derek then spoke up, interrupting our little moment.

"Okay, fine. I'll go break up with her now but-" I nearly burst with joy at the sentence, I didn't even need to hear the rest of it. He's finally doing it!

"Yay, let's go!" I more or else shrieked, grabbing both of their hands, pulling them in the direction of the forest.

The break up consisted of many screams, insults, fake crying, and threats but he managed to maintain being calm and did get through it somewhat cleanly by pulling out the classic 'you're literally a pedophile and I can totally use this information against you and ruin your life forever' card which was a nice touch, in my opinion, got her to back off instantly.

Afterward, he went home, explained the whole situation to his family, apologizing to them. But Stiles and I obviously weren't there for that part, I found out through Talia. She had come over once again and she talked about the whole situation to Bubba over coffee, talking about how they all forgave him, how much he has truly changed and how happy and at peace she finally was. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water while she was talking and as I made my way out of the kitchen, my father looked at me and winked at me. I smiled back, greeting Mrs. Hale on the way out.

And the look on Amara's face was great when I told her that a certain boy whose name starts with 'D' was single once again.

After the whole Kate fiasco, For about a month afterward, Derek would show up literally out of nowhere and pull me away from everything to talk to me. Now that I look back at it, I realize he was confiding in me, trusting me and I subconsciously smile at the memories. The first time he appeared out of nowhere. I was in school, in the hallways, talking to Scott and Stiles about some stupid test we had to take the next period. He had come from behind me, startling the hell out of me.

"Can I grab Aurora for a second?" Without even waiting for Scott nor Stiles to respond—which most definitely was going to be a big, fat"no" from the both of them, they had yet to trust him, around that time—he dragged me into an empty classroom. He apologized for being a lil' prick and I accepted his apology, in return I told him if he ever needed a friend to talk to, I'll be there. I didn't he would take me up on that offer so literally.

One day, about three-ish months after the Kate fiasco, Derek had come over to my house. He was telling me about some rumor that was speculating about him and at that moment Amara came in through our door. I smiled at her and then I saw her freeze. I also saw Derek kind of tense up as he stared back at her. I looked at Amara and then Derek and an idea popped into my head, gasping so hard I nearly choked.

"HEY AMARA, how you doing?!" I exclaimed, grinning like wild. She didn't answer, seeming frozen as she probably was trying to figure out why in the world her crush was at her house, so I decided to help her out.

"I'm good, thanks for asking, anyways have you met Derek Hale?" I asked, trying to sound as clueless as possible. Amara looked at me like as if she wanted to smack me and I smirked at her, giving her a thumbs up and winking at her. I got up from the couch and grabbed Derek, pulling him off too. I dragged him towards and I pushed him a lil' so he would be standing right in front of Amara.

"Derek Hale, meet my older sister, Amara Galloway. Amara Galloway, meet my friend, Derek Hale," I overexplained, grinning like a little school girl at the same time. All they did was stare at each other so I huffed, a lil' annoyed that I had to do all the work but I was going to do anyway. I pinched Derek's side and that seemed to snap him out of the trance that my sister's beauty put him in.

"N-nice to meet you," he stuttered out and I could already see them together. I was grinning like a madman.

"Nice to meet you too," Amara echoed shyly. She had this little smile on her face and I saw Derek smiling at her.

"Hey aren't Y'all in the same school? That's crazy, what a coincidence," I rambled out, trying to get them to talk.

"Yeah, I've seen her in halls before," Derek responded, sounding in a slight daze, still staring at Amara. Aurora turned to look at me weirdly.

"Aurora, there's only one school-" she began but I interrupted her.

"Anyways, that was nice, I gotta talk to Derek in private, bye Amara!" I exclaimed, excitedly. Amara stared at me and I motioned for her to go away. She huffed and walked in the direction of her room. I didn't want to send her away but I need her to out of the room for now.

Derek stared at her as she walked away and then when she was out of sight, he turned to look at me. We stared at each other for a few minutes; I had the biggest grin on my face and he looked a little scared.

"Aurora, are you okay? I've never seen you smile this much." Derek commented, looking at me incredulously.

"Am I okay? I'm great! But the real question is... what do you think about my sister?" I asked, not even trying to hide what I was trying to get at.

"What do I think about her? She's... nice I guess," Derek half-confessed, looking over in the direction Amara left. I scoffed, she's Goddamn stunning, nice is belittling to her, well, at least in my eyes.

"You guess? She's more than nice, I would say she's... gorgeous, don't you think?" I instigated, smirking at Derek. His eyes literally bulging out of his head.

"I didn't say that," he sputtered out and he was just making this too easy. They are literally meant for each other.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to because I already know that you want to."

"Umm..." he uttered out, looking around my living room frantically, possibly trying really hard to find something to get out of this conversation. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Derek, I saw the way you look at her, you look like me when I..." I trailed off, stopping myself as I realized where I was taking that god awful comparison. 'You look like me when I stare at Stiles,' I was going to say... how stupid could I be, nearly revealing my crush like that? I internally shook the thought out of my head and quickly continued my sentence, knowing that Derek would catch on and see this as a way out, "Look at some pumpkin bread or something."

"Pumpkin bread? What? You know what? Whatever. I don't like your sister," he disclosed to me, not even realizing it and my eyes widened. Jack-fucking-pot!

"I never said you did," I replied with the biggest, shit-eating, devious, smug smirk on my face. His eyes widened as he quickly realized his mistake.

"Fuck."

Turns out, about two weeks after the whole Kate fiasco, Derek caught me talking to my sister in the halls at school and was wowed at her beauty, because fucking duh, my sister is fucking drop-dead gorgeous, getting hooked on her immediately. He told me he wanted to talk to her but didn't know how to approach her due to the many rumors speculating about him at the moment. A week later, Amara grew some tits and asked Derek out. And the rest is literally history, they are literally married now.

I returned back to reality and realized I was staring right in his red-rimmed eyes. At that moment, that old memory of us made me realize something. I realized just how much I meant to Derek. I realized why Derek and I had such a lovely relationship, why he was so kind to me. I realized why Derek had allowed me to sneak into his life, why he let me slip in through the walls he built. I realized at that moment how much love Derek must have for me. I saved his family from starving to death, got him out of a predatory, abusive relationship, was his friend when he really didn't have any, held all of his secrets, let him confide in whenever he wanted to and helped him meet and get with the love of his life. He wanted me to get in because he trusted me, he cared about me. That old memory took a whole new meaning in my mind.

"Come back, Aurora. Please," Derek pleaded me, more tears falling down his cheeks. I nodded, now noticing that tears falling once again dripping out my eyes. Great, now I'm crying again.

"I will, Dee, I will," I whimpered out and he walked towards me, wrapping me up in a big hug. I hugged his torso tight, feeling my tears wet his shirt. I looked over and I saw his sisters, still crying and holding each other for support, staring right at me. I looked at them and smiled weakly.

"Get over here," I called out to them, pulling my left arm from Derek, motioning them over. They ran at me just like Alise and Amara did minutes ago and I allowed them to group hug me this one time. Might be the last one I ever have, so might as well.

"Time's running out, guys," Alise warned us and I let the Hale siblings go, wiping my tears away as I swore under my breath. I speedily walked towards Talia and hugged her, not wanting to let them leave without a hug.

"Oh, my sweet, brave Angel. You're gonna be okay, okay? You got this in the bag, you hear me? No one can throw a knife or shoot an arrow like you, sweetie. We'll be waiting for you when you win," she encouraged me and I hated it but she actually gave me some hope that I could possibly win this shit-show. I nodded and watch as a single tear ran down her tan skin as she leaned down and kissed my forehead. I smiled and turned to Mr. Hale and he quickly wrapped me up in a hug.

"There's nothing I can really say that hasn't already been said but as Talia said, you can do this, just remember that we're going to be on the edge of our seats waiting for you to return back to us," he promised me and I smiled once again, hugging the man tighter. I pulled away and turned to look at my family, smiling weakly at all of them, looking at them and feeling an almost... bittersweet... emotion? I couldn't think of the proper word since I was so focused on the fact that I had so many emotions running through me at the moment.

"Well, this is it, Y'all," I stated quietly, my voice cracking at the end. Alise suddenly looked panicked.

"No, no it isn't!" She cried out and at that moment Amara decided to speak up, looking very anxious and... bothered.

"Aurora, there's something I have to tell you," she said quickly, her Galloway rambling coming out. And before I could even process the sentence that came out her mouth, the Peacekeeper came in through the door.

"Time's up," he said simply and I felt my begin heart beating erratically. I didn't want them to leave, all of this instantly becoming too real for me but I couldn't cause a scene because then Peacekeeper would nine times out of ten hop in and that's the absolute last thing I want to deal with. Getting a war-styled trauma flashback while my hearts beating a thousand miles a minute and also, on top of that, I'm already on the verge of having a full blown panic attack doesn't sound like a good time for me. Sounds like the literal recipe for a heart attack.

Fuck.

They all began to be escorted out of the room by two Peacekeepers and right before she would step out those doors, Amara ducked under the Peacekeeper's arm and ran towards me. She wrapped me in one last, crushing hug and I felt her press her face up against mine, her mouth close to my ear.

"I'm pregnant. Come back so you can help me name your future niece or nephew," she whispered and turned around, letting the Peacekeeper who's arm she ducked under grab her and pull her out of the room. She was pulled out of the room and the doors were shut abruptly before I could fully process the news.

I stood there in shock at the revelation that was essentially chucked at me, my legs giving out and thank God, I was already standing in front of a chair, my knees would've paid dearly. Amara's pregnant. I'm an Aunt now... Aunt Rory. Let's see if I live to hear myself get called that.

I sat in silence for what felt like forever, with my head in my hands, wondering what the fuck was going on and I wasn't meeting my mentor, seeing Liam, or on the way to my inevitable death yet. Shouldn't I have been gone by now? What were they, or I guess, I was waiting for?

The sound of the doors opening once again got my attention and I swiftly looked up, wanting to see who came in and got the answer to my "who am I waiting for?' question from before because through doors I saw Isaac, Allison, Kira, Boyd, Erica, Lydia, Malia, Scott, and last but not least Stiles wall shuffle into the room.

"That's funny, you thought you were finally gonna stop crying about three minutes ago, didn't you?" I heard a tiny voice say in the back of my head as I stared at the group of friends that I loved so dearly. 'Think again, bitch.

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chapter tres was a long one... sorry, got a little carried away there. PART TWO IS GONNA BE LONGER !!! so sorry, just there's a lot of flashbacks and shit/ anyways, as always feedback always appreciated !!! thanks for reading ♡

[flourhurricane]

A Fallout OC Interview

I snagged this from @life-is-no-sugarlicking because it looked like fun. Tagging: if you want to be tagged, thus you shall be.

Onward to the Q&A!

What is your name? “My full name is Osa Claire Lockhart. Everybody calls me Claire. Sometimes General, or Bullseye. But usually, it’s just Claire.”

How old are you? “Oh, um, do you want my literal age? I don’t like counting the 210 years I spent frozen inside a cryopod, so let’s just say I’m 33.”

What do you look like? “I’m a short gal with long -- longish? yeah, longish -- red hair, blue eyes, and some freckles around my nose and cheeks. And I guess I’m brawny for a woman. Working out helps me keep a clear head. And, you know, alive. But let me tell you: you can have as many muscles as my hubby and you can still end up with a Deathclaw’s claw marks on your cheek. Which... I did. In my defense, the power armor I wore was fitted for some tall dude and it was the first time I’d ever seen one of them beasts.” 

Where are you from? Where do you live now? “I’m from a very small town in Texas called Blue Fields, named after all the bluebonnets that used to grow there. When I turned 18, I joined the army. I was stationed in the Yukon for a while, then Anchorage, Alaska... and then, when I was discharged, I moved back home. Graduated from Texas A&M, then moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts when I was accepted into Harvard Law School. When I got married, I moved to Sanctuary Hills. Nowadays, I live in Diamond City in the Commonwealth... Wow, I’ve lived in a lot of places.” 

What was your childhood like? “It... wasn’t that great, but Mom tried to give me and my brothers as many good memories as she could.”

What groups are your friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? “I’m the General of the Minutemen. I can be friendly with any group that wants to help the people of the Commonwealth. And ‘people’ includes humans, synths, and ghouls.”

Tell me about your best friend. “My best friend? Well... I assume you mean my best friend outside of any family members. That would be Preston. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if he hadn’t asked me to join the Minutemen. Because I, um, don’t do well alone, and I was in a dark... very dark place when I left the vault. Helping Preston and the Quincy survivors gave me a purpose. One other than revenge. And I... don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay him.”

Do you have a family? Tell me about them! “Growing up, my family was my mom and dad, my older brother, my younger brother, and our abuela. I got married after graduating law school, and Nate and I had a baby boy we named Sean. Almost all of them are gone now, obviously.”

What about a partner or partners? “Danse and I got married a few months ago. He used to be a Brotherhood of Steel paladin but that’s a whole other can of worms. He’s still my hero in power armor, though.”

Who are your enemies and why? “Um... There are groups in the Commonwealth that I dislike and the Institute has been destroyed for months now. But enemies? Not at the moment. Some people see me as the enemy. Lot of Institute refugees won’t accept any help from me or the Minutemen. Can’t really blame them.”

Have you ever heard of the Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? “Oh, I’ve heard of them. I’m still grateful for their help. I’m still good friends with Scribe Haylen, and I guess Knight Rhys, too. But let me just say Elder Maxson and I are currently not on speaking terms.” 

What about the Enclave? “Everything I know about the Enclave are things Danse and Deacon have told me. Apparently, they’re the remnants of the United States’ government. I bet they were all the cowards who sent us soldiers to fight the wars they made.”

How do you feel about Super Mutants? “I listened to some of the holotapes I found in the old Robotics lab...” Claire physically shivers. “All the people they kidnapped, they turned them into super mutants and released them into the Commonwealth. It’s awful. But when one of ‘em attacks you, you don’t have the luxury to feel guilty.”

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? “Oh God, you’d think it’d be the time I met Cait and fought her in the Combat Zone. But no. It’s got to be that ‘fake’ fight that was meant to give Travis some confidence. I might have broken one of them goon’s nose, and then Vadim refused to pay him and his partner. Don’t tell Vadim I said this but he kinda deserved to be kidnapped.”

Have you ever fought Deathclaw? “Yeah, that’s how I got the pretty scars on my cheek.”

Do you like fighting? “I don’t like fighting but it’s unavoidable in the wasteland.”

What’s your weapon of choice? “A tried and true 10mm pistol and the laser rifle Danse gave me. But if I need something with a bit of oomph, I’ll use a gauss rifle. That thing saved my ass when the Institute attacked the Castle.”

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, or some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L.?) “I’m a medal-winning sharpshooter -- not that I’m bragging -- I can ran faster than most raiders, and... I listen to people. You might not think being a good listener will help you survive the Commonwealth but people want to be heard. That hasn’t changed in over 200 years.”

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? “... Yes. I’ve been in a vault. I’m alive because of a vault. I’d rather stay away from most of them, though.”

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? “Well, I haven’t turned into a ghoul, so that’s something. I take a Rad-X every morning and seek shelter whenever a radstorm rolls through. That’s about all anyone can do.”

What’s your favorite wasteland critter? “Probably the radchickens and the brahmin.”

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? “Mole rats. I don’t care if Deacon thinks they’re so ugly they’re cute, they JUMP out from the underGROUND.”

How do you feel about robots? “Codsworth waited for over 200 years for someone -- anyone -- from my family to leave the vault and find him. Most robots are built to perform one task and they do it well, but Codsworth? He’s irreplaceable.”

How many caps do you have on you right now? “Answering that question is a great way to get robbed.”

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? “Both drinks were widely available in Texas but I’ve always been a Nuka Cola girl. My favorite flavor Nuka Victory but stores in the northeast only ever sold it during the summer. Unless you went to Nuka World.”

Do you do chems? “No. I remember when in Anchorage our superior officers would overlook any psycho and jet use, but I never touched it. Too worried I’d end up like my dad and my older brother.”

Do you ever think about the pre-war world? “Not as much as I did when I left the vault. I still miss it sometimes.”

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? “... I don’t think I can talk about that right now.”

What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve? “I used to think my biggest achievement was becoming a lawyer but everything paled in comparison to becoming a mom. Wow, that sounds really cliche, doesn’t it?” Claire takes a deep breath to keep from crying. “I guess my deepest regret and my biggest achievement will always have Sean in common.”

What do you want for your future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? Claire takes a moment to answer. “I want to see the Commonwealth thrive. I want it to be a land for the people. I don’t know how we’re going to do it, but if the West has the NCR, I don’t see why the East can’t have the Commonwealth.”

[insomniasix]

Tragedia Coram Amandum Quae |Part V|

Words: 2357

OCs: Six Ulric , Morticia Blackwell , Sa’van Blacke , Valeo Vult (If I’ve done something wrong by Val please let me know! I love the character so much, I hope I did good ^^)

Warning: Swearing (As always)

Part IV

“You’re late.” Cor stated once I reached him at the Citadel entrance.

I looked at my watch before answering “It’s only 9:15.”

“You were supposed meet with Ignis at 9!” he huffed a laugh at my defensive mode. This feels good. It’s like what we used to be before. It’s good to know he’s still here. That he never left.

“Yeah, well, Ignis should know better. He cooked breakfast. I wasn’t gonna leave before eating his food.”

“I should have known.” He laughed.

“Is the king here?”

“Not yet.”

“And Morta?”

“The High Priestess is not here either. She will be coming with Valeo.” He answered when we turned the corner.

“So who’s the kid?” the name sure reminds me of something.

“Valeo Vult,” Cor started “the child of Candor and Aeviter Vuu Volt.”

Wait a minute “The White and Black Mages?” I was stunned to say the least.

“Yes.” Cor huffed a laugh at me. I had completely stopped walking, looking straight at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“Why does Valeo need our help?”

“I do not know.”

I thought about it for a second. Valeo was a known hunter, been through a lot even as a child. Kidnapped at a young age, scarred for life. Losing a sister. Sure, I feel for the kid but, does Valeo really need my help? Valeo is a godsdamned masterpiece all by herself!

“Huh.” I bit my lower lip as I started walking alongside Cor again.

We reached the barracks where Ignis and Prompto waited for us, already armed and ready for the blessing.

Ignis made his way to me, while Cor did the same with Prompto. He kissed the top of my head and the warmth of his lips game me life.

“Did you get my note?” he asked, his hand not leaving my lower back.

“Of course I did. You stuck it on my forehead while I was sleeping.” I laughed and he shared the notion.

“It was the only way to make sure you would see it.”

“You could have called. Even though it was the cooking that caught my nose.”

“Go get ready my love.” He kissed me again and somehow I forgot what I was saying “The High Priestess will be here soon.”

“Fine.” I sight, leaving his embrace and making my way to the weapon case. I caught a glimpse of Prompto, looking at me with the side of his eyes. Watching him, I never saw I’d actually reached the case, stumping my feet on it and swearing profoundly.

“Swear jar.” Ignis said simply, sipping some of his Ebony.

The look I gave him would have anyone running, but he acted as if he didn’t see me.

Alright, if that’s the way you wanna play it. I winked at Prompto and Cor as I answered, making it known that I was on to him looking at me like a creepo “With everything we did last night, you’re lucky we don’t have a sin tin.” I sad, calmly placing my sword in its place while Ignis chocked, turning to dart his eyes once at me and twice on the men across the room. I love it when I get him to blush.

“Good morning to all.” A familiar voice dropped my smile as I turned to face none other, but the King of Lucis, accompanied by his dick in charge, Clarus.

“It sure was one.” I muttered and my men made their way to me. Probably, in order for me to keep my mouth shut. Like that was gonna happen.

“What was that, Ulric?” Clarus barked at me.

“What are you doing here, Clarus?” I spined back, already getting pissed off by his presence “What we’re good enough for the King to push us around but he doesn’t trust himself to be alone around us, is that it?” I took a step closer; so did Cor, moving his hand to stand on his katana.

He might’ve been on my side, want me to leave and have a peaceful life; but the King was his duty. He would hesitate, but if need raised, he would strike me down.

“The King should not have to stand in the presence of a monster like you.” he said, almost under his breath. It was as if he didn’t wish for me to hear it. Clarus might be the only one of the Council with some spark in him. It was the only reason I ever respected him. But he got outta line.

“I’m the monster?” I breathed threateningly, moving even closer to him as he did the same “Perhaps you should speak to me softly, then. Monsters are dangerous,” he drew his sword, getting it in between us “and just now mouthy councilmen are dying like rats.”

Wasn’t too long before I realized what my words had risen around me. Everyone had their weapons at hand, ready to strike at each other. What took me by surprise was the people that stood at my side! I knew Ignis would have my back, no matter what but, Prompto was there too. Pointing his gun at the King’s men. And Cor; Cor was standing still. He probably knew the King was not the one drawing my attention.

“That would be enough.” Morta’s voice was heard from the entrance of the room and we all turned to look at her, taking a step back as the boys holstered their weapons.

Behind the High Enchantress stood Valeo, the young hunter stood proudly next to Morta. Valeo’s piercing dark brown eyes were staring right into my soul as I examined the scar on her face. It looked like it was cracking. Awesome!

“Six Ulric,” Morta turned her attention to me and I instantly raised my eyebrows at the sound of my name, looking at her like a puppy, expecting treats. She made a small pause before speaking again, her eyes examining every inch of my body “It is nice to see you again, child.”

That… was not what I expected to hear. Wow!

I composed myself quickly, closing my mouth and bowing my head slowly at her; silently thanking her.

“Your Majesty,” she said to the King “if you could be so kind as to put a leash on your councilman.”

Oh, wow! What? How was I supposed to hold back a laugh at that? Well, I didn’t; but I tried my damned hardest to do so.

“You have my apologies, High Priestess.” Clarus bowed his head at her.

“It is not I you should apologize to, Master Clarus. It is the ‘Monster’ you so despise.”

Ouch. Now, I know that’s not the way she means it –the whole ‘monster’ thing –but I kinna felt a pinch in my heart when the word left her mouth.

“My apologies, Lady Ulric.” Clarus was defeated. Getting scolded by the High Priestess was bad news; she was like a mom for the kingdom.

“It’s Scientia,” I corrected him “but, accepted.”

Clarus nodded at me before turning to step behind King Regis, whose smirk now reached up to his ears. Mocking your own friends now, Reggie?

“So,” I cut straight to the chase as I was itching to get out of the city walls “what’s the kid doing here?”

Valeo’s eyes darted on me, just as Morta’s dead-like eyes had too.

“Alexander is missing.” Valeo said simply.

Well, it speaks. But who the Hell is Alexander?

“Who –“

“It is of great importance, that you help Valeo retrieve Alexander.” Morta said, not caring much that she interrupted me “Once Alexander is safe, Valeo will return to Insomnia.”

“Alone?”

“I can take care of myself.” Valeo said, voice steady as our eyes met “Besides, Alexander and Kestrel will be accompanying me.”

“Valeo will also cover for the missing member of your company.” King Regis finally spoke.

“Who is still unknown?” Ignis stepped in, standing next to me.

“Do you know who it is?” I asked Prompto and Cor. The boy shrugged his shoulders and Cor looked at the King. What? Was it a secret or something?

“He wishes for his identity to be withheld, until he comes face to face with you.” the King said.

“What the fuck? Why?”

“Six, language, please.” Ignis pressed looking at Morta’s direction. The levels of respect he has for this woman cannot be accounted for.

“My apologies.” I looked at her and she huffed a smile at my insolence. She always was one of the few people to like it.

“You can ask him when he reaches you.” she said simply “Now, shall we start the blessing? You and I both have places to be.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Morticia went on and blessed us and our cause, to return victorious; something she did on every mission. I felt weird, being blessed again.

Once Morticia was done with her mambo jumbo blessing, Sa’van came in the room and run straight into me; hugging me tight.

She loosened her grip from around my shoulders and looked at me straight in the eyes as she passed a piece of paper in my hand, nodding for me to stay silent and keep the secret just for me.

I smiled up at her warmly, covering both our guilty features from the watchful eyes of the King and High Priestess; the latter seemed to know. Morta’s eyes never left mine as we walked out of the barracks, at the entrance of the Citadel.

“Are you ok?” Prompto moved closer to me as I raised my eyebrows at his question.

“Why were you looking at me like that before? Am I really that intimidating?” I laughed and he did the same, his cheeks getting a little pink tint as his eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

“No,” he kept a small smile on his face as he answered “you’re just…” Prompto turned to look at me “you’re just different than I imagined.”

“Oh, yeah? What did you imagine?” I laughed again, not ready of the answer that was to follow.

“Moonshine is indeed a m-“ he stopped before he finished the word but I knew what he meant to say.

Monster.

And he was correct. I… Moonshine… the Royal Assassin… Six Ulric… was indeed a monster. A well-crafted one too.

I sighed before taking a step forward but Prompto stopped me with his well-timed words.

“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t agree with what Master Clarus said.” His voice sounded like a puppies cry. Noctis; is he really that afraid of me? “I think…”

“You think what, kid? That I’m a good person?” I demented to know as I stepped back closer to him, Valeo and Ignis standing right behind us “That I’m worth fighting for?”

“I don’t know what you’re worth.” He stepped closer in a wave of braveness, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the passion, the rage. He believed in me, in a way I would probably never understand. I had just met him; yet he was so focused on what he said, believing every word. “You are not a monster. There’s good in you!”

I squinted my eyes at him, letting them travel to the entirety of his face; the light tint of pink was now a glowing red and there were… tears… in his eyes, threatening to fall. Why did he believe in his words so much?

“You don’t know me.” I whisper as I made my way back to Ignis, getting stopped mid-way once more.

“You haven’t seen it, have you?”

I stop dead on my tracks, a sigh leaving my lips as I turn my attention to the blond again “What?”

“The way everyone believes in you?”

I think my heart just stopped. What?

“The way he looks at you?” he pointed at Ignis, who was just staring up at us, unable to get in between our little fall out “We believe in you, because of who you are, because of what you lost and because you never give up!”

“Trust me kid, that,” I point towards him, pointing out his words “that is not –“

“True? Fair?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at me “Yeah, well. Moonshine might have been named the monster, but I know –as does everyone else in Your company –that it’s the puppeteer who’s supposed to take the blame. Not the puppet.”

“I’m nobody’s puppet, kid.” I turn around for the last time, determent to leave this useless conversation.

“Yeah,” he answered softly as Valeo moved to stand next to him “whatever. Stop calling me kid, you’re only a year older than me.”

“Whatever you say, kid.” I smirk at the huffed laugh that leaves his lips as I stand next to Ignis, watching the two move on ahead on their own “Look at them, so young and willing to die.”

“He’s right, my love. You do not have to live under the shadow of your alias.”

I lick my lips before nodding my head at him “Okay.” I didn’t even believe that.

I pressed my hand inside the front pocket of my pants, getting the piece of paper Sa’van gave me and reading it.

My dear Six,

Once you have Gladiolus, place him under the care of Mr. Argentum and the headhunter from Galahd.

Do not come back!

Six, I beg of you, take care of yourself and Ignis.

You two deserve the happiness this place will never provide.

I overheard Master Clarus saying something about a bounty. Though, I am not certain it was for you, I implore you to be careful of your actions.

Trust your company.

Trust in people, other than just your skills.

Be vigilant. Stay alive. Stay away.

Your friend, Sa’van Blacke of Insomnia.

I turn to look at the inside of the Citadel, for what felt like the last time.

I should heed her words.

A bounty? On my head? The King wouldn’t do that. Not now. Not before I have his precious son back.

And the headhunter? This smells like a trap.

None of this matters for now. Because from this moment on, I’m as free as I can be.

We’re finally leaving Insomnia!

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[thebatmanofshadowhunters]

even #'s for the meme !

your least favorite face claims: *no offense meant-I’ll rp if you like/use them just- not fond of the fc that’s all* D*m Sh*erwood, Ar*ana Gr*ande,C*le Spr*se, T*ylor S*ift there’s more but just at the top of my head

face claims that you are dying to play against: Trans fcs/characters? Like there’s options people please. Matt Ry/an, Tom Wis/dom probs more but yep. 

your favorite fandom oc (or one of your favorites): I have to pick? Currently I would die for more interactions with Bo or like not going to lie part of me wants my Man- Nathan to get attention *I’ve almost made another blog for him because wow what an oc*

your favorite fandom character to have played: Alec in recent/Constantine because honestly what an Icon. In the past just tossing one out there that didn’t have the best life span- Elliot W/augh. 

a fandom character who you would like to interact with: His mother, Aline, Max, Madzie, Luke just yeah. Other fandoms I could go on for days because wow is there so many interesting threads that could exist. 

an rpg that you’re excited about: I don’t like rpg? Like I watched it ruin people I used to rp with, the drama, and most tend to be kind of meh. Plus I ain’t got the time,patience, and suck at calling people out on their shit so yeah not ideal for me.

your favorite rp friendship: No- this is unfair and slander! But uhh *looks an certain direction* the guilty parties do know who they are. Also that old rp buddy that I don’t see around as much anymore but I’d still get an ticket to feel their arms around me even just once. Our life changes, etc aside.

your favorite rp notp: I don’t have one? But like I guess sometimes for giggles I ship really absurd things *not problematic, gross ones but like ‘wtf did that come from’*

your favorite rp universe/world: *mourns what first came to mind* Anyways uhhh I really like the whole verse that’s superhero,etc and I get to write trans alec because honestly it’s what I didn’t know I wanted till it hooked its claws into me passionately 

your first rp character: Oh fuck- it was like the oc daughter of I/ron Man or something… Honestly something along those lines.

a plot that you’d like to play out: *slams hands on desk but winces* LISTEN. I want warlock Alec and him opening up to somebody. I want even more giggly/absurd first times. And honestly there is More than I could list. I want Bo crashing into one of the canon characters in this fandom and causing Trouble. Or Nathan befriending Magnus/falling in love or whatever. 

your favorite rp genre: Fluff, angst, fluffy angst, stuff nobody touches but should be addressed because excuse me mental illness does in fact exist canon just never addresses it properly or at all. Crack. 

a song you’d like to use to build a character on: Teenage Heartbreak Queen by Payale Royale (This could also make for an ship honestly and there’s so much potential and uhhh yeah)

[jojuarez26]

When love isn't enough:Lifes a joke

Mature content and strong language Divergent fanfiction:Eric/OC @pathybo @tigpooh67 @ljvosscmt @beautifulramblingbrains @clublulu333 @frecklefaceb @ariwolff14 @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @glamlover87 @dani5102 @james-k-delaney @ericdauntless @mom2reesie @singingpeople @societalfailure @crystalbaby12 @muffinmano @scorpio2009 @drowning-in-my-dreams @angolodiparadiso Eric's POV "... I choose this. I choose you." she's saying holding my face. My eyes snap shut quickly as I feel that unfamiliar sting. Fucking really? My life is a joke. I've worked so hard for this. Can I really walk away from this, from her. I try to tune her out. Ignore her. I just want to keep her safe. Am I wrong for that? She makes me want to be a better person. Slowly bringing the humanity Jeanine stripped away back. Feelings hurt, I don't like this shit. I sigh opening my eyes looking out the door of the train. About ten more minutes to Amity. How am I suppose to leave my babysister? It's what's best, the only way to keep her safe. This is so unfair. To all of us. I gently shake my sister awake. She rubs her eyes looking around. Here come the tears again. I'm not mad, it's just killing me. "Are we in Amity?" "Soon baby. Work on waking up. We're going to have to jump." I turn to Aleisia. "You'll help? Hold her hand?" of course she will. She's fucking amazing. She nods her head yes. She has done everything and anything for us. I know I don't deserve her. But I don't want to give her up. I have the girls get ready to jump. Hoist the two heavy bags on my shoulders. Aleisia walks up to me, kisses my cheek. I reach out, run my hand gently down her face. She leans into my touch. "It's ok sweetheart. I'll be right behind you. Thank you so much." I give her the softest quick kiss. I think I might just love her, if I knew what the fuck love is. But I am pretty sure I don't. Nobody has ever looked at me like this. The way she does. If she knew everything I have done in this life, she wouldn't either. Shit these feelings hurt. No wonder why Jeanine shuts them off. It's easier. But when have I ever took the easy way out? I count to five and the girls jump from the train. I'm three seconds behind. Aleisia and Audi stumble, but they don't fall. I am truly proud. I see Sonny under the tree in the distance. Bright yellow tank top, floor length skirt. No shoes, never any damn shoes. She eyes the girls behind me curiously, especially Aleisia. "Don't," I growl quietly. "Nice," she smirks. I give her a death glare that says stop, I mean it. She shrinks back a little. She never really seen me get hostile. If she's smart she will never want or try too. We walk silently threw the dark in Amity. Stealthily we enter Sonny's house. She lives by herself l, thankfully it is a small two bedroom cottage. I start to review the paperwork with Sonny. It's time to let my sister pick her new name. This should be interesting. She has never been allowed to ever make her own choice, on ANYTHING. "I get to pick my own name?" she squeaks. Now I do love THAT smile on her face. Rarely does anyone ever get to see a Coulter with a smile on their face. "Erin. Can I be Erin?" she smiles so big over something so simple. "Absolutely. Is that who you want to be? Erin." she nods her head excitedly. Sonny and I let out little laughs. Where is Aleisia? I scan the room. In a corner curled up in a chair. The look in her eyes is so far away. I've been ignoring her on purpose. I am such a bastard. I just want to start distancing myself, so maybe it won't hurt as much later. Doubtful. It will hurt like a mother fucker anyway. Am I doing the right thing for her. "Eric, you don't really want to do that to her, again." my sister says giving me a sideways evil eye. " I have to," I shrug trying to look careless. "Oh bullshit you liar," she hisses at me. I'm literally shocked at her out burst. "Language young lady!!" I snap. It took off guard. My sister is so hurt and pissed. But I don't blame her. This is mine and Jeanine's fault. How I hate her. She keeps finding little ways to destroy me mentally. She enjoys it. Evil bitch. That is what she is. I want to take her down. Could I do it, am I capable? "Eric? Eric?" "I"m sorry. What was that?" I have to stop. Now is no time to be distracted. "I said how is Dauntless initiation going?" "Fine. Stop asking questions about me. It's none of your fucking business." I snap. I look at Aleisia out of the corner of my eye. She looks defeated and exhausted. I won't let my old friend disrespect her. This is business, about my sister, not me. I am only Aleisia's business. Wow. I have never given a woman this level of respect before. I don't even do it consciously. I don't want her to hurt. Such an intersting concept to me. When did I REALLY start to care about her? I don't really recall. "Sorry." Sonny mumbles quietly. Damn it. She knows how I am. Why does it even suprise her? It shouldn't. We never were anything, we just fucked and I helped her now she is helping me. It's simple, thats it. A thought suddenly hits me. "Sonny are you jealous?" I ask quietly and harshly. She just gives a very minute nod of her head. "Well knock that shit off. You have no reason!" I won't tolerate that. She is not important. "Erin," I half smile, "it's time for us to go." Sonny gave me keys to a guest cottage. The next train doesn't come for three and a half hours. "No no no!! Please Eric, please don't leave me!!" Aleisia and Audrianna are crying, Aleisia quietly in the corner. "Baby I am so sorry. I have to. I have no other way to try to protect you, I have to keep you safe." I just need to figure out how to take down Jeanine. "Audrianna baby, come here. We'll visit as often as we can. I promise," Aleisia wraps her arms around her tight. This amazing, strong, beautiful young woman. That's what drew me to her. We leave and sneak over to the guest cottage. Sonny said just leave it unlocked when we leave. She'll take care of it later. I am grateful, but she does owe me after all I did for her, so I refuse to feel guilty. I open the back pack taking out black sweat pants and a black t-shirt. I hand Aleisia the t-shirt of mine, it will be huge and comfortable for her. I send her to the bathroom to change and I'll change here. I crawl in the bed and lay down so when she comes out my back will be facing her. I have to put the distance in. I hate hurting her, the looks on her face. I know what I have to do in a few hours. I have to do this for me. She won't remember. I hear her soft foots pad up to the bed. However she has stopped and doesn't get on the bed. After a moment or two I look to see what in the hell she is doing, my breath catches in my throat. She stands there looking at me in nothing but black cotton panties. Bathed in soft moonlight. Fuck she is so damn beautiful. No, I can't, she can't, what is she thinking? "Go get the t-shirt and put it on. Please." I make sure to sound stern. She ignores me laying down trying to pull me to her. I groan desperate to push her away. This can't and wont happen "Aleisia stop. We aren't doing this," my voice goes sharp. I want to so damn bad. "Why? Isn't this what you've wanted." she is trying so hard to sound seductive. "NO! Yes, I, stop this! We just can't," her eyes start to pool with tears. SHIT!! Why does she have to do this? "Was this your plan all along Eric? Toy with me, get me to care about you, then make a fool out of me. Rip my feelings apart, break me," her voice is a shivering mess. "No," I have a moment of weakness. I crash my lips to hers, wrapping one hand in her soft hair while the other skims her ribs. Her arms wrap around me while her hands blaze a trail so softly down my back. Involuntarily my body shudders and she lets out a beautiful little moan. I can't even stop myself from rolling on top of her. She's so fucking perfect. Damn it I have to stop this. If we cross this line there is no turning back. I go to scramble off the bed trying to get away from her. However she grabs my wrist in a death grip. "Why are you doing this? What did I do wrong? Am I not pretty enough, brave enough. Not good enough?" I hear the pain in her tone. She deserves an explanation. This isn't fair. I don't want to hurt her. Never wanted to. Seems as if that's all I keep continuously keep doing to her. "No. You are someone I NEVER wanted to hurt. God, you are so beautiful. You have NO IDEA how much I want you. We can't. Aleisia when we get back I plan on erasing ever good memory of me from your mind. I don't fucking know how else to keep you safe from Jeanine." My throat is closing up and my eyes are burning. I can't look at her. She is all I ever wanted and more. I am trying like hell not to be a selfish prick. She has to understand its what is in her best interest. "Fuck you Eric!! When do I ever get a say in anything? You get to make all my decision's? Is that what you think!? NO!! YOU DON'T GET TO DO THIS!!" she is in full on freak out mode. I don't know what to do to calm her down. So what do I do? Roll back over and start kissing her again. She pulls her head back and grabs my face hard. "You need to trust me Eric. Give me some damn credit. I am NOT just some little girl!! Do you understand that!? I deserve a choice if I feel this is too dangerous. You don't get to choose for me. I am three weeks away from eighteen damn it!! I thought you trust me!! Prove it, start acting like it !!" She is pissed. Her chest is heaving and her face is beat red. Her pulse is racing. Fuck, she still doesn't have any clothes on yet. "Fine. Put the fucking shirt on. I will tell you everything. You won't like it. You'll be begging me to do this for you!!" I am struggling to control my temper. She doesn't get it, has no idea. But she's about to. If this is what it takes to get her to understand, so be it. This is going to kill me, at least she stay safe and alive. Go sugar coat shit and be happy with Four. She deserves a man like that. Fuck I am nervous. This is going to be a mess.

[darth-salem-emperor-of-earth]

OC Kiss Week Contenders

In the past, I have made some Character Logs for which character is going to partake in the previous OC Kiss Weeks so I’ll do another one here. I’ll probably overflow this post with way too many OCs but oh well, I like distributing variety. I won’t use my still developing Inquisitor Lavellan or my SWTOR/KOTOR/SW or WoW characters just yet. I still need more time with them. So send me a request for any of my OCs with yours and if there is a certain day or theme you want for our two characters, let me know so I can begin writing. Or you can snatch any of these OCs up for one of your own OCs, I don’t mind. These babies are up for grabs. And crossovers are certainly welcomed! 

And if anyone is interesting in my old Van Helsing OCs (Egil, Rolf, Gabriele, Thanatos, and Morfran), just let me know. I didn’t included them in here because not many people know or care about them and I needed to get this postout before ockiss17 commences. 

7kpp/Seven Kingdoms: The Princess Problem

Lady Ethel of Hise (F) [Heterosexual]: Ethel is a free spirit who loves adventure, exploring new places, and of course, collecting flowers, herbs, and other plants. She’ll probably make you flower crown and other flowery ornaments for a fun. Right before boarding a ship just to feel the wind against her face and smell the heady brine of the ocean.

Lady Zarina of Jiyel (F) [Asexual/Pansexual]: Zarina is rather subdued, preferring to consult her books than with people but make no mistake, she is not distant. If anyone needs her aid, be they noble or common, Zarina will see what she can do and offer them a shoulder to cry on.Also, she thirsts to read anything she can her hands on and this can only be matched by her desire to travel abroad and see the world from her own eyes than from the pages of a tome. Logic means the world to her and she likes using her brains to get out any sticky situation.

Lady Yvonne of Corval (F) [Heterosexual]: Yvonne loves to play the “game” and thrives in court. She masks her true emotions and thoughts but does allow herself to dream of a romance or be in a relationship where she can trust her inner musings and opinions to her spouse without her foes knowing. She’s quite persuasive, insightful, charming, and likable, and can pry any secret from your lips with the right words, smile, or gesture. It’s better to have her as your friend than your foe, for she’s pretty clever and perceptive in figuring out people’s strengths and weaknesses. 

Lady Anne (Boleyn) of Revaire (F) [Heterosexual]: Duty to her family has been ingrained into her, resulting in a marriage at a young age to an older man, which later left her a widow. She believes she has done her duty and this time, if she were to remarry, it will be for love or on her terms only. She’s bit of a romantic and has trouble containing her emotions--she is known for her temper. However, she loves learning new ideas, considers her education important, and is a well rounded and cultured young lady.  

Lady Jazlyn of Hise (F) [Pansexual]: Takes no prisoners and makes sure she is chummy with the wealthy or powerful people. Jazlyn doesn’t care for too many people, she is overly protective of her father, loathes her mother, and loves manipulating people to suit her needs. She has no qualms in killing someone to achieve her ends so she really doesn’t have a moral compass. However, make no mistake, she is compassionate towards those the few people she loves, like her father, and Gisette, her secret lover. She also is rather fond of Penelope because her innocence is regaling.

Lady Sakura of Jiyel (F) [Heterosexual]: Lover of medicine and poisons, Sakura is quite an interesting minor noble lady. Because of her low status, she has gotten away with learning some fighting techniques, battle strategy/warfare, and other less than ladylike skills. One reason for this is they have an avaricious neighbor who covets their land and since she is her parents’ only child, she is prepared for the worst and for leadership position in case they both perish. She is very temperamental (serious, you do not want to piss her off), can pack a good punch, and fights to protect those weaker or in need of help. Yet when she falls in love, she falls hard and if her heart is broken, it’s tough for her recover.

Countess Odette of Wellin (F) [Lesbian] She’s brash, tomboyish, quick to argue and speak, and has no trouble causing mischief or minor injuries to young nobles who want her hand in marriage--and the title of count. Odette loves to battle and use physical force to get herself out of trouble. She hates flowery speeches (makes her head hurt) and is bit of an alcoholic. But Odette is fiercely protective of her people and would do almost anything to make sure their safe and laws of her land are upheld. Besides that, she can bit quite immoral towards others depending on the circumstances. Whatever she does, she does for her or for her people, no matter what.  

Princess Leandra of Arland (F) [Demisexual Bisexual]: Sheltered, shy, and uncertain, Leandra has trouble coping with the burdens her family has placed upon her. She feels second best towards her sister and matters of the heart and the idea of rebellion are foreign to her. She is considerate and bends over backwards to help someone to the point of self-sacrificing. Yet Leandra yearns for freedom, to actually do things she enjoys or speak her mind, if only a little. Change scares her but also entices her greatly.  

Lady Morrigan of Revaire (F) [Heterosexual]: Married at a young age, Morrigan grew up fast and learned some more tricks at court and became skilled at persuasion and manipulation very early on. She can make you eat out of the palm of her hand and ask for more, if she felt like it. Morrigan gives off a very dominatrix vibe yet can adjust to certain people and interact with them differently. She’s chameleon and only a very few people know the real her. While she enjoys reading in-between the lines, she finds honesty and bluntness (even it’s rather rude or offensive) rather refreshing because too many don’t say what they mean or use false words to pretend they like someone they actually despise.  

Dragon Age

Una Surana (F) [Heterosexual]: With her magic, sword, and shield, Una packs quite a punch for being so petite and frail-looking (thanks to her albinism). She loves learning and often strives to be practical and decide vital matters from the head, instead by the heart but sometimes, it’s simply not possible for her so she combines both and still tries to be objective about the decision. Una has a fearsome fighting spirit that is relentless, fueled by her will to save her country, give mages more power and freedom, butcher as many darkspawn she can, and make Fereldan a better nation. Una also is fascinated with the Orzammar and wants to get involved more with dwarves.  

Lydia Tabris (F) [Bisexual]: Is comfortable with her sexuality so she can flirt like no one’s business but it’s more of part of her greeting style and how she interacts with them. It’s quite useful getting information or playing a certain distraction role. She use to be ireful and hateful towards all humans but has learned there are some decent humans in the world as well as shitty elves. But she can hold a grudge forever and may be will not kill someone for revenge but instead, cause the offender to feel guilty enough to pay the debt or do a favor or two for her. Yet her voice is like honey and knows how to make you feel right at home if she wants to.  

Boris Brosca (M) [Pansexual]: He may be short but oh boy oh boy, is he angry. Everyone is amazed how much loathing and rage is pent up inside of him. But whenever Boris remembers how to chill, he thinks about his sister--he’s fiercely devoted to her and wants only the best for her. When Boris isn’t furious at the world, he is surprisingly a good listener and picks up what people like and don’t like, allowing him to be an excellent gift giver or good shoulder to cry on or an ear to vent. And once someone earns his respect and trust, he’ll be loyal to them till the very end. 

Maude Aeducan (F) [Heterosexual]: Proud like her ancestors, Maude bows to no one, especially since she’s Queen of Orzammar. After losing Gorrim and her place in her family, Maude put a wall around her heart and refused to reveal any ounce of vulnerability, all the while honing her political cunning and plotting vengeance as she tried to determine her role with the Grey Wardens in hopes of starting anew with a better life, if possible. Eventually, once she learned to trust again, Maude becomes fiercely protective of those she cares about and will defend their honor or attack any miscreant that dares to insult or threaten them (she tends to forget sometimes her royal heritage is not known). Maude isn’t petty but she doesn’t forget a slight. She may forgive but never forget. 

Reva Cousland (F)[Heterosexual]: A compassionate, thoughtful, and adventurous woman, Reva can easily empathize with others and learn how to help them survive and overcome the pain they’re experiencing. She is a bit flirty and will pursue what she desires but as cliche as it sounds, has a heart of gold and is willing to assist others in need. She believes the strong should protect the weak, not belittle or take advantage of them. Reva doesn’t mind giving out second chances--mainly to those she fathoms have earned or deserved it for there are few people in Thedas she can never forgive or even want to offer a second chance to. She’s also the type of noble who would prefer to have people adore or love her, not fear her. 

Sardar Mahariel (M) [Heterosexual]: At first glance, it seems Sardar rarely cares about anything or taking responsibility because he’s quick with a jape or pun (seriously, the man will not stop telling puns) and rarely answers seriously. And yet, his main reason for doing this is distract himself all the shit in the world and from his past life, his homesickness for his clan, and other horrible entities from dragging him down and forcing him to succumb to the pressure and crack from it. Humor is both his coping and defense mechanism but Sardar also enjoys sharing his humor with others to get them to smile and laugh, even for a little bit.  

Xena Hawke (F) [Pansexual]: Between her sister being seized and forced into the Chantry, her brother dying, her mother dying, and Fenris leaving her for a point in time, Xena has serious abandonment issues. She drowns her pain in ale and whores while distracting herself by killing anyone who gets in her way. She can be brutal when dealing matters but can crack a dirty joke or two. Full of passion, she burns and falls in love hard so if she crashes and her breaks, it devastates her. But if the situation needs diplomacy (or at least no violence actions), Xena will do her utmost to try and reason with the opposing parties at hand.  

Aegnus Hawke (M) [Bisexual]: Typical Red Hawke. Constantly wrathful and fuels his rage into his fighting style and is more of a hit now, ask questions later kind of fellow. He is quick to judge and dole out punishment. You don’t want to get on his bad side for he’s a fuse and you don’t want to be nearby when he explodes. He loved his family so much that when each of them died or was forced from his arms (he almost killed a Templar when Bethany was taken away), his ire and bitterness increased. He’s into free love and takes pleasure when he can get it but finds bloodlust more gratifying than sex (unless he’s with Isabela).

Brynhild Hawke (F) [Heterosexual]: A true Purple Hawke. Brynhild hides her pain with jokes, impish grins, sarcasm (lots of sarcasm), and wit. It’s hard to tell whether or not she takes anything seriously with her laughing all her worries away. Her sarcasm can become dark and biting, lashing at those who pry into her affairs too much or severely hurt her and try to come back for more. She also takes pride in being a mage and isn’t shy to use magic or flaunt. She is curious about blood magic but knows it’s a dangerous tool that can corrupt a mage almost instantly so she only reads accounts of blood magic, for the sake of magic and fascination.

Kai Cadash (M) [Gay]: Lazy, oh so extremely lazy and doesn’t like making decisions--takes up too much time, thinking, and anything else he’d rather be doing. Kai loves sleeping in (despises mornings with an extreme passion), making forts, goofying around, and singing songs, especially good ole dwarven ballads, straight from Orzammar! Even though he was a smuggler in the Carta, Kai didn’t care much for violence and tried finding a way to eventually get out of the group he disliked so much. Hence, he tries to be more diplomatic (when it’s not too much of a bother) but his methods can be quite unconventional.

Morana Adaar (F) [Bisexual]: If you try to put her in chains or lock her up, she will butcher you with her bare hands, no magic required. If though she never experienced life as a mage under the Qun, Morana still values her freedom and independence and will battle bloody to defend that and the same right for others, regardless of their race or standing. She’s amusing, insightful, practical, is there to support her friends, advisers, or any member of the Inquisition, and is never one to shy away from her affections. However, she is also the type to electrocute you with a grim smile on her face, wiping you from existence. She doesn’t get mad, she gets even--in ways you won’t expect from someone like her.

Mass Effect

Ivy Shepard (F) [Heterosexual]: A true Paragon, through and through. She has a motherly nature and always looking out for her crew. If there is time to relax, she’ll take advantage the chance and make every second count. However, just because Ivy seeks for diplomatic situations or doesn’t shoot her way through her problems doesn’t mean she isn’t a force to reckon with. She delivers the most terrifying glower and can silence anyone with a simple, intimidating stare. And then turn around and give a genuine smile and pat on the back to her friends for a job well done.  

Ivanhoe “Ivan” Shepard (M) [Heterosexual]: Very pro-human, ruthless, a full-on Renegade, and will happily use his Specter status to advance his cause and has no qualms in working with Ceberus in the beginning (understood and believed in parts of their causes but never liked working for the Illusive Man) and eventually rebelled against everything Cerberus stood for. He might be very pro human and let the Council die when he saw a chance for a full human council members but he just thinks Cerberus crossed the line with many of their experiments and shadowy dealings. Additionally, Ivanhoe will punch anyone who makes fun of his name (better just call him “Ivan”), he’s a loose canon, full of vigor, and ready to stomp out those who threaten him, his crew, and ship.

Izzy Shepard (F) [Heterosexual]: Swears like a sailor and drinks like one, Izzy is a bomshell, relishing in the thrill of combat and cleaning her opponents’ clock with bullets or nice sock in the jaw. Domination is her middle name and some of her foes have the habit of running away when they hear she’s near because if she’s feeling benevolent enough to take prisoners, her questioning methods are not a piece of cake. Relentless and determined, Izzy does what she can to get the job done but despite her reputation, she won’t go on a killing spree or endanger lives for the sake of a mission. In fact, her past heroic acts have helped her trying to stop and plan her actions for the long-term and deal with making practical, sound decisions for the good of all--even if she’d rather punch the person and be done with it, reasonable be damned. Compared to Ivanhoe and Ivy, Izzy is the most flirtatious one and can be bit of tease.  

Kyle Shepard (M)[Heterosexual/Asexual/Bi-curious]: Despite his protests or denials, this man is a bloody saint. Kindness radiates from him and he can make anyone feel safe under his care due to his warm, understanding eyes and gentle voice. Kyle is a tranquil man but will be one of the first to defend his friends and family if danger approaches. He’s also a bit self-deprecating, loves a good joke or pun, and is there to help someone out in need. Kyle also loves learning about other races’ culture and is a big fan of quarian music.   

Fallout

Courier Natia Yilmaz (F)[Heterosexual but could lean towards Bisexual or Pansexaul]: Former New Vegas singer turned courier, Natia is a pragmatic, charismatic woman who decided to dedicate her life to assist and save others, especially the less unfortunate. She is a generous, compassionate soul who loves to learn and doesn’t shun or turn anyone away, regardless of they’re human, ghoul, robot, etc. If you need someone to trust with a secret or going through some rough patches and need someone to confide to, Natia is your gal. Additionally, she’s amazing singer who still senses the call and lure of music and can’t resist singing a tune every now and then. 

Sole Survivor Min-Ju Zhou (F)[Undecided]: Min-Ju (“Min” to those close to her and only her late husband was allowed to call her “Min-Min”) is temperamental, a bit of a hothead, and can hold a fire of rage or hatred burning inside her for days, weeks, or months even, depending on what caused her to be so wrathful in the first place. She is the type to shoot first, and maybe ask questions later. It’s hard to calm her down once she’s furious or feeling moody but chocolate or beer are good bribes, if you have some on hand. Dogs and cats are probably one of the very few creatures that are safe from Min whenever she goes on a rampage to find her son or take revenge on those who kidnapped him from her.   

RPs (Goetterdaemmerung, ME: A Creature Without Fear)

Delyth Toirrell nee Crewe (F) [Heterosexual]:  A woman who has both seen and done much, Delyth was once a wife, and mother of nine children. Despite losing all that in a single night, she still has a motherly air about her, even though she tries to suppress and erase all emotions. She is serene, collected, perceptive but if one looks deep and hard enough, they’ll realize an aura of forlornness surrounds her, accompanied by icy fury and an iron will and appetite to protect her country and right the wrongs against her family.

Judith Jokinen (F) [Pansexual]: A smuggler and woman of many desires, Judith is the type who, once she sets her mind on something (or someone), she’ll go after it, no matter what. She isn’t afraid of obtaining what she wants; the hunt of this love game thrills her. She pursues passion to its fullest and loves experimenting—especially in sex. Her nature is bold, blunt, and flirtatious, and she reeks of confidence, so much so that it’s daunting and intimidating to others. However, she has a nasty sadistic steak in her, an imprint left on her turbulent childhood and the beginning stages of her adult life.

Savitr Noaldis (M) [Bisexual]: Witty, flirtatious, and utterly shameless, Savitr makes his attraction to others known and isn’t shy to show off his sexuality or skin, despite being a drell. While being a successful businessman and lover, he also is a free-lanced hacker whose skills are practically legendary—a talent he honed ever since he was in the foster system. Yet coldness and cruelty become one within him if anyone where to ever harm someone close to him (usually it’s just Judith) or betray his trust.

Bryn Whelan (F) [Heterosexual but might shift towards Bisexual or Pansexual]: Bryn has had a rough childhood and adult life, with one of her more positive moments of being in the Alliance Black Ops. But she lost her mother and older brother to the Repears when she was two and then twenty years later, when she was on vacation and visiting her family, slavers came to her home planet. Her father was shot down in front of her eyes and soon after, Bryn ended up witnessing her sister’s suicide during their first day being under the slavers’ captivity. This experience only harden her already hard heart and darkened her mind, immediately setting her on a course for vengeance and ready to shun additional attachments that might distract her from her goal. But despite that attempt, Bryn does secretly long for companionship and friendships, for she experienced very little of that when she was a child and only has some Black-Ops members as true friends. In addition, when Bryn is angry, her rage is like water, smooth, furtive, but completely crushing. If you go against her, be ready to avoid any deadly sniper assailments. 

Dagnes Radraste (M) [Straight/Asexual]: Full name: Dagnes Ilkar Talholaan Idres Michorex Radraste. Radraste is a very professional, strict, and cordial salarian and never much of a rule-breaker; he practically lives by the rules set by the establishment. If there not supposed to be rules (like in the case for the Spectres) and it’s for a good reason, then he obeys that lack of rules as well. . By nature, he is also quite nosy but is furtive about it. He loves delving into other people’s secrets and gaining any information that will be useful to him and his employers. Also not a fan of violence and will look for ways to settle a matter peacefully and diplomatically. 

Farion Vandrium (M) [Heterosexual]: Cocky and forthright, Farion is your typical alpha male. When he knows he’s the strongest or cleverest in the room, he’ll make everyone else knows it and respects him. He’s a daring character, unable to resist a challenge (backing down from one isn’t an option) until he wins. Many of his kind would call Farion a “bad turian” because of his rebellious nature and disregard for discipline and the rules. He hates succumbing to authority and does what he can to mock it; he has no wish to be under someone’s rule for long. His wild personality leaves him to be a difficult person to control and tame, very few can constrain him and predict his volatile moods. Yet Farion almost enjoys being the black sheep in his family because he does what he wants and what pleases him. Authority can kiss his ass.

Aqil’Osher vas Cerberus (M) [Gay]: A courteous and amicable quarian, Aqil never forgets his manners, whether he is with a stranger and or a dear friend, being polite is simply in his nature. He is easy to get along with and as a gentle, fair, and balanced nature, for he refuses to let negative emotions cloud his actions or decrease his manners or behaviors. He is a fan of traditional and enjoys looking back in time to study and learn from the past. To him, one can always understand a thing or two from tradition and past ideas and technology, even if they are considered, dead, obsolete, or no longer relevant for the future. Family and loyalty are two important values to him, ones he will fiercely and unyieldingly protect, no matter what. 

[larksinging]

telluria, cato, tauri!

okay tauri is already done but

TELLURIA

B A S I C S

full name: telluria

gender: female

sexuality: asexual homoromantic? im not sure

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: beliax positioned herself as all the whelp’s like older sister, and then technically a whole bunch of black dragons like wrathion, deathwing, etc. its unclear

birthplace: highmountain, in... what did i name that island for the fake quest. uh “blacksand refuge”

job: none? i guess? 

phobias: corruption, the old gods, older dragons, blizzards

guilty pleasures: sneaking into cities to check out what people are doing, probably playing hearthstone since she seems like the type

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: probably chaotic good. she seems neutral good but nah caotic

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert

organized/disorganized: organized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: mostly calm

disagreeable/agreeable: agreeable

cautious/reckless: kind of reckless

patient/impatient: a bit impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower:  leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hmm hard-working?

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: i haven’t thought about this, but maybe telluria x taragosa? i need to develop taragosa

ot3: oh i need to ship my wow ocs more

brotp: i think she’d be bros with ebonhorn

notp: hmmm nothing in particular

CATO

B A S I C S

full name: catocala

gender: female

sexuality: bisexual biromantic. pansexual biromantic? eh whatever

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: you know i haven’t thought much about it? her parents might have died when she was young

birthplace: oh uhhh the... which was that, the gendar? prior to landing in draenor. she considers draenor her home since she grew up there 

job: formerly vindcator, currently priest kinda

phobias: FIRE, seriously fire, helplessness, still on edge around orcs

guilty pleasures: teasing young arrogant human paladins, messing with people, putting “drinking” on here feels wrong because its less of a guilty pleasure and more of a serious problem she has, but

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extroverted

organized/disorganized: disorganized

close minded/open-minded: mostly open-minded, but still close-minded on a few issues

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: probably disagreeable

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower: sort of both and neither?

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic

traditional/modern: traditional?

hard-working/lazy: “lazy” feels wrong when a lot of her arc is about falling into depression and struggling to adjust to a new life

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: she has a ship with a friend’s dk whos name ive forgotten

ot3: probably with her old paladin buddies. i lowkey shipped her with half the guild when i was actively rping her

brotp: everybody. cato is a great wingman

notp: the dude who fucked her up